Martin is sure that this is a dream. However, the shower water feels hot and wet against his naked body.
He doesn’t remember stripping down, or getting in the shower, just that he is here.
The shower doesn’t look like the one in Rosie’s bathroom, though.
No, it’s from the old house, back when he still lived with his mom.
Had to be a dream, then—a dream, mixed with a memory.
He stands with his cock in his hand, and he can feel it twitching slightly.
He hears the bathroom door squeak open.
He tenses up, and let’s himself go.
The shower curtain pulls back.
His mother stands there naked.
Silently, she gets in the shower with him, turning her back on him.
He isn’t shocked.
She has done this sort of thing before.
Always taunting him.
Always teasing him.
Her perfect body so close, but always just out of reach.
She’s alive, and he can hear the whisper of her breath.
She should be dead, though…
He tries not to look.
Desperately not wanting to give into her games.
His resolve last but seconds, before his eyes drift down to the bubble of her ass.
She turns her head.
Her raven black hair is soaking wet, which gives her a slutty look.
She knows he’s looking.
She always knows.
She turns around now.
Martin tries to focus his attention on her streak of red hair, but can’t help but sneak a peek.
She moves closer, her big breasts bouncing a little with each tiny step.
Despite himself, he is hard, and he hates himself for that.
She got him again.
This is the point where she usually laughs at him or calls him a “pervert.”
But, it’s different this time, perhaps because this is a dream.
She say nothing.
Instead, she embraces him, and he can feel her hard nipples pressing against his bare chest.
This is another one of her tricks, has to be.
Getting in close, so that he’ll lower his guard?
He has at least half a foot on her, and he uses this advantage now by staring straight ahead.
Don’t give her any attention, he thinks. Maybe she’ll just go away.
But, she feels so warm, and his cock throbs with excitement at how close she is.
His body tenses up at her touch, as he wonders what exactly she has planned.
Maybe she was going to jerk him off again to the point where he is ready to cum, and then squeeze him tight until it feels like he’s going to burst.
Or, was she just going to punch him down there, causing him to double over, and then kick him when he’s down. But, she hasn’t done that for a while, not since he had his growth spurt around sixteen.
Which means she has thought of something to do to him, and that terrifies him.
“I’m sorry,” she says quietly. So quietly in fact that he almost didn’t hear her.
“I’m sorry,” she says again. “I’ve been so cruel to you.”
She sounds genuine, but she has fools him that way before too.
He’s on his guard again.
“You’re dad, he hurt me very badly,” she said, and Martin could hear her choking up. “And all the anger I had for him, I took out on you.”
She begins to shake, and now feels cold to the touch.
His heart goes out to her, a little, but he quickly takes it back.
She isn’t going to fool him again. This is just a play for sympathy.
“Stay with me tonight, she said. “Please, I don’t want to be alone.”
She looks up at him, and there are tears in her eyes.
He shows no emotion, though, even as she buries her head in his chest.
“I’ve been having bad dreams,” she confessed now. “It’s the same dream, really, over and over again. I’m in this steel mill, and there are people there. But, sometimes they turn into wolves. They tell me I’m one of them, and that I’ll be joining them soon. And I wake up screaming, and shaking, and feeling so cold.”
Martin feels an overwhelming sense of déjà vu, but he isn’t sure why.
She tilts her head up, looking up at him. Her green eyes silently pleading with him.
He still did not return her gaze, and tries his best to ignore her.
She isn’t going to fool him. Not this time.
She pulls away from him, but she still remains close enough to touch.
Her breath is heavy now, and that draws his attention.
He couldn’t help but notice her big, mouthwatering breasts heaving with each breath.
“You look so much like him, your dad,” she said.
She licked the bow of her lips.
“In more ways than one,” she adds now, as she ran a finger down the shaft of his cock.
Martin groans at her touch, hating himself again for being so weak around her.
She pushes her naked body close to his, and in doing so presses his cock against her crotch and stomach.
She’s wet down there, and not from the shower.
“I wasn’t lying when I said that it had been a long time for me,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
The words trigger a memory.
He remembers her coming into his room late one night, half naked.
She sat on the edge of his bed, sobbing, telling him that it had been a long time since a man had touched her.
Feeling sorry for her, he touched her shoulder.
She shook his hand off, and then stormed out of the room, crying.
But now, in his dream, his mother drapes her hands on his shoulders.
She licks her lips again.
“Promise you’ll stay with me tonight,” she said, and looks up at him with hope and fear in her eyes.
“I know I’m your mother,” she said, “but I’m still a woman…”
She rubs her legs together.
“And just because I’m your mother, doesn’t mean I don’t have those feelings that a woman has for a man.”
