*** Continued from Chapter 2
*Main characters:
Cathryn: Mom, 47, ER doctor
Caitlyn: Daughter, 19, porn actress
Carter: Son, 18, student
Kaho Ling: No relation, 19, Asian porn actress
My mom, a medical doctor, is an excruciatingly analytical person. She originally wanted to be a mathematician, and still dabbles in it late at night as opposed to watching TV. In fact, she never turns on the TV. Her father, a psychiatrist, was a very domineering presence in her life, so she followed his dreams and now heads up the emergency room department at a large hospital.
She obsessively analyzes the subjects that are important to her, such as medicine and hospital administration. And she has theories on everything. One of those things is incest. Of which she knows quite a bit.
You see, her father was also her lover, until he died eight years ago. They maintained a very passionate incestuous relationship for 21 years, done with the tacit approval of my grandmother.
My mom believes that incestuous relationships are perfectly acceptable, and even preferable, as long as certain conditions are met. One of those conditions is that they are consensual. Another is that they don’t produce offspring. She believes that close relatives make for more satisfying lifetime friendships, and that incest strengthens familial bonds.
She also told me that I am the closest friend she’s ever had. Right after we had sex.
Last night, in my arms, she told me that half the population is genetically programmed for incest. It’s sort of like sexual preference. According to her, we all have an “incestual preference”, and it varies from person to person. It’s how nature made us. It’s how humans survived in small and isolated populations.
We discussed her theories briefly after our second sexual encounter, but since it was getting late, we never finished the discussion. She went to her own bed and went to sleep.
But it was the next morning, just after ten, when I finally fell out of bed, went downstairs to the kitchen, and immediately attacked the banana nut muffins mom set out before she went to work. With another one of her daily notes: “Carter, the trash goes out today. Love, Mom.”
Morning is my usual time for regret, and I was certainly dealing with it today. At some point in the not-too-distant future, I hopefully will be able to fuck other girls. Since I only have one mom, I don’t want to sacrifice that sacred relationship at the altar of my fucking cock.
Having sex with her last night has cast our future into the wind. There’s a lot to think about in an incestuous affair. They are complicated. And as I was deep in my thoughts at the breakfast table sipping coffee and picking at a muffin, my phone buzzed.
“Hi mom, how is your day?”
“No problems so far, Carter. How are you feeling?”
“I’m fine.”
This was our usual phone chat in the morning where she would give me a list of things to do. And there was no hint that we had amazingly passionate sex last night.
I thought she was crazy when she said my bed was the only place where we could be lovers. But now I realize how smart that is. It segregates our legacy relationship as mother and son from our new affiliation for very passionate and kinky sex.
But I wondered why we could only do it in my bed? Why was her bed off limits? Perhaps if it was open for sex, I could just walk in her room anytime, slip into bed, and she’d be expected to have sex with me, even if she didn’t want to. My bed gives her complete control over our sex life.
“Carter, we need to talk about last night.”
“Again? Look, mom, I understand the rules.”
“No, I just wanted to tell you that when you orgasm, you should always pull out if you are not using a condom.”
“I thought you wanted me to. You even told me to do it.”
“It doesn’t matter what I say. I’m not in control of what I say in those moments. And I’m still menstruating.”
“Okay, I didn’t know.” This was a hell of a time to tell me.
“I don’t mean to harp on this, but you should always pull out. It’s good practice when you start dating.”
“Okay.”
“And one more thing, please don’t try unplanned anal sex again. I have to prepare in advance.”
Last night, I put the crown of my cock to her anus, but she politely rejected it.
“Sorry about that, mom. It was an accident.”
“Carter, the rectum is not built for spontaneous sex, especially the female rectum.”
“Why is that different?”
“It requires very deep penetration in order to stimulate the cervix. The man’s prostate requires very shallow penetration. Females require more preparation.”
“Oh. Okay. Got it.” My mom, the ER doctor, knows a lot about anal sex, and with good reason. She has removed dozens of strange objects from inside people’s rectums.
“Also Carter, I have a big white box on the top shelf in my closet. Can you get it down? You’ll probably need the little ladder. Just leave the box on my bed.”
“Sure. What do you need it for?”
“The enema kit.”
Did I hear my mom marmaris escort right? “Wait. What?”
“You heard me, Carter. Anyway, my break is over, see you tonight. Love you.”
“Love you too.”
Lately, I’ve been having very interesting conversations with my mom. We just had another talk about anal sex. Thankfully I was alone and didn’t feel the need to crawl under the furniture like I usually do.
