AUTHOR = Pagan
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"Well, if you must marry that woman then you must. I don't suppose you'd listen to me anyway but mark my words, I told him this, it won't last. For one thing, she's too old for you. Her two boys are only three years younger then you, and for another thing, you should marry in the church. God is the word and the church is the right place," Grace Mole droned on.
Janice White yawned. God, how many times had she endured her sister's story?
Grace Moles' only son, Raymond, had married Daniela Bent six months ago and, after the one visit home after the short honeymoon, had not been seen by his mother since. To say she was annoyed by the way she had been forgotten was an understatement. Not even a phone call, and she was damned if she was going to ring him even if she knew the number, which she didn't.
Janice shook herself and retuned to the voice.
"Nineteen years old, and her nearly thirty. God, she's only eight years younger than me. What's he see in her? She doesn't go to church and he won't now because he's always running around after her. I know, I can see it. He's just like a skevy. I dread to think what the house is like. She does nothing and---"
Janice stood up. "I've told you before, Grace, it's his life and he's old enough to make his own mind up. If you're that bothered, go see him. But do something. Don't moan, just do something. I'll help but you make the first move. Just make your mind up. But now I must be getting back. Bill will be home soon. I'll see you next Tuesday as always, and, for god's sake, tell me something different. To be honest, at the moment you're boring the pants off me." Grace looked hurt but as Janice made for the door she looked back. "Sorry, dear, I know you're like me and don't like confrontation, but for your own sake, and not to mention my sanity, sort it out."
Grace looked away.
Janice stopped shouting. "Look, why have you buried yourself in the church? You're always there. It's taken over your life. Why haven't you married again? Bill says you are a very good looking woman, and you are. Well, you made me jealous. You were always lucky in that you look younger than you are, and, with the worry of Raymond, well, you've lost a few pounds. You don't drink or smoke, you're fit. You should be. You walk everywhere, especially to that bloody church. As Bill says, you look really good and he did use the word cuddly. Now I must get home. Bill's away for all of next week and he will be mad if things aren't just right, and he will ring just to check I'm busy and that's something you can do. Just ring me. I'll come next Tuesday as always as long as Bill says I can."
It was only by chance Grace met an old friend of Raymond's. He had seen him at the dry cleaners. They had exchanged a few words, but nothing like his old bubbly self. In fact, nothing of interest at all. But he had remembered the address he gave the shop assistant. He commented on the rough area he was living, not like when he was at home with her. The small talk was wasted it didn't bother Grace at all. Now she knew where her son was, and with all the gratitude he had shown a piece of her mind was due to that boy.
Instead of cooling down, the more Grace thought about all the things she had done for that boy since her husband was killed the more all the things she wanted to say festered inside her. She had to go. She would check out the area. Yes, that was the plan. Check out the area, see where the house was. It would be better to try and see Raymond on his own without that bitch around, talk some sense into him. After all, it wasn't much to ask. Just a little kindness and consideration towards his mother. "Yes," Grace smiled, "I'll try this out next Monday."
All weekend she worried. Even at church she prayed for the strength to do this. She wasn't a brave woman, quite the opposite. As her sister said, she didn't like confrontation and that was half the reason she was mad at Raymond. He had done a little to help out, but both of them had completely relied on her husband. He was the strong one, always taking control, giving them their orders. At least she didn't have to think for herself. But now, especially with Raymond gone, life, people, and decisions seemed to frighten her. That's all it was, she just needed someone strong to share the burden of her lonely, timid life.
She hardly slept a wink on the Sunday night; it was literally willpower that forced her to see this through. She wasn't going to be made to look cheap. She was going to dress up, look smart, show that woman up for what she was -- common.
Grace looked in her wardrobe and picked, first, a neat blouse. Her little white top would go with that, if it were cold. Next, a skirt. She had good legs. The only problem was it was a little bit above the knee. Still, what was the matter with that? And black heels. She thought, nice.
She showered, taking a while, her stomach churned. She convinced herself she wouldn't be in until after she had seen her son. He would stand up for his mother. Right, where was I? Pink underwear. She liked the lace set and tights. Damn, her tights were ruined. She hunted around her bedside drawers but all she could find was a packet she forgot she had. Hold ups. God, she hadn't worn them for years. Still, no chance to change now, time was pressing.
The bus was prompt, but she did feel a bit self-conscious as she hurried through the estate. She found the road, then the house, all looked quiet. First she skirted the house, looking for signs of movement; or more to the fact looking for her. Nothing. Then she saw him. Ray was emptying a vacuum cleaner. She thought he looked strange. The baggy shirt and shorts were never his style, but that was for later. Now was the time to move.
