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By Lee Davey

Cast:
Son: Jon - 11 years old
Mother: Shelly - 30 years old
Father: Thomas - 44 years old
Daughter: Mary - 14 years old
Daughter: Sarah - 6 years old

   Chapter 1 Shelly swigged back another big gulp of red wine as she laid
back only half watching the television.  6 months already for fucks sake,
and now the bastard army have extended his tour for another year she
thought disgustedly Shelly threw the now empty glass into the open fire
with a satisfying crash of broken glass.  Her hand easing down between her
open gown caressing herself.  Damn I miss him she groaned as her fingers
stroked up and down, as she pictured her husbands thick cock driving
between her thighs, handsome and rugged clothed in his captains uniform. 
Shaking slightly as a small unsatisfying orgasm rippled through her, she
removed her fingers delicately licking them clean and grunted in
disappointment at her body's failure.  In all her 30 years ever since
puberty she had never gone so long without sex she reminisced.  Her trailer
trash father had raped her of her virginity at the age of 12, the night
before leaving her and her prostitute mother in a filthy trailer.  Her
whore mother had soon pimped her daughter to a long line of 'Johns' when
her own drug addled body no longer brought the customers and the drug money
in she needed.  Her life changed when she entertained an army man named Tom
at the age of 16, one of a number of soldiers from a nearby camp.  Unlike
most of the scum who fucked her pussy and ass, he was kind, gentle and took
time to talk and kiss the scared child.  To Shelly's delight he man soon
became a regular visitor to.  His bouts of lovemaking brief pleasant
interludes between the regular fuckings she endured.  One night she had
confided that she was pregnant, and with his child, as of course she had
only ever let the kind man screw her without a condom.  A lie but one the
man fell for, as he lay atop the girl his penis being expertly massaged by
the child,s trained vaginal muscles expertly.  He had smuggled her away one
night when her mother lay drugged to the eyeballs ans comatose.  Slipping
the state borders he had bribed some officials to arrange for the 16 year
old girl to marry him, and become his wife and mother of his child.  Since
then her life was wonderful.  14 years with a loving husband, and the
blessings of 3 children.  Were it not for her husbands regular postings
overseas her life would have been perfect.  -- Jon walked home waving good
bye to his friends as he turned down the long tree lined drive that led to
his home.  Young looking for his 11 years he blew back a lock of fair hair
from his eyes, trooping down the line still wearing the mud encrusted
soccer kit from the match he had just played.  Seeing his mother at the
window he waved at her a big smile on his face, the smile disappearing when
she failed to wave back and instead swished the curtains back.  His mother
had been like a bear with a sore head for some weeks now.  Probably Jon
mused because Dad was working in Afghanistan, and she was left to look
after him and his two sisters alone far from the support of either of their
families.  Throwing his bag down Jon run up the stairs and turned on the
shower.  Pulling the door shut he did not bother to lock it knowing that
his mother used her own on-suite bathroom; and his two sisters were
sleeping over at their respective friends homes, a situation due no doubt
to a desire to stay away from Mom's ever present bad mood.  He quickly
pulled his shorts down and hurried into the cubicle.  It was silly he knew
that despite being alone he was still so modest that he could not bear the
thought of even seeing himself nude.  Not that he had much to hide he
admitted to himself, his thing was perhaps 5 or 6 cm's at most and although
he could get a stiffy nothing had ever come out, not like some of his
soccer buddy's claimed boasting that they could spurt white stuff like real
adults.  No despite his own fumbling attempts nothing but pee ever came out
of his pee-pee.  He wondered whether he was normal, and wished once more
that his father was home.  There were some things a boy could not talk to a
sister or mother about.  Soaping himself down and cleaning the mud from his
legs he began to whistle tunelessly as the shower sprayed his pale body,
ducking his head under the spray, and nearly drowned in surprise when the
shower curtain was pulled open by his mother.  "Mom" he spluttered as he
covered his bits in shame and turned away from his mothers eyes.  Shelly
swayed slightly due to the wine she had drunk, and held onto the side of
the cubicle for support as she looked at her sons body with interest.  She
did not know why she was here, her head was fuzzy, but the dark triangle
between her legs felt like it was on fire.  She had heard her son enter the
shower, her thoughts flying back to the joyful times she had spent with the
boys father in the shower.  He thrusting wildly between her clamping
thighs, quenching the fire inside her with his thick copious seed.  Before
she realised what she was doing she had found herself at the children's
bathroom and opening the shower to stare upon the child she had gave birth
too 11 years ago She looked at the boys pale childlike frame as he cowered
in the corner.  She realised that while she saw her daughters nude all the
time, after all Sarah was only 6 and while Mary was 14 being seen naked by
her mother was no big deal.  Jon however she had not seen in such a way for
about two years now.  Not since he had broken his collar bone climbing a
tree, and for 6 weeks she had bathed and help him go to the toilet until
the bones had knitted.  He hasn't changed much she critiqued, maybe his
cock, no something so small could never be called a cock, a pee-pee would
be better.  Yes maybe her sons pee-pee was slightly bigger then before, and
