S.M.O.M.S: Ingrid, Ch 7. [Fm, reluctant, oral, anal, slow, mast, mdom]

S.M.O.M. (Ingrid) by DiscipleN

 

 

Chapter 7

 

That was my low point. My spirit was crushed. I would have fucked dogs and homeless people if my son had told me to. That night, I woke up Garrick and cried in his arms until sunrise. He took the day off. I didn’t answer his questions until mid-day.

“I’m not going to tell you what happened, Garrick.” That was my answer. “It happened. It was my fault and only my fault. I can’t make up for it. All I can hope is that time will help my mother to forgive me.”

“Where did it happen?”

“In the house, somewhere.” I told my husband.

“Where was Andrew?”

“In the hall bathroom.”

“Did anything get broken?”

I glared at him.

“Yes. Okay.” He backed away, releasing me. “You and your mother are unlike any other family I’ve met. I won’t ask again. You know I will do anything to help.”

“I know. You’re already helping.” I sighed, already missing his arms around me. “I’m afraid helping me will only hurt you, at least for a while.”

“How do you mean?”

“I doubt I’ll feel like sex.”

“Oh. That sucks.”

“I’m sorry. If you hire a hooker, or I discover you in bed with a sex doll, I’ll lend you my credit card or change her batteries.”

“You’re not funny.”

“No.” I was miserable, sitting on my bed, beside my loving, wonderful husband, unable to touch him, unable to tell him, unable to shit. Andrew had reinserted the damn plug into my ass, after I’d crapped hours earlier.

I wanted to die.

Days passed slowly. Weeks passed. I worked. I sat in front of the TV. Andrew and his father took turns cooking. I ate. I obeyed my son. He didn’t want sex. He must have known, he wouldn’t get it, but he made sure I wouldn’t forget he was in charge of that part of my life. I got use to the mass of silicone clogging my bung. He switched it out for one twice its size.

Claire knew me well enough to talk about anything except my life. She took to telling me about the weird patrons she’d helped at the library.

“I told him he had to wear shoes in the library, and he put them on his hands!” She tried.

I laughed politely. It sounded more believable each day, my laugh, not that she believed my laugh. She complained I worked myself too hard.

“That’s not possible, since I’m running home at odd hours during the day.”

“But when you’re here, I have nothing to do!”

“Maybe I should dock your pay.”

Her eyes expanded from shock. “You made a joke.”

“No. I’m thinking I should dock your pay.”

She spit into a planter. “I’ll find something.” She left.

The next day she tried again. “He couldn’t have been older than fifteen, but he led his mother around the science fiction section as if an invisible leash tethered her to him.”

I set down the books I was carrying, to prevent dropping them.

“Did he check out anything?”

“It wasn’t science fiction.”

“Claire.” I used my mother’s disapproving tone.

“Let me check. She went to a computer.”

“Inter-library loan for “The Ape Way – a guide for professionals husbanding greater primates in the workplace.”

“Claire, when you email him to pick it up, send a private cc to me.” I could have looked up their library cards and even found their address, but a good public servant never abuses their privileges.

“Apparently, he used his mother’s email.”

“Whatever.” It was fate, I told myself.

Fate was in no hurry. The book didn’t arrive for another two weeks. I got the email and told Claire to haul our outgoing books to a charity thrift store. Tasking her left me alone in the library.

A nervous woman, Mrs. Ustice Elgin, appeared around noon. Her white skin had a clammy sheen. She stood with a hunch, and walked with a wobble. She wore a simple, house dress, and strangely a sun bonnet. She showed me a copy of the email.

“I’m sorry, Ma-am, but this book requires a special sign out. Do please come into my office. The paperwork isn’t difficult. We just don’t keep it at the front desk.

She didn’t ask why I hadn’t grabbed a copy earlier, since I was obviously expecting her. She simply nodded and shuffled into my office. I offered my couch. She sat without question.

I shut my office door. The sound startled her, even though she watched me do it. “Mrs. Elgin, I have to apologize. I didn’t invite you here about paperwork.”

“Did Henry h-hurt a book?” She spoke the word ‘hurt’ as if it pained her to hear it.