Her stomach churned as she opened the gate. She moved down the side of the house and around to where she had seen her son. The back door was still open. She pushed, listened, and waited.
Hardly daring to breathe, she went in. She could hear a noise, movement. She followed the sound. Opening a door she saw Raymond dusting, spray polish in one hand and a long feather duster in the other. He was cleaning like his life depended on it. Nothing was being missed on the high-class expensive looking furniture.
She softly said, "Raymond." He jumped, turned and knelt. "Raymond, it's me, your mother."
He looked startled, his wide eyes flicked around the room before they locked on her face. "What do you want? Why are you here? You can't stay. Go. Go now." With the panic in his voice he wasn't the only one startled.
As Raymond moved so did the door. Raymond's whole body stopped as if frozen in fear. He remained motionless. A voice loud, with sarcasm, filled the room.
"Well, well, if it isn't Mummy. Welcome to our little love nest."
Grace moved, turning as she backed away from the voice. The sofa stopped any further retreat. A large woman filled the door. The woman was Raymond's wife. She towered over both of them. In fact, Grace looked bigger than her son at the side of this Amazon type woman.
Grace was trying to comprehend her. She was obviously of mixed parentage. A mane of black tightly curled hair framed a hard stern face. The tight roll neck jumper stood out large and firm from her chest. Her waist was large but so were her buttocks. They had to be, to power the thick thighs that stretched at the leggings. Inches were added by the black high heels. She was an overpowering sight. Grace swallowed. She felt as though her entire being was going to sink into the floor.
As she took a step inside, Raymond immediately moved to her side. He looked like a little henchman beside its master. She carried on as though he wasn't there, moving another step closer to Grace. Sarcasm venomously poured from her mouth. "Did we fancy a little coffee with your little boy? I'm sure Raymond would be more than obliging. Please sit, you look most uncomfortable standing. But I must say, you look quite sexy. Nice outfit. Sit."
As if hit by a fist, Grace sat. She watched as Raymond stood by her. She turned and muttered something to him. He almost bowed as he turned and scurried to the kitchen. But Grace didn't have time to think. The woman moved towards her.
"Little Raymond won't be long. How are you?"
Fear gripped Grace as the woman now stood in front of her. She had to lean back to see her face, what with her size and her breasts jutting out. She had to, to get a glimpse of her white teeth grinning down at her. She turned and sat beside Grace. The sofa bounced as she slumped down on it. Her hand moved quickly, gripping Grace's jaw and turning her head. As their eyes met Grace stifled a squeal.
The white teeth parted. "I saw you from my neighbour's house looking over the house, looking for little Raymond. You should have rung. Raymond would have worn his new outfit for such a visit. No worries, he's got it on under his clothes. You'll see it when he brings tea. Such an accommodating boy, the type of husband all women should have. Why did you never marry again?"
Grace was panic-struck. "I, er, didn't, emm, find, you know, er..."
Daniela carried on, "You're quite the looker for a woman of your age." Grace froze as she felt a hand on her knee. "Sexy legs, good body, face still pretty. Yes, a looker." Grace was almost pleased by the complement until, "Bet there are quite a few men around here that wouldn't mind having their cocks stuck in your mouth while you give them a good sucking, or have you bent over while they fuck the shit out of you."
Grace wanted to be angry but the sheer size of the woman stopped her. The same feeling came with her as they did with her husband. She was cringing from the remark and the hand now on her thigh. Thank god the door opened.
Grace's hopes were soon dashed. Raymond arrived with a tray of coffee, but it was Raymond, covered head to toe in a tight rubber suit. Only his eyes were visible.
"Well, Mummy, how does your boy look now? Bet you didn't know that's how he likes his sex, all restrained and helpless. Is it like mother like son?"
Grace wanted to run, scream, protest, but she daren't. Daniela was half across her, pinning her back while reaching for her cup. As she took the cup her other hand squeezed Grace's thigh just above the knee. Grace jumped, so did Daniela's hand. The coffee cup somersaulted, spilling its contents all over Grace's blouse and skirt. After the squeals of pain and Grace jumping up, trying to pull her clothes from her body, Daniela just got up.
"Raymond, take your mother to the kitchen, remove her wet things and wash them. I'll arrange some alternative clothes."
Grace, although in pain, quickly followed her rubber-clad son into the modern, almost high-tech kitchen, a chance to talk to him on his own and a chance to get away from Daniela. Once in the kitchen she grabbed at him.
