Capítulo 132: A Family Destroyed
bysoul71©
All characters are over 18+.
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Simon Winters smiled as he walked home. Knowing he had aced his finials for the semester. Now as he smiled triumphantly, all he had to worry about was Christmas vacation; and the last few months' of high school. Life at that point was good for Simon. A nice girlfriend, good grades, and a family that loved him. How fate can be so cruel as Simon will soon find out. The bare trees swayed announcing the coming storm. Salt crunched under foot as he rounded the corner. Humming happily as he spotted his house in the distance. Arching his chocolate brown eyebrow when Simon saw his sister's car. Not that he didn't love her. Simon just wasn't fond of how she always greeted him. Although he was surprised to see her car, nonetheless.
Simon thought Amy wasn't supposed to arrive until next week. Then there was his mother and father's car, which was odd to him. They weren't known to skip work much less alone leave early either. Chewing on his lip recounting how Melody had skip school as well. Something odd was happening, and Simon didn't know if he wanted the answers. Walking through the side yard to the back. Simon was thunderstruck by what he saw through the blinds. Six people were bare ass naked in their living room: one was his father, sister, mother, his grandfather, uncle, and his girlfriend.
"Fuck your tight," his father grunted as Melody rode him, "I can't believe my son hasn't fucked you yet?"
"I don't fuck boys, only men with fat cocks," Melody said, as his father held her legs up while ramming his cock into her.
"I don't like how you speak about my son..." his mother began to say before his uncle reached forward grabbing a handful of her hair. "Fuck Robbie! Pound your sister's cunt!"
"Sorry Mrs. Winters, but I doubt your son has anything on your husband," Melody said apologetically.
"True. Paul does have a fat cock," his mother said through moans, "Still that doesn't require you to bad mouth my son."
"Relax Pamela. I doubt this girl is going to break up with him over it," Paul said, hammering his cock in Melody's spent cunt.
"Oh fuck! I'm cumming!" Melody screamed out.
"You like sucking on my tits, don't you grandpa?" Amy asked as she rode their grandfather on the other couch. Whatever his grandfather said he couldn't hear. Not that he wanted to.
Rage, disgust, and the utter betrayal flooded his mind. Simon felt on the verge of violently expelling the contents of his stomach. Which he did all over his mother's prized rose bushes. Stumbling out from behind his home, Simon wandered for hours around his home town. Until he came upon a secluded gazebo. Icicles hung along the under hang of its snow covered roof. Shivering from the cold as his nearly frozen feet stumbled along the icy boards. Wrapping his arms around his chest to keep in whatever warmth he could muster. Simon silently wept. For two years' they had been dating. Two years' of putting up with her attitude. Now he understood why every time he tried to take their relationship further she would end his hopes of that dream.
"How long has she been fucking my father?!" Simon growled angrily. "How long has this shit been going on?! Have they been fucking since forever?!" he screamed out to the night. Yet no answer would be coming from that clear night sky. If anything those twinkling stars seemed to infuriate Simon. "Fuck you!" Simon screamed at those ageless burning balls of gas. His rage filled, heated shouting match with the cosmos was interrupted by the muffled sounds of his ring tone. Reaching into his coat, taking his phone from its inside pocket. Scowling when he saw his mother caller ID flashing on his screen. Swiping left to end the call, he had nothing to say to her. He needed to think. He needed time. Cursing loudly as his phone rang again, yet this time it was his father.
"Fuck you asshat!" Simon spat before shoving his phone back into his pocket. Stroking his chin as he paced the gazebo. Trying to think of a way to harm them just as bad as they had done to him. "Fuck what!" Simon yelled into the phone not bothering to see who it was.
"Well, hello to you too, little brother," Amy said as her voice came over the line, "It's nine o'clock, mom's worried Simon. They tried calling you, but it seems their calls went straight to voice mail. You're not cheating on your girlfriend now are you?"
"What I do and/or don't do is my business not yours!" Simon growled hatefully.
"What's gotten into you?!" Amy said in shock. She had never heard her brother speak so forceful. "All I was asking was when are you coming home? So I can tell Mom."
"I don't know," Simon said hanging up on his sister. How he wanted to toss his phone against a rock. Just so he could get the tinniest of satisfaction from it. Yet his more rational mind overruled that impulse. "God fucking shit! What do you want?!"
"Don't you dare take that tone with me young man!" Pamela's voice came over the line. "I want you home now!"
"Do you now?" Simon asked in a cold monotone voice.
"Please come home, baby," Pamela said taking a more softer approach, "It's getting into the single digits. I don't want you out on those roads."
"Fine," Simon replied before cutting off their call. He had to admit the warmth of his room would aid him more than freezing out in that dark dreary park. By the time he reached his home Simon's body was nearly frozen. His feet felt like two solid blocks of ice. His hands shook violently as he slowly made his way down the hall. Only to be stopped by his mother's voice.
"So are you going to tell me why you were out so late?" Pamela asked crossing her arms along her chest. Her foot tapped rapidly on the carpeted floor.
"Nope." Simon said, taking a step back from his mother took a step forward.
"Simon, what's wrong? Have you been drinking? Are you on drugs?"
"No. Have you?" Simon retorted with own question. Because that was the only way he could understand what he witnessed this afternoon.
He was having a hard time not picturing his mother naked as she stood before him. They stared in silence at each other for a few minutes before his sister's door open.
"There you are!" Amy said joyfully. Throwing her arms around him. Simon squirmed to get out of her embrace, that brief contact left him feeling dirty.
"Let go of me," Simon said coldly.
"If you won't tell me. Then you can go to bed without supper," Pamela said sternly.
"Hmpf. Whatever," Simon said; marching off to his room, slamming his door behind him.
"What's gotten into him?" Amy asked looking over at her mother.
"I wish I knew," Pamela sighed.
