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Things changed in the Marshall Home that night. They changed forever. Bud Marshall laid down the law for his new bride. She was there to serve him and prove her love for him. Marie Marshall saw a different man from the one he had married only a few weeks ago. She saw his mean, animal side. He demanded that she prove her love for him by sleeping all night with his dick in her mouth. She knew some married couples slept like this, but she had never envisioned that their marriage would take this turn. She loved the big meaty cock, and didn't mind it's texture and taste, it was the idea that was so demeaning. And worse than that, it was Bud's sudden violent and seeming sadistic streak that worried her.
An even worse thing in a way, happened during the night. Paul's father could not sleep. He was bitterly ashamed and angry by all that had happened. He was a proud man, and it shamed him that he could not help his own family, and that his son had to suffer to protect him. But there was another feeling. Something to do with his son's sexual abuse and suffering that he could not explain. He drifted in and out of a fitful slumber for a few hours, to find himself fully awake at three in the morning with a raging hard on. His fat cock was so stiff it hurt terribly. He couldn't remember ever being that painfully hard. He thought about waking his for a fuck, but that would be so unlike him, that he just couldn't bring himself to do it. So he decided to go to the bathroom and jerk off. Besides, she had had enough sexual trauma for one night. He got out of bed and walked quietly out of the room, his fucking prick bobbing in front of him, over eight inches long and dripping. :Jesus," he muttered, looking down at the red plumb sized cockhead. This was pretty damned unusual. Half way to the bathroom, he suddenly thought of his poor teenage son Paul, left to sleep on the floor of the other bathroom. He decided he had better take a quick look to see if he was all right. His dick got even harder and slapped up against his belly, something it had not done since he was a teenager.
Naked, he padded down to the other bathroom and quietly opened the door. Paul was sound asleep on the floor. The sleep of the exhausted. He had been so horribly abused during the evening, that he had no strength left. He lay in a semi fetal position. His father looked down at his sleeping teenage son. He stared at his smooth pale boyish body, his soft skin, his toussled hair and long eyelashes. His innocent, babylike face, so cute, so sweet. Then his eyes drifed to the two large pins stuck through the boy's puffy nipples. The tits looked ragged and sore. How that must hurt Paul. His father's dick gave a lurch and a small spray of pre-fuck shot out of this big dick.
"Damn," he muttered, he should have jerked off before looking in on his abused son. His eyes wandered down to the brightly colored tooth brush protruding from the pisshole of his son's penis. How the inner pisser must be stretched and rubbed raw. How horrible! How many teen boys could stand such treatment? Then his eyes wandered to the toilet brush sticking out of the kid's asshole. How Paul's rectum had been ruptured and stretched in the last few days. All to save his family. How would he ever recover? How could he ever have a normal sex life after this?
Paul's father let out a moan as the urge to orgasm over took him. His dick actually throbbed with pain from the need to shoot a load. His balls hurt terribly. His hand went down to his huge hunk of fuckmeat and he began to pump. He felt embarrassed and guilt ridden, but he could not help himself. He had to cum and now!
He turned to the toilet and beat his meat, his eyes never leaving his naked son on the cold tiled floor. He started to remember the dirty, sexual things they had been forced to do to him. Then he began to wonder about what other kinds of sexual abuse Matt Henshaw had committed on his innocent teenage boy. Paul's father's nuts began to pound with pain. The big dick grew even thicker, the veins looking about to burst through the cockskin. His hand pounded the fuckmeat, and a ragged, animal like sound emerged from the middle aged man. His pecs rose and fell with the effort. His nipples grew hard as pebbles. His face twisted into a mask of ecstasy and agony. He held his dick over the toilet as he felt his balls tighten and raise up.
