6 comments/ 52542 views/ 15 favorites Lisa's Fall Ch. 01 By: HansIdNi * Warning, this story contains extreme elements and some mild incest-themes. If this is not your cup of tea, I suggest finding a different story to read. My first story so any comments, feedback, criticism, ideas or blind hatred is welcomed.* * Eric car was in the driveway when Lisa arrived at her mother's place. It was no surprise, but it was still hard to accept her mother had a boyfriend. A man in her life other then dad. Somehow, Lisa had expected her mother to stay celibate for the rest of her life after her father passed away; for a while it seemed that was exactly what would happen. For the first ten years Lisa never saw her mother in the company of another man. Then suddenly, Eric was there. When Lisa finally got to meet her mother's new boyfriend, he was not what she expected. Her father had been a quiet man, with a keen mind, but a soft nature. The kind of man who rarely raises his voice and was kind to everyone. Lisa took a deep breath, as these thoughts raced through her mind; even though it had been ten years, Lisa still missed her father. And now there was Eric in his place, but Eric was nothing like her father. In fact, he was almost the complete opposite. A tall man who, despite being nearly fifty, was still in great physical shape. He had a strong personality; the kind of man that people listen to, whether they want to or not. In many ways, he was quite the catch. But Lisa always felt weird with him around. His eyes, dark and piercing, always gave her the creeps. They were always filled with this mild, detached amusement, as though everything around him was part of a large joke. But that wasn't even the bad part. The bad part was the way he eyed her body up and down, like a butcher grading a piece of meat. He didn't make any effort to hide it either. Her mother, however, seemed oblivious to any of this. After leaving for college, Lisa didn't come home much any more, especially since things got serious between Eric and her mother, but today she had no choice. The heating in her dorm was broken and, knowing her landlord, it would take several days to get it fixed. Lisa decided she would rather spend time with Eric's cold eyes over her body, then to spend the time in a meat locker. It would be a surprise visit. She'd tried to call her mother, but she didn't answer her phone. It probably didn't matter anyway. Her old room was still in the original state and her mother was always happy to see her. And Eric probably didn't mind either, although his motives were probably less then noble. Lisa stopped for a second to admire Eric's car. Lisa didn't know much about the subject, but she was sure the car was expensive; it certainly looked the part. Eric was partner in a prestigious law-firm and money never seemed an issue to him. Quite a catch indeed. Sometimes she wondered what Eric actually saw in her mother. Although she loved her mother, there was something strange about her relationship with Eric. Her mother was forty-three now. She had been beautiful once; Lisa had seen the wedding pictures. But time and life had taken its toll on her. She was still attractive, but no longer stunning. Her full breasts had started to sag and her once tight stomach now carried a few pounds too many. Her mother didn't go out much either, since Lisa's father died. She spent most the day working and most evenings on the couch reading. Still, Lisa looked up to her. Her mother had a good career, a beautiful house and managed to raise three healthy children, even though her husband died at a young age. So, despite her reservations, Lisa hoped it would all work out for her mother. She deserved to be happy. She hadn't been easy on Lisa growing up, always pushing her to work hard; telling her there was more to life then boys and booze, teaching her to be reserved and always think of the future, instead of the now. So when her peers went out partying, Lisa would stay home and study. On occasion, she wondered if it had been the right choice; all those hours spent alone in her room, while others were having the time of their live. But now she was a grade-A student at a good college, while most her old class-mates were working low-pay jobs. Lisa found the spare key were it always was, hidden under a flowerpot in the garden. She entered through the back-door. The house was silent. She walked quietly towards the living room; the door was open. She peered through the open door, sticking her head around the corner without making a sound. The last thing she wanted was to walk in on them having sex. The thought of her mother having sex almost made her giggle. What she saw, when she peeked into the room, was the last thing she expected. Eric was sitting in a comfortable chair, in the middle of the living room. His back was turned towards the door, but Lisa could see he was totally naked. Her mother was there as well and though she wasn't naked, she might as well be. Her mother was sitting on her knees in front of Eric, wearing black stockings and high-heel boots, a barely existing red thong and a matching bra with half-cups that pushed up her large breasts. And