Family (s&m incest)
Chapter 2 by Erin
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It was late in the afternoon when Kevin pulled in the drive. The trip from our
college takes about three hours and after finals, partying and packing we were
both beat. I was looking forward to a long hot bath, a good dinner and twelve
hours sleep, in that order. And that s exactly what happened, but only after I
received a shock that would change my life.
In spite of the fact that it was late PM, we arrived a couple hours earlier than
expected. I went into the house to make Mom aware of this fact. She wasn t
downstairs so I decided to check her room. Her bedroom door was ajar so I just
pushed it open and walked in. That was when I received my shock. Mom was stark
naked, standing with her back to the full length mirror and looking over her
shoulder at her reflection. When I saw the reflection I gasped aloud. Her back
was a series of criss-crossed welts from her shoulders to her ankles. Her butt
and thighs had fatter and redder welts laid on the others. In places these welts
had blue and purple ridges.
She jerked her head in my direction when she heard my gasp.
Erin, was all she said.
Mom. My God, what happened to your back?
She just looked at me. The marks were obviously the result of a beating. David,
I said. He did this to you? Mom, what happened? Mom walked to the bed, picked
up her robe and put it on. Then she looked at me. She was surprisingly calm and
seemed very self-assured.
Yes, Erin. David did this to me. She raised her hand to stop me from saying
anything. But he did it with my cooperation, she continued, and even my
encouragement. David and I love each other very much and we have a very special
relationship. Her voice was so confidant. I don t expect you to necessarily
understand why we do this but please believe me when I say that it is consensual
and for some crazy reason, I like it.
I didn t know what to say. I thought that maybe I did understand.
I knew that sex can take a lot of different directions and go down some strange
roads. I had been down some myself, although none that left me looking like Mom.
So I simply walked over to her and kissed her on the cheek and said, We re
home, and started for the door.
I had my bath, dinner and twelve hours sleep. The next morning Kevin and I were
having a cup of coffee at the kitchen table. Mom had already left to do some
shopping. I told Kevin about what I had seen and instead of being outraged, he
took it very calmly. We talked about motivations and things but the discussion
never became very animated. It was as if we wanted to think about it before we
talked about it. But we never had a chance to do either.
There was a knock at the door and Kevin went to answer it. When he came back he
said, Look who s here. On his heels was David.
Good morning, he greeted us with his usual quiet charm and sincerity. It
sounds as if you were expecting me.
Kevin invited David to sit down and have some coffee. Mom just left to do some
shopping. She said she d be back in a couple hours.
I m sorry I missed her, David said. How s school?
We made small talk for a while and the discussion turned to David and Mom s
relationship. How they spent a lot of time together, galleries that they visited
and so forth. Without even thinking about what I was saying I told David about
my encounter with Mom the previous night. He didn t seem surprised or concerned.
I don t know how much she told you, he said, but everything we do is done with
mutual consent.
I agreed that Mom had said the same thing but little else.
Most of the time our relationship is pretty ordinary and would probably get the
Good Housekeeping Seal of Approval, he continued. But occasionally we fall
into an S&M roll. It s a kind of master/slave thing. Like I said, it s
consensual. It seems to fill a need that we both have and we both enjoy it.
I suppose that Mom s always the slave, I blurted. For some reason I was getting
bitchy. I didn t really mind that Mom and David were playing these games but the
whole thing was making me edgy for some reason. Why don t you take the beating
some time?
I guess we never considered that, replied David.
Look, I said, I don t see what gives you the right to treat my mother like
that. Who are you that you get to be a master and my mother a slave? I didn t
know what I was talking about. I just felt like being a bitch. Kevin, meanwhile,
was just sitting and looking at David. His eyes never left David s face. I
wondered what was going through his brain.
Stand up, Erin. David said it quietly but his voice conveyed a sense of
command.
What? was all I could say. I was getting an excited fear in my stomach. Where
was this going?
Stand up. If you want to understand our relationship, I ll show you. Stand up,
Erin.
