S.M.O.M.S. (Ingrid) by DiscipleN
Chapter 9, part 2
Several days remained until Thursday morning. I waded through them with renewed spirit. Claire and I were as conversational as we had been before I hated her. Garrick and I had irregular but fair sex. Some nights were better than others, but none were bad. Garrick confessed, he wasn’t particularly interested in my fetish. He found it a bit intimidating. I reiterated, I’d gladly take it out, for anal sex or any kind of sex with him. He encouraged me to enjoy it. I worried I was enjoying it too much. It had become my primary focus when masturbating during the day.
No major fires flared, leading up to Thursday morning. I arrived early to help flag down Janice, if she had trouble finding the right tree. She did, but not because she was intellectually challenged. The map I drew was utter shit. I was lucky to spot her car three blocks away. If she hadn’t been driving slower than a golf cart, I wouldn’t have rescued her from my bad diagram.
“Oh. I see. It kinda makes sense.” She held the map at all angles until one fit her model of the local universe.
Not long after, I spied Tess walking towards us. When she spotted Janice, she stopped short. I asked Janice to wait a moment and ran to Tess.
“Who is she?”
“She has her own story to tell. You didn’t want me, but you can tell her. She’s new at this and maybe not as resilient to her trauma as you and I. I urge you to be kind, even if her ‘style’ of presentation is somewhat thin.”
“I know you did this for me, Ingrid. I am grateful, but I don’t know her.”
“We didn’t know each other.”
“That was an exception.”
“We are all an exception. Give her a chance, please.”
“If you trust her.”
“I worry that we might not be worthy of her trust. She’s rather agreeable.”
Tess walked with me back to her tree and Janice.
“Instead of introducing ourselves, straight away, I want to try something I saw at that other meeting. It was in a dark room, and they used one candle to keep track of their time. I brought a 1 hour candle. I want to see if ceremony helps us speak more freely.” I lit the candle and set it on the sidewalk under the tree. Thankfully the morning’s air was calm. The flame swayed slow. I began.
“My name is Ingrid Mulderhoek. I was under my son’s control for two years, until recently. I don’t have much to say because of that, but I want to support both of you, by hearing your stories and giving my understanding. Thank you.” I urged Tess to go next.
“My name is Tess Elgin. I have been under my son’s control for three years.” She proceeded to retell much of how she fell under Henry’s control and lost her husband and first child. “That’s a lot at once. So I’ll wait my turn to speak again. Thank you.”
Janice blinked, but didn’t say anything. I told her. “It’s your turn.”
She frowned. I expected her to launch into a longwinded, unabashed frenzy of mother fucking tales. Janice stood silent. Tess waited patiently, no doubt curious. I didn’t know what to do. I asked Janice, “Are you okay? Is this too much?”
“Uh, I-I didn’t expect this.” She scratched her head.
“Do you want to pass your turn, until you’re more comfortable?”
“Maybe, but I’m okay. I just never heard anything so sad.” She said plain-faced.
Tess twitched. I sensed some anger. If she exploded, we might lose what little we had.
“I-I have trouble-” I began hesitantly, “…in the aftermath. My ordeal may be over, but effects linger. I’m having trouble-” I repeated. “…my co-worker was dating my son. She’s twelve years older than him. My son is a minor.” I was having trouble expressing my real trouble. “My husband and I can’t get it together, like we did. I’m having trouble… Tess, do you want to say something again?”
She looked at me as if I were foreign object. None of my circumstances measured up to her agonies. Janice swung her gaze between us.
“You don’t belong-” She began at me.
“Don’t judge me, Tess. If you don’t want me here, I won’t come back!” I outshouted her.
“Tess, you’re not suppose to judge.” Janice whispered meekly. “She said we weren’t suppose to.”
Janice’s whisper cut down redwoods. But falling, Tess attempted to make the loudest crash. “Why are you here?”
Janice continued to surprise me. I thought she was meek and annoyingly vapid, but she stood her ground. “I can’t talk about my sons fucking me to anyone else.” She pulled out the card I had invited her with and aimed it like a weapon.
“Is this a joke?” Tess wouldn’t go down easy.
“Tess.” This is new to all of us. If you don’t feel any benefit, don’t participate. But give it a chance.
“It’s not anything to laugh about.” Janice pouted.
“No thank you.” Tess Elgin turned on her heels and strode away in the direction from which she arrived.
“I’m sorry.” Janice said earnestly.
“It’s not your fault. Her situation is the roughest I’ve heard.”
