Degenerate

by Havok, Rayne

  My father’s ass cheeks clench and unclench as he works her over. I’m not able to look away. I wish I could, the memories of myself standing where my father is now, between her legs, come flooding in– although it was never in the basement.

  She loved me to come in her room at night when my father would work late. I’m not at all sure he was unaware of what was happening. How could he not have known though?

  She loved living on the edge of almost being caught, loved to push the envelope. Calling me in only a few minutes before he was due home, insisting I fuck her, rubbing herself in front of me, knowing it worked to turn me on and make me hard. Rubbing me through my pants to make sure it happened. Being at a young and impressionable age, it worked effortlessly. She took advantage of teenage hormones and used them in her favor. She would suck me off in the garden after insisting I help her with the plants– my father in the house just a few feet away. She was my first at everything and insatiable with her demands. She couldn’t get enough of me.

  I watch while my father finishes, pulling out, I can’t see much but his arm is pumping his cock aimed right over her mound. The first real sound comes as he grunts while coming. Then he leans over and grabs a towel, wiping his spunk from her.

  She still has not engaged. Even as he walks away to stop the recording she says nothing, just lies there. She never would have been like that with me. For some reason I take that as a win on my behalf. Some fucked up part of me has counted that as a victory. I fucked my mother better than her husband– my father did.

  Woo fucking hoo. I am disgusting. Thanks mom.

  I’m about to push the eject button, assuming that must be it, a simple recording for the spank bank for my father’s keepsake, but another scene of my father in the same nakedness leaning over the camera, fixing settings for the video stops me.

  I watch as he goes to my mother again, this time her ass is in the air, down on all fours. I remember her loving that. She loved it from behind. Her legs are wide and this time the camera is closer, my father doesn’t last as long as the first time. He finishes quickly, after going at her hard and fast.

  This time as he pulls out to come I notice how wide my mother’s pussy is– it’s gaping, a perfect circle right through to her insides. I’m bigger than my father, cock and all… by a lot and I’ve never made her hole look like that, even after she made me fuck her with larger objects, her hole accommodating most anything she thought of. Her pussy always returned to normal after it was out.

  My father must be working her over quite a bit. Maybe it’s because her pussy is shaved, that’s new, she always kept a little hair on there. Maybe it was always like that and I missed it, I doubt it… but it could be.

  He wipes off the come he emptied onto her then goes to the camera to turn it off and this time another scene does not follow.

  I don’t want it to be true but my cock, which I’ve been ignoring, is achingly hard. Most people would be disgusted watching what I just had– their parents fucking, but my mother did quite a number on me, and my father fucking her was not as disgusting as I thought it would be to see.

  Fuck.

  I squirm in my seat, trying to situate my hard cock in a way that I could get comfortable, but unlike the times that I think about women and get hard this isn’t going away by simply changing my train of thought. The more I try to ignore it the more I’m reminded that it’s there and waiting for me to notice it.

  I stand and stretch, hoping the flow of blood reaches other parts of my body, but it is no use, my cock is throbbing so hard I can feel my heartbeat in it. I reach down and do the only thing I can do. I fucking yank on it until I spill my come on the carpet, rubbing it in with my sock covered foot. I don’t let myself replay the video, although some part of me wants to– the sicko part that she made for her pleasure. But I don’t let her win, not this fucking time. I tuck my cock back into my pants and try not to give the video another thought.

  The doorbell rings, interrupting me and I’m not sure what to do. It may be my mother with her hands full of groceries, thinking I should go help her with them. In case that is what’s happening I walk slowly down the stairs, not overly excited about seeing her for the first time in this way, especially after watching the video and jacking off for the first time in years because of it.

  I calm myself down, gripping the handle of the door; I pull it open unceremoniously, stepping aside to let her in. Only it’s not her. It’s Jamie, a flood of memories, all including her naked and sprawled out in front of me– the cock- hungry whore who would do anything for me at the drop of a dime. “Jamie,” I say, looking at her from head to toe.

  Nice.

  “Hi, Tyler,” she says as hungry for me as ever.

  Fuck, I just might have to get in this. “What’s up?”

  “I just thought I’d stop by and see if you need… me.” She licks her lips seductively.

  “Fuck, baby, I just might.” My cock jumps, thinking about her tight little pussy wrapped around me. “Come in.”

  She smiles at me, walking past and then stands behind me.

  “You seen my mom in town today? Don’t know where she is at the moment.”

  “No, I haven’t seen her for a while.” She comes up to me rubbing her hands down my chest, brazenly grabbing hold of my jean covered cock. “Does that mean we have the house to ourselves?”

  “I guess it does. Why don’t you go on up to my room and get naked.”

  She does without a word, stripping as she goes.

  I follow her up, taking my own clothes off as well.

  “Get the fuck on the bed.”

  “Oh my god, my pussy has missed you so fucking much. Nothing makes me come like your massive dick.”

  “Put your ass up.” I come up quickly behind her, spreading her cheeks apart to see her ass hole– my favorite thing about her. Her ass is always so hungry for my dick.