“No, Ma-am.” I tangled my fingers together behind my back to hide their trembling. “I-I think you and I have a particular problem that we dare not reveal. There’s something about your son, that you don’t want anyone to know. Please, there’s no cause for panic.” I reassured with a trembling voice. M-my son, he has a power over me.

“Are you with the police, undercover?” Her body vibrated at a higher frequency. “Is there a camera, a microphone?” Her head swiveled like mad.

“No. No. Nothing like that. I’m trying to tell you. You’re not alone.”

“You’re lying. You must be.” Her face somehow expressed a whiter shade. I feared she would faint.

Mrs. Elgin fainted.

The library’s ancient first-aid kit had smelling salts. “Ustice? Ustice!” I waved a broken ampule under her nose. “It’s going to be okay.”

Her eyes flickered. “How long was I out?” Some color returned to her cheeks. It fled as her wits returned.

“That’s not impor-”

“It is!” She jumped up, dizzily. “If I’m late with the book-” She interrupted herself but grabbed me for support. “Please give me the book and let me out of here! I’ll pay whatever you ask.”

“Two minutes.” I told her. “You weren’t out two minutes, but give me another two to explain, and I’ll carry the book to your car, Ustice.”

That calmed her somewhat, enough to confide. “Tess.” She wobbled down, into her chair. “I don’t like, Ustice.”

“Ok, Tess.” I sat on the edge of my desk, two feet from her crossed legs. “I want to tell you my situation, regarding my son, but I only have two minutes.” I took a deep breath. “You haven’t told anyone about what your son does to you?” I asked.

“How do you know-”

“I don’t.” I said curtly. “I wasn’t sure, until you followed me into my office.” I exhaled and inhaled slowly. “Submissive personalities are not rare, Mrs. Elgin, but the confluence of submissiveness and motherhood and a dominating child is just shy of improbable. It does happen. In a city like ours, there are probably less than a few hundred, maybe half that. The odds of meeting and recognizing each other is even closer to improbable. But it happened, today, to us.”

Mrs. Elgin continued to lose blood from her face. “Oh my stars.”

“We can’t waste this incredible chance. I ask you to trust me, just enough to listen. There is a group, upstate, eight women from that larger municipality meet. They talk. It helps.”

“I-I can’t go anywhere, Henry drives…” Her voice petered off.

I worried. “Did he drive you here? Is he outside?”

“No. But I have to be back right away.”

“Go then. I won’t risk what he might do.” I stood and opened the door. “But please, come back if you can. I-I need to talk.” My voice groveled. “We don’t have to go anywhere. We can do what they do, right here.”

“Maybe.” She got up avoiding my desperate gaze.

We went to the counter, and I handed the book to her. “Come back when it’s due, in two weeks.”

“This group. What they do helps?”

“It can. I-I don’t know enough to be sure, but my soul is screaming for understanding. At the very least, we can understand each other.”

Her phone buzzed. The woman’s eyes exploded! She grabbed the book from my hand and ran out of the library.

It was the longest two weeks of my life. Three days before I expected the return of Mrs. Elgin, Andrew summoned me to his room, mid-afternoon. I had come home an hour earlier. So my son would let me take a shit.

“I’m going to take out your plug, Mother.”

“Andrew? Don’t be cruel.” There was no way in hell my son would, out of the blue, release me from my anal bondage.

“Temporarily.” He said evenly.

He had me turn away from him and hike up my skirt. He enjoyed pulling my panties down my thighs. I felt him grip the silicone flange, and I timed my breath to when he told me to strain. He pulled. This new one was a foot long and as thick as my wrist. It took several breaths before it cleared my bung. I sighed.

“Stay bent, Mom.”

He wasn’t doing this for my sake. Collared, I could not disobey.

The sound of a jar unscrewing alerted me. “No, Andy. I can’t take anything bigger!”

“It’s okay, Mom. I’m going easy on you. I screwed up last time. I promise, this will feel good.”

A greased finger gently probed my anus. He pressed firmly, increasing pressure slowly. My body reacted against it, shutting that orifice tight. It had been sorely abused over the last few weeks.

“Don’t fight it, Mom.” He laughed, and his other hand solidly struck my butt! The swat startled me. My ass unclenched for a second, allowing my son’s finger to dive up my dirt chute.

