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The Subjection of Mom and Sis Chapter Four
“The HOOTER-MOBILE is all topped off mommy.” Roger snickered as he walked behind his kneeling mother. “Lets see now. What should the second booby drag race be for?” Roger asked as he slammed his hand into the back of his mother's head.
The force of the blow caused Joan to pitch forward. With her arms still pined behind her back in the hammer lock position the thirty-eight-year-old mother had no way to check her fall. She slammed face first into the floor. Crushing her abused, swollen nipples and her newly developed minitits into the rug. Leaving her well whipped heinie sticking up high.
“Now what could the second booby drag race possibly be?” Roger asked his mother as he rammed his hand back into his mother's twat and thumb into her just reamed shitter. Though he already knew what was going to happen he left his mom in suspense for a few minuets. “I know. Our chew toy must be losing its flavor. So lets add some flavoring to our chew toy. Pick our chew toy back up mommy!” Roger hoisted his mom's knees back off the floor by her twat and started slashing his mom's ass once again.
Franticly Joan upon her tortured nipples and breasts scooted across the rug to her sodden panties. Using only her lips and teeth she quickly repacked her mouth with her soiled, soggy undergarment. Once they were fully in she started to chew on them.
“Mommy the second booby drag race ends at the chew toy flavoring bin.” Roger snapped as soon as her saw his mother resume chewing on her soiled panties once again.
Joan wondered where the flavoring bin was. The last flavoring was her own urine and feces. So she wondered if her next destination was the dirty clothes hamper in her bathroom for another pair of soiled panties. Thinking this Joan started to turn herself around (upon her tortured breasts) in the hallway to reenter her bedroom with the intention of going to her bathroom as quickly as she could so that her son would stop slashing her tenderized buttocks.
Curious as to where his mother was heading Roger let her take the lead though he continued to waylay her fanny. When his mom scooted herself up to her dirty clothes hamper Roger burst out laughing as he realized that she thought that another pair of panties from the dirty close hamper was the reflavoring that he was referring to. Boy was she in for a hell of a surprise.
But for shit and grins he went along with her. He yanked his hand out of his mother's twat allowing her to crash to the tiled bathroom floor upon her knees. He then grabbed a hand full of hair and twisted it around his hand. Then he jerked her upright. After flipping open the top of the hamper he shoved his mother's head deep into it.
Not having done the laundry in over a week the dirty clothes hamper was nearly full. So with her head immersed halfway into the hamper Joan had a wide assortment of dirty panties to select from. Catching a whiff of a particular raunchy pair of panties Joan decided on them for her reflavoring. But what about the panties that she was now chewing on? Should she discard them in favor of the new one? Or should she just add the new panties to the one already in her mouth?
Joan did not want to risk angering her son so she decided to add the new soiled panties with the old. It was a bit tricky to get the new soiled panties into her mouth especially without the usage of her hands. But she managed to get half of them in her mouth when suddenly her head was jerked out of the hamper. With a half a pair of the raunchy panties from the dirty clothes hamper hanging out of her mouth Joan looked up at her son's grinning face.
“Its ok if you want two chew toys mommy. But the first chew toy still need reflavoring.” Snickered Roger as he slammed his mom's face into the tiled floor of the bathroom.
Blood gushed from Joan's nose as her son rammed his hand back into her vagina and his thumb into her slick rectum. “So its off to Tiger-Kitty's litter box for some reflavoring.” Chuckled Roger as he yanked his mother's knees off the floor by her twat.
Joan's stomach churned with revulsion at the news of her reflavoring. She had been on her daughter's case for several days now to clean her cat's litter box out. So Joan knew that the litter box was ripe. Soon she would be reflavoring her ‘chew toy' that she was still chewing with the contents of that cat litter box. And what of the ‘chew toy' half in her mouth and half hanging out of her mouth? Joan shuddered at the thought.
Spurred on by her son lashing her rear with the hanger Joan thrust and shimmed upon her raw, swollen, rug burned, agonizingly pain filled nipples. Moving forwarded along in tiny little spurts. Out of her bathroom, through her bedroom, along the upstairs hallway to the head of the main stairs.
The thirty-eight-year-old mother experienced a whole new world of hurt as she tit walked herself down the main stairs. She wanted to stop several times but her son wouldn't allow it. Using both the hanger across her ass and his hand in her cunt the seventeen-year-old-son made sure his mom stayed in motion. Even when she reached the bottom of the stairs Joan was force to tit walk herself from the main entry hallway, across the living room through the dining room, into the kitchen and out into the utility room where Tiger-Kitty's litter box was before her son let her come to a stop.