this wasn't even the worst part. The thought of her mother dressing up like that for a man was already more then Lisa could process, but it was what truly shocked was something else altogether: her mother's hands were tied behind her back with leather cuffs. She wore a blindfold and a thick red ball-gag was stuffed into her mouth and secured behind her head with leather straps. Lisa felt paralysed, her eyes fixed on the scene. Her mother, her serious and reserved mother dressed like that, tied up and helpless! She wanted to run in and stop whatever was going on, but she found she couldn't. She wanted to look away, but found she couldn't do it either. All she could do was watch on with suppressed breathing and her heart racing in her chest. "Get over here, whore," Eric said, all of a sudden. Lisa nearly jumped, then quickly realised he was talking to her mother. His voice scared her. It was dominant and strong: the kind of voice that expects to be obeyed. Her mother started to move forward on her knees. The motions were clumsy and made her large breasts wiggle. It hit Lisa that her mother still looked great, despite her age. Even though there was a good twenty pounds heavier then in her youth, it had gone to the right places, so her curves remained and she looked soft and womanly. Lisa had often been jealous of her mother and the feeling returned to her. She inherited some of her mother's qualities -- the long blond hair -- but her breasts were smaller and her figure was flatter overall. When her mother reached Eric's bare feet, he bend forward and took her face in his hands. "I told you to dress nicely for me, Michelle. This isn't nice: you look like a ten-dollar whore. What do you have to say for yourself?" He slid his hands down to her breasts and cupped them. Lisa couldn't believe how he was talking to her. Her mother didn't react, even though her boyfriend just called her a whore. Suddenly, Eric raised a hand and slapped her hard on her left breast. Her mother let out a yelp from behind the gag, but didn't pull back. "I asked you a question. I expect an answer. What do you have to say for your pathetic outfit?" Her mother tried to answer, but the sounds became inaudible due to the gag, lodged between her jaws. Eric laughed roughly and gave her other breast a powerful slap with the back of his hand. Lisa could see the pain on her mother's face. Once again, her mother didn't protest. "Well, if you are going to dress like a whore, I'll use you like one. Is that what you want? And you better answer me this time!" Eric said. Lisa could hear the threat in his voice. Her mother nodded hesitantly. "That's better," Eric said, before grabbing her by hair and pulled her closer. His other hand stroked her cheek gently for a second, before delivering a quick slap with his open palm. Lisa felt her heart rate climbing higher and higher. She shouldn't be watching this; this was wrong. Yet it was impossible to pull her eyes away. "Your manner still leave something to be desired though, " Eric continued berating the women kneeling at his feet, "We will have to work some more on that." Another slap, followed by more gentle caressing, and yet another blow. Lisa could see her mother's cheek slowly turn red. "I'm going to take off the gag, so we can put this mouth to some better use. Can I trust you to behave like a proper slut?" Her mother tried to nod, but it was hard due to Eric's iron grip on her hair. Eric undid the leather straps of the gag and pulled the ball out of her mouth. Lisa couldn't believe how big it was and how it could possibly fit in her mother's mouth. Her mother moved her jaw around a bit, to relief the strain. A dribble of spit ran down her chin. "And you better suck it good this time. Otherwise you'll have more to pay for later!" He slapped her face one more time, then gave her breasts another round that made them flap around Red marks were already starting to form. Then he let go of her hair and leaned back. "Let's see how good you do on your own," he said, as he leaned back in the chair, placing his hands in his neck. Lisa was surprised at how quick her mother dove down, burying her face in Eric's crotch, trying to find his cock. The back of the chair blocked Lisa's view of the action, and she didn't want to risk leaning in any closer. Almost immediately slurping sounds filled the room. She could see her mothers head bobbing up and down furiously, the top her head appearing for a second, then disappearing again as she forced her mouth down on Eric's cock. Lisa had some experience with blowjobs, but nothing like this. It was something she did with mild reluctance, because a guy expected it, but she never found enjoyment in it. Her mother, however, was sucking cock, like the devil was after her. And as Lisa looked back at Eric, she realised this was in fact the case. The slurping soon turned into gagging noises. Lisa could hear her mother gasp for air, after choking herself on Eric's cock. Her mother, the respected, conservative lady, was sucking cock with a vigour that would put a experienced prostitute to shame. Eric, on the other hand, didn't seem impressed. "Is this the best you can do, whore?" he