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My little brother Billy was spending the week with our Grandma Hastings. I didn't envyBilly. Grandma Hastings is mean. She's my new step Mommy Amanda’s mother. So I guess she’s really my step Grandma. Anyway, whenever Mommy leavesus with Grandma Hastings Billy and I get beat. And slapped. And burned with Grandma' hot cigarettes and her matches and her lighter. She makes us sleep on the bare concrete floor in her basement too. Last time we stayed with her she made me and Billy lay on the floor so she could use us as her toilet. Mommy does that too but she just makes us put our lips on her piss hole so she can pee in our mouth. Grandmommy does number one and number two in our mouths. And makes us lick her clean in both places. It was gross. I threw up. Grandma made Billy lick it up. He got sick too but he waited to throw up until after she left.
Things like that are why I don't like staying with her. I hated that Billy was there by himself but I didn't regret not being there myself. Even though I knew Mommy would hurt me just as much as Grandma Hastings would. Sure, Mommy uses me as a toilet to pee in. And Mommy burns me with her cigarettes too. But it’s different with Mommy. I’ve learned to love my new Mommy. She’s teaching me to love Grandma too but I don’t love hernearly as much as I do my Mommy.After two years of constant ‘constructive torture’ I've learned to love Mommy with all my heart and all my soul. Mommy uses torture to show me how tobe her good little boy. She doesn’t do it out of love. Mommy says boys like me were born to serve women like her. She’s been training me and shaping me to be the kind of boy she wants ever since she married Dad two years ago. I belong to Mommy now. Completely.I’d do anything for her.
My names Tommy Ryan. I'm sixteen and my Mom still lets me go to public school. But I think that’s going to change. Mommy only wants me to go to school so I can pick out other boys my age she can turn into her sluts. I’ve brought three boys home in the last year. They never left our basement. Mommy did things to them down there that are too awful to describe. I felt terrible betraying my friends like that but then I saw how much fun Mommy had burning them and raping them and using them for her cruel games and I still felt bad but somehow I felt like I’d done the right thing. Making Mommy happy is the only thing that matters to me.
My brother Billy doesn't go to school anymore. Mommy plays so rough with Billy that he's got marks onhis hands and neck and face from where she burns him and whips him and slaps him so hard. So Mommykeeps Billy at home. She tells people Billy is being home schooled. And he is in a way. He’s home learning how to do anything Mommy tells him to. The way I do for her. Mommy knows she can count on me. I lure other boys back for her to play with. I obey Mommy always. Like today when Mommy left me a note for when I got home from school.
First thing I do when I get home from school is head to the fridge to get some milk.I found Mom's note on the kitchen counter when I got out a glass. She wanted me in the shed. She didn't say why. She didn't have to. If she wanted me in the shed then I wantedto be there too. I wanted to be there for her. I wanted to be there so Mommy could hurt me. She likes to do that. I love my Mommy so much. I don’t know why. She does mean things to me. And to Billy. But for some reason I need her to love me. So I love her no matter what hoping she’ll tell me she loves me toosomeday. But she never does. So I try harder for Mommy. After I read her note I ran to the shed to be with her.
Dad was screaming when I stepped into the shed. I wasn't surprised. I knew how Mommy likes to play rough. Dad and me and Billy scream a lot when Mommy playsher special games with us. That's because she likes to hurt us. From Dad'sscreams it sounded like Mom was torturing him real good. I could hear herlaughing over Dad's muffled screaming. It used to be when I heard Dad or Billy shriek like that I’d be terrified and I’d shake and lose control and start to cry. I don’t do that anymore. Mommy’s trained me to respond different o another boy’s shrieks of agony. Now I get a boner. I get aroused when I know Mommy’s torturing some poor man. My cock gets real big and real hard and it feels good. It seems perverse to be like this. And I wonder sometimes if being like this makes me as cruel and wicked as Mommy. When I tell her that she just laughs. And says no boy could ever be as cruel as she is. I put those thoughts out of my mind though. Mommycalled out from the other side ofthe dimly lit shed. I reluctantly let go of my cock and started towards where she was.
"About time you showed up Tommy. Come over here and help me with your father. I've been playing with him for over an hour. I'm almost finished. I wantyou to see this. And I want to play with you some too sweetie."
Mommy had been teaching me new games ever since I could remember. When she was still dating Dad we played cops and robbers. Billy and I were a little old to beplaying that kids game but Mommy has a way of making you do what she wants. Billy and Iare the robbers, Mommy's the cop. She'd catch me, put me in cuffs and then paddle meuntil I couldn't cry anymore. Then she'd show me what happened to a little boy thief who went to prison. It hurt a lot when she stuck those things up me, especially whenshe put on rubber gloves and worked her whole hand inside my rear end and twisted herfingers and pumped her fist in me like she did. I was only fourteen when she started. Mommy said I was her prison bitch and I had to do what she said. So I did. I learnquick when Mommy starts hurting me. I know if a boy’s good and he obeys Mommy then she'll only hurt you until you can't scream anymore.
She taught me to play pirates too. I always got caught and had to have a dozen lashes on my bare back. We didn't have a boat so when I had towalk the plank she'd use the toilet. Mommy would make me undress and stick my headin the toilet bowl she could sit on my head and hold me under. I always swallowed lots ofwater when she played that game. But we hadn't played any of those games for months.
Now she played Cowboy and Indians a lot. I was the cowboy, Mommy was the beautiful Indian Princess. She'd put a stretchy headband thing around her short blondhair, stick a feather in it, wear dark red lip stick and put on her pretty dark blueeye makeup. Mommy was so pretty when she got all dressed up and put on hermakeup. She didn't look like an Indian but she was beautiful just the same.
For the cowboy game she ties my hands together so I can't interfere with her fun. Once I'm tied up she pulls off my pants and finds my 'pistol'. That'swhat she calls my penis when wplay her cowboy game. But usually we both just call itmy cock, or my boner, or my dick. Mommy has lots of names for it. But that'sOK, it belongs to her. When we play cowboy and indians she says my dick ismy six shooter.
So she pretends my cock is my gun and she rubs it a special way so it gets big and hard and it sticks out from my body just like it really isa gun. She uses her hand and her fingers on me. She strokes me. It feels sonice when she does that. She plays like that with my pistol until it goesoff, until it shoots out hot, sticky, wet bullets. I love the way it feels when Mommy holds my gin, I mean my cock. After I shoot off for her Mommy has to punish hercowboy, she needs to teach him the Indian ways. I’m not allowed to fire my gun unless Mommy says I can. And she almost never gives me permission to shoot off. So she burns her cowboy. Shebrands me with her cigarettes; she uses the hot coal to leave her mark on me,to burn me on my chest and on my behind and especially on my pistol. I quicklylearned how that game was played because it's always been one of Mommy's favorites.
"Shame on you, cowboys know they shouldn't shoot off their pistol like that. What do you think an Indian Princess would do to a boy who fires offhis thing?"
"Tie him to the stake, tie the cowboy up. That's what Indians do."
"That's right sweetheart. But then what honey? That won't get rid of your pistol, that won't cleanup this sticky mess. Tell Mommy what she should do."
"Burn him Mommy. Burn the cowboy. Burn his pistol. Make it real hot so it gets soft and it can't shoot again. Then use your cigarettes and matches to dry up all the sticky stuff on the cowboy’s stomach."
And that's what she always does when we play that game. She uses her cigarettes. To burn her cowboy.To burn me, dragging the burning coal up anddown the underside of my hard dick, pressing the hot tip against my skinuntil I'm not hard anymore. And then she uses her matches, lets the flamewash over the sticky spots on my legs and my belly and my balls.
Her games were our secret, I couldn't tell anyone. She said everybody would just get jealous, then the state would come and take me away. That's whatMommy told me. That's why she only burned me in places other people wouldn'tsee. Well, other people besides her girlfriends and Grandma Hastings. And great GrandmaOma Decker. They see Mommy's marks on me and they smile. And add some marks of their own.
But the people Mommy calls vanillas, the people Mommy says don't understand women like her, we keep what Mommy does to me secret from those people. Mommy saysthey're dull. And unimaginative.And closed minded.So they wouldn't understand about the special games myMommy plays with me. I keep what Mommy does to me a secret because I don't wantMommy to get in trouble and I don't want anyone to take me away from her. I loveMommy so much.
