Session 3
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A new package arrived today.
I didn't ask for it. It just came in the mail. Actually, fucked up enough, Dad was the one to hand it to me.
"You got something from...Katie?" He read.
For some reason, it didn't register at first. I didn't know a Katie. The last package was unmarked.
"From 312 College Drive," he continued, reading the return address.
His face got real funny when he read the address. He almost didn't hand it to me. But in the end, he swallowed and forked it over.
Oh shit. That was the moment it hit me. Another toy was in the box and Dad was the one giving it to me. Fuck. This was getting out of hand.
"Thanks," I muttered and pretty much raced back to my room, feeling his gaze on my back the whole way.
I slammed the door shut and logged into Discord. One single missed message. Again, no text but a picture, instead. It showed a spread eagle pussy, but not like a clean one. This one was a jungle, and the pubic hair was all matted over and stuck against her skin. It just looked greasy, like she hadn't showered in a while.
I couldn't see her vagina, though. Like, clearly it was gaped open, but there was a big black round...uh...button in the way. Maybe some kind of a cap? A weird dildo? At any rate, some kind of thing plugging it.
I gulped and opened the box. There in the center, nestled around some bubble wrap was some kind of crooked dildo-looking thing. It had four round bulbs encircling its girth. The bulbs got progressively bigger the closer they got to the base, shockingly so. The last bulb attached to a shaft about half the diameter, but still, despite being half the diameter, the shaft was nearly as big around as an erect cock.
That shaft was a couple inches long, and on the end of it was the black button I saw in the pussy pic, I guess it acted as a kind of stopper to keep the dildo from sliding in all the way. And the most curious thing about it was that it curved upward, way more than a banana or something.
And last, but definitely not least, there was a handwritten note. The flamboyant, wholly girly penmanship read: "I marinated this for two days. It is unwashed. My juices are dried to it. I want another video. PS, Here's a fun fact for you: If your anus stretches wider than 3 inches, it will be permanently gaped. The last bulb measures 3.1 inches."
"...um..." My Discord reply was not eloquent.
Once again, she replied almost immediately: "Gape your asshole against Mom's thigh. Send proof."
That idea was a bit much to put it lightly. Yet, temporary insanity won out once again. "How do I send proof?"
"...good point. Figure it out."
It lingered on my mind as I taped up my cock for the night. I worked through various scenarios as I drifted asleep, which also had the side effect of making me dream about it, which had an even greater side effect on my libido in the morning.
In the end, I couldn't figure out a good way to send proof. So, I settled for the next best thing: I'd take another video of me inserting it (though, maybe only to the second bub, the last one was basically half a fist). And then I'd send her a secret snapshot of me sitting on Mom's lap again.
I thought I'd mix up the video a bit. She seemed to like those things if her gift was any indication. And this time, maybe I'd run her through my whole routine, taping up my cock and all?
I angled my webcam toward my bedroom door. And right behind my door, on the hinge side, I taped the bulbous butt-plug to the wall, right about waist height. It just hung there, beckoning me.
I could hear Mom and Dad down in the kitchen, Dad grabbing his coffee and heading off to work. Ever since these...adventures started, I'd been avoiding him and heading downstairs after he left for the day.
Here lately, there had only been a few moments of clarity, those times when my surging libido and heady rush faded. The post nut clarity. Though, unlike true post nut clarity, I hadn't orgasmed in a month.
I was swollen tight, my dick in an never-ending cycle of chafing redness and ghost kisses, my balls throbbing a constant shade of blue and oh-so-sensitive when they rested against Mom's leg. It was to the point that a pang would shoot through them every time she shifted position.
And, of course the odd erection cycles: being rock hard all day and flaccid as a baby turtle all night. Sometimes, my cock was barely poking out enough to wrap it, so I'd have to stretch it out taut and slender while wrapping it.
Suffice it to say, my headspace has been muddled.
And I've been trying to keep it that way. Those few moments of clarity, when all my libido drains away, I feel like the most disgusting slime, the biggest scum, a goddamn parasite, a fucking stain on the underwear of life.
I've been sexualizing my own mother, the woman who coddled me through all my years. I've been treating her like a piece of meat.
And even worse, I feel like I've been cheating my father with his wife, with my own mom--all without her knowledge.
Absolute degenerate.
A bout of sniffles later, the ghost kisses kicked back in, and I'm lost in a living fantasy once again. Then all that agony morphs into pleasure. More agony, more pleasure. And if I I didn't maintain the state of pleasure, the agony was...it was hopelessness, despair, apathy, and most of all, self-loathing.
It was fucked up.
The worst part was, other than showing a bit more cuddly affection, I have no idea if Mom even noticed what I was doing. Which should be good, but I really wanted her to notice. I just wanted her to see what I had been doing for her. I wanted her to want me the same way as that kid who was stuck in the dryer. I wanted her to do those things to me.
I turned on the webcam, then walked over to the door and hovered in front of the massive butt-plug. She, Katie, would be watching this. But once again, that thought didn't bring me as much pleasure as other thoughts.
Mom was downstairs in the kitchen. We were only separated by a single wall, and the whole reason I set up close to the door was because I wanted to be as close to her as possible while doing this. I wanted my ass to face her while I was entering myself, even if she didn't know.
I wasn't wearing a shirt, but I did have my gym shorts on.
I dropped them to my ankles, all in perfect view of the camera, and ripped the nighttime sleeve of duct tape off my cock. Ooo, it stung. I decided to wait to wrap my cock belt until after the dildo was inside me. Somehow, that excited me more.
Then, I noticed the kitchen went silent. Dad had left for the day. Normally this was about the time I'd head down for my lessons.
Instead, I massaged a spurt of lotion onto the wall cock and set the bottle down by my feet, next to my gym shorts. Then I bent clear over until I could touch my toes and eased myself back around the first bulb.
Thanks to, uh, passing the egg every night, I'd learned how to take this much. The second one stretched a bit, and the third, oh, it was about all I could manage. I spent an inordinate amount of time on that one.
When it got there, my ass cheeks had just began to smoosh into the wall.
And honestly, I'd lost track of time. Which was a huge mistake.
Knock, knock. "Kevin? Time to get up, Cubby."
Oh fuck. Mom was just on the other side of the door. I was pretty much pushing my ass against her. I put my hands on my knees, arched my back, and began to take the last bulb--the one that marked the point of no return.