Simon tossed his book bag across his room. His nerves stabbed painfully at his extremities as his body thawed out. Stripping down to his underwear, grabbing the blanket that rested on the foot of his bed. Wrapping himself within that fuzzy blanket, sitting down on the heating vent to get his core temperature back to normal. With his head bowed his blanket shrouding his head making him appear as a homeless monk. So deep in thought on how to get back at his family. Simon didn't hear the knock on his door.
"Hey," Amy said sweetly. Simon looked up noting her red booty shorts, her cut off tank top showing off her mid drift. Her brunette hair held high in her pony tail, its tail draping down the right side of her chest.
"What?" Simon said narrowing his eyes at his older sister.
"I thought you might like some hot chocolate," Amy said, holding the steaming cup in her hands.
"Don't want any," Simon said, wrapping himself deeper into his blanket. Returning to his contemplation, ignoring his sister as she stood in his doorway.
"Well... I'll just leave it here then, just in case you change your mind," Amy said, setting down the mug on his dresser. "I am happy to see you again, little brother," she said, trying to get him to speak with her.
"Uh huh," Simon said offhandedly.
"Simon, what's happened to you?"
"Leave!" Simon growled. Anger filled his brown eyes as he looked upon his sister.
"Alright, I'm going," Amy said closing his door. "What's happened to you?" she sighed. She remembered the happy brother that would always joke around with her. The carefree boy that saw her off when she started her first day of college. "Maybe it's just teenage boy hormones," Amy said to herself.
Tossing off his blanket when he got too hot. Stroking his chin as he paced his room. It wasn't only his family he needed to get back at. His soon to be ex-girlfriend needed to face the same punishment. Yet he simply couldn't do the same thing he was going to do to his family whatever that may be. No. It had to be detrimental. It had to be sinister. It needed to leave a mark that could never be removed. Huffing in annoyance when his stomach rumbled.
"Fuck it! I'm eating," Simon said aloud. Throwing open his dresser drawers, taking out a pair of warm flannel pajamas. Tossing out the contents of the mug into his bathroom sink. He wanted nothing made by her hands. There was no telling where they have been. He had to keep his bile from rising as the pictures of their naked bodies flashed in his mind. Disgust left a sour taste in his mouth at their vile act of incest. Simon wondered if his grandmother and aunt knew what their spouses were doing.
Walking into the kitchen, Simon could hear the TV going off in the living room. Not that it mattered to him. He for one was never going to go into that room ever again. He doubted there was a seat in there that hadn't felt their naked skin on it.
"What ya doing, kiddo?" Paul asked as he saw the kitchen light on.
"What does it look like I'm doing," Simon said sarcastically; as he pulled out the package of lunch meat, and a few slices of cheese, the head of lettuce and the container of sliced tomatoes.
"It appears that you're disobeying your mother's punishment," Paul said sternly.
"So it would appear," Simon said matter-of-fact.
"Son," Paul said, reaching out only to have his son shrug off his hand. He felt the coldness coming off his son like the ice storm that was hours away. "Simon..." that was when he saw it. That unbridled rage in his son's eyes, as Simon peered over his shoulder.
"I told you. No supper!" Pamela said sternly, as she entered the kitchen behind her husband.
"Hmpf!" Simon snorted taking a bite of his sandwich in front of his mother, openly challenging her decree before walking out of the other doorway. Leaving his parents to clean up.
"Hey, can we..." Amy said, from the doorway to her room only to watch as her brother walked by her without a word. Wincing as his door closed with a loud thud behind him.
Simon knew they were probably going to ground him. Yet he didn't care. What he saw hours ago. He was never going to listen to a word they say ever again.
"Paul, what's gotten into our son?" Pamela asked worried about her youngest child.
"Hell, if I know," Paul said, closing the refrigerator door after he had returned the items where they belonged.
"Maybe he needs a man to talk with," Pamela cooed as her hands ran along her husband's hips.
"I don't think he'll want to hear what I have to say," Paul said pressed his forehead hers.
"Well, come to bed, we'll figure this all out tomorrow," Pamela said softly kissing her husband.
As morning dawned, the Winters family was met with an icy world that the storm left behind. Simon's fingers moved rapidly over his keyboard. He needed to get this essay done for he could work on his plan. He had decided that when he graduates in five months' time. He wasn't going to rely on their money. No. He was never going to do that, so that left him with two choices scholarships or the military. He shook his head at that idea. His parents would be involved in that. Again no. So only left the military, which to Simon seemed like a good thing. It would take him far, far away from this treacherous family.
"Honey?" Pamela's voice filtered into his room as she creaked open his door. "Oh, you're already up," she said surprised. Normally, she would have to vigorously shake him awake. "Would you like some breakfast?"
"No." Simon said plainly, pointing at the empty bowl on his desk. Eyeing his mother's nearly translucent night grown from the corner of his eye. "I think you need to put a robe on," Simon said, before returning his attention back to his task.
"Why?" Pamela asked perplexed. She didn't see anything wrong with what she was wearing. "What are you doing anyway?" she asked stepping further into his room.
Simon didn't bother to answer her. She was going to poke her nose his business regardless if he told her or not. So he kept typing away about how then President Reagan broke the USSR through economic measures.
"My... that's a difficult subject," Pamela said, reading the title of his paper recounting the waning years' of the Cold War. Turning her head as his phone violently vibrated on his night stand. Arching an eyebrow when she saw he had six missed calls and 47 unopened text messages from his girlfriend. "Baby, is there some reason you're not answering your girlfriend?"
"How about you don't nose around in my private affairs," Simon said spinning his chair around, "And I won't ask about "whomever" you sleep with," he said coldly, snatching his phone from her hand. Thrusting his desk drawer open, tossing his phone into it before roughly slamming it shut. Pamela was to stun to speak. She had never heard her son speak so rudely. The slap resounded throughout their home on that cold morning.