“Ehhh!!” I yelped.

“Don’t even start.” He mocked. “I’m just checking it out.”

“You shouldn’t be fingering my behind!” The digit twisted and bent inside of me. It felt weird, like a doctor’s finger. What was he trying?

It withdrew. “Good.” He claimed. Immediately an object bigger than his finger presented itself. It had even more grease on it. It was his cock. The soft, large head couldn’t be mistaken for a swollen thumb or fat silicone.

“Andy! Think about this. Anal sex with your mother is worse than raping my mouth. I shouldn’t have to stand for it.”

“You’re leaning over, and every time you complain my dick gets harder.” He grunted, amused.

My son’s cock pressed, and I knew I didn’t have a choice. Still, I sought to refuse him as best I could. My body betrayed me.

“Relax it, Mom.” He said sternly.

Shame burned across my face, when my bung accepted Andrew’s healthy prick. It slid in, up my rear and he groaned with pleasure. His ball pubes tickled the backs of my thighs. I flinched, not from the invading presence – it was a minor disturbance compared to the monster that had filled me for weeks. Knowing that my son was taking my ass for a fuck before taking my pussy, made me want to crawl out of the room. My dark thoughts filled the void, “You would enjoy cunt fucking too much! Andrew’s pleasure is more important, Bitch.”

I couldn’t believe myself. Did I want him to take cunt before butt? “Nooo.” I wailed useless.

He fucked his prick just a little bit, testing the dark waters. “It’s not as tight as I imagined.” He commented.

“Andrew, you’ve kept a giant black dildoe in your mother’s ass for so long, what did you expect?”

“Heh, I expected you to obey.” Then he fucked as if he was desperate to. His cock slipped in and out, easily due to the enormous amount of coconut oil he’d spread on it and up my ass.

I couldn’t speak to that. I shut my eyes and tried to think of Garrick. The poor man had been living on handjobs, until I finally could bring myself to suck him again. That had been hard to do, but it was so rewarding when I teased his good cum into my mouth. After the first time, I wanted to suck him every night. He enjoyed it as much as I did, but the first time was only four days ago.

I worried my husband would eventually miss real sex. What was I to do then? The only answer that presented itself was to pay more attention to my son’s prick picking up speed in my asshole. He was right. It did feel good. This rape was as good as it got, when a son loves his mother. I shook my head. NO! I told myself. I may have to obey Andrew, but I didn’t have to like it or him. But there’s nothing better to stir up regrets than a hearty ass fucking.

My son uttered sounds of delight. This is why mother hadn’t contacted our family since she left. She must have guessed the story. Her daughter had fallen under her son’s control. I got an email from Lila. Mom was doing okay, but she wasn’t able to help her much. That was all it said. I surmised that Lila wanted to do more for Mom, but her son had her on a short leash.

Andrew had never leashed my collar. His words sufficed to restrain me. I wondered about this as he drove fuckmeat into my ass. I winced when he punched himself in really hard. “Andy!” I exclaimed.

“Ohhhhhh, can’t hold out!” My son pulled back and slammed into me again. Hot cum erupted up my colon. It was the shortest fuck, I’d ever had. He cried, “Gods, that’s so much better!”

Six squirts of semen soaked my innards before he pulled out, dripping cum, coconut oil, and dark flecks. He grabbed a towel. “I think you liked it too.”

“Think again.” I growled and stood up. My hands reached to my collar, unable to free it. I tried to walk away, but my legs held firm.

“You’re not finished, yet.” Andrew panted. “Wash this and bring it back to me.” He picked up the immense butt plug and tapped the back of my hand with it.”

I huffed and walked across the hall to the common bath. There, I rinsed his cum out of my ass and washed the fake dong. When I returned, Andrew had dressed. “Here.” I held out the mighty hunk of plastic.

“You’re getting too used to this one.” He smirked. “I can tell by how easily you obey.”

“Please, Andrew. Let this go. I’ll take your dick in my ass, from now on. You don’t need to make me suffer, and this is going to eventually impact your father.”

“What?” He faked innocence. “You’re not having marital relations with Dad?”

I slapped his cheek! “Wake up, Idiot!” I raised my hand to strike him again. “There are limits to this game you’re playing. Don’t you understand?”