Again, she licks the bow of her lips.
“You can have me anyway you want,” she said, her breath heavy and strained. “I owe you that much.”
She reaches down and grabs his cock.
Her touch is gentle, tender—almost motherly.
“You can close your eyes and pretend I’m someone else,” she said, stroking him. “That Native American girl at school that you like…”
Martin groans. Her touch is so tender, but she strokes him like a pro.
She lets go, and Martin sighs.
“We can do it now,” she said, her voice shaky. “Right here in the shower. I’ll make you feel so good. I promise.”
Before Martin can say another word, his mother turns away from him.
Only to bend forward, offering herself to him.
Her pussy looked so inviting.
“Take me,” she cries. “Take me hard and fast. Punish me, for all the bad things I’ve done to you.”
Martin takes a step forward, and then grabs her by the hips, pulling her back.
His hard cock is but inches from his first taste of pussy.
It’s too good to be true.
It’s a trick.
Obviously, it’s a trick.
She has fooled him again, like she always does.
He steps back, shaking his head.
A few seconds later, she stands, facing him again.
“It’s okay,” she said. Her voice breathless.
“It’s okay,” she said again, embracing him. “I’ve given you no reason to trust me.”
She tries to read him, but he wears a blank expression on his face, foiling her plans.
“I’ll tell you what,” she said. “I’ll make us a nice dinner. Then we can watch a movie together, not one of your horror movies, though.”
She swallows hard, but she’s still breathing hard.
“Then we’ll go to bed. It’s more intimate in bed, anyway. And we can do it as much as you want, any way you want. Just as long as I can fall asleep in your arms, and you stay with me all night.”
She looks down in shame, and her face flushes red.
She sighs, and then kisses him on his chin.
“I love you Martin,” she said quietly.
Martin desperately wants to believe that this the truth. And perhaps in a dream, it is.
She slips out of the shower, admiring herself in the mirror for a moment. Then wraps a towel around her body.
“I’m going to get a few things at the store for dinner,” she said, causally. “I won’t be long.”
She pauses at the door.
“I wish I’d been a better mother to you,” she said, and then quickly slips out of the door.
But through the open door, Martin hears his mother scream.
He covers his ears at the sound, but it isn’t enough to muffle the horrid screech of skidding tires, or the loud crash that follows.
He stands alone, naked in the shower.
And in his dream, Martin’s left to wonder if this had been his mother’s final trick on him.
* * *
Martin woke up shivering.
He lay naked on the floor, and he was not alone.
"No, not her," Martin gasps. His racing. "It can't be her... she's dead..."
The darkness taunts him, however, with a vision of his mother's naked flesh.
But, as sunlight pours in through the blinds, Martin breathes a sign of relief
It was just Summer, his Plain-Jane cousin.
The darkness of the room, partially hides her nakedness—clothing her in air of modesty. But enough of her is exposed that the sight holds his attention.
He really doesn't remember much about the day before, and what ultimately lead them here. Still,the sight of his cousins' small, bare ass stirs something inside of him.
And what he hasn’t noticed, until now, is that her hips have a nice feminine curve to them.
He traces that curve now with a finger, causing her to moan softly at his touch.
Martin turns on his side, facing her backside.
He kisses her shoulder, and then his kisses travel up to the nape of her neck.
She moans a little louder now. Her body responding in kind, pushing back against him.
Theirs is a shared hunger, as lust utterly consumed them.
His hand moves down, caressing her long legs. His touch is gentle, luring her in.
Again, she moans, encouraging him to continue.
Her cries embolden him.
He lifts one of her legs.
And while he may not remember much about the day before, his cock aches for the comfort of familiar places.
Summer jolts awake, as he shoves himself deep inside of her.
Her shock lasts but seconds.
Then she quickly submits to him—giggling as she does so.
He holds her leg up, while at the same time, thrusts into her with all his might.
He’d forgotten how good she feels and even at this odd angle her pussy still squeezes him tight.
Her soft cries descend into raw screams, even as her lips quiver in sinful bliss.
He quickens his pace.
Her pussy drips with excitement.
His cock throbs inside of her.
It won’t be long now...
Suddenly, both man and woman cry out. The climax catches them both off guard. He has never cum this hard in his life. The eruption of it, is enough to send them both reeling, and it leaves both of them trembling in the aftermath..
“Mmmm,” she moans softly, her lips drawing back into a satisfied grin. But, she cries out as he pulls free.
Martin lays back.
Summer turns, and rests her head on his bare chest.
“It was hot this time,” Summer says in a hushed whispers.
He looks down at her, confused.
“Y-Y-Your,” she stammers as her face flushes red. “Y-Y-You know.”