"For god's sake, why are you wearing this?"
Grace could only see his eyes but the mouth piece was round with vents so she heard, "It's now the way. I like the safety of it. She is my wife. I must love, honour and obey. Give me your blouse and skirt."
Without thinking, she grabbed at the buttons and started to undress, her mind more on trying to talk some sense into her son. Soon she stood there in pink lacy bra and panties and hold up stockings, a tea towel held in front, rapidly talking to a man who wasn't listening while trying to cover her own front.
Daniela strolled through the door. "He won't listen to you now. He's mine, totally mine, and does exactly what I tell him," She grabbed Grace by the arm and marched her through and back to the sitting room. "And you need to know I'm not someone you mess with. Did you honestly think you would come here and reclaim your son, poking your nose around my house?"
Grace trembled in her grip. She was almost in tears as the hand gripped harder. The other hand grabbed the silly towel from in front of her.
"Stand up and don't move, hands by your sides. You're in my house, my rules, so now it's your turn to do as you're told. Hands by your sides, NOW."
The scream hadn't died from Grace's ears when her hands were by her sides. She stood there, shaking with fear. The woman's face contorted with a malicious sneer as she moved towards her.
"And don't you move until I tell you. I want to look you over, but this time in detail." Like a tiger around an injured deer, the large woman circled Grace. "So this is my little Raymond's mummy up close and personal. Nice figure. Are your tits firm?"
Grace just looked at her until a hard slap on her arse shot the words, "Yes, yes quite firm, but..."
She grabbed at Grace's hair. "Just answer the questions. That felt like a firm arse. Does it take a good spanking?"
Staring up at the woman, who was head and shoulders taller, Grace said, "I don't know. I never had..."
Daniela shook her head. "You're lying to me. Raymond has told me of his father, strong and firm. Pity he died before he could make Raymond a man, not the 'mummy's boy' he is now. But he has his uses. The question at the moment is will you have yours? Open your mouth and put your tongue out."
As though at the dentist, Grace opened her mouth and pushed her tongue out. Daniela shook her.
"I said out. That means all the way." Grace stretched her tongue out as far as it would go. "That's better. Do you enjoy French kissing?"
Grace was trying not to shake. The intimidation of this woman, the smell of her sweaty body, all added to her fear. She thought as long as she answered questions and didn't antagonise her, she would be spared any pain. It worked with her husband. She stuttered an answer.
"I used to when I was first married but that was a long time ago." She tried a silly smile hoping to defuse the situation.
Without letting her move, Daniela continued her torment. "So don't you fuck now?"
Swallowing hard, Grace tried to act normal. "No, no."
Daniela was relentless. "What, not even a legs open drunken fuck against the wall?"
"No, no, I, er, don't drink. My church forbids it and I get drunk very easily so I stopped."
Daniela's grin grew. "Well that's a shame because around lunch time I like a drink. My boys will be back from their probation officer soon, so we usually have a few, and to show there are no hard feelings between family you will join us. Don't answer, I know it's yes."
Grace stood opened-mouthed but not for long. Daniela pushed her back on the sofa.
"Raymond, bring drinks. The boys are coming up the path and I want your mother to meet them up close and personal." She laughed but Grace panicked.
"Can I have some clothes?"
Daniela moved to the door. "In here, boys, we have a visitor. Your grandmother's here. Come say hello." She turned and looked at Grace. "No, you're dressed just right. My boys, your grandsons, appreciate a good looking woman."
Two scruffy, heavily built boys swaggered into the room. Both eyed the woman, then grinned at each other.
As Raymond scuttled in, Daniela announced, "This is Grandma. Say hello."
"Hi, lady, forget your dress? Nice tits."
The other joined in. "Bet she's got a good arse too."
Daniela moved up to them. "Show some respect for Raymond's mummy. Now what about the meeting? Raymond, a drink for your mother, a large drink."
The boys muttered to Daniela as Raymond brought a large glass of something. Grace took it and whispered, "Are my clothes dry yet? I must go."
Daniela spun on her. "You'll go when you have had a drink with us. If you want to go now, drink it all now." She looked at the drink in Grace's hand. "And that's not a drink in my house."
With two large steps she grabbed the glass from Grace and marched into the kitchen. Raymond could be heard apologizing for the mistake before a loud slap silenced him. Daniela returned, the glass filled almost to the top.
"Here, if you want to go, drink it all, speak to your grandsons, and then your son should have finished cleaning your clothes. Do it."
As if in a race, Grace lifted the glass to her mouth and drank, Daniela stood over her, her face set rock solid as she watched the cowering woman empty the glass. With a smile she took the glass.