His voice grew so quiet it was hard for me to hear him. I stood up and faced
him. I m not sure why I did it. I guess I told myself that it was because he was
my mother s boyfriend and I didn t want to argue with him. Whatever the reason,
I stood.
Without saying a word David left the kitchen.
Kevin looked at me and smiled his sweet smile. You re going to get it, Erin.
was all he said. I didn t reply.
After a minute David returned. In his hand he carried he carried a paddle. It
looked like an ordinary sorority paddle except that the word SLUT was printed on
one side in large capital letters. What the hell was going on here?
Drop your shorts, Erin.
I couldn t believe this. No! was all I said. Erin, you said that you didn t
understand and I want you to understand. Turn around, face the table and drop
your shorts.
I will never know why I complied but I did. I turned and faced the table. Kevin
was seated on the opposite side of the table and I was facing him. He wasn t
smiling any more but I could tell that he was excited. He was staring into my
eyes and his mouth was slightly open. There were beads of sweat on his upper
lip. Somehow, his presence made this very exciting. I unsnapped and unzipped my
shorts. I had to crouch to pull then down to my ankles and then I stood straight
again. I had stepped across some sort of line and I wasn t sure how far beyond
the line I was prepared to proceed. This was my house, Kevin was present and I
could stop this at any time. Right?
Pull your panties down, also, and step out of them.
Again I complied. When I straightened up Kevin s eyes were bouncing back and
forth between my naked crotch and my face. I can t describe the feeling but the
excitement I felt was more intense than any sexual experience I d ever had. I
suspect that this was because of the formality of what was happening. Or maybe
because I wasn t in control (no matter what I liked to think). There was no
doubt that I was about to be paddled and that it was going to be extremely
painful.
Bend over and hold the edge of the table.
I did. I felt the paddle gently touch my ass as if David was taking measure.
Then a sharp smack and a stinging pain. The first one was bearable. Smack! The
second swat was laid on top of the first and not so bearable. I emitted a sharp
cry as I sucked in my breath. The third swat was a long time coming. My ass
burned and I had plenty of opportunity to consider if I could stand another
smack on top of the previous two. Because of the existing pain it was easy to
imagine the increased pain I was about to endure.
Smack! I cried again. This was getting beyond my tolerance for pain. That damn
paddle hurt like hell. My fingers were white from gripping the table edge. I
looked into Kevin s eyes. His face show an almost uncontrolled excitement.
Just one more, Erin, then we ll go over some rules.
Rules? What the hell was he talking about?
Smack! God, that hurt. I didn t move. I didn t know what I was supposed to do. I
just stood there with my ass burning and my sex on display for David to see. My
sex, by the way, had achieved it s own degree of excitement by this time. It
wanted to be touched, caressed, brought to a climax. In the worst way. But that
was not to happen. Not for a while.
Now what I want you to do, Erin, is face me and kneel.
By this time he had me. I was unbelievably excited. I think that I would have
done anything David asked of me. Apparently, I had as much desire to be
controlled as my mother. Maybe it s a genetic thing. If it is, then how about
Kevin? Did he have the control me gene? I was about to find out. I turned and
faced David and dropped to my knees as I was ordered. My ass continued to burn
and the feeling increased my excitement.
Starting now, Erin, you have two lives. Your ordinary life and your slave life.
Unless I indicate otherwise, you will live as you always have. But when I make
it apparent, you will be my slave. You will do absolutely anything I command
without hesitation or question. I, naturally, will never endanger you in any
way. But I will hurt and humiliate you frequently. Do you understand me?
Yes, I replied.
Resume the position you were in before.
I again stood, turned and bent to grab the table edge. Was he going to swat me
again? I didn t know if my tail could stand any more.
Smack! Jesus god in heaven that hurt!
That was punishment, Erin. When you are in slave mode you must address me as
master every time you speak to me. Is that clear?
Y-yes.
Smack! Oh my God! Every swat was worse than the last and the last was more than
I could bear.
