mammal

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The stench was growing stronger, and David knew this batch of experiments would undoubtedly be another pile of garbage. Looking at the blue liquid in the beaker, he knew that, like the previous six attempts, the fate of these failed experiments was singular: flushed down the toilet. With his talent for chemistry, this shouldn't be the case. He had even hoped to use the results of his experiments to participate in the high school science conference.
His original plan was to create some special odors to influence the behavior of mammals. It should be a fairly simple experiment, at least that's what he initially thought. But when he actually conducted the experiment, the hope of success became increasingly slim.
So far, the little hamster he named "Fluffy" had never reacted to his experiments. Or rather, the only reaction it had shown was his sister's yelling at him over the past few weeks, complaining about the stench emanating from the basement. David's mother actually agreed with his sister's complaints, but out of consideration for his studies, she allowed him to continue the incredibly smelly experiment until his homework was due.
Carrying the stinking experiments, David grumbled as he went upstairs. He was utterly disappointed that his idea had turned out this way. As he passed the kitchen, his sister interrupted his grumbling, "What's that?" she asked, pointing to the beaker.
"Garbage," David replied irritably, meaning that this stuff would soon be flushed down the toilet like its ancestors. He walked past his sister without looking up, hurrying away.
With a dull flush, the bright blue liquid disappeared into the toilet. David sighed and decided to return to the lab to make some more attempts before dinner. When he went down to the basement, he was surprised to find his sister, Kerry, sniffing something intensely in his lab. This was unprecedented; she always scoffed at his so-called experiments, either calling him a bookworm or saying he was just playing house and shouldn't take it seriously.
"Do you still have those things? Those smells from earlier,"
David snatched his chemistry book from her hand, looking rather annoyed with her. "What does it smell like?"
His sister's question only added to his confusion. David asked back as he passed the stool she was sitting on in front of the lab table.
His lab table was already messy, and Kerry's earlier rummaging had made it even more chaotic.
"That blue one. The one you made earlier. I like that one." Her golden hair swayed slightly across her face as she smiled. No matter how angry David was with her, he couldn't deny how alluring her slender face was. If you looked further down, you could see the undershirt bulging with her young breasts, or the jeans that hugged the perfect curves of her hips. But as her own brother, he would never admit to anyone how much he admired his sister's body, especially not to himself.
"That one. I thought it smelled worse than the previous ones, so..." He saw his sister blink, "I threw it away." He turned away, thinking the pointless conversation should end there.
"Could you make more, little brother David?"
Little brother David? How could she be so interested in something even the experimenter herself couldn't stand?
“Oh? I think so. But why do you want me to do more?” He noticed that Kerry was unconsciously tugging at her hair, a rare sight of a shy little girl. However, David was still quite annoyed by his sister’s strange behavior, especially since she had entered his lab without his permission.
“I kind of like that. Or, I could use it to make perfume or something.”
Are you kidding me?! Using that stuff to make perfume, would anyone be able to breathe within thirty feet of her? “I have to get to work now, get out of here, Kerry!” His voice started to rise, and of course he knew that Kerry’s reply would definitely be even louder. Based on his experience over the past ten years, whenever the two of them were alone in a room, a high-volume bombardment was always inevitable.
This time was slightly different. Kerry just pouted and quietly left. It was quite strange; David had never received such treatment before.
(II)
“What’s that smell?” David’s mother asked eagerly as soon as he entered the kitchen. Obviously, she had just returned home and had just stepped into the room.
Kerry eagerly answered, “It’s David’s new experiment. I kind of like the smell this time, what about you, Mom?” David noticed that his sister had already changed into her pajamas, something that would never happen before bedtime. Her long blonde hair was a little disheveled, as if she had just taken a shower.
“Oh, really, David,” his mother smiled at him, “I don’t know if you consider this a success, but the smell is definitely…special.” Kerry nodded eagerly beside him. “Not in a good or bad way, just a little different from other smells.” She hung up her coat and handbag, then helped her daughter set the table.
David was still dejected about his failure, yelling, “Those things are gone, I flushed them down the toilet.” He plopped down at the table, his afternoon’s work leaving him listless.
Kerry continued, “He threw them all away, and I just begged him to make more.” The two ladies looked at him expectantly.
"Hmm, right! David, why don't you make more? Um, what do you call it?"
Today's pre-dinner conversation was truly refreshing. He'd already said it was all flushed away, so why were his mother and sister still nagging? Not to mention that blue liquid smelled awful; were they both catching a cold? "No name, I call it 'garbage,'" he replied casually, since it didn't matter; he'd already disposed of all the garbage. "I don't have time to make that stuff. I have lab assignments to hand in, and I don't have any new ideas right now."
A few minutes later, dinner was piled on the table. David ate heartily, oblivious to the fact that his sister hadn't even touched her food. The three of them ate in silence. For David, this was a good time to reflect on his past experiments and examine whether his initial hypothesis was flawed.
Based on his theoretical knowledge, he should have been able to obtain the odor he needed in the previous experiments, if successful.
David couldn't help but feel excited, suddenly filled with hope again. His original intention was to create antidotes to bad habits, such as helping people quit smoking, lose weight, or reform criminals. He couldn't help but calculate the wealth that success might bring him. But the thought of the product of his last experiment annoyed him. It stank! Suddenly, even his interest in calculating future wealth faded.
Finally, David finished his dinner and looked up to see his sister staring blankly into the air, her hands under the table. His mother had unbuttoned the top of her shirt, one hand gently scratching the skin above her breasts. Her other hand mechanically put food from the plate into her mouth, dropping it several times without her noticing.
Even through their clothes, David could clearly see the two women's nipples standing erect. Kerry was obviously not wearing a bra. His mother's large breasts were somewhat disproportionate to her slender and alluring figure, rising and falling with her breath.
“Mom?”
Her mother shook her head. “What is it, darling?”
Kerry seemed to snap out of her daze as well. Her face was flushed red for some reason, and her hands were trembling involuntarily. Furthermore, the way she looked at David struck him as very strange.
"Are you alright?"
"Oh... I'm fine." His mother chuckled softly. David had never heard his mother laugh like that before, and he saw that her face was as red as Kerry's. "Could you make some more of that 'junk'?" she asked, swallowing hard. Hearing her words, Kerry's eyes widened immediately, looking expectantly at her brother.
"We'll talk about it next week," he said, utterly confused. "Let me finish my homework first."
"Why so long?" Kerry asked.
Before David could answer, his mother interrupted, "No, it makes perfect sense. We'll talk about it after you finish your homework, David."
(III)
That night, before David fell asleep, he heard some strange noises. It was a low moan coming from his mother's room. At first, he tried to ignore it, then guessed that his mother might be having a nightmare.
Finally, he decided to go down and see what was going on. Remembering the behavior of the two ladies in the house at dinner, he was worried that they might have eaten something bad.
Standing outside his mother's door, he heard the moan more clearly; it was definitely his mother's voice. Was she sick? Afraid of disturbing his mother's sleep, David gently pushed the door open a crack and peeked in.
His mother lay alone in the middle of the bed, her pajamas rolled up to her neck. Her legs were spread wide, knees bent. Despite the dim light, David could clearly see her hands frantically rubbing between her legs.
Was his mother masturbating? David's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
He quickly closed the door, trembling in front of his only family member's bedroom. His mind was still filled with the image of his mother clenching her teeth, an expression only seen after extreme exhaustion. He remembered the frantic movements of her hands, her hips occasionally thrusting upwards. The glistening sweat on her forehead, the way she licked her lips—these images flashed through David's mind like a slideshow. He felt his penis harden.
Quietly returning to the second floor, he stopped in front of Kerry's door. After a moment's thought, he gently pushed open his sister's door. He began to wonder why the two ladies were behaving so strangely that evening, for lying before him was his sister, who was fast asleep and completely naked.
Kerry's bed was a mess, but she lay there unconcerned, completely naked. She was facing away from the door, with a pillow between her legs. Even though he only saw her snow-white back and full buttocks, David was still startled and hurriedly closed his sister's door.
The young man in the hallway seemed at a loss, and his mother's voice downstairs was noticeably louder.
Why were they acting like this? They'd been acting strangely since dinner. His mother was completely out of sorts today. And Kerry had become much more docile. All of this completely confused the young man's logic.
(IV)
The next day, everything returned to normal. But David missed the quiet time at dinner the previous night. He was still groggy when he entered the bathroom early in the morning, only to be completely awakened by Kerry's screams. Then came his mother's scolding, about how the two siblings should behave, which David found extremely annoying.
After finally recovering from the chaotic morning, David was already in the biology classroom.
Calming down, a hypothesis suddenly popped into his head. Why did Mom and Sister behave so strangely yesterday? It must be because of "garbage"! Their only topic of conversation last night was "garbage," and they kept asking him to make more. Just then, David heard his biology teacher say, "Some scents produce different reactions in different organisms." So he decided to make more "garbage"!
But why did Mom and Sister react that way? It must be that the scent had some kind of chemical reaction with their gonads. They both became incredibly thirsty after smelling it. Oh, right, Furry is a male rat, and such a small mammal probably doesn't have enough gonads to react to the scent.
The hours suddenly felt incredibly long. Finally, the three o'clock bell rang, and David rushed home to start making the second batch of "garbage."
(V)
Because his mother seemed to react more strongly to the scent yesterday, David decided to experiment on her first. He resolved not to let the experiment drag on too long. Once his experimental subject proved effective, he would immediately stop, complete the experimental record, and that was all he planned to do that day.
A little while before bedtime, Kerry, as usual, was the first to go to bed, while his mother sat in the living room reading. David sat opposite her, secretly opening his newly completed experimental subject and hiding it among a pile of magazines. Then he pretended to read as well.
After only a few seconds, his mother began to shift her position, seemingly uncomfortable. Then she unbuttoned several buttons of her shirt, her tongue constantly licking her lips. David peeked secretly from behind the book in his hands; for several minutes, his mother made no further move. Just as he was beginning to doubt whether his earlier hypothesis might be incorrect, he heard his mother groan… not from fatigue or satisfaction, but unmistakably the same groan as the previous night. Although she was still struggling to hold the book, pretending to read, her eyes were closed.
“I’m going to the kitchen to get something to eat. Do you need anything, Mom?” David put down his book and stood up.
“Hmm?” His mother opened her eyes and looked her son up and down. “Okay, anything, as long as it’s wet.” She unconsciously emphasized the word “wet.”
David left for about two minutes to allow his mother more time to focus on his test. When he returned, although everything seemed normal, the atmosphere was noticeably strange. He looked around. Under the sofa, a corner of his mother’s underwear was crumpled up. Her shirt looked badly wrinkled, and her skirt was pulled up past her knees. A stench like rotten fish filled the air, and David knew exactly what it was.
His mother finally couldn’t help but ask, “Darling, did you make some ‘garbage’ again?” She sounded extremely agitated.
“Yes. I remember bringing it up, but I don’t know where I put it. After what you said yesterday, I think that stuff doesn’t smell so bad anymore. Maybe I should try using the fluff again. What do you think?”
Mother licked her lips again. “I really like the smell.” She looked around and said, “Darling, why don’t you go to bed earlier?”
“I haven’t finished reading my book yet.”
“Then why don’t you go to your room to read it? You can finish reading it and then go to sleep, wouldn’t that be better?” In just a few words, she had already changed positions several times.
“Okay, okay, I’ll go up after I finish this chapter.” David understood that she needed to be alone, but he hesitated about whether to stop the experimental observation.
Finally, he decided to leave and stood up. “Goodnight, Mom.” As usual, he bent down and kissed her cheek, which resulted in her having an orgasm. David didn’t feel any pain from the orgasm, but the way she tried to control her body made her face turn bright red.
David stopped just as he was out of his mother's sight, and almost simultaneously, the familiar moaning sound rang out again. This time, however, the moaning was accompanied by the creaking of the sofa springs. Without even seeing it, David could guess that she was doing what she had done the night before. Also, just like the night before, David's lower body became erect again, but he kept telling himself that it was just an experiment, just an experiment.
(VI)
Saturday was a day off from school, and David was busy in his lab early in the morning. The beaker used for the "experiment" the night before was still hidden in the magazine pile, but the "garbage" inside had all evaporated. The house was spotless, and the underwear on the floor was nowhere to be found.
His mother didn't come down for breakfast; she slept all morning. When she did get up, she always deliberately avoided David. David guessed she was probably just too shy. So, the two of them were busy with their own things until, in the afternoon, when Kerry went out for her cricket practice, his mother came downstairs into David's small lab.
“David, darling.”
David was quite surprised by his mother’s arrival. He looked up and said, “Oh, Mom.”
She glanced at her son, her voice trembling, “I was thinking…”
“What, Mom?”
“…I was wondering if you had any extra ‘garbage’?” After saying this, she seemed to let out a long sigh of relief, as if a huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders, but she still avoided looking directly at David.
This question shocked the young inventor. No matter how much his mother liked the scents he had created, he hadn’t expected her to ask for more so directly. Of course, David still had many experimental samples; yesterday’s experiment had only used a small portion of them, but he wasn’t sure if he should give them to her. Unconsciously, he picked up the bottle full of “garbage” and looked up at his mother.
“I do have some, but I don’t think I can give it to you.” He said this with confusion, unsure of his mother’s current feelings, why she was so obsessed with the “garbage,” and too afraid to tell her that he didn’t want to give it to her in order to stop her from masturbating.
She looked at the flask in his hand, her eyes seemingly shining. After slowly licking her lips, she decided to change her strategy. “Yes, this is it, David, give it to me now.” She tried to appear serious, but David saw pleading in her eyes. “Listen, young man!” she gasped. “If you don’t give me what you have, you’ll be grounded for a week. Understand?”
What was going on? His mother had never been serious at home, nor had she ever spoken to him or Kerry like this. A rebellious spirit surged within the young man. “No.”
His mother seemed startled. David wasn’t sure if the smell would cause any permanent damage, especially since the victims were his mother and sister. He knew what the “garbage” in his hands could do, and he didn’t want things to spiral out of control.
His mother had changed. Although her eyes still looked the same, David could sense that she wasn’t as “rigid” as before. What he didn’t know was that her change was actually more profound.
She placed her hands on him, and David felt his mother gently pressing on his shoulders. Then she leaned in and gently kissed his cheek, whispering in his ear, "Please, David." He didn't answer, but couldn't help doubting the effects of his experimental subjects. A hoarse voice reached his ears again, "You can ask me to do anything!"
David didn't understand the meaning behind "anything," but he knew his mother was seducing him for the foul liquid he called "garbage." No woman had ever done anything like this in front of him before; David felt every nerve in his body tighten. He had no idea how to answer. While spying on his mother and sister's bodies excited him, real physical contact was something he'd never even dreamed of.
The experiment had spiraled out of his control. His mother seemed completely addicted, becoming a…slut. David's confusion grew. He knew the best course of action was to destroy all the "garbage," torn up all the experimental notes, but a voice stopped him, a voice from the depths of his heart.
Overwhelmed with tension, David remained silent. Even without looking directly at his mother, he could feel her smug smile.
“I just want a little bit, darling.” Her hand slid slowly down his shoulder until it rested on his heaving chest. “I know you’re looking at me, I’m not blind. You’ve seen what that smell is like, what I feel when I smell it, haven’t you, darling?” Her hand moved down further, her slender fingers beginning to circle his lower abdomen.
David froze, sitting upright, his mother’s teasing making him breathless.
“I know I’m somewhat attractive, do you think I’m pretty, David?” She paused, but David didn’t give her an answer. Her hand didn’t stop at his lower abdomen, but continued down until it firmly grasped his crotch. Even through the thick cotton jeans, she could feel the unique masculine throbbing.
“What you don’t understand is… I can do more for ‘trash’.” She pulled David closer with her other hand, then flipped his palm and pressed it tightly against her crotch. The hand that had been gripping David's crotch now deliberately tightened its grip, causing his penis to rub against the rough fabric of his clothes, making him wince in pain for a moment. "Is there anything you need me to do for you, darling?" she said, licking his ear, her plump buttocks pressed against his hand, swaying and rubbing the wet heat of her vulva against his hand.
"Mom?!" David remained seated, stunned, but he felt he would do anything for this woman now. Having never been with a woman before, he understood what she was doing, but couldn't grasp that the power was actually in his hands.
"Just give me some, David, please!"
He reluctantly pulled his hand from between her legs and picked up a small bottle filled with a foul-smelling liquid.
As he pulled the stopper, his mother took a deep breath and sighed contentedly. “This is it, darling…” Her hands were groping over his jeans. “If you can make Mommy happy, Mommy will…” Her hands finally unzipped his pants, releasing his erect penis, “…and make you happy.”
Before she could finish speaking, she knelt down and took his entire penis into her mouth. She sucked and licked it hungrily, stroking it rapidly, while David heard the same moans from the night before again.
David gasped in surprise, overwhelmed with unbelievable excitement. A voice inside him told him it was all fake. It wasn’t his mother giving him oral sex, but rather his experimental subject controlling her actions. But another voice, fueled by adolescent hormones, clamored with animalistic impulses, beastly desires.
He reached out, and even though his mother showed no sign of stopping, David still held her head, hoping to prolong this wonderful pleasure. Watching her suck so earnestly, David understood that they both shared the same desire.
His climax arrived; as his semen gushed out, he felt all his resistance and energy being released with it. His mother didn't waste a single drop, making gurgling sounds as she swallowed. After what felt like an eternity, she finally stood up, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, grabbed a sealed bottle of "trash" medicine, and quickly left the laboratory. David hadn't recovered from his orgasm, panting heavily, pondering what had just happened.
(VII)
About an hour later, David stood outside his mother's bedroom door. Since it was just the two of them, David could hear his mother's music without difficulty: her humming, her sobs, the screeching of the mattress, and finally, her high-pitched scream. When all the sounds stopped, David was already standing outside his mother's door.
The young man didn't knock, as if he didn't want to disturb his mother's sleep that night; he gently pushed the door open.
His mother lay naked, covered only by a thin sheet. Her skin glistened with sweat. Her body trembled slightly, and her eyes stared blankly at the ceiling.
David smelled several odors in the room; the most obvious was the stench of "garbage," and the medicine bottles beside the bed were all empty. He also smelled his mother's sweat and a strange odor, though he didn't know what it was, but he guessed it was probably the smell of a woman after an orgasm. Even standing in the hallway watching her from afar, he felt his penis harden again.
Across the hall, a woman nearing forty slowly looked down from the ceiling; she saw her son. Her eyes no longer held the excitement they had shown moments before, even though his erection was so obvious. David looked into her eyes, and her clear blue pupils slowly became misty. She was crying. Tears streamed down her face like a waterfall. She threw what she had been holding into the corner, turned away wearily, and hid her naked body from her son.
David looked at what she had thrown out—a plastic dildo, glistening with his mother's bodily fluids. Although his heart was pounding, David dared not do anything. Gradually, a sense of guilt welled up in his heart. He looked away, unable to look directly at his mother's naked body, and quickly went into the house, opening the window to let fresh air wash away the stench of "garbage." He then quickly fled the house, slamming the door shut. Since it was just the two of them at home, he could hear his mother crying without any difficulty.
(VIII)
Two days passed, and David spent most of his time in the laboratory. He hid the "garbage" behind a pile of books, not wanting anyone to come into contact with the dangerous liquid. After that day's events, his guilt prevented him from conducting any more experiments with the "garbage." He loved his mother and sister and didn't want them to do things they wouldn't normally do. His mother's tears were proof.
Fortunately, his mother didn't mention what happened on Saturday, nor the bright blue liquid. David sensed tension in their relationship, but he would be relieved if his mother returned to her usual self, as long as she was no longer controlled by the "garbage," he thought.
His sister was the only one who mentioned the "garbage." She kept asking him how long it would take to finish his homework so he could make more "garbage." Based on everything that had happened to his mother, David's answer was always a shrug, a noncommittal "Soon, soon." Then Kerry would happily laugh and leave—David knew her behavior was all due to the "garbage." He was determined never to let any woman come into contact with that evil liquid again.
Then something happened. It was Tuesday morning, and David's alarm clock wasn't going to ring for hours when he heard a voice calling to him, "Wake up, darling."
David immediately realized his mother was in his bed, already under the covers. Her mouth was close to his ear, and her right hand was already under his crotch, stroking his penis through his underwear. He noticed his mother was wearing that silk nightgown, the one she had never worn since buying it. Because the nightgown was almost completely transparent, his always shy mother would never wear it in front of her children. Until now, he had invented "garbage," everything was different.
"I know you're awake," she kneaded his penis in her hand, "Mommy wants some more 'garbage,'"
her tongue licked into his ear, "You know Mommy will do anything for you." Her right hand finally pulled his penis out and began to stroke it up and down. Her legs were also spread open, constantly rubbing her pelvis against her son's buttocks. "Mommy knows what little boys like!" A wet tongue slid down his neck.
Through the silk, David could feel the heat and moisture between her legs. Half-asleep, he unconsciously moved his hips up and down, letting his penis slide in and out of his mother's hand. But he still managed to murmur a few times, "No!"
"No?" She climbed off him and lay down beside him, whispering, "Give me some more 'garbage,' okay, David?" She spoke like a little girl, knowing full well that this stuff wouldn't do her any good, yet pleading and whining.
"Go back to your room, Mom." David struggled to say this simple sentence.
"Don't you like me to suck you?" It was obviously a rhetorical question—the countless ejaculations he'd ejaculated last time had already given the answer. "I can do anything, David." David was beginning to realize the meaning behind those words. When he first heard them in the lab, he hadn't understood them yet, and it hadn't shocked him as much as it had now. "I know you want me, I can see it in your eyes. Doesn't every boy want to fuck their mother?"
She quickly climbed off the bed, stood quietly for a moment, as if pondering her next move.
Just as David was about to send her back to her room again (he had meant to say he wouldn't give her those things again today), his mother suddenly pulled her silk nightgown over her head and threw it to the floor behind her.
David had never actually seen a naked woman before; it was truly incomparable to any photograph. Although his mother was 38, her body was no less stunning than that of models in their twenties in magazines. She stood in the doorway, the hallway light framing her curves in a halo, and David felt as if an angel stood before him. Desire surged, and morality vanished without a trace.
She didn't say a word, or perhaps she didn't need to, because her hands had already begun to roam over her naked body.
She was putting on a show, to seduce her only son, and even more so, to get that bottle of delicious "garbage." She was addicted, and her son was the only vending machine in the world.
David sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes fixed on his mother's large breasts, the dark red nipples bouncing up and down in her hands. He was completely mesmerized. "Mom...?!" She moved closer to him, cupping his head against her breasts.
He sucked on the cherry like a baby as it was put into his mouth. He tasted the salty flavor of her skin, smelled her strong perfume, and occasionally licked the glistening beads of sweat on her skin. When another cherry was put into his mouth, David trembled, almost weeping with joy. He gathered the heavy breasts in front of him with both hands, while his mother simply and lovingly tidied the stray hairs on his forehead.
David finally sat back, moving his hands away from his mother's body; his saliva clung to the large, white breasts in front of him, glistening. His mother slowly turned around until her back was to David, then she bent over, half-lying on the bed. One of her hands reached back and grasped a buttock, trying to spread it to one side. Her other hand rested on her vulva, two fingers spreading the red petals. She was completely exposed to her son, and even in the dim light, David could see everything clearly.
David reached out and stroked his mother's smooth thigh, slowly moving upwards until he reached her other buttock.
His mother didn't move, which emboldened David, and he forcefully pried the fleshy mound in his hand apart. For a full minute, he simply stared blankly at the scene before him; his mother's vulva and anus seemed to emanate a mysterious magic, deeply attracting him.
As he admired the mystery of the woman, his mother's hands, which had been spreading her vulva, began to move. David watched as his mother's two fingers disappeared into the alluring flower garden. Her actions didn't end there; her fingers seemed to rotate inside, and after a few seconds, she withdrew them. Then she straightened up, turned around, and held her sticky fingers in front of him.
His lips parted, and her fingers, glistening with her juices, slipped inside. The taste of his mother was so unique; David felt he would never forget it. His mother looked at him, finally breaking the silence that had lasted for some time. "These are all yours, you can have them whenever you want," she said. Hearing her words, David sucked even more eagerly on the fingers in his mouth. "But, darling, you know what I want."