his small testicles slightly more pronounced.  Other than that he still
looked like the small boy she had bathed, and whose bottom she had wiped
clean like any good mother would have.  She shrugged off the dressing gown
she wore and stepped into the shower closing the curtain behind her,
grinning as Jon pressed himself into the corner in shock.  She admired
herself for a moment in the mirrored wall that ran down one side.  Her
breasts were a good 36d and there was a few extra pounds, which after three
children was to be expected.  Still she was attractive for a thirty year
old.  Jon however could not appreciate this as he had his eyes closed
wishing that the ground would open and allow him to disappear.  "Here let
me help sweety." Shelly gently applied shower gel to her sons back
caressing the boys soft body with admiring murmurs.  "Mom....NO, I'm too
grown up for this" Jon whined petulantly turning and trying to slip past
his mother and escape the shower.  Shelly was to quick for her son and with
her other hand swiftly, and with a shockingly painful grip, caught her son
by the groin and using her superior size forced him back and pinioned him
against the mirrored wall.  Her large full breasts pushing into the boys
shocked and now tear stained face.  "See Jonny, your Mummy loves you and
wants to make sure such that her son is squeaky clean" Shelly cooed gently,
"I can't let you walk around the house all smelly and dirty now can I." Jon
noted that despite the sweetness of the words his mothers hand still
gripped him firmly by his undersized 'thingy' and balls.  With shock and
humiliation he realised that despite the pain he could feel his bits
reacting to his mothers hot, wet and firm gripping hand.  He had only just
recently been able to masturbate himself, not that he could cum, but if he
did it long enough he would feel good and tingly.  Even as inexperienced as
he was he knew that such a thing was a private thing and not something a
boy should share with his mummy.  Before he could tell his mother this he
felt her free hand gently pull his head back until he stared up into his
mothers face.  Her eyes were slightly unfocused and her breath smelt funny,
he trembled slightly as he watched his mothers tongue run along her lips as
she looked at her sons nakedness.  He blinked in amazement as his mother
kissed him.  Not like a normal kiss, a mothers kiss he, as any boy would,
would try to squirm away from.  No this was no chaste peck.  His mothers
tongue pressed firmly into his mouth scouring his teeth, his tongue, her
hand clasping his head preventing him from escaping the her nasty invading
tongue, the sour taste of alcohol on her breath clogged Jon's mouth and
nose as he struggled.  Jon was more than confused.  He had never seen his
Mum act like this with him before.  He had seen her being affectionate and
cuddling with his dad of course, but she had never acted like this to him
before.  She had not seem him naked for years, and there only real contact
was motherly hugs and kisses she shared with all 3 of her children.  Young
as he was he knew that this was no motherly kiss, the fact that his penis
had now hardened and pushed into his mothers hand with all its 5 cm glory
was proof of that.  Breaking her kiss Shelly gave a deep feminine laugh. 
Her hand began wanking her sons small penis.  Slow at first but quicker her
hand lubricated by a combination of water and gel.  Feeling the wetness
between her own pussy she began grinding her cunt against her sons thigh as
she continued to masturbate him.  She felt her own orgasm, a real orgasm
unlike the pitiful ones she had recently build.  The naughtiness of her
incestuous act and her own sons reaction to her hand job magnifying her
orgasm.  With a scream she came, shuddering she collapsed to the shower
floor dragging her 11 year old son down with her she continued her hand job
until she felt the boys penis throb and Jon gasped into his own dry cum. 
The two sat there for a few minutes.  Jon scared and confused at what had
happened, Shelly recovering from her mind-blowing cum.  "Good boy, you're a
good boy" she murmured over and over until finally she stood and turning
the shower off briskly dried herself and her son, as if were just a toddler
and nothing strange had happened at all.  Shrugging her dressing gown back
on and throwing the dirty soccer kit into the clothes basket she led Jon
from the bathroom ignoring his protests to be allowed to dress.  "No need
to get dressed son.  It will be your bedtime soon after dinner, and getting
dressed will just slow me down" she looked coyly over her shoulder at her
nervous son, "and I have plans for you tonight." "After all with your
father away your the man of the house, and I do so need a good little man."
she drawled in a mock southern belle accent her hand cupping and then
slapping her son's naked buttock affectionately.  Giggling as she watched
the man of the house run down the stairs a pink hand print marring his
otherwise perfect nakedness.  

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   Chapter 2 

Jon stood naked in his parents' bedroom, still naked as his
mother had refused his repeated requests to dress, and made him sit through
his entire meal stark naked.  It did he admitted make him extra careful
when eating his tomato soup, he certainly did not want to spill any today.
Finally the meal ended with his mother swirling down the last dregs of the
large bottle of cheap wine she had opened for the meal.  Rising unsteadily
to her feet she smiled at her sons hesitant offer to help with the washing
up instead telling him to go upstairs and get ready for bed, oh and to get
ready for her bed.  Standing awkwardly looking around his parents' room he
faintly heard his mother downstairs going through the nightly ritual of
locking the house up, strictly speaking unnecessary given the rural
location of the old house they rented.  "Have you brushed your teeth dear?"