"You do not speak to me in such a manner! I am your mother!"
"Oh, since when?" Simon asked his tongue probing his left cheek. He and his chair nearly toppled over due to the force of her next slap.
"You're grounded for a month! Don't expect presents this year either!" Pamela shouted before marching towards the door. "Oh and, you aren't to leave this room for the rest of your winter break," she said looking back at him furiously.
"Never expected anything from you," Simon said coldly, "Now get out."
"That boy is pissing me off!" Pamela seethed as she stomped into the kitchen.
"What did Simon do?!" Paul asked in a tired sigh. It was way to early to deal with an angry wife.
"Want me to go and try to talk with him, Mom?" Amy asked after Pamela recounted their encounter.
"If you can," Pamela said pinching the bridge of her nose, "I would really like to know what is going on with him. Maybe while we are at work he'll open up to you."
"If not I'll talk to him when I get home tonight," Paul said grabbing his lunch, and kissing his wife's cheek.
"Will you now?" Simon sneered from the other doorway.
"You were..." Pamela began to say until she caught that glint in his eyes.
"Like I would listen to you," Simon said rolling his eyes.
"Boy! You do not speak to your mother like that!" Paul growled.
"Oh and, how exactly am I to speak to a whore?" Simon sidestepped his father's lunge. His right jab landed squarely on his father's glass jaw. Simon had been in plenty of fights in his youth. Not that his parents ever heard about it. Simon smiled cruelly down at his father he struggled to shake off his daze, as Paul groaned from the floor.
"What the hell is wrong with you!" Pamela screeched.
"Me? Nothing. I'm perfectly normal. How a about you?" Simon asked staring down hatefully at his mother.
"No, you are not! No normal son would punch his own father," Pamela growled.
"Well," Simon said narrowing his eyes at his mother, "That depends if he is actually is my father," he said ominously.
"What! Of course, he is. How can you say such things!" Pamela said flabbergasted. Simon just smirked before turning on the heel of his foot. He ignored the fact that his hand throbbed like mad, as he walked back to his room. "Paul! Paul!" Pamela said frantically while lightly slapping his cheek.
"Damn! Where did that boy learn how to punch?" Paul groaned rubbing his sore jaw.
"From the bullies that constantly harassed him," Amy said leaning against the counter unnerved by her brother's actions.
"Bullies?! What bullies?" Pamela asked.
"He never told you. I've clean him up enough to know he gave just as good as he got," Amy said matter-of-fact.
"Why didn't you ever tell me?" Pamela asked getting to her feet. Placing a hand underneath her husband's arm helping him to his feet. "Whoa there! I think I should drive you to work today."
"I think so too," Paul said holding his head.
"I didn't tell you Mom, because you would've gone all mother hen on him," Amy said, handing her father his lunch. "Now leave Simon to me. I'll give him a bit to cool down then I'll try and see why he's like this."
"Alright. You call me the moment you do, okay?"
"Sure thing Mom," Amy nodded. She watched as her parents drove off tens minutes later. Tentatively, walking down the hall, stopping when she heard his shower. Slowly pushing open his door, biting her lip she's always wanted to see her brother naked. She heard the squeaking of the water knobs as the shower cut off. Quickly opening the door, Amy was in awe of the sight in front of her. "Oh. My. God!" Amy said in amazement. From her own experience with her father Simon was half an inch shorter than he was. Yet that wasn't what amazed her, no, it was his girth. Her brother had to be six inches around. Amy could already feel her pussy getting wet; at the thought of how it would stretch her to her limit.
"What the hell! Get out!" Simon shouted quickly reaching for his towel to cover himself.
"Simon... I can take care of that for you," Amy said hungrily.
"Are you insane? Get the fuck out of my bathroom!"
"But baby bro, surely you'd like to feel how good I am with that cock in my mouth," Amy said, taking a step forward only to be shoved out the door. "Simon, please! You know I'd never hurt you," she said, pressing her forehead against the door.
"Go away! I'm not into that shit!" Simon said, feeling his disgust rising at the thought of his sister sucking him off.
"Just think about Simon, I'm only here for another week. You never know what you're missing," Amy taunted him before leaving him be.
"Hell will freeze before I ever do that," Simon spat. Quickly getting dressed he wasn't about to stay in that house with his horny sister. He wasn't about to sink down into that debauchery. Then he heard the knock on the front door of his home.
"Hey Amy." Simon heard the voice of his girlfriend greeting his sister. "Can I come in?"
"Sure," Amy said, gesturing for Melody to enter.
"Fuck!" Simon cursed quietly as he tied his shoes. He knew if he saw her. He might accidentally let his plans slip. That wasn't something he could afford at the moment. Pushing his window up, silently slipping out into that cold morning, Simon eased his window down. He wasn't about to caught at least not yet.
"He was just here?!" Simon heard his sister's confused voice. "Maybe he's in the kitchen or something." Once he heard their footsteps fading away Simon bolted towards the town center.
"So why are you here?" Amy asked lowering herself onto the sofa after they couldn't find her brother anywhere.
"Well..." Melody said squirming underneath Amy's gaze, "Simon, hasn't been answering my calls or texts. I was hoping we could talk."
"What about," Amy said, leaning on her hand that rested on the armrest of the couch. She didn't overly liked the girl in the way she treated her brother. Especially, what she had said yesterday about him. "We both know you're only using him to fuck my father."
"I am not! I love Simon," Melody said flustered.
"Really? Is that why you gave up that pussy to my dad instead of Simon?" Amy said narrowing her eyes.
"Well... I like them big," Melody said looking away.
"Well, I guess it's a good thing you never did, because you'll never experience what I just saw," Amy said with a sinister smirk.
"And what's that?" Melody asked annoyed with Amy's attitude towards her.