For a boy of ten, this was the limit. A naked woman was offering her body to him, even though she was his own mother; the boy's male hormones completely controlled his every move. David, dazed, reached out and pressed his palm against his mother's crotch. He could feel the warm, wetness and the cozy crevice hidden beneath the fuzzy pubic hair.
The beautiful woman before him raised one leg until it firmly touched the edge of the bed, leaving her son with no obstruction. "Do you like Mommy's pussy, darling?" Her
long, narrow lips guided him like a tour guide into the dark passage. His middle finger slid in easily, leaving only the knuckle sticking out. His mother moaned softly, arching her back to let him penetrate deeper. "Bring me some 'garbage,' and I'll make love to you, darling," she murmured with a smile.
David glanced at her, then hurriedly ran out of the house, his fingers, smeared with his mother's love juice, already in his mouth.
A few minutes later, David returned, carrying a small bottle filled with a blue liquid. His mother cheered, "Open it, David, quick!" He did as she said, then sat down beside her.
The mother inhaled deeply, unwilling to miss a single sip of the deliciousness. He watched her intently, and as expected, she soon became lost in the stench of his experiment. He saw her erect nipples, her tongue licking her lips, her hazy eyes, and the love juice constantly seeping from her lower body.
She turned to look at her son, and even more so at his hard penis. She jumped up from the bed frantically, returning to her previous half-prone position. Her hips were raised high, swaying incessantly towards David.
Her breathing grew increasingly rapid, and her fingers eagerly rubbed her vulva.
David barely heard her murmurs during masturbation, "I can't take it anymore, I want your penis, darling!"
Then, "Fuck me, David, I'm your slut!" As he approached his mother, she spread her vulva wide with both hands, guiding him into the most mysterious place a woman could reach. He felt as if he had only thrust his hips forward, and he was instantly inside his mother. The screams from his mother, muffled by the pillow, told David that she too was enjoying the pleasure of her son using her private parts.
The screams rose eight octaves, fully piercing through the pillow, and at the same time, his mother's first orgasm surged forth. David began to thrust back and forth, and looking down, he could see the erect penis, constantly spurting her juices, protruding from the flowerbed beneath her pale buttocks. Inexperienced, he couldn't last long; a chill ran down his spine as the boy sowed countless seeds in his mother's love tunnel. Unsatisfied, she thrust her plump buttocks upwards, rubbing against her son's crotch, the hot semen making her moans even deeper.
(IX)
David was awakened by the sharp ringing of the alarm clock, sat up in bed, and pondered everything that had happened the night before. The empty bottle on the corner of the bed was filled with "garbage," and his mother's silk nightgown still lay on the floor. Undoubtedly, what had happened not long ago was not a dream, but he was now alone. He knew he was changing. The once upright young man was beginning to question whether incest was truly a sin, and his usual morning erections constantly evoked memories of his mother's sensual body.
He knew his mind was perfectly clear, unaffected by any drugs; the only difference was that he now added an extra criterion when judging anything—sexual pleasure. David got out of bed. His sister had already occupied the bathroom, and there was a note from his mother in the kitchen saying she had to go to work early that day. He waited silently until the bathroom was empty.
After showering and changing, he felt wonderful.
If it weren't for his sister's rude yelling at him, he would have had a perfect day. His sister's dissatisfied roar, as always, was met with David's "Get out!" This time, however, David wore a smile, a smile only a prophet possessed. Kerry raised her voice, shrilly protesting her brother's barbarity. He simply replied, "I made some more 'garbage'."
David's words had the effect he expected. The older sister instantly transformed into a docile lamb, smiling suggestively at her brother. "Why didn't you tell me sooner, David?"
"I just did it."
"Silly boy, tell me where it is!" Her eyes widened, full of expectation.
"I can go get it, but are you really sure you want it?" He glanced at the clock on the wall; he had to leave within thirty minutes.
Kerry nodded earnestly. "Alright, wait for me in the living room." He went into the lab and poured a small vial of blue liquid. The older sister did as he said, sitting in the living room, though she couldn't maintain her composure when she saw the vial in his hand.
After opening the cap, he placed it on the coffee table, realizing this was the same room where he had first experimented with their mother. He watched quietly as Kerry's body slumped softly on the sofa, a blissful smile on her face. Soon, she began swinging her legs from side to side, giggling occasionally. She glanced nervously at her brother sitting opposite her.
David knelt before his alluring sister, one hand resting on her breast. These were smaller than her mother's ample breasts, but the feeling of the hard nipples pressing against her palm was still intoxicating. "What are you doing, David?" she asked, her breath coming in short gasps, each word carefully enunciated.
She didn't remove her hand from her chest, only looking at him with a strange expression.
"I'm playing with your breasts. I've wanted to play with them for a long time, Kerry." He reached up with his other hand, squeezing both breasts tightly. She swayed, looking at him with slight tension. David could tell she was enjoying it too, though she was struggling with the fact that she was her brother. She couldn't control herself.
"Stop, David!" Her voice sounded serious, but she didn't actually do anything to stop him. Of course, David had no intention of stopping; the result of the experiment was his sister's ever-increasing libido and his erect penis. Having lost his virginity to his mother just hours earlier, his desire for his sister seemed perfectly normal. “Do you know what you’re doing?” Kerry said, wiggling her hips as she spoke.
“Take off your clothes, sister.” David dropped what he was about to say and sat back down in the opposite seat.
Kerry glared at him for a few seconds; her brother’s words had shocked her too much. “Don’t talk nonsense, David!”
“If you want more ‘garbage,’ you’d better do as I say.” He didn’t care about his tone, even though it was his sister in front of him. Kerry’s body was already burning with desire; she had no choice but to do as he said. Of course, normally she would have resisted.
Kerry groaned as she pulled down her jeans, shirt, and socks. When she was left only in her bra and panties, she panted and stared at her brother across from her, awaiting further instructions, completely unaware that her left hand was already rubbing incessantly between her legs.
"Don't forget your underwear. How am I supposed to fuck you if you're wearing that?" Before she even heard the last sentence, Kerry had already grabbed her panties. Her face was filled with shock, but she trembled as she pulled off her last remaining garment. Then, she giggled, turned around, and lay face down on the floor, shamelessly shaking her hips at her brother.
David noticed his sister's tension and desire. He guessed it stemmed from her youth. His mother was far more experienced, more confident in her body, and always knew how she would react. His sister was still in the early stages, learning the art of sex. The scent of her vaginal fluid was strong and overpowering, even masking the stench of the experimental subject.
David unzipped his pants, walked behind his sister, and suddenly slapped her snow-white buttocks. She was startled by the sudden surprise, then a flustered laugh mixed with a long moan escaped her lips.
He found his sister's reaction amusing and continued slapping her buttocks, the snow-white flesh trembling and spreading under his palms, a sight he thoroughly enjoyed.
"David, please!" The hand behind her slapped repeatedly, each slap harder than the last.
David felt he was falling in love with slapping his sister's buttocks; years of arguments had finally come to an end. The giggling stopped, and Kerry kept spinning her body, rubbing her hips against the sofa armrest. Her moans became more strained; climax was clearly approaching.
"What do you want me to do?" David finally asked enticingly.
She lifted her buttocks and swayed back and forth, trying to entice her brother behind her. "Quick, quick, put it in!"
He didn't move, his handiwork of blood-red, plump buttocks swaying before her. "Please, David, come and fuck me!" she cried out, her voice louder than their argument.
So David straddled his sister's lap, holding his penis with one hand and spreading her buttocks with the other. It took him a few seconds to align himself, but as soon as he entered, he found that his sister's vagina was already wet and ready.
"Thank you, David! Thank you..." she sighed loudly, starting to rotate her hips to welcome David's thrusts.
Kerry soon screamed again. Her body was completely out of control, trembling violently beneath him.
She was drenched in sweat, her muscles tense. Her orgasm was so intense that she lost consciousness for a moment.
The spectacular female orgasm before him excited David greatly.
He pulled his stiff penis out of his sister's body and placed it between her buttocks. This wet valley tightly enveloped his penis, making him involuntarily thrust again. On both sides were full, rosy buttocks, and below was a wet, lush flower. David soon erupted. He watched his seed scatter on his sister's back, and as the hot semen touched her skin, she moaned with satisfaction.
Slowly standing up, David tucked his penis back into his pants. "We'll be late if we don't hurry, sister."
He turned to leave.
"If you want, I can stay here and wait for you to come back." He glanced back at his sweaty sister. "We can do it a few more times. How much 'garbage' have you made in total?" He just smiled and quietly left.
(X)
David thought back on the past few weeks. His mother and sister were quite different. For example, Kerry's body was always taut like a fully unfurled sail, while his mother's body was soft and curvaceous. His mother's love juice tasted much richer than his sister's, and her vagina was more lubricated than his sister's. He remembered that day.
After returning home, he carefully put the "garbage" into many small medicine bottles. He was certain that his experiment was successful, and now it was time to enjoy the results. The upstairs door opened, and he heard his mother's high heels on the kitchen floor.
“Mom, can you come downstairs?” he called, then quickly hid the small medicine bottles in a corner of the lab. The sound of high heels came from the stairs, gradually approaching the lab.
The mother didn't say a word, quietly entering the lab, her eyes searching around, but never lingering on her son. David unabashedly admired his mother's alluring attire: a flannel coat, a plaid skirt, a snow-white shirt, stockings, and high heels. She looked sexy as a career woman. David noticed she was a little nervous.
He reached out and placed his hand directly on her buttocks, kneading them forcefully. She didn't move. Ignoring her silent tension, David leaned forward and lifted her skirt to her waist. White nylon stockings tightly wrapped her skin from her feet to her waist.
“I had a great time last night, Mom.” She still didn't move or speak. “What I love most is watching yourself insert your fingers into your own hole.” Just as she seemed about to say something, David pinched her buttocks. “I want to see it again now, why don’t you just stick it in here for a while?” These words made her suddenly raise her head, her buttocks twitching as she pressed against her son’s hand.
He knew she didn’t want to, just like after she gave him oral sex in the lab last time. But he didn’t care; desire was now in his control. He also knew what controlled his mother—his successful experimental subject. For another chance to “inject,” she would endure his actions. And when the urge came, she would seduce him relentlessly to get his “garbage.”
A hand holding a small bottle of medicine waved in front of her. The mother licked her lips thirstily, completely ignoring her son’s hand caressing her buttocks. He knew her initial resistance had vanished without a trace after seeing the blue liquid.
“I can stick it in myself anytime you want, but don’t you want me to suck it out for you now?” She leaned closer to him, her provocative gaze the same as before in the lab.
David wore a triumphant smile. “I don’t like your underwear, Mom. Take them off!”
She held up the edges of her nylon stockings and panties with her thumbs. As she pulled off the stockings, her eyes remained fixed on her son.
Then, she straightened up, pulled her skirt up to her waist, exposing her lush flowerbed to her son’s lewd gaze. “Where do you want to do me, darling?” she teased.
David handed her the vial of medicine. “Here, Mom, wait for me upstairs.” She grabbed the vial, nodded happily to her son, and ran upstairs. David felt his penis throbbing inside his jeans. He knew he didn’t need to worry; his mother would take care of it.
(XI)
Simply put, David made love twice a day, once with his mother and once with his sister. Whenever and wherever he wanted, women would wag their hips at him. Compared to that, making love with his mother seemed more immoral; the inverted morality and her experienced skills always satisfied him.
In just a few days, they had all become his playthings. Their purpose in life was to satisfy him constantly in order to obtain more "trash." Kerry knew about his affair with her mother, but didn't care much. Her mother, however, was unaware that her only daughter had long since become a slut just like her. Faced with this situation, David decided to make a change.
After opening a large bottle of "garbage," the sister's hands were glued to her vulva. No matter how she tried to seduce the only man in the house, he merely glanced at her for a moment before turning away. Kerry groaned loudly, rubbing her vulva vigorously, trying to relieve the pain between her legs.
The mother awoke with a start from her son's words, "Get up, Mom." She saw the sheets had been pulled back, and her nightgown was pulled up to her waist. Then she smelled the scent, faint and almost imperceptible. Standing by the bed was naked David. Meeting his burning gaze, she smiled ambiguously, spreading her legs and rubbing her vulva with her hands. She did this not only to satisfy her own desires but also because she knew her son loved watching her masturbate.
The beauty show continued for a while until David saw, smelled, and even heard the glistening love juice flowing from his mother's vulva. He knew her body intimately now; in just a few more minutes, she would completely lose control.
"Get up, Mom," she said, struggling to sit up. “Take off your nightgown, I want you naked.”
She did as her son said, standing naked, completely unconcerned about his motives. Now, her only concern was where the scent of that “garbage” was coming from. One hand kneaded her breast, while the other thrust in and out of her vagina, constantly pushing her to the peak of sexual desire.
“Come with me.” She obediently followed her son down the corridor. Before she could react, David opened Kerry’s door and pushed her inside. Kerry was masturbating intensely, the stench of vaginal fluid and “garbage” mingling in the air. David saw fear on his mother’s face, but her hands couldn’t stop playing with her breasts and vulva. Regardless of her expression, “garbage” completely controlled her every move. Even in front of her daughter, she couldn’t regain a shred of reason. He
reached out and grasped his mother’s breast, enjoying the smooth, full texture in his palm. “Kerry?” he called out.
“David!” Kerry opened her eyes, glancing quickly at her naked mother before staring hungrily at David. “I can’t take it anymore, little brother, come and fuck me, quick!” she pleaded, starting to carefully probe her vulva with two fingers, clearly knowing what her brother liked. “I’m all wet, hurry up and put your big cock in!”
The mother’s eyes couldn’t leave her daughter, and hearing such hungry words, she was surprised and her body was aroused. David knew that his mother was about to completely lose control, and at least one orgasm would bring some relief.
“Mom likes to use her mouth, right?” Her daughter’s words stimulated her, her plump buttocks already pressing against her son’s hard penis. Kerry glanced at her mother again, but this time her eyes seemed to hold something more. David released his mother’s breasts and pried open her teeth, “Stick out your tongue, Mom, let Kerry see what’s going to be put in her hole.” The mother did as she was told.
Kerry moaned expectantly, "Quick, Mom, put it in!" The young girl excitedly spread her vulva, letting her loved one see her pink, moist passage. David guessed correctly; Kerry just wanted an orgasm, regardless of who caused it.
He felt his mother trembling with anticipation as well. "Go, Mom, I think you know what to do." He pushed her from behind. "Mom's face is yours now, Kerry, maybe I can use your face too."
His mother knelt on the bed, her face quickly enveloped by the young woman's thighs. From Kerry's expression, David knew his mother's tongue was already inside her sister's vulva.
His mother's tongue worked hard in and out of her daughter's secret place, her body heaving as her buttocks rose high. David saw her fingers still thrusting in and out of her own vulva, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't release the desire within her body.
He knelt down beside his sister, bringing her face close to his penis, and she eagerly took it into her mouth.
The scene before him was truly breathtaking; David panted as he enjoyed the performance he had arranged. Holding his sister's head in his hands, he began thrusting in and out of her mouth. Because he was penetrating so deeply, he heard Kerry make several groaning sounds, but this didn't dampen the women's heightened lust. Even with her head buried deep in Kerry's thighs, the mother's eyes remained intently focused on her son's penis; perhaps she longed to be apart from her daughter.
Pulling his penis out of his sister's mouth, David climbed behind his mother. She spread her buttocks greedily, swaying her vulva towards her son. "So beautiful, Mom." David slid a finger down her cleft into her wet flower. Then he pulled his finger out, "I wonder what it feels like to fuck here?!" His finger, glistening with love juice, sank into her anus, the nail completely invisible.
David bent down, his face pressed against his mother's buttocks, and he extended his tongue to find her sweaty anus. As his tongue entered, she groaned, "No, darling, another hole, the one below." Her two fingers slipped back into her vagina.
David looked up at his mother from behind. "Have you ever been anally penetrated?"
"No...no."
"Well then, I'll try. Mom, remember, your anus's chastity belongs to your son!" He quickly knelt up, grasped his saliva-covered penis, and aimed at the dark pink opening before him. His penis encountered unprecedented resistance until the blunt tip passed the pylorus, at which point the rest pierced in relatively easily. David thrust in with all his might, until his penis was fully inside his mother's rectum. "Damn, Mom, your anus is so tight!"
"Ouch!" His mother cried out in pain, forced to stop her tongue work. Seeing her spasms, David guessed she might have orgasmed.
Kerry stared frantically at everything between her legs, her brother's penis inserted into her mother's anus. Captivated by the sight before her, she unconsciously crawled out from under her mother. Then, she deliberately lay on her mother's back, just inches in front of her plump buttocks connected to her hard tail. Her brother slowly thrust in and out of the narrow opening, the skin around his penis occasionally taut against the anal walls.
Kerry rolled off her mother and quickly lay down beside her in the same position. She spread her buttocks wide with her hands and said in a little girl's voice, "David? You can fuck my ass too!"
David grinned, his penis making a "pop" sound as it was pulled out of his mother's anus. He rushed behind his sister and forcefully pushed his penis into her anus. Her moans immediately filled the air, a mixture of pain and pleasure. "Trash" controlled the women tormented by heat. Her mother's depravity bewitched Kerry; she was quickly brought to a new climax by the stinging pain in her back, convulsing for a full two minutes before finally collapsing onto the bed, unconscious.
David pulled his penis out of his sister's anus and was pleased to find that his mother was still in the same position as when she was being penetrated. Her two fingers, which were inserted into her vagina, had not stopped moving. David wondered when she would be satisfied, and knelt down behind her, aiming his penis at her open anus and inserting it. "Oh, thank God, David!" She pushed her buttocks back to let his penis go in completely.
(12)
David's home life became the dream of every teenage boy. Two charming women were obedient to him, and he had recently developed a new interest—watching his mother and sister play 69, which was always his favorite foreplay. Whenever he had "trash" to reward the ladies, whether before or after intercourse, none of his requests were refused.
At home, the ladies were mostly naked, and even when they wore clothes, they were extremely stingy with the fabric. The two women and their four breasts never wore bras again, and the only underwear allowed was the thong bikini.
Of course, outside the house, the ladies were allowed to wear normal clothing. However, David issued a strict order: if either of them showed the slightest interest in any man other than him, they would be forever
barred from "garbage." Furthermore, David forbade them from carrying "garbage" outside, because the mere smell of it would make them lose control, ultimately benefiting others. The ladies agreed to every request, becoming slaves to their desires.
Mrs. Wilson was David's next target.
The forty-year-old science teacher awaited her students' assignments, selecting the best to represent them at the high school science conference. When David handed in a small bottle of blue liquid and a twenty-page lab report, the students burst into laughter. The smallest containers used by the other students were at least box-shaped, and their work was far more colorful.
David's teacher frowned as she accepted his work. Privately, David knew how successful his experiment had been. But no one could deny that his work was immoral and absolutely should be banned. Besides, if the two women in his family who were addicted were exposed, they would definitely be dragged into experiments by the government. David would feel guilty if that happened, and he would never let it happen.
Mrs. Wilson, even if she wasn't beautiful, was at least a woman of great poise. She always wore gold-rimmed glasses, and her light gray hair was tied in a bun at the back of her head. Hidden in loose, conservative clothes, she never showed any interest in anything other than science. It was said that she had been married for twenty years and had two daughters. David's knowledge of this woman ended there.
Generally, grades would not be known until at least a week later, but two days later David knew that she had "graded" his homework. Apart from Mrs. Wilson's strange look, everything seemed normal. "David, can you come to my office after class?" He nodded in agreement, looking forward to the new experiment.
An hour later, "David, I think your experiment was very successful. It seems that you spent a lot of time analyzing your experimental results, and the initial hypothesis was also very interesting. In addition, you also made a very successful experimental subject." He sat down in front of her, nodding in agreement, and let her continue her comments. “However, I cannot allow your work to represent the school at the high school science conference.”
David feigned surprise. “Oh, why?”
“Ah…” She shifted uncomfortably, “because the function of your work is not suitable for exhibition. Especially with a large audience.”
“What? Mrs. Wilson, based on my observations, my experimental subjects can control animal behavior?”
“I admit that.” She tidied the documents on the table. “By the way, you just mentioned that your experimental subjects can control your animals, is that right?” He had never referred to his experimental subjects as animals; his mother and sister deserved at least some respect. But he still nodded, unable to hide the smile on his face.
“Last night when I was grading your homework…”
“Excuse me, may I ask where you were grading my homework, Mrs. Wilson?”
“In the faculty lounge. How should I put it, last night, I realized that your experimental subjects were even influencing my behavior.” She cleared her throat nervously.
David feigned surprise and asked, "You mean, the taste aroused you?"
She ignored David's question. "And judging from these side effects, it's impossible to exhibit your work in public." She looked at him shyly, and after a few seconds of awkward silence, seeing that David clearly had nothing to say, she finally got to the point of the conversation. "You have too few works, and they evaporate very quickly. I don't have much time to test them. Could you submit more?"
He was silent for a few seconds, making Mrs. Wilson even more embarrassed. "Actually, I have another bottle with me." He opened his handbag and took out the "junk" bottle that had been in there since he submitted his work. Then he opened the cap and placed it on the desk in front of him.
Mrs. Wilson tried to act normal, but David could see the same expression on her face as the women in the house. Her self-control was rapidly disappearing, and desire was gradually taking over her body. He continued, "Mrs. Wilson, I was wondering if you masturbated last night?" He looked expectantly at the woman opposite him.
Anger appeared on her face, followed by embarrassment. Mrs. Wilson's face flushed crimson, but she forced herself to remain calm and said, "I don't think there's any connection between the two."
"Oh, then why is your hand between your thighs?" David was now extremely familiar with this gesture and could tell her level of excitement from her body language. "Did you feel much better after masturbating last night, or did you let your husband just have sex with you?"
Having finally caught him in a mistake, she blurted out, "My husband wasn't home yesterday."
"Then you must have used your own fingers, right?" Her dripping vulva made loud "pop" sounds, echoing in the office. Although the table provided some cover, Mrs. Wilson made no attempt to hide it; she had completely lost control.
"In fact, I did it twice last night," she shouted angrily, trying to vent her frustration.
David stood up and walked over to her. The teacher seemed particularly nervous about his approach. "I like watching women masturbate,"
she said, closing her eyes and moving her other hand between her legs.
“In fact, my mother has started to enjoy masturbating in front of me,” Mrs. Wilson groaned, her hands thrusting wildly into her vagina. Clearly, the incestuous scene was the best catalyst for lust. “Last night, I had to have sex with her twice before she would let me go,”
she gasped, gritting her teeth. “I can’t take it anymore, I’m going to lose it!”
David bent down and whispered in the teacher’s ear, “This morning, as a reward, Mom gave me a blowjob.” Mrs. Wilson groaned, her body stiffening suddenly. Beads of sweat appeared on her brow, her eyes utterly exhausted after her orgasm.
David dragged Mrs. Wilson, chair and all, out from under the desk. Her old-fashioned long skirt was now pulled up past her waist, her nylon stockings and shorts down to her knees. Her hands were covered at the base of her thighs, the lewd scent filling David’s nostrils.
He stood before his exhausted teacher, grinning wickedly. Mrs. Wilson knew she couldn’t pretend any longer, and she knew what “trash” would make her do. Her personality and appearance had been drastically altered. “David… what do you want?”
“First, oh, you have to give me a good grade,” he said with a gentle smile.
Mrs. Wilson had completely lost the strength to resist, but the stench of “garbage” in the room was still strong. She slowly moved one hand, which was covered in semen, and pulled open her shirt and bra to expose a slightly dark nipple in the air. Her other hand remained in place, forcefully spreading her labia, and her legs were spread exaggeratedly to their limit. She had no secrets from David anymore.
“Now, do you want me to do something for you?” Her voice was almost inaudible, but it seemed like an affirmative answer. When it came to seducing men, she still had a lot to learn.
David smiled to himself, quite satisfied with his victory. “Okay, get up and lie on the table.” She hurriedly did as he said.