barked at her mother. He wasn't even breathing heavily, Lisa noticed. Her mother didn't respond, except by upping the pace of her movements. The gagging sounds intensified; it sounded like her mother was trying to choke herself to death on Eric's cock. "After all that practice, you still can't deepthroat worth shit!" Eric bit at her. He pulled her up by her hair. Lisa watched in amazement at her mother's face: her red lipstick was a mess, and thin black lines of mascara ran down her cheeks from under the blindfold; large blobs of spit ran down her chin. Lisa could barely recognize the women that had raised her to be a hard-working, proper girl. Eric slapped her face again, harder then before, not holding back anything. "You're really not good for anything, are you Michelle?" he asked, as he shook his head, seemingly in disgust. This comment seemed to break something in Lisa's mother. Her shoulders sagged for a moment and Lisa could see she was on the verge of crying. Eric didn't seem to care. He grabbed one of her breasts, mauling the soft flesh with rough fingers and twisting her nipple. "I-I'm sorry," her mother managed to say, but her voice was weak and broken. "What does sorry do for me? Sorry doesn't suck my cock properly." Eric replied, "We will have to continue training that mouth later. Guess for now I'll have to do all the hard work myself." He gave her breast a final slap, then buried both his hands deep in her hair. He stood up from the chair. For the first time, Lisa got a look at Eric's body and she gasped. She knew he was in good shape, with a strong muscular build, that spoke of regular workouts. But what really shocked her was the size of his cock. It was large and thick and seemed hard as steel. Lisa had seen a few male genitalia since she had left for college, but this was the largest she'd ever seen. "Open up, you pathetic slut," Eric hissed at her mother. She obliged without hesitation. Eric pulled her head towards him and Lisa could see his large cock slide between her mothers lips. He was rough with her, jamming his member as far into her mouth as he could, without concern for her well-being. The gagging noises returned and more and more spit ran down her chin, onto the floor. Eric started trusting his hips forward every time he pulled her in and forced his cock down, until she ran out of breath and her face turned red. Lisa could see the smile on Eric's face. He was thoroughly enjoying the debasement of her mother. Occasionally he'd let her catch a breath, while his hand temporarily released her hair to slap her face or twist her nipples. As Eric kept on pushing, her mother seemed to be getting used to the thick cock assaulting her mouth. She got deeper and deeper, until eventually the entire monster was buried in her throat and her nose was pressed against his stomach. "See? You can do it," he said mockingly as he held her in this position. Lisa heard strange gurgling sounds escape from her mother's mouth as she fought hard to pull back; Eric didn't let her, didn't show any mercy. For a moment, Lisa feared for her mother's safety and wanted to run in and stop him. But she didn't. She just kept watching in fascination. Finally Eric released her mother. She fell forward, coughing violently. This seemed to amuse Eric and he watched her attempts to regain her breath with a smile on his face. "Look at you, Michelle. You are making such a mess of the place," he said as he pulled her back her feet and pressed his face close to her. Lisa could see how much trouble it cost her mother to maintain her balance on the stiletto heels of her booth, with the blindfold over her eyes. "Guess you aren't willing to please with that mouth of yours. Ill have to find a different hole to amuse me," Eric said calmly. He turned her over and pushed her towards the dining table at the other side of the room. He bend her over, his hands sliding over her back and ass. He squeezed her asscheeks roughly, and gave them a few firm slaps. "You know?" Eric said with a sigh, " I was planning to be nice to you tonight. Fuck that pussy of yours real well. Maybe even let you cum." He pushed the thong aside and slid his fingers between her legs. A soft moan escaped her lips as Eric stroked past her clit. Suddenly Lisa became painfully aware of her own body. Although she didn't feel excited, her body was starting to react to the scene and her pussy was getting moist. "But first you dress like a cheap slut," Eric said, as he suddenly pulled his fingers back, "And then you refuse to suck my cock like I taught you?" He slapped her ass hard and fast a few times, leaving a perfect hand print on her behind. "The way I see it, if you don't care about my pleasure, I don't care about yours," he added, spitting on his own fingers and rubbing it on between her ass-cheeks. "That tight little asshole of yours is going to suffer for your mistakes," he said, as though talking to a disobedient child. He slipped a finger into her ass and slowly pushed it all the way in. Lisa heard her mother make a weird sound. A moan that spoke of disappointment at the lost pleasure and fear of what was to come. Lisa couldn't believe it. She had