Abby’s mother laid down one rule: she is the only woman who gets to have sex in this house. For years Abby listened through the wall, then watched. Puppy play, a collar, a tail, the kind of night her parents thought was still private.
When her mother walks in on her experimenting, the fight is ugly. When her mother leaves, Abby puts on the latex suit made for someone else.
My life didn’t start with whips and chains, no swinger parties, and my mom isn’t a slut. She tried to be my superhero. My piece-of-shit sperm donor left when I was three. Jason took over the role with confidence. I’ve never seen him as anything other than my loving father. They both gave their only daughter the best for nineteen great years.
Any sports I wanted. Tutors if I struggled. Even a good job waiting tables in one of the best restaurants in the city. They kept me out of trouble. The only unusual thing about my house is the fucking wall. The sound of their happy marriage almost every night. The stress of the day, beaten into the wall.
The sounds meant love and happiness when I was younger. I was always taught sex should be between two people who love each other and frequent. It keeps the love alive. When my mom walked in on me with a man inside me, seconds away from climax, the meaning of sex changed. “I’m the only woman who gets to have sex in this house.”
The words were innocent, almost tongue-in-cheek, but serious. The boundary was etched in stone. No boys alone in the house. Slowly, as my mother enforced the rules, the words burrowed into my brain.
Each thud against the wall was a taunt. Free and open pleasure, being rubbed in my face while mine has to be hidden like it’s dirty. Being fucked in the back of a car, or sneaking off to motel rooms. Just humiliating myself whenever I want to feel flesh against mine.
Since those words left her lips the sounds are different. It started with my toes curling involuntarily, my eyes closing and visualizing. Listening to the climax. After my body could no longer handle the pent-up frustration my nightly ritual merged with their love. Before the heavy wood can even hit the wall my hand is already between my legs, competing for completion. Competing against people that don’t know they’re playing.
Since I’ve graduated high school, the sounds have changed. The PTA mom, the soccer coach, the cheerleading assistant no longer has distractions.
Instead she pours her life into the house. Before it was clean. Now it’s spotless. My dad comes home to the perfect life. My mom is always happy, and I’m his perfect daughter he brags about to friends.
Where scheduling conflicts resulted in stress, anxiety, and arguments about responsibilities. Now hugs, kisses, family dinners and movie nights take their place. Where she used to slap his hand away with a smile, she now flips her sundress up and shows him her naked ass while she thinks I’m not looking.
The mix of the submission and family bonding made my arousal even worse. Stifled moans and wandering hands under blankets would always send me retreating. They thought I was grossed out. Instead I was in the next room with my hand between my legs.
Nothing compares to the shift in the nightly ritual. The headboard sounds are all but gone. Replaced by muffled cries of submission, loud slaps on skin, and demeaning names. They came loud through the drywall. Whore, cunt, slut, and bitch. Over and over. Followed by loud whining “thank you’s” and pleading moans for more.
The shift is infuriating. I can’t fucking see it. I don’t know what they’re doing, so I can’t even imagine it. What happens when someone calls you a slut? I know if anyone called me a slut during sex I’d kick them in the balls. I wouldn’t thank them.
Tonight is even worse. Everything was pointing towards a loud satisfying night. He was basically fucking her in the kitchen after dinner. I thought I would get something, anything to satisfy myself. Instead, fucking nothing.
“Fuck!”
Anger escapes my lips while pulling my ear off the wall.
“I guess the perfect wife doesn’t want to fucking put out tonight.”
The dismissive words escape my lips as I leave my room to get a snack.
“Fucking eat, bitch!”
An angry tone erupts from the kitchen. The sound of metal clanking on metal, and wet sloppy sounds fill the house.
“What the fuck.”
Quietly leaves my throat.
Edging forward I peek around the corner. My mom is on all fours, eating slop from a bowl. A pretty pink collar with a tag clanks loudly against the metal. Disgusting slobbering, choking sounds come from the whore on the floor. Golden floppy retriever ears dance dumbly on her head…
A matching bushy fucking tail sprouts from a large black disk sitting between her creamy white ass cheeks. My dad’s large meaty hand grips the tail, making the bell chime with every solid thrust into her dripping cunt.