(Thirteen)
David's other target was the prettiest girl in school. Tall, with light black hair, and a perfect figure and face, she was either the object of intense envy or adoration from all the girls. She was every man's fantasy, but unless you were driving the latest sports car, she wouldn't give you a second glance. She was two years older than David and would graduate in a year.
David's plan was to anonymously send her a bottle of expensive perfume, hoping her vanity and arrogance would prompt her to open it. However, the bottle contained "garbage," twice the usual amount.
A few days later, the girl's cold attitude vanished. She looked exhausted, her eyes filled with hunger and despair. Except for a few close female friends, almost no one noticed this change, though some were exceptions.
Several days later, David asked Mrs. Wilson to arrange a meeting with Virginia after school. He felt she had endured too much. The science teacher was oblivious to his ulterior motives; her only concern now was the small bottle of reward she would receive afterward. Nothing else mattered.
When Virginia entered the office, she saw an unfamiliar boy sitting in a teacher's chair. "Hello, is Mrs. Wilson here?" He nodded and waved to her. "Is she here?"
Her voice sounded somewhat displeased. "Where is she?"
Under the pulled-out chair, Virginia saw her teacher. Mrs. Wilson's head was bobbing between the boy's legs. Her actions spoke volumes. The boy grabbed the middle-aged woman's hair and pulled her head up. "Excuse me, as you can see, she's a bit busy right now." Virginia turned to
run away in fright, but a sentence immediately slowed her down. "Do you like the gift I gave you?" A few seconds of silence followed, and the beautiful girl faced the open door, looking flustered. The boy's voice rang out behind her again, "I have more, lots and lots, saved for my friends."
Virginia turned around, trying not to look at his head heaving between his legs, and said in her sweetest tone, "Thank you so much for the gift..."
"Ah...that's great, I'm going to cum!" He looked up, gazing at the girl with lewdness. "I don't have the patience to play games with you, Virginia. Actually, I want you to be my girlfriend."
The girl's disgust was obvious. "You're not serious, are you?"
"Hmph, what do you think?" He took out a small bottle of liquid and placed it on the table, casually pulling out the stopper.
Seeing his actions, Virginia's eyes practically spit fire. "If you want," he said, pointing to the bottle on the table, "crawl over here and take her place before I cum in this bitch's mouth, or you'll never use that perfume again."
Virginia turned to leave, but stopped after glancing back at the liquid bottle on the table.
She stood there quietly, as if deep in thought. Then she closed the door and approached the lewd desk. Despite her haughty demeanor, the beautiful girl knelt between David's legs.
He grabbed Mrs. Wilson's hair, lifting her head, which was frantically sucking on his penis, into the air. Two seconds later, Virginia leaned in, eagerly taking his saliva-covered penis into her mouth. He grabbed her light black hair with his other hand, forcing her to speed up; the young girl's technique was definitely lacking. If it weren't for that bitch beside him, he would have taken much longer to ejaculate.
David clamped his grip on the girl's neck, and large gushes of white semen kept flowing into the cheerleader's mouth. His penis pressed against her throat, causing Virginia to cough incessantly, nauseous. Mrs. Wilson, whose hair was being held by David, watched breathlessly, her hands now busy between her legs.
He pulled the girl's head up from between his legs, watching with interest as a large drop of semen clung to the corner of her mouth. “To be fair, now you go help Mrs. Wilson.” He pressed her head toward the teacher beside him. “Go, suck it out for her too!” Virginia didn’t hesitate for long like before and quickly bent down to begin her work.
Mrs. Wilson cheered, “My God! Thank you, David! Thank you!”
And just like that, David had found himself a girlfriend.
(XIV)
Saturday morning, David woke up from a sweet dream. In his dream, he was still enjoying the joy of the successful experiment. He still called everything that had happened in the past few weeks an “experiment,” even though most of them were no longer being conducted in his laboratory. He understood that “garbage” had also taken control of him, through the women around him, making him addicted to his current life.
Reaching out, he stroked his sister’s plump buttocks. She lay facing him beside him, her body now weak from the frenzied lovemaking of the previous night. The empty medicine bottle on the bed frame was now emptied in the same place every morning. It used to exude a magical scent that made him invincible to the women around him. David smiled as he remembered that his mother was still tied up in her room. If it weren’t for that, he wouldn’t have been able to make love with his sister peacefully. The slightest smell of "garbage" would drive David to the brink of madness.
David quickly washed up in the bathroom and slipped into his mother's room. His mother, still fast asleep, was bound to the bed in a spread-eagle position, a black vibrator inserted into her vagina. A gag was gagged over her mouth; David knew she must be very upset about being ignored all night.
He gently kissed her breasts, which smelled like expired perfume from excessive sweating.
But David didn't mind; two small nipples proudly stood erect. When he removed the gag, his mother woke up instantly, tears quickly forming streams on her cheeks. "My God, David!"
he kissed her gentlemanly. "It's alright, Mom." Then he untied the ropes binding her hands and feet.
This was the first time he had bound her, to give him and his sister a chance to be alone.
"I thought I was going to die! I hate how I look now." Her tears flowed incessantly. Once completely untied, she turned her back to her son so he wouldn't see her body.
“What are you like now?” A small pang of guilt made him regret everything he had done, but his attention was more focused on his mother’s exposed, full buttocks and the stirring between his legs.
“I’ve become a…” she sobbed, “…a slut!”
“Is that so? So Mom doesn’t like this? I’ll stop making ‘garbage’ right now.” She stiffened noticeably, and David, noticing her reaction, smiled and said, “If that’s what you want, I’ll do it, Mom.”
The sobbing stopped, and she turned to face her son, her gaze meeting his eyes without flinching. “I hated leaving me here alone yesterday!” She had successfully changed the subject.
“I want to enjoy Kerry alone, you know, Mom. But you won’t let us be alone.”
He pinched his mother’s nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “When I’m alone with you, Kerry won’t bother us.”
“I can make you happy, David.” Was she jealous? David wondered. “I know what my son needs.” She reached out and gripped his penis tightly, skillfully stroking it. “Kerry has no experience…”
David interrupted, “I remember you said you didn’t like being like this.”
She quickly withdrew her hand from his groping penis. David watched silently. She relaxed her body and swayed her hips towards him. "I need it, David." He understood she meant both sex and experimentation. "Just mentioning it excites me. Seeing or smelling it makes me lose control." Her hand now replaced David's, kneading her own nipples. Her body moved closer until her wet, slippery crotch pressed against his palm.
David smiled and easily inserted two fingers into his mother's vagina. "You're such a slut, Mom."
She didn't answer, but smiled. "A slut, Mom?" She nodded. "I'll give you a name, and you'll be my flesh doll, how about that?" She nodded, still smiling.
“I’ll do whatever you want me to do, David. I’m your slave.”
He laughed. “I like the name, my ‘slave.’” He withdrew his wet hand from between her legs. “Then, slave, go to my room now and let my other slave lick you. I don’t want my female slaves to be too thirsty; it’s not good for their health.”
Hearing his words, his mother climbed off the bed and, as she passed him, she said happily, “I love you, son.”
“I love you too, slave.”
(XV)
David was aware of the hostility between his mother and sister but did not stop it; on the contrary, he sometimes even encouraged it. He made the women compete to see who could do more to get his attention. The winner, of course, would get more opportunities to experiment. After Virginia entered his life, he told the women in the house that the new pretty girl could get whatever she wanted and would become their mistress.
The women were unwilling. Kerry pouted angrily, while his mother ignored his orders in anger. Although they didn’t like it, they did as he said. Virginia's first dinner at David's house was truly exquisite.
Wearing a long black dress and high heels, Virginia looked stunning. David admired his choice of clothing. Even more pleasing to him was Virginia's surprised expression when Kerry, completely naked except for a gold chain, came over and removed her jacket.
Then David introduced Virginia to his mother, and the girl couldn't believe her eyes. White garter belts, white stockings, and white high heels; her mother was also wearing a white cooking apron. Her large breasts swayed undisguisedly with each step, the apron straps barely covering her nipples.
As a gesture of friendliness, the mother gave the girl a long, passionate kiss, and then Kerry did the same.
David even saw his girlfriend's knees tremble. "Let's go to the room. How much longer until dinner, Mom?"
"Oh, about ten minutes, darling. You two play for a while, I'll call you when it's ready." She smiled sweetly at the new woman in the house, then swayed her sexy hips into the kitchen.
Kerry's voice rang out, "Would you like something to drink, Virginia?"
"No...no, thank you." She sat on the sofa, David beside her. "Do you go to the same school as us?"
Kerry chuckled. "Yes. We just don't have any mutual friends, but everyone knows you."
She knelt before the seated woman, placing her hands on her thighs. "David is so lucky to have the prettiest girl in school as his girlfriend." Virginia didn't answer.
"Everyone's talking about you two now." Virginia flinched in surprise. Noticing her reaction, Kerry continued, "Oh, don't worry about it. They just know you're dating my brother." Kerry's hand slid down to Virginia's calf, gently but passionately stroking her shapely calves.
David interrupted, "They also know Virginia should practice oral sex more, right, darling?" He reached out and cupped his girlfriend's breast. "Kerry, go see if Mom's dinner's ready."
"Okay!" Kerry jumped up and left.
The man's desire was obvious. "Here? Your mother's next door." His eyes hardened; it was indeed a foolish question. She sighed and bent down, pulling down his trousers. Knowing what to do, Virginia tried to take the entire penis into her mouth. The limp penis wasn't large, but it swelled rapidly as she began to suck. She could only move her head up and down, stimulating the penis in her mouth. David sighed
, and following her spine, his hand moved to his girlfriend's buttocks. Although they hadn't been together long, her oral skills had clearly improved, especially after he refused to give her "garbage" last time because of her poor performance.
She knew that to get the chance to "inject," she had to use all her strength. Compared to that, she preferred him to just fuck her directly, which required less effort. As long as he opened the bottle, she could get real pleasure. The first two times she received "garbage," she felt like she was in heaven. As for whether there was a penis inside her, she didn't really care.
“David, Virginia, dinner’s ready.” The girl looked up in surprise, embarrassed that the man’s mother had seen everything.
David calmly turned around and saw his mother standing in the hallway. “Thank you, Mom.” He smiled at Virginia. “Okay, let’s eat first.” The girl nodded hurriedly.
Virginia sat at the table, with David to her left. His mother began adding food to their plates.
Although it seemed normal, David’s mother was extremely jealous. She felt that the girl in front of her was not good enough for her son, and with another woman in the house, her opportunities to enjoy “trash” and her son’s penis would naturally decrease.
David’s hand slid into his mother’s thighs several times, brazenly caressing his mother’s warm skin. She encouraged him to squat down, letting her lush pubic hair rub against her son’s hand. He understood his mother’s jealousy, but did not intend to stop her.
“Kerry,” he said, nodding to his sister. His sister, who had been standing in the hallway, smiled and walked seductively to the large dining table, then climbed onto it. David turned to Virginia, who was gracefully enjoying her dinner, and said, “My sister is going to put on a show for us.”
Kerry, like a cat, arched her back and crawled to the spot her brother had designated. Then she rolled over and lay on her back on the table, her knees bent wide apart, her feet hooked around the edges. Her hands slowly caressed her body, beginning her masturbation performance for the few spectators.
Virginia tried not to look at Kerry, but when she turned her head, she saw David's hands teasing her mother's ample buttocks. Both sides made her feel nauseous, yet also aroused her lust. Then she noticed a faint smell in the air, a smell emanating from a liquid that David and his family called “garbage.”
A trembling anticipation made her unconsciously shift her position. The beautiful girl wondered if she would become a slave to David's desire, like his mother and sister. The smell of “garbage” wafted into her nose, her nipples hardened, her vulva became hot and wet, and Virginia, panting heavily, already knew she was a complete slave.
"Did you enjoy your dinner, Virginia?"
Virginia snapped out of her reverie. "Oh, yes, it was delicious. Thank you."
She ate a few more bites, occasionally glancing up at Kerry's performance. The girl in front of her was shaking her ample hips violently, copious amounts of vaginal fluid gushing from her vulva. Virginia now found her performance quite captivating.
David's mother nodded to her son upon hearing the answer, then pointed to his new girlfriend. Now, besides the elegant eating posture, the beautiful woman was also stroking her breasts. Her eyes were glued to Kerry's performance.
David chuckled lewdly. "Virginia?" She jumped, turning to look at her "master.
" "Is your mother as pretty as mine?" He slapped his mother's buttocks hard, eliciting a girlish giggle from the middle-aged woman as she rhythmically swayed her ample hips.
Virginia looked his mother up and down for a moment before finally answering, "My mother is far inferior." She stared at the pink nipples before her, undoubtedly the largest of all three women.
"I remember you have three sisters. Do you think they're pretty?"
She paused before answering, unsure of his intention. "My sisters are quite pretty, but Samantha is probably the most beautiful of the four of us." She felt a tightness in her stomach, secretly guessing what was about to happen. She felt terrified.
David continued to leisurely fondle his mother's buttocks. "How old is Samantha this year?"
"Fifteen."
"I'm thinking about which one of your children I should play with next."
Virginia's head jerked up, unable to believe what she was hearing. When she saw the fake smile on her mother's face, she realized she wasn't joking. She finally understood that her mother didn't like her son in some ways.
Taking advantage of her silence, David continued, "Samantha sounds nice. How about you bring her here next month? I'll take care of adding her to my harem." He smiled calmly, roughly pinching his mother's nipple. "Besides, Mom has Kerry. I think you should have someone to keep you company too."
The girl felt all the blood drain from her face, her body stiffening. "Of course, I'll reward you." The only answer was a stiff nod from the girl. She had completely become his slave. She hated herself now.
David noticed that his sister was close to climax and said to Virginia, "Maybe you should help her."
He nodded to Kerry.
Virginia didn't know what he wanted her to do, but she knew she had to do something. She slid her index finger into Kerry's muddy flowerbed. After a few thrusts, Kerry's love juices rained down. She climaxed.
Kerry lay on the table, panting. She ignored her brother's girlfriend's finger inside her, hoping only that David had enjoyed her performance. Since he controlled the "garbage" supply, only his words carried weight in the house.
The naked woman in front of her finally stopped squirting, and Virginia withdrew her finger. Thinking no one had seen, she put her finger in her mouth, tasting the love juices surrounding it.
David was intrigued. "So you like this!" Virginia's face flushed red, but she didn't react much. He had already guessed that his new girlfriend had lesbian tendencies. "I think Mom would really enjoy having you lick her."
His mother licked her lips and groaned, "Oh, I love it when she puts her tongue in!"
"You saw that, Virginia?" He gestured for his mother to sit on his lap. The middle-aged woman smiled as she straddled her son's parted thighs, lowering her body towards his erect penis. "Kneel down between me and lick Mommy's pussy, Virginia."
Virginia knelt on the ground, her movements slow. She felt a mixture of nausea and excitement. She actually hoped the man would make her lick Kerry, but this middle-aged woman frightened her. With difficulty, she crawled between David's legs. Lifting her head, she saw the point where their bodies met. She tentatively stuck out her tongue and licked the woman's cleft, matching their slow rhythm.
"Harder, darling! Lick faster, lick faster." The middle-aged woman grabbed Virginia's head with both hands and brought it close to her genitals until her tongue touched the desired spot. "That's it! Right here. Bring your pretty face closer!"
Kerry, having recovered by then, looked down from the table and went to her brother's side. She wished she were currently kneeling between her mother and brother, joining this lewd banquet. Her vulva was wet again. David noticed his sister standing beside him, her hands moving rapidly inside her vagina, clearly aroused by what he was seeing.
He beckoned to her, signaling Kerry to come closer and put her nipple in his mouth. His hand also slipped between her legs, two fingers replacing hers as they thrust rapidly in and out of her vagina.
Moans filled the room, louder from under the table. Virginia's head was buried between her thighs, a vicious hand behind her head pressing her face against the woman's vulva. She could barely breathe, her nose pressed against the woman's lower abdomen, her mouth facing the vagina.
Virginia's tongue played with the woman's clitoris, feeling its swelling. In fact, the moment she opened her mouth, her tongue inevitably touched the clitoris. The wanton parts, the wanton sounds, even the smell of wanton love juice made her feel like she was cursed by a demon from hell.
David knew his mother wasn't kind to his new girlfriend, but he wasn't particularly worried. Or rather, he found it exciting. He increased the speed of his thrusts, feeling closer to climax.
From the movements of his fingers and the frequency of his mother's breathing, Kerry knew her brother was nearing his limit. His mother and brother always orgasmed together, because her brother had said that a family should always orgasm together. She needed to intensify her efforts too.
With screams, the two ladies in David's house finally erupted. David shuddered, and his semen began to shoot continuously into his mother's uterus.
Finally, it was almost over, and Virginia let out a long breath. The hand behind her head gripped her hair so tightly it almost made her faint. When that hand finally left her, the man stopped ejaculating. Virginia stepped back, sat up straight, and wiped the semen from her mouth while taking deep breaths.
David waited a while before letting his mother leave. She dragged her tired body to her feet. After clearing the leftover dinner from the table, she returned to lie down on the table. Her buttocks were pressed against the edge of the table, then she spread her legs, letting her high heels touch the edge, once again displaying her wet, flower-like vulva without reservation.
Virginia hadn't caught her breath yet, but she saw Kerry kneeling in front of David, her tongue carefully cleaning her brother's penis. Her movements were gentle, full of love, making the limp penis stir again.
"Virginia?" The beautiful girl crawled out from under the table at the sound of the call and stood beside her boyfriend.
She couldn't help but notice the rise and fall of his head. "Go lick Mommy clean." He smiled at her.
So, she knelt down next to Kerry, but facing the opposite direction, once again bringing her face close to the vulva that had almost suffocated her. Virginia saw the white, pearly semen mixed with the middle-aged woman's vaginal fluid seeping continuously from her wet vulva. Although she had tasted these two fluids before and wasn't as afraid as the first time, this scene held no appeal for her. Normally, this position would have excited her immensely, but now it sent chills down her spine.
David watched his girlfriend with great interest, only letting her go when her vulva was completely cleaned. Kerry had successfully aroused him again, and his mother opposite him also had the strength to continue.
“All done, Virginia?” His girlfriend lifted her disheveled face, wiping the liquid off with her fingers. Kerry also looked up at her brother, a gleeful smile on her face. “We should go upstairs and let the two of them enjoy themselves here alone.” Hearing this, Kerry couldn’t help but pout.
He pulled a small vial of medicine from his shirt pocket and placed it on his mother’s sweaty belly. All the women in the room stared at the blue liquid like beasts that hadn’t eaten for a month. “This is for you and Kerry, Mom.” He pulled out another vial, “and this is for me and Virginia.” He stood up and said, “Come with me, Virginia, to my room, let me teach you how to use your asshole.”
He pulled her hand and led her upstairs. The beautiful girl didn’t struggle at all, because she hadn’t heard what he was saying at all; all her attention was now focused on the vial in his hand. As long as he opened it, she would enter heaven.
The night was long.
(16)
It was a Sunday morning. David looked at the two women sitting opposite him on the same sofa; they were his girlfriend and his sister. Virginia's face was flushed, while Kerry simply waited quietly for her brother's command.
"So what should we do?" David tried hard not to laugh. He felt he shouldn't scare Kerry, because no matter what punishment she was given, she would enjoy it. But Virginia was different. Neither girl answered his question. "I think I told you two not to have sex with other people, didn't I?"
Kerry spoke first. "Actually, you said not to have sex with other men."
"So?"
"So, we don't think we did anything wrong." Kerry took Virginia's hand, and the beautiful girl just nodded weakly, her face terribly pale. David was the sole provider of those drugs; if he wanted, he could make her wish she were dead.
Actually, David wasn't angry at all; on the contrary, he even found it quite amusing. Both girls were wearing oversized white t-shirts and white socks. Just moments before, the two women were naked and embracing, their lips locked in a kiss. It was practically two goddesses playing 69, but David, despite his excitement, was still at a loss as to how to handle his women engaging in homosexuality without permission. His mother had told him what had happened in his sister's room, and he understood it was entirely out of jealousy.
Before David could speak, the doorbell rang. Today's main course had arrived. He looked at the girls opposite him and said, "Mom will open the door." He waited patiently, enjoying the girls' uncomfortable expressions.
The sound of footsteps echoed on the stairs, and the three looked up. The girl who entered was breathtakingly beautiful, and although she resembled Virginia somewhat, she was much younger. She wore a smile, like an innocent lamb waiting to be devoured by wolves. David placed two bottles of "trash" on the coffee table in front of the girl. Kerry's eyes immediately fixed hungryly on the small bottles of medicine, while Virginia stared at her sister with surprise and fear.
David stood up. "Hello, are you Samantha?"
The girl approached the sofa, flashing an angelic smile. "Yes." Her voice was delicate, tinged with shyness. She looked at her sister and greeted her, "Hi, Virginia?" Her voice sounded more like a question, as her sister was often away from home these days.
David called upstairs, "Mom?!" A moment later, his mother came downstairs. He picked up a bottle of medicine from the table and handed it to her. "Here, Mom, can you take Kerry upstairs and let us be alone for a while?"
His mother smiled sweetly at him. "Of course, darling." Then she took the bottle. "Let's go upstairs, Kerry, darling." Kerry jumped up and followed her, his eagerness obvious.
"Hey, ladies, you'd better keep your voices down." The two ladies chuckled as they went upstairs.
Samantha sat down in Kerry's old spot, her sister beside her. David noticed that Virginia had finally seen the "trash" on the table, but still kept turning her head, looking at her sister helplessly.
David reached out and opened the medicine bottle. Virginia took a deep breath, inhaling as much of the scent in the air as possible. Then, forcing a gentle and alluring demeanor, she said to her boyfriend, "Let Samantha go back, David?" The younger sister beside her was frowning, sniffing the strange smell in the air, her knees rubbing together uncomfortably.
"I definitely won't let you down." Virginia's smile was enough to melt any other man's heart—but David was indifferent; he could effortlessly possess both sisters before him.
"What's that smell?" the younger sister asked softly.
The other two didn't respond to her question. "Darling, don't you want to experience Samantha's taste? Like you and Kerry?"
Virginia trembled uncontrollably, the devilish scent gradually churning within her. "She's not ready yet." As she spoke, she could no longer maintain her initial resolve; getting David to let her sister go had been her primary goal, but now that goal was gradually fading with the inhaled drugs.
“Who said she’s not ready? Look at her now!” The two then turned to look at the trembling lamb beside them. The girl’s left hand unconsciously kneaded her breast, while her right hand moved between her legs. Seeing her sister’s state, Virginia’s previously softening resolve vanished instantly.
“Ready for what?” Just like before, no one cared about the little girl’s question; the two men’s four eyes were fixed on her.
Virginia was finally lost in the drugs; nothing was more important than sex. She moved next to her sister, bent down, pried open her mouth, and thrust her tongue inside. Although Samantha tried to push her sister away, although she cried out, “Virginia? What are you doing?” a few seconds later, she gave up all resistance. Because her sister’s hand was already on her inner thigh. As Samantha closed her eyes, her sister’s tongue slipped into her mouth again.
This was less a sexual awakening for the girl and more a brutal rape. The older sister's hands roamed over her entire body, unbuttoning her shirt, pulling down her socks, and then even ripping off her jeans. As the fabric rapidly dwindled, the older sister's tongue attacked her mouth, neck, and earlobes. Samantha was surprised, and the smile of her sister's boyfriend beside her made her even more shy. But the sensations emanating from her body were unparalleled; this unprecedented temptation was something a teenage girl could never resist.
Moments later, Virginia's legs were intertwined with her younger sister's, their wet vulvas pressed tightly together, accompanied by the girl's heavy breathing and occasional grinding sounds. The girls had completely transformed into female beasts in heat, desperately climbing the mountain of desire.
The taut string couldn't hold for long; orgasm quickly arrived, and the two convulsed together, hot fluid gushing from their joined bodies. The girls screamed, gripping each other's outstretched hands until their bodies slumped from their arched positions, their wet, plump buttocks collapsing limply onto the sofa.
David's applause snapped them out of their daze. The beauties' performance was indeed extraordinary.
Virginia smiled at him, while Samantha shyly hid behind her sister's long hair. "That was fantastic!" He stood up and took off his t-shirt and jeans. "Since you and Virginia are sisters, I think I know how to make you feel good, Samantha."
