Incest/Taboo The Abandoned Son

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All characters are over 18+

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A little after one in the morning anyone would be annoyed by the noisy doorbell as Damien was at that second. Yet that paled to what awaited to greet him as he opened the door. The flood of emotions that bombarded his mind as he looked upon the woman he hadn't seen in twenty year's. Narrowing his eye's as lightening flashed unrelenting hatred had won out as the rain hammered the roof.

"Uncle explain why you're on my doorstep with her," Damien said with a venom laced growl.

"Damien if you let us in I'll explain it all," Maison said, knowing how dangerous the situation was quickly becoming. "Please for me," he whispered as he leaned towards the door. "They need your help Damien," Maison said, hoping that his nephew would hear him out.

"That's obvious Uncle," Damien said, eyeing her bruised and battered face. "Still that doesn't explain why you thought it wise to show her where I live."

"Damien you remember what dad always told you," Maison said noticing the tick in his nephews right cheek. "No matter how much you dislike them, they are still your family and family helps family."

"Fine," Damien sighed inching open his door. "You know how much I hate it when you pull out papa. Take your shoes off," he said, eyeing his estranged family. "You know your way to the living room, I'll meet you there," Damien said, drifting off to his room to retrieve a shirt. He had no wish for them to see thing's any more than they already have.

"Maison what happened to my son," Martha asked as her twin daughter's took their place on the couch. The multitude of scar's that covered his body rocked her to her core, that rage she saw in his eye's was the same as always.

"Didn't know you had one Martha," Maison said, looking up to the second floor.

"You gave up that claim when you abandoned me," Damien said as his shirt slid down his chest hiding his scar's from view. "Leaving me alone with that woman, and papa when he was drinking. All so you can have those," he pointed between her two daughter's. "So obviously she has been beaten on so the question is why do you think I will help," Damien said, sinking into his recliner.

"Because you're the only one that the other's don't know where you live other than me and Charlotte that is," Maison said resting his hand on his sister's knee. "Plus we can't have him sitting outside my home threatening my family any longer."

"I see," Damien muttered while he cared nothing for the rest of his estranged family. His uncle and aunt felt more like a mother and father than anything else. This was the only reason he had even considered hearing him out. Yet if they were under threat from whom, he could only assume her future ex husband. Then Damien would help only his uncle, he could care less what happened to her. "Are they alright," Damien asked they were the only one's he felt any attachment to.

"Yea just shaken up a little," Maison said his shoulders sagging glad that at least this hurdle was cleared. He knew getting into his house would be the biggest challenge. However he knew his nephew as much as he would allow, Maison knew not to press him about his year's in the military. Especially after the drunken night when he finally told him how forty percent of body became covered in gruesome scar's.

"And how long do I need to hide them," Damien said, not bothering look at the woman across him.

"I don't appreciate being talked about as if I'm not here," Martha said, peering at her son through her swelling eye's. She knew it be day's before her black eye's would disappear. Her spilt lip throbbed painfully as she scowled at him, wondering how she was going to live with him. There was no mistaking the rage she saw when he answered the door of his manor. She was surprised when his handsome face filled the crack in the door. For twenty year's she had regretted leaving him behind with her mother. Yet as she looked around the lavished manor wondering how he could have been so fortunate to afford such a place.

"Oh I'm not the one asking the bane of your existence for help," Damien said, his gaze cutting her to the bone at her gasp. "Be thankful that he was the one to ask instead of you!" Her hand covered her mouth to contain her shock that he had overheard her and her mother's conversation those many year's ago. A conversation fueled by her own hatred of the man that raped her when she was twelve.

"Josh," Martha began to say as his cheek began to twitch.

"My name," he said, his nail's dragging along the fabric of the armrest. "Is Damien Richards the boy you knew as Joshua Whitman died twenty year's ago." How he hated to be reminded of that name, a name of a boy that no longer existed within him.

"It should only be a few month's Damien," Maison said, cutting in as much as he loved his nephew his stubbornness was very aggravating. "Just long enough for the court to throw Michael into jail."

