Anthony sat up in his bed, his gaze fixed on his visitors. Yvonne McNamara was in her early thirties, her face framed by soft blond tresses and dominated by her light blue eyes and pale lips. She was dressed in a silvery jacket and a matching knee length skirt, with a white blouse beneath the unbuttoned jacket. A black belt secured the skirt while her legs were covered in white stockings and her feet rested in a pair of white heels.
To her side stood her 10 year old son, Patrick, who was still dressed in his school uniform. The neat grey shorts, white school shirt, grey socks and black shoes complimented the shyness that shone in his light brown eyes. His red hair had been neatly combed, but somewhere since then it had been ruffled, making the boy seem even more vulnerable.
Yvonne was the granddaughter of his mentor and old friend, Seamus McNamara. After her parents had died in a horrific accident, her grandfather had taken her in and raised her with all that he had possessed. He had died a broken man after she had turned her back on him, running away with an older business man after she had stolen most of his money.
Anthony would rather have had nothing do to with her ever again, but he had made a promise to Seamus on his deathbed that he would help her if she needed it. She certainly didn’t deserve it, but he had agreed to hear her out when she had phoned him yesterday.
“What is the problem?” he asked curtly. He could tell by the nervous look in her eyes and the occasional nibbling of her lower lip that she was distressed.
“Mr. Walker... I divorced Iain a few months ago... He was having an affair,” she started with difficulty, before drawing a breath and continuing: “His girlfriend... Ekaterina... She hates us. Since the divorce there have been... incidents. I have no proof, but... There are men following us around, going to the children’s school... Phone calls, things thrown through windows... Threats... I think she wants to get rid of us...”
Anthony did not doubt that the fear in her voice was genuine. “Get the police,” he said shortly, annoyed that she making him feel anything but disgust for her.
She flinched at the venom in his voice, but she replied determinately: “Ekaterina is rich in her own right and Iain is loaded with cash. The police have no interest in helping us, no matter whom I speak to.”
“If that is the case, what am I supposed to do?” asked Anthony bitterly.
Tears started to gather in those light blue orbs. “I have nowhere else to turn. Granddad always said if I was in danger, I should call this number... Your number. He said that you would have a way out, no matter what...”
“You think I’ll help you after what you did to him?” he shouted, cold fire burning in his green eyes.
“Then don’t help me. Help them, my sons... His great-grandsons... They don’t deserve this.” Shaking her head, tears streamed down her pale cheeks. “I am to blame. I hurt granddad. I am the screw-up. But my babies...” She looked at her son, who was responding to his mother’s distress by latching onto her side. “They’ve done nothing wrong. Help them, please.”
Anthony’s head was starting to hurt. Hate, disgust and pity swirled inside of him. He didn’t need to use his power to see that she was being completely honest. Trying to get a handle on his feelings, he asked, “Why did you do that to him?”
There was only one possible person that he was referring to. “I was a spoiled brat. Granddad gave me everything I wanted. Somewhere... I strayed. It all became about me, about what I wanted... Iain was powerful, intoxicating... Not warm and soft like granddad... I wanted to be possessed by him, to feel that power...” Putting an arm around her son, she explained softly as the tears streamed down her face.
He shook his head in disgust. “You speak of sons. Where are the others?”
“Neil is at sports. Patrick... doesn’t really like sports,” she replied, gaining control over her emotions.
Due to his promise, it wasn’t as if Anthony could deny her request. But a part of him, a dark part, hungered for revenge. He wanted this cunt to hurt, to feel broken like his friend had done. Then a dark thought came to him. If she liked being overwhelmed so much...
“What are you prepared to pay for your sons?”
She could sense that he wasn’t talking about money, that there was something dark behind the request. “Anything... Everything,” she said without hesitation, knowing that she would go as far as she needed for her babies.
“We’ll see about that. Strip,” he said simply.
Yvonne had anticipated that it would come to this. After all, she didn’t really possess anything else with which to bargain with. But she couldn’t do it in front of her son. The thought was so shocking that for a moment she just froze. By the time she came back to reality, she realised that Patrick had left her side. Turning her head, she watched in disbelief as her shy son started to undress himself in the company of his mother and a complete stranger.
The young boy bent down and quickly untied his shoes, which he then proceeded to kick off of his feet. Without any hesitation he unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts, which obeyed gravity and slid down his thin legs to pool at his feet. Unbuttoning the top three buttons of his shirt, he pulled the garment off, leaving him clad in only a dark blue pair of briefs and his socks.