My nails dig into the wall and a low growl vibrates from my throat. Each chime judges me, screaming “my house.” My thighs grow slick. Looking down, a dark, almost black spot forms in my grey sweats. The squeak of my grinding teeth fills my head, mixing with that stupid fucking bell.
“You’re a good little bitch, you’re not going to let this plug fall out, right?”
The voice hits me like it’s spoken right against my ear. My spine lights up.
“Yes, daddy.”
Whispered. Impulsive. Sickening. A disgusting blend of filth that doesn’t belong on my tongue.
My mom lets out several yelps like an obedient little puppy before finally answering.
“Yes sir, I’m a good bitch! Fuck! I’ll hold it! I promise!”
The words are thick with pleasure. The spot in my pants growing and spreading is now impossible to ignore. I strip my pants and panties down. When the fabric pulls free from between my labia it flings thick drops of arousal down my thighs.
Watching them my naked cunt quivers. With firm, slow circles I work my clit, hitting the nerves just right. Shocking pleasure runs through me. I clench my eyes shut and stifle the moans with my wrist.
“You better not cum, you bitch!” The command is punctuated with a hard slap across the soft skin of her ass. Lust pours from her mouth with a guttural moan.
Fixed on every detail, the cadence slows, thrusts are going deeper and sweat is dripping onto her naked back. His fucking body is almost glowing in the light, eyes shut tight, his body tensed more and more with every second.
“Are you fucking ready, slut!”
“Yes.” Leaves my dumb fucking mouth.
My mistake hangs heavy in the air, panic pushes me over the edge. Hiding my face, my teeth sink back into my wrist. Pain does not follow. I fold over, every goddamn muscle in my body tenses up, and my pussy explodes, gushing all over my legs and the carpet beneath me.
“Did you hear that?” my dad says, breathy. Genuine concern in his voice.
“No! Just finish me! Please don’t stop!”
The pathetic begging reaches me, slumped over panting in my own post-ecstasy puddle.
My pants are cold and wet now when they hug my sensitive screaming pussy. Quickly I begin my humiliating retreat.
A pop sound comes from the kitchen.
The sound of gushing liquids smacking against the hard floor comes directly after. Like a fucking wild animal, like she doesn’t give a fuck if her 19-year-old daughter hears. A guttural primal moan fills the entire house.
“Fuck! God fuck yes, please shove your fucking fist in my ass!”
Jaw now slack, my hand covers it to stifle any reaction to the words that I didn’t know existed.
I finally reach my room, somehow less satisfied than when I left. Throwing myself on my bed, my jaw tightens, my eyes shut, and I press a pillow against my face.
“Shove your fist in my ass!” lingers in my brain.
“How the fuck is that possible.” My volume muffled by the pillow.
Minutes go by without a single second of silence in my brain.
“Fuck!”
1386, I press the buttons and my screen glows bright. Stunning my eyes.
“Can a fist really go in there?”
Hours pass in a sexual haze. I’m sitting on a bottle, bucking my hips and bouncing to the thrusts the woman on my phone endures. A fist punching deep into her stretched asshole over and over. My hands squeeze my nipples hard as I try to finally push the bulb of the bottle into my sore hole. I’m primed to fucking explode, just one more fucking shove.
The door opens casually. A second feels like hours in that moment. “Abby! What the fuck!”
I slam down hard and my hole swallows the bulb, and I lunge forward to my hands and knees gripping the carpet as I scream in the throes of a crippling orgasm, followed by pure agony.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she asks me.
“I guess I forgot how to drink pop mom!”
She stands there for a moment, as I get my breathing under control. I whimper as I reach back and grab the bottle, trying not to look into her eyes. But my gaze falls on her face, an eyebrow lifted just studying.
“Clean yourself up and get to the fucking table.” She said as she walks out the door. Closing it behind her.