He stood his ground, ignoring the handprint burning his cheek. “Yes, but today you’re going to stuff this plastic bastard up your shitter by yourself.” Instead of taking the plug, he picked up the open jar of coconut oil and handed it to me. “Then I’m going to punish you for striking me!”

Crying, I accepted the jar. I dipped the first couple inches of silicone into it. No more would fit. Twisting out a gob of solidified oil, I grabbed the greased end with my other hand. I sniffed and stroked melting oil across the fat foot of imitation cock.

“That’s right. Use more than you think you need, Mom.”

“I know how much lube an ass needs, Andrew!” I spat. My hand jacked the inert prick more than required. I would never have a real lover this big, I told myself. It would be my lover until I next asked my son to let me poop.

“Mom, you’re making me jealous.” Andrew grinned.

“You’d do the same if this was going up your butt.”

“I tried the first one, but chickened out halfway on the second.” He chuckled.

“I’ll go easy on you.” I aimed the glistening weapon at him. “Just bend over and take down your pants.”

“You’re stalling, Mom.” He sobered.

Looking away, turning, my free hand dug into the jar for the last clods of oil. My hand reached behind me and placed the slippery lump against my bung. Before it melted, I pressed as much inside as possible.

“Now I want to fuck your ass, again!” Andrew breathed harder. His prick half tented his pants.

“Sorry, Andrew. You lost your chance when you told me to put this back inside.” I rested the dry flange against my son’s bedroom wall. It took both hands to steady it and find the right angle for penetration. Once the broad tip was lodged against my hind entrance, I relaxed my sphincter and tilted backwards. Slowly, my bung expanded around the massive, rubbery end. “How do you feel about being cuckolded by a hunk of plastic?”

“Pretty great, Mom!” His eyes brightened. “That’s seriously hot!” He unzipped his pants and fished out a growing prick. “Dang! If only I’d known!” His hand flashed up and down it’s refreshed length, while he watched me seat my ass closer and closer to the wall. Its familiar bulk filled my back passage, as inch after inch of wrist thick firmness crept up my ass. A different lube presented itself inside my pussy. This was turning me on, and I couldn’t fight it. I only fought making a sound, but little grunts and moans escaped.

“You’re doing that on purpose, Mom.” Andrew accused. His hand jerked his fully stiff boner as fast as it could. “Oooohhhhhh!!!”

“Momma’s going to get off on a fake cock instead of yours.” I teased. I decided to go for it, but I acted as if I were acting. I risked misguiding the missile to use one hand to frig my pussy.

“Fuuuck!!” He slavered when over half of the black invader was stuffed up his mother’s ass, who was now fingerfucking her cunt, openly flaunting my disdain for his authority.

“Ohhhhh!” I masked a real moan with a false one. I heaved my naked tits, jostling them. “It feels so incredible! You’ll never fill your mom like this!” Natural convulsions overtook my acting. My body wrenched two inches of dong up my butt, suddenly. “AAAHHHHH!” I cried out in discomfort and some pleasure.

“Oh, fuck, Mom! Sink that black fucker into your ass!” My son whacked his meat like a crazy old man.

Goaded by my son’s excitement, my clit and pussy throbbed with need. I think I used the hand that hadn’t stuffed grease up my shitter. I didn’t care. I’d never had such a powerful, erotic experience. Here I was, bound to obey my son but pretending to cuckold him with the ass fucker he used to train my obedience. I groaned openly, “Ohhhhh, you’ll never fuck me like this, Son.”

The building excitement in my loins heaved and leapt up my body, obliterating my thoughts. I cried out, humped my ass backwards as hard as I could and screamed!

The last four inches of dong jammed up my ass, displacing over a foot of my colon. The pain and fullness broke my orgasm across the universe and multiple dimensions. My body tried to leap from joy, but the sheer weight and sturdiness of the great mass filling my ass kept me earthbound. My pleasure soared. “AAAAAAHHHHHHH, I’M CUMMMINGGG!”

Andrew’s seed blasted from his jerking prick, dousing the wall to wall carpeting in his room.

“I am not cleaning that up!” I cried, eyes closed, fingers driving me to another orgasm.

