Lately Mary had begun wondering about herself, about her own mind. Maybe she was going crazy.
It seemed like all she could think about these days was sex. Whenever she looked at her husband Danny, all she saw was his cock. Every day when she came home from work, the instant she opened the door and had the first whiff of the inside of her house, she thought she smelled sex. Even when she looked at her innocent nineteen year old twin daughters, it seemed like all she saw was sex. They oozed sex. They smelled of sex. The whole damn household reeked of sex.
It was the hormones. Mary was convinced of that. In the months before the doctor diagnosed her as suffering from a freakish form of premature menopause, Mary had noticed a definite slacking off of her sex drive. She still loved Danny, and she loved having sex with him, but the zip seemed to have gone out of things. Danny never said anything, but she herself had noticed that he was mainly the one who had initiated sex. She never turned him down when he asked for it, but if left to herself, she just wasn't in the mood any more.
After the doctor put her on all those medications, though, everything changed. The hodge podge that he prescribed to her included vitamin supplements, various Chinese and South American herbs, and a plethora of other stuff. Vitamin E and retinol-related stuff for her skin tone. Spirulina seaweed capsules for . . . something or other. Mary couldn't remember. And the hormones. Mary was on so many hormone supplements that she couldn't keep track of them all.
Mary wondered whether it was the hormones that were making her think about sex all the time. From being in a position where her husband was the one who was always asking for sex, suddenly it was Mary herself who was horny. Horny all the time.
Her horniness seemed to even affect the way she saw the things around her. Everything - EVERYTHING - she saw in the house seemed to make her think about sex. Everything reminded her of sex. Everything seemed filled with sexual innuendo. Everything seemed charged with sexual content. Even her two lovely daughters.
Mary knew it was her imagination. She knew that there was nothing improper going on in her household. It was just the hormones making her see things that weren't there and forcing interpretations onto her that she knew were ridiculous.
Monday was a perfect example of the problems that she was having. That day, she arrived home from work at around 6 PM as usual. As had become her habit, the first thing she did after entering the house was take out the hard contact lenses that she'd begun wearing when the hormone supplements started. The mixture of medications had led to a worsening of her vision, but the doctor assured her that in a few months, the effects would wear off and she'd have her regular vision back. In the meantime, though, only hard contact lenses were capable of correcting her eye problems. The lenses were so uncomfortable, though, that her eyes ached by the time she got home from work. Most days, she took out the lenses as soon as she walked in the door, then placed a warm wet wash cloth over her eyes to soothe them. Ten or twenty minutes of lying back in an easy chair with the warm compass covering her eyes did wonders to soothe her after a long day wearing those damn contact lenses.
That Monday was typical. When Mary entered the house, the first thing she saw was her husband Danny, sitting on the couch. Splayed across his lap was her nineteen year old daughter, Jenna. Jenna's skirt was hiked up around her waist and her panties had been pulled down to her knees, exposing her bare, now reddened, ass. Danny was spanking her.
"Oh, yeah, Daddy!" Jenna screamed. "Spank me! Punish me!"
Danny looked up briefly and smiled and waved hello at Mary, then went back to work spanking the shit out of the voluptuous little nineteen year old. "You little bitch!" he cried as he smacked Mary's daughter again. Mary, standing just inside the doorway, flinched a little at the sound of Danny's palm slapping against the girl's bare bottom. "How dare you disobey your Daddy!"
"I'll be good, Daddy! I'll be so good! I'll give you everything you want! Tell me what you want, Daddy!"
Mary's hands shivered slightly as she removed her contacts and put them carefully into a small plastic container that she kept on the mantle. She had long ago given up trying to figure out why Danny was spanking her daughter. It always seemed to be some trivial infraction, like dropping a pen or spilling a few drops of milk on the counter.
Sometimes, it seemed to Mary as if Jenna purposely spilled things, then smiled slyly as her stepfather grabbed her by the wrist and slung her over his lap for yet another spanking.
Mary had to admit, though, that the spankings seemed to have an effect. When Jenna had first arrived in their household after living with her father in Indonesia, she'd had a bit of an attitude problem. But regular spankings from Danny changed her. These days, she was more compliant, especially toward Danny. She did anything her stepfather wanted.
Anything.
Sometimes it seemed to Mary that Jenna's subservience to her new stepfather was a little extreme but, again, Mary was sure that was just the hormones affecting her judgment.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Jenna screamed. Mary looked over at the scene, squinting now that her contacts had been removed. She saw the general outlines of Jenna with her ass in the air, giggling and humping up and down on her step daddy's crotch.
The spankings were almost a daily occurrence. Several times a week, Mary came home to find her teenage daughter lying face down on her husband's lap, her back arched and her ass in the air, screaming for More Spankings! Harder, Daddy, Harder! Harder! Harder! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! At the end of the spankings, Jenna always looked completely disheveled, her hair tangled and hanging in her face, her panties bunched around her ankles. Most disturbing to Mary, Jenna's blouse was usually in disarray as well: her buttons were all unbuttoned, her bra was hanging loosely around her neck, and her large F-cup breasts were completely exposed. If Mary didn't know better, she'd think her daughter had just been fucked.
It was a good thing, Mary reflected, that no strangers ever saw Jenna in such disarray. They might get the wrong idea. Luckily, only Mary herself and, of course, the girl's stepfather, saw Jenna in such a state.
"More, Daddy! Spank me some more! I'm such a naughty little bitch! Spank your little bitch, Daddy!" Jenna screamed.
She looked her mother in the eye and smirked. She raised herself on her elbows, then wiggled her shoulders, causing those huge, bare, dangling breasts to wobble in front of her mother's eyes.
The sight of Jenna's big tits was upsetting to Mary. When Mary had been younger, she'd developed large breasts much earlier than other girls in her class. Her large endowments gave her higher status among the other girls and boys in her school. Other girls were jealous but deferential - not that it mattered much, since Mary mostly hung out with the science nerds and the Star Trek fan club, which she was president of.
Ever since then, Mary unconsciously took it for granted that large breasted women were more important and took precedence over smaller breasted women. She hadn't thought much about it being unfair or strange, since after all, she had 36DD tits. People tend not to think twice about unfair systems if they're the ones who benefit from them. Mary just thought it was nice to be the person that men noticed first when she walked into a room.