Instead of getting her usual to-do list for the day, I now have to find a box of sex toys she keeps on the top shelf in her closet. So I finished my muffin, gulped my coffee, and went upstairs to her bedroom.
My mom’s closet is the size of a bedroom. She has a very nice set of built-in cabinets with locks. I’ve always wondered what was in there, but so far, I’ve been afraid to ask. If she’s keeping a box of sex toys within a ladder’s reach of her son, then it’s something worse than sex toys.
I set up the small ladder, stepped to the top, and easily snatched the white box that was heavier than it looked. Box in hand, I stepped down to the floor, and before I was able to turn out the closet light, my exiled sister was standing in mom’s doorway with her copyrighted gaze of harsh judgment.
“Hey,” said my sister, “what the fuck are you doing?”
“Nothing.” I pretended that carrying mom’s box of sex toys was the most normal thing in the world. After all, my sister couldn’t possibly know what was in here.
“Those are mom’s sex toys, pervert,” she said. “You sniffing them again?”
“You’re not supposed to be here. Mom kicked you out. Why don’t you go back to your hotel?”
You’ve heard of inferiority complexes? Well, Caitlyn, my nineteen-year-old sister, has a superiority complex. For some reason, psychologists don’t talk much about those. But they should. Because they are nightmares to the people around them.
Caitlyn is the most selfish and insufferable person I’ve ever known. And I know how she got that way. You see, Caitlyn is one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen.
She quickly realized that men will tolerate extreme psychological abuse and financial hardship if there is even the slightest chance they can get in her pussy.
She’s slutty gorgeous, which is about ten times better than regular gorgeous. She’s five feet six, 110 pounds, with dyed blond hair, a perfectly symmetrical French face, shiny youthful skin, piercing green eyes, high cheekbones, and a small nose. She sports a half dozen piercings and about ten tats, mostly on her erogenous zones.
And she just made her debut in her first porn movie, which she shot at our house. It’s why my mom kicked her out. It was the last straw in a very tumultuous lifelong relationship, and she now lives in a hotel about a mile away.
“Why are you playing with mom’s sex toys?” she asked.
“These are sex toys?” I’ll try to play dumb. After all, she is as dumb as a wall when it comes to school. Unfortunately, she’s got a lot of street in her.
“Yeah, tell me about it, freak. You do know that she sticks those things up her ass, don’t you?”
“She does?” I said as innocently as I could, hoping my sister would buy in.
But nope. She lewdly smirked, ripped the box from my hands, and stepped over to mom’s bed, setting it down. She opened the lid.
“Come here, pervert, let me show you mom’s secret life.”
I gulped, then stood next to my sister. There were about two dozen sexual aids in the box. Butt plugs of three different sizes, an enema kit, two strings of black anal beads. One stacked 5-ball vibe, an inflatable black dildo, several tubes of anal lube, a strap on harness with three penis-like attachments. And several items I couldn’t ID, as they looked medieval.
“What’s that?” I asked, pointing to something that looked like a traffic cone, except it was all black.
“It’s an anal cone, idiot,” snapped Caitlyn. “You should know that. It’s for her ass. Mom was using it so you could get your head further up her asshole than usual.”
“Very funny.”
“I bet you didn’t know that mom is a freak.”
I had very good reasons to believe so, but I wasn’t going to tell my sister that. “I had no idea.”
“Well, this is what I came here for,” said Caitlyn, who pulled out the enema kit. It was in a medical bag that contained a plastic bottle, a tube, a long nozzle, and what appeared to be a hand pump. “Do you know how to use this?”
“No. You’ve never had an enema before?” I asked.
“No. How does this thing work?”
“Why do you need to know?”
“Because I have a shoot this afternoon at two. It’s a double penetration. They told me to do an enema before I get there. Can you help? I have no idea how to work this thing.”
Help her do what? Give her an enema? I wouldn’t even give myself one. “How much are they paying you?”
“Two thousand, and I really need the money. Otherwise, I’ll have to borrow it from you.”
“Okay, well, let me see.” We took the bag into mom’s master bathroom, set the parts on the countertop next to the sink, and quickly assembled the device, marmaris escort bayan which looks something like a small garden weed dispenser. I filled the bottle with water, attached the long nozzle, then began pumping. The water shot out the end of the nozzle.
“There you go. Just put this end in your big fat ass and pump the bottle.”