She moved towards him to try and stop him, but as she reached out a hand he nimbly danced backwards, leaving his shorts on the ground. Looking into his eyes, she saw that he wasn’t himself, that there was something unnatural in his brown orbs. Turning back to Anthony, her eyes wide with fright, she asked: “Are you...?”
He simply nodded.
“But what...?”
“Listen and listen well. I can solve your problem, just like your grandfather promised. But you will prove to me that you would do anything for your sons, that there is something good in you.”
“Don’t involve Patrick...”
His eyes were cold. “You brought him here, trying to gain my sympathy. So you involved him from the start.” She could not deny her intentions. “But this way, he won’t suffer for it. He will remember nothing; he will not have to see his mother for what she really is.”
Looking back at Patrick, she saw that he was standing still, a content smile on his face that filled his eyes with unnatural light. The only thing that he still wore was his socks, his flaccid hairless dick and the small smooth scrotum hanging beneath it exposed to her gaze. Despite the smile on his face, he looked so defenceless with his thin hairless chest and tummy that she felt ashamed that she had involved him in this.
There were many things in this situation that she did not understand, but Anthony’s power was clear. If debasing herself, for she was sure that the old man would not stop with her merely stripping, got her sons safe, then she would play along. She needed to get this over and done, to get Patrick away from this.
Facing the old man, she stepped out of her heels and moved her hands to her belt, unbuckling it and then unzipping her skirt. Blushing, she pulled the skirt down, the tails of her blouse protecting her modesty for the moment. She started to pull down her right stocking, but Anthony stopped her with, “Leave them.”
Not wanting to argue, she stepped out of the skirt and quickly removed her jacket. This she followed up by unbuttoning the top buttons of her blouse with fumbling fingers. Removing her blouse, she was left standing in her stockings, a frilly white lace bra and a matching pair of panties.
Anthony mock-whistled as he beheld her slim body; her covered breasts and flat abdomen moving rapidly as she struggled to control herself. “I see, you came here with the intention of getting fucked. At least you understand what you are worth.”
She seethed at his remarks, but she closed her eyes and clenched her teeth as she fought to control herself. This was the price. Working quickly, lest she lose her courage, she unhooked her bra, removed it and then rapidly pulled her panties down to her feet. Stepping out of them, she visibly fought the urge to cover herself and was finally able to stand with her hands at her sides.
She tried to control her breathing as she felt the blush spread from her face down her shoulders to her chest. Keeping her eyes closed, she waited as Anthony looked over her body, drinking in the sight of her firm smooth breasts and their hardened pink nipples, as well as the strip of blond curls that adorned her sex.
“Now, get on your back, legs spread. You know the position.”
She did as he requested, the coral pink insides of her cunt, the hood of her clit and her dark pink ring of muscle below lewdly exposed between her spread firm smooth buttocks and thighs. During this humiliation, she had almost forgotten about Patrick’s presence, but reality came crashing down as her son straddled her stomach, his pelvis and limp penis bumping the undersides of her breasts.
“Seeing as you forced him into this, I think it is only fair that your son gets a chance to fuck those useless fat bags. And I know this is making you oh so hot, so get your fingers in that cunt.”
Patrick still wore that contented smile as he started to pump his hips. Starting to cry, she whispered, “Forgive me.” With that, she used her left hand to push her breasts together, making a soft passage for her son’s cock to slip into. Under Anthony’s control, the boy started to hump his mother’s breasts ever faster, his small hairless dick filling with blood as the soft mammaries were wrapped around it. Crying in disgust and humiliation, she took her right hand and started to rub her furred sex. Her humiliation only deepened as she felt how aroused she had become, her fingers becoming wet as her cunt lubricated itself. She could scarcely believe it as she started to moan, her fingers drumming against her throbbing clit as her son fucked her cleavage.
Suddenly Patrick slipped out from her cleavage and stood up, walking over to Anthony. With no hesitation, the boy pulled down the old man’s bed sheet, revealing Anthony’s naked body. The old pervert merely made a come-hither motion at her. Frustrated, her clit aching for relief, she stood up and walked towards him.
“Now, you’re going to get me ready with your mouth. While you are doing that, you are going to keep your son hard with slow strokes. You are going to be thoroughly fucked and while I see that your cunt is dripping, it would be in your best interest to get your shitter in the same condition. Do you understand?”