It hurts when Mommy burns me. I don't like it at all. But she's my Mom. And good boys obey their Mommy. I want to be a good boy for her. Always.I'm almost seventeen and I know lots of games that make Mom happy and I'm stillher good little boy. And my pistol still works even with all the burn scars on it.In fact I can't get really hard anymore unless Mommy or one of her girlfriends burns meor hurts me at least a little. Mommy calls me her sweet little pain slut.
But my cock works best of all for Mommy. I always get hardest for her. It's because it belongs to her. She owns my cock, she owns me. I'm just allowed tocarry the dick around for her. She says that whenever she wants to playwith it I should drop everything and bring it to her fast as I can, and I should make it as hard asI can, so she can have her fun. So as soon as I saw Mommy's note on thekitchen counter I dropped my book bag and rushed out to the shed. I fondledmy dick first so I'd have a really nice erection for Mommy. She likes me hard. About a year ago things changed for me. It was about then that I noticed that when I’m around Mommy and she’s having her cruel fun with a boy, even if it’s me, I can barely keep my hands off my cock.
I had no idea which game she wanted to play with me today. She seldom took me to the shed to play. She takes the boys she brings home to the shed. Therunaways and hitchhikers she picks up a couple times a month, the boys I brought home from school for her because she wanted new boys to play with. Those are the boys who go in the shed with Mommy and never come out. All I do is help Mommy carry out theheavy rubber bags when she's done with them. I know the boys are in those bags. Or what’s left of those boys. I always figured Mommy would take me to the shed someday and play with me until she had to put what was left of me in a heavy black rubber bag. But so far Mommy hardly ever playswith me out here in the shed. And I'd never really seen for sure what she did to the boys outthere, the boys who disappeared and were never seen again. I just knew those bags were big enough to hold a boy and they weighed about as much as a boy.
The shed was really more of a garage than a storage building now. Mom made Dad had convert it a year ago so he could work on his cars. H doesn’t really like to work on cars. Mommy makes him though. She said he needed a hobby, one that has the potential for accidents and fire and other dangerously fun things. Lately Mom had forced Dad to start working on a couple of old FordMustangs. One was on jacks with parts scattered about. It looked like Daddyhad been doing an oil change and maybe installing a fuel filter replacement. I knowa little about cars. I didn’t see Dad but I heard his screams and Mom's laugh over by the wall.
"Tommy, stop wasting time. Get over here. I want you to see this. Mommy's doing something really special to Daddy, something I only get to do once.Daddy's going to get snuffed today sweetie. It's going to be so much fun."
I saw an orange light flicker over there too, by the work bench. I guessed it was Mom's cigarette lighter. I knew how much she liked to play with fire.Daddy screamed again, over by the light. I loved my Dad but I was glad Mommywas playing with him right now and not me. It sounded like she was into somesort of really wicked game with Daddy. It was selfish of me but I hoped Dadkept her entertained long enough that she'd wait to play with me until atleast after dinner.
"Tommy, don't make me wait sweetheart. Daddy's getting tired and I'll want to play with you soon."
Dad screamed again. It was muffled so I figured Mom had him gagged. She didthat when she was going to hurt us real bad. As much as she likes to hear usscream she didn't want the neighbors to get too suspicious about what went onhere and ask a bunch of awkward questions. Dad and I were trained not to scream when Mommy hurt us. But sometimes she hurt us so bad we couldn't help it.
When I got to the bench I saw the flickering glow was Mommy's lighter.She was burning Dad, holding the flame to his nipple. He screamed again,looked over at me, panicked, pleading, pained. Dad wasn't gagged whichsurprised me. Even up close his screams were muffled. Dad didn't look so good.He was pale, sweating, his eyes wild, unfocused, his breathing ragged. Momhardly ever played this rough.
Mommy looked wonderful. She always did. Her hair was red now. And short, kinda spiky. It made her look younger than she was. Mom was only thirty four. Shestill had the body of a woman fifteen years younger. Strong, slim legs, high cheekbones, piercing blue-green eyes. She was beautiful and worked hard to stay that way.She said playing her special games helped keep her young at heart. When she smiledat me like she was now I couldn't refuse her.
"Now sweetheart, Mommy wants you to help her finish off Daddy. We got the last ofthe money from selling off his business today. We don't need Daddy anymoresweetie. But it has to look like an accident honey. I'm going to kill himbut nobody can know I did it."
I knew today was going to be something special. Like the time last monthwhen she smothered Dad until he passed out. She stopped his breathing and keptsmothering him until he had no pulse. It'd taken twenty minutes to revivehim that time. I had to use the defibrillator on him twice. She'd done thatthe day he'd sold his company. To celebrate she said. Dad hadn't been out ofthe house since.
The defib machine was still kind of new. Mommy brought it home about a six monthsago, another one of her toys. It was easy to use. She had us practice with it.When she first brought it home she had a boy with her. I'd never seen himbefore. Daddy and I had to carry him in from the car. He was cuffed and gagged.
He died that day. But not until Mommy tortured him a bunch so we could practice with the defibrillator. She smothered him half a dozen times andthen Daddy and I would revive him for her. So she could play some more andwe could practice with the machine. Mommy loved smothering a man until hisheart stopped. She'd hook him up to a monitor and she'd sit on his face or warpher hands around his neck and squeeze until he passed out. Then she'd watch themonitor on his heart and stay sitting on his face or keep her fingers tightaround his throat until the monitor said he had no pulse.
Then Dad or I would hook up the machine and shock his heart back to life. So Mommy could do it all over again. That first kid she did lasted a long time.That made Mommy really, really happy. She had seemed pretty pleased with how itall worked out. Since then she'd played rough enough with both me and Daddythat we needed the machine to revive. It seemed she was playing like that withDaddy right now. If she kept it up his heart was sure to stop. I looked aroundthe shed but didn't see the defibrillator out here in the shed so I guessed Mommywould know when to stop.
Dad hadn't wanted to sell his company. He begged Mom to let him keep it. He said he was too young to stop work. He sobbed that he still had good years left, thathe could still be useful to her. Daddy was only a little older than fifty.Mommy met him through some sort of personal ad. I know because Daddy had kept the adand I saw it in his wallet once. At the time I didn't understand it. I figured it'dbe an ad from a girl wanting to be a special assistant. Because that's how most of thegirls and women Daddy brought home were introduced to me and Billy.
But the ad said a beginning Mistress was seeking a few good men, a few good slaves.Now I know about Mommy and how she likes to play. She says she likes to dominate menbut what she really likes to do is torture them. It's because she's sadistic. And boyslike me are born just for women like her. That's what Mommy always told me and I trusther completely. She's been cruel and sadistic all her life. She says I should be glad.
I'd seen how much Mommy liked to hurt men. Once she gets started she justcan't help herself. Like now, the way she was burning Dad. She was excited,I could tell. And she couldn't stop laughing. She was laughing now while she puther hot cigarette against Daddy's penis. It was her little girl laugh, the light,sweet, innocent, exuberant sounding laugh she got when she first started torturinga man. Later her laugh would turn husky and sexy and wicked.
"Daddy's going to have a heart attack sweetie. It's going to be so much fun. Fun forme that is. He's going to be in such pain. He'll suffer so. I'll make sure of that."
"Yes Mommy. But he's going to be OK isn't he. After.After you're done havingyour fun?"
"Of course baby. But I think Daddy is going to accidently start a fire inthe garage. When I'm finished playing with him. When he's too worn out to keepme excited. He'll get all burned up in the fire. And all these marks andburns I'm putting on him now will get burned up too. The police won't seethem on Daddy's blackened body. That means we'll be the only ones who know whatI did to Daddy today. And I know you'll keep Mommy's secret, won't you baby.I think that would be best for both of us, don't you hon. We don't wantsomeone to come and take my little boy away from Mommy after Daddy's dead."
She said this last to Dad as she touched her lighter to his balls, burned himthere, let the flame play over his inner thighs, let the fire roast his nuts.Mommy laughed, burned Daddy some more then turned and smiled at me. That's whenI figured out that his screams were muffled because he was too weak to screamany louder. He was already yelling at the top of his lungs. He just didn'thave the strength to make much noise. Plus his throat didn't look right. Therewere burns from his Adam's apple all the way up and over his chin. He had burnsaround his mouth and on his lips even. Mommy did that to him. So even if he had thestrength Daddy probably couldn't scream loud with his mouth all burned like that.