"Fine," Damien sighed, knowing he had to put off taking on certain job's while they were there. "Three rules of my house," he said, holding up three finger's. "One my room and my office is off limit's. Two clean up after yourselves, three stay out of my way. If you can do that then I'm sure we can go back to ignoring each other once you're out of my house," Damien said, rising from his seat. "Come along I'll show you where you can sleep," he said hearing them file in behind him.

"These two rooms you two can use," Damien said, stopping at the first door to his left as he led them down the hall. Opening the door, ushering them in showing them the connecting bathroom. "The only room left unused is the one up stair's," he said leaving his half sister's behind.

"What about that room across the hall from them," Martha asked as Damien started to ascend the stair's to the second floor.

"That's my gym," Damien said before his uncle got his attention.

"Well I'm heading home now," Maison said, looking between his sister and nephew. Wondering how long it would be before they were at each other's throats. He knew Damien would keep his word until he wasn't needed any longer than he was, sure Martha would be back at his place. As much as he loved his sister what she did to her own son, he just couldn't look at her in the same light anymore. "You sure you don't mind us coming over next Sunday do you?"

"What ruin my cousin's birthday hardly," Damien said waving him off. "Though I wonder why have it here with only us around," he said offhandedly.

"How would I know," Maison said, shrugging his shoulders. "The mind of an eighteen year old woman is hard to fathom." Yet he knew of her crush on his nephew like any good parent would. Maison just hoped he would let his daughter down gently, or would he have to accept that Damien would always play a part in their life's. Pondering that thought as the door closed behind him eager to be home in his warm bed.

"This will be where you're staying," Damien said opening the door. Martha's eye's went wide when she saw it was bigger than her own bedroom complete with it's own private restroom. So in awe of the spaciousness, and imposing room, she failed to notice that she stood alone. Only turning in time to see his door closing behind his back. Sighing silently placing her thing's at the door before heading down to check on her daughter's.

"Amber, Lynn," Martha said, knocking softly on the door before sticking her head inside. "Are you all alright?"

"Yea just a little shaken," Lynn said as their mother stood by the door. Out of the corner of her eye seeing her sister rolling down her shelves to hide the bruises her father had given her. "Mom what are we going to do," she asked, her fear evident of the man that tormented their life's.

"I don't know Lynn," Martha said, walking over to the dresser. Hanging her head deep in contemplation on what their next move would be. "For now we are safe," she said, biting her lip, wondering if that was true.

"Why didn't you tell us we had a brother," Amber asked her glasses slipping down the bridge of her nose.

"Your father wanted nothing to do with him when we were dating, and I am also to blame. You most understand when I first meet your father something very bad had happened to me. Something that led to the birth of your brother, my parent's wouldn't allow me to get an abortion. So I carried him to term giving birth to Josh a few week's before my thirteenth birthday. When I turned 18 your father and I had been dating for a year and when he asked to marry me I said yes. Then he told me to leave Josh behind with my mother, which at the time I was all too happy to do. Then you were born two year's later and a whole new chapter started and I slowly put Josh out of my mind."

"So let's try to keep out of his way," Martha said smiling at her children. "If something happens, you come to me, I'm the one he has a right to be angry with," she said moving towards the door. "Now get to bed, I'll see you in the morning."

A week had passed uneventfully for Martha and her kid's enjoying the splendor of her son's home. Who was avoiding them like the plague only catching glimpses of him out the corner of her eye as he moved around his house. Martha had taken a few day's off for her body to recover before heading back to work. At first she was hesitant about leaving her kids alone with her son given the anger she saw on that night. Yet as Maison dropped her off in front of his house tentatively entering his home. Blowing out a breath when her girl's were safe and sound watching TV in his living room. That was until on Tuesday afternoon her abusive husband showed up at her place of employment. How her heart soared when her boss and the security guard tossed him out. However he paced outside her office building waiting for her to exit.

"Josh," catching herself as he answered his phone. "Sorry, Damien I was wondering if you could come and pick me up."

"What happened to Maison?" Martha could hear the rustling of his sheet's she had wondered if he had taken to the night to avoid them as much as possible.

"He had to take Charlotte to the doctors," Martha said wondering how much he was cursing up a storm in his room.