"Now it's time for you to meet your grandsons properly. They want to show you their projects. They want you to share in their interests. They want to show you their room."
Daniela heaved the half naked woman off the sofa. Grace felt dizzy, the room swayed as she felt herself directed towards the boys.
"Hello, which one is which? Are you Dan?" Forgetting the way she was dressed she moved close to them.
They smiled at her. "Who gives a shit which one's which? Mum says you want to see our interests. Well, they're best seen in our room."
Before Grace could say or do anything Daniela gripped her arm. "The boys will show you their interests and if I hear one sound that you aren't interested in their interests then I will deal with you." From her pocket she produced a black handle. With the touch of the button it telescoped into a long thin hard whip. She flashed it in front of Grace. "My punishment stick, and believe me it hurts. Do you want to feel?"
Grace shook her head in fear, her brain trying to focus as it swam in confusion. She looked for Raymond. She needed help but none was coming.
Daniela snapped, "Well, aren't you interested in your grandsons or are you more interested in this?" Again the whip flashed past her eyes.
"I'll see their room. Please, I don't like to be hurt."
Grace swayed as the two boys jostled her out the room and up the stairs. Their hands fondled the bemused woman as they climbed upwards. Not two paces behind, Daniela followed watching her sons' hands as they pushed and prodded the attractive, half dressed woman towards their room. They pushed her through. Grace went to speak but stopped as a searing pain flashed across her left buttock,
Daniela held up the key to the room. "Any noise... if I hear my boys aren't getting on with their grandma then they will be allowed five strokes each on your arse, and that's after my ten. So be a happy family. That's why you're here, isn't it? Then you better make sure they're happy." The door slammed and locked.
Grace was getting very confused -- the drink, the fear. She struggled to speak. "Well, how are you boys getting on with my son?"
The both stood either side, looking over the half naked woman. "Ray, he's all right. Does what he's told, when he's told, doesn't argue. If we need our cocks sucked he does, whatever, but at the moment our interest is his mother."
Grace was trying to comprehend what had just been said. "Did you say sucks your, err...?"
Both boys were the same stature as their mother -- big. One grabbed Grace by both arms. "Yes, sucks our dick. You know what that's like. If you don't, just get on your knees and we will show you."
Grace tried to break free. "No, no that's, err, you're just boys. No, you're family. It's..."
Her protest came to a sharp and painful end. The other boy pinched the welt left by the whip.
"You want us to shout for our mother? She will take a great deal of pleasure when she teaches Ray's mother the meaning of pain. Ask Raymond, he knows all about pain. Boy can he scream."
Grace felt dizzy. The fact that one boy still held her stopped her from stumbling. "Stop it, boys, you're frightening me."
The one who had just pinched her arse let his hand move around to squeeze her left breast. "We are not frightening you. We are warning you. Mummy's boys always get what they want. Mummy sees to that. Now do you want us to call her? Tell her you're not interested in our welfare? Do you want to make that mistake?"
Grace stood staring at the boy in front, her arms held. She didn't move as the third hand continued to squeeze her full bra. All she allowed herself was a small whimper as the fourth hand rubbed over her left buttock.
The boy in front grinned. "Then I take it your interest in self-preservation will allow us to explore our interest."
Broken with fear, all Grace could say was, "Please don't let your mother hurt me. I'll be quiet. You two can do the talking."
The grin stayed set on his face. "Talking was the last thing on our mind. Just get your arse on the bed."
With an easy shove he pushed Grace back towards the bed. As she stumbled back, the back of her knees hit the bed and she tumbled onto it. Before she could get up the boys were either side of her. She moved to try and get up but sets of hands moved faster. Her wrists were grabbed and held firmly to the bed. Faces gloated over her. She felt hands on her naked skin. She cowered back not daring to speak, just pathetically shaking her head as she felt the hands moving in opposite directions.
Grace felt weak. She attempted a, "Please, boys, stop. You must stop. I can't move very well. I..." but the only thing that happened was a face gloating over her.
"That will be the muscle relaxant mother put in your drink. It just makes it easier for us to keep you where we want you and with your legs open."
Amongst the giggles, Grace struggled to speak. "Look, boys, no. I'm your stepfather's mother. That makes me your new grandmother."
It made no difference. Her hands were now under the boys, their weight holding her weakened state easily. A hand slid into her bra as another slipped under the waistband of her panties. She tried to move but a voice beside her stopped her. Mocking voices taunted her. With stupid, silly voices one answered the other.