“God fuck!”
The pulsing in my asshole is relentless. I squat and hold myself for a moment. Trying to relieve the pressure, I push. But it doesn’t come out. I dry my hands and grip the bottom of the bottle, and lift my body. The bottle slips out of my hands. After a second try, I get to my knees and put my face on the floor. I grab my ass cheeks and push hard.
Piss erupts onto the carpet. My face turns red and my body tenses as I feel the bottle start to come out. Tears run down my face as I have to reset. I breathe for a moment, then I prime myself for a hard push. I piss again harder than before and I reach between my legs and finally pull the bottle from my ass. The emptiness makes me gasp and lay flat on the carpet. My mouth left open and my breathing labored, then a tiny smile creeps across my face. I run my finger across my swollen hole, and a finger fits inside without touching my sphincter. Testing my hole I fit three fingers in and feel a slight satisfaction with myself.
“God fucking shit fuck!” Standing up I immediately realize my mistake. I feel like I worked a truck stop bathroom, I slowly slip on just a pair of sweats and a tight top. I look at myself and smile in the mirror.
Still trying to figure out how to fucking walk. I walk out with my legs slightly spread and trying not to move my cheeks when I walk.
“Morning, sweetheart. You look like shit. Did you sleep well?”
Concern coats his words.
Angry eyes scan my body, as her eyes focus on my tits with my nipples poking through my shirt, and my tight stomach exposed.
“Uhm yeah it was just a long night. I’m just a little sore. I think I slept wrong.” I shoot my mom a tiny smirk as my dad’s eyes return to his plate.
Sitting in my seat sends a shooting pain through my spine. How the fuck is she so composed? The contrast makes things even worse, I catch a smile twist on hers when a grimace etches on mine.
“Okay well at least today’s your day off. Here take this and go out and maybe have a spa day.”
My face gets hot for a moment as I take the money. Shame seeps into me in that moment. I avert my eyes and look at my plate tucking the five twenty dollar bills away.
“I talked to Chad yesterday and he said you’re one of his best servers. I’m really proud of you.”
“Oh, thank you daddy.” I say in a low whisper.
“Abby, go ahead and get us the salt, please.” Her eyes cold and studying, her voice almost cheerful.
I immediately shoot daggers at her, “I would love to, mommy.” My dad coughs on his food, with the tone in my voice.
My hands push my body up. Pain paints itself on my face as I try to force myself up.
“Jess, it’s fine. I’ll get the—”
“No! She will do it.”
Her voice cuts through the air. Controlled but firm.
“Fucking women.”
His words spoken to his plate, shaking his head.
My mother focuses on every movement, almost hungry for my suffering. Every fucking step is agony, and awkward. I feel her gaze burning into my skull. Finally reaching the counter, I grab the salt. I rest my hands on the counter for a moment and take a deep angry breath.
“Hey, we should get a dog, we can get it a cute little pink collar. Oh and we can get it one of those cute little bone tags that clank while it eats!” I call out to the table. Two red faces look at me.
“Uhm, everything okay? I just keep seeing posts of golden retrievers on social media. They are really cute.”
Confidently I stride back ignoring the pain shooting through my bowels with every step. Both sets of eyes following me. My mom holds her hand out for the salt.
“Thank swee–”
I set the shaker on the table and finish my energetic tit bouncing walk back to my seat. Making eye contact with the cunt as I keep a sturdy smiling face the whole way down. Then I give a little wiggle in my seat.
“Oh your welcome mommy.”
She puts her fork down and stops eating.
“Alright guys I dont know whats going on, but I have to go. Work this shit out. Love you.”
He kisses the top of my head.
“And I’ll see you later.” He bends down and my parents share their usual intimate kiss, before closing the door behind him.
Instantly venom spills out into the air.
“What the fuck are you doing, you stupid fucking slut.”
“Woof.” A wicked smile forms on my face, paired with a tiny amused cackle.
Her face is now red and her eyes are wild. Her pupils devouring the green rings around them.