Master. Yes Master. Please don t hit me again, Master.
Smack! Oh shit, I can t stand it!
Another rule, Erin. Whenever I hit you with the paddle or the switch you must
thank me and ask for another. Now let s try it.
Smack! God, not another, please not another!
Thank you, Master. May I please have another? I couldn t believe it. The last
thing in the world I wanted was another swat on my naked burning ass and here I
was asking for it.
Back to your knees, Erin. I m not sure you re bottom can stand any more
punishment right now.
Thank god! It couldn t stand any more three swats ago! I faced David, I mean
Master, and knelt.
See this paddle, Erin? What does it say? Master held the paddle up for me to
read.
It says Slut, Master.
That s because this is your mother s paddle and Slut is her slave name. Your
slave name will be Cunt. We ll make a paddle for you with Cunt written on it.
That will be nice, won t it?
Yes, Master.
He smiled. When you are a slave you will never refer to me or to yourself or to
another slave with a pronoun. Instead you will use Master and the appropriate
slave name. Clear?
Yes, Master
Now tell me what s going to happen next, Cunt.
I don t--, I mean--, Oh shit! Cunt doesn t know what s going to happen next,
Master.
Master smiled again. You re learning, Cunt, but you ve made numerous errors and
I can t let them go unpunished. Take off your shirt and bra, please.
I complied and I was naked. I was only nineteen and my breasts were quite firm.
Not too large but definitely a hand full. Because of my sexual excitement, my
nipples stuck out like marbles. I know that Kevin was staring at my multi-hued
ass. He was probably sweating from the heat that was emanating from it. It was
all I could do to keep from caressing my sex. I never experienced more desire in
my entire life.
Lean back so that your palms are flat on the floor.
Now my legs were doubled under me, my tummy was stretched taut and my breasts
were pointed up towaed the ceiling. It was in an uncomfortable position but not
painful. Bending backwards made me open my knees a bit and more prominately
displayed my dripping, swollen cunt.
Smack! David brought the paddle down on my stomach. It hurt but I was thankful
it wasn t my ass. I grunted.
I didn t hear anything, Cunt, so you get another.
Smack! The exact same spot. Right on top of my belly button. What did he want to
hear? Oh shit.
Thank you Master. May I have another, please.
Smack! This was becoming a very painful lesson. I burned, I ached and god, I
wished I could rub my wet pussy.
Thank you, Master. My I have another please?
When is your mother due home, Cunt?
I don t...
Smack!
Cunt doesn t know. Thank you, Master. May I have another, please?
I hope Master was enjoying himself because I sure wasn t.
Make a guess, Cunt.
I took a breath and organized my thoughts as best as I could. I knew what he was
up to. He wanted me to refer to my mother with a pronoun.
Cunt thinks.. (pause), that Slut will be home about eleven.
Very good, Cunt. I m proud of you.
And I was proud of myself. Can you believe it? How could such a
small thing make me feel proud. Not to mention that I had avoided another swat
with the paddle.
Straighten up, Cunt. I did. When I look at you and snap my fingers and point
to the floor it means that you are a slave and you are to kneel where I point.
When you kneel you kneel at attention. Your knees should be together, your back
slightly arched, your tummy sucked in, your hands folded behind your head and
your elbows back. Your chin should be pointed up. Do it.
After I complied with all of these instructions I felt even more naked. It was
like I was showing off my body. The burning in my ass and tummy made me even
more aware of my body and my nakedness. I was glad that I could keep my knees
together. It seemed to relieve some of the excruciating desire between my legs.
You remain in that position, Cunt, until I command otherwise.
Clear?
Yes, Master.
Now. What shall we do with Kevin over here?
What indeed. Kevin s excitement was so palpable that I could feel his presence.
It was like an electricity in the room. What was Kevin s future going to be now
that both mine and Mom s (I mean Cunt and Slut s) had been defined.
Come over here, Kevin, so that Cunt can see us both.