Jon jumped at the sound of his mother's voice turning he looked at his
mother who had made her silent way up the stairs.  "Does that really serve
any purpose sweetie, after me helping you out earlier and all?" Shelly
asked smiling at her sons' reflexive move to cover his small penis and
balls with his hands.  Jon moved his hands knowing that she would simply
move them for him if he hesitated.  Smiling at his embarrassed face as his
small penis was once more exposed to her gaze; she placed a gentle hand on
his bare shoulder.  "Now Jon we're all alone tonight.  Mary and Sarah are
away tonight sleeping over at their friends, and it's just the two of us in
this big old house." "It's OK I'm not scared." Jon replied, apart of you he
silently added.  "Yes but I am, Jon.  You wouldn't want you mom to be
scared all alone in the night would you?" Shelly cajoled her reluctant son,
"After all your Dad did say you were going to have to be a man and look
after me and your sisters didn't he while he was away overseas?" That
clinched it, if there was one thing guaranteed to get Jon to do anything it
was to invoke his father's name.  Shelly knew well what buttons to press
with all her children; her brutal upbringing had honed her manipulative
skills to a razors edge.  Jon slipped under the duvet as his mother
indicated he should do.  Glad at least to be able to hide his nakedness
from his mother at least.  Jon considered for a moment and realised he had
not slept in his mother's bed since he was 7, and only then due to a bad
nightmare if the worst that happened to him was that he had to sleep here
tonight it would not be too bad, would it?.  Despite himself Jon sneaked a
peek at his mother as she dis-robed in front of him.  He swallowed slowly
in rapt interest as he looked at a full grown woman's body, the only one he
had ever seen.  Shelly noticed her sons' surreptitious looks and
deliberately took her time, hooking her gown over a chair and then slowly
undoing her necklace allowing the chain to slip between her large breasts
in a provocative manner.  Jon watched fascinated at his mother's body.  The
only other female body he could really compare was his 6 year old sisters'
body that was still unconcerned at being seen naked by her family.  While
his older sister Mary was more developed she would literally have beaten
him to a pulp if he dared try to sneak a look at her!  One look showed him
that there was no comparison between his mother's body and his younger
sisters.  His mother had breasts for a start, large and tipped with dark
brown nipples quite unlike his sisters pale nubbin's and perfectly flat
chest.  The real difference began where his mother's hips flared out.  He
could not help but look at the dark triangle of hair that covered his
mother's female bits.  He had seen Sarah's bits when she had been bathed
but to his eyes it was just a fleshy slit, of no interest to him as far as
he could tell.  His mother's hair though seemed to hide the promise of
hiding so much more than his sister possessed down there.  Shelly turned
off the main light leaving the room lighted only by the final few rays of
sun peeking around the closed curtains.  For a moment she paused
considering what she had done, and what she hoped to do.  She loved her
children and was by most standards a decent and good mother.  She had
bathed and touched her children a thousand times and not once had any
inappropriate thoughts come to her mind.  Yet today she had wanked her son
off, and enjoyed it the feel of his small but perfectly formed penis a
delight in her hands.  She knew she held different views on sex to the
other army wives she normally socialised with.  Her troubled upbringing
meant that she held no especially high opinion of the importance of sex. 
By the time she was 16 she had fucked hundreds of men, sometimes she
enjoyed it, most times not.  To her mind it was just a physical act,
something that gave pleasure, and ...  and obviously Jon wanted her, all
those sideways looks over the past couple of weeks, did he want some
pleasure, some joy with his mother?  Still giving into her son and going
all the way was wrong.  Yet the boy looked so much like his father.  A
strong man who mastered her in bed and simply took her when the urge took
him, not that she minded when he did so, quite the opposite in fact it made
her feel wanted, desirable.  Was Jon like his father?  It must be he had
willingly got into bed and watched her as she undressed.  He must want her
to do this, and she had never been able to say no.  Not when as child
prostitute the many clients took her mouth, or up the ass as their moods
dictated, nor when her husband had wanted to 'experiment' with clamps and
other 'toys'.  Yes it must be true, Jon was a growing boy and in her
alcohol fuzzed head he was like all the men she had known, desperate to
spend himself in her.  Smiling she slipped in next to Jon and looked at her
son as he lay there stock still, his two small hands gripping the edge of
the duvet tightly to his pale chest.  Slipping an arm around her son she
pulled him to her in a light embrace, the boy motionless unsure of what he
should do, the heat from his mother's bare flesh burning his where it
touched.  "Did I tell you that your Dad would not be home for another year
Jon?" "Yes a couple of weeks ago Mom" "I miss him so much you know sweety,
I love him so much.  Do you love him Jon?" she looked deep into her sons
eyes as she asked, and kissed him on the forehead as he nodded.

   "You remember when your Dad said you were to be the man of the house? 
You took that really seriously didn't you, and you really want to take his
place don't you son?" "Course mum, a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do"
Jon replied parroting the phrase that his father was fond of using.  Shelly
paused knowing that something was not right; her head felt funny a haze of
confusion blurring her mind.  For a moment she was unsure not just whether
to proceed, but how to proceed.  Still a lifetime of habit provided her a
course of action.  She eased the boys' hands off the duvet and threw it
back.  Jon lay still naked the whiteness of his body glistened in the
moonlight.  His chest showed the outline of his ribs, his stomach flat
dimpled only by a belly button that poked slightly out.  His penis and
balls were small and hairless, yet she felt a burst of motherly pride, they
looked so cute and sexy in a strange way.  They had an attraction that was
so often lost in the packages of fully grown man.  Shelly ran her hand down
the bony chest dipping a finger into the boys' belly button causing him to
squirm.  Her fingers trailed further until they reached the boys hairless
penis and began slowly to stroke along its length.  "Mom stop that it's not
right" Jon protested tears coming to his eyes.  "Well your cock says
otherwise sweetie" Shelly replied as her sons small willy hardened under
her experienced fingers.  She nuzzled the boys' neck and nipped his earlobe
gently before breathing hotly into the boys' ear.  Jon lay stock still not
moving an inch fearing what might happen as his mother swung over until she
now sat astride the boys thighs.  Jon's penis betrayed him; he hated what
his mother was doing to him.  Despite a passing interest in looking at some
girls in truth Jon had little interest in girls or 'sex' as his father had
explained to him in an excruciatingly embarrassing talk some 6 months ago.
