** all characters 18 and consenting. please read parts 1-3 for context and clarity. Comments and feedback welcome. Thank you so much for reading!

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Abby rounded the corner to the foyer, her oversized sweater barely covering her perky ass. As she walked it rode up slightly revealing the superb site that Abby wasn’t wearing any underwear.

Our house had a meeting pavilion on the other-side or the main entrance, it was a small offshoot of the living room which allowed guests and family members to take off their shoes and hang their coats. Abby adjusted herself before entering, I followed closely behind. Inside the den my father stood firm, his tall muscular build rippling underneath a tight, short sleeve dress shirt fitted with a gorgeous green tie.

Holding bags from mothers various shopping outings, his biceps bulged, the veins nearly popping through the skin. He nodded to Abby and myself before pushing past us to dump them somewhere in the house. Mother still remained. She stood in the foyer, taking off her dainty scarf and wrapping it tightly around the coat rack. Her eyes turning to us, she smiled brightly.

“My darlings it’s wonderful to see you—“ she began her tone dropping off as she looked over the frame of her Prada glasses. “At least some people in this family have a sense of modesty.” She said, her eyes burning a hateful gaze into Abby’s outfit.

Mother ran her hands through her wavy auburn hair, as it jostled so too did her body shake under her floral sundress. Although she had scares little adorning her chest, her fat, ass swayed gently from side to side as she fixed her hair. Taking off her sunglasses now, she placed the tip of one of the legs in her mouth, eying off Abby.

“Abigail, go change into something nice this instant!” She barked her demeanour totally changing.

“But mother it’s the weekend!” Abby argued back, in a bratty tone.

“Watch your tone. It’s not becoming of a lady.” She replied, gesturing for Abby to make herself scarce, her accent so inviting yet the words were anything but.

Abby huffed in a fit and turned around, storming off to her room. Mother and I were left alone now.

“Jacob! Come here” she said joyfully almost immediately wrapping me in a warm tender embrace. Her lovely body pressed against mine only our thin fabrics separating us.

Her lower half pressed hard against my dick and I fought off the intrusive thoughts. Mother pulled away, placing her soft, finely manicured fingers on my face. She squeezed my cheeks tightly before saying;

“My big boy, growing up so fast.”

I stood still, afraid of her wildly changing mood, I just nodded in agreement.

Letting go of my face now she grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the kitchen.

“Your sister said something about a salad with lunch? Mother asked curiously.

“Yes, Abby—“ I began. Before I could spit out more words my mind became full of flashes of the hours prior; roadhead as we sped through lights, anally penetrating my sister on my mothers bed, using her own dildo on her own daughter. Forcing load after load down her sweet little throat.

I shook my head and regained composure. “—Abby was going to make a homemade salad, we went shopping. Had to stop by work?”

“Did you get any bread?” Mother asked, moving past my initial spaced out reply.

“The mixture was a little different this week.” I said recalling eating my sister’s amazing pussy on top of the dough starter, her juices leaking into the mixture.

“What a shame.” Mother said, shaking her head, headed toward the kitchen.

Following closely behind we entered the large open plan kitchen, standing at the island countertop was Abby, dressed now in a sundress that look nearly identical to mothers.

I studied her as she chopping various vegetables. Although it was a similar sundress it gripped her body very differently. The straps accentuated her slender shoulders and lovely collarbones, the dress cutting off just below the knee. Her boobs were much bigger than mothers and almost burst through the thin floral material.

I could feel my member shaking at the notion of Abby’s big breasts spilling out for all to see, her nipples erect, ready to be sucked on by my awaiting lips.

I walked over to her and began food prepping as mother emptied a bag she was holding and lay the items in the cupboard. Abby’s view quickly darted over to look at mother, noticing she was face down in our walk-in pantry, Abby flung herself around, planting a passionate kiss on my lips.

She smiled brightly at me and winked before gripping my growing cock through my pants. With a quick squeeze she returned to her station, picking up the knife and returning to the veggies. Mother finished unpacking her bags and walked out of the kitchen, almost fully ignoring Abby if not for her declaration;

“I’m going to change into something a little lighter, this dress is soaked from being outside all day.” She said throwing her handbag onto the couch as she walked by.

I turned to face Abby, like a silent sexual demon she was already leant up against me, pushing herself onto me and up against the island counter; “I know something else that is soaked from today.” She said hiking up her sundress to reveal a pair of crotchless blue panties.

They had a deep blue bow at the top of the lacework , I placed my hand between her legs and began to caress her pussy and run my fingers over her sensitive clit. She fell into me, her head across my shoulder, mouth to my ear.