Two days later, I crabbed side to side behind the library counter. Andrew had let me shit just before I left for work. I was good for a few hours. I had taken to eating lightly. Andrew had complained that my tits were shrinking. I told him my engorged ass made up the difference.

I was nervous because The Ape Way had yet to be returned. Today was the last day. Would I finally have someone to share my horror with?

You might be asking, if after experiencing such an incredible orgasm, how horrible could it be? Well, last night, Garrick told me he was tired of handjobs and blowjobs. He’d rather not have sex. We didn’t. I cried myself to sleep. You have to understand, I love Garrick, deeply. How Andrew can force me to his will so easily, against great love, confounds me to this day. Life is what you experience. This is mine.

I saw her turn from the sidewalk and climb up the entrance stairs. She opened the door, holding the book in her hands. It shook like a leaf in autumn. Mrs. Elgin, wide eyed, stopped in front of the counter but couldn’t muster whatever she needed to look in my eyes.

“You’ll never understand me.” She whispered fiercely. Dropping the book, she hurried out.

She was my last chance, I felt. I ran after her. “Mrs. Elgin!” Fortunately her son had not driven her to the library. She stopped to fumble for keys in her purse.

“I have a butt plug the size of New Jersey filling me, Mrs. Elgin! You understand that, don’t you!” I pleaded.

She spun on her heels. Her face exploded into rage. “I been wearing nipple stretchers so long, my tits have have cocks, Ms. Muldurhoek!”

I thought, fuck this whiny bitch! “My son nearly jammed his prick down my wind pipe and filled my lungs with cum!”

“My son locks me in a dog cage and fucks me with chew bones!”

“My son drove my mother-” I started. I burst into tears. “No. I drove my mother away forever, when she found out.” My upper spine folded down to hide my dripping face. I reached out to steady my balance. My hand struck a solid shoulder and clenched it. “She’ll never understand.”

“I lost my husband, and a baby.” Mrs. Elgin stopped trembling. Color found her flesh. “The only reason I’m not in jail is, the baby wasn’t his.”

“It was your son’s.” I filled in the story. “But your husband bonded with it before he found out.”

“He said he’d turn me into the police if I didn’t sign over my baby to him.”

“And your son didn’t give a shit.”

“He has another on the way.”

“Oh, Mrs. Elgin. What horrible fools are we?” I hugged her fully, like a lost person clinging to her rescuer.

“Damned fools.” She spat. “Our sons are the horror.” She hugged me back.

Our outcries faded, having echoed against the library’s back wall. I looked up and twisted my neck left and right. The small, back parking lot was empty except for a homeless woman asleep against her shopping cart. Our shouts hadn’t phased her.

My compatriot’s trembles renewed. She shook in my arms as she gripped me tighter. “I-is this how it works, this understanding?”

“It only scratched the surface.” I sobered. “Will you meet with me again, Tess, to talk proper?”

“I will.” She shook her head. “I don’t know how I’ll find time, but I’ll find it. Henry locks me up, in that cold cage, when he wants do something by himself.”

The little she’d said of her story, reminded me of some of the women I met in my mother’s town. My situation with Andrew was a pleasure cruise compared to their lives. The weight in my ass would have lightened by an ounce, except, having run full tilt against its presence, my guts felt like they were filled with lead.

Mrs. Elgin drove away. I wiped my eyes and re-entered my second home. Claire was putting away The Ape Way. “I didn’t know you returned.” I greeted.

“Yeah, the bookmobile dropped me off.”

“Did you just hear shouting, outside?” I swallowed a glob of fear induced saliva. “I thought I heard shouting. I went to investigate.”

“I did.” She nodded. “What was it?”

“Homeless woman was having a nightmare.”

“That’s strange.” Claire looked suspicious. “Gladys doesn’t show up until after hours, normally.”

“Why don’t I know that about my library?” I gasped, relieved.

She thought exasperation. “Maybe I earn my full wages after all.” She grinned.

I put on a smile and nodded.

An hour later ended the first day, of the first meeting, of S.M.O.M.S. in my town. I mean, ended my work day. I shuffled to the bus stop and later, home, uncomfortably. Never run when your ass is stuffed with three pounds of silicone.