Yet his penis was definitely hard now and the sensations he could not deny
rippling through his groin were overwhelming.  "Uhhhhhhh...Whhhaattttt are
you doing Mom" Jon watched in amazement as his mom shifted and bent down
until her head her lips beginning to lick and tongue his thingy.  Shelly
had leant down intending to deep throat her sons penis, until she realised
that that was impossible.  Her sons small willy barely penetrated past her
teeth.  She suppressed a giggle knowing from her time as prostitute that a
man's ego was a fragile thing.  Still she realised with surprise a small
cocklet this size was better.  It tasted so good, clean and fresh a small
of hint of urine but not too much, unlike his father's larger cock which
tasted much muskier and earthier.  With relish she nibbled and licked the
hardened nubbin her hands slowly caressing her sons trembling flanks. 
Judging the moment right Shelly stopped her blow job and knelt over the
boys erect penis and lowered her wet opening over the small pole.  She sank
allowing the pole to enter her, or at least graze the very edges of her
much too big vagina.  Shelly realised that her son was simply too small in
size to really penetrate her.  Still the eroticism of her deeds was
bringing her close to an orgasm and by rolling her hips she was able to
flick the boys' small cocklet against her clit.  With a grunt she rolled
over and positioned Jon atop her, her hands cupping her sons' buttocks
pulling the boy into a mockery of a missionary style fucking.  It did not
take long until she came, the boys willy's friction on her clit causing her
to grunt hotly.  Jon's eyes rolled in their sockets, tears trickling down
his cheek as he surrendered to his first real sexual orgasm, as he trusted
madly into his mother's cunt even without her helping hands.  Shelly threw
her head back and let out a scream as the first satisfying orgasm since her
hubby had left ripped through her.  Breathing Shelly slowly recovered and
kissed the now still boy who lay on top of her on his sweat stained
forehead and pressed him firmly to her bosom and, "You were magnificent my
little stud" she lied reassuringly.  Smiling she lay back her fingers
trailing to her own wet pussy and breathed contentedly "like father like
son" before slipping into her own sweet dreams.  

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   Chapter 3

"He's a rapist Shelly" the middle aged woman sat back her hand
shaking in feigned shock and fury as she placed the mug of coffee carefully
down.  Her mind calculating her plans even as she carefully acted out
anger. Shelly looked up through tear filled eyes at the woman who sat
opposite her, surprised at the usually mild mannered woman's apparent
anger. Donna was the wife of her husband's superior officer, and the two
women shared many mornings chatting and providing companionship for each
other when their husbands were away.  Shelly had confided to Donna what had
happened the day before when drunk she had found herself sleeping with her
son.  She did not know why she had done what she did.  Nor could she
understand how her night ended with her young son shaking to a dry orgasm
as he rode on top of his mother.  Shelly had expected Donna to scream and
possibly call the police and have her arrested, when she confessed what had
happened.  But Donna much to her surprise she took an entirely different
view.  "Yes raped you.  He came home found his mother depressed and worse
for drink, and then forced his vile urges on her when she could not resist.
Remember I have two teen boys myself I know how they are slaves to their
disgusting urges".  "But it wasn't like that.  I'm sure it wasn't...."
Shelly protested as she tried to piece together yesterday's events and find
some explanation for what happened.  "It was me Donna.  I...  I must have
forced the boy, but I don't know why..  I wouldn't do that please Donna you
have to believe me.." Shelly broke down sobbing.  "It's not your fault"
Donna hugged the sobbing woman "It's called survivor guilt.  You can't find
it in your heart to believe you son would do such a thing, so it must
somehow be your fault".  "But I don't want him taken away" Shelly wailed I
love him".  "But think.  What if he does it again?  What about Mary, Sarah
even.  If the boy would abuse his mother why not his sister?" Seeing Shelly
about to protest Donna put a finger on her lips, "But I agree we don't want
the boy taken to jail.  What we will do is punish the boy very severely
ourselves, and make sure he learns the appropriate behaviour for a small
boy.  I must warn you it won't be very pretty.  Rape is a very serious
crime.  So I must have your word you won't interfere and give me permission
to do anything, and I mean anything, that I think necessary to ensure your
son grows up right."

   Shelly tried to think, everything was happening so fast.  She did not
think Jon, was a rapist, he couldn't be, but it did happen and it was
plainly wrong.  "SHELLY" Donna spoke loudly shaking Shelly from her head
shaking confusion, "You must realise the alternative is jail, and possibly
even Sarah and Mary being taken away too." That clinched it Shelly gave in
and nodded her surrender to her friend who smiled broadly.  Donna knew how
boys should be treated.  She had no hesitation in whipping her own two
young boys soundly until they screamed for mercy even for minor
infractions, but to cure a boy as perverted as Jon now that would take
something a little more extreme she mused eagerly.  "Shelly I'm just
popping out to pick up my two boys.  I will then return and take Jon to
stay with me.  Just for a short while" Donna placated the distraught
mother, "I'll teach the boy some self-discipline over his disgusting male
urges like my own two boys possess.  Then he will be able to come back home
and you can be one big happy family, safe from that perverts lewd needs".

   Mary cuddled Sarah as they sat on the couch watching their mother stride
up and down in the lounge.  They had only returned home an hour ago and the
atmosphere in the house was plainly tense.  They both knew that there
mother had been on edge for weeks but today something seemed to have
happened, something bad.  "Where's Jon Mummy, what's happening?" Sarah
asked taking her thumb out of her mouth just long enough to speak before
popping it back in.  "Quiet Sarah.  Jon's upstairs and all that is
happening is that Jon is going to stay with Auntie Donna for a few days. 
