"I guess so, but first I have to warn my step-sister..."

"Oh, you live together?" Joanne asks,

"Yeah, and she gets quite antsy when I'm gone for too long..." you grumble.

"Don't be like that, If that's the case, I'm sure its because she adores you, right?"

You exhale a tired breath, "Well she... Sarah is a complicated girl, she's... special, like you, miss Joanne."

She takes a moment to fully grasp what you're trying to say, widening her eyes in surprise, "Ooh... I get it." She nods, mindlessly grazing her own bulge, "And she's very... needy, I suppose?"

" Extremely so. And somehow she gets obsessively jealous when I'm around other girls, special ones in particular..."

Joanne stifles a giggle, caressing your cheek, "If I had a big brother like you growing up, I would've had a massive crush on him too..." Color flushes her cheeks in saying that, "Don't hold it against her too much, It's hard for us special girls to trust someone..."

"Gods know how I try... now if you'll excuse me, I'll have to get yelled at for sleeping out two days in a row." You groan, taking your phone out of your bag.

"I'm afraid that won't work sweetie, we get almost no signal around here."

Sure enough, you look down on the screen: no reception.

"You can use the landline if you want, it's right behind you."

"Thanks..." You turn and dial Sarah's number on the yellow phone on the wall, waiting...

"Hello?" Sarah's voice crackles through the receiver.

"Hey Sarah, It's Liam."

"Why the hell are you calling me from a landline, bro? Have you been sucked into a temporal anomaly and spat out in the nineties?

You chuckle,"No, listen. You remember today I had to meet that tutor I talked about?"

"Yeah..."

"Well, it's raining cats and dogs over here, and she kindly offered to let me pass the night on the couch, while the storm wanes. I'm just calling to let you know, so you don't rile up a search party for me overnight."

"Come on bro! You spent all day yesterday with your girl, and now you ditch me again? My cock is all itchy, I need you here with me..."

You watch as Joanne stifles a laugh, leaning by the wall.

"Could you lower your voice? This thing's speaker is loud, and I'm not alone in the room."

"Tell me you're not fucking that tutor of yours, bro."

"What?! Don't be ridiculous."

"Yeah, you're a baaad liar, Liam... And a worse brother too, since you prefer to stick your dick in a slutty housewife rather than come home to relieve your very distressed sister!" She loudly vents,

"For fuck's sake, Sarah..." You groan, "Have a good night."

"Don't you fuckin' dare hang up on me now, how do you expect me to have a good night if you're not here to suck my-" you close the call, snatching the line wire from its socket.

"Huff, sorry about that," you turn, thudding your head against the wall,"She would spend the night calling this number and screaming obscenities, otherwise."

"It's fine, no one ever calls me, anyway." She closes the distance between the two of you, caressing your shoulder, "I don't blame her, and nor should you..."

"I try to be there for her, trust me... but it's never enough."

"She's lucky to have you. When I was her age I had to make do with a watermelon on most days, sometimes I was so hard I didn't even need any tools to punch a hole through it..." She admits with a wicked smile, and the mental image of a young and horny Joanne forcefully violating a defenseless fruit imprints in your mind.

Thunder strike again, and she jumps with a yelp, suddenly pulling you into a tight hug as a burst of light flashes in the dimly lit room.

"Scared of thunderstorms?" You ask, muffled by her abundant bosoms,

"Y-yes..." She lets go of you, "Silly, I know." She says bashfully.

"We all have our quirks..."

"Can we move away from the windows, dear?" She pleas,

"Of course..."

You follow her in the living room, where you notice the lack of a television and an abundance of libraries, along with shelves and cupboards filled with handmade objects and framed photos.

She walks to the most advanced piece of tech in the room, a hi-fi system encased in a wooden cabinet, where she picks a CD from a nearby rack and puts it in.

Mellow, jazzy tunes flow from the speakers on top, and she exhales a breath of relief.

"I know that look, and yes, I don't have a television in this house. I find it awfully dull." She proclaims, noticing you scan the room.

"Fine by me... I'm not a die hard fan of it either, although I do enjoy a good movie."

Joanne sits on the large leather couch, tapping the seat beside her, and you accept the silent invite, leaning back into the puffy backrest.