  “You gonna let me in this hole?” I push my thumb against the entrance; it gives only a little.

  “Anything you want. Take whatever you want.” Her pussy is so wet; it glistens as I manipulate her back hole.

  Music to my fucking ears.

  I look into the side table at my bed and see that the lube bottle that has been in there since last time I used it is still there, right where I left it. I squeeze a small amount into my fingers then rub it into her puckered hole and down her pussy crack and then I push three fingers into her hungry hole. The wetness seeping from her pussy mixes with the lube, aiding in the effort.

  She moans loudly and greedily tells me, “more.” So I give her more, adding my remaining digits into her juicy hole. She yelps when I slide into her up to my wrist and then she grinds her hips against me.

  I push the thumb from my other hand into her ass and she goes crazy. Last time we fucked, I wasn’t even eighteen yet, I’ve learned a few things since then.

  Try as I might, I can’t get the video out of my head. Although I don’t want it there it drives me forward, making me so fucking hard– harder than I would be normally doing such things. I try to get angry with myself for it but that emotion won’t come, instead I embrace it. I fuck her fast with my fist until she comes so hard her pussy squirts– that’s not uncommon for her, she has always been a squirter.

  I take my hand out of her and it’s covered in her cream, I use it to stroke my cock to get it ready for her ass which I enter as I would a pussy, hard and relentless. I push against her ass’s rejection and I fuck her tight hole as it squeezes me almost painfully.

  If this were any other girl she’d be crying right now, but this one is unlike the rest, she loves this. Craves it. And I’m more than happy to oblige. It’s been more time than I’d like since I’ve ripped into an ass hole and what better way to welcome me back to it than this girl.

  “Oh, fuck, Tyler. Fuck me.”

  I go at her harder than usual, I have to grip her tightly and pull her back against me to stop her from falling forward. Our skin slapping so hard together th
at it’s turning hers a light shade of red. She is yelping and making nonsensical gibberish as confirmations for my efforts.

  “I want you to come inside my ass.”… “Fill up my hole.”

  That’s what I can make from her, she’s spewing all sorts of porn star phrases at me. It fuels me, I want to rip her in half with my cock, tear her open and come inside of her deeper than I have ever done.

  I pump her until I my balls are ready to explode and when they do, I push into her deeply and fill her up as requested.

  I pull out of her and she keeps her ass up for me but the rest of her body collapses onto the bed. I can’t help but look inside of her, I’ve always been drawn to the holes I’ve come inside. There is a ring of white cream around her ass hole and I rub it into the red hole.

  She whimpers, I can’t imagine her ass not being sore.

  Poor little slut.

  I spread her open and peer inside.

  Fuck it looks good in there. I love the thought of my come sitting inside of her ass, oozing from her after it warms.

  “Your ass is so full.” Even though I came only minutes before she showed up, I still had plenty to give her.

  My mother did that for me, conditioned me to be always ready and hungry for more. I’m sure Jamie would thank her if she knew, she has been on the receiving end of my cock– letting me have plenty of use out of this hole, more than any other woman in this entire town.

  Aside from good ‘ol mom, she would never be in second place, she had far more years with me than any other woman.

  When I’m finished admiring her asshole, which is now tightly closed, I tell her she can get up.

  “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

  I couldn’t imagine what else she could have in mind, our interactions have never been more than me ordering her into a position and then fucking her. We’ve never even had a conversation about anything outside of sex.

  “No, I think that really helped, I had a bunch of things to work out and your ass has helped immensely.” To any other girl that may have been insulting, but not her, she takes it as permission to be done here.

  “Ok, then, call me if you want me again before you leave. I’ll be around.”

  “I will.” I know that to be true, no way would I leave this town not hitting that again.

  I show her out, she walks a little like she’s just been on a horse– her ass must really hurt. I know my balls feel like they’ve taken a beating, smashing them into her ass has made them tender.

  I go back upstairs, having come down completely naked, I don’t have to undress to climb into the shower. I don’t give it much thought, I know my mother could have been home after the time Jamie and I had spent in there. I can’t help but think I wanted her to see I’d taken another woman into my room and made her howl like a virgin in a horror movie being torn to shreds from the inside out.

  She may have been jealous, although she hadn’t initiated things with me for a few months before I had left. I’d always wondered what made her stop. I kept waiting for her to call to me and when she didn’t I was relieved at first, then I was curious as to what may have made her change her mind about me.

  I had this routine, well, my cock did. I went elsewhere fucking any hole that would let me inside, making my way through every girl who had ever looked my way, from my friend’s mothers, to anyone who gave me that ‘come fuck me’ look.

  I’d had other girls while my mother was using me, but she took up most of my time and then I didn’t have that as an outlet so I needed to fill her demanding schedule, one she forced me to keep as well, with other women. No one ever being as hungry as her for cock, I had to have many girls in the mix.

  Chapter Six

  I shower quickly, dressing in clean clothes. I feel tired, I could probably lie down for a nap right now, but I don’t, instead I head for the kitchen, fixing a peanut butter sandwich.