“You think you’re a clever little bitch dont you. I spent almost two decades building this marriage, and whatever you think you know, you are wrong, and just being an immature fucking whore. Like that pathetic display in your room.”
My face is on fire and my vision blurs. My tongue feels heavy in my mouth as I bite back words I’m not prepared for.
“If I let you have your way you would be slinging your pussy around to have the city in that fucking bed.”
My temple throbs as I listen to the words, and try to think of anything.
“Oh not so fucking clever now? Listen, you are not ready for what you think you are.”
My teeth grind.
“Okay, Mother.”
Anger sews the words together.
“May I be excused.”
My body moves easier now, with no sign of pain, before permission is granted.
“Yes, just keep your pants on this time. Also I will be gone today. Now I feel I have to remind you none of your little boy toys are to step foot in this house without someone here. Do you understand?” She spits out at me.
I scoff walking away.
“Yes I remember your fucking rules.”
This time pure anger and contempt construct the syllables.
When I finally reach my bed my body feels heavy. I curl into a ball holding myself and within minutes I fall into a deep sleep. I’m plagued with vivid scenes of lust and domination. Where my imagination failed before now my dreams make up for it in spades.
In vivid detail like it’s on my screen I can see my mother’s anus stretching around my dad’s wrist. Her cries of pleasure. Her fake pleas to stop. Her lustful howls of painful pleasure ringing in my ears filling my head.
Waking in a hot sweat my pants are cold between my legs. The seeping arousal bleeding through my panties into my sweats. Stripping them off, before I even wipe the sleep from my eyes, I sink my fingers into my throbbing pussy. Hot thick juices cover my fingers as I pull them out. I taste my fingers and it tastes sweet and bitter. A taste that I can’t even begin to explain.
Grabbing my phone I check the time and when I’m sure my mom is still running errands I explore the house. All pains dulled, throbbing wanting. Like a body builder craving his next excruciating curl.
I walk to the room, and I breathe deep before I breach the threshold. Their sanctuary of lust. My ears ring and tingle as I walk in the doorway to their room. This time not to ask a question not to simply tell them I love you.
This time to find something.
The room is clean, spotless and put together, but I can smell it. I can smell the scent that lingers in my sheets even after a wash, the scent that soaks into the mattress with every orgasm. The strong scent of sex, sweat, piss and cum. With complete disregard of the consequences I strip the tight bedding from the stained mattress. I bury my face in a fresh wet spot and deeply inhale.
My fingers find my throbbing pussy. Roughly pushing my fingers in. I find the rough patch of skin. With frantic strokes I moan completely unrestrained by curious ears. I lick the dirty fabric then pull myself away, and wipe the juices from my fingers onto the bed.
Walking around the room, the closet draws me in. Opening the door, the thought of punishment runs through my head only, twisted and disturbing. My body freezes imagining my dad’s cock thrusting inside of me, my mom burying her worn out asshole in my face. I can almost taste her red folds.
“What the fuck!” I yell, shaking my head in disgust at the disgusting images.
I look down and strip a sheet covering an assortment of objects I’ve never imagined. Instantly, I’m drawn in by a long dildo with two heads on it. I can barely reach my fingers around the monster. Holding it up against my body it reaches between my tits.
“Who the fuck even plays with this!”
I drop the thing on the floor and continue my search. I look at the furry tail I had seen just last night. I almost drool looking at the monstrous plug attached to it. Wrapping both hands around the fat bulb my fingers overlap but only slightly. My body shudders for a moment. I lick up the plug, and the film on the black rubber activates on my taste buds.
It’s sweet and coats my tongue. I rub the tip of it on my pussy as I continue to scan the pile. Seeing the rubber fabric, I freeze.
Picking it up, I see the suit is beautiful. I lay it on the bed. It’s obviously made for my mom. It’s short and tiny, and looks like it would fit perfect on her tiny carbon copy.