I figured out that Mommy did know when she was going to stop. And I wouldn't havea Daddy anymore when she was done. I started to tremble, scared about what I wasgoing to see. It would be like it was with that boy she brought home, the one sheslowly smothered, over and over until he was dead. Mommy wasn't going to quit todayuntil Daddy was dead. I couldn't help myself, I blurted out what I was thinking.
"Is Daddy going to die Mommy. Are you going to do Daddy like you did thatboy last year? Are you going to torture him until his heart breaks. Smotherhim to death. Like that boy. Are you going to kill me too, Mommy? After youkill Daddy? Will you torture me till I'm dead?"
She took hold of my chin, lifted my face to her, used her finger to wipeaway the tears that had welled up in my eyes all by themselves. She let mego, pointed to the stool by the work bench and went back to burning Daddy.
"Get undressed Tommy. Leave your clothes on the stool there. We'll see aboutyou later. Right now I want to finish with Richard. Your father has run outof time."
"Yes Mommy."
I stripped. There was a dog collar on the stool. Mommy didn't have to tellme what to do. I fastened it around my neck. I turned back to her, presentedmyself to her.
"I see you took your pills before you left school. That's my good boy.You know how important it is to take your pills before you get home."
"Yes Mommy. I took two just before last class ended, just like always. Andthey worked just like always too, Mommy."
Mommy had me on a schedule. I took two Viagra every day before I left school. And Mommy gave me a full dose Cialis every other day. She wanted me hard when I got home even on the days when she wasn't there to play withme. I'd been on these special pills since before Dad and Mom's wedding. That's when she started using the pump on my penis too. She'd fit it over me and suck all theair out. It'd make my cock hard and big and thick. Mommy said all this wasto make me a better man, make me a better toy for her. After a couple years ofthese 'treatments' it did start to have an effect. I had a much bigger cockthan any other boy I knew. Mommy said I was bigger at twelve than most men everare. I was proud when she told me that.
In fact, at school other boys just stared at my penis when we showered after gym.Even soft it was two or three inches longer than most of theirs. I'm bigger than Daddynow too. When I'm on Viagra. Mommy likes that about me. That I'm big and thick andhard most of the time. She tells me how much she likes big cocks, says it makes herhappy to have such a special boy. It makes me feel good to know I make Mommy happy.
"That's Mommy's good boy, nice and big for Mommy. Come stand over here for mehoney, let Mommy see her little boy's hardon. But first grab that rod there,the one on the table. Give it to Mommy."
It was a welding rod. Dad had a complete welding setup for working on hiscars. I picked up the slender, two foot long rod and handed it to my Mom asI moved to stand next to the bench where Mommy could get to me. She leanedover and wrapped her hand around my dick. It felt so good when she didthat. An hour after I took my pills all I could think of was stroking myself,jerking off, getting release from the tension that built up in my dick. ButMommy didn't let me masturbate anymore, she said she was the only one allowedto touch me there. And Mommy was boss. I needed her to jerk me off so bad.I'd do anything she asked to get that release.
I handed her what she wanted and stood patiently waiting for her nextcommand. She took the welding rod and ran it gently up and down my cock. Itfelt so good. On their own my hips thrust forward, my cock craving the
attention Mommy was giving it. She smiled at me, lowered the rod down betweenmy spread out legs, brought it up sharply against my balls. Stars exploded inmy head, it was all I could do to stay standing. Mommy laughed.
"Now turn around sweetie. Mommy wants to do her little boy's behind."
I turned, knowing what came next. There was a sharp blow as she brought therod down hard on my right butt cheek. I stood as still as I could. Just likeshe trained me to. I bit my lip to keep from screaming. Mommy raised her handagain and again. I counted ten blows, knew I had ten new welts on my ass. Itwould hurt to sit at school tomorrow. And the day after. I'd do my best to hide itfrom my teachers.
"Turn around dear, face Mommy. Is my little boy crying? Did Mommy hurt you?"
"It hurts Mommy. It hurts bad."
"I know baby. That's what makes is so much fun for Mommy. Tell me, who does mylittle boy love most? Who does my little boy always want to please?"
"You Mommy. I love you Mommy. Only you. I want to make you happy Mommy."
Mommy leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, then the lips. Her tonguefound its way inside, explored my mouth, greedy, hungry. She finished bybiting my lower lip. Hard. I could taste the blood. Mom laughed and flickedher lighter again, brought it close to my nipple, let me feel the heat, shelaughed again and moved her lighter back to Dad's chest. His body jerked in agony but I could tell his movements were slowing down.
"That's my good boy. Now what's Mommy's favorite game sweetheart. What haveMommy and Tommy always played when Mommy wants to have real fun?"
"Cowboys and Indians."
"Hand me my cigarettes sweetie. I already have a lighter. "
She laughed, flicked her lighter and held it under Dad's chin, let theflame wash over his neck, his mouth, creep up his nostrils. Daddy's headlurched on the table, flailed side to side.
"Although I may need another one if this one runs low on fluid."
My Mom's cigarettes were on top of her clothes piled on the stool. I fetchedthem for her, handed her the pack. She shook out one of the slender whitetubes, a Virginia Slim 120, stuck it between her lips and pulled it out ofthe pack. She seemed reluctant to move her lighter from Daddy but she did.Sucking in a lungful of smoke she leaned close over Dad and blew a smokycloud directly in his face. He coughed, a soundless, hacking cough thatlooked painful. I'd coughed like that when Mommy played her smoking gamewith me so I knew how it felt. But she'd never burnt my throat and mouthlike she'd just done Dad. He probably would never talk again. It made me sad.
"We'll just pretend you're tied to a stake, OK sweetie. Mommy's comfortablesitting on Daddy like this so she doesn't want to get down to tie you up."
"Yes Mommy. I won't move. I'll be good."
"I know sweetheart. You're always good for Mommy. Now step closer dear, pokeit out for me, show me that big gun you've got for Mommy."
I took a step closer, let my cock press against the table where Dad wastied down. That was one of my tricks, pressing the head of my cock againstsomething so Mommy wouldn't burn it. Mommy took a deep drag, got the tip of her cigarette all hot. Her handmoved down from her mouth with an easy, practiced motion. She touched theburning end of her cigarette to my dick, about an inch from the head. Sheheld it there for five seconds, took another quick drag, put her cigaretteback where it'd been, burning the same spot.
"Lean back a little Tommy, let me see your cock head. Put it out there whereI can burn it sweetie. That's my boy."
I had no choice. I obeyed Mommy. It's the way she'd trained me.Daddy always obeyed her too. It's how it worked in our family now, it's whatmade us special. She didn't burn the tip where the pee hole was, just the head. She usedthe entire cigarette on me. Except the time she shoved the hot end up Daddy'snose. When she finished I had more than a dozen new marks on my cock. I'dbe able to pee without too much pain but if Mommy decided to fuck me I'd bein for some serious hurting.
When she was finished with me she shook out another cigarette, lit it andtouched the coal to Daddy's nose. He'd recovered some strength while Mommywas playing with me. He jerked pretty hard when Mom stuck the glowing tipof her cigarette up his nose. She seemed to like his reaction. She burned himlike that again before turning to me again.
"Now say hello to Daddy dear. I'm sure he's happy to see you but he's alittle too tired to talk right now. And I think his throat hurts him. He maynot want to say anything."
She smiled as she said that, laughed as the flame from her lighter washedover Dad's chest. He tried to scream again, his mouthed opened in an agonizedgrimace but no sound came out anymore. Dad was on his back, tied down to the work bench at his wrists and ankles.He was in his overalls, the ones he wore when he worked on his cars, the oneswith a zipper down the front from neck to crotch.
The zipper on Daddy's coveralls was pulled down so he was mostly naked, atleast from the knees up. Mommy had been sitting on Daddy's stomach. Herjeans and panties were slung over the stool besides the bench. All she had onwas a knit top. And her boots. The spiky high heeled ones. With the sharppoint toes. Daddy was hard like me. Actually he was harder. From the looksof his boner he must have taken four or five Viagra. Mommy slid down on him,raised up her hips and spread her legs so Daddy's cock slipped inside her.
