*Author's note: This story is of non-consentual incest. It has been following an abusive cousin dominating and using his smaller male cousin. It is same-sex, non-con, and incest. This chapter takes ALL of that a step further. If that's not what you're into, just don't read it.*
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Summer crept by. Its crazy how you can accept becoming someone's sex toy. By day, I kept up a normal routine. Go tutor some students. Get ready to leave for school in the fall with a guidance counselor. School shopping with my Mom. Picking out clothes and dorm room supplies. All the while, in the back of my mind, thinking about what was going on with my cousin.
Ian had continued to fuck me or use my body for his pleasure on a daily basis. Satiating his morning wood on me or in me. Nighttime was for more lengthy sessions. We were experimenting with new positions. Ian had discovered bondage and was now tying me into various positions that made me humiliatingly open and easy to screw. One of his favorite things to do was to tie me up and leave me there for a few hours. Limbs twisted uncomfortably, ropes digging into my flesh. He would come back and see me obediently waiting for him to release me. His cock would be raging when he walked in. He would use me and then reward me with an intense orgasm. Once he left me tied up to the shower rod, naked and wet after screwing in the shower. He released me only when my parents came home. I had marks from the ropes on my wrists as I helped put groceries away.
I also was learning how to be a good cock sucker. Taking another man's dick into my mouth and swallowing his cum was weird at first. But, just like I had accepted that Ian was going to fuck my asshole, I made myself get over him fucking my mouth, and focused on learning how to pleasure him. I had learned that, the better he got off, the better reward I was going to receive. If I disappointed him, it meant punishment. When I gagged on his cock, or on his cum, he would throw me over his knee and spank me till my ass burned red. Then he would fuck me roughly and, worst of all, not allow me to cum. I would spend the next few hours with my ass burning, and my balls throbbing.
Then came the day everything changed. Again. We were having our morning quickie. Sitting on the corner of my bed, riding my cousin's cock. Facing away from him, bouncing on his length inside of me, my erection bouncing with every stroke. And then the door opened. I froze on Ian's lap, his cock buried in me. There in the doorway, a basket of laundry on her hip, stood my mother. She simply stared at her bitch of a son, impaled on his cousin's shaft. We stared back at her for a moment that seemed to go on forever. Then Ian exploded. He shoved me off of him and threw me to the floor, where I landed and knelt, unsure of what to do. He jumped up and grabbed my mother, throwing her onto the bed and pinning her down beneath him. His boner was pressed against her thigh and I stared at the way her body was helplessly trapped. If Ian was bigger than me, he was huge compared to her.
Realization came to my mother's face and she stammered her protests against Ian's chest. He laughed and responded by crushing her mouth with his. Forcing her lips open and shoving his tongue into her. I saw the way her flesh yielded to his and had the impression that this was the worst violation I had experienced with Ian yet. He had never kissed my mouth, and suddenly, I was so glad. She brought her hands up and started slapping at his arms, his face. He pulled away, sneering. "Oh, Auntie. You're gonna get it now" he snarled. Roughly, he grabbed her wrists and yanked them above her head. Without taking his weight off of her, he reached up and dug the ropes he had fixed to the bed frame out from where he had hidden them. He made quick work of binding her hands together.
He had gotten a lot of practice tying me the same way. He sat up and admired his prey beneath him, a hungry look in his eyes. He pulled open her dress, breaking a few buttons off as he did so. She lay beneath him, exposed. My mother's small breasts didn't warrant a bra, apparently. I had never noticed them before. Small and perky for a woman her age. Her pink nipples and small areolas hardened in the air conditioning and stood up away from her body. Staring at them, I had a crazy desire to suck them. Ian had the same thought and dove back down onto her. He roughly sucked one nipple into his mouth and then the other. He mouthed all over her breasts savagely, sucking and biting. I saw red marks appearing and wondered how she would hide them from my father...
Mom sobbed as Ian assaulted her body. She turned her face to me and cried my name, imploring me to help her. Ian laughed as he realized I was still there, kneeling on the floor, frozen in shock and fear.
"You stay right there, Paulie. Enjoy the show, little bitch." he commanded. Knowing how bad his punishment would be if I disobeyed, I didn't dare move.
Again, he rose off of her, running his hands down her body to her panties. He lifted her waist and legs easily as he slid them off and threw them to the floor. She tried to twist herself away from him, clasping her legs shut. He laughed as he wrestled her under his control, pinning her legs and spreading them. He grabbed the lube that he has used on my ass earlier and poured it into his hand. Leaning over my mother, his face close to hers, he rubbed the lube over the head of his dick, and up and down her slit. Muttering in her ear, he began to massage his cockhead up and down her opening, working himself into her. As the head disappeared inside and he began to push with his hips, her legs spread involuntarily to him. Ian's chest pushed into hers, his face level with hers. Alternating between muttering in her ear about how he was going to use her, and licking and sucking her throat in the way he did mine. The way that tickled and hurt at the same time and drove me crazy. Slowly, my hand traveled to my own dick and I found it was still hard. I stroked it softly as I watched my cousin rape my mother.
He pushed himself slowly into her. As his shaft disappeared into her, he stopped sucking at her throat and simply stared into her eyes. She was shaking her head and muttering no and he just stared, dominating her with his body and his mind. He sank and sank into her until his pelvis hit hers. I saw his balls shift back as he buried himself inside of her. Again, he forced his mouth onto hers, prying her lips open and shoving his tongue into her. After a moment, she relented and began to kiss him back. Their tongues swirled around each others and their lips worked fiercely. Ian's hips began to hump. I stared at his cock driving in and out of my mother's pussy. How it opened for him, and contracted when he pulled out some. I had never been with a woman, never seen one's parts close up. It was beautiful how their bodies were joined, and grotesque at the same time. Something so intimate and lovely was being forced to happen. My hand continued to stroke my erection softly, absently as I observed this scene. Not a participant, but not allowed to leave or try and stop it.
After he fucked her slowly for a while (who could tell if it was minutes or hours?) he pulled his body up off of her. He lifted her legs up, curling her spine and angling her pelvis up into the air. He got on his feet and climbed up on top of her. His cock hung in that heavy way it had. Hard but not standing up in the air like mine did. It shone with my mother's fluids and his own pre-cum. In one sharp, rough motion, he drove it down into her open, vulnerable body. He furiously began to fuck into her, his pace ragged and rough. I knew from experience that he was ready to cum. He always sped up right at the and and drove in as deep as possible. Her body bounced and shifted beneath him as he grunted and growled.
"Ian!" she gasped, trying to catch her breath "Ian, please pull out. Please, its not safe..."
He didn't care. Panting, he pushed himself deep and cried out it ecstasy. "Take it! Uhhhh, take my cum!!"