never done anal or even considered it as a real possibility. And here she was, watching her mother about to get her ass fucked by Eric's large cock. The thought made her juices flow even more. The scene unfolding in front of her eyes made her own sexual experiences seem bland and insufferably boring. "I'm not even going to bother to get the lube today," Eric told her mother, "Luckily you made such a mess on my cock, so it shouldn't be TOO bad." A sob escaped her mother's mouth. Eric responded with a coarse laugh and another hard blow on her behind. "You can moan all you want, whore, but you brought this upon yourself," he said, spitting on his hand again and sliding two fingers into her ass. "You know...I might still let you cum later tonight. But only if you behave like a proper lady. Can you do that for me?" Lisa could see the impact those words had on her. The promise of pleasure seemed to stir up something in her mother. The woman nodded. "You can start by asking me nicely to fuck that ass of yours." Her mother paused for a few seconds, then muttered: "Please fuck my ass.." Lisa could hear the reluctance in every word. Eric shook his head and slapped her again. "I said ask, not command. Jesus, you are a slow one tonight, slut." "Would you please fuck my ass? Please?" her mother begged. This seemed to satisfy Eric and he positioned herself behind the woman, who was bent over the dining table. His back was turned to Lisa and she could just make out his cock pressing against her mothers ass. The tip started to disappear inside and her mother's body shuddered. A painful cry escaped her lips. It made Eric laugh. "You brought this upon yourself, Michelle!" he said, as he continued sliding into her, "If only you weren't such a disappointment." Then he was inside her completely. Lisa stared in disbelief as the massive cock was buried to the hilt inside her mother's ass. She could only imagine how much it must hurt, especially since Eric had jammed it in with little care for the woman he was violating. Lisa couldn't see her mothers face, but the way her shoulders moved told her she was crying as Eric started to fuck her ass. He was relentless with her. Every time he would pull back until his cock was nearly out, then jammed it back down with force, pressing his hips and pulling her in towards her. The table started to squeak and the cups placed on it rang with every thrust he made, drowning out the sounds of her mother's sobs. He grabbed her hair and pulled hard, forcing her to arch her neck. "You secretly like it up the ass, don't you whore?" he hissed at her. His breathing was heavy now and sweat started to form on the back of his head. "I asked you a fucking question, whore!" He slapped her ass again. "Y-y-y-yes..." her mother stammered, her voice high-pitched and rasp, "I-I like in the ass." This seemed to drive Eric on even more. "Beg me to fuck that ass of yours!" "P-please, fu...please fuck my ass..." she replied, defeat in her voice "Hard and deep, that's the way you like it heh?" "Y-yes....," she muttered. He continued fucking her ass, increasing his pace, as he forced her to beg for more. Lisa could see how her mother stopped fighting it and just let it all happen. Then suddenly Eric pulled out and forced Lisa's mother to her knees. Lisa watched in horror at her mother's gaping asshole. She could only imagine how it must feel to have your body violated like that. "Finish me off with your mouth," Eric ordered, "I know how much you like the taste of your ass." Without hesitation, Lisa's mother took his member into her mouth, wrapping her lips around the cock that had spend the last five minutes in her ass. The thought made Lisa gag, but her mind was spinning. It was like a whole new, and perverse, world was opening up inside her. Lisa watched as her mother sucked Eric's cock for a few more minutes. Her mascara had run down even more, creating large black smears on her cheeks, that mingled with the lipstick that seemed to be everywhere. She tried to take Eric's cock deep again, but the real intensity was gone. She looked like a broken woman, bobbing her head up and down his cock. Eric watched her efforts, never taking his dark eyes of her. Occasionally, he would yell at her to do better, call her a worthless slut or threaten to stick it back in her ass. Lisa noticed how this always seemed to drive her mother on for a little while and push herself deeper on Eric's cock. Lisa's Fall Ch. 01 Lisa could tell Eric was close to a climax. He was groaning now and the muscles in his shoulder tensed. Suddenly he grabbed her mother's head and pushed his cock all the way down her throat. Her mother started gagging, but didn't fight it. Lisa doubted it would have made a difference. Every muscle in Eric's body contracted as he emptied his balls deep into her mother's throat. He let out a low groan and kept pushing her head down as he continued cumming. After what seemed like an eternity, Eric let go of her mother. Once again the woman fell on the ground, gasping for air. A mix of sperm, spit and bile dripped out of her mouth, onto the floor. "God damn, you are messy today," Eric said he stood over her, like a victor