Chapter 9 - Labor Day(Enema, Pregnant, Incest)

Maggie sat in the waiting room watching for her mother to return. Her own belly had started to grow. She had hoped it wasn't true, but she accepted it now. Her mother took care of her and she promised that any children she would have wouldn't be Maggie's burden alone. They’d both been through so much and her mother was still foolish enough to keep that guy’s kids. Mom had always had been a closet freak, but she had been more open with her compared to her other siblings. I still love her. She knew, being Labor Day, he probably had some sick scenario planned. The door opened and Laura waddled out. She was going to have quadruplets and she was huge. “How’d it go?”
“They’re all doing fine. I come back in for another checkup next month.”
“When is the due date again?”
“November 1st.”
“Wow, I didn’t think you could get much bigger.”
“I can’t move very well now, that’s for sure.” She gasped, “Oh, they’re moving! Feel.” She put Maggie’s hand on her belly. Maggie couldn’t hide a smile. As messed up as this whole ordeal is, at least mom was happy. They drove home, talking of trivial matters until she decided to mention the obvious question. “What do you think he’ll have you do today?”
 
Laura’s smile vanished and reappeared quickly. “I don’t care, it makes him happy.”
“He tortures us for his own enjoyment! Why do you care what makes him happy?”
“I do this because I love him and he loves us. He does this to expand our boundaries. He is supporting us; that is reward enough!”
“He’s not asking if I want to expand my boundaries. He had me shove eggs up my friend’s butt, gave me enemas, and had me breastfeed from my mother!”
“He didn’t do those, Vanessa and I did those. He just gives us a nudge and watches the results. I kind of liked being close to you again. Having you drinking from me was nice, sweetie.”
“I guess that wasn’t so bad, but this is extremely messed up.”
“We are unique. Now we can trust each other more than ever before. You wouldn’t have been able to talk to me like this a year ago.”
“You’re right, but that doesn’t mean I like it.”
“What do you like, then?” Noting Maggie’s confusion, Laura continued, “What fetish do you enjoy?”
“Mom, I’m not going to tell you!”
“Come on, you can tell me! Please.”
She felt her face warm, “I, uh, I guess I like doing it in public.”
“Oh, do tell!”
“Mom!” She fidgeted, “Dave and I only did it once before we broke up - in the back of a movie theater I s-sat on him. There were only a few other people in there and we had to stop because someone came in. I had to finish him with my hand.”
“Maggie!” Laura laughed, “That’s cute. I like being open with you.”
“Shut-up, mom.” They both smiled. Maybe this is good for us.
 
Maggie helped her mother into the house, sat her upon the couch, and turned the TV on. She sat close to her, resting her head upon her mother’s belly. Laura rubbed her hair gently. Maggie felt a few movements in her mother’s belly as she drifted to sleep.
 
Maggie awoke some time later. She sat up, rubbing her eyes. Her mother smiled warmly, “Have a nice nap?”
“Mmm-hmmm,” she stretched and yawned. She stood and walked to the bathroom. She returned, but before she could sit there was a knock at the door. She answered it, still feeling groggy.
 
“Hello, my name is Mike Fowler. Is Laura Rosen available?”
Maggie was confused, but nodded, leading him into the living room. “Mom, there’s someone here to see you.”
Laura sat up as he walked in. “Uh, yes, would you please give us a minute sweetie?”
Maggie nodded after a moment and went into the other room. She closed the bathroom door loudly before pressing her ear to the door, listening to their conversation.
 