Samantha peeked at David through the gap in her sister's hair. Her sister's words had startled her, but her eyes remained fixed on the erect penis before her. Virginia's reply made her even more speechless. "Come fuck me, David, I want it!" Then her sister's body left her.
Virginia crawled to the man, her tongue quickly and reverently licking the erect penis. Her movements were almost reflexive, like a docile lamb kneeling before her boyfriend, raising her head and opening her mouth, allowing the penis to slide in effortlessly.
"That's not good, Virginia," David said, grabbing her hair to prevent her from going any further.
Virginia mumbled, looking up at him pleadingly. She understood that his desires were paramount, and now all she could do was reluctantly stick out her tongue and lick the delicious penis before her.
David smiled, knowing that before the effects of the "trash" wore off completely, he could still get a lot more. Samantha lay back on the sofa, stimulating her sensitive areas with her hands, her young body still recovering from the afterglow of their lesbian encounter. David knew what the next course of action was. He looked down at his thirsty girlfriend, "Go help your sister turn over, ass up high!"
Despite a flicker of worry in her eyes, Virginia obediently crawled back onto the sofa, carrying out her man's command without question. Samantha's private parts gushed with fluids the moment her sister's hands touched her body. The strange experience had left a deep imprint on her; her buttocks were raised to meet her sister's hands, yearning for more female contact.
Virginia hurriedly carried out her master's command, bewildered by her sister's overreaction. Her own lower body was now burning with desire, especially since the area around the sofa was the most concentrated source of aphrodisiacs. She forcefully suppressed her sister's movements, turning her over into a quadruped position. Facing the soft spine, she hardened her heart and spread her sister's knees wide, ensuring the girl's buttocks were raised to the height her master desired.
The girl before her was so sexy and alluring that she hesitated, looking helplessly at her sister, who was captivated by desire.
"Get her ready, you know what to do, Virginia," David's command swiftly ended her confusion.
Virginia extended her index finger, sliding it down her sister's spine until it disappeared into her alluring cleft. At the entrance to her anus, her finger twirled, clearly feeling the contraction of her sister's sphincter muscles. Then her finger paused briefly at the vulva, the young labia tightly gripping her nail, constantly smearing the glistening pearl of clitoris. Virginia paused, then finally inserted her finger; her sister's clitoris visibly swelled.
All this happened simultaneously as Samantha thrust her hips back, naturally seeking more physical contact. Her moans grew louder, filled with pleasure and shyness about incest. Her thoughts stopped; her mind was filled with the stimulation of her first sexual experience, and her nose was filled with the scent of Pandora's box.
Although David wasn't close, he could clearly see the nectar flowing down the slender legs. The same nectar also covered the older sister's hands. He watched the angelic sisters' performance with great interest, most notably that even Virginia was slowly losing control. The power of the "garbage" remained unusually strong even after their first orgasm; Virginia's beautiful face was now pressed against her sister's vulva.
"There! Again! Again! Virginia! Harder!" The girl's screams echoed throughout the room as her sister's tongue entered her vagina. The fact that the older sister was the first person in her life to taste her own nectar was enough to make the girl convulse. Virginia's hands gripped her sister's buttocks tightly, forcefully spreading them apart, the hidden cave opening twice its usual size, allowing the slippery tongue to easily enter and exit.
David stepped forward, coming behind the girl who was lying prone like a puppy. His girlfriend lovingly cupped his hard penis, aiming it at the exaggeratedly parted cave and thrusting it in. David thrust hard, and the weapon plunged all the way into Samantha's tender vulva.
Samantha screamed in agony as her hymen was mercilessly pierced. But the excruciating pain quickly dissipated with the scent of "garbage," the aroma lingering in her mind, soon followed by a strange pleasure. Suddenly,
a pile of furry things appeared before her, and she kissed them without hesitation, completely unaware that they were her sister's genitals. A hand grabbed the back of her head, pressing her face against the cleft beneath the flower bush, but Samantha still didn't understand what was in front of her. All her attention was now focused on the penetration from behind. The penis even controlled the rhythm of her moans, its insertion a joyful roar, its withdrawal a pleading cry.
Virginia, increasingly unable to bear the pent-up desire, began to rub her vulva forcefully against her sister's face.
Her sister's nose and jaw were what pleased her most, and as the speed increased, her orgasm drew ever closer. David suddenly pulled Samantha's head up, while Samantha's hands tugged at her nipples, the approaching climax driving her wild. The strong scent of "garbage" in the air seemed to seep directly into her veins, and as the climax arrived, her blood burned.
Virginia didn't even notice that David had withdrawn from Samantha's body until she heard her master's call, "Come and help me clean up, Virginia." He sat casually on the table, his limp penis lying between his legs.
Samantha's virgin blood was clearly visible on it, but the angel of every man's dreams in the school pounced on her boyfriend without hesitation, opening her mouth wide and taking his entire penis inside. Tasting the woman's blood, especially knowing where it came from, she couldn't help but feel excited. The long-awaited climax finally arrived, and Virginia's hands trembled uncontrollably inside her vagina.
After a while, "Come with me, Samantha." David reached out and supported the exhausted young woman.
Her sister lay curled up on the carpet, completely unconscious. Samantha obediently stood up and followed David, completely unaware that she was now naked. Every drop of vaginal fluid mixed with semen trickled down her thighs, sending shivers down her spine.
Samantha followed David upstairs, the smell of "trash" wafting from a room, which she inhaled deeply. Then she heard passionate moans, exactly the same as those she and her sister had made. She knew it was all incredibly sinful, but her body kept reminding her how tempting it was.
Only a few minutes had passed, and she already missed her beautiful sister.
David pushed open his sister's door and shoved Samantha in front of him. "Ladies, look, I've brought you a new toy!"
her mother's reply was broken, as Kerry's head was buried between her legs. "Quick, bring the little slut in!"
Samantha's thoughts froze again; this smell had become familiar to her. She only subconsciously felt David push her down onto the messy bed. To her slight surprise, the woman crawling towards her was David's mother. The middle-aged woman held her head with her hands and brought her face close to her large breasts. Samantha's memory of that day ended there; the last image was blurry, but she must have taken that purplish-red nipple into her mouth.
(Seventeen)
Virginia was very unhappy about her sister entering David's harem. In fact, she had tried everything to attract David's attention to herself.
In the past, as long as she could use her feminine charm, there was almost nothing she couldn't get, but when that magical scent entered her nose, she was finished.
All her logic and reason would leave her, and she would become completely a slave to her boyfriend.
Samantha had none of her sister's concerns; only two words occupied her mind: "More! More!" Begging David for his attention was her sole mission, and she possessed a natural aptitude for slavery. Her docile nature and youthful, healthy body quickly adapted her to the life of seduction.
She carried out David's orders without hesitation, engaging in continuous intercourse while the air reeked of "garbage," until she collapsed to the ground, utterly exhausted. This rendered all of Virginia's efforts to seduce David futile.
The prelude to the erotic play was usually a physical confrontation between the women. The only man in the house particularly enjoyed watching his mother and the young girls perform a 69 act. Meanwhile, his girlfriend either buried her face between his legs or straddled him. Gradually, Virginia became David's messenger.
David knew perfectly well that she didn't like her sister Samantha becoming her mother's sex toy, but the pleasure his mother provided was something Virginia couldn't replicate. This fact also gave the middle-aged woman a much higher status than other younger women. She never befriended any of the women in her family, or rather, she had no friends and never would.
Every week, Virginia would bring Mrs. Wilson a bottle of "garbage." David had long since lost interest in this elderly teacher, but her addiction was insatiable. For the promise of a small bottle of "garbage," she was forever a submissive slave, no different from David's other girls.
What interested David more was an accidental discovery: his girlfriend was able to resist the temptation and safely deliver the "garbage" to Mrs. Wilson.
Normally, upon seeing a small bottle of "garbage," women would immediately become unable to resist, until they uncorked it and deeply inhaled the devil's scent. But every Friday, Virginia would deliver the medicine to the woman in her forties without delay, and of course, she would receive another bottle of "garbage" as a reward upon her return.
“Here you go, Mrs. Wilson.” The slightly graying teacher grabbed the bottle. “David told me to tell you he wants to see your loyalty to him.”
The middle-aged woman struggled to resist the urge to open the bottle, nodding nervously. She looked at the beautiful young woman before her, silently hoping she would leave quickly so she could enjoy the “garbage” all to herself
.
“I am the most loyal, I will do whatever David wants. Do you know what he wants me to do?”
Virginia knew that if she waited any longer, she would lose control, so she turned to leave. “He heard you have two daughters.” She left those words before going out.
Mrs. Wilson suddenly felt breathless, her hand holding the “garbage” trembling uncontrollably. Her daughters were her most precious treasures in the world, but the medicine in her hand was more important than anything she owned or loved.
Virginia was fully aware of the power of "garbage," and sure enough, as she stepped out the door, she heard Mrs. Wilson's reply, "No problem, everything I have belongs to David." Virginia wasn't surprised at all; children always leave their parents when they grow up.
(18)
Virginia woke up in the dried, clumped love fluid. Lying beside her were her sister, David's sister, Mrs. Wilson, and her two daughters. The beautiful girl sat up in a daze; the lewd feast and blatant seduction that had taken place here hours earlier were becoming blurry in her memory. Was it because there were too many such incidents?
The only thing she could clearly remember was the tempting taste of "garbage," although that taste now made her nauseous.
Slowly, Virginia moved her numb muscles, arched her thin body, crawled out of the pile of flesh, and sat on the sofa. One of her feet was still wearing a white sock, and the garter belt was wrapped around her waist, but it wasn't hooked onto anything, hanging softly at her sides. Without an outer garment, Virginia sat naked.
In the room strewn with pillows, her sister, Samantha, lay wearily to one side, facing Mrs. Wilson's youngest daughter, Jill. The two girls' mouths were pressed against each other's vulvas; after several hours, the initial awkwardness had faded, and they could even fall asleep nestled among the fuzzy flowers.
Mrs. Wilson's other daughter, Mary, clung tightly to her naked mother, a large nipple still in her mouth. Last night, Mary had been unable to resist her mother's mature body, continuing their incestuous act until she passed out. Carey, who had been sleeping with Virginia, now slept soundly, sprawled out like a child.
Remembering everything that had happened the night before, the exhausted girl shuddered with nausea. David had already left the room; his mother had returned to her bedroom with David before the other women collapsed from exhaustion, continuing their incestuous game. Even after the only man left, the drugs still controlled the women in the room, and the debauchery only ended when everyone was exhausted and asleep.
Now that "Garbage" no longer controlled her mind, the memories of the night became clearer. Virginia felt she hated David more and more; how could a high school student be so cruel?
Yesterday's orgy began with a performance by Mrs. Wilson and her two daughters. Under David's orders, the three women, in a state of madness, performed various actions: digging with their fingers, licking with their tongues, and rubbing their vulvas vigorously in any place David requested. Then, David's mother, while ordering Mrs. Wilson to hold down her daughters, put on an unusually large dildo and brutally raped the two newly added girls in her harem. The performance lasted only a short while before the only woman who attracted Virginia, Kerry, pounced on her, constantly stroking and probing her.
This was a sex show without payment, exclusively for David. As long as he controlled "Garbage," all the women could only lament why they were born women.
When David opened a large bottle of "Garbage," Virginia tried to resist the devil's temptation, but in the face of this drug, all her efforts quickly became futile. The beautiful girl instantly became a slave to desire, leaving her, now fully conscious, only able to feel disgusted by her own actions, trembling palely.
She couldn't know how many orgasms she had experienced before losing consciousness; only the throbbing pain between her legs testified that she had overused her once-virgin flower garden. Virginia remembered sitting in David's lap, his penis mercilessly inserted into her vagina, which was clearly much warmer than her body temperature.
At that time, Virginia couldn't stop; she felt no pain, the madness filling her mind made her writhe incessantly, rubbing her swollen labia against the part of her boyfriend connected to her body. Even when David's mother inserted a dildo into her anus, she felt no pain at all. In extreme excitement, Virginia kept stroking the two hard objects in her genitals until David ejaculated his hot semen into her uterus.
Virginia orgasmed again and again. Of course, she understood what made her orgasm, what made her so crazy, and all the other women in the room understood as well. The only thing she didn't understand was why David seemed completely unaffected by the smell. She guessed that perhaps because David was the creator of "garbage," he knew how to remain unaffected, and since David only enjoyed having sex with women, he never experimented on men. She didn't know that "garbage" only worked on women.
Jill woke in silence, gazing from her young thighs at the older girl sitting opposite her. Virginia felt her gaze, and the wildness in her eyes. Her eyes were full of provocation; she clearly remembered the pleasure the older girl's skillful tongue had brought her the previous night. The next movement caught Virginia's attention, and she turned to look at Mrs. Wilson on the other side of the room.
The middle-aged teacher carefully slipped out of her daughter's arms, wrapping her naked body in a blanket. Shame etched on her face as she dragged her tense and weary body slowly out of the room, tears glistening in her eyes. Virginia felt a deep pity for the science teacher's fate; last night, she had been forced to use a dildo to forcefully penetrate her own daughter to please David, the owner of the "trash."
Virginia felt a pang of contempt for Mrs. Wilson's behavior, though she hadn't resisted much when David brought Samantha into his harem. Thinking about this, she couldn't help but feel sorry for her own fate.
One by one, the women in the room began to wake up. Mary, then Samantha, and finally Carrie, leisurely stroking her own vulva, glistening with vaginal fluid. This was the only sensual activity in the room; it was hard to imagine how wild these women had been the night before. Now, even the sight of naked young women was almost devoid of any lust.
Mary seemed deeply embarrassed by her nakedness, while her sister Jill looked on with obvious fascination. Samantha stood up and made a labored walk toward the bathroom.
Mrs. Wilson quickly returned to the house. She was already dressed in the revealing clothes she had chosen the night before to seduce David. Now, with her disheveled hair, filthy face, wrinkled skirt, and unbuttoned shirt, she looked exactly like a woman having an affair, rushing home before her husband found out.
She stopped by the sofa, blushing, and said, “Virginia, I have to get back before my husband gets home. Could you tell David?”
Virginia realized that the middle-aged schoolteacher was deliberately ignoring her two daughters, even though the sisters were craning their necks to look at her. Recalling what she had done to her daughters the night before, her current behavior was not strange at all.
“David likes his… women…” She wanted to say “slaves,” but she stopped herself in time, “…to say goodbye to him ‘politely.’” In fact, David always enjoyed observing how women behaved after the effects of his “garbage” wore off.
Just then, David entered the hall, fully dressed. His mother, also dressed neatly, stood behind him, glaring sternly at the group of naked young girls in the room.
Everyone in the room noticed David's arrival. Mrs. Wilson said cautiously, "I thought you were still asleep, otherwise I would have come to say goodbye. I must go home." Her voice trembled, revealing her extreme nervousness. Virginia
noticed two different reactions from the women in the room upon their arrival. Even without the smell of "garbage" in the air, Carrie, Samantha, and Jill's attention immediately focused on their hostess. They sat up straight, thrusting out their breasts, tilting their heads back, pouting their lips, and striking what they considered their most seductive poses with sweet smiles. The other women, however, were unusually tense and shy, constantly trying to avoid David's gaze. Virginia
wondered how she would react. At that moment, David's mother provoked her, "I don't think she meant to say goodbye to you, dear." A surge of anger welled up in Virginia's heart; she felt she hated this middle-aged beauty even more than she hated David.
David turned to his mother and smiled, “Yes, I think so too. What do you think we should do to punish her?”
Before his mother could answer, Virginia couldn’t help but say, “We thought you were still asleep, David, otherwise some of us would have come looking for you.” As she spoke, she struck her most seductive pose for her boyfriend.
David smiled gently at her, as if he had expected her to say that. This terrified Virginia, and she trembled. “If he stops supplying me with ‘garbage’ from now on…” She immediately stopped herself from the horrifying thought.
The man’s attention turned to Jill, the little girl facing her owner, circling two fingers around her nipples, a seductive smile on her face. “What do you think we should do to punish your mother, Jill?”
Mrs. Wilson looked at her daughter in a panic. Jill ignored her, her eyes fixed eagerly on her master, “In the past, when we did something wrong, she would spank us.” Seeing David nod with a smile, the little girl was overjoyed.
“That’s a good idea, a spanking, ahh!” Mrs. Wilson trembled, staring down at the ground in front of her. “But I think Mary should do it!” The women in the room were all taken aback, except for David’s mother, Kerry, and Virginia, who vaguely guessed what was about to happen.
Mrs. Wilson burst into tears, her legs giving way as she slumped onto the sofa, hugging Virginia’s legs with both hands, sobbing, “Oh God! David, let me go! Don’t let my daughter spank me. I can’t take it!”
Ignoring the science teacher’s pleas, David turned to his other daughter, who was still stunned, and asked, “So, Mary, do you think we should spank your mother?”
The cute little girl turned helplessly to her sister Jill, but received no response. Then she looked at Virginia, her eyes filled with panic and pleading. Virginia didn’t speak, but simply nodded. For the middle-aged teacher, doing as David said was the only and best way.
David’s reason for choosing Mrs. Wilson’s eldest daughter to carry out the punishment was obvious. Hours earlier, everyone in the room had witnessed the performance of the three of them, and the lovely, shy Mary harbored an unusual obsession with her mother’s body. Everyone clearly remembered how lost she had been in her sexual game with her mother.
Though shy, Mary understood why Virginia had nodded. “Come here, Mom!” she pointed to the floor in front of her, “facing the sofa.” Mary approached, unconcerned that she was still naked, and pressed her mother onto the sofa facing everyone.
David’s mother came closer and handed Mary a bundle of cloth. Wide strips of cloth hung from the base of the rope; such things wouldn’t hurt the skin even after prolonged whipping. David had no interest in hurting women, but he enjoyed this soap opera of mother and daughter on stage together. Mary trembled as she rolled up her mother’s wrinkled skirt. To better enjoy “trash” Mrs. Wilson, she hadn’t worn any underwear since last night, but now she desperately wished she had some undergarments.
“Jill, hold your mother’s head,” David’s mother commanded. Jill knew who the real mistress of the house was, smiled obediently at David, approached her mother, pulled up her hair, and put her hands behind her back.
Mary said, "I'm sorry, Mother." Though her voice was soft, everyone in the room heard her clearly.
The first lash sent a shiver down Mrs. Wilson's spine. Jill pulled her mother's head close, her mouth and nose just inches from her tender vulva. The lashing continued slowly, about twice every ten seconds.
It was a prolonged torture, especially since it came from her own daughter.
Mrs. Wilson burst into tears. The lashing itself wasn't very painful, but the shame she felt was indescribable. To prevent her cries from disturbing her master's enjoyment, Jill pressed her mother's head against her vulva, smearing her face with the honeyed nectar of excitement.
Virginia felt herself still smiling, but felt no joy. She knew that if David had let her lash her own mother, she would have done the same as Mary. She couldn't help but feel secretly glad that her mother was no longer beautiful after having several children.
The rest of the audience watched quietly—more or less affected by the mother and daughter's performance. David's mother embraced her son from behind, rubbing her large breasts against his back. Kerry and Samantha, oblivious to their surroundings, began to caress each other, their fingers inserting into each other's vaginas. Virginia hated what she was seeing, yet she also felt a growing wetness between her legs.
Mary, after a while, was also drenched in sweat from the whipping. But no matter how hard she hit, Mary knew from her mother's expression that it didn't actually hurt much, and her mother seemed to be gradually enjoying the whipping. Jill had started moaning, repeatedly stabbing her mother's nose into her flower garden. The two girls were completely oblivious to what the others in the room were doing.
Finally, David spoke: "Stop!" Everyone immediately stopped what they were doing and stared at the only man in the room.
"Jill, Mary, take your mother to my sister's room to have some fun. There's a bottle of 'trash' on the kitchen table, it's for you." Jill immediately released her mother and stood up. Mary dropped Buso and carefully helped her mother up.
Everyone in the room could see Mrs. Wilson's flushed face, with shy tears on one side and her daughter's bodily fluids on the other. No one doubted whether the poor teacher would ever dare to disobey her student again.
Sure enough, Mrs. Wilson did not ask to go home again. Jill quickly ran to David, gave him a deep, faithful kiss, and then skipped upstairs. Mary, supporting her trembling mother, followed behind. The three of them had been indulging in debauchery for several hours, but on the faces of the two girls, all one could see was eagerness, not exhaustion.
David also turned to leave, his mother beside him. Since they were already dressed, Virginia guessed they would leave the house. She heard a familiar voice, turned around, and saw her younger sister playing 69 with David's older sister, frantically licking each other's genitals, chasing the imminent climax. Virginia stood up, deciding to wash off the filthy smell from her body.
(19)
David's house had become a den of lustful beasts. The women instinctively understood their class in the house.
At the top of the pyramid was David's mother. As the mother of the master, she enjoyed the most freedom in the house, some of which were rights that only she possessed. David was also most infatuated with his mother. This sexy middle-aged woman proved to her son that no matter what kind of debauchery she engaged in, she was no less capable than the younger women. Coupled with the taboo of inverted morality, David was always extremely interested in his mother's body. The women all understood the situation.
Only Virginia could challenge David's mother's authority. David also deeply loved his classmate and first girlfriend. Unlike his mother, David used his girlfriend the least of all the women. Of course, once the "trash" was opened, Virginia would become a slut. But compared to her passionate female companions in daily life, Virginia was much more normal.
Virginia and David's mother almost never greeted each other, let alone had sex. Unless David explicitly ordered it, or she was under the influence of drugs and lost herself, the two would never spark anything. Furthermore, Virginia was the least free person in the house; her boyfriend liked her constant presence.
From the moment she became David's slave and girlfriend, Virginia's skillful oral techniques were constantly used. Both the men and women in the house enjoyed her skills immensely. Except for David's mother, all the women desired her to be between their legs. Virginia was used by women far more often than by her boyfriend.
“Mom, don’t you think our house is getting cramped?” David groaned, rhythmically thrusting Virginia’s head between his legs.
The middle-aged woman smiled at her son, forcefully spreading Samantha’s buttocks so he could see the young goddess’s private parts. There was no smell of “garbage” in the air; the middle-aged woman was less enjoying the young girl and more creating a visual feast for her son.
Sitting naked on the sofa, David’s mother looked incredibly sexy, wearing a new dildo she’d bought a few weeks ago. The dildo was a full six inches long, secured with leather on both sides. Sitting on her was the stiff Samantha, her back to David and her sister, swaying her ample hips.
Samantha moaned ecstatically. David’s mother commanded her to keep riding the enormous dildo even without “garbage,” and the young girl happily complied. She knew David was in the house, and her purpose in life was to please him. Whoever could please the only man in the house would receive countless “garbage.”
Over Samantha's shoulder, the middle-aged woman looked at her son and replied, "Sometimes it feels like that."
She extended a finger and slowly inserted it into the girl's anus. David smiled, enjoying the sight before him, just as his mother had hoped. "I always like being alone with you, dear." The finger inserted deeper and deeper into her anus.
David smiled at his mother's reply, his eyes already glued to Samantha's ravaged buttocks. "Damn! This is really exciting, Mom!"
His mother giggled, just like when David first let her smell the "garbage," her laughter sounding exactly like a little girl's. "Does it feel exciting?" The woman expertly thrust her index finger in and out of the girl's rectum. "It's very tight here!" Samantha groaned loudly, a mixture of pain and excitement. The young body continued to rhythmically move with the dildo; she dared not disappoint David and his mother.
Virginia felt guilty upon hearing her sister's groans. She was so innocent, reduced to a sex slave solely because of David's adolescent desires. Virginia felt the penis throbbing violently in her mouth, knowing that a few more deep thrusts would end it all. But she also knew she absolutely dared not do so, at least while David still controlled the "trash."
"Want to join us?" Virginia clearly heard the middle-aged woman's voice, laced with the tone only used to seduce her son.
David pushed Virginia away from his crotch and jumped to the opposite side, kneeling behind Samantha. The middle-aged woman then supported the girl on top of her, spreading the young girl's buttocks even wider. Her son impatiently thrust his long spear into her tight anus.