Andrew fucked my ass twice before his father arrived. After soaking my colon with his second orgasm, my son complemented. “You’ve never been so compliant, Mom. Hell, I know you won’t say it, but I think you came both times. You deserve a reward.”

I hadn’t cum from either of my son’s ass fucks, but I had learned to look like I was hiding my orgasms from him. My reward was a night without my black lover.

Garrick trudged in, showered, dressed, and finally ambled over to the supper table. He sat there, looking low, until food was served.

I’d made his favorite, roasted Duck L’Orange and french fries. That joke was so old, we didn’t get it anymore.

Andrew talked up how his sideline of fixing cars was keeping his own car fit and fancy on the street.

Garrick told him. “That’s nice, Son.”

I hugged my husband from behind. “Go to bed early, Honey. You look like you could use it.”

“Sure. Might as well.” He trudged off. I cleared the table and loaded the washer.

“What’s up with Dad.”

“You’ve seen him after a bad day before.”

“I dunno. It felt different.”

“Maybe if you thought about your father more often than me, I could give him more to be happy about.” I was not mixing air with hot breath. I meant it.

He slapped my butt. “Hell, if I knew you liked ass fucking so much, I wouldn’t have taken so long to train you.”

“Either put the collar on me when you touch me like that, or I’ll drive your car to the shit side of town and leave it.”

“Gee, one small reward really goes to your head. I’ll remember this tomorrow.”

“Then let’s make it really stick to your slimy brain. You wash the dishes, BY HAND.” I handed him a towel and strolled out of the kitchen like I was walking on air.

In our bed, I told Garrick I would fuck him at least three times. I managed four. I came hard, each time. Love can do that.

“Got that out of your system, huh?” My husband could hardly talk after his forth, but dry ejaculation.

“Tonight.” I managed to keep from crying. “Tomorrow and beyond my be more hand and blow jobs.”

“Honey, why can’t you talk about it?” He asked stupidly.

“I have, just not to you.”

My husband’s face darkened.

“If I did tell you, you wouldn’t hate me. I know that, but I would hate what you’d turn into.”

“Maybe you should embrace change.”

“Maybe I should embrace your cock again, while I’m still in the mood.”

“You are?” He looked like he’d created a monster. His cock looked like an overcooked prawn.

“Hell no! I’m fucking sore, but happy.” I snuggled up to my true love. “I don’t care if you change, Garrick. I don’t want to change you.”

“We’re both changing, Ingrid.” He sighed. “Remember to love yourself too.” He spooned me and drifted off to sleep.

The next day I drove to the shit side of town, wearing sunglasses and a wrap over my hair. I entered a store that stank of horrid fresheners and stale cum. I made my purchase and drove home in a zig zag, to make sure no one followed me.

Andrew met me at the door. I expected him and had left my purchase in the trunk. He held up the collar.

“If you let me have another night with Garrick, I’ll let you throat fuck me again.” I told him.

“That never should have happened. I’m sorry, Mom.” He buckled the collar around my neck.

“I’ll do it again, if you promise.”

“I don’t want to do that ever again.” He took a rapid, deep breath. “Mom, you’re going to make me cry. I know how much you love Dad.”

“Then why are you doing this?” I tugged at my collar.

“Because it’s what, I, want.” He emphasized. “It’s like I have a superpower that only works against you. Using it is better than drugs!”

“What do you want, before your father comes home from work?”

“I hadn’t decided, but what are you offering?”

“Meet me half way. I’ll give you a regular blow job, if you keep that plug away from my ass tonight.”

Andrew didn’t want me to decide things like this. It went against training.

“I promise, before morning, I’ll come to your room and put it in myself, like that other time.”

He remembered that moment with a twitch behind his pants. “But this is the last time I do you a favor, when you’re collared. Pets have to earn their rewards.”

“Yes, Sweetheart. Thank you.”

Before I went to bed with my husband that night, I brushed the smell of his son’s cum from my teeth. We fucked once, before I told Garrick I had a surprise. I took the paper bag out from under our bed and handed it to him. “Don’t open it until I explain, My Love.”

He waited. I continued. “You might not like what’s in there. I’m taking a risk, but I believe what you told me about embracing change. I need you to accept this change. It’s going to be a part of our lives from now on.”