He just needs some male company - boys his own age." Shelly trailed off as
she tried to hide the truth from her two daughters.  Fortunately for Shelly
a knock sounded at the door before any more questions were asked.  Opening
the door Donna strode past her two sons dutifully following her into the
house.  Shelly had always been unsure about her friends two boys, the two
seeming to possess a 'stepford wives' vibe.  They were handsome and polite
boys; Bradley was 16, pale blond hair cut in a severe crew-cut, and almost
6 ft.  tall already, well-muscled and every teenage girls dream.  The
younger boy Jamie was only 13 still a boy rather than a young adult like
his older brother, he still showed the promise of also turning into a fine
young man.  Mary bucked up when she saw the two boys.  She knew Jamie from
school where they were in the same year but different classes.  However
every girl knew his older brother.  The most handsome boy in school
obviously interested in girls yet never having dated.  Every girl Mary
included silently dreamt that they would be the one to finally catch the
young man's eye.  Shelly pulled Donna to one side and whispered in her ear.
"I've changed my mind Donna.  I remember now that it was my fault....owwww"
Shelly gasped at the pain as Donna clamped her shoulder in a vice like
grip, pulling her outside the room.  "No Donna, I don't think so; the boy
is coming with me.  I said no Donna" a sly smile crept over the 40 year
olds face "After all your husband is coming up for promotion to Major soon
isn't he.  How do you think the promotion board will view his application
if he is known his son is a rapist and he married to a whore?  Yes Shelly I
know about your, let's say colourful past, and so does my husband. 
Remember your husband was security vetted when he applied unsuccessfully
for that role in Intel.  Your secret does not have to come out, if you play
ball with me, otherwise think about it.  Do you really think there let a
whore who raped her son keep her children?  No didn't think you would." The
4 children watched as Shelly came back into the room and as Donna marched
up stairs curious looks on all their faces which Shelly studiously ignored,
silently fearing for what she had just allowed her son to go through. 
Donna opened the door a crack and spied Jon sitting with his back to her.
By now he had been allowed to dress and was wearing a pale blue t-shirt on
top of a pair of grey jogging bottoms.  Thrusting the door open Donna
stormed over to where Jon turned in shock.  Her strong hand whipped around
and caught a clump of his hair.  Twisting she forced the shocked boy to his
feet and began to literally drag him towards the door.  "Ow, Ow Auntie
Donna what are you doing.  Stop your hurting me" Jon protested as he felt
as if his scalp was being torn off of him.  "You dirty little pervert"
Donna shouted in the boys' face causing him to cry in fear.  With a vicious
slap she caught Jon across his cheek leaving a bright red hand print;
before Jon could react Donna swung her hand back in a backhanded blow to
the other cheek stunning the boy who would have fallen had Donna not held
him up by his hair.  "Listen to me child" Donna hissed into the boys red
tear stained face "I know what you did with your mother, you perverted
little shit.  Boys your age should have no interest in sex.  Oh I know you
can't keep your hands from your little pricks, but I have a cure for that.
But to think a boy your age would dare to have sex with a woman. 
Unforgivable who do you think you are a man, don't make me laugh boy.  So
trust me child you will learn that there is a price to pay for overstepping
the line.  You will find out what it feels like to be raped to have a cock
forced up you without as much as a by your leave." "But I didn't Donna it
was all Mum's idea" Jon begged as he was dragged down the stairs and into
the room where Shelly sat crying her face hidden, and the 4 children looked
on in terror.  "DON'T LIE" Donna heavily cuffed the boy felling him to the
floor.  Donna now stood over the terrified Jon recoiling in horror as she
saw that he had wet himself in fear.  Reaching into her pocket she drew out
a sharp knife and methodically cut the clothes from the cowering boy, until
finally leaving him naked lying in the centre of the room.  Donna stepped
forward and placed her foot firmly on Jon's damp groin.  She slowly
increased the pressure, crushing the boys' testicles deep into his pubic
bone causing him to gasp and squirm.  "Do you want me to stop?" Donna asked
staring down at the boys now tear stained face, noting the still red marks
adorning both cheeks.  The pain in his little balls was too much for Jon to
speak, but he managed a nod as he felt his balls feel like they would pop.
"As you wish" Donna smiled as she raised her foot.  Then before Jon could
react she lashed the foot forward so hard into his already tortured
testicles his entire body was moved several inches across the floor.  Donna
slipped a hand into her skirt and gently felt her pussy as she stood over
the shaking gagging boy who lay curled in a tight ball at her feet.  With a
sigh she knew that there would be time for her fun later.  With a grunt she
lifted the boy to his feet and bodily helped the gasping boy down the
stairs and into the room where his family awaited him.  For a few moments
the room was silent save for the sobs issuing from Shelly who slowly rocked
in the corner her arms hugging her knees and her face hidden.  The spell
was broken when Donna curtly ordered her two sons to take the boy from her.
In short order Jon found himself held by the arms, and being frog marched
by the boys following their mother to where their vehicle awaited.  