“No, of course not, I’m in a… domineering relationship and my kids think it’s bad for me. I do love him.”
“Well, I caught your daughter doing something… bad, a while back and she said it was her boyfriend had forced her. I let it go at the time, but recently she told me of a man that had kidnapped you and was forcing your family to do things. Any idea of why she would say that?”
Laura gasped, “I don’t know why she would say such a thing about him. What did she do that was so ‘bad?’”
“Uh, well, we caught her using a doll to… simulate pregnancy.”
There was a long pause before Laura simply asked, “what?”
“She took a doll and inserted it into herself and ran through the alleyway naked.”
“Emma did that?!”
“Yes, and I saw her again, along with your son a few weeks ago and I decided to follow them. They did other public sexual acts. They also returned to the same house from the first incident.” He hesitated before continuing, “I researched it and found that the house is in your name. 892 Stafford Street.”
“I, yes, but I had no idea they were using it.”
“Well, I watched that place for a while. One day I saw you go in and then your son came in some time later. I know you know more than you’re telling me.”
Another long pause, “I don’t want him to get in trouble, he didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Give me some answers then.”
“Well, the man’s name is Carl. He reminds me of my former husband.”
“Former?”
“Yes, he got into an accident, he didn’t make it.” She sniffled. “I missed him so much. Then Carl came along and made me feel right again. I had some bad relationships after my husband passed, but that was before I met Carl.” She smiled sadly.
“Does he force you to do things?”
“No, he suggests these ideas, but he doesn’t force anyone!”
“I would like to talk to Carl. Could you please call him and ask him to come over?”
“But Carl died.” Laura spoke, pleading somewhat.
“I… What do you mean?”
“My husband died in a car accident.”
A long pause, “Your husband was named Carl too?”
 
Laura burst into tears. Maggie opened the door, surprising Mike; he stood, looking like a deer in headlights.
Maggie scowled, “What did you do to her?”
“I-I… Nothing!”
“Get out, you creep!”
 
Mike apologized and left without protest. It took a few minutes before Laura calmed down. Maggie turned on the TV and excused herself. She went to her room and called her sister. Emma answered with a curious tone.
“Why did you move out?”
“Wha-why do you want to know?”
“Just tell me first, please.”
“Well, I found out something and I just couldn’t deal with mom after that.”
“Found out what? Tell me!”
Emma scoffed, “I found out that she was selling her body to people. I followed her one night and confronted her. She was going to have one man’s child; they decided to kill it instead. I moved out because she’s a fucking murdering whore!”
The word hurt, but Maggie understood now. It hadn’t been their father’s death that had turned them against each other; it was how her mother handled her grief. “Emma she was just going through a rough patch, give her a pass.”
“A fucking pass? I don’t believe how naive you are, you’re as stupid as mom!”
“At least I talk to her! Do you realize what she’s been through?”
“Do you realize what I’ve been through because of her?”
Maggie sighed slowly, “A police officer was here asking mom questions and she mentioned another man named Carl.”
Emma’s voice suddenly lost its malice, “Was his name Mike?”
“Yeah, I heard what happened to you. He’s the one who found you on the first Holiday, isn’t he?”
“Yes. I think he’s the guy. Mom’s captor, I mean. He followed us in June.”
“Captor? And you mean you and Aaron?”
“Yeah, he made us do some bad things… I think I’m pregnant, Maggie.” She whimpered. It was rare for Emma to cry.
“What? You and Aaron had sex? I can’t believe he’d make you… Wait, does that mean that guy has done something every month?”
Emma sniffled, “I don’t know, I’ve only been part of three.”
“Oh god, what else has he done to mom or Aaron when we weren’t there.” She thought over the situation, “But, if Mike is the guy then why didn’t mom recognize him… and why was he asking all those questions?”
“I-don’t know. Maybe he isn’t. We just need to be careful. I can only imagine what he did to you on New Year’s Day.”
Maggie hesitated, “What? I was at home on New Year’s Day.”
“He said he had you two captive.” She became suddenly agitated, “That’s the whole goddamned reason I put that doll in!”
“We were both at home playing a board game. I wonder what else he lied about.”
“Jesus, Mom told me not to talk to you about it. She said you were having trouble coping with the kidnapping!”
“I was never kidnapped. I did get texts saying that he had Mom and that’s the reason I did those things to Vanessa.”
She spoke anxiously. “Maggie, Mom is lying to us! I don’t know why, but we need find out!” She sighed deeply, attempting to calm down.
"I'm pregnant too." Maggie sniffed. “Mom put some guys stuff into me and injected me with fertility drugs later that night.”
"Oh my god."
"Yeah, I will be fine, though. I-I just consider myself a surrogate. This guy just wants more children."
"This whole thing is so fucked up; we have to stop him... Are you sure you're all right?"
"Yeah, I'll be okay, what about you?"
"Yeah... Look, I have to go; just let me know if anything changes.”
“Okay. Sorry for all of this, sis, we’ll figure it out.”
“I’m sorry too. Talk to you later, sis.”
 