And then at the last possible second, for some inexplicable reason, just as he was about to shoot his fuckload, Paul's father turned and pointed his fucking big dick down at the face of his own son! He grunted as the first rope of cum shot from the pisshole and splattered young Paul's sleeping teenage face. Thick globs of fuck loped across the boy's eyes and nose and down onto his full young lips. Mr. Marshall's sperm was incredibly thick. He straddled the boy's face and bent his legs so his spurting dick was only inches from his son's face, as a second spray of fuck shot out of the cock and onto the kid's cheek and mouth. Like Elmer's glue the thick white cocksauce coated the boy's innocent sleeping face. Paul's father had never had such a powerful, tremendous orgasm. It was so strong, his balls felt as if they were pulling up into his body. A third rope of cum splattered the child's face, which now glistened in the darkness, coated fully with spooge. The middle aged man squatted further, so he could rub his dickhead into the cummy mess he had made on his son's face. He trailed his fat still running cockhead over the boy's cheek and nose. And then he put hid dickhead onto his son's lips. Tears filled his eyes and ran down his cheeks as he forced open the boy's lips and inserted his still leaking prickhead. Paul moaned in his sleep as his teeth and tongue became coated with prickslop from his own father.
Paul's dad stood up, shaking his head at his own unexplainable degeneracy. His face contorted in guilt and agony. He was about to leave the bathroom, when he quickly squatted down and once more ran his softening dick across his son's slop covered face. It felt so fucking good.
"God help me," he muttered, as he wiped his wet cock in his son's hair. Then he returned to his room, his bed, and his sleeping wife.
Matt arrived bright and early to pick up Paul for school. He was met by Paul's mother, a fierce look on her usually sensitive face.
"He's not coming with you this morning. He's too sick. After what you did to him yesterday, he needs some rest. You'll kill him if you keep this up!" She was adamant. Matt stood there with a little smile on his oh so handsome face. Paul's Father and brother had already left for work, and Marie had gone to visit her family. She needed to escape from the horror, and even from her own husband. But had fucked her roughly in the ass this morning, without any of the usual love words or foreplay. He knew she hated it in the ass, but said it was a wife's duty. How could sex so fuck up the lives of these fine people?
Matt seemed to consider for a few minutes. "All, right," he said nodding cheerfully, "Then we'll play here. I won't go to school either. Aren't you going to offer me some coffee?" He pushed his way into the kitchen. Paul's mother stared at him with a mix of loathing and horror on her face. Matt slouched in one of the kitchen chairs, his long legs spread, the dick lump at his groin clearly evident in his jeans. While Paul's mother poured him some coffee, he chatted.
"Fuck, I am feeling really horny this morning. This fourteen year old bitch I was supposed to fuck last night, got grounded by her fucking parents. I had a quick blow job from one of my buddy's girlfriends, but that didn't do the trick!" he rubbed his fucklump while he stared up at Paul's mother smiling. "You're a good looking woman, Mrs. Marshall. Oh you dress like shit and you don't take care of yourself, but you could still he hot. You have nice tits and everything. Let me see your tits, Mrs. Marshall."
"Please, I'm over twice your age. Don't do this."
"LET ME SEE YOUR TITS, MRS. M. WHO KNOWS, YOU MIGHT BE A COUGAR!"
"You've seen, them. You've seen me before. And on the videos, you've..."
"SHOW ME YOUR FUCKING UDDERS, BITCH!" Matt Henshaw was not the type of lad to be trifled with.
She slowly undid her robe. "You have destroyed my family. Aren't you proud, that you have destroyed my entire family? My husband is guilt ridden, my older son has turned into a monster, his new wife is abused, and my young son has been tortured, not only by you, but by his own brother. Are you happy?"
Matt smiled and sipped his coffee. "Do you remember the great Al Jolson? Well as he used to say, 'You ain't seen nothing yet!' "
Mrs. Marshall stood in front of the teenage boy and opened her robe. Under it she wore a bra and panties. She still had a fairly decent body. She was no prize winner, no model, but still looked attractive and had a good figure, if you didn't mind five pounds or so too much weight.
"Well, I can't see your udders in that tit-sling you're wearing. Lose the bra. And from now on, until I say different, you will never wear a bra! Ever, anywhere. Got it? Sluts like you should let your tits hang free.
She did have large tits. She needed a bra to give them support. She had large heavy tits with big brown sensitive nipples.
"Please Matt. Somewhere in there there must be a good boy. A good boy, crying for help or attention, or love. Stop now and we can all forgive you."
