Meanwhile, at the Johnson's

Lars was sitting at home in his room and didn't know what to do. He knew that it was John who had made sure that he was punished for every little thing at home. But what bothered Lars more was that his parents were literally looking for a reason to punish him. But it wasn't just that, his parents also seemed to be very careless when they were around him. They knew he was there, but it happened damn often that his parents hurt him.

Just a few hours ago, he was walking down the hall, and his father opened a door just as Lars was about to pass it. Of course, Joe slammed the door with such **** that it knocked Lars to the ground when it hit him.

“Damn it, Dad,“ Lars swore, grunting in pain.

“Watch where you're going, and there's no swearing in this house.” Joe snapped, glaring at his son.

Lars sighed and nodded almost apathetically. He wondered how he could repay John, and whether he was able to do so at all. His mother was acting strangely too, and he had noticed that she had scheduled an appointment with a plastic surgeon, even though she didn't need to. But there was nothing he could do about that. But what bothered Lars the most was that John had robbed him of his masculinity. His dick was tiny, and he was ashamed of it. Nevertheless, what he found much worse was that his dick got hard as soon as he saw a reasonably attractive girl, and he was unable to hide it.

Joe, for his part, was sitting in the living room watching TV. He was trying to take his mind off things. His thoughts kept revolving around how his wife was being fucked by others. He couldn't believe it when he couldn't come lately. It didn't matter what he did to Marcy in bed. He even had to imagine Marcy being fucked by one of Lars' classmates to get an erection. To make matters worse, the occasions when he had sex with his wife were more of an ordeal than fun. At least Joe was able to cum again since the weekend, but he couldn't feel the relief of an orgasm. Besides, Marcy seemed more frustrated than satisfied when they made love for a while.

Marcy, on the other hand, was freaking out in the kitchen. She knew that John was behind it, unlike Joe, but she was unable to talk to him about it. In fact, she couldn't talk to anyone about it, and it was killing her. Her body was betraying her, and she was getting horny several times a day, but every time she started masturbating, her pussy went numb as soon as her pussy started to get wet. This led to her becoming more and more frustrated and irritable. Sex with Joe wasn't bad, but the orgasms she had were not much more than a drop in the ocean for her. It was almost as if it made her even more frustrated. Moreover, she now had to do everything that bitch Christina asked of her. Which she liked the least.

Marcy breathed as the memories of the previous weekend came back to her. She remembered how she had passionately enjoyed herself with the other mother, Lisa, while John watched them and gave them instructions. Even though she didn't want to admit it to herself, she found it arousing to get involved with Lisa. She was also sure that John hadn't done anything to make her feel that way. She remembered how John had ordered the two of them to lick each other and had made a competition out of it. The one who brought the other to orgasm first had promised John a small reward. A slight smile played around her lips as she remembered, and her hand mimicked the movements of Lisa that she had felt that weekend. Gently, her hand stroked the curve of her breasts. The other hand gently stroked the inside of her thighs. She could almost feel how wet she was getting as she remembered the first night. She could almost feel Lisa's tongue moving up and down through her labia. At first, Lisa stayed away from her clitoris, even avoiding it as she approached. Her tongue slid over the smooth, wet skin surrounding her clitoris, and Marcy had to moan then as well as she did at that moment. It was almost as if it was happening again. She could even remember the feeling and taste of what she had experienced when she licked Lara. She remembered how Lisa's legs twitched when she gently stroked them with the fingernails of her hand.

Marcy bit her tongue and took a deep breath. As the images and sensations slowly faded, she turned around to prepare dinner and started to get the ingredients out of the fridge. She saw Lars come into the kitchen and smile at her. Lars smiled back and went to the fridge. When he was right behind her, Marcy took a step back, and Lars stumbled against her leg. He fell with his head against the edge of the table.

“Oh, I'm sorry, honey... I didn't mean to do that,” Marcy apologized, not knowing why she had taken a step at all, just as he was passing her. Lars was lying on the floor, groaning and holding his hand to the spot where he had been hit by the table edge. He looked up at his mother, who had leaned forward, offering him a view of her ample cleavage. His cock reacted immediately and began to push against his trousers. Marcy's eyes flicked down briefly, and she shook her head.

“Are you all right?” she asked him in disbelief. When she leaned forward to look at him, she said, ‘You can't look at me like that, I'm your mother! Try to control yourself, at least!”

“I... no, I...’ Lars stammered, desperately searching for words. He slid back a little on the floor and bowed his head before standing up and storming out of the kitchen. The only place where he was reasonably protected. But eventually, he would have to go back down, at the latest when his family called him for dinner.

Marcy shook her head. She didn't want to scold her son like that, but it was almost reflexive for her. Inside, she cursed John for everything because she was sure he was behind it.