“Okay, Ingrid.” He nodded. “Maybe I won’t like it. It’s okay. Nothing will make me love you less.”

I did disbelieve that. I gestured for him to open the surprise.

Inside the bag was a box. Through the cellophane window, he could see the shape and size. His face blanked. He looked at me,… horrified? No. Astonished. Uncomprehending.

“It’s a butt plug.” I told him. The box said so, in a rainbow colored font.

His nose twitched. “I-Is this for me?”

“Huh? NO!”I shouted, His features returned half normal. “Oh, HONEY, it’s for me.”

My husband started breathing again. “How in hell…” His blank gaze returned to the object. “And why is it black?” He looked up. “Should I be renting different porn for us?”

“It only comes in black.” I lied. The truth was, that store could only afford one on its shelves at a time.

His face swiveled between examining the ‘gift’ and examining my motive, back and forth until confusion waylaid him.

I let him stew incredulous until his boredom, brain chemistry, kicked in.

“I never told you, Honey. I got used to something like this, um, a while ago. It won’t be a problem. Whenever you want me that way, I’ll just take it out.”

“Y-you mean, twenty four – seven.”

“Minus bathroom breaks.”

“Uh, I’m not, hrrrnnnn, against the idea. I just never suspected…” I’m thankful, my husband didn’t suspect further about it. He accepted it. He had never been a fan of the dirt road, but you know, occasional variety. He even helped me install it, the first time, that night, as I had planned. From then on, there would be at least two jars of coconut oil in the house.

I didn’t sleep. Sometime after midnight, I crept from my bed. The familiar fullness hugged my bottom insides. I went first to the hall bathroom and pulled the massive black dong out of my ass. I wrapped it up in an old flannel shirt and hid it under the garbage in the landfill bin. It had served its purpose. I crept back, through the kitchen, to Andrew’s room. I didn’t knock but slipped inside as quietly as possible. My son was sleeping naked.

I swallowed at the sight of him. This man child had done nearly everything to me, against my will, except fuck my cunt. I fought the urge to throw punches at him before he placed the collar around my neck. “Andrew, wake up.” My words roused him.

“Hnn?” He blinked but didn’t rise. “Ah, Mom. It’s you.”

“Where you expecting Mary Poppins?”

“Don’t be gross, Mom. I’m tired.”

“I can leave. It’s not like I want that thing inside of me.” He hid it in his knee pillow, wrapped in clean saran.

“No. You have to put it in. Just don’t bother me.” He turned sideways and kicked the knee pillow to the floor.

So much for putting on a show. I felt sorta let down. To console myself, I picked up the pillow, extracted the three pound, ass weight, and unwrapped it. I had to hunt for his jar of oil, though. It was in his tool box. I also found the old butt plug. I took it too.

After that, it was just me and my black, backdoor lovers. I won’t disclose the details, except I treated myself to both of them at the same time. I wouldn’t want to kiss and tell without their permission.

The next day, when I went to Andrew for permission to poop, I showed him the old plug. “I found this next to your jar of coconut oil. You shouldn’t leave this in a tool box. Your father might find it. He fancies himself a mechanic, every few years.”

“I dunno. I guess you can toss it. I’m thinking of getting you a bigger one.”

“Andrew! The next size up is taller than my leg and thicker than my calf!”

“And yet you claimed the internet isn’t educational.” He snarked.

I watched the landfill bin like a hawk until the garbage service took two of my anal troubles away forever. I finger fucked myself when the truck trundled off to clear more clutter from people’s lives. I’d gotten more than used to the fat plug in my ass. It had become part of my self love-making. I could turn to it, when I wanted to be in charge of my orgasms.

That was the first day I realized how much control I had subordinated to my husband. I’d always prioritized his orgasms over mine, and more often than not, did what he wanted to do in bed. Our years together had plenty of exceptions, enough to satisfy most feminists, but once I got to thinking about it, I decided my husband would have to embrace another change in our sex lives.

I gave myself an orgasm before the truck had emptied three bins down the street. The phone rang.

“Hello?”

“My therapist told me I absolutely had to call you.” It was Mother.

 

to be continued…

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