"Will you lose he fucking bra, or do I have to rip it off of you?"
She unclasped the bra and let it fall, revealing her big fat teats.
"Mrs. M. You have got some first rate cow udders there! Holy shit! Look at those nipples, bigger than silver dollars!"
"Please," the poor abused woman muttered now, her lower lip trembling.
Matt's smile broadened. "Reach up and play with your nips. Get them nice and hard for me. I want to see how far they stand out!" Mat reached down and gave his dick lump a squeeze. Paul's mother wondered briefly if perverted sex was the only thing this boy ever thought of. How can a person live thinking only of sex, day in and day out? Maybe the boy was oversexed and it wasn't his fault. Tears still streaming from her eyes, a sight that made Matt even harder in his pants, she reached up and started to pinch her own nipples. Her body gave little involuntary jerks as she tweaked her titties.
"There, doesn't that feel good, to pinch your nipples first thing in the morning. Gets them all perky and ready to face the day!" Matt laughed and sipped coffee, watching the middle aged woman abuse herself for him." Now they're standing up nice and stiff. They are some fucking prize winning nipples all right. Now be a good girl and lose the panties for me."
"Please, Matt, I am old enough to be your mother! This is sinful!"
"Look, Cocksucker, I still have that arrest warrant with me. Do you want me to make a phone call? Do you want to be responsible for your husband and son going to prison?"
She gulped back her pride and lowered her panties and stepped out of them. She had never felt so ashamed in her life.
"Oh wow! Look at that cunt! That is really a nice cunt, Mrs. Marshall. Your cunt is much prettier than my mom's was! My dad used to let me watch him fuck my mother, and I always liked the look of her cunt, especially when it was stuffed with dick, but your cunt is much prettier." So that was it. The boy came from a background of abuse.
"Spread your legs for me nice and wide, so I can get a really good look at your cunt." He leaned in smiling and sipping more coffee. His dick was now straining at the jeans, pushing itself down one leg. "You know, you have too much cunt hair Mrs Marshall. It's pretty and all, cut with all that cunt hair, I can't properly see your nice big puffy cunt lips! Tomorrow morning, I want you to have all that cunt hair shaved off. I want your cunt bald as a baby's. I want you to keep yourself that way from now on. Oh, I can't wait to show my buddies your fine cunt! Reach down and spread that hair so I can see those pink cuntlips. You look pretty tasty for an old bitch! Spread your cunt lips for me."
Paul's mother's body was wracked with sobs. She shook and her shoulders grew round and stooped. She prided at her pussy lips with shaking fingers. She was exposing her inner vagina to a high school boy.
"Oh, look at that clit. That is a biggy. That is almost like a small dick! Rub your clit for me,Mrs. M."
Her breathing growing ragged, Paul's mother rubbed her swollen clit for the sadistic teenage boy.
"Is your husband ignoring you, Mrs. Marshall? That happens so often in marriages. I can tell, just looking at you, that you don't get fucked nearly enough.
Keep playing with your cunt, but turn around and raise your robe and show me your ass!"
The poor woman had no fight left in her. People under sexual abuse cave much more easily than one might think. She shuffled around, raised her robe and presented her ass to the boy, her hand still digging in her own pussy.
"Oh you have a fine ass, Mrs. Marshall. So many older women have flabby asses, but yours is grade A. I'm going to have to ask you to stop frigging your clit for a minute. I want you to reach back with both hands and spread your ass cheeks for me. I need to see your asshole!"
"Oh God, no..." she wailed.
"Oh God, yes! Reach back and spread those melons and show me your little pink asshole! I love a good asshole. I love to fuck a good tight asshole. Does your husband fuck you in the ass, Mrs. Marshall?" With trembling fingers she spread her ass cheeks to reveal her pink/brown puckered hole.
"I asked you a question, you fucking slut. Does your husband fuck you in the ass?"
"No......" She answered quietly, so ashamed she could hardly breath.
"Have you ever been fucked in the ass?"
"No..." she muttered.
"Well, we'll have to fix that! Okay, Mom, time to go and fetch your sweet teenage son. He's had enough beauty sleep. Where is he?"