"Oh, Grandma, what big tits you have."
"All the better to suckle you on."
"Oh, Grandma, what a nice cunt you have."
"All the better to stick your big fat cock up and fuck me in."
"Oh, Grandma, what a nice mouth you have."
"All the better to suck your fat cocks."
"Oh, Grandma, what a fine round arse you have."
"You will find out about that later, but first why don't you get my tits out."
The boys giggled at her feeble, "No, please boys." It was wasted. Hands grabbed at her bra, pulling it out and up, forcing it under her chin. Her fine breasts sat well on her chest as two mouths attacked each nipple. Her next, "No," was covered by the "mmmm" noises from two sucking mouths.
Unable to move, daring not to cry out, Grace could only lay there as she felt another hand join the one inside her panties, fingers now exploring between her legs. When she tried to close them vicious twisting pinches attacked her inner thighs. A face looked up at her at the same time she felt a finger enter her, pushing between the folds. She tried not to look at the grinning face but she couldn't escape the voice.
"When was the last time you got fucked? Come on, when was the last time some bloke got his cock up your fuckhole? You can tell me, I'm your little grandson."
She heard sniggering from the mouth still sucking her nipple and forced an answer, "My husband, four years ago. Now stop this."
The voice didn't let up. "You will be like a virgin again. Shall we open you up, fuck you and see how tight you are?"
She was pleading now, "No, please don't. Let me go."
"Was that, please don't or please don't let me go?"
"You mustn't do this."
Without warning they both left her, stood, grabbed both arms and pulled her to a sitting position on the bed. Her head spun. When it cleared she was staring at two large male cocks. The boys were like their mother, big everywhere. She looked up, the relaxant still had her body and mind confused.
"No, no, what do you mean by this? It's wrong."
Her hair was grabbed. "Our cocks need to get rid of some juice. You have a choice, Grandma. You can either, A, get fucked by both of us now, or B, you can jerk us off all over your pretty face. There is a C but you wouldn't want to go there. It includes Mother." Her hair was shaken again. "Decide now or we will decide for you and we would like C."
Cowering on the bed, the thought of Daniela made her move her hands up and reluctantly grip each rampant cock. Slowly, she began to pump them. Her bleary eyes watched as the heads slipped out and in of the foreskin. Both boys moved forward, their cock-heads now very close to her face. Grace tried hard to move but she was in such a dreamy state her body was transfixed by what she was doing.
The two boys knew exactly what they were doing. Inch by inch their fat cock-heads got closer to Grace's mouth. Grace's head moved from side to side, still trying to pump them, trying to get the torment over, but most of all trying to avoid the sticky pre-cum being forced onto her lips. It was all to no avail. Soon a voice growled at her.
"Open your mouth, Grandma, it's time to suck some cock." Grace kept her mouth closed, her hands trying hard to pump them. The voice wasn't finished. "Open your mouth or Mother will open it for you. You have seen the punisher. You won't keep your mouth closed when that starts whacking you."
The cocks were now banging at her face. She tried to say, "No, leave your mother outaahhhggghh..." but the first cock drilled past her protesting lips.
A hand held her head and the voice snapped, "And keep jerking the meat. You'll suck both of us until you're swallowing both of us. Now let's feel some tongue."
The boys had her now. Their meat rammed in and out of her mouth. Her spinning head was forced left and right, hands gripping her jaw, dragging her mouth further up the pounding shaft. Her hands were held on the cocks, forcing her to move until she pumped their filth all over her face. They made her keep her mouth open, laughing as they watched blobs of thick cum splat into her eyes, over her nose and onto her tongue. Her hair was held tight until she agreed to keep her mouth open and tongue out while they wiped the remaining blobs over her lips and tongue.
They stood back looking at the bemused, disorientated woman. Giggling as she tried to look up at them, her eyes blinking under the matted cum-string across them. Hands dragged her up.
"My, my, Grandma, what a dirty girl you are. Let's find something to clean your face."
Fingers grabbed into the waistband of her panties and pulled down. It was easy to make her step out of them. Soon more laughter as they wiped her panties all over her face.
"Please, boys, stop this."
A finger twisted her nipple. "Shut the fuck up, Grandma, and open your legs. I want to feel your cunt, finger you, play with your hole, see if sucking our cocks got you wet." A tug made her open her legs. Fingers immediately moved to her cunt, probing, feeling. She tried to move but her nipple suffered again. "I won't tell you again. Do as you're told or we hurt you. Now put your hands behind your head." Another twist made sure Grace complied.