over fallen prey. Lisa watched on in shock and horror..and excitement. Her prudish and strict mother was dressed like a common whore and sobbing at the feet of a man who just used her like she wasn't even human. Yet she hadn't fought, at least not really. She had undergone everything without complaint and followed his every order, no matter how perverse. Eric shook his head as Lisa's mother slowly got up to her knees. She tried to get up to her feet, but failed to get her balance. Eric grabbed the keys of the table and undid the handcuffs that held her hands in place. Her mother scrambled up and took off the blindfold. "Better clean up that mess you made," Eric said, nodding at the puddle of bodily fluids on the floor. Her mother didn't respond, but Lisa knew she would obey. Then Eric lowly started to turn in the direction of the door. The spell that had come over Lisa broke in an instant. She quickly moved back, stepping into the hallway, away from the doom. She let out a sigh of relief. She had reacted in time; he couldn't have seen her. Then suddenly she heard his voice again, strong and commanding. "Lisa! You can come out of hiding now. I know you're there..." Lisa's Fall Ch. 02 * Warning, this story contains extreme elements and some mild incest-themes, just like the first. If this is not your cup of tea, I suggest finding a different story to read. Feedback is welcomed as always. This chapter is more of a transitional part of the story. The insanity factor might kick up a notch in later chapters. Who knows how deep the rabbit-hole really goes?* *Also, English is not my first language. If you spot poor grammar or spelling, please let me know. Always looking to improve :) * * When she heard Eric call out her name, Lisa wanted to run. Out of the door, onto the street, as far away as she could. But she didn't. As though in a dream, she'd lost control of her body and slowly walked into the living room. Her mother stared at her in shock,. "Lisa! How -" she started with terror in her voice, before Eric cut her off. "She has been there the entire time. I heard someone come in. And you had several missed calls from her." He turned to Lisa and feigned a polite smile. "Lisa, how nice of you to drop by." "What the fuck is going on here?" Lisa blurted out. Her mother stepped towards Lisa, who leapt back in disgust. The idea of touching her mother right now revolted her. "I can explain, " her mother began. "I don't even want to know!" she shouted, "This is too weird!" Her head still spinning, she walked out of the living-room and ran off to her bedroom, slamming the door behind her. Lying on her bed, the entire scene kept playing in front of her eyes, causing strange and conflicting emotions inside of her. When she first started thinking about sex all those years ago, she visited porn-sites on her parents computer. When her mother caught her, she got grounded for a week and lost access to the computer for three more. Sex was not important, her mother once told her. It's something you have to do to keep a man happy, but no more then that. Education, career, marriage, children, that's what is important in life. Had it all been a lie? It felt like everything Lisa believed in was falling apart, like a puzzle sliding off a table into a thousands little pieces. There was a knock on the door; Lisa didn't respond. The door opened and her mother walked in. She looked more like the woman Lisa grew up with, now that she cleaned her face and wore a modest bathrobe that covered most her body. She sat down in the chair next to Lisa's bed. "Look, Lisa," she said, trying to sound motherly, "What you just saw..." "Why would you let someone do that to you?" Lisa blurted out "Eric is a good man in many ways, Lisa. He is successful, attractive and generous. There are a lot of women fighting for his attention. And sometimes - " Her mother paused for a second, "Sometimes you have to do things to keep a man happy." "But why? Why do you need him?" Lisa said, "You did fine on your own for all those years!" Something spread over her mothers face, like a shadow. Lisa realised she looked more ashamed now then right after Lisa caught her. "You're father....." her mother started, "He left me some money of course,but last year I made some bad decisions with my investments. I thought I knew what I was doing, but...I guess I didn't. I'm in a lot of debt, Lisa. And without Eric I'd lose everything: The house, the car...I'd have nothing left, Lisa!" "But what about your job?" "The department had to make cuts last year. They reorganized and I lost my job. I'm...I'm sorry, Lisa.." "Why the fuck didn't you tell me?" Lisa yelled "I wanted to, but I was ashamed. I always wanted to set a good example for you, and then I made such a mess of my own life." Her mother seemed on the verge of tears, but Lisa couldn't get herself to feel any sympathy. So many lies, "So you let him...use you like that?" she said, not bothering to hide her contempt. "It's...it's not all bad. You are still young, Lisa. There is a lot about sex you don't understand." It was the straw that broke Lisa's back. Her mother trying to lecture her on sex, right after what she'd just