Chapter 4 - Layla's mom gets it

In which we get pegging again, and then Layla's mom gets raped full of his seed with the help of his two girlfriends.
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It’s been a full week since Reika did something dastardly and made her mom the mother of yet another child. Her Onii-chan’s seed did exactly what it needed to, and now their mother’ll have to deal with the consequences of betraying them.

Reika likes it more this way, now she can share her love with the woman that raised her. She can improve bonds and make it work. “Now we get your mom.” She looks over to her new friend and co-lover. “You’re ready for that? I’m not going to be gentle.”

“You have nothing to worry about.” Layla says, waiting for the cue to move. “Mom’s never liked him, and we’ve fought about it a lot. I think a forced change of heart will be good for her.”

“Oh jeez, how original.” He groans as he opens his eyes to yet another unfamiliar ceiling. His ass is bare, it’s wet and slimy, and resting against satin sheets. He’s upright again, his cock high in the air, and he can’t help but sigh a long lonesome, exasperated sigh. “Guh.” He doesn’t even try to scratch his nose this time, he just wriggles it and takes some relief in someone else scratching it for him. He’s chained up, that much is obvious, and even the gentlest tug confirms his suspicions.

“Your mother asked me not to tie you up.” There’s a redhead in front of him, one he’s never seen with her hair down, let alone naked and letting the bright mane hug her curves. “She said you’d be obedient, and I should just whip you if you step out of line, but I know you better than that. You’re a devious monster.” A little look to her left hand shows a dark and brutal looking riding crop. A very studded, riding crop that he would give anything to not get hit with. “Like what you see? It’s on your balls if you try to get inside me like you did your mother.”

“How would I even - that was Reika, I didn’t-”

“Shut it!” His teeth clench with a hiss, his legs burning from a loud smack he was too busy groaning to make out. The flare of pain doesn’t help either, it makes his heart beat in his ears and his whole body shake. “You soiled my daughter, you soiled your sister, and you soiled your mother. How deranged do you have to be to think you’re not responsible for any of that? I’ll teach you a lesson.” She snickers evilly, staring deeply into his eyes with the hate and malice he’s come to expect from this woman. She was always a pain in his ass, now that’ll likely be quite literal. “And when I’m done, I’ll get to decide if you keep your balls or if I cut them off. Spoiler alert, I spent all week making sure my knife was extra dull.”

“You… might just be more of a psycho than my sister.” He stares. Deeply, longingly, a little bit of a twitch inside him. “Huh.” He can’t help but notice he’s harder than normal, a lot harder. Reika’s officially succeeded, she has given him the crazy, she has turned him into this. He wants this now, and that hurts more than anything.

“Your cock would say otherwise.” She’s quick to grip it, to hold it, to glare at it as she strokes with calloused hands from long hours at a brutal work. He never really saw her when he was dating Layla, she was always busting her ass at a place that never appreciated her. When he did manage to see her, it was normally because she wanted to put him down and tell him he’s not good enough for her daughter. She’d berate him, call him names, she’d go out of her way to make sure he knew he wasn’t welcome and if she could stop her from seeing him she would. He always thought that was a little much, he was really good to her daughter, especially compared to some of the men she picked. Layla’s got more than one story about an abusive stepdad, so he really didn’t think her criticisms were okay..

“In fact, I think it wants me to start fucking your asshole.” It’s such a simple statement, said with such a deranged confidence that he can do nothing but gawk. Is every woman like this? Is this a strange side of reality he’s never witnessed? He watches as she slowly pulls something thick and monstrous from under the covers. “This is about you, not me.” She explains at his questioning look, and his awkward stare. “I don’t want to cum, I want you to suffer.” Her smile is so pure, it almost makes him forget the sheer malice she holds inside her. Almost, he can’t actually get away from it, it’s aimed at him and it’s almost suffocating. Vehemence incarnate; she has complicated emotions for him laid bare and made simple through incoherent rage. “Let’s see if I can really hurt you-”

“No!” Soft, gentle, urgent yet melodious. He couldn’t mistake Reika’s voice for anyone else’s, it’s just too big a part of his life. She’s warm and comforting when she’s not being crazy, and even when she is being crazy it’s normally in some way about her love for him so it’s easy to forget and forgive at a moment’s notice. Somehow, there’s something in her tone he doesn’t recognize.