"Fine text me the address and I'll be there in the hour," Damien said ending their call.

The stainless steel elevator doors opened with a ding as the cab reached the six floor of her office building. Martha rose from her seat at the sound of the noise, peering over the wall of her small cubical. Her eye's taking in the man her son had grown into. His raven hair tied back in a tight ponytail, two single strand's of hair drawing her eye's to his dark hazel eye's. His black leather jacket fitted snugly to his body, allowing all to view the taut t-shirt that did little to hide his hard earn muscle's with every sway of his saunter. Martha couldn't believe how she found herself attracted to her own son. It had been month's since she had allowed her husband to touch her. After he had raised a hand to her children that was it, she could take the abuse Michael had levied on her. However once he raised his hand to Amber something just came over her attacking Michael like a demon possessed.

Martha's eye's narrowed as Shannon the office slut approached her son. Her pencil snapped in two as her anger flared as she watched that woman flirting with her son. Always touching him, leaning her body in allowing him to feel the softness of her body. Then she saw that dazzling smile of his how she wanted that smile directed at her not the whore that had her paws all over her son. Martha bit down her chuckle when she saw the scowl form on Shannon's face before pointing in her direction. Ducking below her cubical wall before Damien could turn around.

"You ready," Damien said in a monotone voice as he stood at the entrance to her cubical.

"One second," Martha said, appearing to put the finishing touches on a report. All the while trying not to succumb to the fragrant cologne that drifted off his freshly washed body. "Sorry for the wait," she said, grabbing her jacket off the back of her chair. Smiling wickedly at Shannon as they headed towards the elevator knowing that he was going home with her. "Thanks for coming," Martha said as the door's closed them in within that steel cab.

"Uh huh," Damien muttered wishing for the floor numbers to pass quicker.

"I really mean it Josh," Martha heard his forced sigh. "Damien sorry it's just I will always remember you as my Joshua."

"I stopped being that a very long time ago Martha."

"Please son I know how much I have hurt you, you must understand why I had to leave," Martha said touching his arm lightly feeling his muscle's tense up.

"Oh I understand why," Damien said, trying to control his anger. "It was beaten into me everyday with papa's belt why do you think I left when I did. Or did they not inform you of my departure from their house," he said, his mind taking him back to that day. The day that would take him far, far away from his so called family. "Then again, I doubt you would have cared what happened to me."

"How can you say that!" Martha said turning Damien around so he could look at her.

"You remember these word's and I quote, "He's a grown man he made his choice he'll have to accept the consequences." You can imagine my surprise when the nurse in Germany actually called you," Damien said shaking his head. "Hell even uncle called me to check up on my rehabilitation yet not a peep out of you until a week ago. Then again I think that suited us just fine probably will be again once you're gone." Martha played back that night when a strange woman had called to inform her about her son. Of course she knew when he had left her mother's house, her mother had called her to inform that she had just signed a release form for Josh to join the military. Then she heard nothing about her son until that international phone call. Yet then why had she said those word's that night was that when he had gotten those scar's. "So don't test me Martha my tolerance for you is as thin as it is," Damien said exiting the cab of the elevator.

"I'm here now Damien," Martha said, catching up to her son. "Can we not work to repair our relationship," she said, stopping in her track's as she caught sight of Michael. Damien looked back, he knew that look all too well, the look of fear in his mother's eye's.

"Relax this is why you called me," Damien said, placing her on his right side to keep her out her husband's reach. "Whatever you do don't speak I'll deal with him you head to the car," he said, pointing out his black modified mustang mark one as they moved through the door's. Damien could feel the man's rage burning against his skin as he stalked towards them.

"You bitch where are my kid's," Michael sneered in disgust.

"Somewhere safe," Damien countered. "Somewhere out of reach of an abusive prick," he said, placing himself between Martha and Michael.

"And just who the fuck are you," Michael growled thrusting his face into Damien's. "Are you fucking that whore!"