“It was hard to listen. I feel bad.” Janice confessed. “I’m not very smart.”
“You have a good heart, Janice. I can feel it.” I opened my arms to her, but she shied away.
“Thanks. You’re nice too.”
“I’m the stupid one.” Tess announced so closely Janice and I jumped at the sound of her voice. We were so caught up in our failures, we didn’t notice Tess return. “I did judge you, Ingrid. I’m sorry. Janice, you’re not dumb. You said it like it is.”
“Will somebody just hug me?” I started bawling. I’m such a fucking crybaby!
Both women embraced me. We parted.
“Can I talk now?” Janice asked. Tess and I nodded.
“My name is Janice Wallace. I’m not a smart person, but I am a good person.” She smiled at me. “I married a man who isn’t smart, but our parents give us enough money to live good. They didn’t want us to have babies, and I had to get an injection every couple years. But I didn’t like them. So I told my parents a lie. I shouldn’t have lied. My husband and I don’t have sex. We did many years ago. One of our friends brought us a DVD that showed people having sex. He forgot to take it home with him. I really liked watching it. I masturbated lots when watching it. I asked my husband to try what the did on the DVD. He said, ‘Okay.’ In the next days, we tried all the things that happened on the DVD. We even asked our friend to try the three way fucking it showed. He got mad and took back his DVD.
My husband didn’t want to fuck me after that. Later, I had a baby boy. Our parents were really mad! First they wanted me to have an abortion, but I told them I wanted a baby. They tried to take it away, but the law said my husband and I were capable. For the first couple years, a very nice lady came by to ask about my kids, twice a year. I liked being a mom. She agreed, I was a good mom. I wanted another baby, and my husband said okay. He fucked me until I was pregnant. Then he stopped. He said his parents would take away our money if we had more than two. I like my boys. They aren’t always good, but they’re really smart. I wish I had some water.” Janice stopped talking.
“I have a bottle in my car.” I went to fetch it. The candle had burned out, but I didn’t care. Something happened while Janice talked. Tess quietly wept. I was crying full tilt. We had judged Janice and found ourselves lacking. “I’m sorry you’re sad.” Janice frowned when I returned with water and a package of tissues.
“Do you want to say more?” I sniffed.
Tess ripped a third tissue from their plastic wrapper. “I’ll listen all day if you want.”
“My boys went to regular school, and they tried to teach me stuff. I liked that. We were so close. They tried to teach their dad, but he just liked to watch television. Television is more expensive than reading and writing and math. I tried to save by not watching it much. William and Burke had to change schools when they got older. They got into fights, and I had to see the principal. He told me some boys were bullying my sons, but his school didn’t punish victims. He said I should talk with them, but after I asked what I should say, he said he would talk with them with me. He was nice. He tried to be nice to my sons, but they got mad. ‘You think Momma is dumb too!’ They yelled. I guess they got into fights because I am not smart. I said I was sorry. ‘It’s okay, Mrs. Wallace. They want to protect you.’ I guess William and Burke decided their principal wasn’t too bad, and they apologized.
“One day, my boys brought their health school book to me. They wanted to know what I knew about sex. I told them what my parents told me and about the DVD, but I know that you don’t talk about that to kids in a sexy way. I used boring words. They asked me about condoms. I never used them, but I offered to buy them if they wanted. They asked about their dad and me. I told them he doesn’t like sex, and they shouldn’t bother him about it. They asked if I liked it. I said yes, but only in private. I meant masturbation. I wouldn’t like having sex with anyone but my husband.
“Later they told me they listened at my door, when I was by myself in my bedroom. They wanted to hear me sexing myself. I didn’t know they were listening.
“They started playing a bad game, daring each other to tease me by being nude sometimes. The first time was when I picked them up at the pool. They took off their swimsuits and changed into dry clothes in the car on the way home. They got the car seats wet, and I told them they should do that in the pool shower room, before I picked them up. They giggled.
“Another time, Burke dared to come out of their room naked. He asked me for clean underwear, but I knew he had some. I led him back to their dresser and showed him. He thanked me, but I heard William laugh after I closed their door.” A strange whooping noise sounded from Janice’s purse. She frowned and dug into it. Pulling out her phone, she turned away from us, but I could see the screen. One tap brought the face of a young man to the screen. “Mom, aren’t you done washing the car?”
I whispered. “We have to go.” I took Tess’s arm. She followed me willingly. We heard Janice, “I guess I can come home now.” She pocketed her phone and called back to us, “Thank you!”