She casts her eyes down, her face still blushing.
“I-I-It was c-c-cold last night,” she stammers now. “L-L-Like ice.”
She looks up at him again, and he can see the concern on her face. Worried, perhaps, that she has offended him.
“But s-s-soothing,” she quickly adds.
His cousin continues to look at him, as if waiting for him to answer.
But, he says nothing.
“Is it b-b-because of this?” She asked, holding up her palm.
Martin’s eyes widened.
He sits up, and in one swift motion holds her palm up to the sun light. There is something there... something familiar...
But, it looks blurry, and Martin realizes that he isn’t wearing his glasses. Still, the impression is unmistakable—a snake eating its own tail.
But, as he held it in the light, the snake almost seemed to shrink back.
Summer pulls her hand away, and her fingers closed into a fist.
“How did you…”
Summer smiles wide, as if she's about to swallow him whole.
“You don’t remember what happened last night?” She asks.
Martin shakes his head.
Summer closes her eyes, and has a dreamy look on her face.
“You were so wild,” she said. Her voice low and guttural.
Now, she opens her eyes wide, and then narrows them until her eyes are tiny slits.
“And so was I,” she cries, grabbing his cock. “Here, let me remind you.”
She guides his cock to her mouth. Her lips part, as she pulls him in.
Martin grunts in approval
Her head sinks all the way down, swallowing him whole.
Martin gritshis teeth, his expression pained, but his body knows only pure bliss.
She holds him in her mouth, gagging a little as she does so, until she finally pulls her head back.
Martin continues to grit his teeth, as her thin lips drag across the long shaft.
“Fuck yes,” he growls, as the tip of his cock slips out of her mouth.
His cousin sits up, flashing him another wicked grin.
He's hard, so incredibly hard.
Panting a little, Summer eagerly climbs into his lap, facing him this time.
With a deft hand, she guides him inside, and then places both her hands on his wide shoulders.
Again, Martin grits his teeth.
God she's so tight, he thinks. And she soon get tighter, as her pussy constricts around him, squeezing him.
“Last night,” she said. “You made me your bitch.”
She looks down, but still is not able to look at him directly in the eye.
“I want you to do it again,” she snarls
Her wish is his command.
He bucks his hips, and the motion pushes her body up.
Martin roughly grabs her ass, and pulls her back down to his level.
He holds her there, even as his cock greedily pumps into her. And, with each thrust she begs him for more, while down below her pussy slobbers all over him. Until, finally, she reaches her breaking point. Summer's head snaps up, as a loud, shivery cry escapes her quivering lips, and now her long, thin body knows pure bliss.
But, sex with her is like a drug, and Martin's addiction knows no bounds. He slams into her, showing her no mercy.
She is his bitch, after all, and this is about his pleasure not hers.
Her complete surrender to him, and her enthusiastic cries, make him feel strong and powerful.
And those feelings were, in truth, are more addictive than sex.
He’d been beaten down for so long that he thought he’d never get back up again.
But now, he fully and utterly embraces this power he had over her—to the point of arrogance.
To Summer, he is god and master.
And, she is just the first.
Before this was done, he’d make the entire world his bitch.
A shaky hand touches his cheek.
The touch snaps him out of his fantasies.
He looks at her, feeling pity as he sees the look of both pain and lust written all over her face.
She still can’t look at him, though, which he finds strange. It's almost like she's ashamed, even though she was the one who had started this.
“Do it all over me,” she pants. “Make me your dirty whore!”
He pulls out.
She gasps. A heavy deep gasp, which is immediately followed by her eyes rolling back into her head.
She starts to fall backward, but Martin catches her around the small of the back.
His touch seems to have a medicinal effect.
She blinks, and then her eyes briefly met his.
She quickly looks down, and turns her attention to more intimate matters.
Her long fingers wrap around his shaft, and once she takes hold, she starts to tug.
Her strokes quick and brutal.
Martin again grits his teeth.
His hips buck.
His cock throbs....
Any second now.
She leans back, balancing herself with one hand, as the other continued to stroke him off.
He cries out.
And now so does she, as wave after wave of his seed washes over her.
A shiver runs down his spine, signaling an end to this monstrous act.
A breathy, shaky giggle that soon descends into a steady pant.
He looks down at her, admiring her handiwork.
She's covered in his cum, most of it collecting on her flat chest, but some of it had splashed across her face and into her red hair.
The sight fills him with pride, and unknowingly, his lips curl into a cruel smile.
Summer catches him looking, and returned his smile.
Her smile less cruel, though, but more suggestive.
She dipped a finger in his cum, and then put the finger in her mouth.