Virginia stared in shock as two enormous objects pierced her sister's genitals. Samantha bit down hard on the sofa cushions, trying to stifle her sobs. David never cared whether his pleasure was built on the suffering of others, while his mother looked at the young woman on top of him with malice.
Before long, the rhythm of the three on the sofa became synchronized. The man shouted, "Damn, Mom, I can feel you moving inside her!"
"Feels good, son?"
"Great!" David sped up. Virginia knew her boyfriend never lasted long during anal sex.
The middle-aged woman noticed her son's girlfriend kneeling on the opposite floor and nodded to let her join in. Virginia pretended not to see until David's mother called out, "Come here and lick David's asshole with your tongue!"
David grinned, "My God, you're so filthy, Mom!" Virginia knew she had to do it, and she knew that without this middle-aged woman, her boyfriend wouldn't have thought of asking her to do anything. The
middle-aged woman leaned over Samantha's shoulder, looked into her son's eyes, and said, "Don't you like your mother being filthy?"
Virginia forcefully spread her boyfriend's buttocks, closed her eyes, and stuck her tongue into the dark little hole in front of her.
“I like it, Mom, the more lewd you are, the more I like it.” The movement of the tongue behind him brought him inexplicable pleasure. “I like your breasts, your asshole, your thighs,” he groaned as the tongue penetrated deeper behind him. “And I like your big pussy the most.”
“Come here, darling.”
David bent down, letting his mother's tongue slide into his mouth. At the same time, he felt a familiar throbbing in his testicles; after a long wait, his penis throbbed and ejaculated.
Virginia felt her boyfriend's buttocks twitch, knowing he had ejaculated into her sister's rectum. The man's snoring and his mother's feigned passionate cries confirmed her suspicions.
Not long after, the still-erect penis withdrew from Samantha's aching anus with a "pop!" The middle-aged woman immediately ordered her sister, "Come and help your sister clean up, Virginia?"
David, somewhat weary, sat down beside his mother after leaving Samantha's body. Although he was tired after ejaculation, gentle teasing was still enjoyable. His mother knew exactly how to please her son; she reached out and grasped his now-soft penis, gently squeezing out the remaining semen.
Seeing Virginia hesitate about whether to do as she was told, David's mother added, "Come help my son clean up after you're done." The middle-aged woman leaned over and kissed the young man deeply. "Is that alright, David?"
"Yes, no doubt, Mom." He didn't see the victorious smile on his mother's face, nor did he see Virginia's sore and stiff face pressed against Samantha's parted crotch.
(20)
David had long been aware of everything happening at home, especially the power struggle between his mother and his girlfriend.
He knew his mother had the upper hand because of her high status, while Virginia had become a confidante whom all the other women in the family could entrust their secrets to. In David's heart, a wild voice was singing, the women's rivalry for his favor brought him great pleasure, but another voice of conscience was lamenting the fate of his women, making him exceptionally fond of his only girlfriend, Virginia, giving her far more freedom than others.
David woke up from his sleep, warmly embracing Virginia and her sister, Samantha. Several months have passed since he invented "garbage," and as time flies, he has gradually learned to enjoy the pleasure of completely controlling women. Although a sliver of conscience sometimes makes him feel guilty about what he's done, most of the time he dreams of a future where he's surrounded by beauties.
Virginia has also woken up. She quietly watches David gently stroke Samantha's hair and lightly kiss her slender shoulders. This is something he rarely does, and Virginia can't help but wonder what her boyfriend is thinking.
The morning sunlight streams through the window, and David gently sits up, looking at the two sisters lying on either side. They seem to still be fast asleep. He smiles, climbs out of bed, savoring the passion of hours ago, and opens the bathroom door to take a shower.
Virginia slides lightly off the bed and slips out of the room. The clumps of vaginal fluid on her skin are proof of her boyfriend's overuse of her pubic area. David is taking a shower, the sound of the water unable to mask his rather poor singing voice.
As Virginia stepped out the door, she noticed the master bedroom door was ajar before going downstairs. Curiosity piqued, she crept closer and peeked inside.
David's mother lay on the large bed in the middle, her body covered in glistening oil stains, various sex toys scattered around. An empty medicine bottle lay overturned on the bedside table. At the middle-aged woman's feet lay her daughter, Kerry, similarly covered in massage oil, but her hands were bound behind her back.
Virginia felt disgusted, filled with loathing for the middle-aged woman's use of her position to control her son and other women. Just as she was about to leave, feeling uncomfortable, she saw several bundles of whips on the floor and picked them up.
Suddenly, an idea struck her. She bent down and gently tied David's mother to the heavy oak frame at the head of the bed. Virginia guessed how the middle-aged woman had enjoyed a sexual feast the previous night and must be exhausted and unconscious now. Then she picked up Kerry's torn underwear from the floor and stuffed it into the middle-aged woman's mouth.
The middle-aged woman didn't even have a chance to scream. Seeing Virginia sitting beside her with a smile, she hadn't realized she was already tied up. She didn't struggle or scream, only felt a burning anger inside her. Just as she was anxiously guessing what her fate would be, she saw her son's girlfriend simply turn around and quietly walk out of the house.
David felt someone enter the bathroom. When he looked up, the shower curtain was suddenly pulled open. "Good morning, darling, may I come in?" It was Virginia, her face radiant with a smile David hadn't seen in months.
"Of course." Virginia stepped into the bathtub and pulled the curtain back up. David looked at her sexy figure with interest, feeling a surge of pride that such a wonderful woman was his girlfriend.
Virginia submerged her head in the water, wetting her hair. "Did you have fun last night, V?" V was David's childhood nickname.
Their conversation almost never changed; it was always about sex. Virginia didn't tell him the truth, but instead passionately kissed his lips. “You know I’m not very good at it. How is it?” she said, grasping his limp penis. “Does it feel good?” Then she offered her wet body, kissing her boyfriend’s lips again.
Finally, they separated from their long kiss. “I don’t think that’s a problem,” David replied seriously, and then they both laughed, though Virginia felt she wanted to cry more.
His hands gripped her ample buttocks, kneading them mercilessly. “You haven’t laughed like this in weeks.”
It must have been months, she muttered to herself. “Why are you so happy today?”
She had to be careful; David was very clever, though before inventing “garbage,” he had been a very innocent boy, and now he was quite different. Virginia lowered her head, avoiding his gaze to hide her resentment. “I don’t want to go to school today.”
“Not going again?”
“I’d rather stay home. My grades aren’t that great anyway. And I have Mrs. Wilson’s class today.” There was no need to say anything more; they were both guaranteed an A in that science class no matter what. Before he could speak, she blurted out, “Could I have another bottle, David?” Her hands rubbed incessantly between his legs, gently squeezing his throbbing penis. “Please, darling?”
David laughed, not for anything ridiculous, but more out of satisfaction at his power. “Baby, you’re so horny!” This was another thing that often disgusted Virginia—why did men always like to boast about sex, yet be so oblivious to women’s feelings?
She pressed herself closer to her boyfriend, her pubic hair rubbing against his legs, her hand stroking his penis. “I just want to improve my relationship with your mom.”
He paused, surprised by her answer, then continued, “Sounds good, baby.
But I’m not sure if it will work.”
“I just want to try… ever since last night, I’ve been thinking about what it would be like to make love with your mom all day.” A finger had already slipped into her buttocks, gradually disappearing into her recently frequently used anus.
“Well then, I think I’ll do as you say. Just make sure you get along well with her, understand?”
She nodded shyly. After months of being improperly possessed and frequently used as a sex slave by her boyfriend, Virginia had figured out how to deal with him. In fact, the only person she needed to be wary of now was David’s mother. She provocatively picked up the soap, asking her boyfriend if he had missed anything.
It took them over twenty minutes to finish their playful water play. They didn't have sex, as David was exhausted from a night of lovemaking, and Virginia was disgusted by the thought of having it inside her. But, as she'd learned from David's mother, anything was possible if he was in a good mood.
Virginia watched him walk out of the room and wave goodbye to his SUV. Finally, when the screeching of the wheels was completely gone, she went back up the stairs. "Alright, bitch, let's see how we can improve our relationship."
The middle-aged woman immediately opened her eyes and saw Virginia standing by the open door. The young woman took off her robe and threw it on the floor. She held a small bottle of medicine in her hand, which made the middle-aged woman hesitate for a moment.
"Okay, Mom," everyone in the house had started calling the middle-aged woman "Mom" since last month, because David called her "the mother of this house," "today you're mine." Virginia opened the bottle, took a deep drag, and stepped into the house.
The distinctive smell of "garbage" quickly permeated every corner of the room, and the three women in the room could clearly hear the footsteps of desire within their bodies. Even though Kerry didn't know what was happening, she was still reacting to the drugs in her sleep, and her legs quickly became wet. David's mother twisted her legs, and moans escaped through the panties stuffed in her mouth.
Virginia's hand was also on her vulva, but she tried to slow down the speed of rubbing her clitoris. She approached the bedside. "I'm going to enjoy you, you slut, dear mother." She crawled to the foot of the bed, facing the tightly bound woman. Then she moved the small vibrating egg away and stepped her foot between the middle-aged woman's quickly wet legs. Her big toe immediately found the loose folds and thrust in without hesitation. "It
's time for you to be taught a lesson, you bitch, isn't it?" She brazenly moved her toe back and forth in the woman's vagina, causing the middle-aged woman great discomfort. “You’d better serve me well today, I’ll teach you a lesson, you bitch!”
Virginia was quite surprised by the middle-aged woman’s lustful movements at her feet, until she noticed Kerry behind her watching them intently, rubbing his genitals rapidly while arching his back. “Look at her, Mom, your slutty daughter is so shameless.” She laughed mischievously, bringing the middle-aged woman’s foot close to Kerry’s face.
Kerry immediately took the toes in front of him into his mouth, desperately hoping to attract their attention.
David’s mother was terrified of her son’s girlfriend, but she couldn’t resist the scent in the air. Especially when her daughter’s wet, hot tongue enveloped her big toe, the ticklish sensation on the sole of her foot made her feel like she was about to orgasm. Then came a pulling pain from another toe inside her vagina, but after the pain, there was a strange pleasure.
She also saw that before Virginia began to abuse her, Samantha was already standing in the hallway, masturbating frantically. The girl, still developing, looked tired and haggard, her hands moving erratically and rapidly in and out of her vagina, creating an extremely obscene scene.
"Samantha, go get some clothespins, a belt, and some strips of cloth," her sister commanded. Samantha immediately turned to carry it out. Everyone knew Samantha was the kind of person who would execute any order without question. Seeing her sister leave, Virginia jumped off the bed.
The small vibrating egg on the bed gave her a new idea, and Virginia picked it up with a wicked smile.
She bent down, approaching the middle-aged woman's constantly writhing legs. Circling around the wet and wide-open dark red vulva, she inserted the dry plastic toy into the dark, wrinkled anus. The vaginal fluid gushing from the middle-aged woman's vulva had already soaked the area, and the dildo slid effortlessly into the woman's rectum.
Virginia continued to insert the toy until, except for the last centimeter, the entire dildo was completely submerged in the woman's body.
David's mother murmured, eagerly anticipating her orgasm. A mouth on her foot sucked incessantly on her toes, while the dildo in her anus vibrated violently at full power. She simply needed someone to touch her clitoris to reach orgasm. She tried to push her toes towards Kerry's mouth.
The woman's mind was now consumed by nothing but orgasm.
Virginia was intimately familiar with the middle-aged woman's vulva. She had been ordered to "serve" this vulva countless times under the tyranny of "trash." She inserted three fingers into the opening, knowing perfectly well that it matched the width of the middle-aged woman's vagina. When the fourth finger struggled to part the petals and slip into the thirsty opening, David's mother screamed in terror, the sound clearly audible even through the dirty underwear stuffed in her mouth.
Virginia laughed, inserting her thumb as well, feeling the pressure of the vaginal walls, and thrusting her fingers into the middle-aged woman's body knuckle by knuckle. Through the gaze before her, she could clearly see the pain she had inflicted on this still-attractive woman. She smiled at her. Amidst the devilish fragrance in the air, Virginia couldn't help but feel a surge of pride at the location of her right hand.
Just then, Virginia heard a gasp from behind, followed by her sister's long moan.
Samantha, holding the item she had been instructed to use, stared blankly at everything before her, saying nothing. "Samantha, come here, clip the clothespins to Mommy's breasts!"
Samantha quickly opened a clothespin and clamped it tightly to the middle-aged woman's erect nipple. Then another; the young executioner didn't know what to do next, because her sister was enjoying the malicious humiliation of her master's mother while simultaneously using her free left hand to thrust into her own vagina.
Samantha felt the heat emanating from her lower body and felt she should do something too. Then she saw Kerry arching her back like a shrimp, her hands firmly bound behind her back. Following the ropes to her hands, she saw Kerry's alluring round buttocks. Samantha, unable to control her rising lust, jumped behind Kerry, parted her firm buttocks, and inserted her tongue into the small opening in front of her.
Kerry hummed, surprised yet incredibly comfortable by the unexpected attack on her lower body. She slightly raised her buttocks, making it easier for her friend behind her to enter. The feeling was similar to the pleasure brought by her brother's penis, especially when it penetrated her body, only slightly smaller and wetter.
Virginia was slightly disappointed, because David's mother beneath her was gradually enjoying herself. As her right hand entered, the woman's pelvis even lifted up, responding to her movement.
Virginia quickly withdrew her hand from the warm, wet folds, wiping it clean with the towel her sister had brought earlier. She saw the middle-aged woman pleading and understood that it was for the sake of an orgasm. This must be what David usually felt, Virginia thought. The pleasure of controlling others brought almost the same satisfaction as her own orgasm.
Her body also craved an orgasm. Virginia pulled the dirty panties that had been stuffed inside the woman's mouth. "Let me go, Virginia, please!" The last word was almost screamed, but the whole sentence still sounded like a command. The
alluring young girl jumped onto the bed and straddled the middle-aged woman's face. The woman beneath her tried to turn her face to the side; she already guessed why her only son's girlfriend was sitting on her head, but the dripping vulva still brazenly came towards her mouth.
Virginia pointed at Kerry and commanded, "Come here and suck your mother's stinking cunt, bitch!" The young woman opposite her was already delirious with pleasure, crawling away from Samantha behind her until her mouth could reach her mother's wet vulva.
As the young lips began to cultivate her mother's muddy garden, Virginia heard the woman beneath her scream in ecstasy. The sound caused Virginia's already soaked vagina to gush forth. David's mother opened her mouth, gasping for breath, her tongue probing into the vulva before her. Then, Samantha crawled over, grabbed a clothespin, and quickly surrounded the pinched, blood-red nipple with her tongue.
This had exceeded the limits of "the mother of the house," and the middle-aged woman began to climax violently with shouts.
Her body convulsed violently under the assault of the three young girls until she collapsed limply onto the bed. The two small mouths never ceased their licking and sucking, while the wet, hot vulva on her face rubbed back and forth against her mouth and nose, making it difficult for her to breathe. The middle-aged woman managed to squeeze out a few words from between her pubic hair:
"Please...please...stop!"
Virginia's own climax was drawing ever closer, and the broken words from between her legs pulled her from the fog of excitement. She quickly got off the middle-aged woman, but only to carry out her next revenge plan.
"Samantha, Kerry..." she called over the two girls and quickly gave them detailed instructions. Then she bent down and approached the middle-aged woman, whose face was covered in semen, and asked, "Do you want to do as I say, or should I be harsher?" As she said this, her fingers twisted hard on the nipple still covered in Samantha's saliva.
"I'll do as you say! I'll do anything! Virginia. God, please. I can't take it anymore!" Partly from the stimulation of the "garbage" in the room, and partly from the throbbing pain in her nipples. Virginia felt she had found the reason why the middle-aged woman was striving for the position of mistress—she was afraid, afraid that one day she would be replaced by a younger woman because of her aging and fading beauty.
Virginia untied the ropes binding the middle-aged woman, giving her commands until the women did as she instructed.
She watched with satisfaction as the middle-aged woman lay on top of her daughter. Behind her, Samantha and Kerry lay face to face, their four legs intertwined like cables. Kerry's mother straddled her daughter's head, her body bent, her face parallel to the two young women. What interested Virginia most was that the dildo was still vibrating in the middle-aged woman's anus, and a large clothespin still hung from one of the woman's nipples.
As usual, Kerry couldn't resist and immediately brought her face to her mother's vulva. Her young and strong tongue easily found the engorged clitoris, which made David's mother scream uncontrollably, and then the middle-aged woman, in return, took Samantha's clitoris into her mouth as well. Virginia simply grasped her own flower bud, gently kneading it, and soon heard the footsteps of climax. She wanted everyone to remember this moment, to remember that she was the mistress of this place.
As the belt struck her plump, upturned buttocks, Virginia's love juice gushed out like a waterfall.
(Twenty-one)
Experts call this olfactory stimulation neurodynamics.
Virginia sat in the school library, hoping to find something that would allow her to escape her current life.
She had read many reports on using scent to control animal behavior, but none on how to resist wild urges. The more she researched, the more desperate she became. It was clear that her future was not a choice. Several
months passed, and life at her boyfriend's house remained largely unchanged. David was still the sole supplier of the magical drug "garbage." He manufactured "garbage" in the basement and then distributed it in small vials to the women in the house. Of course, not all women received what they wanted; whether or not they received "garbage" depended entirely on David's whim. Usually, the drug was given as a reward for taming slaves.
Although Virginia had tried to break her addiction to "trash," she could never resist the slightest whiff of its aroma. Even when she tried to hold her breath, the rising desire would immediately change her mind. The allure of "trash" was so strong that she would lose herself every time she saw it. Her life had been drastically altered by her indifferent boyfriend.
Virginia, once the queen of all social events at school, was quickly ostracized.
Her former friends couldn't accept her relationship with David, who didn't belong in their circle.
Of course, David was never invited to any of her friends' parties. So, Virginia had no choice.
David always loved to flaunt his girlfriend, especially when she was the prettiest girl in school. Kissing in the hallways and groping her butt in front of everyone were David's favorite things to do. The Virginia of the past was gone.
Almost no one noticed that she had graduated high school. Only David truly cared for her, as he himself still had two years before graduating from school. At the man's insistence, Virginia moved into his house, living in the basement that had been converted into a family bedroom. The original largest bedroom was now covered in plush cushions and pillows, as David felt such decor resembled a female dog's den. Virginia rarely had the opportunity to sleep alone.
Samantha frequently stayed overnight at David's house, always with an excitement and enthusiasm that her sister lacked. Virginia's parents were unhappy that their daughter had moved out, especially since their other daughter also frequently stayed there. However, after David politely assured them that they would have their own space, they agreed to their daughter's request. Their house was too large, and they were too busy; the private lives of one or two daughters were not worth their time.
What happened to Mrs. Wilson would chill any woman succumbing to the allure of "trash." At David's command, she left her husband and rented an apartment with her two daughters. The new apartment had only one room, but it was big enough to fit a large bed, as David had instructed. If she wasn't summoned by her master for a week, she would receive a small vial of potion to keep her going.
After a while, Mrs. Wilson gradually lost the fragile balance between pleasure and madness. In fact, all women have the same problem to some extent.
One time, David went to the school to be the poor middle-aged teacher's "garbage" for the week, and she hurriedly uncorked the bottle, just like before. But when David went back to retrieve his forgotten science textbook, he saw his teacher slave kneeling naked between three boys. The woman frantically gloved and sucked on the men's erect penises. The smell in the air made her indifferent to everything around her, but from then on, her pleasure began to turn into torture.
Virginia suspected that David himself was addicted to "garbage." What can an addicted woman do when the air is filled with garbage—there is no answer, but it certainly shouldn't be like what Mrs. Wilson did. She was the most addicted to drugs, and even the mere mention of "trash" could command the old woman to do anything.
The last thing Virginia heard about her was that she had "hit two students in a car" and gone south, then abandoned her students and a truck driver. After that, there was no more news of Mrs. Wilson.
Her two daughters, Jill and Mary, now lived with David.
David's sister, Carrie, remained the sexiest and most passionate in the family. She deeply loved her brother and was completely open to him. More accurately, she enjoyed being controlled and used. She was the most supportive person in the family of David maintaining his current lifestyle.
David's mother had changed considerably since that morning when she "improved her relationship" with Virginia. The young girl somewhat regretted everything she had done that morning, but also realized she had achieved her original goal.
The middle-aged mother no longer dared to try to control Virginia's life; instead, she was unusually submissive to her son's girlfriend. The other women in the house were all meek and subservient to David's mother, but Virginia was completely unaffected by this pressure. In fact, given the opportunity, the middle-aged woman always submitted to Virginia, eagerly craving her discipline. The young woman guessed that this might be because her sadomasochistic displays had given the middle-aged woman a taste of pleasure.
Virginia felt embarrassed about what she did to the middle-aged woman, but almost every time she disciplined her in the same way as the first time. Sometimes the middle-aged woman would ask Virginia to spank her, and Virginia would raise her hand and strike her pale, round, plump buttocks hard. The young woman didn't feel uncomfortable, but she was less willing to do anything more extreme unless she was severely angered.
David was perfectly content with his current life; little had changed at home. He needed one or two women lying beside him every morning. He allowed all the women in the house to have sex with him anytime, anywhere, whenever he wished. The women were forbidden from wearing anything except a smiling face, with the sole exception of his mother, whom he enjoyed seeing in sexy lingerie. In short, David strictly controlled every woman's behavior and decision.
David was a bookworm at school. Virginia believed he was a bookworm at home too. He loved watching women play lesbian games in front of him, but his high intelligence did little to help him understand female psychology, or rather, the world at large. This was why he often needed his mother to support the family without being noticed by those with ulterior motives.
Virginia already knew the family savings were dwindling. David's mother had missed several days of work, but the number of mouths to feed was growing. After paying the monthly mortgage, there was almost no disposable income. David had tried several times to get Virginia to find a job, but his mother had stopped him each time. Virginia had no idea what the middle-aged woman was thinking.
The books in front of her were piled high, but they did nothing to help her. The young girl was almost about to burst into tears in the library, her heart aching, unsure whether it was from frustration or anger. Virginia felt completely lost, just sitting blankly in front of the thick stack of books, hoping for a miracle.
Every now and then, memories of her recent life would make her feel nauseous for a while.
She finally stood up and left the library. David was about to finish class, and she had to compose herself and wait for her boyfriend, her master.
(Twenty-two)
David sat there, his face full of anger. He held yet another overdue bill in his hand. His mother sat opposite him, and his girlfriend sat to his right.
No one spoke.
The paradise that had lasted for months was beginning to fade. Reality had interrupted David's dreamlike journey on his island of desire, and worse, he was powerless to stop it. He couldn't take his anger out on anyone, because this was entirely his own doing. He had no control over the world outside.
His mother hadn't even taken off her suit when David called her into the kitchen. She cleared her throat, trying to break the silence, "Could we move to a smaller place?"
David noticed his girlfriend shrink back; the house was already cramped enough. "No, I don't think we can do that," he said slowly, taking a deep breath. Otherwise, his voice would tremble with anger.
The usually silent Virginia spoke up, "I agree, we actually need a bigger house." The three of them nodded in unison.
The financial strain had begun last month, and now it was time to draw conclusions. This wasn't the first overdue bill they'd been presented with.
"How much money do we have left this month, Mom?"
the middle-aged woman answered reluctantly, "Not much."
Suddenly, Kerry's voice rang out from beside the refrigerator; she'd been hiding there for a while. “Why don’t we find a rich woman to join us?” She meant, of course, to join her brother’s harem.
David turned his head slightly in surprise, admiring his sister’s naked, athletic body. He saw his mother nod at him, agreeing with Kerry’s suggestion. Then he turned to his girlfriend, “Do you know anyone like that?”
Virginia had grown up in a different circle than him, and David felt she should have a suitable person to solve the problem. He saw Virginia hesitate and guessed she probably didn’t want to add another woman to the family. He had long known that his girlfriend had already achieved dominance among the women in the family, but because she never used that position to coerce others, David had let her be. She was afraid of losing her current position, he guessed.