  It doesn’t look like anyone has been shopping in a while, not much in the pantry to choose from.

  I wander around the living room, spotting something out of place almost immediately; the lock on the basement door is new. We never had a master- lock keeping people from opening the door.

  There is no access to the house from down there, not even a small window typical in most basements. I recall the small key from the things in the safe deposit box, if I remember right it is a key that could fit this lock.

  Tempted by curiosity, more than anything else, I run upstairs for the keys to the car and go retrieve it, along with the rest of the things, putting those on the counter, I bring the key to the lock and sure enough, it works to open it.

  It is dark inside, always has been. I wonder if there is some sex swing set up down here, recalling the video of my parents again, my mother sprawled out on the table, maybe they’d upgraded into a real sex dungeon.

  I can’t turn the overhead light on, it seems to have burnt out, so I pull my phone out of my pocket and turn on the flashlight. It doesn’t light up enough to see much, but I take a quick look around, seeing no real reason to warrant the new lock on the door.

  It looks a lot like I remember it, the setup is the same: mostly boxes, Christmas decorations from years accumulated, my boxes, stacked neatly in the corner, I’d put them there before I left, promising to come back for what I couldn’t take in one trip. I haven’t given the contents much thought after packing them– must not be too important. Some old bikes, boxes labeled donations, the now infamous fuck- table covered in a white sheet, probably to keep it dust free for quickies, so they don’t have to clean the area first.

  I wander over to it and lift a corner, I don’t know what compels me, I just simply want to see the spot my father fucked her in the home movie.

  Whoa.

  I’m shocked to actually see something under the sheet lying on the table. I’ve lifted only a corner and there is a foot. Toe nails painted red like I remember my mother doing, sometimes soliciting my help, ‘come fuck me red’ she had called it.

  My father has some sex doll under here, I’m sure of it. I almost laugh.

  Almost.

  Instead, my curiosity forces me to lift it off the rest of the way. Slowly I uncover its knee, then thigh. I go to the other side, doing the same. I’m actually excited to see this, I’ve thought of getting one of these things. I rub my hand up its inner thigh, stopping just shy of the sheet. It feels smooth. They make them pretty life like, it seems. Next, I reveal the naked pussy, but I can’t see it very well with its legs closed.

  I continue to pull the sheet higher up, exposing the tits. They’re soft and pliable as I can’t help but give them each a squeeze. It’s a thin looking woman full chested. It has nice flared hips, I’m sure if I flip it over the nice round ass would be there to match.

  I reveal the face, I’m curious to see the mouth, I’m sure I’m going to see some sort of apparatus you’d stick your cock into to simulate a blow job. And I am right, but it’s on my mother’s face. There is a plastic ring encircling its lips, I push my finger into it and the cavity is hollow and ribbed.

  How the fuck had he gotten a life sized doll of my mother? And, looking more closely with the flash light I see how remarkable the recreation actually is.

  Now that I know what to look for, I can see all the telltale ways this doll meets the standards of being a perfect representation of her. She really has always had a nice body, I can see why he’d gone too all the trouble.

  All I can think is she must have stopped letting him fuck her– that this may have even been what he was fucking in the video, I knew my mother couldn’t have been that quiet while being fucked.

  I can’t help myself– I bring the flashlight to the apex of its thighs and the same type of circular hollow cavity is there, two of them, one for the pussy and one for the ass hole. When I run my finger along the circumference of it, my cock does what it would if this were a real woman– my real mother. It fucking hardens.

  I want a go at this thing for sure, the faux s
kin feels soft and the cavity snug, I could really have fun with this but that will have to wait. I can’t have my mother coming home knowing her replica brought me to that. That is, if she even knows it exists. She could be the reason for the lock on the door, keeping her on the outs with his little sex- doll secret.

  Maybe his little plastic fuck doll mistress is a secret. Sick as it sounds, I may take this thing with me back to my house.

  I cover it back up, against my cock’s argument that we could get in and out before being caught.

  I lock up the door and run up to my room when I don’t see any signs of my mother having returned.

  And since I’ve thrown out my no masturbating celibacy I fuck my fist until I come, feeling only mildly satiated, but it does the trick. For now. I’m gonna need to get in that sick little fuck- doll if I’m to alleviate this hard- on.

  I am having a hard time wrapping my head around my father’s need for that little toy. He has my mother here, and although I’m not sure of their sexual habits I can say with first- hand knowledge that, if he wanted it, I’m positive my mother would have no problem opening up for him.

  I lie down, exhausted from such a strange day, the realization of the video and what’s down in our basement would be mind- fucking enough, but throw in the fact that I literally can’t get that sex doll out of my mind, with all its resemblance of my mother set aside… or more possibly because of the uncanny way it is identical to her.

  I bet if I replaced the bulb down there and saw it in full light, it would not have such a perfect look to it. It would show the flaws and the missteps in recreation. I close my eyes, I can’t hold them open another minute. I fall asleep to the memory of how the doll felt under my fingers, the smooth texture of the skin.

  Chapter Seven