"One of the thickest cocks I've ever seen."
"You're kidding me right no way Simon is that big! I would have noticed," Melody said skeptically.
"When would that be? When you were on your knees sucking my father's cock, or when my uncle was fucking that ass? From what I know you always ran away when Simon tried to take things further with you. So why don't you save him the heartache of knowing his long term girlfriend never gave a shit about him; and allow someone-namely me-to take care of my sweet brother," Amy said coldly.
"Do you really want me out there? Telling every dirty little secret I know about this family?" Melody asked with a wicked smile. "Surely, that high class university wouldn't enjoy knowing how one of their students is involved in a incestuous relationship," Melody said menacingly. Enjoying the hateful look on Amy's face. "Well, I guess I'll go since Simon isn't here," she said smugly, "Do tell my boyfriend," Melody said, drawing out the word just to irk Amy. "That I came by and to have him call me. He and I have something hard to catch up on," she said, sticking her nose in the air at Amy. "Oh and, the next time we see each other," Melody said looking over at Amy, "Simon's cock will belong to me."
"So you think," Amy retorted, "You only see Simon when he wishes it. I on the other hand live here," she said with her own smugness.
"Hmpf!" Melody huffed sashaying quickly out of the house.
As the front door closed Amy dived for the house phone. Her fingers flew over the keypad as she dialed her brother's cell phone number. Her legs kicked wildly in the air as she listen to the line ring. Then she heard it from the other side of the house. That muffle ring of his cell phone. Walking hurriedly down the hall, opening his desk drawer her eyes falling of that flashing screen. Ending the call, a dirty wicked thought flashed across her mind. Snatching his phone from his drawer, Amy dashed into her room. Quickly, stripping off her clothes, opening up her brother's camera app, posing nude in front of her full length mirror. Taking a snap shot of her naked body, then bending over ensuring her taut ass was centered in the mirror. Taking another picture of her pink swollen puffy lips, and another of her fingers spreading her moist labia. All so that Simon could see her beckoning womanhood. Tossing his phone onto her bed, throwing open her closet doors, digging through the junk she had collected throughout her life. Looking for her old selfy stick she had tossed in there before she left for college.
Setting the photos she had just taken as a moving wallpaper as a backdrop on his screen. Amy smiled hoping it would entice that cock she saw earlier. If that didn't work she knew what she was about to do definitely would. Turning on his camera again setting it to record.
"Hello Simon," Amy said sweetly into the camera, "I do hope you find this video, and I hope that you'll enjoy what you're about to see. This is only for you, baby bro, so please don't show this to anyone, okay?" she said before running a dildo along her lips.
The brass bell jiggled over head as Simon entered the only spy shop in town. He already knew what he wanted. Simon browsed the stores web site to be sure they had the spy cams he wanted. He knew he needed at least nine: two to cover the living room, one for his sister's and parent's room, two for their corresponding bathrooms, one for the kitchen, one in the den, and a spare just in case one of them broke. Also he was going to need the battery upgrade. He didn't think constantly running around his house every day to charge them would end well. Simon just hoped the picture quality was as good as their web site claimed it was. He knew it was going to take every penny he had, yet with what he was going to do with the footage. He knew he could make up whatever money he lost.
"Yes? Can I help you?" asked an middle age man as he stood behind the counter of that small shop.
"Yes, I need nine PalmVID Dvrs and their upgrade batteries and heat sinks, along with the SD cards that go with them," Simon said matter-of-fact.
"You're not planning anything sinister with these cameras are you?" the man asked as he stacked the packaged cameras onto the counter.
"No. Of course not. My boss just sent me down here for these. I have no idea why though," Simon lied.
"Alright. That will be $479.38 cents. Now will that be cash or charge? the man asked. Simon didn't say anything only handing the man $480 dollars. "Here is your receipt, those cameras have a sixty day warranty should one of them break. If you bring it back I'll either fix it free of charge or give you a new one. Thanks again for shopping at Spyworks," the man said smiling warmly at Simon.
"Thanks I'll tell my boss that," Simon said, waving to the man before exiting the store.
Sneaking around the outside of his house to his unlocked window. Simon didn't want them to know what he's been up to. He failed to notice his mother's car was parked in their driveway. Walking through the front door the house was to quiet for his liking.
"Simon Dante Winters! Where in the hell have you been?!" Pamela yelled as the front door closed.
"Out," Simon said plainly.
"I'm sick and tired of this attitude of yours," Pamela said, marching up to him her nose pressed against his. "You will tell me right now where have you been? When you know you are grounded. I came home for lunch only to find out you been gone since eight o'clock this morning," she seethed as she poked Simon in the chest.
"Fucking the Librarian in the back office." Simon staggered to his left from the force of his mother's slap. He felt the warm salty liquid coating his tongue from his cut lip. "What don't like the fact I fucked someone?" Simon chuckled menacingly only to feel the sting of another slap.
"Please! We all know that woman is a lesbian."
"Hmpf. Maybe for other guys, but she loves my dick," Simon said darkly, as he tested the cut with his tongue.
Amy stood in the doorway neither moving to aid either one of them. She no idea why her brother was being so difficult. Yet she did hope he would come around. How she wanted to experience that rod of his. If only he would stop this act of his.
"Really. Now," Pamela growled low, "Alright. Show me this cock that can turn a lesbian straight," she said crossing her arms. "Well, hurry up I don't have all damn day. Unless of course, you were lying," Pamela said smugly.
"What kind of mother wants to see her own son's junk?" Simon asked shaking his head.
"One that knows when her punk ass son is lying to her."
"You want to see it. Fine," Simon said coldly, "I'll show you," he said, unbuckling his belt pushing his pants and underwear down to the floor. "Is this what you wanted see..." His mother bridged the gap between them before he could finish.