She was right, her pussy was soaked with anticipation, my hand practically drenched. As I slid two fat fingers in she moaned into my ear, her hands gripping at my dress shirt. I began slowly, sliding in and out with a passionate delicacy. She released my shirt and clasped my face, planting yet another passionate kiss on my lips.

I held her in a long embrace as our lips pressed deeply into one another, my fingers at ramming speed. Through a new sexual clarity I could feel her begin to bounce gently up and down on my hand, matching my fingers rhythm.

“Oh I’m gonna cum uhhh uhh.” She moaned deliciously in my ear.

Keeping my pace steady I pulled her in close. With her pressed up against me I took a deep grip of her hair and as I felt her pussy tighten around my fingers I pulled hard on her roots.

Like a ghost exorcised she began spasming uncontrollably, she threw her mouth against my neck and screamed passionately into the crook of my neck and shoulder. Faintly I could hear her muffled declaration of joy.

I slowed my fingers down, shifting down the intensity as I felt her bobbing subside. Pulling her head up now she met my eyes; sliding my fingers out of her, feeling the thick discharge, my deserving reward.

With her free hands she clasped my face again, this time kissing me as soft as the sun grazes the ocean blue. Pulling away now with tears of joy in her eyes she whispered; I love you.

“JACOB CHAMBERLAIN! COME HERE!” I heard my mother scream from down the hall.

Not wanting to break the heart wrenchingly beautiful moment I felt myself be pulled away by primal fear. Before I could give her the response a goddess like her deserved I heard mother scream again;

“NOW JACOB!”

Running, I dashed from the kitchen and ran down the hall. Standing facing out the window in her room, mother stood silently, a bastion of hate.

She turned around slowly as I entered the room, her face contorted. As I grew closer I saw her sigh, then her face turn to its initial and normal veneer of calm.

Did she know? How had she found out? Would I be punished? Kicked out? Sent away? Would she call the police??

Before I could spiral any further she softly said “close the door.”

I turned and closed the bedroom doors. Mother didn’t move, she just stood there; staring.

“Is there something you’d like to tell me?” She asked pointedly

I shook my head, adding in a shrug for good measure.

“Nothing at all?” She prodded

Shaking my head again she reached down under the bed and pulled out her black battery powered dildo.

“How did this get under here I wonder?” She said sarcastically, her words oozing annoyance

I shrugged again, forcing myself to hold back the bullets of sweat I could feel bursting through my forehead follicles.

“It’s so sticky, as if it was used. You wouldn’t happen to know about that would you?”

“What’re you saying mum?” I said angrily trying to turn the tables.

“Well-“ she began letting out a heavy sigh, “—I’ve seen things, in you, that make me believe you’re hiding something. Before I show you why I can tell you’re lying, how about you reconsider your stance. Again; is there anything you want to tell me?”

“No.” I said definitively. Abby had just told me she loved me. I couldn’t and wouldn’t betray her trust now. Besides what could mother possibly have on me?

“Then explain this!” Mother said ripping at the sheets on her bed, lifting them up to reveal her smoking gun. A rogue rope of my cum.

‘FUCK’ I thought. There were only two men in the house and dad was outside barbecuing. It couldn’t have come from mum or Abby so my options for scapegoating were limited. Knowing no words would save me I simply stayed silent.

Mother walked up to me and stood beside me, throwing the bedroom doors open again. Before she walked out she said; “you can tell me. I’ll give you until tonight to mull it over. Then I tell your father and everyone else.” She said walking down the hall, her heels clacking against the finely tiled floor.

Giving my mother enough time to get to the kitchen I paced her room desperately trying to come up with an escape plan, a cover story, anything!

I walked down the hall toward my room before a figure grabbed me and tossed me down. Looking up I found myself sprawled across Abby’s bed as the familiar lock of her door chimed, craning my neck upward I saw her at the base of the bed, hands wrapped around my pants. She ripped them down with record speed.

“Abby” I began

“Daddy” she replied

“Mum knows.” I said defeated.

She stood upright and paused for a moment, contemplating what she had Jaír heard. As if tasting the words like it was wine, she smacked her lips together and closed her eyes to picture it more vividly.

She rubbed her chin inquisitively before shrugging simply saying “well if she knows then we better start the last naughty experience right now.” With that, I felt the cold hard plastic of the chastity cage on my dick and the horrific sound of the lock engaged. It clicked loudly, sealing my fate.

“I thought we were done with this?” I said gesturing down to my now sealed cock.

“Not exactly” she retorted revealing a thick piece of skinned ginger.

Before I could react Abby forcefully flipped me over. Pushing me hard against the bed with her surprising strength she spread my cheeks. Almost instantly I was met with the fiery, burning sensation of heat.