She nodded, resigned to her fate. Wanting to disappear from his gaze, she bent her waist and lowered her face towards his hardening penis that lay on a mass of white pubic hair. Using her right hand, she grasped his cock and pulled it up gently. Giving it a few slow strokes, she parted her pale lips and enveloped the purple head, licking it as it entered her hot wet mouth. Taking it into her oral cavity as much as she could, she started to suck on it as she moved her right hand back over the curve of her firm ass to gather fluid from her dripping snatch. As she moved her fingers up and started to rub her anus, she used her left hand to slowly stroke Patrick’s wilting penis.
It was difficult to keep a steady pace with her strokes, as she had to concentrate on lathering the old man’s cock with her tongue and lubricating her back passage with her own arousal. Of course, the humiliation was also making her clit throb with ever more need.
Anthony was moaning as she sucked on his prick, her tongue licking his piss slit and over his fraenulum.
“Stop!” he gasped.
As much as she wanted him to come, to get some measure of revenge, he had involuntarily added a pulse of power to his command. She froze, her movements and even her train of thought stopping instantly.
Released from his power, she blinked in surprise as she realised that Anthony’s cock had disappeared from her mouth, while her left hand was also no longer wrapped around her son’s small dick. “Get up here. Turn around so I don’t have to see your pathetic face.”
Obeying his command, she climbed onto the bed and straddled his upper thighs, her smooth back and round firm ass filling his gaze, his hard penis resting against her crack.
“Get my cock in your ass, now!” Leaning on her left hand, she lifted her hips while grasping his prick with her right hand. Taking a deep breath, having done this with her traitorous ex husband before, she relaxed her sphincter and let gravity assist her as she slowly took his penis up her ass. They both moaned as she filled herself, her passage resisting even with the copious lubrication, the tight heat making their nerves burn with pleasure.
“Now, keep your legs spread and lean back, it’s time for you to give your son some relief.” She struggled to fight back the tears as she felt her cunt clench and her clit throb in expectation of Patrick filling her, driving his young cock in and out of her. Moving her arms backwards, she leaned back on them, thrusting out her bouncing breasts with their diamond hard pink peaks as she slowly rode the cock in her ass.
As Patrick climbed onto the end of the bed with his small hard dick bobbing in the air, she spread her stocking covered legs wide. He settled between her thighs and with no warning, buried himself to the hilt in her. She gasped in pleasure as he filled her channel, his smooth rod bumping against her inflamed clit. Wasting no time, her son started to fuck her in earnest, his hips smashing against hers. His childish moans sounded so perverse, but she couldn’t help but meet his thrusts with her own, her walls clenching around his small cock.
The harder she fucked her son, the harder she started to fuck Anthony. Soon the old man was grunting in pleasure as her tight rectum milked his prick, her ring of muscle squeezing him every now and then. It was a delightful sight, the bitch who had caused his friend so much misery was moaning like a wanton whore as a stranger fucked her ass and her son filled her cunt at the same time.
Patrick’s moans turned into screams as the pleasure from his mother’s tight warm vagina milking him overwhelmed his virgin body. With a grunt, he buried himself in his birth passage and filled his mother with his incestuous seed.
She moaned in frustration as the warmth spreading into her womb wasn’t enough to set her off. Seeking that release, she continued to fuck him and in doing so continued to ride the cock in her ass. Her pleasure was building like a wave, but it didn’t want to peak. Patrick suddenly latched onto her left nipple with his mouth and started to pinch and knead her left with his fingers, she started to gasp as her pleasure grew. The new sensations drove her hips into a frenzy, making Anthony grunt ever louder as the incredible feeling of fucking her guts was transmitted from his penis into his soul. Concerned about interference and luckily not having to control a second person, he cast a portion of his power at the door, to keep the nurses away.
With the resilience of a young boy, Patrick’s young dick was soon coming to life again where it rested in his mother’s flooded cunt. As she felt her son becoming hard again, bumping against her walls as she fucked him, she started to grunt, feeling the wave about to peak. Anthony himself felt that he was close, the pleasure so strong he was having difficulty thinking. Deciding to end it, he gave a few mental commands to the boy.
With droplets of sweat running down their bodies, Patrick used his fingers to savagely twist her one nipple, while he bit her other one with his teeth. Immediately she orgasmed, the fire of pleasure spreading through her nerves and burning through her mind, making her give a silent scream as she was overwhelmed. Her pelvic muscles clenched, making her partners crash into their own orgasms. For the second time her womb was filled with warm incestuous sperm as her son’s body spasmed in pleasure, his small dick jerking again and again as bliss claimed him. In her darkest orifice, streams of pearly semen erupted from Anthony’s dick, filling her intestines as he grunted in ecstasy, electricity dancing up and down his body and into his soul.