"Maybe," Pamela whispered her fingers tracing along her son's hard cock, "You're being this rude little shit, is because you need someone to take care of this," she said, keeping her surprise from showing as she wrapped her hand around his steel rod. Leaning forward her cheek brushing along his, her nose nuzzling his hair. "If you like, baby. Mama is more than willing to let you fuck her with this cock. Maybe then you'll go back to the son I know."
"Hell no!" Simon said pushing his mother away. "Punish me or kiss my white ass," he said waddling off to his room.
"I told you that wasn't going to work, Mom."
"So you did," Pamela said looking down at her hand. Storing the sensation of her son's cock to memory. "I mean what man says no when a woman has a hand on his dick?!" she said flabbergasted, that her son just walked away from her.
"I do!" Simon shouted from his room to muffle the sound of the plastic bag. Hiding it in the back of his closet until he could set up the cameras. Quickly and silently closing his closet door as he heard the sound of his mother approaching. Barely, making to his bed before his mother showed herself. Stepping out of her heels beside his door. It wouldn't do her any good if her shoes got caught on his bedspread. Gesturing for her daughter to wait out of sight in case Simon didn't take her bait.
"You and I need to have a little talk, young man," Pamela said, slowly, deliberately taking off her suit jacket to accentuate her breasts. She was going to feel her son's cock deep inside of her one way or another.
"Uh huh," Simon said, flipping a page of the book he was reading. Hoping his mother took the diversion.
"You will look at me when I'm talking to you," Pamela said sternly, plucking his book from his hands. "I didn't take you for a War and Peace type of person," she said, reading the spine of the book.
"I guess you don't know your son very well then," Simon said, slightly annoyed that she hadn't left yet.
"Honey," Pamela cooed placing her knee on his bed, "Why must we fight? I don't know, what's gotten into you lately; but you know I'm always going to be here to help you," she said sensuously, running her hand up his leg.
"What are you doing?" Simon asked skeptical of his mother's motives.
"Why must I be up to something to speak with my son?" Pamela asked feigning hurt, "I just wish to have a conversation with my sweet boy," she said lustfully.
"That doesn't require you to crawl along my bed," Simon said, trying to distance himself from his mother. Yet his mother swung her leg over pinning him in place. His eyes caught sight of the tops of her black silk thigh high stockings.
"Oh but, it does, Simon," Pamela purred hungrily. Her hands ran up his chest. Her uncovered mound set ever so perfectly on his soft cock as she leaned forward. "Baby," her tongue gently teased the tip of his nose, "Tell mama what's wrong? Is it because no one allowed you to get this wet?" she asked her right hand ran down his chest before slipping into her son's pants. Her eyes lit up evilly as she grasped his soft phallus.
"What the..."
"Shhh!" Pamela hissed as she placed her finger over his lips. "No more talking from you, you will lay there, and enjoy your mother's hand on you cock," she said, slowly beginning to stroke her son's tool.
"No!" Simon said heatedly.
"Yes, Simon!" Pamela growled pinning his arms above his head. Unsnapping the button on his jeans, roughly pulling down his underwear exposing his manhood. Feeling her son's body tense up as she continued her slow teasing of his phallus. "Yes, baby, just give in," she whispered as she nuzzled his neck, "Can you feel that sweetheart?" Pamela asked running her naked mound along his hard shaft. "I bet you never felt a pussy on your cock before. How about we just put in, shall we?"
"No! No! No!" Simon said, tossing his mother off of him. Scurrying off the bed tucking away his junk, before she could assault him again.
"Well," Pamela huffed slightly surprised that her son was playing so hard to get. "Amy!" she called out. She didn't want to do this, yet Simon left her little choice.
"Yeah," Amy called back knowing that was her cue.
"Nail his windows shut!" Pamela ordered as she straighten out her clothes.
"You can't do that!" Simon shouted.
"You seem to think this is your house, little boy. This is my fucking house, and I'll do whatever the fuck I want with it!" Pamela growled. A little perturbed that her son had rebuffed her advances, yet that only made her want Simon more. "Well, that will keep you from escaping from now on. Oh and, Simon, when I get home tonight. I hope you'll have thought long and hard about what happened here, because if you want those nails removed you'll fuck your mother. If not, then get used to being stuck in this room until you do," Pamela said wickedly as the door closed.
One week later...
Christmas day. Simon logged onto the site he now handled through a proxy server, so his parents wouldn't be able to track his movements. So far his site has ten videos up and running on the dark web. Some were of his father and sister in the middle of the night, or his mother and sister. However, the bulk of his videos were the same group of people he saw on that earth shattering day. Simon blurred out their faces except for Melody's face. He was cruel, but he wasn't a monster. He didn't want some pervert harassing his sister. Although that didn't stop him from making money off of their sin. Charging anywhere from five dollars for ten minutes of the videos, or twenty for full access to its entirety. He made sure the videos could never be downloaded from the site, other than by him that is. Simon wanted to keep full control over that damaging evidence. Which he was quite pleased with himself. So far, the site had netted him a little over two grand. He had no idea there were so many people into incest. Yet he wasn't about to condemn his paying customers. Quickly, logging off when he heard footsteps approaching his door.
"Simon?" Amy whispered opening his door.
"What?" Simon asked making it appear he was just casually surfing the net.
"Remember what we talked about?" Amy asked. He knew what she meant. It was that damn video she had hidden on his phone, and with the wallpaper that was now permanently his back drop due to an unfortunate accident. That his mother had tossed into the toilet. Causing short in it's processor to believe his sister's pictures were apart of the core systems wallpaper files. Try as he might Simon couldn't fix the error in the software. So he was stuck with the image of his naked sister until he could get a new one. However, since he had constantly rebuffed his mother. His adventures in the outside world were limited.
"If your talking about your video. I erased it," Simon lied. It was one of his highest earners with a slight modification, of course.