Flipping me again she jumped atop me, pinning my hands above my head. The burning grew stronger before stopping and becoming a dull painful ache within my asshole. The pain made me feel loopy and light headed, so much so I could barely hear Abby begin to speak;

“Tonight’s last experience is a painful one. It’s called figging, I cut up the ginger while you were with mum. Designed initially as a torture the fiery feeling is meant to be so uncomfortable you cannot focus on anything but the pain.” She said licking my cheek like a rabid dog.

“And with your dick locked away you can’t even cum to alleviate the awful feeling. She said mocking doing a jack off motion toward my face.

She leaned in now, her breath flowing over my face. Her steamy voice and hot air causing my cheeks to become flush and my cock to become hard.

Trapped up against my cage I heard her continue; “but if you make it to 10pm tonight, keeping yourself chaste and your asshole filled I’ll give you a reward; I’ll go on a diet.” She said

“A diet? Abby you look amazing already!” I said, small beads of sweat building on my brow.

She leaned in again shoving her tongue in my mouth and wrapping it around mine. As she released she finished her sentence “a cum only diet.”

My eyes widened instantly, did I hear her right?

Her eyes met mine and she continued; “that’s right Daddy, if you can survive until midnight, I’ll change my diet to be cum only for the next three full days. 72 hours of living off your seed. I hope you’re hydrated…you’ll need it.” She said rolling off me.

She pulled my pants up and pulled me from her bed. Leading me to the door she unlocked it and shoved me out into the hallway before closing the door again. Before I could go back into my room I heard mother call;

“Come finish helping with dinner prep!”

I was not sure how many hours had passed, it may very well have only been twenty minutes. There was no wall clock to help or phone readily accessible to confirm the time, even if I could my mind was a palace of mush barely held together by the notion of my reward.

I sat across the table from Abby, myself on the left, her on the right mum and dad at the north and south respectively. I sat firm in my chair trying to focus on anything but the swelling awful pain in my ass. I toyed with the salad, picking out almost exclusively the cucumber pieces and eating them.

With each nibble the pain subsided as the flavours and memories contorted into one transporting me back to earlier today before my misery began, before my mother knew my dirty secret. Abby ate her salad and barbecued items daintily, picking up each mouthful deliberately and with grace. My mother did the same, the two belles the pinnacles of manners.

Father however sat silently brooding, sipping a deep red wine and eating his barbecue only plate with one free sticky hand.

Conversation and small talk was had but I couldn’t remember what I had said or even heard the pain throttling me. I was sweating and could feel my leg shaking underneath the table. I looked over at mother who was eyeing me suspiciously, then looking at Abby who mouthed when mother was looking at her plate ‘I love you’

The words made the pain subside for a moment but only a moment. I tried to raise a mouthful to my face but the fork rattled in my hand as my hand shook. Placing the fork down beside the plate I pushed the plate forward and wiped my face.

“May I be excused?” I said.

Mother simply nodded. As I walked away I could hear my father commenting on my lack of respect for the meal. “It’s 9pm, we skipped lunch so we could make a family feast with salad, barbecue and homemade rolls and he just ups and leaves? The nerve on that kid.”

I pushed my door open and threw it closed behind me. Seeing the night sky from my window, obscured by the curtain I gripped the sliding window and threw it open.

The cool air washing over me, ever so slightly cooling me off. It wasn’t enough, the burning was unbearable and the pain had probably caused lasting damage. Surely sliding it out for a few minutes while I showered would be fine. Abby wouldn’t have to know I self-rationalised, the pain winning momentarily.

I ripped my shirt off, and followed with my pants and underwear. Standing naked save for the bright pink cock cage I leaned onto my bed spreading my legs to expose and open my asshole. With my free hand I slid it around and fumbled for the base of the ginger root. Grabbing it barely, the root covered in sweat and butt juice i slowly began to remove it as my door swung open.

Horrified I looked to see mother walking in and locking the door behind her. I tried in vain to flip quickly, diving under the blankets. As my head emerged I saw Mother sitting on the edge of my bed.

“You said no when I asked you if you had something to hide. I knew you’d slip up eventually.” She said proudly.

“It’s not what it looks like” I replied meekly

“We called people like you something different in my day, a dirty word. But the people at my church said I should be more forgiving, more understanding.” She began

Sweating bullets and on the verge of passing out I fell back into my pillow heap, listening as mother slid the blanket down.

“Now I’m not up on the lingo but I think a thin boy like you wearing a little thing like this—“she sad tapping the side of the plastic chastity cage “—is called a twinkle”.