He was exhausted, but Anthony wasn’t yet finished with his revenge. “Stand next to the bed!” he croaked, his throat dry.
The boy, still under his control, had no hesitation in slipping out of his mother with a ‘plop’ and climbing off of the bed. He stood next to the bed, his young dick flaccid, covered in his sperm and his mother’s fluids. Yvonne moved at a much slower pace, her mind fuzzy, but she eventually got off of the bed. Swaying as she struggled to stand still, her blond hair plastered to her sweaty skin and droplets of sweat dripped from her abused nipples that capped her heaving breasts. As he watched, a glob of her son’s seed flowed out of her cunt and joined the mix of pearly spunk that streamed down her thighs and darkened her stockings.
“What do you want now?” whined the tired woman.
Anthony reached out to his bedside table and removed a piece of paper and his pen from it. He started to write and, without looking at her, spoke, “These are the details that I require and the necessary contact links. Do everything as I had outlined it here and the problem will be solved by the end of the week.”
She looked relieved until he continued, “But I think you enjoyed that far too much, judging by your moaning. So demonstrate one final act of atonement and then you can go.”
A range of emotions played across her face: anger, humiliation and finally resignation. “What?” she asked, defeated.
“Take the sperm leaking from your fuck holes and give yourself a nice facial,” he replied with a dark smile.
For many moments she simply stared, her mind too overwhelmed to function after every humiliation that had been heaped on her. In the end it was Anthony’s act of putting the paper on the bedside table that sparked action.
Squatting down, she used her right hand to gather semen from her gaping asshole and her left to capture it from her dripping cunt. With no emotion visible on her face, she took her filled hands and started to smear the contents over her face and into her already matted hair.
While she was doing this, she saw Patrick walk over to Anthony and start to clean the older man’s cock with his small pink tongue. She started to object, but she was silenced by a look from those green eyes. Numb, she reached back down with her hands and gathered fresh collections.
As the boy cleaned his cock of sperm and his mother’s bowels with his wet tongue, Anthony watched as Yvonne’s face and hair became shiny with a mix of his and her son’s pearly spunk. Sighing in relief, the old man let the boy’s mouth and throat fill with his bitter acrid piss. Under his control, the boy didn’t react as he swallowed every drop of the fluid.
Looking at the emptiness that filled her eyes as he emptied his bladder in her son’s mouth, streaks of sperm drying across her face, he decided that his revenge was done.
True to Anthony’s word, Patrick would remember nothing specific. He would only remember that his time in the hospice had been a blast. The boy was currently quietly snoring next to her in the car as she drove to pick up his brother. But even though Anthony had never had her under his control, except for that brief moment where he had had to stop her from making him come in her mouth, he had implanted a few suggestions while she was getting dressed.
These suggestions wouldn’t work if he had used his power, as he could only change memory associations, which was a very non-specific change. But as she had willingly created her memories, he could manipulate them to a much greater degree.
As she drove, she seethed at what she had suffered due to the old pervert. He had not allowed her to take her underwear, so her skirt and her seat was becoming soaked with the semen that still poured out of her. She also hadn’t been allowed to take her blouse, so her sore nipples were constantly rubbing against the coarse material of her buttoned up jacket. Even though she had agreed to pay the price, it had been too much. How could she ever look her son in the eyes again, how could she ever allow him to ever give her a hug again?
If she hadn’t been so late to pick up Neil, she could at least have removed the filth from her face. Her thoughts were becoming unstable, her indignation taking control...
As she ran the red light, Anthony’s suggestions took hold. Slowing down, her mind reworked the associations that her memories held. By the next block, she was smiling gently as she watched her darling boy sleeping out of the corner of her eyes, her heart filling with warmth simply at the sight of him. Her humiliation had been extreme, but it had been her fault... And Mr. Walker’s... But he had taught her a lesson.
She loved her sons so much; the fact that she had been debased was only a sign of how much she loved them. The spunk that decorated her face and dripped out of her was of no concern. Her sons would now be safe, as soon as she followed Mr. Walker’s instructions.
As she neared the school, she opened her jacket, baring her bare breasts. It felt so much better. Arriving at the school, she saw that Neil wasn’t finished yet. Looking at Patrick, overcome with love, she reached into his opened fly and grasped his sticky dick. She wondered if she should quickly clean it...
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