done? It was too much. Lisa jumped up from the bed and felt furious. "Don't talk to me like that any more!" she screamed, "I'm not a child any more! You have no right to talk to me like that!" "Lisa...." "Just...just get out!" Lisa shouted, "Just fuck off!" Her mother looked shocked; it was the first time Lisa had ever resisted her, ever dared to talk back. Lisa half expected her mother to snap and school her like she had done so many times over the years, but it didn't happen. Instead her mother stared to the ground as she slowly got up and left. Lisa spent another hour in her room, her mind racing going and going over all the things she found out today . Slowly the strong emotions calmed down . Maybe she had overreacted. Maybe her mother wasn't completely in the wrong here. What did she really know about adult life anyway? She'd never been in debt, never owned a house, never lost her husband, never had a long-time relationship. She was after all, barely out of her teens. She left her room, unsure what to do next, but she owed it to her mother, to at least try and understand. When she returned to the living-room Eric was sitting on the sofa and her mother was nowhere to be soon.. He smiled as she walked in and looked up and down her body, like he had done so many times before. "Where is mum?" Lisa asked, trying to avoid his gaze. "She is her bedroom," Eric replied, "I wanted to talk to you alone for a while. Have a seat." Lisa sat down and tried her best to calm and serious. "I know you must be shocked by what you saw," Eric said, "To see your mother engage in those acts...and you must think I'm some horrible person for doing that to her." He smiled faintly at her. Lisa was unsure how to respond and said nothing. "So what did kind of story did she tell you? That she does it to keep me happy?" He laughed at his own words. "Let me explain a few things to you, Lisa," Eric continued, "Your mother is a twisted person. She was raised in a very strict Protestant home, in a culture of intense shame and fear of everything physical. And you might not know it, but your mother has a very...active mind when it comes to sex," he said, "And when that was repressed, it mutated and went to dark places. As much as she hates this kind of treatment, a part of her likes it; needs it to get off." He paused for a moment and licked his lips. "As far as why I like it: it's a different story. You see, life has been good to me," he said, an arrogant smile playing on his lips, "I've been blessed in many ways. Sex and women have always come easy for me. I've been with a lot of them, one even more beautiful then the next." Lisa didn't doubt him for a moment. Even though she felt uncomfortable around him, he was attractive: a successful man, in control of the world around him. There was something about him that made it hard to stop listening whenever he spoke. "Eventually I got bored with it," he continued, "Sex was still pleasurable, but no longer did it capture me completely; the real hunger was gone. Then over the last years, I have started to explore the darker side of sexuality and found it very much to my liking. Perversion is like a drug in a way, Lisa: once you get a taste of it, you just want more." Lisa couldn't believe the things coming out of his mouth; the way he talked about her mother, about sex, about..things that should not be said. "How's your own sex life, Lisa?" Eric suddenly asked. Lisa was taken off-guard by the change of subject. There had been men in her life over the years, but sex had never been very pleasurable for her. It was just part of being a girlfriend. The truth was she was twenty-one and already bored with sex. "Your face betrays you, Lisa," Eric said, smiling , "Disappointed with what you found so far? It's not that strange. Most people are unhappy with their sex-life, these days" Lisa didn't respond. She knew she didn't have to; it felt like she was an open book to him. "So how did you like your first glimpse into perversion?" he asked, "I think part of you liked it. You could have ran away, you know? You could have ran in and stopped it. But you didn't: you just stood there and watched." Lisa remembered the strange trance that came over her, forgetting all about the world around her: her studies, her upcoming exams, her future career, her unpaid bills. All of it was simply washed away by the sexual depravity she witnessed. "I don't think you are quite like your mother, Lisa. You are not quite as twisted, but your mother definitely repressed part of you. Eventually, it will start coming back and look for a release. Lisa said nothing. There was truth in Eric's words, but she wasn't sure she liked the implications. "Did you know she actually found me?" he continued, "We didn't just start dating, you know? She actually found me online and approached me. She said she was looking for a dominant man, to feed her darker fantasies, which I was more then happy to do. It's rare to meet a woman that is such a mix of conflicting emotions. Makes it more interesting to push her limits, because half of her wants nothing more then to stop, while the other half just wants more." "And I'm not exactly the first she