Grace Mole, a grown woman of 38, stood open legged dressed only in hold-up stockings and a pink bra that hung around her neck while two perverted youths played with her. Fingers pushed up her cunt, hands mauled her breasts, mouths sucked at her nipples, hands caressed her arse, fingers trailed into the crack between her cheeks, and all she could do was stand there and let them. Fear of anything worse kept her their plaything.
Her dreamlike state made it easy for the boys to continue their freedom. One stood behind Grace, mauling her tits, while rubbing his rapidly hardening cock against her arse. The other young thug now knelt, holding her legs open while tickling her cunt. Both boys spoke as though Grace was not there.
"She ain't wet but I reckon we could get her really slippery if we had a fuck of her," a voice in her ear hissed. "Here that, Grandma, we are gonna fuck you. We are going to have you on that bed and give you a good fucking, and you better keep your legs open and just take it. Can you guess what will happen if you don't?"
Grace groaned. She could not stop them. She was going to be raped by her son's stepsons and he would do nothing to help her. She was almost crying as they manhandled her back and onto the bed, pushing at her, making her kneel, positioning her on all fours. Making her stay still while they played with her swinging breasts and prodded her from behind, pushing their fingers inside her, fingering her hole, slapping her arse until she felt the hard head of a rampant cock pushing into her.
She grunted as the thrusting became slow one minute then fast the next. She was lubricating. She couldn't help it. It was like her late husband. He would use her on all fours, hammering her hard from behind, and he would make her wet, make her cum. It was his way of controlling her. These boys were no different.
One still knelt beside her. He fondled her tits, squeezing the hardening nipples, laughing as he watched his brother abuse and arouse the helpless woman, He grabbed her hair and turned her face to him.
"He seems to be getting to you, Gran. Enjoying it, are you? Enjoying your fucking? Well, I'm gonna spoil it. You're here to be used and fucked so get your mouth back on my cock. I'll fuck your face while I wait my turn at your cunt."
Unable to do anything but comply, she didn't fight it as her head was dragged to his crotch. Her mouth opened and again filled with young hard meat. Both boys drove into her, giggling as they raped their supposed grandmother. It was the one fucking her mouth that suggested they keep swapping. Grace had to kneel there for at least a full twenty minutes while they swapped ends, forcing her to taste herself as each of them humiliated her by making her suck them clean before they'd fuck her cunt again.
Both of them came up her, the last one waiting to shoot his load, waiting for the brother to fetch their mother. All three laughed at the dejected, humiliated visitor as he too squirted his load up inside her.
Daneila's presence filled the room, lording over everybody, standing strong and erect in a silk Japanese robe. She whispered something to the boys before reaching out and pulling the exhausted woman from the bed. She marched her along the landing, screaming Raymond's name as they went. Raymond was waiting by the bathroom door.
"Clean your mother up, her face is a mess."
Grace looked at the rubber-clad figure. Talking to him seemed so futile as he led her to the bathroom. He was tender as he washed the cum streaks from her face. Daneila stood in the doorway, watching the activities until she snapped her fingers. Raymond moved to her. Daneila grabbed the mouth plug on the rubber suit and turned, pulling it from his face. His lips and mouth looked hideous surrounded by rubber. Daneila looked at Grace.
"Raymond, clean your mother's cunt. You know how you love cream-pie."
Grace stood in amazement, unable to comprehend the sight before her. Her own son dropped to the floor and crawled towards her, nestling between her legs. Pushing her legs wide he started to lap at her between her legs. His tongue seemed so long; it snaked out and around her sore, swollen, but still aroused, cunt lips. She wanted to stop him, to push him away, to turn and run from the room, but one look at Daneila's face soon put a stop to that.
Grace felt him, his tongue tickling and sliding in and around, licking at the juice still up her. She felt weak, she felt heady. The sensation being coursed through her made her knees open more. She looked at Daneila. She looked for pity. She struggled to speak.
"Please make him stop. I can't take it. It's, ah, it's..."
Daneila's face gloated in triumph. "It's good, taught how to make me cum, how to use his tongue. And he knows what he's licking. He should since he came out of there." Her laugh filled the room as she watched Grace groan and grunt, her hips twitching to the relentless licking and probing going on between her open legs.
"That's it, Mummy, let your boy taste you. He wants to lick all that nasty cum out of your cunt. Let him have his taste of dirty well fucked pussy. You can't stop even if you wanted to. You're loving it and you will do anything I say to have him keep doing you. I'll show you what you'll do. Raymond, take her to my bedroom."