After hanging up the phone, Maggie walked to the living room. So many questions to ask abou- She lost her train of thought instantly. Her mother had her hand down her pants, touching herself and breathing heavily. Maggie walked closer, uncertain of what to do.
 
Laura slid her other hand underneath her shirt, pinching her nipple. She moaned quietly as the pace increased. Small beads of sweat formed. Her large belly shook as she moved her hand. She tensed and moaned, quaking with excitement. Maggie shifted her weight; the floor creaked and Laura’s eyes shot open. Her orgasm continued as her hands stayed in place. Maggie watched as her mother shook a final time before removing her hands from underneath her clothes. She slid down slightly lower, looking at her belly as she spoke. “I-I’m sorry, I just couldn’t hold back any longer.”
 
Maggie was puzzled. Laura continued, “I got a text in the doctor’s office. He had me get a large enema before I left. I’ve been holding it in since then. He said I couldn’t go to the bathroom until I came three times,” she exhaled slowly, “that was the second one.”
 
“I thought you looked bigger today. Why don’t you just go now?”
“You don’t understand – it’s a test of willpower. You see if you can meet the challenge and have some fun along the way.”
She almost called her mom a stupid whore, but she stopped herself. I hate that word. She was starting to figure her mother out; she sat, watching her with her loving, dark eyes. She couldn’t judge her for doing what she wanted. She understood now.
 
“Dad did this to you when you were together, didn’t he? That’s why you do what he tells you.”
The question caught her off guard. She nodded sheepishly. Tears welled up in her eyes, “yes, he made me do things, but I always enjoyed them. I always wanted to please him. He enjoyed watching me squirm and I loved it! I loved him!”
 
Maggie didn’t understand why her mother liked it, but she could see why her father enjoyed it. She had certainly enjoyed watching Vanessa in distress in spite of their friendship. She knew all of this was wrong, but had an urge to punish her burdened, horny mother. After the fourth of July she saw her mother in a whole new light. Maggie couldn’t resist any longer: she walked over and carefully put her bare-foot upon Laura’s crotch. It felt wet, even through her pants. “Well, if you want to come again then you have to wait for me to say when.” She blushed, in spite of her calm delivery.
 
Laura was shocked at first, but she couldn’t stop from pressing against her daughter’s foot. Her expression showed her pleasure and a small moan escaped. “Oh, yes, tell me what to do!” She moved her hips up and down slowly. The display disturbed and amused Maggie. She removed her foot and watched the large breasts and belly shake - frustration growing on her mother’s face.
“You would do anything to get off now, wouldn’t you?”
“Oh, yes, anything!”
 
“Hmm.” Maggie’s mind wandered, she enjoyed this feeling of power. “Remove your pants.”
Laura did as she asked, taking off her jeans and her damp panties. Maggie reached down and lightly touched her mother’s moist pussy; the slight touch caused her to tremble and sigh loudly. Laura tried to reach down, but Maggie slapped her hand away. “Not until I say you can!” Mom really is a freak and I love it!
 
“Oh, please, let me cum!”
Maggie brushed the tip of her finger against the top of her privates. Her mother whimpered as she moved her hips, trying desperately for more of the sensation. Maggie pulled her hand back, teasing her. She brought herself between her mother’s legs and used her tongue to lightly search her mother's loins. Again, she pulled away as her mother moaned. Laura lightly slapped the couch in irritation. "Please! Please!"
Maggie licked her again for a few moments before pulling away once more. This time, however, Laura was unable to suppress the orgasm - she tensed and groaned, humping the air and quaking with excitement. She was irritated by the ruined orgasm.
Laura sighed bitterly. “That was mean!”
“That was fun.” Maggie giggled, “Go to the bathroom now, mom.”
 
Laura stood uneasily, holding a hand behind her, and shuffled into the bathroom. Maggie watched her bare butt jiggle as she walked. She thought about the whole situation. This is so wrong, but I like punishing her. Maybe if I show her I can take Dad’s role then she won’t need that creep anymore! Maggie knew that there was no going back after this, she was committed.