approached. This has been going for a long time," he said, "Even back when your father was still alive." The words hit Lisa like a fist in her stomach. The idea of her mother cruising the web looking for sex -- perverted sex at that -- was enough to make her dizzy. But the idea of her mother cheating! Her father, her sweet father! She felt her face turn red, her breathing was ragged and her hands were shaking. It couldn't be true! Eric seemed to get a mild amusement out of the reaction his words were having on her. "I know it must be a hard pill to swallow, Lisa, but your mother has been lying to you and everyone for a very long time. But I happen to have my ways of getting the truth out of women." Then he smiled at her and for a moment Lisa felt like she was in the presence of the devil himself. "Do you want to see how?" he asked, "I have more plans for your mother tonight. She has been getting sloppy lately, so it's about time for an attitude adjustment. I told her to get dressed properly this time. So Lisa...do you want to see your mother get punished?" Part of Lisa was still shocked by all that Eric had told her. Part of her wanted to run away, back to her college life which suddenly seemed so straightforward and simple. Then a part of her wanted to see her mother, her lying cheating control-freak of a mother, get punished. Lisa didn't say anything. Taking her silence for agreement, Eric got up and walked out of the room. Seconds later he was banging his fist on her mother's door. "Why on earth aren't you dressed yet?" he barked, "I told you thirty minutes ago!" There was no answer and Lisa heard the bedroom-door fly open "This is your last chance, Michelle. You are already in for some serious trouble. If I have to tell you again, things are going to get real nasty. So get dressed and get your ass out here!" "She will be here shortly," he said to Lisa, as he walked back in and sat back down. He was right: several minutes later, Lisa watched her mother walk back into the living room. Part of her looked like the woman she remembered. She wore a expensive, blue dress that almost reached her knees and that accentuated her womanly features. Her long hair hung loose and her make-up was subtle. But it wasn't entirely her old mother. Lisa could see her mother didn't wear a bra, causing her full breasts to move around with every step she took. On her feet were black stiletto heels, the kind of shoes Lisa had only ever seen before in porn. Then her mother's eyes fell on Lisa and her face froze. "She is going to watch again," Eric informed her, before she could say a word, "It's about time this family learns some honesty." He laughed at his own words. Her mother's face was cold as ice when she stared at Lisa. Lisa shot her a faint smile and said nothing. Then her mother turned to Eric. "Eric, please! Please...." she begged. They stared at each other for several seconds, before Lisa could see her mother break and look away "Take off your panties," Eric told her, "I guess that mouth of yours can't be trusted yet." Lisa watched in silence as her mother fumbled under her dress and pulled down her panties: a white see-through thong. Eric took them from her hands. "Open," he ordered. He pressed the thong into her mouth, then slapped her face. "This isn't going to work, Michelle," he told her, " They are too small to shut you up. You really shouldn't dress like such a whore, Michelle. What kind of example are you setting to your child?" Eric grabbed a roll of black tape from a drawer. With trained movements, he quickly taped off her mouth, then pulled her arms behind her back and secured them in place. He pressed her to her knees, in front of the couch, then pressed her head into the fabric. Lisa felt herself drawn back in the trance she had experienced earlier that night. For a moment, she recalled Eric's words: perversion is like a drug. He had been right: she wanted to see the depravity again. And part of her wanted him to be even rougher with her mother this time. "First, you are going to pay the price for your behaviour earlier," Eric said, " Then we will see if you can finally tell your daughter the truth about yourself. Do we understand each other?" It was a thing, long, wooden cane. "Never seen one before?" he asked Lisa. She shook her head. "Then watch and learn. And don't worry; she secretly likes it." He pushed up her mother's dress, exposing her bare ass and with the flick of his wrist, he made the cane come down on defenceless flesh . The impact product a stinging sound that filled the room and made Lisa's eyes twitch. Her mother yelped as the strike left a thin red mark on her ass. "This is just punishment for your terrible behaviour earlier," Eric commented. The cane came down again, this time harder; another muffled scream. "We will get to questioning later." Lisa watched as Eric continued his barrage of strokes. Occasionally, he would pause for a few seconds or lightly tap her ass with the cane. Lisa could only imagine the pain Eric's barrage was causing her mother. After every stroke, muffled sounds came from her mouth, but they weren't quite what Lisa had expected. They weren't just from the