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   Chapter 4

Jon bounced up and down banging his head painfully once more
against the roof of the truck as the vehicle finally pulled to a juddering
stop.  He had been manhandled into the trunk by Donna and her two sons with
little concern for his well-being; the last scene he saw before the
darkness engulfed him was the grinning face of Donna and the shamefaced
looks on the two boys as the darkness took him.  By the length of time he
had been jostled in the trunk he guessed that he had been taken to Donna's
home, a guess that was proven correct when the trunk was opened and he was
dragged to his feet on the long driveway leading to Donna's home.  Looking
around Jon could see that the driveway meandered through the middle a large
secluded lawn, the evening sun now dipping behind the row of tall trees
arranged around the garden.  The house they had pulled up in front of was a
large well-built home fronted by clean white stone, a most impressive house
as befitted the officer in charge of the nearby army base.  Jon had last
been to the house just a month ago when Colonel Stopford, Donna's husband,
had returned for a short time from his tour of duty.  Donna had taken the
opportunity to hold a small event with the local army wives to which his
mother had been invited, However Jon conceded when he had attended at that
time he had been fully dressed in his Sunday finest, whereas today he found
himself being rudely shoved up the gravel path completely naked, the loose
gravel of the drive digging painfully into the soles of his feet. 
Stumbling on the gravel he fell forward his hands and knees crushing into
the unforgiving gravel a cry issuing from his lips at the pain.  A moment
later Jon fell further forward aided by a hefty blow to his exposed
backside.  "Oooofffff" Jon fell forward his bony chest joining his skinned
knees and palms in a chorus of pain.  Jon looked back at Donna, who had
kicked him hard in the backside causing his second fall, in hurt
accusation. "Get up boy before I really lose my temper and do something we
will both regret" Donna laughed bending down.  Aiding the boy to stand by
hooking two fingers into the Jon's' nostrils and heaving the boy up, who
struggled to his feet in order to prevent his nose from being ripped off.
Pulling her fingers loose she wiped them clean on the boys' cheek, laughing
at the trailing snot that she left dribbling down Jon's face.  Still
laughing she caught Jon by the arm pulling him after her towards the side
of the house where the entrance to the kitchen lay.  Jon looked around the
kitchen absently rubbing his arm where Donna's hand had gripped him so
tightly it had left a red mark.  The kitchen was dominated by a large pine
kitchen table at which Donna had seated herself picking up a sheaf of
writing paper that lay there.  "Stand over there" Donna ordered pointing to
the other end of the table.  Conscious of his nudity and the fact that two
older boys stood close at hand Jon did as he was bid, believing that now
was perhaps not the best time to consider disobedience.  "And move those
things out of the way; stand straight to attention, arms to your side". 
Jon complied his hands moving away from covering his small genitals where
they had reflexively gone as if to protect him as he stood in front of this
dangerous woman.  "Now Jon" Donna continued when she was finally satisfied
with the boys posture, "You are staying with me because you obviously
cannot control your vile boy urges.  A lack of control that caused you to
do...unsavoury things with your mother, acts which frankly should be
unthinkable for a child your age.  In discussion with your mother it has
been agreed that I will train you in self-control.  Should you manage to
learn self-control then it may be possible for you to return to your
family. If you cannot" a sick smile crossed Donna's face, "then control
will be forced upon you.  Show them what I mean Bradley." The 16 year old
boy looked like he was going to risk but only for a moment, the look on his
mother's face indicating that any reluctance would be unwise.  Bradley
stepped into the middle of the room and pulled his t-shirt off revealing a
well-muscled body, with a sulky look that Bradley only managed to half hide
he lowered his pants and stepped out of them and then slowly walked over to
stand next to his mother.  Jon noted two things immediately.  The first was
that the teenager was not wearing any underwear.  The second was that the
boys' large penis was encased in a plastic tube.  A tube that completely
covered the boys' penis forcing it to bend down a metal tie hooked the
device around the large painfully swollen testicles of the boy.  "That is a
chastity belt Jon.  It is designed to prevent your disgusting boy parts
from becoming erect and thus being used as a method of self-abuse or as a
weapon against the female sex.  My first thought had been simply to cut you
disgusting pee pee off solving the problem for good, fortunately for you
boy your mother insisted that we call that plan 'B'.  After that I had
thought to fit you with a belt but I fear that would be too late.  Bradley
has worn one since I caught him playing with himself when he was 11, but
that was before he could even conceive of molesting a woman like you did.
Even if Bradley is no threat to innocent girls onanism is a sin and quite
unacceptable, therefore Bradley was fitted with this wonderful device, and
I as his loving mother ensure that his mind is not affected by abnormal
sexual urges and that his prostate is milked weekly to ensure his pipes are
cleaned out.  Jon was unsure what onanism meant but thought he could guess,
a wave of sympathy for the 16 year old boy came to Jon, as he thought of
going through puberty excluded from the one activity that most preoccupied
all boys of that age.  Donna ignored Jon spending her time casually
fondling her sons' muscular buttocks, a finger gently caressing the outside
of the chastity belt.  Such an action had the effect of hardening Bradley's
penis, as Donna intended, until he groaned in pain as the belt constricted
his penis and prevented his erection.  "I had planned to fit you with one
of Bradleys' or Jamie's' old belts to control yourself." Donna continued.