"If I am what business is it of yours," Damien said pushing him back. Damien's battle reflects kicked in as the man reached into his waistband pulling out a nickel plated .9 mm handgun. In one swift motion headbutting Michael and disarming him, dislodging the clip, pulling back the slide watching the bullet bounce along the sidewalk. "Now," he said, tossing the gun to the side wondering if the cops had been called. "I would leave now before you get hurt or arrested," Damien said shrugging his shoulders. Martha gasped, waiting to put herself in front of her son to take the blow she knew was coming, yet as she watched on it happened so fast she couldn't believe her eye's. Her son moved like a blur and the next thing she knew was that Michael was on the ground struggling for breath.

"How does it feel little man, that feeling of helplessness," Damien said towering over the man. "To know I could have killed you yet," he said, looking up smiling at the surveillance camera's. "I didn't you want to know why," crouching down pointing at what the man failed to see. "Now I wonder if you even thought this plan through. Yet seeing how you pulled out a gun I wonder who will be in jail me or you," Damien said as police sirens roared in the distance.

"Take your damn hand's off of me," Michael shouted as the officers led him to their car.

"Sorry about that," the female officer said removing the handcuffs from Damien's wrist. "We had to make sure you were telling us the truth," she said, handing her partner the copy of the surveillance video.

"Not a problem you're just doing your job," Damien said, rubbing his wrist trying not to let his PSD kick in. "It's not everyday I get handcuffed by a beautiful woman," he said with a sly smile. "Maybe we could do it again in a more private manner." Martha huffed as she saw the woman's cheeks heat looking away wondering why she was getting jealous.

"Damien how did you learn to do that," Martha asked as they got underway. Yet as the minute's passed, she knew he wasn't going to answer her question. Sighing into her chest when she saw the wall forming around him, pondering how she could get around that cold shell of his. "So tell me, do you have a girlfriend," she asked looking over at him.

"No I don't," Damien said, feeling her eye's on him. Martha fought herself to keep her smile from showing. If he was single then maybe she could get him to see her as a woman since he obviously refuted her as his mother. Looking down at her attire, scowling at the pants suit that wasn't doing anything to improve her figure.

"Damien you wouldn't mind taking me shopping Saturday would you," Martha said, wiggling out of her jacket as the sped down the highway. Undoing the top two button's of her dress shirt, feeling her b cup breast swell at the thought of his lips tasting her skin. "I just don't want to return to that house," she said, her finger's tracing along the back of his hand.

"Alright," Damien sighed, moving his hand. Something was weird with her, something that he thought she wouldn't cross.

"Yay, good," Martha giggled leaning over. Her arm's wrapped around his neck, feeling his muscle's tightening as her lips graced his cheek. Pressing her chest against his arm, allowing him to feel her still firm breast. "I promise you, you won't forget it," she said, whispering softly into his ear. The spreading red blotch caught her attention as she looked down his chest. "Joshua your bleeding," Martha said in a horrified gasp.

"Yes I know where do you think we're going," Damien said, pointing at the approaching hospital. He had felt the shrapnel shard pierce his side, Damien had wondered when it would happen seeing how his captor's had failed to remove the non life threatening ones. He would have taken care of it himself, yet he doubted he could reach it.

"Damien just how on earth did it happen," Martha asked as she paced the examining room.

"It's just an old wound that won't stay in the past," Damien said ominously.

"But how," Martha asked, watching as he stripped out of his shirt. Biting her lip as she watched his muscle's dance beneath his skin. Yet the origin of the angry scar's held her enthralled she had to know how they came to be. "I know Michael didn't land a hit on you so why are you bleeding."

"If you must know it's shrapnel," Damien said thinking the matter closed.

"Ah good you disrobed," the doctor barely looking up from the cart in his hand's. "So just what is the problem today," his eye's running down Damien's chest. "Obviously we don't do scar removal here."

"My scar's aren't what you need to be concerned about," Damien said turning to let the doctor see the bleeding wound.

"One second let me fetch a nurse," he said, scooting out of the room. "Now you sure you don't want a local," Martha covered Damien's mouth before he could answer.

"I'm sure that would be fine doctor," Martha said, noting how his eye's lingered on her son's back. "Maybe something stronger so he can hopefully forget about all of this."

"And will you be taking him home," the doctor asked as the nurse prepared the dosage.