Tess and I turned a street corner, and we went our separate ways.
I didn’t use my silicone lover for several days after that. I didn’t have sex with Garrick for two days. When we did, I felt like I was coated in diseased slime. Garrick didn’t mention his disappointment at not cumming. Neither of us had. I didn’t care that I hadn’t, but we’d gotten through worse nights recently, I consoled myself.
I had to remind myself. “Every woman’s story is different. Our suffering may overlap, and we need each other because of that.” I allowed myself to think about what Andrew had made me do. I had to say aloud, “I’m not luckier than the other women, because Andrew practiced restraint and even respected some of my limits. He bludgeoned through other limits, and that was awful enough.” I deserved to attend our circle. Getting over abuse is as hard as getting through it.
We managed to meet again, a month later. In that time, I overcame my beef with Claire. Andrew passed his GED, ahead of schedule. And Garrick told me he worried about our sex life. He feared I was falling out of love with him. I needed him more than ever, I promised him. He kissed me. He didn’t pressure me for sex, but I forced myself after waiting a day. It was terrible sex for both of us. I returned to my heavy source of physical joy. I hated myself again.
It was all Andrew’s fault. A month after Janice told her awful story, we met again.
Tess and I urged Janice to go first. This time I warned, we had to stop when the candle burned out. We didn’t want another disturbance like last time.
“My name is Janice Wallace, and I have been under my sons’ control for less than a year, maybe half a year. When William and Burke teased me with their naked bodies sometimes, I didn’t think about it. They were my sons, clothes or no clothes. I didn’t like how they giggled, though. They got nude before me more often. I wondered if they were playing a game but didn’t tell me the rules. I’m not smart about playing games. One day, William started playing with his dick while I looked for the shirt he asked me for. I ignored him, but Burke went, ‘WHOA!’. William giggled back. I told William, “You should do that in private, William.” I walked out of their room. The next day Burke tried it. He walked into the kitchen naked. He said, ‘Hi, Mom.’ and started jerking his dick. I told him he should do that in private. I went to my room. His dad just sits in front of the TV. I once told him to take walks, like it said in a magazine I read, but he doesn’t want to miss the commercials. After a while, I came out of my room and sat down next to my husband. We kissed and hugged. When William found us, he unzipped his pants and jerked his dick until cum spit out of it. I should let someone else have a turn.” Janice stopped.
I took a chance. “My name is Ingrid Mulderhoek, and I was under my son’s control for two years or so, until six months ago. I try not to think about what he did, but recently I dreamed he had collared me and painted my tits red and my thighs orange. I woke up when he tried to fuck me. I hoped, by not thinking about what he did, it would go away sooner, but I had another dream about it that I don’t remember, before the one I described. If only I could get help from a professional. Stupid laws against therapists and their confidentiality!” I stamped my foot. “Thank you.”
“My name is Tess Elgin, and I have been under my son’s control for three years. He wants to impregnate me with all his cum, no matter how he puts it in me. I have to spit his cum at my vagina and rub it in. Or I have to squeeze his cum out of my ass, into a cup which he fingers up my vagina. I found that by drinking lots of pure cranberry juice, I don’t have as many infections, but I’m sick of tasting it.
“Recently, I read that when mothers lactate, it’s harder for them to get pregnant. After my miscarriage, I did experience milk in my breasts, but not for long. I told my son the opposite. He immediately started sucking on my breasts, as often as he could stand. To access them quicker, he took away the nipple stretchers he’d put on me. That was such a relief, but they got really sore from being sucked. His frequent stimulation produced my milk again. He likes drinking my milk, and he can fuck me while he sucks on his mom’s titties. He doesn’t make me suck him or fuck my ass, much anymore. Thank you.” It sounded like Tess had found a measure of stability in her terrible situation.
“You don’t need to give your name every time you take a turn, but it’s nice when we start each meeting.” I told Janice.
“Oh. Okay.” She resumed her story. “William told me the next day, he got horny watching his dad and me kiss and hug. I told him he should masturbate in private. After seeing that, Burke had to imitate his older brother. That’s what Burke told me after finding me next to his dad. He pulled out his dick and jacked off. Dad told Burke his dick was big. His dad doesn’t have one that big. I didn’t think it was important, but my husband sure did. He never told our sons he liked seeing their dicks, but he always complimented their size when they showed them to us or jacked off in front of us. The more often they did it, I got madder and madder. I yelled at them sometimes. Then I would say I was sorry.