I heard Kevin s chair scrape as he got up. He walked over and stood next to
Master facing me. Did he look ashamed? Of course he did. The front of his shorts
were stained. Not only had he ejaculated into his pants but from the obvious
bulge he was still erect. Poor Kevin. He was always a very nice, sweet, innocent
boy. He s not large, two inches taller than me and I m five-five. His frame is
slight but he s in excellent shape. Both Kevin and I have always been runners.
We ran cross country in high school and we both still run regularly. Kevin is
almost effeminate. He has very little facial hair and not much body hair. When
I see him with his shirt off there are just a few blond curls in the center of
his chest. As I mentioned before, he has a very sweet smile.
Master smiled. It appears that you ve had an accident, Kevin. Is that right?
Kevin looked at the floor. Yes, Master.
Kevin didn t need his role defined for him. He new exactly what it was. I can t
say that I was surprised. Master snapped his finger at Kevin and pointed to the
floor beside me. Kevin immediately dropped to his knees and assumed the position
next to me.
Master continued with his lessons. When I snap my finger and touch my shirt
collar that is a command that you are to strip. You are to lay you re clothes
neatly beside you, not in a pile like the Cunt did there.
Shit. Now what? Do I straighten my clothes without being commanded or do
nothing. My tummy and my ass still felt like they were on fire. I didn t think I
could stand another paddling. I chose to do nothing, primarily because events
were already proceeding with Kevin. The Master had made the appropriate gesture
and Kevin was taking off his clothes. His Jockeys appeared to still be wet from
when he came. When his penis sprang into view I was surprised. I had not seen
Kevin naked since puberty. His body may be slight but his cock would have made
any man proud. I m not an expert on cocks but I ve seen a few (more than a few)
and Kevin s was one of the most impressive in my experience. Kevin appeared
proud of it also. He was hard and his penis pointed up at Master s face as if
to say Here I am. Do your damnedest.
Your slave name, Kevin, is Boytoy. One word. Boytoy. When Cunt is a slave she
will refer to you as Boytoy. Not he or his or him but Boytoy. And you, likewise
will refer to her as Cunt. Understood?
Yes, Master.
Now ask your sister for permission to kiss her passionately on the lips.
Kevin, I mean Boytoy, looked at me and paused for a second before he asked, May
Boytoy passionately kiss Cunt on the lips?
If his cock could have gotten any harder it did. If my cunt could have gotten
any wetter it did. Kissing my brother passionately, under these circumstances,
at this time, seemed like the most sexually exciting thing in the world. I didn
t know if I was allowed to answer or not and looked toward Master for guidance.
That s good Cunt. You re learning. You may respond to Boytoy.
I looked Boytoy directly in the eyes. Yes, Boytoy. Boytoy may kiss Cunt
passionately on the lips.
Boytoy looked at Master who nodded. Then Boytoy moved on his knees so that he
was directly across from me. I didn t know if he was allowed to do that or not
but Master didn t say anything. Then he tilted his head to the right and our
lips met. I responded and soon our tongues were poking into each other s mouth.
He had thrust his hips against me and his prodigious cock had slipped between my
legs and was poking at my cunt. I didn t dare spread my knees without Master s
consent. But my hips were grinding lavisiously. I couldn t have stopped that on
pain of death. Even with my knees together, his cock was working it s way inside
me. Boytoy s chest was rubbing against mine tantalizing my sensitive nipples. I
was beginning to have an orgasm. I couldn t help it. I could feel Boytoy doing
the same through his mouth and chest and hips and cock.
Stop, commanded Master. Boytoy, return to your former position.
Boytoy reluctantly pulled himself away and returned to his kneeling position
beside me. I was squeezing and grinding every muscle that was close to my cunt.
Every pore in my body seemed to be sweating. Boytoy was immobile but his cock
seemed to be dancing in front of him.
We heard the door open and slam shut. Mom called out, Hi. I m home. Anybody
here?
It was too much for poor Boytoy. He shot his wad all the way to our Master and
on to his bare feet.