She bounced a few times, enjoyed the feel of her husband inside her, hard,restrained, unable to resist her. Mommy had perfect breasts, so firm andpretty they way the jutted out. And they jiggled so nice when she bounced onDaddy.
She was riding Daddy, bouncing up and down on him, driving his cock deepinside her. Taking a man like this was one of Mommy's favorite ways to getoff. That's why I took my pills before I came home. So Mommy could ride meas soon as I got home. She needed her fun and Daddy couldn't always be there.At least before Mommy made him sell the business.
"Daddy didn't want to play Mommy's game so she had to tie him up. And he won'ttake his medicine. Such a bad boy. I had to help him."
She pointed to Dad's arms. I saw she'd pasted a nitro patch on each arm, twoon each thigh. That meant four times the usual dose. If she'd made him take asmuch Viagra as it looked like he did then it was amazing he was still alive.She must have read my thoughts.
"Daddy's proving stronger than I thought dear. He should be dead by now withall these drugs. But we'll fix that. Now get Daddy's other medicine out of mypocket sweetie. I want to make Daddy all better."
My Dad had been prescribed heart medicine a couple of years ago. He used to be fit. He'd been an athlete all his life. Then Mommy changed his diet. She switched him toall fried foods and lots of rich desserts. She made him drink half a bottle of cheapwhisky every night. And she made him sit in a tiny room off the proch and smoke two cigars before he could come back in. His doctor said if he didn't change his habits he'd bedead in a year. He'd said if Daddy didn't quit smoking he'd be dead in six months.
When Mommy heard the Doctor's prognosis she laughed. She'd told me she could arrangethat. Dad must have been stronger than the doc said because he was still alive ayear after the initial diagnosis. Which was amazing considering Daddy seldom tookhis medicine. Mom just flushed most of the pills and patches down the toilet. Butshe always kept the prescription filled. And Daddy got a physical every six months.From a new doctor. One Mommy picked. She told the new doctor to be sure and updateDad's records, said she wanted plenty of evidence of his heart condition. In casehe died suddenly.
The new doctor was Ms. Lisbeth. She fixes me and Dad up when Mommy hurt us too bad.A week after we got back from that first doctor visit Mommy came home with a new toy.It looked like the kind of masks scuba divers wear except it covered both your nose andyour mouth. There were two holes under the nose area. One was small, about a quarterinch in diameter. The other was about an inch around. With a clamp that could shutit off completely or could open it all the way. That's how you had to breath infresh air. Mommy showed us how it worked that night. I was sitting on the couch whenshe got home.
"Put the mask on Tommy. Make sure it fits nice and tight so air doesn't leak out."
Once I had the mask on Mommy sat down on me. I was naked, my cock already stifffor Mommy. I was almost always naked and hard when I was at home. Mom liked me thatway. She used some cuffs to bind my wrists behind my back. Then slipped down on topof me, guided my cock so it slid up inside her. She wiggled some just for her ownpleasure. I couldn't help it, I got excited too. Mommy noticed. So she started movingup and down real slow, teasing me. It was hard to breathe through the mask. And thatseemed to make me even harder. I started to mimic Mom's up and down movement. I letmy hips rock so I'd slid in and out between her legs. She felt me getting close.Mommy squeezed my left nipple really hard. She pinched me until I stopped moving.I wanted to cum so bad but she wouldn't let me.
I was breathing really hard by now. The two little holes didn't let much air in.Mom grabbed a cigarette from the pack on the side table, lit up, took a drag thenblew her smoke in the larger hole. The mask filled with smoke, I could barely seeout. I breathed in but I got almost all smoke. When I exhaled hardly any smoke inthe mask blew out the holes, the mask stayed full of Mommy's smoke. So my next breath,and the one after that was mostly smoke too. I was suffocating, I started to panic.I began to hyperventilate, I kept trying to gulp in clean air but Mommy wasn't lettingme have any.
I could see her face through the clouds of smoke in themask. Mommy was laughing.And taking another drag so she could blow more of her cigarette smoke in my mask.I got light headed. All I could see through the mask was my Mom's face. She was stilllaughing and making faces at me. It ws almost like her expressions said she was soooo concerned about her little boy, like she was so scared for her baby. But she wasn't. Icoiuld tell. Her expressions were fake. All overdone. She was making fun of me. Andenjoying my panic, my pain. Then Mommy started sliding up and down on my cock again.Faster and faster and faster.
By the time the smoke cleared and I could breathe again I was dizzy and sick to mystomach. That's when Mom stuck her lit cigarette in the little hole. She put the filteron the inside, the burning tip outside. It was a perfect fit. Now each time I inhaledI got some smoke mixed in with the fresh air. It was like smoking except it seemed Igot twice as much smoke. Mommy was going crazy on my dick. She was riding me like shewas on some sort of wild bucking horse. She was pounding up and down so hard on my cockmy legs hurt. And she kept moaning and shouting about how much she loved to fuck herslutty little boy.
I kinda lost track of what was happening. I know Mommy removed the cigarettefrom the little hole and put in a fresh one at least once. I remember becauseshe put the old cigarette out on my tit. But after that it's all a blank eventoday. I probably passed out. Anyway, when I was alert again I was slumpeddown on the couch and Mommy was sitting on Dad's lap. He had the mask on.There was a fresh cigarette in the little hole. And eight butts in the ashtray.I'd put a clean ashtray out before Mommy came home with her new toy.
Dad wasn't moving much so Mom lit a cigarette for herself, took a drag andthen used the tip to burn Daddy. She started on his chest. At first hejerked and struggled a bit but that didn't last too long. When he stoppedmoving all together Mom put her finger on his neck, smiled at me and thenburned Daddy again. He didn't move this time. Mom felt his pulse and laughed.She pulled the mask off his face then. She took a drag, used Dad's chest to shapeher cigarette tip to a sharp hot point then burned him with it. On his nipple.Dad didn't move.
After a minute she snapped her fingers at me. I was mostly recovered now, Iknew just what she wanted. I started CPR on Daddy. I was good at it, I'dpracticed a lot on Dad after all the times Mommy smothered him senseless.Daddy came around eventually.
Mommy was really happy about her new toy, her smoking mask. She made Dad wear itevery morning and every night. She made Daddy smoke two packs of cigarettes like thatevery day. I think it was really more like four or five packs since he had to breathin all the smoke, even what he exhaled. And she still made him smoke the two cigars anight out on the porch. Daddy's health started to go down hill fast after Mommy madehim use the mask every day.
I only had to wear it a couple times a week. She seldom suffocated us until we passedout like she did those first few times. I think she was just having too much funat first with her experimenting. She did that with new toys. Mommy went too far sometimes. Like she seemed to be doing now with Daddy on the work bench.
I fished a pill bottle and an aerosol spray out of Mom's pants just likeshe said to. I recognized them. Mommy had Dad on Viagra too, he took two pillsseveral times a day, whenever Mommy wanted to play. And he was on nitroglycerin aswell. Because of his heart. His doctor Ms. Lisbeth said Dad didn't really need the nitro.She'd laughed when she that. She'd told Mom how dangerous it'd be if he took the nitrowith the Viagra. She'd winked at Mom then. And at me too. Ms. Lisbeth and I both knewwhat Mommy intended to do with the nitro.
Mommy had laughed and told Ms. Lisbeth to fix Dad's tests and chart so the nitro patcheslooked like they were necessary. Ms. Lisbeth said it'd be easy to make it look like nitrowas the right thing medically. So Dr. Lisbeth found an EKG of an old patient who had a realbad heart and labeled it as my Dad's. And she wrote out a prescription that Mommymade sure she always got filled. Mommy made sure Dad had his nitro patches and a nitrospray for emergencies. Like the emergency he was having now in the shed while Mommy wastorturing him before she snuffed him.
Standing in the shed next to Mom it was finally clear to me that she'd planned forthis day a long time ago. She established a trail of evidence showing that Dad hada bad heart. It would be easy for the coroner to believe his heart quit on him fromnatural causes since all signs that Mommy had tortured him to death would be erasedby the fire she intended to start.