"Yes I will be," Martha said devilish light played across her eye's. With that Damien felt the slight pinch of the needle as he glared at his mother. Collapsing head first into his mother's chest, sucking in a breath as she felt his hot breath on her skin. Gooseflesh rose along her skin as she felt his lips brush along the side of her breast. Muffling her moan as his nose brushed along her hardening nipple. Pressing his head against her chest as the doctor made the first incision to remove the twisted piece of metal. "Shh baby it will be ok," Martha said stoking his hair. How her body burned as his hand's gripped her hips, ever so slowly moving his hand's to rest on the taut ample ass. After so long keeping her husband at a distance she couldn't keep her womb from clenching in anticipation. "It's almost over Damien," she said, watching as the doctor place the three inch shard into a Biohazard container.

"Who's perky tits am I face down in," Damien asked through the haze of the drug.

"Mine," Martha said, feeling her heart race as he gently squeezed her ass cheeks. "You need to be still Damien," she whispered into his hair. "The doctor is still stitching you up," Martha said, wishing that his hand's were in a more sensitive area.

"Doctor," Martha said, closing the examining room door after they had placed Damien on his side to allow the drugs to wear off. "I was hoping you might have an idea on how he got those scar's?"

"As he not told you," the doctor said he had a vague notion of how they were formed.

"No," Martha said, shaking her head. "I think he wants to keep that secret even from me."

"Then I can only say the scar's appear to be made by a blade, and from the amount I can only assume the man was tortured," he said placing a steadying hand on her shoulder.

"Torture," Martha said in a low whisper. Sinking into the chair by the door her mind going back to that phone call. Was that why they had thought to inform her of her son's plight, and yet she had brushed him off like yesterday's garbage.

"Will you be alright," the doctor asked as Martha wiped away her tears.

"Yes, thank you doctor," Martha said weakly getting to her feet. "I should be getting him home," she said, shaking his hand, watching him depart to continue his round's. "Come on Damien time to get dressed," she said helping him to sit up. Moving between his leg's knowing how close his slumbering cock was only inches away from her paradise. How her nipples cut against her bra as she helped him thread his arm's through the sleeve's of his shirt. The heat of his bare chest soaked to the depths of her core. Her hand's exploring his chest and back as she lowered the hem of his shirt. "Now let's get you home," Martha said as his leather jacket settled onto his shoulders. Biting her lip, wondering if she could risk the chance of a kiss, seeing his glazed eye's she knew he wouldn't remember anything for some time. Tilting his chin up inching down her lips lightly brushing along his, peering up seeing if that caused any reaction within him. Her hunger flared as their lips locked, her tongue slipping into his mouth, moaning as his hand ran along her inner thigh.

Quickly pulling away when she heard footsteps approaching down the hall. Letting him lean against her as she helped him to drag his drugged body through the parking lot. Searching his jacket pocket's for his key's, her eye's lighting up when she didn't find them. Slipping her hand into his right front pocket, feeling that Damien hadn't put on any underwear before he left his house. Feeling down his pubic hair, grasping his soft member through the fabric of his pocket. Martha just couldn't help herself as her hand started to softly stroke his member. Feeling how he started to grow in her hand, resting her head on his shoulder, biting her lip, wishing only to have his tool in her mouth. She had to stop herself when people started to look, opening the passenger door helping him into his seat. A sneaky smile graced her lips as her hand slid across his lap cupping his ball's in the process.

Sliding into the bucket seat of his mustang Martha looked around one last time. Wondering if she could get away with her little plan, seeing no one around peering over at him. Noticing how he rested against the door thanks to the drug the doctor had given him. She had to know how well his manhood had turned out. The thought of a hard cock ready to go with a single touch was blissful compared to the small limp dick of her husband's. A cock that she didn't have to wait for a certain blue pill to take effect. Smiling happily noting how the two truck's hide her from view. Leaning over the console, her hand rubbing along his package, licking her lips as his zipper yielded to her finger's. Reaching into his pants, bringing out his cock, softly blowing along his head, smiling triumphantly as it swelled within her hand.