"Looks like we have a few hours to fill till' dinnertime, I would normally suggest studying, but I know how easily my vicinity can be distracting for you..." She remarks with a smirk, leaning forward to pick up a tangled bundle of yarn from the coffee table,

Exactly...

You muse, raptured by how her boobs jiggle against each other, hanging from her chest when she's bent over like this.

"...Right, sweetie?" She teases, leaning back with a knowing gaze.

You reply with a sheepish smile, scratching your neck.

" So, let's talk about yourself instead..." She begins to untangle the mess of colorful threads in her lap "Tell my about that girlfriend of yours, is she as jealous of you as your sister is?" She asks, still focused on her task.

"Who, Esmeralda? Ha! No, luckily she's the opposite of Sarah in that regard..."

"Esmeralda... what a beautiful, exotic name... are you sure she would have nothing against me, for what happened today?"

"Positive, she was very clear on that matter. Once, she actually asked me to pleasure another special girl, a shy one who actually needed the release; and she's been very supportive and helpful of my efforts with Sarah."

"Another?" She suddenly raises her head, looking at you with a perplexed expression, "How many others do you know of?"

"Well, only one, and she's... a complicated person. Very much the opposite of you."

"And are they all like me? Down there, I mean..." She asks, with a hint of awkwardness in her voice;

"Not really, no... none of them matches your, ehm, measures. And they have no balls. My sister's and Janice's, the other girl, theirs actually shrinks back inside when they're done." You explain, matching her awkwardness with yours.

Joanne frets to tuck her bulging member back behind her thighs, dissimulating the act to make it look like she's straightening the folds of her dress.

"Really now? How lucky they are, then. If you alone know that many, who knows how many others there are in the world..." She muses, smiling.

I never thought about it that way...

Knowing my luck?

From now on, I'm just gonna assume every girl I meet has a little extra... just in case.

"What are you making, anyway?" You quickly change the subject, pointing at the now unraveled tube of weaved rainbow threads.

"Its a... oh, gods... I get that you're trying to alleviate the tension, but this might be equally embarassing... It's a sleeve." She props it up for you to see,

"A... sleeve? How is that embarassing? I mean, sure, you forgot the rest of the sweater, but you can always knit that too, right?"

Joanne giggles, caressing your face, "Ah, you're so precious sometimes, honey... It's a very specific sleeve, made for a very specific part of my body that I can't cover otherwise. Winters get very chilly around these parts..." she carefully deploys the unfinished tube between her thighs to further clarify.

Right, that's the kind of problems I'm not built to have...

Now I wonder how Esme keeps hers warm...

Knowing her, she probably just covers it with a dirty sock and calls it her "cock-sock" or something.

I've got a nagging suspicion that this winter, her answer to that problem is gonna be me, anyways.

"T-that makes sense..."

She chuckles,"While I work on this, feel free to browse around the room for something to read, if you're so inclined..."

Grateful for an excuse to change the topic from her winter condom, you walk to one of the libraries, scanning the spines for an interesting title...

"The joys of wood carving"...

"Circuits, how do they work?"...

"Birdwatching for dummies"...

"Positive thinking: A way of life"...

"First aid manual Vol°2: Contusions"...

Hm, nope...

You shift your attention to a smaller, laquered bookshelf, running your gaze along a cupboard filled with framed photos of Joanne along with various smiling boys and girls, who all mostly display a general adorational attitude towards her...

"These were your previous students?"

"What?" She raises her head from the project at hand," Ah, those..." A warm smile curls her lips, "Yes. Since I started tutoring, I make a point of having a keepsake for every pupil of mine, after we part ways... it helps me on the bad days, makes me remember why I started doing this in the first place. Maybe tonight we'll snap yours too..."

"With pleasure... they all seem to adore you miss Joanne, And for good reason, I think."

"Now now, you know how I react to flattery, honey..." She smirks, shifting in her seat.

Right, don't wake the beast, Liam.

You turn to the smaller bookcase, and its contents are definetly a lot more... libertine than the last; among the countless romance novels and three different editions of the Kama Sutra, a few titles pique your interest:

"Shibari: The art behind the bondage"...