Blinking in a non uniform pattern I simply nodded.

“Now I’m disappointed in you. I’m angry you lied to my face multiple times. I’m angry you used my dildo! I’m even more upset that you didn’t think you could ask!” She said tracing my lower stomach with her long acrylic nails.

“So punishment is in order I’m afraid.”

I looked at her with a puzzled look, my face drenched with sweat.

“Now I won’t lie, I thought you were into women, but if you like men that’s okay too. But I think, as a mother. It’s my duty to show you all the wonderful things a girl can do.” She said lowering her mouth to my trapped cock.

She began to suck slightly on the cage, saliva poured in through the cracks and I began to hurt as my cock pushed violently against the barrier.

The feeling of my mothers juicy milf lips around my caged cock made me all but forget about the searing fiery pain in my ass. she lifted her wet lips from my penis prison and wiped her mouth clean.

“Have you ever heard of the ‘locked cock position’?”. She said her eyes widening as her hands rubbed my inner soft thighs. I shook my head in disagreement, I had never heard of such a thing.

“It was used back in the day, as aversion therapy. The patient would be locked in chaste and would fuck an ass while caged. The point was the patient would feel the pleasure but be denied a real true orgasm, until a vagina was introduced. Here they’d cum for real and thus associate pussy with pleasure and asses with frustration. The 50’s were a wild time for people into your lifestyle. As your punishment for lying to me I think you might need to experience this yourself.”

I tried to form the sounds of words and articulate my thoughts but before I knew it mother had lifted her sundress and slipped off her white thong, chucking it in my laundry basket.

She spat in her hand lubing the cage up, I watched helplessly as she spat again this time using the spit to soften her tight asshole. Before I could react she sat down on my caged member, sucking me in to her tight butthole.

She moved rhythmically, a master of her craft. Even through my prison my nerves were caught alight by her tight fuck-hole.

She moaned slightly as she rocked back and forth. Although the full effect was mitigated my now super sensitive cock pulsed looking to release a trapped load. I gripped the sheets tightly, moving slightly to fall deeper into her ass. She bounced vigorously on me, and the rush of ecstasy came on hard and fast.

Before I could rearrange the angle to try and capture the orgasm mother slid off me, I was left twitching and pulsing as my caged cock searched for the friction it needed to cum.

My whole body was on fire; physically due to the ginger while my mind burned as I watched my cock limply flounder around. From the tip of the cage I saw a pitiful, beta-like spurt of white cum drip out.

“That’s it cum in your wittle cage for mommy.” Mother said, her eyes locked sadistically on my cock as it twitched out a ruined and pathetic orgasm.

Mother was right. I had cum but no feeling was attached except frustration. The fiery feeling returned and my brain was horny once more. No relief no respite. Like an infant throwing a tantrum I smacked my caged cock with my hand hoping to retrieve the orgasm sensation. I even resorted to squeezing my balls to push more cum out of my body hoping to rekindle the feeling. I squeezed them so hard to the point of near throwing up. Mommy giggled as she watched me; “is your wittle cock not working oh no.” Now writhing in utter disappointment mother retrieved her thong and slipped it back on as she opened the door and dropped her sundress down.

Inconspicuously she blew me a kiss and said; “when you’re done lusting for men and want to try a real woman, cum find your mommy.” She said closing the door.

I fell back into my beds sprawling out and slapping against the bed like an out of breath fish. Looking now at my alarm clock that had fallen to the floor with tears in my eyes I saw the time 10:02pm. I walked myself across the hall, slipping into Abby’s room.

Through my blurred vision I saw her room, illuminated with candles, their smells so soothing and luscious. Rose petals scattered on the floor and laying on the bed in a nighty with nothing underneath was Abby. She stood up quickly walking over and planting a kiss on my lips.

Abby smiled at me, happy tears welling in her eyes; “I want to send off today. To leave it in the past forever. I don’t want to fuck I want to make love. I want to have you inside me, not as my slave, not as daddy as, my lover. I want you to bury your seed in my warm pussy. Love me the only way you know how.” She said grabbing my hand and wrapping it in hers; “let tonight be the start of our forever.”

I felt a deep pit in my stomach. Earlier I had been pulled away from Abby as she told me how deeply she cared, and now on the brink of an even deeper, more intense commitment.

I felt dirty. I felt horrid. Mother had yet again tainted a good thing. I looked up at Abby unsure whether I should tell her what had just transpired. To save her feelings I shouldn’t but to be honest I should. Is love the absence of pain or the honesty of the heart?

I didn’t know but I knew with Abby I would one day find out. I breathed deeply and locked eyes with her;

“Abby…I have something to tell you….”