“Mmm,” she whispers, “Still warm.”
She licks her lips.
His cock twitches at the sight.
Who would have thought this skinny, awkward Plain-Jane girl could be so hot.
She jumps up.
“I’m going to take a shower,” she said.
No stutter again, Martin thought. Weird.
He frowns, deep in thought.
At the door, she pauses, and played with a strand of her red hair.
“I love fucking you,” she says, the confession spilling from her cum covered lips.
And, before he can say anything stupid, she giggles and rushes out the door.
* * *
It felt so good, Summer thought. So good to be so bad.
But, she just didn’t feel good, she felt amazing.
Still, she was glad for the break. Although, she found it strange that her pussy wasn’t even soar. That surprised her, given how hard they had been going at it over the last couple of days.
Summer had to remind herself to be careful, though. She could easily see herself getting too carried away. And, her mom would be home soon, so she couldn’t just run wild.
But, she could still feel him. And, her pussy purred in the places where his big cock had only recently touched.
Summer rubbed her legs together, aching to feel him again.
Suddenly, she winced.
Her hands drifted down toward the large gashes on her flank. This is where he had marked her.
The wounds were deep, and a painful reminder that his love came at a price.
Still, the wounds were starting to scab over, and in time they would heal, leaving nothing but scars.
He had completely dominated her, and she liked belonging to him. Especially if it meant getting to fuck him again.
“Anytime, any way, any where,” she promised herself.
This must be what’s like to be drunk or high, she thought, and I loved it.
Her hand moving away from her the wounds, and toward her crotch.
She suddenly felt very girlish, almost giddy.
Girlish, she may be, but her thoughts turned very adult, as she rubbed her clit.
She came fairly quickly.
A pitiful little sigh escaping from her thin lips, as she did so.
But, abusing herself, hadn’t had the desired effect.
Instead, it left her restless and wanting more.
The curtain pulled back.
On instinct, she rushed to cover herself.
But dropped her guard, immediately, when she saw it was him.
He stepped into the shower with her.
As much as she loved him, for some reason it still felt wrong to look him in the eye.
Because you’re his bitch, a voice whispered in her ear.
Instead her eyes drifted down to his crotch.
He looked so big and hard.
The most intimate part of her body responded in kind—gushing in want of him.
She turned her back on him.
Then bent forward, placing her hands against the shower wall.
No words were spoken.
But, it was clear that they both wanted the same thing.
He slipped easily inside of her, but it proved to be a tight fit. Her pussy didn’t help matters, either, as it squeezed him.
Summer took the lead this time, and thrust herself back against him.
She whimpered, and it hurt, hurt a lot because he was so big.
Her pussy gorged itself on him. But it was never enough. It always wanted more.
“Summer,” a voice called out.
She gulped. Shit! It was her mom.
“Summer!” Her mom called out again.
“Fuck,” Summer said under her breath. She quickened her pace, pushing back against him even harder. It hurt. It hurt so much, but there was no way she was going to stop, now.
“Summer,” her mom called out a third time. “Where are you?”
Martin started to groan, and by his groans, she could tell he was close.
“Summer!” Her mom screamed. “Answer me!”
“I’m coming,” Summer cried. She could feel Martin’s cock twitching inside of her.
“I’m coming,” She cried again. Her body shaking.
“I’M COMING!” Summer screamed at the top of her lungs. Her body nearly going limp. Her reward for a job well done, as her pussy spat out its seal of approval.
She felt so empty now, but that feeling didn’t last long.
A few seconds later, Martin’s hot seed poured into her.
But, there was no rest for the wicked, and she began thrusting back again, making sure that she got every last drop.
He pulled free of her.
The suddenness of it, caused her to utter a short, “Umph.”
There had been a lot. And now his cum, mixed with her, ran down her legs.
It seemed like such a waste, but he had more than enough to spare.
She turned to face him.
But again, felt a shyness around him. And, she still could not look him in the eye.
Summer knew that they had done things that would be considered shameful, as far as polite society were concerned.
But deep down, far at the back of her mind, she also knew that given the chance she’d sink even further into depravity with absolutely no hesitation.
“Summer!” Her mom called out again. “I need to talk to you!”
“Jesus,” Summer muttered under her breath.
Summer leaned in for a kiss, but he turned away at the last moment.
She sighed, a little annoyed. Was a kiss so much to ask for? Especially, after all the things they had done.
But, she couldn’t stay angry at him for long.
Her body ached to stay with him.
Tonight, she told herself. Tonight, when mom is asleep, we’ll do it again.
But right now, Summer had to find out what her mom wanted, or she’d never get any rest.
TO BE CONTINUED...