Hatred.
It’s deep, insidious, bubbling out externally and filling the air with a miasma of wrongness. The purest girl in his life shouldn’t ever manage hatred. Anger sure, but even her cruelty is committed with a deranged sense of love and justice that’s functionally insane but emotionally spread on the back of angel wings.

“Oh, you fucked up.” Is all he can say to his one day mother in law, as the dildo is ripped from her hands, and the woman is pulled off him with an overwhelming force. He hears a wet thwack, he hears several, and he doesn’t even try to look or see what’s going on. 

“Are you okay?” Layla’s voice at his side shocks him back into focus, his fugue and confusion having taken him for a second he hadn’t even noticed. Disassociation is his only refuge in the storm of madness he’s taken to trudging through. “She didn’t actually hurt you, did she?” Lips overtake his, giving him a moment of peace, before he makes out that the dildo is still in her hand. 

“Layla you’re uh… not gonna use that right?” He used to trust her.
Now he trusts her to be devious.

“Wha-no. I just don’t want her getting ahold of it.” Layla holds it, stares at it, “this thing has barbs… What the fuck, mom. She coulda really hurt you, we planned to wait a little longer but we had to step in.” His stare couldn’t get anymore incredulous, as her mother is lifted back onto the bad, clearly worse for wear. Her hair is very messed up, she’s got a little blood on her cheek, she also doesn’t seem totally conscious. The ropes that have materialized on her hands and feet probably have something to do with that. Reika’s turned her into a toy for their use, it feels somewhat good to be on the other side of that.

“Suck.” Reika doesn’t hesitate to grab his cock, stroke it thick without asking, then hit the back of the woman’s throat with it. It’s all in one crazy motion, and he’s here for it. Throbbing in excitement for it. “You threatened this, so you get to appease it.” His gasp is lost in the tidal wave of suddenly swirling emotions. He thought she was brutal when she forced Layla to blow him, he’d seen absolutely nothing. To see Layla get in on it by grabbing ahold of her mother’s hair and pushing down with force, he’s seen it all. The world will never be understood, he will never understand, but the unknown has been laid bare for him. All he can do is buck up into her suffocating throat and aid them in their odd quest to turn a woman into a meat doll. “Wow, she is oddly competent at this.” Reika comments, as the unfocused woman deep throats him with an ease even Reika hasn’t managed. She doesn’t seem to have the slightest problem breathing. Where Layla had panicked, where Layla had cried, where Layla had lost her vision and hoped Reika wasn’t so crazy she’d let her die; her mother doesn’t notice.

“How fucking huge was dad?” Layla gasps, gawking at her mother wetly bobbing up her boyfriend’s fuckmeat with hardly a care. “You know what this means, right?”

“That we get to learn how to give really good blowjobs after we break her into Onii-chan’s pet?” Reika asks.

“Well, yes, but um.” The red spreading across Layla’s cheeks at the realization of what they’re doing put into actual, factual, evidence supported words. “We get to be more brutal with her than planned.”

Reika takes a few long moments to process that, her hands coming together to force the woman’s head down into his buck as he unloads hot steamy care. The only warning he gives is a grunt and a few sturdy twitches, but Reika knows. She knew when to push down by pure instinct, and Layla’s mom has no choice in the matter; she has to face the consequence. Seed shoots down her throat and fills her stomach one glob after another. His weighty shots always form a powerful load that would choke any normal woman.

“How in the fuck are you fine?” Layla tears at her hair, watching her mother’s throat expand as she gulps, carefully guzzling it down like it’s nothing. “My mother’s a whore.”

“Now she’s Onii-chan’s whore. Let’s christen her.” He doesn’t get much warning either, before he’s removed from her throat and he’s in one of Layla’s hands. His girlfriend gives him a bright smile, before a morphed expression takes her, and those lips of hers land right on her mother’s. “Good call.” Reika praises her, “Wouldn’t want her arguing with my whims.” It’s then that her hips are lifted, “line her up, will you?”

“Reika?” He finally realizes her plan, as his half-hard dick is lined up directly with the woman’s wet slit. “You can’t just-guaah!” He doesn’t get a say, he never does. Her hot pussy splits right as his cock plunders. He spreads her apart around his thickness and earns a moan from the older woman. That moan is captured right into her daughter’s loving, waiting, overly enthusiastic lips. He gets to watch a mother and daughter duo make-out, while said mom is lowered right onto his shaft. Her ass presses against his balls, and only then does he realize he’s got a win in this wasteland of lost agency.