“Okay, I’ll give it a try. So why don’t you get lost now?” said Caitlyn, in lieu of a “thank you”. “Just stay in mom’s room in case I need you.”
“Need me? For what?”
“If I can’t get it to work. Just go into mom’s room and sniff her panties like you usually do.” Caitlyn shut the bathroom door.
When Caitlyn loses her looks, someone will definitely kill her. And I’m not sure I’m going to press charges.
Deflated and a bit uneasy knowing that my sister was giving herself an enema in the next room, I went to the master retreat and sat on the couch like an expectant father waiting for his new baby to arrive. I hope it’s a girl.
About two minutes later, I heard a crash in the bathroom.
“Fuck!” yelled Caitlyn.
I didn’t bother to inquire about what happened. She’s a klutz, and there was a good chance the nozzle was up her ass now. I wasn’t walking in on that.
Two minutes later, Caitlyn opened the door, sans clothes, and complained.
“It doesn’t work,” she said.
Nudity is Caitlyn’s preferred state. She’s never covered up around me. She routinely does nude yoga in the bonus room and gets herself into positions that can only be described as “gaped”.
And when you walk in on your sister and see a pink streak, it sticks with you.
I did a quick reconnaissance of her pornstar body, highlighted with several tats, nipple studs, and a belly piercing. Then addressed the problem at hand.
“What doesn’t work?”
“The water doesn’t come out.”
Shit. She’s such an idiot. I walked into the bathroom. Caitlyn set a thick yoga mat down on the tile floor next to the bidet. The bottle was sitting on the mat, and the nozzle had apparently just been up her ass, so I wasn’t going to touch it, although most guys I know would probably worship it.
I knelt down on the floor, pumped the hand pump, and immediately saw the problem. “Did you drop this?”
“Yes.”
“You broke the hose connector. It’s leaking air.” I fiddled with it, and sure enough, if I held the connector in place with one hand, and pumped with the other, I could get it to work. But it wasn’t easy.
“Okay, Caitlyn, try to hold this together while you pump.”
“Carter, can you just do it? It’s hard enough to use already and the hose is too fucking short.”
I froze. Solid. My sister wants me to give her an enema? I don’t want to give her an enema. Why do I deserve this? Which God did I mock? I want his name.
“No way.”
“Come on, if I show up without an enema, I won’t get paid. This will ruin my career. Those porn guys all talk to each other. Come on, you’ve seen my ass a million times. Just fill me up and then you can leave. What is the big fucking deal?”
I took a deep breath and considered my options, one of which was loaning Caitlyn more money which I would never see again. So, I guess I could fill her up. After all, how much more difficult could it be than filling up the stinky fish tank?
“Fuck. Okay. Get on the floor, Caitlyn. Let’s get this over with.”
She got down on all fours. And I have to admit, she looks great that way. I finally got a close look at her new tattoo. It was on her upper left buttocks. It was two eagle feathers adorned with the words “forever always” written in cursive.
“What does ‘forever always’ mean?” I asked.
“Who the fuck knows? Just hurry up.” My sister has four tats in cursive, and so far, she doesn’t know what any of them mean.
I picked up the nozzle, admired the curvaceous Greek sculpture that was Caitlyn’s body, and located her anus. Her knees were wide apart, opening her backside up so that her perfect little asshole was giving me the eye. It’s a little flirt.
Caitlyn has a very prominent labia majora which extrudes up into her perineum further than I’ve ever seen in a woman, and I’ve watched 50,000 hours of porn. And she’s also exposing a considerable quantity of pink, as her labia minora are unusually small.
So this wasn’t all bad. In fact, if she wasn’t my sister, I would pay to give her an enema.
But now, it’s go time. I picked up the ten-inch nozzle, placed the rounded white plastic tip to her anus, and slid it in gently.
“Not so fast.”
“Does that hurt?”
“Yes.”
“Have you ever done anal before?”
“I tried. It hurts too bad.”
“Then how are you going to do this movie?”
“I need the fucking money.”
Meeting substantial resistance, I managed to slide the nozzle in about five inches, held the connector in place, then started to pump. And the water flowed inside her. I watched her reaction, which didn’t seem negative at all. In fact, it seemed to calm her down.
“Okay?” I asked.
“Fine. Keep pumping.”
I escort marmaris drained the bottle into her. “Do you want me to refill it now?”
“Yes.”
“Do you need to shit?”
“No.”
That was a relief. I went to the sink to refill the bottle without realizing that my sister had turned her attention to a certain part of my anatomy.
“You got a hard on, dweeb.”