Roger lowered his mom to the floor but kept his hand imbedded in her twat and shitter.
“Ok mommy reflavoring time. Put both of them chew toys next to the reflavoring bin.”
Using her tongue Joan pushed both sets of panties out of her mouth. Onto the utility room dirty floor.
“Spread out them chew toys.”
Using her nose Joan spread first the saliva soaked original panties out flat then the new raunchy pair.
“Ok mommy select four of the nicest flavor tubes. Four nice long, thick ones. And place two of them in the center of each chew toy.”
Joan had only one way to get the ‘flavor tubes' from the ‘flavoring bin' to her ‘chew toys'. By mouth. The thirty-eight-year-old mother shuddered at the thought. It was hard for her to work up the courage to retrieve cat shit with her mouth. Joan was jolted into action as her ass was set ablaze once again by the dreaded clothes hanger.
Like a hog searching for truffles the thirty-eight-year-old mother rooted through the gritty cat litter in search of the longest and thickest of Tiger-Kitty's feces. Finding a really good one Joan gently so not to brake it up wrapped her lips around the cat litter coated turd. Lifting the ‘flavor tube' out of the ‘flavoring bin' Joan gently placed it in the center of her saliva sogged ‘chew toy'. Joan then rooted out three more of the choicest ‘flavor tubes' and placed them on the ‘chew toys' Two on each.
“Ok mommy use that snout to uncover the flavor wafers at the bottom of the flavoring bin.”
Using her nose Joan brushed aside the over laying cat litter until she got down to the cat litter that was clumped together by Tiger-Kitty's piss. Joan's eyes watered up as the ammonia vapors from cat piss seeped into her eyes.
“Put one of the flavor wafers in each chew toy.”
Using her teeth Joan scraped up some of the cake like piss clump of cat litter into her mouth. Her stomach did flip-flops as she transferred the piss soaked cat litter to both of her soiled panties.
“Now mommy wrap up them chew toys.”
Using only her mouth Joan folded her panties into two little bundles that were filled with Tiger-Kitty's waste products.
“Mommy you may chew on the new chew toy now.”
Opening her mouth wide the thirty-eight-year-old mother worked the raunchy pair of panties that she had dug out of the dirty clothes hamper into her mouth. It took a little tongue action but once she had the panties complete in her oral cavity she closed it and started chewing.
Joan almost upchuck as her stomach rebelled as the taste of cat shit and cat piss flooded her taste buds. Almost! But the fear of having the wire clothes hanger shoved up her rear passage then spun around convinced the thirty-eight-year-old mother to keep her stomach contain down as she chew her flavor enhanced chew toy. The new additives certainly did put extra zing in the chew toy.
Once his mother was chewing on raunchy pair of panties that was filled with cat shit and piss Roger popped his hand out of her tight twat and had her kneel up right.
“Tasty is it mommy?”
The look of revulsion on his mom's face was pure gold. It said everything without her saying a single word. Roger had finally found something that his bratty sister's worthless cat was good for.
As he watched his mom chewing Roger's cock twitched and started to stiffen. He could feel his balls filling up with a fresh load of sperm.
The thirty-eight-year-old mother watched her son root around the utility room gathering a myriad of diverse items as she chewed and chewed and chewed on cat feces and urine. She had to fight with all of soul to keep from retching. Her tummy could be seen churning violently.
After gathering the items and placing them in a pillowcase Roger bellowed, “POSITION!”
The thirty-eight-year-old mother pitched herself forward. Even though she prepared herself as best as she could Joan screamed in agonizing pain pass her panties she was chewing as her bloated well whipped nipples slammed into the floor.
“OK mommy pick up the other chew toy So we will have it for later.”
Being careful not to let the panties she was chewing on or any of its contents fall out of her mouth Mrs. Joan Peterson picked up the original saliva soaked ‘chew toy' with its yummy chewy center with her lips.
Joan grunted in pain as her son rammed his right hand back into her aching vagina and thumb into her slimy rectum.
“Ok mommy lets do the third booby drag race. Back up stairs to Barbara 's room.” Roger informed his mom as his twat and shitter buried hand jerked her up off her knees.
Mrs. Joan Peterson started her agonizing booby drag race journey this one to her daughter's bedroom upon her pain filled battered nipples with her son motivating her on with the accursed wire clothes hanger...
end of chapter 4
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