This time he was wrong; Virginia’s hesitation stemmed from her unwillingness to let other women suffer the same physical and mental torment as she had. “It’s been too long; I don’t really remember the people from the past.”
No matter what reason she gave, no one believed her. “Is Samantha out of school?” Virginia shook her head; she knew her boyfriend hadn’t given up. “As soon as she gets back, I told her to come to the lab downstairs to find me.” He stood up to leave, a smile already on his face. “It would be interesting to have another woman in the room.”
Kerry jumped to her brother’s side and asked without a shred of sympathy, “Do you want a girl or a grown woman?”
Even her mother frowned at this, but David didn’t care about his sister’s bluntness and laughed loudly, “Just wait and see.”
(Twenty-three)
The right woman had been found. The only problem was her husband and family. Samantha, Kerry, and David sat in the car, secretly observing her shopping with her friends. The woman’s name was Guy de Monterrey, and she smiled as if she had no worries. David assessed her, calculating what this woman could do for him. She was nearly forty and wore an expensive pure white dress. Her face was also quite beautiful, with only a few wrinkles.
Kerry began to comment without restraint, as if the woman opposite him were already a member of the family. "Her legs are a little thin, but her waist is also very thin, so any flaws in her legs aren't very noticeable. I wonder if she trims her pubic hair?"
Samantha sat next to David, detailing everything about Guy, alternating with Kerry's comments: "Her eldest son is named Jim, a year older than you, David."
"Her breasts are a little small too..."
"Her youngest son is named Tony, only thirteen years old."
"...So, her nipples probably aren't very big either." "
Mrs. Demont's husband retired a few years ago. My mother said he retired so early because he had so much money he couldn't spend it all in several lifetimes."
"Do you prefer big or small nipples, David?"
"They have two houses, one on the hill in front," which is the most expensive area in town. Because you can see a panoramic view of the city from the hill, the property prices there were something David could never have imagined before. "The other one seems to be on the east bank."
"Never mind," Kerry chuckled, "I wonder what she'll taste like."
David interrupted the two women. “Tell me about her daughter?”
Kerry smiled, equally expectant of Samantha’s answer.
“Her name is Ronnie, she’s a swimsuit model.”
“And then?” Kerry asked.
“She’s probably nineteen, but she’s a bit hot-tempered.”
Now it was David’s turn to chuckle. No woman could resist the allure of his paradise. His eyes were fixed on the woman across the street. “How are we going to get her?”
Samantha remained silent, but Kerry, without exception, had an idea. “We’ll take her home and give her some ‘trash’!”
This wasn’t what David wanted to do. He didn’t want to force himself on a woman, and there was no need for it; “trash” would solve everything. “No, give her some ‘trash’ and let her come begging to us.”
Kerry looked somewhat disappointed, still hoping they could just take Gayle back today. Samantha thought for a moment and interjected, “How do we give her anything?”
“That’ll be the hardest part. What does she do, Samantha?”
The young girl bit her lower lip, searching her memory of the high-class woman across the street. “She sometimes throws parties. At least that’s what my mother says.” Seeing David’s growing impatience, she hurriedly continued, “And she’s the president of some kind of charity, something like… ‘Hands of Friendship’… um, I think that’s it.”
David’s smile widened.
“Don’t you think her butt’s a bit flat, David? Not at all like Mom’s.” David turned to his sister and laughed at her comment.
(Twenty-four)
Virginia hated what she was about to do, but she was still excited to enjoy the bottle of “trash” in her pocket. It was torture to carry “trash” for others, even though her boyfriend always rewarded her with another bottle after she completed the task, and she was the only woman in the family she could trust to do this. The bus had been moving slower than a tortoise, and the five-minute walk had felt like ten minutes, while the little bottle in her pocket felt like it weighed twenty pounds.
She was led into the office by her expressionless secretary, and after a minute, Mrs. Demont walked in.
A middle-aged woman nearing forty smiled, closed the door, and extended her hand. “Hello, Virginia! It’s been months since I’ve seen you. How is your mother?”
Virginia felt her mouth was dry. “She’s fine, Mrs. Demont.”
“Oh, no need for that. You’re an adult now, just call me Guy.” She sat down behind her desk.
It was time; David’s orders were that they could begin when Mrs. Demont was alone with her. Virginia took a small vial from her pocket, released it, and let it shatter on the floor. An alluring scent rose instantly, and she felt desire surging through her veins.
“Is there anything I can do for you?” Guy frowned and took a few deep breaths.
“Well, I’m looking for a job. Mom said I could come to you.” It was a lie, of course, but her sister had suggested this answer when planning.
“I understand.” Virginia shifted her position, gripping the armrests tightly, trying to remain calm. Mrs. Demont shifted her position, and Virginia noticed one of her hands slipped under the table. “Let me think about it, I’ll try my best to help you.” She paused, sighed deeply, shook her head, and continued, “But I can’t hire anyone here.” She paused again, as if gathering her thoughts. “Actually, darling, if you go see my secretary, I think she’ll help you.”
Guy’er tried to shoo her away, but it was just as they planned. Virginia stood up, walked around the table to the woman, and leaned in, saying, “Please, Guy’er. Don’t send me away, I really need this job.” The middle-aged woman tried not to look down at her friend’s daughter’s loose skirt. David had long since discovered that his drugs were extremely effective at inducing women to lesbianism, because it was always much more comfortable for someone else to do it than for them to do it themselves.
“Please leave.” She was almost at her breaking point, Virginia thought, “The rubbish” had her hooked.
“Please, Guy’er, I’ll do anything you want!” Then the beautiful young woman bent down and kissed Mrs. Demont on the lips.
Gayl stared wide-eyed at the young woman before her, but offered no resistance when the woman's warm tongue reached for her. Even more surprisingly, she heard a moan escape her throat, a joyful hum. If one wasn't looking closely, it would be difficult to notice a hand kneading her small, firm breasts. It felt wonderful; she was completely lost in the moment.
Virginia took a deep breath, struggling against the devil's temptation, and pulled away from the woman. There was still one important scene left in the script. "Do you need me to do this to give me work?"
Virginia began unbuttoning her dress, one button at a time.
Mrs. Demont could do nothing but breathe rapidly, staring blankly as the sexy young woman before her removed her clothes, revealing her perfect body. "No..." This was the only thing the woman could utter, weak and feeble, devoid of any resolve. Virginia decided to ignore her feeble protests.
The dress fell to the ground, revealing the young woman's naked body. Virginia wasn't wearing any underwear, and the striptease abruptly ended. But Guyer didn't notice anything unusual. "I can do anything for you, Guyer." She stood quietly for a few seconds, then walked to the desk. Guyer remained silent, whether from surprise or inexplicable excitement, it was hard to tell. The beautiful young woman bent down again, pressing her large, firm breasts into Guyer's mouth.
His hot tongue finally found the erect nipple and began to suckle vigorously. Virginia hummed happily. The script was finished; now it was time to enjoy. She simply lay down on the desk, one hand reaching down, easily finding the smooth thigh of the wealthy woman. The middle-aged woman had long since lost control of her desires; her skirt was pulled up to her waist, and one hand was vigorously rubbing her vulva. This made things easier for the young woman; the gate to the forbidden zone had been opened.
After Virginia's fingers groped around her panties for a while, they found the gushing crevice of her vagina. She looked up at the brown-haired woman and said, "I'll lick you until you scream, Guyel." A groan, incoherent incoherent incessantly, was the woman's reply. "I'll give you an orgasm you've never experienced before!" Virginia said, pulling her breasts out of the woman's mouth.
Guyel's face was covered in saliva sprayed from her rapid breathing. "Quick! Let me go! Lick me, Virginia, please!" The young woman crawled to the ground, turning Guyel's chair to face her.
"It's been years since I've been licked, I want it so badly!" Her voice was now completely like a sob. Seeing her friend like this, Virginia hated herself even more.
Kneeling before the large leather chair, Virginia involuntarily licked her lips, quite expectant of the impending lewd act. Even without that taste in the air, Virginia always fantasized about licking other women. Although Mrs. Demont had never been the object of her fantasies, she now regretted neglecting this middle-aged woman in the past.
Filled with eager anticipation, Gayl wiggled her hips as she pulled her conservatively styled panties down to her feet and threw them on the floor. The mother of three bit her lip, spread her legs, and placed them on the armrests of the chair. Her skirt was already tied up at her waist; her secret garden was now utterly unrecognizable.
Virginia saw the woman's vaginal fluid gushing out, dripping and soaking the black leather beneath her buttocks. The woman's pubic hair was neatly trimmed, leaving her outer labia bare. The young girl, quite familiar with various female genitalia over the past few months, still found this one particularly appealing.
"Please, Virginia, I've been waiting so long!"
The young woman could no longer control her lust; her head snapped close to her pale, slender thighs, her tongue touching her swollen clitoris. Guy jumped up from her chair. "Oh!" she cried, quickly reaching out to hold the writhing head between her thighs, drawing it closer.
The middle-aged woman seemed to melt into the leather chair, her buttocks sliding to the edge. Virginia could clearly see the woman's pursed labia, opening and closing with each breath. Virginia's mouth was less than three inches from the center of pleasure. Seeing the thick love fluid seep from the red opening, dripping over the folds of her anus onto the floor, her eyes practically lit up.
Unable to resist, Virginia stuck out her tongue and caught a drop of love fluid that had just fallen to the ground. As her tongue swept across the sensitive anus, Mrs. Demont cried out. Under the influence of the "garbage," every erogenous zone seemed hundreds of times more sensitive. Guy suddenly grabbed the young woman's head and pressed it against her unbearably itchy vulva. Finally, her nimble tongue moved in, and Mrs. Demont's love fluid erupted like a tidal wave. This was a perfect orgasm she had never experienced before.
With the surge of love fluid, her body swayed rhythmically. Virginia's mouth moved downwards to taste more of the fluid. The middle-aged woman's thighs clamped down on the beautiful head with its naturally curly hair, constantly forcing the young face to rub against her trembling vulva. No penis could bring her such pleasure, and masturbation could never compare. This was an unprecedented and unexpected pleasure.
Virginia felt the tense muscles on her face gradually relax, and the thighs that had been clamping her apart parted.
She looked up at Mrs. Demont, guessing that the middle-aged woman might have fainted. It didn't matter; Virginia's own mind was already as fuzzy as cotton. She moved her body upwards, crawling into the middle-aged woman's shirt. She wanted to taste the woman's breasts, to suck and play with the erect nipples.
The middle-aged woman lay there helplessly, letting her do as she pleased. Virginia soon had an orgasm as well, while Guyel had a second. The women quickly recovered, and then their hairy vulvas came together again.
(Twenty-five)
Guyel waited quietly after knocking on the door. She didn't understand what she was doing, or why she was there. She had asked herself the same question many times since Virginia called to rekindle their relationship. She still vividly remembered their first time together, the day she had orgasmed four times in a row.
Thinking about it, she blushed with shame at what she had done. She kept telling herself that this meeting was only to settle things once and for all, and that what had happened last time must never happen again. But just thinking about how she had climaxed that day made her knees tremble weakly.
The door opened, and out came a boy of about ten years old whom Guy had never seen before. He extended his hand gentlemanly and smiled, saying, “Oh! Please come in! Mrs. Demont.” Looking at the boy, she thought he was the type her daughter called a bookworm.
“Thank you.” She stepped into the porch and tried to ask casually, “Is Virginia in?”
“No, but she’ll be back soon.” The boy maintained his smile. “You’re a little early, can’t wait?” With that, he closed the door.
“What did you say?” She felt the blood rush to her cheeks. Had Virginia told someone about their affair?
“Please come in, my name is David.”
She nodded, somewhat reluctantly giving her name, “Gaiel.”
“Would you like something to drink?”
“No, thank you.” The nerdy boy led her to the living room and sat down opposite her, staring intently at her body. As his gaze lingered between her breasts and legs, Gaiel realized he must know everything about her and Virginia. A sudden surge of anger chilled her to the bone.
“When did Virginia move in?” She looked around the room, trying to hide her embarrassment and break the awkward silence. Besides, she was genuinely curious about Virginia leaving her parents’ large house to move here. Changing lifestyles wasn’t easy for a woman not yet twenty.
Then she smelled something. Instantly, the details of that day in the office with Virginia flashed through her mind like a revolving lantern. The young woman’s glistening, agile tongue seemed to have touched her itchy folds again. She instinctively squeezed her legs together, trying to suppress the rising desire within her.
No, it was that scent! Gayl remembered smelling it again last week in the office, just before she and Virginia had sex. It was a scent that could penetrate her nose and seep into every cell of her body. Goosebumps rose on her skin, and her body trembled slightly. She felt a surge of desire in her vagina, and it wouldn't be long before she soaked through her pants. She squeezed her legs together again, but it didn't help much. What was that scent that was so alluring?
She noticed David staring at her, smiling smugly, a hint of impatience in his eyes. "He looks at me like I'm looking at a painting or some kind of artwork," Gayl thought. As his gaze slowly moved from her ankles down her legs, she felt a burning sensation on her skin, as if a boy were caressing her. Her desire surged wildly, and when his gaze settled between her legs, her heart felt like it would leap out of her chest.
Of course, he couldn't see anything, but Guy felt completely naked in front of this nerdy boy. Then she suddenly realized something: the nerdy boy opposite her had a penis! A throbbing, young, hard penis! She felt a hand grabbing her left breast and looked down to see it was her own hand.
Just thinking about what was between David's legs a few feet away made her mouth water.
"You'll feel better if you take your clothes off."
Of course, Guy couldn't help but curse her own stupidity. Looking down, her trembling hands were already struggling to tear open her shirt. At first, she was genuinely startled that she was undressing in front of a young man. But at the same time, she was also excited.
"This nerdy boy probably still has a virginity, why not let him see my beautiful body?"
she mischievously thought. Finally, she managed to pull her bra off her shoulders, and Guy felt her nipples stand erect. "They're so hard," she thought, "like rocks." Although the room was very warm, she kept shivering.
“Take your pants off too.”
She felt incredibly stupid. Why didn’t she take her pants off as well? As she wiggled her hips and pulled down her loose pants, she questioned her actions. Why did she do this? Gayl looked down and saw that her panties were covered in a lot of glistening liquid, some still clinging to her pubic hair.
She longed to taste herself, wondering how her own vaginal fluid differed from the sweet juice in Virginia’s vagina. As she opened her legs and inserted a finger into her neatly trimmed garden, a loud moan escaped her throat. She quickly withdrew her finger from her opening and licked it passionately.
“Fuck yourself, Gayl.”
She didn’t even think about why he would say that; it was so obvious. Following David’s instructions, she put her hand back between her legs and began to play with it wantonly. Gayl, now a wife and mother, moved her fingers rapidly, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid. “You’re a slut, Gayl!” she thought, “a beautiful bitch about to explode!”
A few seconds later, she looked back at the boy opposite her and was surprised to find the nerd standing naked in front of her. His penis was erect, almost touching her face. The sight made her lower body tremble, and she squirted a little. She couldn’t take it anymore; penis, cock, she didn’t care about anything else. A woman nearing forty needed to have some fun.
“Penis!” she murmured. “Give it to me!”
David took a step closer, watching his hard organ enter Gayl’s open mouth, and couldn’t help but laugh. All her previous thoughts about family, marriage, and property had vanished. The woman before her was a whore, a whore thirstily yearning for an orgasm, a whore willing to engage in any sexual act. The
former bookworm was now the most handsome prince she had ever seen, with the hardest penis in the world; she would do anything for such a combination.
She could hear him saying something intermittently, but the erect penis in her mouth was too tempting. As her mouth watered, she only caught a few words, words
like "slave," "toy," and "money," which became indistinct. Of course, she would remember what she heard later, but for now, she was the most unconventional harlot, doing things she had never done before, not even thought of.
Gayl barely felt the young man pull her off the sofa and throw her to the floor. She didn't care. Her entire attention was now focused on that hard, delicious penis. Then he straddled her, his hard penis cutting through her already burning folds and thrusting inside, until his hips slammed against her.
This was the only penis to penetrate her body in a month. Feeling the man's body connected to hers, she suddenly convulsed. This time it was much more intense than the previous small orgasm, but not enough to make her faint. She wanted more, more penises, more thrusting!
She felt her legs being bent under the pressure, her knees pressing against her swollen, aching nipples. The thrusting of the penis between her thighs was driving her wild with pleasure, but this position, as if folded up by the man, made her feel so vulnerable. Gayl loved this feeling! It felt like something was pressing against her anus. It was a finger, beginning to pierce her anus in rhythm with the penis. The loud cries of "More, more!" sounded like they came from her own mouth, but seemed like an echo coming from the wall.
Another orgasm was approaching, and Gayl felt her trembling vagina overflowing with desire. Every sense in her body seemed to be waiting for that moment, and once it erupted, her body felt like it would explode. She wanted it so badly, she couldn't wait any longer, she pleaded. Nothing could be more important than it, not even the penis she loved so much.
As she climaxed, she remembered her time with Virginia a week ago. She screamed, gripping the man's penis welded into her body. His penis didn't stop, pounding relentlessly, showing no sign of slowing down even as her body spasmed repeatedly.
This climax was more intense than the last, and the continuous thrusting quickly triggered another, and then another. Her body felt like it was floating in heaven. After nearly two minutes of non-stop squirting, Gayl felt her body and mind needed a good night's sleep.
Nothing, not even her time with Virginia, could bring her such pleasure. Her mind was filled with the memory of that pleasure, and even after regaining consciousness, she couldn't stop. Finally, Gayl felt something was different, as if something was missing. That's it, the scent, the scent she had only smelled twice. That wonderful scent had given her two incredible sexual experiences.
Then, she felt pressure from behind and realized she was lying face down. Her body was sticky, covered in sweat, saliva, and her own filth. She didn't know how much time had passed before she woke up, but her intuition told her that the penis in her rectum belonged to that nerd.
Gayl had always thought anal sex would be painful and never let her husband touch that area. But now she felt no pain at all. Slowly, the hard penis would be completely withdrawn from her rectum and then inserted again at the same slow pace. The movement was tempting, but it couldn't compare to the ecstatic pleasure she had felt before.
The sensation on her skin told her she was lying on the floor, but there was a large pillow under her crotch. Her legs were wide open, and her hands held her buttocks apart. Unlike before, she no longer felt wild and unrestrained pleasure from this shameful position; instead, she felt defiled and humiliated. That boy, around ten years old, was taking advantage of her unconsciousness to fuck her anus, and she was old enough to be his mother. She was furious.
"She's awake!" It was a woman's voice. Gayl's blood seemed to freeze. Who was this? At least she was certain it wasn't Virginia's voice.
David behind her replied, "Very good." A hand slapped her hard on the buttocks. "Turn around, Gayl."
For some reason, she did as she was told, and through a blur, she saw a woman a few years younger than her sitting on the sofa. This alluring woman was only wearing stockings and high heels. She looked somewhat familiar, but Gayl wasn't sure if she had seen her before. The seductive woman had one foot on the armrest of the sofa and the other on her shoulder. As she looked at Gayl, she slowly rubbed her cleft.
Gayl felt embarrassed and angry at herself. She was astonished by her current situation. Logically, she had come to see Virginia today, but she hadn't seen the person she wanted to see yet.
The seductive woman's voice interrupted her thoughts, "Shoot in her ass, David!"
The lewd words startled Gayl. She tried to turn around, but her buttocks, held firmly in place by young, strong hands, wouldn't budge. The penis behind her increased its thrusting speed. She grumbled in dissatisfaction, knowing her struggles were futile.
"You'll get used to it, Guyel. My son just loves fucking women's asses."
What? Guyel looked closer and realized why the lewd woman opposite her looked familiar. The man currently having anal sex with her was her son. She couldn't help but cry out as David behind her thrust faster and harder. She knew what was coming next; the man behind her was nearing his limit.
The hard penis thrust in forcefully, reaching a place no man had ever been before, while David pressed tightly against Guyel's back. He roared, burying his hot seed deep inside her body.
Guyel's half-open eyes saw David's mother insert two fingers into her vagina and anus, respectively. "What a depraved family," she cried out to herself. "What's happening now is outright rape, a complete trampling of humanity," Guyel thought bitterly.
The penis stopped throbbing and began to contract rapidly, withdrawing from her rectum. David climbed off her and walked to his mother across the way. Gayl was astonished to see the woman opposite him take his dirty, limp penis into her mouth and close her eyes to clean it. Her hand, which was still masturbating, never stopped, completely oblivious to who was watching.
Gayl's only thought was to leave this horrible place, as quickly as possible. David watched with interest as she hurriedly searched for clothes. "Where are you going, Gayl?"
“I have an appointment, it’s getting late…” She finally found her underwear, but couldn’t help frowning at the large stain of erotic fluid in the middle.
David leaned towards the coffee table and said to her, “Before you leave, I have something for you.”
“Next time, I…” Gayl sat on the floor, hurriedly trying to put on her underwear.
“I think you’ll be interested.” When she looked up, she saw David holding a small bottle of liquid in his hand.
“This is called ‘garbage’,” he said, pulling the cork off the top of the bottle. Gayl stopped putting on her underwear abruptly. It was that smell! That wonderful smell that released all the restraints of her desire. She breathed deeply, seeing David’s mother doing the same thing. Her mouth was now off the limp, thin penis, her eyes fixed on the small bottle of liquid.
“If you want, I think you’ll like the smell,” he said with a wicked smile.
This was the source of that alluring scent, and the reason she kept losing herself in the debauchery. Gayl loved the scent; unconsciously, her hands were already kneading between her thighs, which were covered by her panties.
The door opened, and two young girls walked in, both completely naked. Gayl looked at the two almost identical young, muscular bodies and guessed that they must be sisters, one of them seemingly more fully developed, probably a year or two older than the other. The girls stood in the doorway, their eyes fixed on the bottle in David's hand.
"No one forced you, Gayl." Hearing her name, she turned to look at David. "You can leave at any time, or you can stay." He pointed to the two girls who had just entered. "These are Jill and Mary; they want you to stay too."
The two girls knelt on either side of Gayl, gently kissing the middle-aged woman's body. Mary started with her small, erect nipples, her tongue circling the mounds. Jill lightly licked the woman's ears and neck. This was the first time Gayl had been kissed by two mouths; she no longer cared about the gender or age of the two people beside her, completely immersed in enjoyment.
As the two girls pushed her, she lay down on the floor, humming happily. Then a pair of hands pulled down her newly put-on panties, and a mouth pressed against her garden. David's mother's thirsty tongue thrust in and out of her vagina like a penis, while Jill and Mary gradually smeared her entire body with saliva.
Gayl, now a wife and mother of three, groaned, knowing she would soon be nowhere to go.
(26)
David loved his new toy, Gayl Demont. It was like the first few months of making love with his mother. He could see guilt and disgust in Gayl's eyes before he opened the vial. And once opened, she was just like his mother, recklessly pursuing her desires. It was so easy, he often thought.
Gayl hadn't appeared for ten days since she last left. But David waited patiently.
The desire for "trash" would eventually bring her back, as had everyone before. When she finally stood at the door, all her obstacles vanished—life without "garbage" was unbearable, her craving for it had grown stronger with each passing day, so she returned here, the sole source of "garbage."
She then returned three times in a week. She watched with astonishment as Samantha and Virginia—sisters and lovers—having sex. She was also captivated by the love affair between David and his mother, her sister. For a woman accustomed to high society, this was a completely new world, a world that encompassed her, and everyone knew that.
The money followed easily. David demanded a large sum, and Gayl didn't even flinch.
That was hundreds of thousands of dollars. Of course, she was rewarded with a whole night of blissful pleasure afterward.
David smiled and knocked on the three-meter-high door. Her sister had complained many times that their house seemed too small.
A gray-haired man opened the door and said, "Hello, who are you looking for?"
"Hello, my name is David, I'm looking for Mrs. Demont." Seeing the old man wearing golf shorts, David almost laughed out loud.
The man opened the door and called up the spiral staircase, "Gail!" The woman appeared in sight a few seconds later, but her smile vanished immediately upon seeing the person standing below.