I admired my Mom's plan. She'd get to have her special kind of cruel fun and getaway with it too. With my new insight I realized just how sadistic this woman ridingmy Dad was. Perhaps I should have been scared, horrified, bothered by it. But I wasn't.She was Mommy. I loved her with all my heart. I wanted her to be happy, to have herspecial pleasure. I admired what she was doing. I almost wished I was the one tied on
Mommy was laughing again, holding her cigarette lighter under Daddy's rightnipple now, letting the flame lick at his naked skin. He was trying to get away. Mommy was good at tying us just loose enough so we could jerk andtwist and thrash about but not so loose we could get away and spoil her fun.
"Did my little boy have fun at school today?"
"Yes Mommy."
Mom casually slid the flame across Dad's chest to his left nipple. Withouttaking her eyes of Dad while she performed this new insult to his body sheaddressed me.
"What did my Tommy learn at school today?"
Daddy screamed again, a long wail that ended in a sob. He looked so white,there was almost no color in his face. His breathing was getting ragged again.Each breath was torture with his burned nostrils and throat. I think he wascrying but he didn't have enough left to make tears.
"Those two senior boys you invited over last month caught me at lunch. They took me behindthe gym and made me pull my pants down. Then Frank, the one that plays football, he, ahhh,he put his cock inside me Mommy."
Mommy squeezed Dad's burned tit between her thumb and forefinger, pinchingit as hard as she could. Daddy groaned, turned violently from side to sidein a useless attempt to evade Mommy's grip. She laughed at him knowing shecould follow each of his twists and make his agony last as long as she liked.
"Inside where sweetie?In your mouth.Or up your butt."
"Both Mommy. First he made me suck him. Then he made me bend over and he rammed his bighard cock up my ass. It hurt Mommy. It hurt a lot. He said to say hi to you though. Ididn't like it Mommy.
"That's nice sweetheart. Every boy should know what it feels like to have a cockup his butt. I hope it hurt hon. Did Frank make you lick his butt first? Did you have tostick your tongue up his ass and clean him out. The way Mommy showed you? I told Frank heshould make you do that next time he played with you."
"He must have forgot Mommy. He really hurt me today. Getting raped like that hurt andit made me feel small. Worthless. Do I have to let him do that to me Mommy?"
"Of course you do Tommy. It's what Mommy wants. It makes her happy to know her little boyis getting fucked in the ass at school. And you want Mommy to be happy don't you baby."
I nodded yes. Mommy slapped me hard half a dozen times. I used my words and said, yes,
I want my Mommy to be happy. I had to practically shout cause Daddy was screaming hisstrange muted scream. Mom was asking me more about school but I could tell she wasn'tthat interested. Her attention was focused on Dad, her eyes following every tormentedmove he made. Every once in a while he move in a way that pleased Mom. He'd expressedthe agony he was going through with a particularly violent thrashing or heart rendingscream. Mommy would smile, redouble her efforts to hurt her man, giggle at the result.
I wasn't the center of attention. Yet. As disloyal as it was to DadI hoped tokeep things like that for a bit longer.
"Yes Mommy, I want you to be happier than any other Mommies."
Mommy was so engrossed in watching Dad suffer that she hardly heard me.She mumbled something about how that was nice, getting to lick shit out ofall those ass holes. Daddy seemed to have regained some strength. Mom saw anopportunity to up the ante, cause her husband even more pain.
"I'm glad you think that sweetie. Now, give me that bottle Tommy. The blue one.Daddy needs to get harder for me."
Mommy took the pills from me, shook out two and pushed them down Daddy'sthroat. She gave him a slap on his Adam's apple that made him swallow. Itwas obvious from the way his back arched and his arms flailed about when heswallowed that his burned and brutalized throat was in agony.
"Here, Richard, take some more of your cock pills for me dear. Get these nice drugsinto your system darlin. Make it harder for me babe. So I can give you the nitroand cause a heart attack. That's a good boy."
I knew what she was up to. The combination of Viagra and nitroglycerinwould be fatal. I knew Mommy had put Dad on a high dose of the nitro becausehe had six patches on right now. And knowing my Mom she'd made him takea couple Viagra at least three times today already. Dad's blood pressure had to be all over the place with those drugs in his body. I figured if he more Viagra would make his heart quit on him. Mommy must have thought so too, she seemed reallyexcited about cramming that pill down daddy’s ravaged throat.
"We'll wait a bit till the Viagra has time to get in his system. Then we'llgive Daddy his heart medicine."
Mom climbed off Dad and turned toward me. There was a hoist hanging from theceiling. Dad used it to lift engines and stuff from his cars. Mommy put cuffson me, hooked them to the hoist. Then she hooked the ring on my collar to thehoist too. After she raised the chain I was suspended from the hoist,my feet barely touching the floor. I had to stand on tiptoe to keep thecollar from digging into my neck and choking me. Mommy cranked the hoistup another notch.
"Comfy dear? You look so good suspended like that. Here sweetheart, why don'tyou take a couple pills too. Wouldn't want you to lose that lovely boner whenMommy stats to play. Now where is that welding rod?"
I swallowed the pills she put on my tongue. Getting tortured was easierwhen I was hard. For some reason it was easier to endure if I was aroused.
Mom didn't find the one I'd given her before but there were plenty on thebench. She found one she liked and used it on me. She beat me on the butt andlegs and laughed when I lost my footing and hung by my neck. She'd have to lower thehoist then until I could regain my footing. Once I almost passed out fromthe pain. She'd given me a couple dozen hard strokes by then. It was asrough a canning as I'd ever gotten. Mommy certainly was in a special moodtoday. I'd never seen her so happy, so excited, so energetic.
My ass burned like she'd poured gasoline on it and lit it on fire. I triedto drive that image out of my mind. The way Mommy was playing with me andDaddy I was afraid she'd read my thoughts, positive she would decide the ideawas just too much fun to resist and she really would set me on fire.
When I almost passed out she had to lower me down until I was on my knees.Feeling her shoe on my balls helped me revive. But I almost threw up whenshe stepped on my nuts crushing them by putting all her weight on my balls. I'mglad I didn't. I threw up on Mommy once. Ms. Lisbeth spent the weekend puttingme back together after that. I missed six weeks of school. Mommy told themI'd fallen under the lawn mower, had a terrible accident. Doctor Lisbeth backedher story up with fake medical records. I think that's one reason why Mommy likedMs. Lisbeth so much. Having a doctor around who helped her hide her accidents when sheplayed too rough was handy. Of course it might have been because Ms. Lisbeth was a sadistjust like Mommy.
Mommy played with me for almost an hour in the garage that day. It was mostly canningalthough she did smoke several cigarettes. I swallowed all of her ash and she snuffedout all her cigarettes on my cock. But I survived. When she let me loose I couldactually stand on my own. Mommy was generous that way. Sometimes she letme off with a light beating.
"Let's see how Daddy's doing. It's almost time to finish up here. I wantthe fire started well before sunset. That way we can let it burn for awhilebefore we have to call the fire department. We'll pretend we didn't see itin the waning daylight."
My Dad was barely moving now. He was moaning, his head wobbled back andforth a bit but it wasn't clear how much he was aware of what was happening.Mommy decided to wake him up some. She picked up her lighter and a can of3-in-1 oil. Dad was still tied down to the bench, his coveralls unzippedand pulled down to his knees. Even in all his pain his cock was hard, pokingstraight up. It was as big as I'd ever seen Daddy.
I was standing on one side on the bench, Mom on the other. She took thetop off the oil. The spout on 3-in-1 oil is tapered so you can squirt it rightwhere you want to without wasting it or getting it all over everything else. Mommysquirted oil down Daddy's pee hole then covered his cock head with the goldenoil before emptying the rest of the can on his shaft and balls. Then she flicked herlighter.
She started the fire on his balls. It quickly spread up his dick, dancedaround his penis tip. I saw the fire feed down inside him, saw his penisturn into a candle, the oil Mommy squirted down his pee hole serving as a wick.It kept burning, the small flame shooting out of Daddy's cock. Mommy's eyeswere ablaze with passion and pleasure and lust. Her wicked smile lit up her facealmost as much as the light from the fire spurting from the end of Daddy's dick.
Daddy howled, his hips bucked against the bench, his head thrashed back andforth. Mommy laughed. I felt hot tears running down my cheek. It was awful forDad. He didn't deserve this. He'd be better off dead. But Mommy wasn't donewith him yet. She could still have some fun with his body.