Jon looked over to where Jamie stood seeing a blush spread across the boy's
cheek confirming to Jon that Jamie also wore such a device.  "However you
need to take responsibility for your urges child, and the fear is that a
pervert like you may somehow find a way out of any chastity belt and force
himself on some innocent young girl.  No in your case I believe the
opposite tack may be more appropriate.  Yes I believe it would be
instructive for you to be forced into unwanted sexual activities several
times a day until you learn just how painful unwanted sexual attention can
be.  Then you may have some empathy for your poor mother and what she
suffered at your hand." Donna was panting now her hand having strayed down
to her eldest son's testicles, fondling them with increasing firmness,
ignoring the boys squirming discomfit.  "But I forget myself" Donna
released her son who gave an audible gasp of relief, "First things first I
must explain the rules of your stay in this house, and" a smile broke out
on her face, "the results of not obeying them Jon darling." Jon shuffled
his feet as he watched Donna take a pair of spectacles from a pocket and
placing them upon her nose began to read.  "Obey these little rules Jon and
your time here will go much easier, understand?  You must show the utmost
respect to all other residents and guests of this house.  You are to remain
naked at all times, unless I have given permission otherwise.  You are not
to speak to me unless in response to a direct question.  You are never to
have an erection in front of a woman unless ordered to do so.  When ordered
to obtain an erection you must do so within 30 seconds and maintain that
erection until told.  You are only allowed to orgasm when permitted to do
so by me or another adult.  When ordered to do so you must reach orgasm
within 10 seconds." Donna pushed her glasses back up her nose and looked at
Jamie who had raised his hand.  "Yes what is it son, can't you see I am
busy?" she asked tetchily as her rising excitement at the thoughts of what
she would inflict on the boy suddenly interrupted.  "Why does he get to
have erections and orgasms and such?  It's not fair I have never, ever been
allowed, not once.  And it wasn't even me it was Brad who was playing with
himself not me" Jamie pouted his anger and frustration overcoming his
common sense in speaking so to his mother.  Donna's face clouded in fury at
her son's insubordination.  "How dare you Jamie.  Just because Jon is here
do not think that you will be permitted to talk so to me.  Now go to the
basement and fetch the punishment whip, the heavy punishment whip.  I will
deal with you after I have finished with Jon" Donna thundered.  Jamie burst
into tears and ran from the room as Donna shouted at him.  Jon watched in
astonished fear at the sight.  Like most boys his age he knew spankings
were still common, after all he had had a few, but the sound of 'heavy
punishment whip' suggested something more than a few spanks on the botty.
Donna controlled herself with a visible effort before sitting down and once
more picking up the list of special rules she had prepared for Jon's
benefit.  "Now where was I...Oh yes here we go.  You are never to refuse me
or any other adult in this house, or any one authorised by such an adult
access to any part of your body at anytime, anywhere.  Permission to go to
toilet, wash, eat or undertake any bodily function must be asked for, and
you will be closely monitored at all such activities, to ensure no hanky
panky.  You will apply yourself to the variety of physical exercises that I
have prepared for you.  As hopefully you will be so tired that you lustful
urges will be more easily controlled.  So Jon if you follow these few
simple rules then your stay here will be as painful as could reasonably be
expected.  Do you understand?" "Yes Ma'am" Jon replied understanding the
rules quite well, the difficulty he was having was believing them. 
Fortunately for Jon he was interrupted by the return of the still crying
Jamie before he could query the woman's mad rules.  "That's good timing
Jamie.  We can now demonstrate what happens to little boys who forget their
manners or in your case Jon" she nodded to Jon who did not see as his
attention was firmly focused on what Jamie was holding, "on little boys who
break the rules." Jon watched as Jamie walked over to the table dropping
the bulky object he carried onto the table with a thunk.  Obviously well
practiced in what awaited him Jamie immediately stripped naked.  The clear
chastity cage he wore around his penis identical to his older brothers just
quite a bit smaller.  Jamie then laid face down on the table his encased
penis just dangling off the end, legs wide apart.  Donna watched until her
son was in position before standing and picking up the object that Jamie
had dropped.  Without turning she ordered Bradley to ready the cleansing
solution, who upon hearing this walked quickly towards a large fridge
freezer that sat purring away quietly in a corner of the kitchen.  For a
moment Donna ran her fingers through the object feeling tingles ripple
through her already damp pussy.  She was she knew a sadist and obtained
much pleasure from inflicting pain, particularly upon her sons. 
Unfortunately her husband had restrained her from going too far with their
children, forbidding some of the more extreme punishments that she spent
many hours inventing.  It was for this reason that Donna had nearly leapt
in joy when Shelly foolishly confided her mistake to her.  Donna knew that
she could have used the indiscretion to make punish Shelly severely. 
However she soon went a step further and knowing the weakness of Shelly and
used it as an opportunity to give her access to Jon's defenceless body.  In
truth she preferred torturing children, their innocence being so much
higher, and their tolerance of pain so much lower.  Having two boys herself
she would have preferred to enjoy herself with sweet little Sarah's body,
or even Mary's.  However she would settle for Jon, perhaps she purred to
herself there will be the opportunity to get my hands on the girls as well.
Shaking herself back to the present she walked to where Jon stood and
dangled the ominous looking martinet before his eyes.  "This Jon is a
martinet.  Have you heard of them?  No.  Well they are rare outside of
France.  It is a small heavy whip with 10 strips of leather designed
specifically to punish small naughty boys who question their mother." Donna
stated swishing the martinet back and forth for a few moments.  'Boy that
is a very specific whip' thought Jon sarcastically 'Those French think of
everything.' Fortunately Jon was neither foolish nor brave enough to give
voice to those thoughts.  Donna caressed the smooth handle a full 10 inches
long and 2 inches in diameter, a most appropriate size for Donna to enjoy
in private after punishing her children with it.  "Now of course tough
young boys like mine" Donna continued slapping her 13 year olds pale
buttock would laugh off something as simple as a martinet.  After all some
parents frequently use them on very young children no more than 4 or 5
years of age.  No full grown children of your age need something a little
more instructive, that's why I have added a little something extra.  Jon
looked closer in morbid curiosity and saw interweaved along each of the
supple strips of leather was a metallic strip.  The strip of wire Jon noted
would easily turn a nasty tool of discipline into a flesh ripping weapon of
boy destruction.  "Now Jon Jamie here was disrespectful to me which would
normally warrant a severe punishment.  However given the stressful day we
have all had I am willing to make allowances and only give him the mildest
punishment given in this house.  What is that Jamie?" "A dozen licks Mum"
Jamie replied his voice sniffly and snotty following his tears.  Donna
grunted acceptance of the boy's response never taking her eyes of Jon. 