"Darling, you have a guest." David finally confirmed that the old man was her wealthy husband. "Please come in." The old man closed the door after David crossed the threshold. "Excuse me, I have to go out now, but it's a pleasure to see you." He shook David's hand and asked some polite questions. But David said nothing, simply shaking his
hand. The old man frowned as he watched his wife silently walk down the stairs. But being well-mannered, he said nothing, simply turning and leaving through the other porch. "He's a golfer!"
David teased.
Guy didn't respond to him, instead asking, "What are you doing here, David?" The boy shrugged, looking up at the building; it must be three stories high. "Please, David, this is my home!" Her voice was barely audible.
A car whizzed past the door; David guessed Mr. Demont was on his way to the golf course.
He said what he'd been wanting to say: "I just came to see how you usually live."
"Now that you've seen it, please leave!" She walked toward the door, but David ignored her completely. "God, David, how am I supposed to explain who you are to Henry?"
"Tell him I'm your lover and master." David stepped past the fireplace into the center of the vaulted living room.
Such a magnificent house must have cost a fortune.
Guy's face turned deathly pale, and her voice trembled as she replied, "I won't say that to him." David understood that a woman in her position was used to speaking in a commanding tone, but he also knew she would never dare to disrespect him, because he controlled "Trash," and therefore controlled her entirely.
David sat down on a round wooden chair, looking around the rest of the room. Guy stood beside him, inwardly regretting encountering this man and the woman in his house. "This house looks like an exhibition hall, it's huge, twenty rooms?"
"Twenty-seven." David found the confusion on the woman's face quite amusing.
"Could you get me something to drink, Guy? Hmm, an iced tea, please." Although it sounded somewhat impolite, the woman dared not say anything and quickly turned to fetch him a drink.
When she returned, she nearly fainted, for she saw David talking to her youngest son, Tony. She took a deep breath, went over, and handed the drink to her lover.
“Hmm, speaking of demons…”
“Hi, Mom!”
Gayl ignored David beside her and smiled at her son, “Hello, darling. You’re home early today.” Her son was still wearing his jersey, which was covered in mud. “Why don’t you take a shower first?”
That was definitely not a problem.
David watched with interest as the woman, nearing forty, tried to shoo her son away. He then changed the subject, causing the boy, who was about to get up, to stop again. "Gail, I was just talking to Tony about some things that happened at my house."
Hearing this, Guyel could no longer stand. She slowly slumped onto the sofa next to her son.
Her hands gripped the armrests tightly, she nodded, but repeatedly said "No!" to David, hoping he would stop.
Tony, oblivious to his mother's distraught state, turned and asked, "Is that why you've been away from home so often lately, Mom? We thought you went to a charity event."
Seeing Guyel's silence, David continued, "Tell your son about the performance those two girls put on for you last night." He waited quietly, but she remained silent.
"Are they your sisters, David?"
"No, their mother doesn't want them anymore, so they're staying with me now."
"That's terrible." The boy looked sympathetic, but David showed no expression. “Are they actresses?”
David laughed. “Actresses? Ah, no, they’re not.”
Gayl suddenly interjected, “Tony, would you like something to drink?”
“No, no, thank you, Mom.”
It was time. David took a small medicine bottle from his pocket and placed it on the table in front of him. He noticed Gayl had seen his movement, and her posture and expression changed. She glanced nervously at her son and gave David an angry look, but most of the time, her gaze was fixed on the pale blue liquid on the table.
“Tony, go back to your room.”
“Mom, but I’m talking to David.”
Her voice became unusually stern. “Go now!”
As the boy stood up to leave, David’s slow voice rang out: “No, please don’t leave, Tony. I want to show you something.”
“David, no!” David loved hearing Gayl’s voice, especially this one, filled with panic and pleading.
Tony finally noticed the small vial his mother was staring at. "What's that, David?"
"Tony, this is my secret. Can you keep it?"
"Of course."
"No, I mean, can you keep it a secret even from your family?"
"Including Mom?"
"No, she has a share in the secret. I mean, your dad, your brother, and all your friends. Can you do that?"
"I think I can."
Guy interrupted their conversation, pleading softly, "David, please! Not here."
David nodded to Tony, pointing to the bottle. "This thing is called 'Trash.' With it, you can have any woman."
"Trash?" Tony couldn't help but laugh, but quickly stopped awkwardly as no one echoed him. He was only thirteen, and even though he always felt he was grown up, his short years couldn't possibly have given him the skills to handle an awkward situation. “Are you serious?”
“Of course, just ask your mother.”
Tony turned to his mother and noticed she looked terrified, but he had no clue why. “This can’t be true, can it, Mom?”
After almost a full minute, David slowly commanded, “Answer him.”
Guy immediately spoke up: “It’s true, Tony. Please, get out of here, for my sake, get out of here!”
David continued, “Do you want to know why she says it’s true, Tony?” Seeing the boy nod, he added, “Because she’s a woman, which means she’ll do anything for what’s in the bottle.”
David understood how strange this was to the boy, who was only a few years younger than him. But watching them was a kind of enjoyment. The tension in the room grew stronger, and although Tony didn’t know why, he could feel the change in his surroundings.
“Maybe I should go.” Tony stood up and walked past where his mother was sitting.
Just as he reached the door, David said politely, "Your mother told me about the underwear." The thirteen-year-old boy frowned. "It's normal to be interested in your own mother. Besides, Guyel is a pretty woman."
Tony turned around, his face flushed. The underwear incident was something Guyel had told David's mother when they were exchanging family information. It was a pair of Guyel's worn underwear found under Tony's pillow, still stained with semen. Tony had no idea his mother had found out; he thought it was a well-kept secret. The boy returned to his original spot and sat for a while before asking, "That's incredible. Why would a woman be forced to do anything?"
"I didn't say it was forced. In fact, they would do anything you ask voluntarily, right, Guyel?"
She licked her dry lips and answered softly, "Yes, it's all voluntary."
"Do you want me to open the bottle, Guyel?"
"Yes." The voice was still barely audible.
“Is it alright even if your son is here?”
Gayl turned to her son, glancing at him palely before returning her gaze to the medicine bottle. She nodded,
“Yes.”
Tony, of course, had no idea what that “yes” meant. “You mean, as long as you open the bottle, Mom will do anything for you?” He looked at his mother in surprise, asking cautiously.
“Generally speaking, that’s it. Right, Gayl?”
The answer was softer than a mouse’s squeak, “Yes.” She was ashamed, yet excitedly anticipating the bottle being opened.
“Like, would she pretend to be a chick if you asked her? Is she hypnotized?”
David couldn’t help but laugh. “I think she would. But she’s not hypnotized. She fully understands what she’s doing. In fact, a large part of it is something she really wants to do.”
Tony didn’t understand what he meant. “What kind of things?”
David thought for a moment and said, “Would you like her to take off her underwear for you right now?”
The boy was startled and accidentally bumped into his mother. But she remained staring at the medicine bottle, not moving an inch. “Would you do that, Mom?”
“Yes.”
“What would you do, Mom?” Tony asked incredulously, anticipating her answer.
“I’d take off my underwear for you, if you want.” She spoke without blinking, but everyone in the room could feel the excitement slowly rising within the boy.
His voice quickened, “Now? Right here, you’d take off your underwear for me right now?”
“Yes, right here.”
David interrupted, “We can’t say immediately, we have to open the bottle first.” Tony was now also staring eagerly at the bottle.
The boy’s last question, one that David had been waiting for, was: “Why? Why does this blue potion make Mom do anything?”
“It’s like a perfume. To you and me, it stinks. But to your mother, it’s the most wonderful scent. She’ll do anything when she smells it. Anything we want.” David took a sip of tea, enjoying the tense atmosphere in the room. “Just a whiff, and your mother will be overjoyed. She’ll do anything for pleasure.”
Tony swallowed hard, his eyes darting between his mother and the bottle. “Has she tried this before?”
“You answer, Guy.” David thoroughly enjoyed this privilege, an uncontrollable smile spreading across his face.
“Mom, have you tried this before?”
“Yes, Tony, I have.”
David added, “Several times.”
Tony slumped back, stunned, and after a long while asked, “Why are you telling me this?”
“Because I need your help. My family needs your help, Tony.”
“Help? How can I help you?” Guy looked up curiously.
“Well, let’s put it this way, this isn’t something a man can do.”
“You mean my mother?”
“Your mother, my mother,” Tony looked up in surprise, and Guy realized then how fascinated David was of incest, “My sister, my girlfriend, and some other women.”
This was completely beyond Tony’s comprehension; his mouth gaped open, big enough to swallow a cow. David felt this was much more effective than simply telling him what to do; at least now the boy was quite convinced it was all true.
“Open the bottle, Tony, and see if this is really true.” The boy looked at the bottle and David, but didn’t move. “Perhaps you should beg him, Guyel?”
Swallowing hard, Guyel tried to remain calm and not appear too anxious as she said to her son, “Please, open it, Tony!” This time, the pleading tone David knew was directed at her son, and the boy clearly noticed the change in his mother's tone.
“Would you really do anything I ask you to do, Mom?”
“Yes, anything, just open it, darling!” She bit her lower lip, inwardly hating everything David had done that day.
The boy reached out, grabbed the bottle, and examined it closely. “Doesn’t look very good,”
David laughed. “And it smells terrible.”
“Open it, Tony,” the anxious woman urged.
Tony noticed his mother’s wide eyes never leaving the bottle. He stared at her, pulled the stopper, and let the magic David and his mother had talked about dissipate into the air.
He felt it was all a joke; the two of them must have conspired to amuse him. How could a person be controlled? He muttered to himself. Then he saw her eyes. Even as his mother inhaled the stench of the air, she kept her eyes glued to the bottle in his hand. Even though the smell was so foul it made him sniffle, she inhaled continuously. He saw her expression change; her body seemed more relaxed, and something in the room seemed different.
“Now, Tony, tell her what you want her to do,” David sipped his tea, as if watching a circus in a park. Perhaps this was indeed a circus.
“Take off your underwear and give it to me, Mom?” Even though he had heard a lot from the other two, Tony was still horrified when he saw his beautiful mother stand up, turn, and bend down to pull her underwear down from her long, slender legs under her skirt. The woman turned back and handed him the warm underwear.
Tony could even see the damp, dark crotch. The underwear in his hand also smelled much better than the one in the bottle.
This was no joke.
The thirteen-year-old boy sat there dumbfounded, glancing between his mother and the underwear in his hand. The medicine bottle slipped from his grasp and fell onto the Persian carpet. The woman stood trembling before him, waiting, or rather, forcing herself to wait. A new look appeared in her eyes, a gaze with a special significance fixed on her son.
“What else do you want her to do, Tony?”
“Have you done the same thing as your mother?”
David smiled gently. “Oh, yes, and many other things, we’ve done them too.”
“Will she really do anything I ask her to do?”
“Yes, she really will. Look at her, Tony, she can’t wait!” It was true. Gayl’s body swayed, her legs constantly crossing under her skirt, her hands clasped tightly together, trying to control herself. “Do you want to join us, Tony? Can you help me do what I want to do?”
Tony didn’t answer immediately; he was trying to muster the courage to tell his mother about his next dream. He didn’t speak, but reached out and grabbed his mother’s hand, pulling her towards him. The woman knelt before her son, her eyes showing love and submission to him, and something Tony didn’t understand—a lustful desire. The boy bent down, wanting to kiss his mother's forehead, but instead, she raised her head and pressed her lips to his.
This was his first kiss. Tony was startled when a tongue brazenly slipped into his mouth. He pushed his mother away and found her panting heavily, beads of sweat forming on her forehead. "I always wonder what your body looks like, Mom. I always fantasize about you naked."
She nodded passionately. "I'll take off all my clothes for you, darling. I want you to see me without clothes." She didn't stand up, nor did she look away from her son, and simply unbuttoned her clothes. With trembling hands, her naked body was gradually revealed to Tony.
Soon, she was completely naked. "Do you think I'm pretty, darling? Am I prettier
than the girls at your school?"
"God, you're so beautiful, Mom!" he said from the bottom of his heart. This was no longer a dream, but a dream come true. He could see several murky drops of water sliding down her inner thighs, as if she were urinating.
Seeing him, Gayl smiled, took her son's hand, rubbed it between her legs a few times, and then brought it to her mouth. She put his fingers in her mouth, her tongue wiping away the semen clinging to them. "Look, I can't take it anymore, Tony." She placed his hand back between her wet, hot thighs. "Look how much I want it, darling."
Tony was speechless.
Gayl continued to manipulate his hand until he felt a finger slip inside his mother's vagina.
"Do you like Mommy's pussy, darling?" He nodded blankly. His mother then grasped his finger and began to insert it back and forth in the folds of her tender flesh. "You can make me do anything you want, Tony, just like David said, darling." Her hand suddenly grabbed Tony's crotch, almost making him jump.
“What do you want me to do, Mommy?” Tony stared into her eyes, somewhat bewildered. Guyel couldn't wait any longer; she'd inhaled enough of the scent and desperately needed release. It would be exciting with her own son. Although she'd rather have it with David, there was no time to worry about the difference in penises now.
“What have you been fantasizing about, Mommy, Tony? Have you ever thought about making love with Mommy, darling? I'll do anything, Tony. You can fuck me anywhere—my vagina, my anus, or my mouth.
You can use it wherever you want, darling!” She was losing control, her voice trembling more and more.
Her words seemed to bewilder her son even more; this was something he'd never even dreamed of. But his mother couldn't wait for his answer; her face was already close to his groin. His shorts were quickly pulled down, and Tony gasped as his young penis plunged into his mother's warm mouth.
If Tony were two years older, he might have found it easier to accept what was happening. But he was only thirteen, and before this, he had never even seen a picture of a naked woman. He was so inexperienced; even masturbation was something he'd only started doing in the last few months.
In less than a minute, her thirsty mouth was filled with the boy's semen. Gayl swallowed gushingly, stimulated by the illicit scene before her, and quickly felt a small orgasm ripple through her body.
Tony took a few deep breaths, shifting his gaze from his lustful mother. David raised his glass, giving him a gesture of approval, signaling him to continue.
Youth wasn't all bad; despite his inexperience, Tony's penis was still erect, and Gayl could easily have sucked it again. But the erect penis before her overwhelmed her; driven by the devilish scent in the air, her desire compelled her to lift her head, away from her son's penis.
"Mommy wants your penis, darling!" She climbed up her son's body, spreading her legs and wrapping them around him. "Mommy wants you to fuck me, like fucking a slut, Tony. Do you want to fuck Mommy?" He nodded, his eyes fixed on her smiling face.
With little effort, the four-inch penis was aimed at Gayl's dripping vagina, and then easily slid in. She began to writhe up and down in front of her son, her hands holding his shoulders for balance. "Fuck Mommy's cunt!" she said, repeating it over and over like a prayer in church.
Tony stared at the swaying breasts before him, small cones adorned with red cherries. He couldn't resist putting one in his mouth. "Ah! Suck, suck, Tony." She grabbed his head, pressing her breasts against his as their son teased her nipples.
David watched silently, quite pleased with his little trick. He had considered fucking Gayl from behind while she knelt before his son, but he quickly abandoned the idea. He decided to leave Gayl for her son today; after all, this was Tony's first time.
In his eyes, it was Gayl raping her son. Her movements were so passionate, so exaggerated, so lewd. Her tall, slender body was much larger than her youngest son, and now, straddling him, she resembled an Amazonian woman raping a captured male captive for mating.
The boy ejaculated a second time soon after. Everything had become so incredible since he came home. His immature body was completely driven by instinct. His mother felt the hot seed being released into her womb, stimulated to the point of a small squirt.
David knew she had already orgasmed once, and knew it wasn't enough. Gayl loved squirting, the bigger the better.
The penis hadn't softened, and Gayl didn't stop her movements, only the previous writhing turned into a violent throbbing. Her eyes were closed, all her senses concentrated in her vagina. She needed an orgasm; she deserved it.
The mother rode her youngest son mercilessly, her wet, hot vagina rapidly manipulating the young penis. In fact, she didn't care whose penis it was, as long as it was hard enough to penetrate her. Another climax was approaching for Guy; she knew it would be quite a powerful one. Though not as overwhelming as the one David had given her, it would be enough to bring her relief.
She began to murmur repeatedly, "Son, darling..." Under the influence of the drugs, the fact of incest greatly stimulated her lust. It was vile, obscene, yet captivating. Her son loved her, wanted her, and the thought excited her immensely. Nearly forty years old, she could still make a thirteen-year-old boy so infatuated, a boy who had grown from her womb. She felt a throbbing, increasingly intense, contraction
in her groin. Tony's face was contorted between his mother's breasts, her hands tightly wrapped around his head.
Suddenly, his mother screamed and trembled violently, making him think he had hurt her. A few seconds later, she fell off him, landing on the sofa, looking utterly exhausted, both physically and emotionally. After falling from the penis that had been supporting her, half her face pressed against the sofa cushions. Her eyes were fixed on him, but she couldn't speak.
After a long silence, David finally spoke: "You're not done yet, Tony." At least judging from his glistening, semen-covered penis, David was absolutely right.
"But Mom looks so tired. What happened?"
"She just had an orgasm, just like you do." David pointed to the snow-white buttocks on the side of the sofa. "Fuck her asshole, Tony, that's her favorite."
The boy was once again speechless with surprise. "Her asshole?"
"Yes. Didn't she tell you that you could fuck her asshole, vagina, or mouth? You've only used two of them now, it's time to use the last one."
"But she looks so tired."
"Exactly. There's one way to make her feel better, and that's to arouse her. And to arouse her, your penis is the simplest and most effective tool." Tony thought it made sense, looking down at his mother, whose eyes seemed much clearer.
The boy pushed away one of his mother's legs that was still wrapped around him and knelt down behind her. He aimed his short, thick penis at the small black hole between her buttocks and pushed forward, but instead poked her leg. It took him quite a while to insert the tip of his penis into her widened anus. He pushed again, and his penis slid past the thin ring of flesh and disappeared completely into her body.
Tony looked at David triumphantly and said, "Hey, I'm in."
"Don't hold back, Tony, thrust into her hard." The boy began his piston-like movements. Each time, his hips slammed hard against her two plump, white buttocks. "Shoot inside her, Tony. After shooting inside her anus, we still have some business to do. Looks like we can shake hands soon." Tony and David laughed at the same time.
The deal was done when the boy roared as he shot the seed of life into his mother's rectum.
(27)
Six weeks later, David and his women moved into the Demont family's house. During those six weeks, Mr. Demont moved to his house on the East Coast of America. It was also during those six weeks that Guy demont officially left her husband. Tony lived with his mother, his brother chose to move to the university he was about to attend, and his sister had long since moved to the city on her own. Mrs. Demont, without a doubt, chose to stay, with David and "Trash."
The woman, nearing forty, couldn't hide her despondency whenever David was away. The whole town now knew she was a "slut." She was a smart woman, understanding where her pleasures came from, but also knowing she was addicted to "trash" and couldn't bear life without it.
Just weeks ago, she was a wealthy and powerful woman. She was a director of two large companies and owned several smaller ones. Her past life, while not perfect, was certainly luxurious. She had grown up in poverty, living in a van instead of a house. She never dared to think about her past and had vowed never to live in poverty again. Now, she felt that returning to her former poverty wouldn't be so bad.
She watched quietly as David slowly transformed her house into a sanctuary for his lustful desires. His harem moved in. Her former master bedroom was now David's room, and she moved next door to David's mother.
When the women in the house vied for David's favor, Guy would participate, or at least watch from the sidelines.
Nighttime was the worst; she could never sleep alone. Most of the time, she had to be with her son, Tony. He never cared about the smell of "garbage" in the air when he made love to his mother. He was incredibly possessive and selfish towards her.
Without "garbage," Gayl often felt nauseous at her son's touch. It was clear that Tony was far less fascinated by his mother's body than by the other women David allowed him to touch in the house. He must have found incest with his mother incredibly exciting. Gayl often hated herself because she herself enjoyed this forbidden incestuous feeling when she smelled drugs, and she would always have a passionate encounter with her son.
The only woman Gayl liked even without "garbage" was Virginia.
Although she had initially blamed the young woman several times for her schemes that had led her to her current situation, after living with David for a while, she realized that Virginia didn't really have a choice.
Virginia was also the most popular woman among all the other women, even with David around. She never used her power to boss others around; instead, she frequently offered David advice on behalf of the other women in the household, and David listened to her. Intelligent and charming, she was the most beautiful woman in the house, compassionately using her strength to care for the other poor women.
Gayl spent a long time with Virginia while they furnished the house, deciding things like who slept where. Gradually, they opened up to each other, and the two, initially kindred spirits, became lovers. Perhaps Gayl simply needed someone to confide in, and she never imagined she could find comfort in an eighteen-year-old woman, but she received it from Virginia—not only comfort but also caresses and kisses.
Virginia held a dominant position between them, or rather, at the pinnacle of the entire harem. This gave Gayl an unprecedented sense of security, and she obeyed the young woman in everything.
This was the first time in Gayl's life that she admitted to loving a woman, and loving her deeply. The pleasure Virginia brought her often surpassed even the strongest penis. Whenever they had a chance to be alone, Gayl was ready to make love to Virginia with a nod, though she rarely asked. Their lives were filled with too much sex; when the two women were alone, they mostly just hugged or talked.
“Hi, Mom!” Tony burst through the door, interrupting Gayl’s melancholy thoughts. “David wants to see you.” She forced a smile and climbed off the bed.
Tony grabbed her bottom as she passed. “That nightgown is beautiful, Mom. Will David wait for me in my room after he’s done?”
She forced a smile and replied, “Of course, Tony.”
“Don’t forget to wear your black stockings.” He followed her downstairs to the study, where David was waiting for them.
Before, wearing this completely transparent jumpsuit would have made Gayl shy, but after so many things with so many people in the family, her naked body was the least shameful thing about her.
David looked up, admiring her as she walked in, just as he would with any other woman in the house. The mother and son sat down on two chairs at the table, while David sat in the office chair opposite them—the one that had once belonged to Guy's ex-husband. Tony casually reached out and placed his hand on her thigh, stroking her smooth skin.
David put down his book, looked up at Guy, and said, "Tell me something about Ronnie, okay?"
The question sent a chill down the mother's spine; she felt her lips dry completely in a few seconds. She understood the implications of the question; it was what she had worried about most for the past few months. Her daughter was a very beautiful woman, and seeing what David had done to his own mother and sister, it was only a matter of time before she noticed Ronnie.
David smiled at her, knowing exactly what she was thinking. "You're right, Guy, I really want her to join our little family." Tony squeezed her thigh tightly, but she just stared blankly at the floor. "Tell her, Tony." David leaned back comfortably in his chair, gesturing to listen.
"It was my idea, Mom." This was completely unexpected. Gayl turned around, glaring at her son with disgust. If it were David, she wouldn't have said anything, but it was her son's idea, which left her at a loss. She had thought his desire for illicit sex had already been satisfied in her body. She was wrong.
"Remember the underwear I found under my pillow? And a pair of Ronnie's under my mattress,"
she blurted out, exasperated. "Why, Tony? My God, she's your sister! Isn't having me enough for you?" She barely recognized her son anymore; he had changed so much since being with David. Now, all he thought about was having sex with women related to him by blood.
Tony was annoyed by the question. "Because it's what I deserve, Mom. With David's help, I can have any woman I want, sleep with any woman I want. And they'll beg me to sleep with them, just like you, remember?" She turned her head back to staring at the floor, but her face was red.
Of course she remembered; every detail was crystal clear. In fact, she couldn't forget it even if she wanted to.
David broke the silence. “You’re in charge of this. Go and bring her into our house, Gayl.”
She looked up in disgust, but saw no hint of a joke in David’s eyes. He was serious! Gayl turned to look at Tony, whose eyes held only a beastly desire. She knew that look all too well; he always looked at her like that before he was about to devour her body. She struggled to keep her body from trembling.
(Twenty-eight)
Ronnie Demont returned home, the place where she had spent most of her childhood. Although it wasn’t a warm or welcoming place, the large house provided a sense of security.
For the past two years, she had often wanted to go home, because it was her escape from the glamorous world of modeling, her eternal sanctuary. But she rarely returned; her father always told her to be strong, especially if she wanted to succeed.