I look at the mitten hands and the very thick reinforced wrist straps. Examining the hood I see a large piece of plastic with teeth marks dug into it. The inside is hollow and the face of the mask has a cap on it. I imagine getting face fucked inside the black rubber, drool leaks down the corner of my mouth.
Quickly, I grab a reasonable size cock from the pile, then return to the bed and with reckless abandon I begin to don the suit. I feel the tight latex immediately hug my soft skin. The crotchless suit digs sharply into the base of my cunt pushing my labia out like they’re being pinched. The sight of my body being altered by the suit is intoxicating. When I put my hands into the mittens, my brain pleads with me to not continue.
Shaking my head, I reach back and barely purchase the zipper, then seal my body into its new case.
“Fuck, it’s so tight!”
My breathing is now labored as the suit doesn’t care that my tits are significantly bigger than hers. Regretting my decision and feeling my resolve quickly fucking crumbling, I quickly put the hard plastic in my mouth, and encase my face into the suffocating mask.
Now breathing exclusively through my nose I look at myself in the mirror and I run the mittens down the slippery skin. A trickle of snot runs down my face. I try to force out words, but they come out wet and gargled, quickly morphing into moans. My voluntary helplessness makes my entire body heat up. I feel my body start to sweat.
Feeling claustrophobic very fucking quickly, I walk closer to the mirror to admire myself one last time. Running my hands down my forced hourglass figure, then I see the visor. Flipping it down erases light. Turning my mask into total darkness. My knees buckle and a moan muffles into the mask. I flip it back up quickly, I rush back to the bed and grab the dildo.
I pose myself like a bitch in heat, then with a flip of the visor, my entire fucking body is plunged into darkness. Quivering the moment the plastic cock touches my clit everything stacks up and the jolt makes me drop the cock.
Frustrated, I start to run my hands around the bed searching, and everything goes fucking rigid.
“Busted.” The deep voice from the kitchen erupts behind me. Not my dad, my mom’s master.
The sound is like what you would hear before the hammer hits the back of the bullet, with a gun to your head. Everything goes weak and every fucking muscle in my body locks.
“Look at these little holes. Just waiting for me.”
I lie still. My body shakes, in fear, anticipating, I don’t fucking know anymore, but the sound of his voice isn’t what I expect. My body recoils when I feel the tip of the rubber slip across my lips. “God you’re fucking soaked, you little slut. Good thing I came home early. You might have gotten away with this.”
Suddenly, I am filled. The dildo stretches me uncomfortably, my pussy constricts against the hard rubber and my teeth find the grooves my mother made. Almost like they were crafted just for me.
The hard fucking cock pistons as deep as my cunt will allow. Battering against the end of my tunnel painfully. My eyes clench shut, this is the punishment I deserve, the one I craved.
“God, babe! You’re so fucking tight today!”
My eyes shoot open, sealed in darkness. Babe… this isn’t punishment. I’m not… he’s not… I’m… I’m her.
The dildo is roughly yanked from my cunt, with an audible squelch. My hips whine and buck as my mouth falls open.
“You sit there and think about your actions, slut.”
I hear footsteps away from me. I could flee, but I stay. I can stop at any moment, my eyes, he can tell. So I wait, wanting, needing, my hips slowly bucking, looking for something anything to fill my fucking holes.
When the footsteps return, I feel a large thud on the bed, then metal clanking fills the room. “Look at that slutty hole, twitching and throbbing for me.”
Three quick slaps bust across my lips. I scream out into the gag, and I go flat. He grabs the metal loop on my back and pulls me back up. My hands go to my visor, then they pause. I feel something parting my lips.
“Beg for it, you disobedient cunt.”
My face burns and ears tingle. Slowly my hands run from my face down the smooth suit, and rest on my thighs. Then I part my lips and wiggle my sloppy cunt on whatever is sitting between my lips, like a fucking bitch begging for a bone.
Then I get it. With a brutal thrust I feel heavy balls slapping against my clit and the head of his cock pushing against my walls. His thrusts are slow but hard, each one like he wants to go deeper. I feel stretched and full, the little breath I have in my lungs leaves with every shove around my wet slobbery face.
“Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight!” A slap falls across my ass, and a tiny yelp escapes my lips. “You’re going to wear yourself out milking me!” He starts to pick the speed up. The words make no sense to my scattered brain. All I care about is the heat building.
Faster and faster it’s coming. My pussy spasms around his shaft, the tunnel fills with saliva as I’m moaning without a care in the world.
“Fuck you! You better not fucking cum!” Viciously he rips his cock out of me, and delivers slap after slap to my hot swollen lips. “You are trying to squeeze me dry! Fine keep fucking clenching, bitch. I’ll play your game.”
Tears are flowing down my cheeks as I finally go for the visor. A struggle ensues for my hands, and now they are locked behind my back. I scream into the gag as I’m yanked back up to my bent-over position.
I breathe heavily. My body shakes uncontrollably from whatever the fuck is going on. I want to cum, I want to stop, I want him to fill me. I want everything.
“Gahhh fahhhh!”
I scream into the mask as I hear a bottle snap open, and I feel a cold thick liquid plop onto my asshole and run down onto my hot lips. My eyes go wide and my head shoots back, filling my throat with the tunnel of saliva, making me cough as whatever the fuck is being forced inside of me.
“Aww, poor baby, coughing won’t keep my fist out of you!”
His fucking fist. Something breaks in me. I start to thrust back as I feel a few fingers stretch me. “There you go! Fucking relax on my hand.” I wince as I feel another finger pry itself into my hole. His fingers rotate, and my muscles spasm. My wrists tug at the restraints. His free hand goes to my throat and my head lifts up.
Saliva dumps into my mouth again. I let it run out around my lips into my mask. I feel his fingers start to curl inside me. “Here we go!” He yells and tightens his grip on my throat as he pushes into my pussy. My lips grip around his wrist, my feet flutter kicking the bed hard.
All breath is knocked from my chest as I try to prone my body, but his hands refuse my request. My head starts to feel light, as his fist does tiny thrusts in my pussy.
I feel fibers stretching and tearing in my cunt as he rotates and drives deeper. Tears run down my face as my body locks. Violently I feel the fist yanked free from my hole. My mouth falls open. The sudden vacancy doesn’t relieve the strain. Now my walls pulse against each other. I thrust backwards looking for relief. Begging for it to go back in.
I feel his fingertips and I start thrusting back on them. The stretch is blending with something different. The dull ache is replaced with, something. I don’t know. I just fucking need it. “If you want it, fucking do it!”
He puts his hand in up to his knuckles and I gently thrust back. His hand stiff, he won’t help. I fucking need it. With a hard push I bury his rigid hand into my pussy. Quickly he balls his hand and I fall forward. Quickly I bite down and thrust back on his balled fist breaking through.
“Okay slut you earned it!” He grips my throat tighter. No air can come in now. I feel my face get hot and he pistons his hand in and out of my cunt over and over again. The feeling builds into something I’ve never felt before. “Cum you fucking cunt!”
“Yes daddy. Thank you.” Tries to come out but muffled, as I bear down hard. All of the filthy words rip the orgasm from my body and every fucking muscle within me clamps down and goes stiff, I scream into my rubber prison and let out a gushing torrent of cum onto the bed. “Fuck yes! There you go, my sexy little slut!” The fist pistons in and out of me squeezing every last drop of liquid out of me, as I squirt to the rhythm of his arm.
Finally he leaves my hole aching from emptiness. “Now it’s my turn.” The lube opens back up and I feel it hit directly on my asshole. I start to scream immediately and shake my head. His hand goes under my chin and cups my throat. “Clench all you want, babe, I know you love it.”
His head tears into my slick hole collapsing all resistance instantly. My body shakes as the pain rips through my body. Red flashes in my vision. My sobbing muffled by the gag. “Fuck, you’re shaking! You want to fucking cum again!” His hand presses on the back of my head. Pushing my wet slimy face into the bed. Making me accept my punishment as a powerless fuck doll.