Engulfing his growing member in her hot slick mouth, going slow at first so not to wake her son. This was something that couldn't be interrupted her mind told her. Martha could feel her canal growing wet as his cock grew and harden in her mouth. Slipping her hand between her legs rubbing along her slit as her pace quickened. Moaning around his shaft as her finger's rubbed vigorously on her clit. How her tongue loved his seven inch cock as it licked along the back of his rod. Feeling the twitch of his cock Martha knew he was about to cum. Her body craved for his hot seed to fill her mouth, to taste it's saltiness as it shoot across her tongue. Swallowing him to the hilt her eye's filled with desire as his ball's emptied their load into her awaiting mouth. Holding his hot load in her mouth, she didn't want to swallow just yet, looking into the mirror opening her mouth seeing that white substance begging to be fed upon. Undoing her own pants taking the bead of cum that hung on her lower lip. Spreading the hot goo over her clit as she worked herself to completion.

"Fuck Joshua," Martha moaned softly so not to wake him as her cream flooded her channel. "Yes baby fuck me," plunging two finger's into her throbbing pussy. "Fill me with that delicious cum of yours as you ram that hard cock into me," she said, leaning back fondling her breast as she succumbed to her orgasm. Breathing heavily looking over at her son glad he hadn't awoken and ruin her bliss. Slipping his deflated cock back into his pants hoping he wouldn't notice that she had just given him head in the hospital parking lot. Straightening out her own clothes just encase he woke during the drive home. Pulling up to his house the sight of it always left her in awe, silently getting out of the car as Amber came running towards her.

"Your safe," Amber said, trembling in her mother's arm's. "When he told us that dad was there and you didn't show up for hour's we began to fear the worst."

"Everything is fine sweetheart," Martha said hugging her close. She too had thought she wouldn't be alive when Michael pulled out his gun. "Your father I suspect, will be in jail for a very long time," she said smiling warmly at her daughter. "You should have seen him Amber your brother was flawless, taking down your father in mere seconds. Then we had to visit the hospital an old wound of his acted up and needed to be stitched up. Now help me get your brother into the house," Martha said opening the car door. Amber took his left side bring his arm over her shoulder, feeling his finger's trace along her left breast.

She should have brushed his hand aside yet something within her pressed it against her 36c sized breast. While wrapping her arm around his waist, feeling the dry, sticky blood that caked his shirt. Amber was never one that had the greatest luck with the opposite sex, that was her sister, she always had a boyfriend at any given moment except now. Amber focused her attention on her grade's so one day when she had graduated with high enough marks to get a full ride to any school she wanted. All so she could be halfway across the country away from her father. That was until they had met the brother they never knew existed. Now her mind was filled with the image of his bare chest as he answered his door that night. Every night since they had arrived at his house Lynn would sneak into her room through the shared bathroom. Amber was always silent just nodding along with her sister as she laid out plans to see more of his undressed state.

Hiding a go pro camera at the top of the heavy drapes' that lined the bay windows that overlooked his in ground pool. It only took two day's to get what they yearned for, catching him skinny dipping in his own pool late at night. It was only thanks the vast lighting system that surrounded the pool that they could see everything of the man. Ever since then they would watch the video over and over again touching themselves moaning out his name as they rubbed themselves to their own climax. Now his very own hand rested on her left breast she couldn't stop her heart from racing. Nor could she still the heat that was forming between her leg's as his hard body pressed against her. Wondering if he would be the one that would take her virginity.

Amber had thought her own sister had lost her's a long time ago. Yet, apparently she was wrong when she saw her sister's hymen was still intact. She had thought after all her boyfriend's one of them would have taken her cherry. However her sister had told her every one of them cared nothing about her own pleasure, just seeing to their own need's when she so wanted to be with them. Lynn was always disappointed when they balked at the idea of tasting her virgin cunt, yet they always wanted her to go down on them getting them off with either her mouth, or hand, or both. Telling her sister that was why she had stopped dating the boy's at school. Thinking that once she was in college, she would find a man that would be willing to do that for her as she was willing to that for them. That was until they met Damien they didn't know why yet something about him made their heart race.