Daddy went soft, the pain too much even for the amount of Viagra Mommy hadforced him to take. With his cock down the oil inside him kept dripping out,keeping the fire that burned lit and alive until all the oil had leaked out.
"See how that got his attention Tommy. Daddy just needed a little wake upcall. But now it's time to say good bye to Daddy. Fetch me a full can ofoil sweetie."
It took me several seconds to respond. I was almost in a trance. Mommy burnedme and she burned Dad a lot. It was her favorite game. But she'd never doneanything like this. Daddy's cock was ruined, it would never work again. AndMom didn't seem to care. She looked happy about it, pleased, satisfied.
I was more scared than I'd ever been. But excited too.And ashamed. Because Iwas glad it was Daddy tied to the table instead of me. And I was glad I gotto see Mommy like this. She looked so beautiful. She was glowing, practicallydancing even though she was just standing there. I'd never loved Mommy more.A little part of me was hoping she'd do that to me someday, burn me like she'djust burned Daddy. I wanted her to get that much pleasure and satisfactionfrom me.
She seemed to understand what I was thinking, she didn't get angry, didn'tholler at me to obey her. Wasn't impatient for me to do what she'd asked.She just smiled, held my gaze with her shiny green eyes, leaned acrossthebench, her breasts brushing Dad's ruined cock and kissed me. A special grownup kiss, her tongue exploring my mouth, sucking me, biting me, making me hers.
"I know sweetie. It's scary. But fun and exciting and magnificent too isn'tit baby? Mommy's having so much fun. Now go get me a full can and watch how muchfun Mommy has with Daddy."
I got what she wanted and watched with dread and fascination as she worked theoil all through Daddy's hair. I watched her squirt a thin line down his forehead,around his mouth, under his nose, up his nostrils and then finish her wicked game bytracing two circles around his eyes, emptying the can and leaving two thick globsover each eyebrow and one final dab on his chest. The oil above Dad'sbrows ran down his face, into his eyes. He had enough strength to blink a fewtimes, try to keep it out. It didn't work. I'm sure he was half blind by theoil seeping into his eyes.
Mommy sat on Daddy's stomach, scooted down lower until her butt was rubbingDaddy's ravaged dick, a final insult to the black stump which was all that was left ofmy Dad's manhood. She held her hand up, two fingers forming a loose V shape,wiggled her hand and smiled at me. I'd been lighting Mommy's cigarettes forever.When she held her hand like that I knew what she wanted a fresh one.I pulled a cigarette from the pack, placed it between her fingers, feltaround on the table for her lighter.
I handed the lighter to her, watched her flick it to life, hold the flame tothe end of her cigarette, take a deep drag, turn and blow her smoke in my face.
"Hand me the nitro Tommy. Daddy needs a boost."
I handed her the spray bottle with Dad's nitroglycerin knowing what she wasgoing to do next. She didn't disappoint me. She took one last drag to get hercigarette hot, the coal burning a firey orange. In a smooth motion she held itto Dad's chest next to the oil that was slowly running down his skin. Casually,lovingly she traced a line across Daddy's chest with her cigarette until the tipwas touching the oil. It took a couple of seconds but it finally ignited thepuddle. The flames leaped up from Daddy. His head jerked back, hismouth opened and he screamed his oddly muffled and tortured scream.
Mommy was ready. She shoved the nitro aerosol dispenser into Dad's mouththen button pressed all the way down so spray was spurting out the can. The fire onhis chest continued to burn, he tried to jerk his head, to free himself, tried to stop the torture but he couldn’t. Mommy had tied him up too good.
Daddy screamed. Mommy was ready. She followed each spasm as his head twistedabout in a vain attempt to get relief from his torture. It was a new can. Sheheld it in Dad's mouth until it was empty. Before she'd even finished givinghim his final mega dose of medicine it started to have the affect she hadhoped for. Dad's eyes flew open, then squeezed tight, shut. His face screwedup in agony, he tried to scream but Mom wasn't about to remove the nitro untilshe'd emptied the entire can on his tongue.
"Isn't this fun Tommy. Doesn't Daddy look funny the way he flops and jerksaround. God I love doing this to men."
Daddy groaned. He had the headache to end all headaches. I knew, knew itfelt like his head was about to explode, knew he was praying his head wouldexplode so the terrible, gross, unimaginable pain would stop. I knew becauseMommy had made me take large doses of the nitro like that too. For practice,she said. She needed to try different strengths to see the effect. And I wasyoung, strong. She was sure I'd survive. And if I didn't, well Mommy couldarrange for it to look like an accident. Dr. Lisbeth would back up her story. Ishuddered just remembering that searing, mind numbing pain. Poor Daddy.
Mommy wanted to play some more. Her dear husband would never again be in this much pain. She wanted to savor it, revel in it, add just one moreunbearable agony to Daddy's burden. She removed the nitro, picked up herlighter, flicked it, touched the flame to the line of oil dribbling downDaddy's chin.
Daddy yelled as the fire followed that line of oil up his chin, followedthe circle of oil Mommy had so artfully traced around his mouth, sought outthe oily trail that outlined Daddy's nose, the remnants of oil Mommy hadsquirted up his nostrils. Mother was laughing, encouraging her dear husbandto be strong, to resist, to fight for life. So she could enjoy his sufferinga bit more, so he wouldn't spoil her special kind of cruel fun. I doubt
Dad could hear her.
Daddy screamed. It was louder than any sound he'd made in the last threehours I'd watched Mommy play her wicked games with him. The fire didn'tcare about screams. The fire ignored the thrashing and jerking and buckingthat seemed to possess Dad's body. The fire just burned my Daddy so Mommycould enjoy his torture. The flames reached his eyes, at first racing overthe eye lids, lighting up his brows. When he opened his eyes, when he reactedto this new level of pain the way Mommy knew he would, when he opened his eyesbecause of this almost killing pain, the fire found the oil that covered hiseye balls. Daddy's eyes were on fire, he looked like a demon as flames shotup from eyes that would soon be empty sockets.
Mommy was laughing, her head thrown back, a wild look in her own eyesas she pumped her hips, rode Dad like she was a demon herself. I'd neverseen her like this, in a world all her own. The flickering light from thefire burning my Dad slowly to death bathed my Mommy's skin in a wonderful,golded glow. She looked absolutely gorgeous like this, so sensuous, so wild,so full of joy.
Daddy screamed. Just as the fire caught at his hair. It spread quickly, inan eye blink his whole head was ablaze. Flames covered his face, spurted up fromhis eyes, enveloped his head as the oil Mommy had so carefully applied to hishair burned and burned and burned. Tiny drops of burning oil flew from hishair each time he flung his head back and forth in agony. The ball of fireatop Daddy's ravaged body lit up the room, the light dancing across Mommyas she rode her husband's body, fucked him as he died.
Mommy was in heaven, her head still thrown back, her eyes slits as she fought to keep from coming, tried to make the incredible pleasure last as longas she could. Her hips were pumping so fast against Dad's ruined body I wasamazed she could stay on him. But she did, she was able to ride every toss, everyjerk, every spasm of her husband's flame engulfed head, she got off on theflames that consumed my Dad, she let his pain and agony feed her own internalfires, the sexual, sadistic and cruel needs that drove her to play with menthe way she did.
Daddy screamed. Loud enough this time to be heard outside. It took the lastof his energy, the last of his vitality, his strength, his life left hisbody with that scream.
Mommy was ready. Her scream overpowered Daddy's. As the last convulsiontraveled through Daddy's body Mommy came. And screamed in ecstasy, laughed,moaned, continued to hump Daddy's inert form. For minutes, for what seemedlike forever my Mommy enjoyed herself like I'd never seen before. She wasin another place. She was in an orgasmic frenzy. And she was so gorgeous, radiant,glowing as much from the internal heat and passion and pleasure that washed overher as from the fire that still ate at Daddy. I loved my Mommy. My only thoughtseeing Mommy so excited, so aroused was she deserved to feel like this, she deservedto have this much fun.
I kept still during all this. Mommy had trained me to behave when she washaving fun with somebody else. I stayed still and quiet and waited for her tofinish her very special fun.