But a month ago, it was her father again who told her that her mother and he had separated. She wasn’t surprised; her parents had barely spoken in the past few years. She even wondered if they still shared a bed. She was quite happy for a while that her mother had gotten a house and freedom. It was time to give her back what her mother deserved.
The house looked lively; four cars were parked in front, some with their lights still on. Was her mother throwing a party? Ronnie thought maliciously. Her mother, after their separation, was finally showing her wild side.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but laugh; wasn't her own wild side inherited from her mother?
The young model noticed the front door was locked and frowned as she rang the doorbell. A moment later, the door opened, but standing before her was a woman who looked only about ten years old, her face somewhat familiar.
"Hello, Ronnie, are you? Please come in, everyone's waiting for you." The door was pulled wide open, and Ronnie was surprised to find that the girl who opened the door was completely naked.
Then, she smelled a faint scent.
“Oh, please leave your luggage by the fireplace. You’re a little late, so we’ll get started. David said it won’t make a difference.”
The pretty girl stared unabashedly into Ronnie’s wide eyes until she asked the question she’d been holding back for so long, “Who are you? What are you doing here?”
“We met once, at your mother’s party. My name is Samantha.” Ronnie vaguely felt like she’d seen this girl before. “Now I live here with David, your mother, and me.”
“What did you say?” The woman was shocked by the answer, especially since it came from a completely naked girl. Did her mother join some kind of animal rights organization? And who was David? Her mother’s new boyfriend? And what was that smell? It was so pleasant!
Samantha continued leading the woman deeper into the house. “I heard you’re a swimsuit model?”
Ronnie answered mechanically. “Yes, I’ve been a model for almost a year.”
Following Samantha into the basement, the faint scent quickly intensified. “Why are we going downstairs? Isn’t that the storage room?” This didn’t seem like the home she knew anymore.
“David rearranged it before we moved in.” The stairwell was dark, and Ronnie tried to turn on the light but couldn’t find the switch.
When the heavy wooden door opened, an alluring scent rushed out like a wave. Ronnie trembled uncontrollably, her knees growing weaker. Then she heard a sound, a moan, unmistakably the sound of a woman at the height of her orgasm. In the past few months of intense work, Ronnie hadn’t heard that sound in a long time.
Samantha held onto the door, and Ronnie leaned forward. She wanted to run away, and knew that what she should do now was turn and run, but she knew she couldn’t. It felt like an invisible rope was pulling her step by step into the inner room. Ronnie broke out in a cold sweat, because she felt as if the rope was tightening around her genitals.
The whole room was uncomfortably humid; the lights were off, but a few candles were lit. Had her mother joined some cult? Ronnie thought anxiously. Opposite her sat a young man wearing glasses, completely naked, in a chair resembling an ancient imperial throne. Before him, Ronnie's mother lay on several stacked sofa cushions.
Like the other women, she was also naked. Her middle-aged body was no less impressive than Samantha's. She lay on her back, with two young girls, seemingly twins, beside her. The girls' tongues were constantly sucking on her mother's body, eliciting sensitive moans from the middle-aged woman.
Ronnie watched as one of the girls extended her finger, sliding it down her mother's navel and disappearing into the shadows between her legs. Her mother's moans suddenly grew louder, and her back arched like a horse's.
Ronnie felt several hands touching her body—Samantha and another girl of similar age. They gently but quickly removed her clothes, but Ronnie's gaze remained fixed on her mother.
Afterwards, she remembered two voices in her mind: one wanted to scream at her mother to stop and push the girl next to her away, while the other was filled with curiosity about the same-sex lovemaking before her, hoping to be able to be with her mother in a different place. She knew that the other voice wasn't her own thought, but just an uncontrollable sexual desire.
She suddenly wanted to put her fingers into her mother's vagina, and the thought startled her, but at the same time, it excited her intensely. The world of modeling seemed so distant now. In the dimly lit room, everything became unimportant, except for her still-voluptuous mother and the two girls.
She barely noticed a beautiful woman with curly hair climbing between the legs of the man opposite her, eagerly sucking his penis. On the other side of the room, several naked women were also lying, doing the same things as her mother and the others, as if her mother were looking in a mirror.
The hands on her body had already left her, and only then did Ronnie realize that the hands that were kneading her breasts and clitoris were her own. She didn't want to stop at all, but instead, she tasted the sweetness from the sporadic touches and gradually increased the intensity of her movements. As if by silent command, the two girls who had been surrounding their mother sat up and lay back down beside her, playing with each other.
Guy de Montreux lay in place, groaning in distress, while Samantha reappeared behind Ronnie, pushing her forward.
At times like these, it didn't matter who lay on the cushions, as long as it was a woman, allowing Ronnie's tongue to find release in that wet, feminine fold. But Samantha pushed her to the edge of the cushion, her calves pressed against her mother's toes, so that no matter how she bent over, she couldn't reach her mother's folds.
This time it was Ronnie's turn to groan in distress; she desperately needed to lick a woman, desperately needed a vulva to insert her tongue. The other girl who had helped Ronnie undress earlier moved in front of her, kneeling on the cushion beside her mother.
Between the middle-aged woman's wide-open thighs, a pink rod, easily two feet long, was casually inserted into her wet vulva. Ronnie's mother was going crazy, screaming and shaking her hips as the girl thrust in and out of the dildo.
Samantha sat on the middle-aged woman's lap, her hands supporting Ronnie's plump buttocks, aiming at the other end of the double-headed dragon, slowly lowering her body. The girl who had been inserting the dildo into her mother now held the pink plastic rod, aiming it at the mannequin's slender, beautiful legs and inserting it.
As the thick rod entered their bodies, Ronnie and her mother let out the same screams. She clearly realized that no one else's hands were on her and her mother's bodies now. She squatted on her mother's naked body, their genitals connected by a thick pink rod. Ronnie sat down until she touched the screaming woman beneath her, then lifted her hips again.
This up-and-down motion was like a man having sex with a woman. Ronnie liked the position; it felt like she was having sex with her own mother. Although both women felt the rod inserted into their genitals, Ronnie controlled the movements and rhythm of the double-headed dragon.
She looked down at her mother's lustful face, just as her mother looked up at her. She guessed she might be lost in pleasure, unable to be brought back to her senses even by incest with her own mother.
The middle-aged woman began to moan softly, and Ronnie knew that both she and her mother were close to climax.
The two Demont women screamed almost simultaneously, ejaculating onto each other, their limbs collapsing limply together.
The room fell silent, the two women now only able to breathe heavily in each other's ears. Sweating profusely, their hips intertwined, touching each other's wet skin, Ronnie felt her desire slowly rising again. The double-headed penis remained inside both of them; any contraction in one vagina would immediately resonate with the other.
Ronnie seemed to notice her mother speaking softly, "I'm sorry, Ronnie, I didn't mean this!"
But at the same time, someone came from behind them and abruptly pulled the pink double-headed penis out, drawing Ronnie's attention back to her vulva.
A finger inserted into her body, and a gasp from her mother beneath her made Ronnie guess that her mother might be experiencing the same thing. It was a very small finger; Ronnie didn't care whose finger it was, as long as it could move back and forth in her thirsty vulva, she was grateful.
She felt an impulse leading her to bend down and find her mother's lips. When she kissed her, her mother responded passionately. The women's tongues intertwined, lips pressed together, and fingers thrust in and out between each of their thighs.
A short while later, Ronnie noticed her mother had another small orgasm. Oh God! How she wished she could have an orgasm too! Watching her mother enjoy herself so much, she thought enviously. When her mother stopped screaming, the hands behind her supported Ronnie's hips, lifting her up. Then, the same hands helped her roll off her unconscious mother's body, lying down beside her.
Even in her utter disorientation, the man lying on top of her looked familiar.
He was on top of her, just as she had with her mother. Then his hard penis thrust into her overused vagina since she entered the room.
She looked up in confusion, gazing into those familiar eyes. Why did this young man look so much like her brother? But that couldn't be. Her brother was too young, seemingly just entering puberty.
If it weren't for this hazy, dreamlike state, Ronnie wouldn't have felt any enjoyment from the young man's short penis moving in and out of her. She turned to look at her mother and saw the middle-aged woman facing her, watching the young man having sex with her while masturbating.
This excited Ronnie instantly; her mother was watching her. Watching her being fucked by a man whose name she didn't know. No matter how short his penis was, at least he had good stamina, still so powerful after all this time. Ronnie smiled to herself at this thought.
She felt a familiar liquid suddenly pour into her body, and the man on top of her was breathing heavily. Ronnie immediately squirted. It wasn't a huge orgasm, but it was enough to make her feel good for a while.
Time blurred, and the young man on top of her seemed to leave, while her mother climbed between her legs. She felt like her mother was licking her vulva, occasionally sucking on her clitoris, but she wasn't sure. Her mother's hands tightly hugged her legs until her knees pressed against her mother's small, firm breasts. A tongue slipped inside her, continuously sucking out the hot, thick semen.
A few minutes passed, and Ronnie felt her body begin to react again. Out of the corner of her eye, Samantha seemed to be sucking on her erect nipple. Also, there seemed to be another mouth on her breast—yes, the girl who had helped her undress earlier.
Perhaps she had another orgasm, or perhaps she was just too tired to pay attention to anything else. Until the young man climbed back onto her head, his eyes fixed on her with amusement.
Ronnie finally realized that he really was her brother. She felt she should feel nauseous about what they had just done, but the actions of the other three women on top of her left her no energy to think about such things. Tony straddled her face, placing his scrotum into her slightly open mouth.
Ronnie opened her mouth and took his penis in, one stalk at a time. As she sucked and licked the man's testicles, she suddenly felt another woman climb over and take his short penis into her mouth. By the dim candlelight, she realized the woman on top of her was her mother, sucking so passionately, just as she had sucked semen from her vagina earlier.
Of course, Ronnie didn't care. Time grew increasingly blurry; she felt herself intertwined with five women, one of whom was probably her mother, and the only man was her brother. She was the center of everyone's attention, with several lips, fingers, tongues, and genitals rubbing against her skin.
Ronnie enjoyed it immensely, experiencing several mini-orgasms. Then her brother climbed onto her legs. As soon as he was in position, he began thrusting rapidly back and forth. Although his penis was small, Ronnie still felt waves of mini-orgasms wash over her, and just then, her mother's wet genitals slowly pressed down towards her mouth.
That was the last part Ronnie remembered. When she awoke, the sun was already shining in the room, and a clean, soft blanket covered her long legs. The young woman realized she was sleeping alone in a room of her house.
Was yesterday a dream? she asked herself. If it wasn't a dream, that kind of orgy was utterly intolerable, though the experience was undeniably memorable. She hadn't felt this good in years, only having had a few similar experiences before moving to the city.
"Good morning, Ronnie." She turned quickly, and upon seeing the speaker, gasped for breath. It was the man from her dream, the one sitting on the throne, another beautiful woman kneeling before him performing oral sex. "You seem to have had a good rest."
She quickly pulled the blanket over her small breasts, feeling a little suffocated. "That wasn't a dream, was it?"
The man chuckled. "No, Ronnie, it wasn't a dream. Every single moment was real."
Recalling fragments of the orgy, Ronnie felt all the blood drain from her face. "My mother!"
"She's still sleeping. She played too hard on you last night."
She noticed the man was only wearing a white woolen bathrobe. "You're David, aren't you?" The man nodded and sat down beside her bed. Ronnie longed to be alone, but her mind was racing with the events of last night, leaving no time to question the man's actions. "And my brother?"
"You exhausted him yesterday too; he's probably still asleep."
Her breathing quickened as she tried to speak to the man in a normal tone. "Please let me be alone for a while."
"Hmm, but I wanted to talk to you about something."
Ronnie sighed, knowing she couldn't be alone. She wanted to cry, but with this strange man standing before her, she couldn't.
"I originally wanted to wake you up and answer your questions," he said, laughing, "and then, I thought I could have some time to make love with you." His tone was so calm, as if he were talking about something as mundane as washing his face and brushing his teeth.
Ronnie thought she must have misheard. But soon she realized it was all truly coming from this man's mouth.
Then she tried something that worked on almost any man she knew—she got angry.
"Get out! Get out now! You pervert! I can't believe it..." Her voice trailed off as the man stared at her with interest, his body remaining completely still.
"Are you alright? Or do you just enjoy yelling like this?"
She felt like her head was about to explode with anger, but she just bit her lip. Getting angry didn't seem to work on this man.
"That's much better. Let me give you a heads-up: I'll fuck your ass first."
Ronnie's mouth dropped open in surprise, and the scream that had disappeared returned.
But he simply continued, "Let me guess, what do you want to know first? Is it why you were messing around with your mother and brother in front of all the audience?"
She immediately shut her mouth. His words, though crude, were absolutely true, because she vaguely felt as if someone had been watching her all night. "What happened? I felt like a completely different person last night."
David smiled slyly, taking out a small bottle of medicine and handing it to Ronnie. "Your answer is in here. Did you notice how much you enjoyed it last night?" She felt her face flush. "Anyone could use your body, and you would beg them to?" She nodded, knowing it was true, and it terrified her.
“This is called ‘garbage,’ it was a chemistry assignment for me. Basically, it’s a drug that can make women addicted, making them completely unable to control their behavior. Or rather, it’s a powerful aphrodisiac.”
“You mean I couldn’t control myself last night, and it wasn’t my fault, right?”
“Of course it wasn’t anyone’s fault, but you could have said no and turned and left the room if you wanted to. But you didn’t, you actually enjoyed it. In fact, you want to do it again, don’t you?” She turned away, trembling, but he laughed and continued, “I bet your cunt is wet right now!”
He hit the nail on the head, and Ronnie felt a wave of nausea.
“There’s only one way to go back to how you were yesterday,” he said, pointing to the bottle of liquid, “open it, and you’ll see if I’m telling the truth.”
She threw the bottle back at the man. “Get out, you pervert. I don’t want to go back to last night!” She shuddered, knowing she was lying. But she wouldn't let an ugly nerd tell her what to do. "Whatever's in the bottle can't control me!"
He threw the bottle back at her. "Open it and see if I'm telling the truth."
She took a deep breath and prepared to pull the cork. She looked up and saw David staring at her. Was it really true? Would she become a slut after opening the bottle? She thought anxiously.
He laughed again. "Hurry up and open it, or you'll feel pain when I put it in your ass, hahaha!"
Just to prove to him that none of this was true! Or was it true? Ronnie felt herself losing control and finally pulled the cork.
(29)
Tony didn't object to David's previous order. It was completely unbelievable. Virginia already had too much power. He poured himself a glass of red wine and took a big gulp. He noticed that now whenever David wanted to make a decision, he always bit his lip hard twice.
“You’ll do a good job, won’t you, Tony?” David looked extremely tired, his eyes half-open and hazy, dark bags making him look like a panda, his eyes bloodshot.
This wasn’t David’s new look; it was his most normal state recently. Like an aging king, David sat, letting others work for him. His most loyal assistant, Tony Demont, had accomplished everything he asked for over the years. Of course, he received many rewards as well.
“Of course, David.”
The old man propped himself up from his trembling body, sitting up in the leather chair, gripping the table to keep from collapsing. Even in the morning, David was drunk and unable to walk.
The women in the house were addicted to “trash,” while David was addicted to alcohol, a fact Tony didn’t say aloud but inwardly disapproved of.
David could no longer have sex with women and would occasionally give inexplicable commands.
Fortunately, there were some sensible people in the house who knew how to excite him to exhaustion or give him more alcohol to keep him asleep. Either way, everyone, including Tony, would be freed from his commands.
More importantly, as long as David was drunk, Tony became the dictator of the house.
Tony put down his glass of red wine and stood beside David, supporting him. Even his long, thin armpit was enough to support David's frail frame. He helped him out of the room and towards David's bedroom.
David looked up and asked a question that surprised Tony, "Are we doing the right thing, Tony?"
"Hmm, what do you mean?"
"Trash!" Whether it was out of pity or guilt, Tony felt disgusted, but he wouldn't comment.
In the hallway, an unnamed slave quickly made way for them, and the two slowly made their way to David's bedroom. His bedroom used to be the master bedroom on the top floor, but due to his alcoholism, he could no longer climb the stairs. "'Trash'? 'Trash' is good, David."
David slipped on a small felt mat and almost fell, but Tony caught him in time. The slave who had just yielded to him was startled to see his master about to fall, and only breathed a sigh of relief after Tony caught him. Tony couldn't remember her name, so he yelled at her directly, "You, you filthy bitch! Come here!"
"Master!" she rushed to his side, wanting to help.
"Go and call Mary to David's room, oh, and call Guyel too."
"I'll be right there, Master!" She ran with great enthusiasm, her buttocks very round and alluring.
Tony sized her up, mentally calculating when he would summon her to his room that night. Mary, Mrs. Wilson's daughter, was now David's nurse. She could carry out many of David's orders and held a very high position in the household.
Virginia came from the other porch, impeccably dressed, still the most charming woman in the house.
"David, how are you?"
"He's ill," Tony called out. "I've already sent for Mary."
Virginia nodded and opened the front door to David's room.
Tony laid David down on his large, soft bed; he appeared to be asleep. His eyes were closed, and his body slumped limply to one side. Tony turned to Virginia, the only woman in the house he wasn't allowed to touch, and yelled, "David wants you to manage those sluts in the house."
"Isn't that what you want?"
"Yes! Not what I want!"
Virginia often had to control her disgust for the young man before her. Besides David, he was the only man in the house. But he always lacked a certain warmth.
Even if David hadn't given Virginia that position, she had been the head of the women in the house for years; the women all relied on her strength and wisdom. David's decision was simply giving her a formal title.
Of course, this appointment also granted her a position, a position almost equal to Tony's; from then on, she was one of only three people in the house with decision-making power. In other words, she could do whatever she wanted.
“Why isn’t that slut Mary here yet!” Tony complained.
Virginia nodded slightly, noncommittally. Since the accident years ago, she had maintained a very close relationship with the young woman Tony called a slut. They lived in the same house, shared the same bed, and lived like lovers for several years.
Mary rushed in, looking almost unchanged. “Oh, mistress,”
she bent down, gently stroking David’s disheveled hair.
David, whom everyone thought was asleep, opened his eyes and laboriously raised his head. “Darling Mary, could you get me another drink?”
“Of course, mistress,” she began gently undressing him, “but before that, you must take a bath and then eat something.” Mary looked up at her lover. “Can Guyel come now?” Tony
’s roar rang out before Virginia could answer, “Listen, cow, someone’s already gone to call my mother!”
David suddenly cried, tears streaming down his face. He struggled to raise his hand, trying to cover his shameful state, but with great effort, he couldn't manage such a simple movement. Then, his sobs grew louder.
Gayl Demont rushed in from outside. She looked much older than when she first joined David's harem, but she was still dressed exactly the same: a pale pink jumpsuit, stockings, garter belt, and high heels. She looked like an old street prostitute, or rather, she was a prostitute.
She knew why she had been summoned, so as soon as she entered the room, she ran to David and lay down beside him, gently kissing his hands and face. "I'm here, darling. Let me kiss you properly."
"Oh!" He slowly reached out, wanting to touch her body. Gayl nestled into his arms.
The two embraced tightly, their tongues passionately intertwining.
Tony turned his head away in disgust; he found no allure in his mother's body whatsoever. He quickly turned and strode out of the room. He was already busy enough with things at home, and countless young girls were waiting for his favor.
Virginia didn't leave, but simply watched quietly from the side. Mary quickly poured a bowl of water and brought back a bowl of soup from the kitchen. These were all prepared for David.
David laboriously raised his hand, slowly moving it up Gayle's wrinkled thigh, trying to caress the old woman's vulva. Virginia watched everything unfold before her, her heart filled with pity. She understood why her master, David, had become like this. In fact, most people in the family understood.
Of course, Tony was an exception; he had never had any interest in such trivial matters.
An accident a few years ago had killed David's mother and his sister, Kerry. According to the police report, their car had slid off the tracks and crashed into an oncoming truck. Virginia guessed that Kerry must have been constantly arousing her mother before the accident. She had always been like that, always preoccupied with lust. This time, her excessive sexual desire cost her her life.
This accident also ruined David, both physically and psychologically; he was utterly destroyed. He didn't wallow in self-pity over the accident itself, because it wasn't directly related to him (though Virginia didn't think so). However, he felt deep remorse, because he had forced his mother and sister into a life they didn't want.
Besides David and Tony, Virginia knew the most about "garbage," yet she could never successfully produce even a small bottle. The smell of "garbage" worked on all women. Once a woman smelled it, she was immediately addicted, succumbed, and became a slave—without exception. Furthermore, after becoming addicted, each woman could experience different symptoms.
For example, some women would become more docile, some would become unusually obedient, as if they were born slaves, and some would become like children. Virginia guessed this might be related to the women's personalities; "garbage" could release the desires hidden deep within women's hearts.
Because of intense guilt, David's desire for Gayl grew stronger and stronger. In addition, he often fantasized about her as his mother, especially when he was drunk. The naked Gayl in his drunken state was probably the only thing that could arouse David, but even such scenes were becoming increasingly rare.
Virginia felt deep regret for David, her only master. But even so, the hatred that had always been hidden in her heart never diminished.
Gayl's hands began to stroke her master's limp penis, and her mouth sucked hard on the man's tongue. David seemed to be getting excited. His fingers had already touched the woman's half-dry vulva and began to slowly thrust in and out.
Now even Virginia couldn't bear to watch anymore. She turned around and quickly left the room.
(30)
Tony had his own troubles, the biggest of which was that he still hadn't figured out how to make "garbage". In fact, this was a secret that only David knew. Years of "friendship," years of service, the entire fortune contributed, and Tony's self-perceived strong character—none of these could compare to the "garbage" formula for David.
Standing before Tony were Mother No. 4 and Daughter No. 4. They were a real mother and daughter, sharing the same blood, only sixteen years apart in age. Both were petite Asian women with beautiful faces and disproportionately large breasts. Judging by appearance alone, they might easily be mistaken for sisters.
At home, Tony had several such mother-daughter pairs to supply his daily needs.
The pair before him were "garbage" Tony had purchased from their husbands and fathers at a cost of about a year's supply.
The man initially refused, but agreed after Tony allowed him to deflower his daughter. Countless similar transactions existed, and this trade was David's family's money-printing machine. Selling "garbage" to high society, allowing men to use their money and wives and daughters to buy the monsters that satisfied their most wicked desires, was an idea Tony conceived.
David remained lustful towards his mother, while Tony quickly shifted his attention away from Gayle. He particularly enjoyed forcing women to do things they didn't want to do. Initially, David was very enthusiastic about this, but after so many years, he was now almost devoid of even basic male function.
Tony lay naked on the large bed, his equally naked mother and daughter kneeling obediently on either side of him, trying to lick his penis. But the beautiful flesh was now less appealing to him than the apple in his hand. He took a big bite of the apple, pondering how to get the formula from his longtime "friend."
He had to get the formula as soon as possible, because any later might be too late—David couldn't hold on much longer, a fact everyone knew.
Without the formula, he would lose everything. His entire family would perish. Outside the family, thousands of women would go insane from the loss of their "garbage" supply, and it was quite possible that from then on, newspapers would be filled with news of promiscuous women exposing themselves in public every day.
Years earlier, David had agreed to an experiment with Tony. They locked three addicted women in three separate rooms. They had plenty of food, but no "garbage."
It didn't take long for the women to begin acting "abnormal," or rather, from the first day they encountered the "garbage," they were never normal again. Only after being confined to a room without the "garbage" did their craving for it grow stronger each day.
A few days later, their mental state deteriorated. They ran around the room constantly, searching for anything thin and long to insert into their vaginas.
Later, they even tried inserting sharp fruit knives into their vaginas, while simultaneously masturbating incessantly, but none of this extinguished the fire of lust within them. It was a flame ignited by the "garbage," and only the "garbage" could temporarily extinguish it.
Tony remained lying in bed. He knew that two floors below him, his mother was probably currently sucking David's limp penis, stroking his anus with her fingers, while David's toes were undoubtedly thrusting in and out of her vagina.
The thought that such a lewd woman was his own mother made Tony feel a surge of nausea, but he also understood that no other woman in the house could soothe David like this.
"Damn it!!" Tony cursed fiercely, determined to get the formula no matter what.
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