"Mom what's going on," Lynn asked as they entered his home. Amber felt her cheeks burn when her sister's eye's fell upon her. She knew Lynn wanted to be as close to him as she was at that moment. How she fought herself not to bite her lip as she felt the heat of his skin, the rippling muscle's of his back as he moved.

"Oh nothing just the drug he was given hasn't wore off yet," Martha said, getting a better grip on her son as they moved towards the stair's.

"Here I'll get his door for you," Lynn said, slipping passed them heading towards his room. Her breath was taken away as she viewed the splendor of his room. The dark walnut dresser and armoire set opposite from one another against their corresponding wall's. His four poster bed dominated the center of the room, black spider lace trim ran along the crown to the finials of the four post. Stainless steel ring's were bunched at each end of the railings as the black silk curtain's were loosely tied to the walnut post. How she wanted to crawl naked along that bed as he watched her breasts sway with every move of her body. Making him watch as she traced her hand up his leg to his awaiting member.

"Wow!" Amber gasped behind Lynn as she took in the sight of his room. Her mind raced wondering just how rich her brother really was.

"I know," Lynn said in a sultry voice. Throwing back his bedding loving how soft it felt, yearning to feel how they felt against her naked skin. Watching as her mother set Damien gently onto his bed.

"Amber be a dear and fetch a washcloth I wouldn't want him to stain his sheet's," Martha said as she started to raise the hem of his shirt. Hearing her daughter's soft moan's she began to wonder if they thought of him as she did. "Amber," she said, snapping her finger's in front of her. "Washcloth," pushing her daughter towards his bathroom. "Lynn do you mind taking his shoe's off so we can get him undress. I need to get his clothes in the wash before the blood set's."

"Now I think it would be best if you girl's leave the rest to me," Martha said pressing in face into her bosom.

"No," Amber quipped shaking her head.

"And let you have all the fun mom," Lynn said cocking out her hip. "Why else are you pressing him so close," she said, stepping close her hand resting under his arm. Waiting for her mother to move so they could get his pants off.

"No I can't allow that," Martha said, wanting her son to herself.

"Mom we're eighteen you can't really stop us," Lynn said with a smirk. "Plus me and Amber have already seen him naked so it's nothing we haven't seen before."

"And just when did this occur," Martha said in shock that they had seen more of her son than she had.

"Last Wednesday when he went skinny dipping," Amber said, her cheeks burning. "I'll show you the video if you want," she said lifting Damien off the bed.

"I think you should," Martha said, fumbling with his belt. Tossing it behind her how she wished he was coherent for this as she moved in close. Her nimble finger's making quick work of the snap button and the brass zipper, releasing her hold on the denim jeans, listening as the fabric pooled around his feet. Her eye's drinking in his nude muscular form as her daughter's to enjoyed what stood at their side. "Amber since you're already standing there see that what traces of blood is removed, before we place him in his bed."

Amber knelt at his left side gently wiping off the dried, caked blood, getting as close as she dared to his wound without getting his stitches wet. Yet, her eye's were enthralled as his soft member was only inches away from her. Biting her lip focusing on her task, trying to keep her mouth from watering as she thought about how it would feel in her mouth. Her left hand rested on his upper thigh, hoping no one saw what she was about to do.

"You know if you're not going to touch it, I will," Lynn said beating her sister to the punch. Moaning inwardly as her hand cradled his tool, her thumb brushing light circles along his head.

"That's enough now," Martha whispered upon hearing his soft moan. Knowing if they weren't careful Damien could awaken at any moment, and she didn't think he would all that thrilled with them standing around his naked body. In a room, he had forbade them to be in. Leading Damien back to his bed gently laying her son down onto his right side so not to aggravate his wound. Shooing her daughter's out as she lifted the sheet if he woken at that moment it was her hope that only she would bear the brunt of his anger. Yet he lay motionless in his drug induced slumber, Martha purred hungrily as her hand ran down his chest. Leaning over her lips softly grazing his ear as she spoke. "Joshua when you're ready to accept us we're going to fuck your brain's out. We're going to tease you, torment you until that hard cock of yours is deep inside each of us. No longer will you be alone with this house all to yourself, so be prepared to see us in a new light," Martha said wondering how much he heard or understood.