“I just won’t get hard.” He challenges them. “I won’t make a baby if I don’t cum.”

“Oh, onii-chan, you’re so basic and forgetful.” Reika teases. “Layla, grab and use her hips.” His love doesn’t hesitate to take hold of those baby-making hips that made her, and start rocking them, grinding mid-kiss without even stopping for a breath or looking to see what Reika’s up to.

He on the other hand is very focused on what Reika is up to. Well, focused on her with what little of his attention he can take away from a mother and daughter fighting with their tongues for what little of his cum is left in the older woman’s mouth. It’s not a one sided effort either, Layla’s mom wants her prize. It’s so hot, he has to try his hardest though, he can’t afford to lose his focus on - “Oh fuck, that’s cold!” It is cold, the slippery prize working its way into his asshole and over his lower cheeks.

“That thing’s too big.” Reika explains, “but I brought my own and I’m not sure how pre-lubed you are. ”Behold, the prostate milker three thousand!” She leaves his side just long enough to pull a big pink rod about his shaft in size - no, exactly his shaft, it even has similar markings. “I made it using a mold of your dick, that way I can fuck you with your own cock, and you can fuck yourself if you get too uppity and need a lesson.” The grin on her lips is back just where he wants it, so as much as he wants to argue, he takes a deep resigned breath and spreads his legs what he can. He’s gonna like it anyway, he knows he is.
He always does.

“Just gotta don some safety gear…” Goggles make their way onto her eyes, a mask arrives on her face, earmuffs come from her bag. “There, let my game begin. You’ll cum in this woman if I have to force it out of you, Onii-chan.”

“Reika you can’t just-”

“Sorry onii-chan, I can’t hear you, so I’m just gonna assume you’re admiring what I’ve made.” With that she pulls a cord, and the device in both her arms starts to piston uncontrollably like a chainsaw of bliss unearthed from deep within the bowels of the earth. You know, where relics come from. “Behold, my true genius!”

“Reika noo!” It’s all he manages to get out, before the shaking, vibrating, loud device works its way against his ass, pushing deep past his defenses with the cold callous disregard for his desires in a way only his sister with his penis could do. It doesn’t help that she's laughing up a storm, every push into him with the device making her all the more confident and maniacal. He can’t contain himself for even a moment. The way its vibrations work up his body and massage his balls, the way the force shocks him to his core, the way its sheer deepness and familiarity stirs him deep inside. He’s lost to it, a lost man not his own, hard as a rock against his will and stuffing the woman above him without a care. It’s deep, it fits too well, he wants to fight it but the way it presses him is unlike anything he’s ever experienced. Reika’s machinations are undeniable, and Layla’s mom is going to suffer for it.

“Reika I’m gonna- Layla, hold her down, I’m shooting!” It’s that last and sudden plea that escapes him which releases a barrier long forgotten. It’s not his lust that explodes - although the cum flowing right into his dick and rocketing off towards where it deserves to be is of great quantity -, it’s the sheer desire to watch this woman suffer consequence for all the torment that she’s caused him. Fighting him at every chance she got about her daughter, interrupting dates, she once forbade her daughter from seeing him at all until he groveled at her feet for some social faux pas he didn’t even know he’d committed. He’s one with Reika for a long moment, hatred swirling through his dick like nothing he’d ever experienced before. His vile feelings only increasing the thickness of his already quite formidable jizz into something incredible. For a moment he truly believes in magic, as the amount of flow raising through his penis is purely arcane. Layla lifts her mother up just right to tease him, making him think he’s not actually going to get what he really wants.

Then, much to her mother’s obvious outrage, she slams her back down.
She plunges her mom so deep her ass hits his swollen balls and makes them bounce.
She kisses his tip with her mother’s womb, and pulls back from their kiss to look her in the eyes.
“He’s your boyfriend now.” 

Most rebellion is about chores or curfew or restrictions.
This one’s about his dick shooting off deep within her mother, and leaving his mark with a scorching heat.

“Ahahahahaha!” Reika’s evil laughter and the constant whirring of a machine fucking his ass with his own dick sets the tone nicely. “Now you have four babies on the way, one with a woman who hates you.” His beautiful, very pregnant sister points out. “You really are a deviant.”