“They would stop jerking, each time I got mad. But they never stopped starting. One day after I got mad, William came to me with Burke. I was in the kitchen. Dad was in the TV room. They had weird smiles. William told me, maybe I wouldn’t get mad if I masturbated when they did. I told them I didn’t want to do that. Burke said I should try it, and he unzipped his pants and started jerking on his dick. William didn’t want his brother to take credit. So he revealed his dick and jerked on it. I told them to do that in their room. I went to my room to get away from them.
“After that day, they told me they just wanted to watch me masturbate. I really like masturbating. I do it more often than watching TV, but I didn’t want to show them. ‘Come on, Mom. Let us see.” Burke begged. William said, “You gotta show us. You saw us do it lots of times.’ I told them, ‘I don’t have to because I don’t want to see you masturbating.’ They went way, mad at me, but I was okay with that.
“The next day, I was in my room masturbating. William and Burke unlocked the door from the outside. I told you they were smart. They ran in with big eyes, but I stopped and covered myself. I told them they were very bad and I would punish them. They didn’t get ice cream that night.”
When Janice paused, I noticed the candle had burned out. “I’m sorry, Janice. We should go.”
“Thank you.” She smiled. I couldn’t tell if talking about it had helped her any. She always had a nice smile when she came to a meeting. She smiled, asking, “Is my story making you sad?”
“Janice, you keep telling your story. I want to hear every bit, next time, if that will help you.” Tess told her.
I was able to hold back being a crybaby until I reached my car. Tess had used an entire packet of tissues during Janice’s story. She could be quiet about it. I bawled and bawled in my car.
Fortunately, we were able to meet the following week. Tess started.
“My name is Tess Elgin, and I have been ung-under my son’s control for three years. Last Monday, he toohh-told me I wasn’t getting pregnant because my clit was too-oo small. I rarely orgasm when he fucks me. When I do, ugh, it’s more of a nuisance than pleasure, a mechanical reaction. He said if I had more ohh-orgasms I would get pregnant-ngg. I told him that was ridiculous, but he decided I needed injections to make my clit bigger.
“I almost didn’t come today. The pain of ooo-shooting saline into my clit is incredible! I took so many aspirin before coming, they’ll burn a hole in my gut. Thank, nngg!, you.”
“Should we go to a doctor?” Janice asked.
“Do you want to leave?” I asked Tess.
“NO! I would hate myself if I left now. I managed -ngg- to overcome the pain of having my nipples stretched. I’ll manage this. Last night was the third -nnn- injection. It’s not as bad today.”
“Maybe you can distract her, Janice.” I suggested. Tess didn’t want to miss a word of Janice’s story. That was the real reason she suffered standing there.
“My name is Janice Wallace, and I have been under my two sons’ control for about six months, more or less. A few months before then, I deprived my boys of ice cream for breaking into my room while I was masturbating. They didn’t learn their lesson. They did the same thing the next day. They ran in faster, to catch me naked longer. I punished them by making them clean up both yards and the shed. They were sore and tired the next day, but they did it again a day later! I was so mad I yelled at them before covering myself. I had to stop masturbating when they weren’t at school. That didn’t stop them from coming to me, naked and jerking off their dicks. I made them clean up their cum, though. Whenever my husband saw it happen, he commented they made a lot of cum. I told my husband he should protect me from seeing that. ‘Okay.’ He promised. The next time William or Burke masturbated outside of their room, my husband covered my eyes with his hand. That was something, I thought. He’s not a great father, but he isn’t a bad one. He stopped complimenting their dicks and cum too.
“I guess I like masturbating too much to be a great mother. It was late, and I thought the boys were asleep. My husband was snoring. I had been waking up horny for a while, after just a couple hours sleep. Masturbating before bedtime let me sleep much better. The boys told me later, Burke had drank a lot of water one night. He heard me while returning from the bathroom. He remembered what I sounded like. The next night, he and William stayed up and waited to see if I would do it again. I did, and then they made a mean plan.
“I was really enjoying myself, that mean night. I have a soft brush handle that really lets me work at getting my clit all excited. I use a lot of spit to keep from hurting myself. I didn’t hear the door unlock. William stuck his head through and put a finger to his lips. “Shhhh.” He whispered. I pulled my panties up and crossed my arms over my chest. I was wearing a nightgown, but my nipples were hard. The boys crept in through the door, saying, “We don’t want to wake Dad.”
“Go to bed. It’s past your bedtime.” I whispered back.
“You have to come with us, Momma.” Together they took me by the arms and slowly dragged me off of my bed. I would have fought them, but that might have woken their dad.