"Now Jon I want you to pay careful attention as I am absolutely certain you
will find yourself in a similar position very soon" Donna purred her
fingers caressing the rounded tip of the martinet.  As directed by a wave
of Donna's hand he moved to one side his eyes fastened on the pale buttocks
of the 13 year old boy bending over the table in front of him.  Jon noted
that his buttocks appeared to a have a number of pale white scar marks
across them, that Jon suspected rightly came from the boys many previous
beatings.  His gaze trailed down to examine the young boys testicles their
hairless beauty only marred by a small bar that held the boys chastity belt
in place.  Jon compared them to the older brother's testicles that spouted
a thick patch of blond pubic hairs, as Bradley came to stand next to his
mother, one hand holding a jar of some unknown substance, the other what
looked like a paint brush.  Jon's examination abruptly stopped as Donna
without warning raised her hand back and lashed a blow with all her might
against her son's buttocks.  The metal encrusted strips covered the small
boys buttocks completely, and when the lashes were withdrawn Jon could see
a number of deep red marks, a few spotted darker with pinpricks of blood.
Fwisssh, THUDDD....  Jamie's body stiffened as the 2nd blow hit the already
ravaged bum.  Jon felt sick as he saw a few streaks of blood appear of the
lashes were withdrawn for another stroke.  Two more quick strokes were
driven into the boy who somehow managed to bear them without uttering a
sound, though his upper body twisted and his mouth seemed to give of a
silent scream of pain.  Jon felt his bladder tremble at the sight of
Jamie's wealed and bloody buttocks.  The entire area from tailbone to the
area where bum become thigh was a bright red hue, marred with half a dozen
streaks of blood where the metal strips had sliced into the flesh.  "Now
Bradley will apply some anti-infection cream to prevent any infection"
Donna explained "The solution is a combination of ground rock salt crystal
and lemon juice in a honey base.  All three of these ingredients are good
natural infection preventers.  You see Jon I don't want to hurt my
children" Donna showed no indication of any irony in her words "A boys
punishment should sting a little bit not result in permanent harm." Donna
nodded to Bradley who dipped the brush into the pot and withdrew the brush
now dripping with a thick golden coloured fluid.  Moving to his brother
Bradley applied the brush in slow strokes up and down the cheeks thickly
coating the boys abused cheeks.  The effect was instantaneous at first
Jamie grunted as the lemon juice began seeping into the wounds.  When the
ground salt began to have its effect a low moan built from the boy's throat
until a sobbing screech of agony came from his lips, despite his desperate
efforts, as evidenced by a trickle of blood from a bitten lower lip, to
keep quiet.  "Arrrrggghhhh it burns, it burns, stop it, stop it
pleasseeee." Jamie begged to no effect.  "Jamie you know better than to
speak during punishment" Donna spoke calmly "That means 3 penalty strokes,
hands back and prepare child." Jamie reluctantly moved his hands back and
pulled his bleeding cheeks apart allowing his small pink starfish of an
anus to appear.  "You see Jon boys in this household are required to show
manly resolve in enduring their righteous punishment.  Squealing like a
little girl is not allowed." As Donna stopped speaking she flicked the
martinet, more gently than before, directly onto Jamie's poopy hole.  A
suppressed grunt issued from Jamie who managed to endure the stinging cut
to his now sore hole, a feat that grew harder with the next two equally
accurate stinging flicks.  With relief Jamie finally let go of his spread
cheeks and gripped the edge of the table once more to await the remaining 8
blows.  The remaining 8 blows and two applications of agony inducing honey
took over ½ an hour to apply.  Jamie despite incredible, to Jon's eye'
endurance broke down twice more, resulting in a further 6 painful slicing
cuts to his anus.  The final set of three finally causing an ooze of blood
to seep from the boys' anus.  Jon nearly lost control of his bladder as he
watched this 'mild' punishment proceed.  Watching as trickles of blood
streaked honey dripped down the 13 year old legs making it appear as if the
boy had suffered a case of bloody diarrhoea.  Finally satisfied as she
delivered the last blow Donna handed the martinet to Bradley and ordered
him to wipe the blood off of the metalled blades and return it to the
basement.  Then she helped her son to his weak kneed feet and kissed him
gently on the cheek.  "Well done my love" she cooed into the boy's ear, the
slime from her own secret orgasm she had enjoyed as she flogged her son
trickling into her panties.  Long practiced in flogging her sons she had
soon learnt to hide her enjoyment, to prevent her husband questioning her
parenting motives when he watched his wife regularly beat his sons.  "Jon
help Jamie up to his room, he will show you where it is.  For tonight you
will stay in the boys room, after tonight I will make a decision as to
where you will sleep." Her tongue licked her lips suggestively "and both of
you remember no horseplay.  Otherwise I will have to punish both of you
more severely."