pain; there was something else there. In between the cries were little moans of pleasure. Eric lifted her mother's head from the couch, allowing Lisa to see her eyes. There was shame and humiliation, but in the background they were twitching with excitement. Lisa realised Eric was right: part her mother actually enjoyed this kind of treatment. By now the red marks were spread all over her skin in a sadistic pattern and Eric seemed content with the results of his effort. "That should do it for now," he said, half to himself. He pulled Lisa's mother up by her hair and put his face close to hears. "Earlier today, I did promise to make you cum, didn't I?" There was the slightest nod of agreement. "Now you really haven't earned it, Michelle, but you will get a chance to make up for it. I want you to tell your daughter the truth: about what you are, about what you have been doing all your life. If you do so, I might just let you cum. If not, I will take the cane for another round until you comply." He pushed her back onto the couch, face up, then yanked the tape of her mouth in one quick motion. Her mother spat out the panties and coughed. "Spread your legs, slut" Eric ordered and she quickly obeyed. For the first time, Lisa got a full look at her mother's pussy. It was...bigger then she had expected. But then again, the woman had given birth to three children. Then Lisa noticed something else: her mother was getting wet. Then seconds later, she realised: so was she. Eric slowly took the belt out of his pants and doubled it over. He slapped his own palm a few times and smiled. Then, without warning, he swung the belt through the air made the end of the leather strap come down between legs of the woman in front of him. The sound of the impact made Lisa twitch. Her mother screamed, this time a scream of pure pain. Right after, Eric slid two fingers into her pussy. They went in without any resistance and Eric slowly moved them in and out. Almost immediately, Lisa could see her mother's breathing intensify. "You like this, don't you Michelle?" Eric asked. There was no response, her lips pressed together as she tried to maintain some form of control. Eric made her regret it as he pulled his hand away and made the belt come down again, three times in rapid succession. More screams. "I'll ask you again," he repeated, "Do you like to be treated this way?" "Y-yes..." she . Eric rewarded her, by inserting his fingers again and slowly Lisa watched mystified at the way his fingers did their work. Eric seemed to know exactly what he was doing, where to touch, when to increase his pace, when to slow down. She felt herself getting flustered. Up until this point, this kind of pleasure never existed in her world. And now that it was there, right in front of her eyes, she realised she wanted part of it. "You like this and have from a very young age," Eric continued, calm and matter-of-factly, "It just builds up and up, until it needs a release. It's the only way you get off, isn't that right, Michelle?" "Yes...." she muttered in response. "You looked me up online, to play these kind of games with you. And I'm not exactly the first either." A short hesitation, followed by several more blows of the belt.Lisa watched on in amazement as her mother's pussy was turning bright red. It didn't seem to stop her from enjoying Eric's fingers though. "Yes...," her mother finally said, her face a strange mixture of conflicting emotions. "And you cheated on Lisa's father when he was still alive. And he found out, didn't he?" Lisa saw her mother hesitate again. Eric immediately made her regret it and the belt came down several times more. "Yes...yes....I did...," her mother said, averting her eyes from Lisa. Something snapped inside Lisa and her mind was flooded with anger. How could she do this to dad? The bitch! The fucking bitch! Eric, in the mean time, was continuing to work his fingers over her mother's pussy, as though nothing had happened. He was going faster, his thumb rubbing over her clit. Lisa could see her mother was getting close, her neck arching, her eyes rolling back inside her skull. "Just a little more, right Michelle? You want to come?" Eric said, as his pace slowed down. "Yes!," she shouted, "Oh yes, please!" Suddenly, Eric stopped and turned to Lisa. "Should I let her come?" he asked her. Lisa knew what he was doing. He was trying to draw her into the perverted games he was playing with her mother and make her part of it. Yet she didn't care; she felt something else now, something born from the anger. For the first time in her life, she felt power over another human being. And not just anyone, but her mother who had controlled every aspect of her life for so many years and tried to form her into something she wasn't capable of being herself. "No," Lisa said and found herself smiling. She looked at her mother, who pressed her lips together and shot her a look of hopelessness, before her eyes turned away. "You heard her," Eric said and gave her pussy a final slap with the leather, "No orgasm for you tonight. But just because you are not getting off, doesn't mean I shouldn't." He dropped his pants, revealing his massive erection.