The deep anal fucking becomes far better than the pounding on my cervix before. I feel his entire length stretch deep into my bowels. His head stretches something deep inside me with every thrust. It feels like a ring constantly tightening and yielding on his ridge. Soon my mouth is wide open and my sobs become low constant groans. My eyes roll in my head, and I feel the thrusts change.
“Gahhh fuahhh yahhhh” escapes from my mouth. As they become harder but slower. I feel his cock pulse inside of me, and a final powerful thrust buries his entire length into my guts.
His balls slap against my swollen lips and I feel his hot seed shoot into my colon. My teeth clench around the gag silencing my pathetic lustful cries and pleas. Silence fills the room as my mom’s master flows out of him and into me.
He runs his hand down the slick latex suit caressing my body and releasing my wrists and I hear the familiar voice return. “I love you so much.” My arms go back holding his hips as I lightly buck back against his hips, taking in the voice he uses to greet my mother.
“Who the fuck is that!” My mother screams. With a sudden pop my dad’s cock is yanked from my ass. The sudden evacuation causes my body to release another intense orgasm adding to the puddle that sits on their bed. Before I could fully recover I awkwardly remove the blindfold hiding my eyes from him.
I rush from the room and meet my mother’s furious gaze. Her eyes wide with realization. I take the opportunity to run. She screams to “stay there” to my dad who recoils to the floor. Slamming the door behind her.
We meet outside of my room before I enter.
“You take that fucking suit off and fucking burn it. Do you understand me, you little slut. You don’t limp, you don’t walk crooked, you give no hint that you were the one in that room.”
With a nod I quietly close my door and strip.
With a performance that could win a fucking Oscar she slams the front door. Opens it back up and screams “If I ever find out who the fuck you are I will fucking kill you, bitch!”
Then she slams the door for a final time.
I hide the suit and curl into my bed exhausted and fade to a well-deserved dreamless sleep. I’m not disturbed for dinner. I’m not awoken by a thudding headboard. No alarms just rest.
When I wake up I look at my phone and am shocked by the time. My dad should already be gone. I didn’t wake up for dinner or breakfast, feeling hungry, I stretch my arms and yawn.
“Morning.”
“Fuck!” I scream looking at my mom sitting in a chair that was facing towards my back. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack!” I scream, almost forgetting what happened.
“Shut up. You listen to me now.”
Her tone is angry and leaves no room for debate. I just nod with memories flooding into my conscious brain. “This is not a fucking reward. But in lieu of me kicking you the fuck out, and having to explain the past 24 hours, I will lift my rule.”
A smile involuntarily creeps across my face. “Hold on, slut, you get one partner. You will not turn my fucking house into your disgusting whore house. If you break up, if he lays a hand on you, or if he cheats on you. It’s fucking over. Do you understand me?” Her face hard and eyes narrow during the lecture.
“Really!” I squeak out too excited. My mouth is still sore from biting down on the gag for so long. I adjust my jaw.
“Yeah it fucking hurts, doesn’t it.” She looks at me with steady eyes knowing exactly how my body feels.
“So I can pick any guy?” I ask with a smirk.
“You’re not fucking cute, cunt,” she says with an annoyed tone.
“I mean if we keep the suit he can’t tell the difference.” The words barely leave my mouth before my mother’s hand reaches my face and the taste of blood fills my mouth.
“I deserved that,” I say with amusement. “But seriously, thanks, Mom. I’m sorry for snooping, it was an accident.”
“No it wasn’t but, trust me you’ll be feeling the consequences of it with every step for a few days. Oh and make sure you bring a spare pair of underwear with you for a couple days. Accidents tend to happen after all of that.” She leaves my room after that last bit of humiliation.
When I stand my body immediately tells me the consequences she was talking about. The pain makes me squat down. The position quickly makes me lose control of my body, and I search for any kind of relief from the pressure. I gently push, and a river of hot cum, mucus, blood and piss erupts onto my carpet and that’s why I need extra panties.