She finally came back to the everyday world, to me. She'd left the paradiseshe been privileged to visit but the joy and satisfaction and pleasurewere still evident in the way she smiled, the way she sighed, the way shegiggled. She took ten minutes to enjoy the feeling, to savor the amazingdelight of taking a man's life, so close and personal. Her body continued toshake from continuous orgasms as she enjoyed the last few moments of snuffing Daddy.
"Well, that was fun. I'll have to do that again sometime. Maybe sometimereal soon. Would you like to take Daddy's place next time honey, make Mommyhappy again?"
She looked at me, a cruel smile spreading across her lips. I met hergaze, kept quiet, didn't know if I was petrified that she'd do that to me oreager to have her do to me exactly what she'd just done to Daddy. Mommywas always hard to resist when she'd just satisfied her sadistic side. AndI'd never seen her satisfy her cruel streak so deeply before. I wouldhave done anything she asked right then. I'd have hopped up on the bench andhelped her tie me down. So she could torture me. And burn me. And fuck me.And kill me. Like she did Daddy. I loved my Mommy so much.
"What's my little boy thinking? Tell Mommy. What's the matter sweetheart, catgot your tongue."
I couldn't say it, I couldn’t tell her what I was thinking. I don't understand why, butI wasn't ready yet. It didn't matter. Mommy had other things on her mind, shehad to get things in here cleaned up, she had to arrange things so Daddy's deathcould be explained as an accident. And I would help. I didn't want anything badto happen to Mommy.
"Don't worry sweetie. Mommy's going to ride her little boy like that someday. Maybe someday real soon. But only after she's had all the fun she canwith her precious little boy. I hope my little Tommy is looking forward today that as much as Mommy is."
Things had to happen fairly quick after that. She had me untie Daddy, or whatwas left of him. We pulled his overalls up, stuffed the nitro spray can inhis breast pocket, rolled him off the bench and onto a creeper, the littlewheeled platform Daddy used to scoot under cars when he worked on them.He was still breathing; I could see his chest barely move in and out. I doubthe could see me; his eyes were empty burned out sockets. Mommy inspected Dadas I positioned him on the creeper. She seemed really satisfied with herself.
Mommy had me roll Daddy over to the Ford Mustang that was up on jacks. AfterI shoved him under Mom got down on the floor, grabbed a wrench and reached in towork on something under the car. When she was done a small stream of gasoline was drippingdown on Daddy's overalls. She wasn't satisfied with the volume, mutteredthat it would take too long. She reached under again, banged a few more times.The gas spurted out stronger. Mommy seemed happier.
She had me move Daddy in and out some so the gas could get all over him, so itsoaked into his coveralls real good. Then she had me fetch the torch, the one he usedfor welding. I hooked it up to the tanks just like she told me too.
Mom stood by me as we waited for a pool of gas to form around the car Daddy'sbody was lying under. She played with my cock some. In spite, or maybe becauseof all I'd just seen, I was hard. Really hard. Mommy noticed. She stroked mewhile we watched the gas leak out from under the car, she played with me andwhispered to me and helped me climb the hill that always lead to my orgasms.
"You're Mommy's good little boy aren't you. Mommy's favorite little toy.Did you like watching Mommy play with Daddy like that? Is that why you're sohard? Does it make you horny when she plays like that?"
I still couldn't answer. Shame, desire, fear, excitement, confusion,longing. All these things were swimming around in my head. And the last imageof Mommy, riding Dad like that, seeing the fire blazing around his face andeyes and head while Mommy laughed and pumped her hips and rode Daddy to death
as she climaxed. Mommy smiled at me, fondled my cock, stroked it the way sheknew I couldn't resist.
"Does my little boy want Mommy to play with him like that. Is my baby readyto give up his life for Mommy? Does Tommy love his Mommy that much?"
Suddenly it all came out, the way Mom looked when she was playing sadisticgames, the sound of her laugh when she hurt one of her boys, the smell ofher cigarette smoke just before she burned my cock. It was too much, toopowerful, too seductive. My shame and fear and doubt melted away.
"Yes Mommy, oh yes Mommy. I love you Mommy. I'll do anything for you. I wantyou to have more fun playing with me that you did with Daddy. Hurt me likeyou did Daddy. Please Mommy. Kill me too Mommy. I'm ready now Mommy. Please,Mommy. I'm ready."
"I know you are hon. You're Mommy's best little boy. And Mommy promises she'llplay with you like she just did with Daddy. And you'll be much more fun forMommy, won't you sweetheart. Because Mommy will try to make her games lastfor days with her Tommy."
I came. Shot my wad. My hips moved on their own, bucked back and forth. Itwas wonderful. Mom had picked up a rag at some point, wrapped it around mycock while I was in heaven feeling her hand on my dick. It caught all my cum.Mommy squeezed the rag around my dick, wiped off stray globs of cum.
"Mommy's going to burn her boy. But not today hon. For now I'm just going toset fire to your cum for you. But I'll set you on fire soon sweetheart, Mommywill take care of her boy soon."
"Yes Mommy. Thank you Mommy. I'll be good for you Mommy. I'll be your bestlittle boy, you best toy."
"I know dear. Now let's finish up here. It will be dark in an hour and Iwant the fire to burn at least that long before the fire truck and policeget here."
When I was hard, when I was coming I couldn't refuse my Mommy anything. Sheknew that. She used it to train me, to mold me into the kind of boy she wanted,the kind of boy she could use for herself. I knew I'd remember this day forever,that I'd dream about it and one day in my dreams it would be me on on thetable, me Mommy set on fire. And I knew I'd be happy when I had that dream,knew I'd wake with a wet spot on my bed. But that would be weeks from now.Mommy still had work for me to do here.
She pulled Daddy's arm out from under the car so his hand was near thespreading puddle of gas. Mommy stood next to one of the jacks and kicked it.It took three tries before the jack gave way and the car crashed down onDaddy's inert body. Mom leaned against the car and pushed on it, rocked it backand forth until the Mustang slipped off the other jack too. She leanedunder the car and laughed this sultry sexy laugh at what see saw. Dad's legs twitched when the carfell. His feet were still twitching. Daddy was still alive. That made Mommy happy for some reason.
"Oh goody. Richard's still with us Tommy, Daddy's not dead yet. I can stilltorture him some more before I kill him. What a lovely surprise. It’s a specialtreat for Mommy."
She went to the other side of the car where there wasn't any gasoline oroil on the floor. Getting on her knees she reached under and did something toDaddy. I didn't see what. But it made Mommy happy. She laughed and laughed and laughed. Daddy's legs jerk around the whole time Mommy was on that side of the car playing with him. She played whatever cruel game she was playing for a good ten minutes. Daddy’s body kept jerking and his legs twitched and his hands clenched and unclenches the whole time. Mommy moaned real loud. So did Daddy. Mommy’s moan sounded like she was having an orgasm. Daddy’s sounded like he was dying. And then I guess he did because he didn't move anymore. Mommy made the sound she makes when she’s reaching her sexual climax the whole time.
Mommy was laughing when she stood back up and kissed me hard, deep.She pulled her pants down and pushed my head between her legs. I knew what to do. I licked Mommy and stuck my tongue inside her pussy. She was already soaking wet down there. Wet and hot and quivering. Mommy got wetter as her little boy licked her swollen cunt lips. She held my head real tight against her pussy when the spasms started shaking her body. Mommy was having an orgasm. I knew. I’d been through hundreds with her. She made thses growling sounds the whole time and when I finally felt her body relax I stopped licking her so hard and gently kissed her still trembling pussy. Mommy sighed, looked over at the car and at Daddy’s inert body underneath. She pulled me up and took me up to the house without a word. We hide the stuff she used in the shedwhen she tortured Daddy in an old dry well that was way back in the woods onthe edge of our yard. After we took quick showers and changed clothes Mommytook me back to the shed.
She told me what to do next. She stayed by the door to watch. This lastpart was tricky If I didn't time it just right the whole puddle ofgas might ignite and set me on fire too before I could get out of the shed. Itwas best for Mom to be by the door where she was safe and out of harm's way. We both knew itdidn't matter if I was safe.
I lit the welding torch with Dad's spark lighter, the kind with the exposedflint in a little cup. Then I adjusted the flame the way Daddy had shown mewhen he was teaching me to work on cars. When the flame was just right I setthe torch down on the floor near Daddy's dead hand. I angled it so the flamewas just a couple inches from the gasoline puddle on the floor. Mommy told meto add some gas to the puddle by knocking over the gas can she'd left besidethe car. There was about a gallon left in the can. I knocked it over and ranto the door to be with Mommy as fast as I could.