“In the hallway, I resisted more, but they are strong boys. They pulled me along into their bedroom. I was so mad. I wanted to shout at them. They have bunkbeds, but they’re full sized. They pushed me down on the lower bed. ‘We want to masturbate before going to sleep, like you do.’ William said. ‘You don’t need me for that!’ I half shouted. I tried to get up but they held me down. ‘Stay there, Momma. If you move, we’ll push you down again.’ Burke promised. They had worn their cotton briefs, in case they woke their dad. Now they pulled them down their legs and showed me their hard dicks. ‘I don’t want to see those.’ I complained. ‘You already have, lots more than we’ve seen of you.’ William argued. I protested, ‘You’re not suppose to see me. I don’t want you to see me.’ I also promised I would punish them again, but they were too horny to stop. They took off my nightgown, tearing it accidentally. ‘Sorry.’ William said. I cried, but that made it easier for Burke to pull off my panties. I tried to cover my pussy and my breasts, but they kept grabbing my arms. Finally, William held my them away from my body and told his brother to get on with it. Burke grinned and giggled as he jacked off. It wasn’t long before cum spit out of his dick and splashed on my tummy. Then he held my arms so William could jack off until he came. His cum hit my neck and tits. He said I should suck his and Burke’s dicks to clean them. I just cried. They got sad watching me cry. I got up when I thought they wouldn’t keep me anymore. I showered and went to my bed.” Janice ended her story with, “Thank you.”
It was my turn. I could have give my time to her, but I needed to talk. “My name is Ingrid Mulderhoek. I was under my son’s control for two years, until a few months ago. I thought overcoming that trauma was hard, but all last week, I dreamed of Andrew fucking me, not in my ass, but in my pussy. Each time I would hear my mother say, ‘Have another child, Daughter.’
“I think I’m going crazy! A while ago, Andrew texted me about something he hid in his room. Last night, I finally broke down and looked for it.” I sobbed. “It was the first collar he used to train me. It has a notch where I tried to cut it. He said to call him when I found it. Now I feel like he never let go of me. If I call him, he’s going to tell me to wear it.”
I doubled over from grief. “Thank you.”
The candle went out. It hadn’t burned out, and there wasn’t any wind. It just died. We troubled women separated until the next time we could talk.
I stopped sleeping with my husband. I told him to sleep in Andrew’s bed, until I got my shit together. I almost told him the truth. He guessed, and stopped me. “You’re not ready, Ingrid. The time will be right when you’re less upset.” In the middle of the night, I ran to my husband and fucked him. There was no love about it. I needed cock in my pussy. I needed my husband’s cock. But all I could see was the walls of my son’s room. I called him the next day, after work. “I found the collar.”
“Whew! I was so afraid you wouldn’t look for it, and Dad would find it.”
“I’ll just throw it away then.” I told him.
“Please don’t. I need you to bring it to me.”
“I’ll mail it.” I said.
“You need to be here. It’s not what you think. I won’t say more until you visit and see for yourself.”
When Garrick returned from work, I told him I would need the car for a few days. I had to visit my mother and Andrew. He frowned but said, “Have them go over it inch by inch and repair every trouble, and they better not charge us.” I think he meant it metaphorically.
I phoned Mother. “Andrew asked me to come down. I’m going to drive.”
“You shouldn’t do that.” She demanded. “I don’t want you to see Andrew until I’m finished with him.”
“When will that be?”
Instead of an answer, I heard a grunt. She hung up.
I threw a change of clothes in the car and raced down the freeway.
I got there by midnight. One light was on in the house. Andrew met me at the door. “You can come in when you give me the collar.”
“Not if you’re going to put it on me.”
“Just for a few minutes, and not for the reason your thinking.”
“I trust you, Andrew, but my heart is screaming not to do it.”
“Your heart isn’t wrong, Mom.”
I gave him the collar. He fastened it around my neck and locked the tiny padlock.
An odd reverie took me. The tension in my body flowed away. I hadn’t felt this for six months. It was eerie and soothing at the same time. This was when I couldn’t make choices, and the choices made for me were unkind. I never blamed myself when Andrew put my collar around me. My son led me to my mother’s room. Where was she? Did he want to defile her most private retreat?
He opened the door. Mother lounged on her bed within, tucked under her bedclothes. Beside her lay Eric Aggis, naked on top of the rose patterned comforter. She looked at me and put a finger to her lips. “Go to Lila.” She whispered.