She turned, her eyes red with tears. "Please let him rest. I just put him into his bed. He slept on the bathroom floor last night. It was horrible."
"I'm going to have some more coffee and move to the living room, you go and get your pretty little boy! Do it now, you fucking dirtbag!" She began to wrap her robe around herself.
"Leave your robe here. Get him naked. He might enjoy seeing Mommy's tits and cunt first thing in the morning."
With is swollen fuckmeat straining in his pants, Matt helped himself to more coffee, while Mrs. Marshall went to get her abused son.
Matt had to laugh out loud when he saw Paul. He was a fucking mess. His mother had helped him shower and had put salve on his bruises, but his nipples were still red and raw from the pins and the pisshole of his cock looked terribly irritated. He stood there, head hanging, like some kind of white plantation slave. He shuffled his large naked feet and twisted his body like a teenage girl at her first school dance. His heavy flaccid dick swung over abused balls. He was too ashamed to look at his naked mother, and too frightened to look at Matt. Just being in the older boy's presence caused him to tremble uncontrollably. Even his teeth chattered.
"Good morning Paul. How are you this fine morning?" Paul just stood, looking at the floor. "I asked you a fucking question!" Matt spat.
"I'm...I'm sick. I hurt." the boy mumbled.
"I know just the thing to help you. Here sit on the couch. Make yourself comfortable." Like a zombie, Paul moved to the couch and plopped down.
"Lean, back, spread your legs, relax. If you are sick today, then we won't hurt you at all. I promise you. I do care about you, my friend, you know that. So does your mother. Don't you Mommy? In fact, why not show your son how much you care. Why not get on down there and lick his balls for him!"
Paul's mother stood there, naked and pale, the nipples of her heaving breasts thrust out. "You can't. You can't make me do that. Not even the worst monster would ask a mother to do that to her own son! You can't! Rape me. Use me if you will, but for the love of God, don't ask me to do that."
Matt cocked his cute teenage boy head. "I'm not asking you, I'm telling you. Get down, crawl over to your son, and start licking his balls! This is make Paul feel good day."
Paul lifted his head. His eyes were blurry. "It's no use, Mother. We can't fight him!"
"See, Paul's got the right idea. He's got the right spirit! Just do what I tell you, and it's easy! Now get your fucking slag body down on the carpet and with your fucking tits swinging crawl over to your son, stick out your whore tongue and start to lap at his big hanging teenage nuts!"
The sob that shook her body, drove the poor woman to her knees. As if in slow motion she crawled toward her son. Matt didn't mind, he was in no hurry. He perched on the arm of the sofa to watch. Paul spread his lanky legs as his mom approached him. His dick and balls hung over the edge of the couch, swollen, not from sexual need, but from almost constant abuse.
"Look what nice big balls your son has. I'll bet that makes that hairy cunt of yours nice and wet. We were just saying Paul, that your mom would look so much better if she shaved her cunt. Don't you think so?"
"Whatever you say..." the boy replied despondently, spreading his legs even wider to allow his mother access to his scrotum.
"Stick out that pretty tongue, whore and wiggle it for us. That a girl Now place it under your son's swollen nutsack and start lapping! You know how much guys love to have their nuts licked. Especially young guys. It's what teenage boys dream of. Paul, did you know that your mom's never been fucked up the asshole. Isn't that a shame? Well, never fear, we have an entire day to play!"
With a shudder, Paul's mother felt her tongue touch her son's soft wrinkled boyish scrotum. He did have very large balls. She had noticed that the first time she had been forced to look at him naked. She licked at his fuckbag, trying now to bring her son some comfort.
"That's right, lift those nuts with your tongue. Cover that fucksack with spit. Doesn't your son have a nice prick, Mrs. Marshall? Doesn't he have a beautiful teenage boy dick? Why not just give that big fat dick a few licks too while you are at it. That would make him feel so good. Go on, lick your son's cock!"
And that was how on a bright morning, Mrs. Marshall, found herself naked on her hands and knees, tits swinging, licking the fat meaty dick of her own dear teenage son!
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