"Pleasure of the selfish: 101 ways to rely on nobody but yourself"...

"Techniques of self control for sexual addiction"...

And last but certainly not least:

"Being the big peg in a tiny hole: Guide for the well endowed gentleman"

"Oh, I see you've found my risque collection, Anything of your liking?" She asks with a malicious smirk,

"I'm, uhm... I'll keep looking..." You quickly avert your gaze, flustered.

"The Shibari one is an interesting read, it's a personal favourite of mine." She giggles, "But maybe that's more on the lines of your girlfriend?"

"Yeah... Esme's not really the reading type."

"That's a pity, It's quite useful... in and out of bed."

"One can only imagine... out of curiosity, what's the one you like the most?" You ask, trying once again to change the subject.

"Mmmh..." She looks away for a moment, pensitive, her hand coming to a rest on the bulge in her lap, stroking absentmindedly, "...That one, second row from the top, with the wine red cover. Without a doubt, Its my absolute favourite... " She points to another tall bookcase, on the other side of the room.

You go and fetch it, and as you remove it from the shelf, a polaroid falls on the floor.

It depicts a kneeling boy with ruffled blonde hair, wearing a black blindfold, with tears streaking his bruised cheeks and a bright red ball gag stuck in his mouth; the bare chest dotted with cigarette burns and scratches, his belly obscenely swollen in a familiar way...

You focus shifts from the picture at your feet to the book in your hand:

"Be Mine" reads the title, in a blunt, bright red font.

A cold shiver runs up your spine as you bend down to pick the photo from the ground, hoping that she didn't notice it fall in the first place...

It's sticky.

Fuck me, she really is a freak...

What happened to not wanting to hurt others?

And who's this poor guy, anyway?

As you stand up, you feel something warm rub against your buttcrack. You quickly turn, and Joanne is right behind you, her dress held up by the rising log you learned to fear.

"Poor Timmy, such a lovely virgin ass he had... It's too bad he didn't last nearly as long as the others." Joanne reminisces, snatching the picture from your hands.

"What did you-mphf-" she wraps her hand around your face, pushing you against the wall.

"But you, dear... you like it rough, yes? Should I thank your abusive girlfriend for that?" She says, cocking her head with a crazed look in her eyes.

The book you're holding falls from your now shaking hands, and countless other polaroids spew on the floor from the cut out pages.

All of them have subjects similar to the one you saw.

"Eyes on me boy." She makes you look up, "I usually wait longer than this... but everything you do and say just screams "fuck me, mommy"; You're driving me crazy, dear." She lets the polaroid flutter on the floor, rubbing the growing encumbrance between her legs.

What the fuck is happening!?

She grinds her stiffening cock agains your body, "You want Mommy to be happy, right?"

No, I want Mommy to stop!

Shit, I mean you.

I want you to stop this!

You want to say those things, but all that escapes your lips is a muffled whimper.

She reaches on top of the bookcase, retrieving the same red ball gag you saw in the photo.

"Now stand still while Mommy puts this on..."

You try to slither out of her grasp as soon as her hand leaves your mouth, but she hits you with a scornful backhand, strong enough to make you tumble to the ground; mounting on top of your body and forcing the rubber ball in your mouth as you lay down, stunned by the unexpected act of ****.

"Bad boy! When Mommy tells you to do something, you better listen."

You gurgle a curse in response.

Still on top of you, she begins to strip you of your clothes as you fruitlessly fight against her.

Another backhand hits you, threatening to rip your head clean from your shoulders.

"Don't make me hurt you any more than I have to, sweetie... where's that brave boy that gobbled up Mommy's cock this morning?"

Fuck that! Where the hell is the kind lady that didn't want to hurt a fly!?

Once you're naked as a worm, Joanne pinches the rims of her sundress crossing her arms, and gracefully removes it in one swift motion, tossing it behind.

As much as you're gripped with fear at the moment, you have to admit that finally admiring her curves in all their glory makes you uncomfortably aroused.

She grasps the base of her humongous appendage and slides it out from under her, letting it fall with a wet impact on your chest, its drooling tip lying next to your head on the floor.

She proceeds to repeatedly slap it on your face, chuckling as you squirm and writhe, trying to avoid it without much success.