"But why?!" Amy asked slipping into his room. Shutting the door so their parents wouldn't over hear their conversation.
"Why wouldn't I?" Simon said perplexed.
"But I made it just for you," Amy said, hurt that he would so recklessly toss away the gift she made him. "Did you at least watch it?"
"Yes," Simon said, he had to, to ensure her face remained blurred throughout the video.
"Did you like it?" Amy asked quizzically. She wanted to be the one that her brother came to. To be the one that would be first to experience his cock.
"Umm..." Simon pressed his back against his chair. The hinge squeaked irritably as his sister thrust her face into his.
"Simon. Did. You. Like. It?" Amy asked not taking no for an answer. Her hands gripped the armrests not giving her brother a means of escape.
"Umm... yes," Simon lied so she would leave him be.
"Truly?" Amy asked unsure of his answer.
"Yes," Simon said, quickly glancing down noticing how his sister wasn't wearing a bra.
"Did you jack..." Amy's voiced stilled as the doorbell rang.
"Mom!" their mother's voice rang out joyfully as she answered the door.
"We'll talk about this later," Amy said leaning in close, "I'm glad you watched it. I hope that maybe," she said reaching down her hand cupping his groin, "Soon you'll let me experience this." Showing off her ass as she left to greet her grandparents. She knew her grandmother knew nothing about what they did. Amy knew that would destroy her. Her aunt was in the same boat. Yet to Amy her aunt was to much of a stuck up prude. If she would satisfy her husband than he wouldn't be fucking them. Amy prayed her sweet grandmother would never find out.
"Amy! Sweetheart, how's college?" her grandmother asked as Amy entered the kitchen.
"Good. How are you doing grandma?" Amy asked hugging her tightly noticing the look her grandfather gave her.
"Good. Good. Now where is that brother of yours?" she asked peering around her granddaughter.
"In his room where he will stay," Pamela said sternly.
"But why?! It's Christmas!"
"He's been rather rude and difficult over the past week Judy," Paul said handing Philip a beer, "So we thought it best to revoke his Christmas to teach him a lesson."
"That so, it seems not to be working," Simon said startling them all, "Hello grandma," he said hugging her warmly. Ignoring his grandfather, Simon didn't see a need to greet the man.
"Simon!" Pamela growled.
"Don't get your panties in a twist. I only came for a drink," Simon said arrogantly. Smirking to his parents as the kitchen went dead silent as he popped open his can of soda before leaving the room. He could feel his mother's gaze burning into his back as he did. Simon glanced out the corner of his eye as he was about to enter his room. The angry look on his mother's face was priceless.
"Can you not be a little shit today?" Pamela asked keeping her temper in check. "Could you at least seem polite when your grandparents are in the room."
"I did," Simon said, placing his soda on his night stand before plopping down on his bed. "I didn't call you a whore now did I?" he kept his nervousness hidden as his mother closed his door.
"You will stop calling your mother that!" Pamela growled.
"Oh, will I now?"
"Yes, god damn it! You should show me some respect!" Simon just chuckled at that. His respect for her ended a week ago. When he heard her beg his uncle to pound her cunt.
"Really? After you rubbed your cunt all over my cock?" Simon asked arching an eyebrow. "Here," he said, reaching through the slit of his pajamas and underwear fishing out his cock. "Go on. Suck it!" Simon said, taunting his mother as he shook his appendage at her.
"Your disgusting!" Pamela sneered, yet she couldn't take her eyes off of her son's hardening cock.
"I guess you don't want it," Simon said shrugging, placing his member back into his pajamas. "Before you start calling me disgusting maybe you should keep your voice down when Amy's fucking you," he said matter-of-fact. Switching on his TV telling his mother their conversation was over.
"When your grandparents, aunt and uncle leaves you and I will finish this," Pamela growled low her eyes falling on that hard bulge.
"Is that before or after you suck my dick?" Simon laughed maniacally as his mother huffed slamming his door shut.
"Here," Amy said, placing his Christmas lunch on his computer desk. Unhappy that he told their mother to suck his cock instead of her. "Grandma, made it for you," she said, placing the his glass beside the plate. Little did either of them know there was something extra within the gravy that smothered his mash potatoes.
Darkness crept along the floor boards of Simon's room, as that cold winter night descend upon the Winters family home. Simon snored loudly due to the drug that was added to his food. His door slowly inched opened. She didn't want anyone to interrupt her. She was determined to make her son eat his words. Locking the door behind her. Her family was dozing off their meal in the living room. She knew if it worked on them than it had worked on her son. Pamela knew he wasn't sincere earlier. Given how he had rebuffed her constant advances.
"Well baby, it looks like your not going to be a virgin for much longer rather you know it or not," Pamela said evilly. Her fingers made quick work of the buttons of her shirt, and the zipper of her pants. Her light pink underwear was darkened by the waning light that filtered into her son's room. She had been thinking of this while she waited for the drug to take affect in her other family members. Her arousal filled the air, as her panties pulled away from her moist lips. Her eyes glanced over at his phone. An evil light played across her eyes as her panties fell from her grasp. Arching an eyebrow when she saw her naked daughter on the screen. A devious smirk graced her lips. Her bra fell to the floor in a soft kiss. Sliding his plate to the side. Spreading her legs wide as she sat on his desk. Taking multiple of photos of her naked body. Then of her sucked her juices from her finger. Sliding off the desk, placing his phone on the left side of Simon's hip. Pamela slowly, painstakingly pulled down his pajama pants.
Hungrily, licking her lips as she stared down at her son's soft cock. Kneeling down at the side of his bed, Pamela couldn't wait to have that cock in her mouth. Her hand slid along the bedspread as she reached for his phone. Her finger swiping across the screen to to find his camera app. Opening it up, while her other hand took hold of his soft member.