Andrew closed her door and let me out of the house. He un-collared me there. “If you come back, Mom, you have to be wearing this.” I collapsed on the door step, bawling. I had left reality and only horrors were to be found. Maybe an hour later, I struggled to my feet. It was cold, but I didn’t feel it. I went to Lila’s house and rang the doorbell. A light came on in an upper window. I heard her clomp down stairs. She opened the door and welcomed me with her arms. I fainted in them.
I woke on her couch. “Coffee?” She asked.
I nodded. She left me, and I went to the bathroom. I looked for a knife. I found a hairbrush. I brushed my hair until she came looking for me. “Do you want to know?” She led me to her kitchen table.
I sipped the coffee. It wasn’t as black as the fake cock I’d left at home. I wondered if I wanted to know. I didn’t answer her. She didn’t ask again. We returned to the living room.
I sat on her couch. It smelled clean, unlike my previous visits. “I want to know.”
“Well, it’s as horrible as you might imagine, except Andrew saved everyone.”
“He’s the fucking problem!” I growled.
“I’m the fucking problem, Bitch.” Lila growled back. “I ran out of ideas. I was going to lose everything. Eric told me to move out and never come back. He was sick of seeing me, fucking me, making me cum. ‘Go to your wicked old bat, Ruth and beg her to make you cum!’
“Why do you hate her?” Lila asked her son.
“Because she’s fucking mean to me!”
“And you’re an ass to her!” Lila didn’t have anything to lose, standing up to her son for once.
“She’s ugly and old, and you like her. If you like her, and she likes you, that’s reason enough to hate you both.”
“Then you should fuck her!” Lila shouted. “You treat me like shit and have been fucking and hurting me every which way. Maybe you’ll get your rocks off raping an old bat!”
Lila didn’t regret what she said until her son stroked his chin and muttered, “Yeah. Maybe…”
“But he didn’t know Andrew lived with her.” She told me next. “I thought he had moved back with you. Under my son’s thumb, twenty-four seven, I can’t keep track of my neighbors.”
Eric came up with a ‘perfect’ plan. It was perfectly awful. He decided to rape my mom and run away with his mother to another city. He imagined going on a rape spree across America, with all the imagination of a dull porn author.
That spree lasted twenty steps into Mother’s home. It was late. She would have been sleeping. Andrew had been studying for his GED. The guest room was slightly lit by the computer tablet in his hands. He heard a sound and grabbed the largest wrench in his tool chest. His grandmother shouted something, and Andrew launched himself out. Spotting the intruder in my mother’s doorway, my son challenged him.
Eric had just delivered the last part of his fantasy. “…and fuck you like the wrinkled old cunt you are.” Hearing Andrew’s challenge he spun around and stumbled. “Huh? You?”
Mom got out of bed, wearing her granny nightgown. (What? Flannel makes the best bedclothes!) “Don’t hit the idiot, Andrew.” Mom fetched her gun. “Eric. Look at me.”
Lila’s son cowered at the sight of the .38 in her hand. He didn’t know fuck about guns, except they killed people, especially by people who hated the person they killed. He had a pretty good idea of how much Ruth hated him.
“I haven’t encountered a rapist since I was twenty three. I’ve always wanted to do this.” Mother spat. They stripped him and tied him, spread eagle, on the floor, in Ruth’s room. She told Andrew to get Lila. When he returned with her, Ruth was whipping her naked son with a belt. He was screaming into a gag. “What are you going to do about it, Lila?” She dared her.
“Anything you want me to, Ruth.”
“For you, I’ll take a break.”
More likely, her arm was tired, thought Lila.
“MOM! PLEASE HELP!” Eric managed to say through his gag.
Ruth handed Eric’s mom the belt. “I could use some help, but don’t make him bleed in my home.”
Andrew had returned to studying, after delivering Lila. He trusted his grandma to have everything under control. Together, Lila and my mother broke Eric. It took them less than a week.
Lila finished. “I won’t bore you with the later bit, when your mother scratched another itch.”
“Ew, but when did it happen?”
“Six weeks ago.”
“How are you handling it?”
“I don’t go to the meetings anymore. But, you know, sometimes, I take my pleasure from Eric.” Lila wasn’t keeping her pussy cold, when she could pay back some of the distress she’d suffered from him. “I’m not in any shape, emotionally, to find a normal partner. Maybe in a few years.” Lila was a sexy, if not a shapely MILF and would be for at least twenty more years. She’d even begun to work out at a gym.
… to be concluded …
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