"Stop resisting honey, it's too late to turn back... You're my sweet boy, now."

She hugs your body, putting one hand on your back, the other groping your butt, and scoops you up.

She drops you on the plush sofa, with your legs dangling from the armrest, then spreads them apart by the ankles while pulling you closer, her beastly cock running from her pelvis to your solar plexus in a grisly omen of what's about to go down...

"Let this happen sweetie. It's gonna be painful anyway, but whether you can walk afterwards or not depends on your cooperation." She calmly explains,

Putting her middle and ring finger in her mouth, she sucks vigorously on them, and once they're dripping wet she uses them to prod your hole, fingering it with impatience;

Noticing the small pool of semen forming on your chest, an idea strucks your racing mind, and you bring both hands to her massive dick, rubbing and smearing as much of it as you can with the precum it spits, as she gradually increases the number of fingers going inside you.

I don't know how much it will help, but it's still better than taking it dry...

"Attaboy, already taking care of Mommy's cock..."

She slides it out of your grasp, taking a step back as she guides the bulky head at the entrance of your ass.

Uff...

You can do this Liam...

You can fucking endure this.

As soon as she's distracted, you hit her with something heavy and fucking run for your life...

Just grit your teeth and breath throu-FUUUUCK!-

Your pained whimper comes out muffled as Joanne shoves her unwieldy cockhead inside of you, using her hand more than her hips to push it inside.

"Nngh... So tight..." She groans

You grip the edges of the leather cushions white knuckled, now somewhat grateful for the rubber ballgag, as it gives you something to sink your teeth in to help stave off the pain.

"Hmmh yes, cry for Mommy dear..." She moans, ruthlessly driving more and more of her monster inside.

Soon, she doesn't have to stand back so much or support her mansplitter with her hand, switching back to holding both of your ankles wide apart, thrusting her hips with a measured pace as you squirm at every tap.

She completely plugs your insides, and every slight motion of her meatpole scrapes and burns, sending shivers of pain up your spine.

Trying to distract yourself from the agony, you fix your eyes on her: her fair skin dotted with droplets of sweat that randomly trickle down her curvy body after every forceful flex of her hips, her breasts jiggling and... lactating, apparently, as dense white liquid leaks from her dark, turgid nipples... And her face, the soft features contorted by pleasure, panting, moaning, her eyes now locking with yours, still somehow showing a hint of kindness and guilt even now, as she stabs ruthlessly her monstrous cock deep down your asshole.

"Yes baby, look at me... keep your eyes on Mommy's tits, you like them so much, don't you? This will be over soon, I promise..." She pants.

That's when you feel the head poke your lower abdomen.

Just like when you experimented with Esme, you watch in horror at the outline of her gargantuan member slide up and down under your belly, gaining ground at every thrust, feeling your insides literally rearrange to accomodate the anal invader.

And for the first time in your life, you feel sweaty balls slap loudly against your buttcheeks, again and again at a faster pace.

Seconds turn into minutes, minutes into an hour, and Joanne still ravages your sore bottom at an ever increasing speed, every stab feeling like the one that will finally split you in two, her mighty cock now buried almost balls deep, constantly poking the maw of your stomach; leaning down on you and pumping furiously, Joanne whispers sweet things between a moan and another, occasionally caressing your brow.

"Huff... Mommy is real close now... here -nngh- it comes ..." She strains to get the the words out.

As you say your last prayers to an indiffent god, your bowels are flooded by a torrent of cum that comes spraying out of your gaping, burning asshole.

She stands up and slides the instrument of **** she calls a dick out of you, holding it with both hands and squeezing the now dark red tip, unleashing the rest of her massive discharge of spunk in your direction, moaning and crying in pleasure as she coats you and the surrounding area in a thick, slimy layer of cum.

You stand there, breathless, your legs numb and unresponsive, unable to think straight or even just keep your eyes open through the blinding pain.

You're barely aware of time passing, and of the words that reach your ears muted, seemingly coming from another dimension.

Something rough and wet scrapes against your skin, and you feel yourself move.

Somewhere along the way the gag disappeared from your mouth, and now you feel something warm and soft in its place...

And It's so sweet...