"So you think your mother is a whore, huh?" Pamela asked looking into the camera as the recording light blinked. "Well then, you won't have any qualms about this "whore" sucking on this dick of yours?" she asked while slowly stroking his cock. Making sure her face was centered in the screen as her lips wrapped around Simon's rod. Rocking her head, her tongue teasing his head. Smiling coyly into the camera as his cock left her lips. "Would you look at that?" Pamela cooed as showing off Simon's glistening tool to the camera. "Now I think it's time for this cock of yours to fuck your mother, don't you think so?" Climbing onto the bed, making sure if her son did awaken. He would be greeted by her smiling triumphant face. Although given that she gave Simon a larger dose that was unlikely. "Well, now to the main course." Pamela's voice could be heard on screen as she centered the camera on the tip of Simon's cock as it entered her canal.
"Oh baby," Pamela moaned as she slowly sank down on his rod, "God! You're so big!" her muscles trembled as her folds squeezed his manhood. "Mama likes! So big. So thick!" she purred heavenly. "Fuck!" Pamela muffled her groaned. She had no wish for anyone to overhear her, even if the possibility was small. "God, baby, you're stretching your mother to her limit," she said, the camera becoming shaky as her hips rapidly rose and fell. "I'm going to..." Pamela squealed as her hot cream flooded her canal coating Simon's cock, "Well, baby, you aren't a virgin anymore. How does it feel knowing you just made your mother cum? Shall we try for another?" she said sinfully. Hitting the pause button, tossing his phone to the side. Pamela wanted her full attention on the cock currently nestled in her cunt. Her hands ran up his chest as her hips slammed down onto that orgasmic tool of his.
"Yes, Simon, fuck your mother!" Pamela moaned as her second orgasm was nigh, "You like having this pussy wrapped around your cock don't you?" she asked looking down at her unconscious son. "I know you do. It's okay. Mama will always let you fuck her with this cock of yours," Pamela said, breathing heavily as she came down from her orgasm. Reaching his phone again, reaching behind her spreading his legs apart. Listening to how her son's cock left her cunt in a slick pop, and a wet slap against his stomach as she looked between her legs. Setting up the phone so she didn't need to hold it while she savored her son's cock.
"Now," Pamela said. Her tongue running over her upper lip, as she posed his cock back at her entrance. "I think it's time we put this back where it belongs." Her dripping lips parted easily as that stout rod slid through her folds. "Mmm... this "whore" is never going to get tried of this cock," Pamela said, leaning forward allowing the light to shine upon his wet, cream smeared, hard cock as her cunt slid down that pole. "Now I think it's time you soil my pussy with that cum," she said, saying nothing more as she sought to have that hot seed of his filling her mound.
"What's this!" Pamela smirked sinfully as she felt his hot cum filling her womb. "Did you just cum inside of your mother? Yes, you did!" she teased. Sliding off of her son's cock, wiping her juices from the screen as she lined up the camera with her slit. "Look baby? Look at all that cum oozing out of your mother's cunt," Pamela said, zooming on that white ooze as it leaked out of her cunt.
Simon woke around six a.m. He didn't know how or why he slept for so long. The last thing he remembered was eating his Christmas lunch. Then he noticed an odd stale odor lingering in his room. Sitting up, his phone sliding down his chest. Simon noticed two things: the yellow sticky note attached to the screen, and the fact his pajama pants were around his ankles. "Play me!" was written upon the sticky note.
"No!" Simon seethed as his mother came on screen with his cock in her mouth. "No! No! No!" he yelled as she inserted his cock into her cunt.
"Something wrong Simon?" Pamela asked leaning against the doorframe in her robe. She hoped that once he saw the video. That he would hopefully be up to actually fucking her while he was awake.
"You! Raped me! Your own god damn son!" Simon said surging off of his bed.
"Rape never! I never heard you say no, did I?" Pamela asked feigning innocence. "Plus, if your going to yell at me, I think you need to cover up," she said smirking, pointing to his pajamas that were still around his ankles. "Baby," she said, stepping into his room. She tried to reach for his cock, yet Simon batted away her hand.
"Get out of my room!"
Pamela had enough! She knew his cock enjoyed being inside of her. Why couldn't her son see that? Was she so repulsive? Was her wanting to please him so wrong? Her hand darted out, her fingers were like a steel vice as she held his chin.
"You are going to fuck me! Oh, yes, you are!" Pamela growled her free hand grasped his soft rod. "You will fuck your mother willingly, or so help me I will make your life a living hell," she said darkly.
"Fuck. You. Whore!" Simon slammed into his dresser from the from the punch on his jaw.
"You think you can rebuff my advances without consequence?! You think you can walk around here with that fat cock and not give it to me!" Pamela yelled angrily, "I got some news for you, boy," she sneered. "Your girlfriend never fucking loved you!" Pamela said, pulling out all the stops regardless of how it would harm her son. "Prancing around here giving out that pussy to your father! When I-your loving mother-would never string you along like she has; baby, I love you with all my heart. However, as of now I can't stand to look at you. So go. Get out of this house, go spend your last week of freedom at your grandparents house," Pamela said, then she saw it. The genuine hurt in her son's warm brown eyes.
"Just... get out," Simon sighed. Pamela leaned against the wall silently crying as to why he didn't want her, and for allowing her anger to get the better of her. She heard the crashing of his dresser as Simon tore up his room in his fury.
"Mom?" Amy said softly, she had heard everything. She had no idea her mother would go that far. It even left a bad taste in her mouth. "Why? Why would you do that to Simon?" she asked leading Pamela away from her brother's room.
"I don't know. I just wanted him so badly," Pamela said sinking down onto the couch. As her anger cooled she knew she had harmed her son in more ways than one. "I just wanted Simon to experience a real woman that loves him, and not that girl that parades her ass around here."