We only had to wait a few seconds for the extra gas to reach the torch.There was a 'whooshing' sound as the gas ignited all over all at once. Once theinitial fire ball cooked off and the gas was burning steadily I could see underthe car. Flames danced all over Daddy's body, the gas that had soakedinto his clothes making the fire's job easy. I thought I heard a faint screamfrom under the car but I couldn't be sure.
Mommy chuckled. She was ecstatic and she'd never looked better. The glow ofthe fire made her red hair look so pretty. And her green eyes flashed as shelaughed and said goodbye to Dad. She pulled me out the door so we could go backto the house. You could just see the flames through the shed windows when wegot to the back porch.
"We have some time before we have to call 911 Tommy. Bring Mommy hercigarettes dear. I feel like burning something. Now pull down those pantssweetie. Let Mommy look at her toy. Did you keep it hard for me honey."
I was hard again. Mommy lit her cigarette, got it hot, pressed it to my cock.This time she touched the burning coal to my pee hole. It hurt so much. Mommylaughed, took a drag to get her cigarette hot again and burned me on the same spot.I flinched and moaned like a wounded animal. Mommy slapped me hard then burned mycock head. She got carried away playing with me and smoked two more cigarettes.By the time she remembered to call 911 the shed was almost all burned down. And Ihad two dozen new marks on my cock and balls.
The cops said it was an accident. Mommy and I know better. Mom called Doctor Lisbethright after we called 911. She came over. And explained to the police how she was Dad'sdoctor and how he had a heart problem and it was perfectly reasonable to think he'dhad a heart attack. Ms. Lisbeth had been in Med school with the medical examiner. Iheard her tell Mom the autopsy wouldn't be a problem. She knew a secret about the manwho'd be doing Daddy’s procedure and she'd make sure he ruled it a heart attack.
After the firemen and the cops left and the coroner's wagon drove off with Dad's blackened body Momand me and Ms. Lisbeth were alone. Mommy took me and Ms. Lisbeth to bed. Mommy told ustorturing Daddy to death like that was the most fun she'd ever had with a man. And shepromised she'd do the same thing to me one day. She was stroking my cock when she toldme that so I was hard. Mom was kissing Ms. Lisbeth. Ms. Lisbeth had her hand betweenMommy's legs and Mommy was squirming and giggling and totally enjoying herself. She wassmiling and laughing at me. I love my Mommy's smile. I love my Mommy's laugh. When I'mhard and Mommy's laughing there's nothing I wouldn't do for her.
Mommy squeezed her hand real tight around my hard dick and whispered to me thatwhen she snuffed me she'd set my cock on fire first. Even though my cock hurt from allthe fresh burns Mommy had put on it that day I shot off so violently cum spewed all the waydown past my knees. Mommy laughed and lit a cigarette. Then she lit a secondone and handed it to doctor Lisbeth. So they could burn their little boy some more.
That all happened two weeks ago. We had a funeral for Daddy. My little brother Billy wasthere. Mom gave him something before we left. It was little pink pills. Billy was dull and quiet and slow at the funeral.All Mommy's family and friends were there. They're all women. They were all dressed inblack and they're all beautiful even at funerals. Grandma Hastings was there and greatGrandma Decker and Mom's Aunt Becky and her friends Ms. Tricia and Ms. Kim and Ms. Lauren.Only a few of Dad's friends showed up. Mom got the notice in the newspaper too late. Daddoesn't have any family close by anymore except me and Billy so nobody from Dad's sidecame to his funeral.
There wasn't enough left of Dad to put in a casket. Mom had his crispy black remainscremated anyway. She said it was smart to do in case some overzealous cop got it in hishead to investigate Daddy's death some more. Why make it easier to prove he was murdered inthe most appallingly brutal way imaginable when you could just turn the evidence into ash.Yesterday they delivered a shoe box sized metal urn with what's left of Daddy. So itlooks like Mommy got away with snuffing Daddy. A couple of the neighbors have been by tosay how sorry they are to hear about her loss. Mommy does a good job of pretending to besad.
After the service we all came back to our house. Mom and her family and friends allcelebrated. They had a real good time partying. Ms. Lauren and Ms. Kim brought three guyswith them. Mom's Aunt Becky brought a guy too. So there were seven women and six guys if youcount me and Billy. Once we were home Ms. Tricia made all the guys strip so we were allnaked. I knew then what kind of men the other four guys were. They were like me and Billy:slaves, playthings, sluts for wicked women to use and abuse in whatever way they wanted.
Dad's 'wake' lasted two days. All the women had lots of fun. None of us guys did. Mom and the other women tortured us for two whole days. I had dozens of new burns and scars on my body. Billy got it a lot worse than I did. And one ofthe men Ms. Kim brought didn't make it. She said it was OK though. She said he was a nobody, just another expendable boy who wouldn’t be missed. Ms. Kim knows lots of boys like that.
It's been two weeks since Mom snuffed Dad and made me help. Mom's getting restless.I can tell by how she uses me. Like this morning. She used me as her toilet.She's been doing that more lately. If she pees I have to drink it. I put my headbetween her legs and she clamps my face so my mouth is tight against her pee hole andthen she pisses in my mouth. And I swallow all of it. If she needs to take a dump thenshe sits on my face and I wrap my lips around her poop chute and she does it. She doesn'tmake me swallow all of it. At least not usually. I can keep it in my mouth till she'sdone then spit it out in a real toilet. When she's done taking her crap in my mouth I lickher butt clean and then I can go and throw up any of her shit still in my mouth. In a realtoilet.
After she used me as her toilet and I'd cleaned out my mouth real good in the actual toilet Mommy came into the bathroom. She had the urn with Dad's ashes. She unscrewed the top anddumped Daddy's ashes in the toilet. Then she made me look. The grey ash was floatingin there with all the chunks of Mommy's poo that'd I'd spit out of my mouth. She pushedmy head down so my nose was in the water then she flushed. I watched the water swirlaround and Mom told me to say goodbye to Daddy.
What little remained of my Dad floated on top of Mommy's shit before the toilet watersucked it all down into the sewer. Mom laughed when it was over and said her only regretwas she didn't get to spend enough time torturing Dad at the end. But she promised she'dmake up for it when she snuffed me.
Then she took me back to her bed and spanked me. Hard. She does it most every morningsnow that I'm her full time slut and Daddy's gone. She took me out of school the day aftershe snuffed my Dad. She's keeping me home for the rest of the term. She told the school that I was in shock about my Dad’s death. She told my teachers I really took it really hard and wasn’t ready to go back. Mom telsl me I'll probablynever go back to a real school again. Mommy's going to keep me here and home school me with my brother Billy. She says she can teach me everything I need to know now that my only purpose in life is to serve and please her.
After she spanked me till I was sobbing she told me to get in bed with her. Shelit a cigarette and caressed my chest with the hot tip of the Virginia Slim whileI jerked off for her. She talked about how much she enjoyed Dad's last few hours whileshe played with me. She seemed to get a thrill from remembering how Daddy screamed andjerked and fought and died. After she'd used two cigarettes on me and made me describehow I remembered Dad's last couple of hours she started teasing me about how she was goingto do the same thing to me some day.
I came when Mommy told me she's going to set me on fire just like she did Daddy.I didn't want to climax like that. But I couldn't help it. Mommy's conditioned me so thethought of her torturing me and snuffing me is more erotic and arousing than anythingelse I can imagine. I hope she does kill me like she did Daddy. I hope she gets to spendlonger torturing me too. I told her that. She smiled at me and kissed me. So I told herI hoped she'd spend a really, really long time torturing me. I know how much she likeshurting boys. I want Mommy to have more fun snuffing me than she's ever had with a man.
And I hope her beautiful smiling face is the last thing I see when she does itand she sets fire to me and I'm finally burning all over and I’m going insane with the pain. I think dying a horribleand painful death for my Mommy would be a privilege for a boy like me. How could Ithink anything else. She's been teaching me to think like that for almost three years now. I don't know any other way to please Mommy. So I'll do whatever she wants me to.Because I belong to her.Because I love her so much.I have the best Mommy in the world. I love my Mommy more thanI love life itself.
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