The fact that Grace was almost unable to walk meant nothing to Daneila. With ease she pulled the staggering woman to another bedroom, lavish and well decorated. With the momentum of staggering and the strength of Daneila, Grace was easily thrown onto the large ornate bed. She bounced onto the soft mattress. Before she had time to do anything, Raymond turned her flat on her back, opened her legs, and returned to the oral assault between her legs.
Daneila laughed, "That's it, Raymond, let's have your mother the way she should be. Face up."
Daneila grinned at her. Grace looked blurrily back. The drug still had her controlled, plus the exhaustion of the rapes and now the incredible feeling between her legs completely drained her will to move. Daneila sat beside her tweaking her nipples. In her other hand she held a chain with a metal clip on each end. Ddeftly, she just pulled a nipple and attached the clip. Grace grunted as each of her nipples was securely clamped.
"This is how I wanted you. On your back, naked with your legs open, just lying there waiting for anybody to play with you, use you, fuck you. It was the vision I had of you when I saw you at the registrar's office, and there was just one more sight."
She stood. With a flurry she removed the robe and stood naked. Grace struggled but still the large woman made her swallow with fear. Her thick strong thighs, her arse round, firm and large, a triangle of thick curly hair above very pink fat lips, her slim waist rose up to her large melon-like breasts and then up to her face, that superior look still etched on her grinning lips.
"This sight."
With one swift movement she was knelt, her meaty thighs spread, her full pink cunt an inch above Grace's mouth.
"Your tongue up my cunt. Get licking. I'm gonna be the next member of this family to cum in your mouth."
Grace had no options in this matter. The fat pink cunt sealed over her mouth. Her grunts of arousal now muffled by thick pink flesh. Raymond increased his activities between his mother's legs, his tongue darting into her folds, licking hard and quickly over her exposed clit, forcing her hips to jump. She was pinned into a helpless position. Her mouth open, she had to lick the cunt. Daneila rocked back and forth, forcing her to work her tongue in if she wanted to breathe.
Raymond used his thumbs to increase the pressure on the nub. Grace's cunt was now one slippery open hole. The tongue snaked up and down the open lips, his mouth sucked the clit out before franticly tickling the end. His tongue had a power of its own. Months of being forced to satisfy Daneila had taught him stopping before drinking the female juice was not in his script.
Daneila rode Grace's mouth. Grace used her tongue, franticly trying to copy Raymond's activities. If she slowed, fingers would reach back and pull her nipple chain, tugging at it until her breasts stood like pointed cones, painfully stretched until her tongue quickened its pace. Grace resolved herself to her job. She knew she would be forced to make Daneila cum. She would be humiliated into drinking this domineering woman's cum. She forced her tongue to push further up the wet hole.
Daneila started to gurgle, "Oohh cum on, Mummy, fucking your face is so much fun. What do you say, Mummy dear? It's good, your hot business. Come on, I'm almost there. Oohhh, who would have thought having a mother-in-law like you would be so much fun. Come on. Let this be a warning. You better lick me really good. Sometimes if I don't cum I have to have a piss," she laughed.
Grace thought of this odious woman pissing in her mouth. It quickly drove her to even faster tongue thrusts.
Raymond had his mother's cunt dripping. Grace's mind fought two worlds. Her cunt was jumping, she had never felt so much pleasure, but all the time she was trying to give her tormentor the same pleasure.
Grace came twice but Raymond wouldn't stop. It wasn't until juice spurted all over her face that Daneila relaxed, snapping her fingers, the signal that allowed Raymond to stop arousing his mother's cunt. Daneila climbed off, turned, bent, and licked her cum off the exhausted woman's face, passionately forcing her to kiss her, tickling her tits and cunt, making her moan, then gloating over her.
"How's it feel to have your son lick you until you cum? Don't answer, we can all see how much you enjoyed it. Raymond," he jumped to her side, "take your mother and clean her up then meet me in the business room."
Like an obedient servant, Raymond pulled his bemused mother from the bed and guided her to the bathroom, cleaned her juice covered face and then washed her between her legs. He made her use the toilet in front of him before cleaning her cunt. He made sure her hair was combed and neat before taking her to a room she had not seen yet.
As Grace moved through the door, she couldn't comprehend what she was looking at. The muscle relaxant was wearing off but she had trouble taking her situation in. The room was the largest in the house. A bed sat in the centre under a large round circular mirror that adorned the ceiling. Daneila stood at the end, in a black leather bra and panties. Black boots extenuated her strong legs. Shelves of restraints, sex toys, and whips ran down one wall. Video equipment ran down the other. Mirrors were everywhere.