"But did you have to..." Their bodies stilled as Simon's door slammed closed. A large duffel bag hung off of his shoulder. His feet stomping as he never once glanced at his family. He was done with them. Simon only had to survive the last few months then they would never see him again. "Simon! Wait. I'll take you!" Amy said quickly jumping from her seat. Only to hear his huff and disgust before disappearing into that snow covered morning.
"What have I done!" Pamela wept loudly into her hands.
"What's going on?!" Paul asked groggy as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
Five months later...
Simon's pen tapped rapidly on his desk as his mouse cursor hovered over the button to close down his site. Chewing on his lip knowing how much the videos had netted him. Shaking his head, he had earned enough. The need for the site was over. Within a few hours he would be gone from that town. With graduation over, Simon set his sights on destroying Melody. He already had the people lined up all he needed to do was get her there. With his father sound asleep in the living room it wasn't hard for him to steal it. Narrowing his eyes at the numerous text messages they shared with one another. Knowing how his father was fucking her behind his mother's back. Not that he cared any longer. His once warm home was now nothing more then a cold dark hole he was eager to escape.
"Soon," Simon said to himself. Typing out a text message to Melody using his father's mannerisms. Telling her he need her right now, that he needed to fuck her tight little pussy. Simon smirk evilly as Melody replied instantly. Telling her to meet her at the Moonlight Motel-a few miles east of his home-within a hour, to knock twice on the door to room 204. Picking his phone up, regardless if they fuck her or not he didn't care. All he cared about was vengeance. Sneaking his father's phone back before sneaking out of his home. The engine of his rusted car roared as he sped towards the motel.
As the hour neared, Simon heard the two quick knocks. Putting his finger to his lips to keep the men he had hired to remain silent, as they stood behind the wall of the small room that separated the bathroom from the main room. Staying behind the door as it inched open.
"Paul?! Why is it so dark in here? Are you being kinky again?" Melody asked jumping as Simon slammed the door hard and switched on the overhead light. "Simon!" she said in surprise.
"Were you expecting my father?" Simon asked hatefully, "God, you don't know how hard this was to come out and call you a two timing whore that you are," he sneered in disgust.
"Please Simon! We can talk about this!"
"Don't fucking touch me! There is no telling what you have caught," Simon said, throwing his arms up as Melody reached for him. "Gentlemen!" he called out to the men he had hired.
"Simon?! What's going on?" Melody asked fearful of the four brawny men as they filed in. Simon smiled wickedly see the fear in her eyes.
"Oh this?" Simon said waving to the four men. He wasn't one to contrive rape, yet Melody didn't need to know they were all gay. He just needed them to play the part. What happens after he's gone Simon didn't care. "Since you don't fuck boys, only men with fat cocks," Simon said echoing her words from that revealing day. "They're here to keep you company," he said opening the door, "Oh and, Melody, we are so done," Simon laughed maniacally at her stun frightened look.
"Mom! Dad! Simon!" Amy called out as she arrived home from college.
"Your brother hasn't been home all day, and your father had to rush off somewhere," Pamela said walking out of her bedroom. Hugging her daughter warmly, watching the door handle turn as she peered over Amy's shoulder. "Paul? Is everything alright?"
"Yeah, apparently Simon lured Melody to a shady motel room, and left her with four grown men. When I got there they were trying to calm her down through the door. It seems Simon has known about us for a very long time," Paul sighed.
"Us? Explain US?" Pamela asked narrowing her eyes at her husband.
"Us," Paul said pointing to them.
"Since when?" Pamela asked arching an eyebrow.
"A week before Christmas," Paul said matter-of-fact.
"Oh my!" Amy said her hand shot to her mouth. Now she knew why he was bending a rude little shit to them. Undoubtedly, Simon had seen his own father fucking his girlfriend. They jumped as an alarm went off from Simon's room. Filing into his bedroom, noting how his drawers had been thrown open, their contents empty of the clothes that lined those wooden drawers, and a lone laptop on his desk with a sticky note that read "Play me". Tentatively, Amy pressed the spacebar powering up the laptop, clicking on the play button.
"Hello, my treacherous incestuous family. If you're watching this it means I'm gone. Nothing you can do will ever find me. You should have known I would have found out about your debauchery sooner or later. You should know you are the cause of what's coming. What? You ask? Amy, grandmother was heart broken when I showed her what you did to her husband, and you mother," Simon sneered, "How she screamed as she watched her two children fucking themselves. Oh, how aunt Caroline howled knowing her husband had never been faithful to her. I do wonder if you all feel any remorse at the thought that YOU are the cause of all this heartache? And you-asshat-was it not enough you been fucking mother and your daughter that you had to have my girlfriend! Does mother know you been fucking her behind her back, hmm?"
"I fucking knew it!" Pamela yelled her fist pummeling her husband's face.
"Oh, the things I saw on his phone! Wouldn't you like see them mother?" Simon sneered again.
"Yes, god damn it!" Pamela yelled at the screen.
"Pamela..." Paul said reaching for his wife, "The boy doesn't know what's he's talking about." His heart throbbed in his throat as Pamela's phone chirped.
"Get your ass out of my house right now, before god help me, I murder your cheating ass!" Pamela growled demonically as she took in her fill of all of his text messages to and from Melody.
"Oh, before I leave I have one last thing to tell you. I want you all to know you have become an Internet sensation. You have no idea how many people watched the videos I made of you all," Simon laughed maniacally.
The warm summer breeze flowed through Simon's hair as he looked back towards his once warm home. The bus doors squeaked as they opened, waiting for those raw recruits to step aboard. Smirking to himself knowing by now they had found his video. Wondering what kind of fallout was approaching them. As the bus disappeared over the horizon heading towards the airport. Simon Dante Winters was never again seen in that town.
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