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I relaxed into a horrified stupor, my limbs going soft with the realization that this was it; this was the end. My eternal destiny was in that warehouse, and it would be every-bit as terrible as the worst Wes Craven movie. REBECCA I always thought Daniel and Emily were half-siblings. I’d conceived each of them in a bondage gangbang (directed by none other than Lucy herself) and always regretted not knowing which men fathered them. It was a joy to know that my children were both fully-fledged siblings, and the offspring of the woman I loved. My master. “No fucking way.” Daniel said, his face wrought with horror. He still couldn’t accept what he’d done, and he was having an even harder time accepting who he was. “Don’t flatter yourself, Danny-boy, I have thousands of bastards.” Lucy sneered, her fist digging into me. I gasped, my legs growing weaker with every inch she invaded. “You tortured me!” Daniel exclaimed, “You ate my ass! You sucked my dick! ” “Didn’t I say no one sucks cock like a mother does her son?” Lucy smirked, lathering her lips, “I hope it holds true for daddy as well; I’d hate to be the black sheep of the family.” “You sick fuck!” “I’m getting awfully sick of your hypocrisy, Danny-boy.” Lucy frowned, “After all, you’re the one who wants to fuck his sister.” “What?” I said, barely registering the conversation. Oh, the way Lucy’s knuckles pressed into my anal flesh…. “That’s right,” Lucy grinned at me, “Our son wants to fuck our daughter. You raised him just… perfectly.” “For you.” I said, though we both know it was a lie. I was getting desperate, dangling at the end of her fist, “Please!” I begged, gasping the words, “I have done all that you have asked!” “But I want more,” Lucy growled, turning me to face her, “You should know by now, Becky, that I always want MORE!” And she pulled her fist out of me, turning me inside-out once more. I screamed in abject agony and euphoria, but my master did not give me a chance to enjoy it. My hands were shackled together behind my back, and my ankles were shackled to Daniel’s, my feet standing atop his, my calves pressed to his shins. I teetered for a moment, then fell backward, the backs of my knees overlapping his kneecaps, and I landed in the only spot I could. My son pierced me, his cock driving my budded anus back inside me, burrowing fiercely into my sinful depths. My chest shot forward, my breasts jiggling forth atop my heaving diaphragm, my lungs giving air to a primal scream. Daniel moaned behind me, taken by the tightness of his penetration. I loved to hear him moan. I tightened my anal muscles around him, trying to milk my baby-boy with my tight filth, savoring every bump and vein that pulsed against my thin, nerve-swathed sheath. I turned over my indian shoulder to look at him, my expression wrought with gratitude. “I’m just a filthy whore, Daniel.” I said hoarsely, “I can be your filthy whore if you want.” “Mom…” Daniel groaned, unable to stop himself from grabbing my supple cheeks, and spreading to see how deep he was in my ass. “No shame.” I breathed, spreading both our legs, “I’m a sick, masochistic slut, and you’re a degenerate. It’s just what you are.” “What he is, is a fucking pussy.” Lucy laughed in front of me, taking me by the thighs, “But I guess that should be expected, not having a father and all.” She grinned over my shoulder at my -at our - son, “Fortunately, I’m of the belief that it’s never too late for family.” I thought she’d take my empty womanhood, but she didn’t. No, she pressed her tip to the base of Daniel’s shaft, and allowed me a single second with which I could come to the horrible realization. “Master, wait, I… oh… uh… ah… AAAAAAH!” My head flung back, my hair whipping in arc, my eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. Lucy’s tip dilated my already-stretched sphincter, turning the circle into a tortuous oval so that she could stuff herself inside me beside my son. I mouthed soundlessly, my hands turned to claws, my entire body rigid in pure, perfect agony. Lucy bit her lip as she forced the last of herself inside, elevating me momentarily between their shafts, before my rim couldn’t hold taut any longer, and gave out, causing me to slide slowly and agonizingly down, taking every inch of both. There was one Silver Fox on each tit and another one sitting on her face. They rode the elevator down to the lobby. 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