Grace uttered a mixture of, "Oh no, you can't mean... but this is... you haven't..." until the screen on the wall flickered into life.
In Daneila's hand was a remote. She fast forwarded the show. Images flashed before Grace's eyes, images of her being fucked by the boys, Raymond sucking her cunt, she sucking on Daneila. The screen went blank.
"Do you think that will turn the vicar on? It would make for an interesting sermon. Or any of your neighbours? Bet you'd get some males popping in for a cup of sugar. How many people who you know have internet access? Bet you couldn't go into a shop without being recognised as the star of the show. And of course we supply a few shady dealers in the area. You should have taken more interest in the boys' interests, they make movies."
A wild panic took over Grace. "No, no, not my church. I implore you, please no." She was almost in tears.
The grin came back to Daneila's face. "Implore me? Well, let's see. It is simply, you do as I say and it stay's here. You mess with me, it goes walk abouts. I won't need an answer, just deeds. See these, put them on."
Daneila's hand tugged back the silk bed cover. Laid out was a black corset, black tight panties, and stockings, the pattern long at the top, the seam at the back thick and dark.
"Sexy, and just for you. Help her, Raymond, time is moving on and time is money."
Raymond soon had his mother dressed and, as ordered, he dragged her to a wall mirror. Grace stared at herself. Her hair back and clipped up, her breasts like a white creamy shelf supported by the corset, her trim waist held tight, the little flared edging just touched the top of the tight panties. They cut away from her hips, barely covered her hairs. The stockings dark, the mass of lace pattern on her thighs. And the shoes, four inches of black gloss strapped at the ankle. Daneila opened the door.
"Ready? Good. Get your cute arse downstairs."
Tottering down the stairs after Daniela, Grace was pleading with her never to show the tape. Daneila never spoke until she opened the living room door pushing Grace in. Sitting around the room were three men, large and dark like Daneila. Daneila introduced them as her two uncles and her father before grabbing Grace by the jaw and bringing her face to hers.
"They have paid for tonight and all day tomorrow, and booked you every Tuesday. Don't disappoint them. Agree to everything they want. Remember, it would be pointless to resist. You have seen the restraints they can use to keep you under control."
Though her jaw was still being squeezed she tried to speak. "Paid? What do you mean, paid for all night and tomorrow? I can't. It's not right."
Daneila shook her face. "You heard right. They have paid to fuck you and that's the price of keeping the movie here. And they're just your first clients. It's business now. Let's get you on your knees and them started."
The three men moved quickly, two grabbing arms and turning Grace back and towards the stairs. Daneila grinned as she saw her father grab the back of the panties and pull up. The material disappeared between Grace's arse cheeks as he almost lifted her up the stairs.
Three hours later Daneila sat draped across her large chair, her legs wide enough to allow Raymond to lick and tickle her cunt. She was watching the monitor playing out what was being recorded in the business room. Raymond had made her cum twice. What with his tongue and the view of Grace being fucked by all three members of her family at the same time she had filled his mouth with her juice. She grinned. Her father's cock never seemed to go down. He'd fucked Grace's mouth twice and her cunt once and now it was stuck in her mouth fucking it again. He was dragging her head up and down his shaft while she was sitting on the bed pumping the other two hard with her hands.
She pressed the mute button and picked up the phone. One press and the phone dialled.
"Hello, Janice, all right to ring? Bill still away? --- Good --- Me? Yes, I'm fine. Well, I always am after some good sex --- Oh yes, she's here. Thanks for tipping me off, great idea --- I'll let you have a copy --- What? After Dad and the brothers have given her a right good fucking --- Okay. Oh yes, they've had her on her knees a few times already --- No, it wasn't holy communion --- Terry got his right down her throat --- Yeah, thought he was going to choke her --- What now? Yes of course I'm watching --- You are a bad girl. Well, she's on her back. John's fucking her now --- Okay, I'll tell you. He's knelt with her dragged up his thighs --- Oh yes, she's well filled with cock --- I'm getting to that. The other two are knelt at her head --- Yes, she has got good tits. They will be sore by now. They are really working on them as they pull her head from side to side and fuck her mouth --- They've got her until tomorrow night --- You want a copy of today and tomorrow? --- Alright --- Yes, it will make you horny --- Yes, Raymond will bring them and he can stay for a couple of hours --- I know you like his tongue. He's between my legs as we speak --- Yes, I think you can easily say she will not be available for your Tuesday meetings and you will not hear any more moaning. Her mouth will have other commitments. She'll be working with my sister and two aunts. After all, she is now part of the family business."
THE END