“No, I don’t.”
Yes, I did. These fucking gym shorts. The worst things ever invented to conceal a hard cock. Might as well have a fucking neon sign on it. I finished the refill and debated about trying to hide my erection.
But fuck it, I’ve been pumping her asshole full of water. Who cares at this point? I stepped toward her, my hard cock doing its pendulum swing inside my shorts.
“You do,” she said. “Fucking perv.”
“I didn’t ask to do this.”
“But you’re doing such a good job. I’m going to promote you to my chief asshole assistant. That’s higher than your current position as mom’s assistant asshole licker.”
I laughed. Caitlyn, for all her faults, has a very sarcastic sense of humor, which is mostly directed at me.
“You need a whole team, because you’re ninety-nine percent asshole.”
I got down on my knees, once again eye to eye with my sister’s anus, and slid in the nozzle. And pumped.
“This kinda feels good,” she said. “Maybe you should give it a try. That way your gay friends can fuck you without getting shit on their cocks again.”
One thing I’ve learned about my sister, the longer I am around her, the more she insults me. In fact, it takes her about ten minutes before she really tees off on me, although her edge seems to be off now.
Looks like the enema works on her just like her Prozac. But I couldn’t help but be aroused by the same scene that I get while watching Japanese enema movies, without the pixelation.
“You’re just jealous because I actually have friends,” I retorted. “Okay, done. Do you want a refill?”
“No, I’m full,” she said, seemingly in pain with the large volume of liquid I just pumped into her. She held her face down on the mat and her ass up in the air, using gravity in the way Isaac Newton originally intended.
“Okay, don’t shit until I get outta here. In fact, give me some time to book a flight.”
She lifted her face off the mat, then turned her head back to look at me.
“Hey, get a condom and some of that anal lube and come back in ten minutes.”
“And do what?”
“I can’t keep a cock in my ass to save my life. I need your help.”
“Help you? You mean….” I couldn’t even spit it out as there was too much adrenaline rushing through my body.
“Come on, it’s your big chance, dweeb. There are condoms in my nightstand. Come back in ten minutes.”
* * *
Exactly ten minutes later, I softly knocked on the master bathroom door.
“Come on in!” she shouted.
When I entered, she was still in the shower, so I nervously sat on the edge of the oversized jacuzzi tub accompanied by a single condom in one hand and a tube of anal lube in the other. She turned off the shower, opened the door, and picked up a towel.
“Okay, you gotta go real easy on me, dweeb,” she said. “Your dick hard?”
“Yes.”
“When isn’t your dick hard?”
“I don’t know.”
Caitlyn dropped her towel, then stepped over to the mat. “Take off your clothes.”
I stood, peeled off my t-shirt, and slid my gym shorts off. And it popped out. It was a solid seven inches, cut, and already leaking seminal fluid. And now I had to take five nervous steps to meet my sister on the yoga mat.
She studied it as I braced for her predictable insult.
“Hey, I was expecting a vagina,” she said. “Put the condom on.”
I’ve never put a condom on. But I didn’t want to screw up in front of my sister. She was standing within arm’s length, still analytically fixated on my cock.
I had never even opened a package. But that was the easy part. I got it open and didn’t want to look like I didn’t know what I was doing. She’d never let me live it down. So I proceeded to roll it on, but it wouldn’t roll.
“It goes on the other way, stupid,” she said. “Wasn’t your GPA supposedly 4.4?”
“Whoops.” I turned it over, and it slid right on.
“Put the lube on it,” she insisted.
She’d make an excellent dominatrix. Even though she was standing within an arm’s reach, so far, she hasn’t placed a finger on me. I unscrewed the tube and squeezed the anal lube along my condom-covered cock like it was a toothbrush. Then rubbed it all around until my cock was basted like a Thanksgiving turkey.
She finally touched me as she snatched the anal lube from my hand. Then she squeezed some on her index finger, reached around her backside, slid her finger into her crack, and rubbed it into her anus.
I looked on in wonder. This is going to happen. And I thought she was just setting me up for a really good practical joke.
“Okay, go very slow,” she said. She got down on the mat, set up on all fours, and there it was. Looking directly at me. Her anus. All lubed and ready to go.
I knelt behind her, put my left hand on her eagle feather tattoo, and her skin was as silky smooth and moist as it looked. My throbbing cock was just inches from her anus, and I cautiously guided it to the entrance. And felt it. My sister’s lubed anus. It was unusually small. Looks like she’s never shit in her life.