Midnight approached as Damien thrashed in his bed, the pale light of the full moon shone through the curtains of his window. Sweat beaded along his brow as his mind replayed that fateful day. His finger's curled around the linen sheet's, his head jerked left to right as the sound of machine gun fire roared in his mind.

"No! No! N0!" Damien screamed bolting upright as the mortar shell exploded behind him, breathing heavy as his past continued to torment him. Bring his knee's up to his chest, resting his arm's on top of his knee's, pressing his forehead against his right forearm. Wondering why that part of his life won't seem to let him be. Always roaring it's ugly head replaying the death's of his friend's, his family, his brother's in arm's.

"Damien," Martha whispered sticking her head into his room. She had just exited her bathroom when he heard his scream. Grabbing her robe not caring that she wore nothing underneath, tying a loose knot in her terry cloth belt she wanted him to see her body. Especially her freshly shaven pussy that she had painstakingly prepared just for him. "Are you alright, I heard a scream," she said, slipping into his room yet she didn't move further into his room.

"Sorry I didn't mean to wake you if I did," Damien said, not bothering to look at her. His emotions were too raw, to jagged to deal with his mother at the moment.

"I was up," Martha said slowly approaching his bed. Resting on her left leg allowing her robe to open slightly, feeling her channel opening the hints of her arousal to linger in the air. "Joshua tell me what's wrong son," she said, her left arm resting along his shoulders as she pulled him into her. Resting his head against her collarbone giving him an unobstructed view of her right breast and her honey dew covered lips.

"It's was just a bad dream," Damien said, trying not to look down at her partially exposed body. Trying to pull away so he wouldn't be faced her firm perky breast and her taunting paradise, yet she wouldn't allow such a thing to happen.

"It sounded like something more than a bad dream sweetheart," Martha said stroking his hair, while keeping his gaze directed where she wanted it.

"A memory of the past that continues to haunt me," Damien said morbidly.

"I see what was it about?"

"The day I became like this," Damien said touching the long jagged scar on his chest.

"Will you tell me about it," Martha asked, running her hand down his back to soothe his tormented mind. Damien chewed on his lip pondering if it was wise to divulge that part of his life. Yet their constant nagging about his scar's were starting to annoy him, but he knew they would never give up until they finally broke him. That was something even his captor's could never do.

"Fine I guess," Damien sighed. "First I need you to leave so I can get dressed, and the question is do you want them to hear this. It will be gory and very unpleasant," he said, trying to push away, yet his mother kept him rooted.

"I'm sure they have already thought of that Joshua," Martha said, knowing how it will irk him when she used his given name. "Baby no one that's gone through whatever it was and not shed blood to cause this much damage. Now come I've seen you nude before son," she said, smiling down at him seeing his cock coming to life. As Damien got a good look at her bald cunt as she rose from his bed. Martha felt like a teenager again seducing her first crush. Flinging off the sheet that covered his nude body when he had let to move. "Well," Martha said, cocking out her hip feeling the knot loosening.

"What the hell," Damien thought to himself as her belt fell away exposing her body to him. His eye's moved up her toned legs, her glistening labia, her flat stomach to her tits.

"Has something caught your eye Joshua," Martha said smiling seductively. "I'm sure you have seen a naked woman before," she said, biting her lip as his cock grew before her. "Or is it that you find me attractive," Martha said, moving close to him as he sat on the edge of his bed. "Would you like for me to take care of this baby," she said in a husky voice. The pads of her finger's dancing along the length of his shaft. "Would you like to stick this hard cock into my wet hungry cunt," Martha purred her tongue teasing his lip.

"What are you doing Martha," Damien asked, taking hold of her hand.

"Why I'm seducing you," Martha said, pushing him backwards onto the bed. "Seeing how you don't see me as your mother, you will fuck me like a woman that's been deprived of such pleasures," she said allowing her robe to fall from her shoulders. "You do see me as a woman don't you," Martha asked, as her breast brushed along his chest, as she loomed over her son.

"Those perky tits, an tight ass are kind of a dead give away," Damien said, trying not to give in as he felt her wet box sliding along his rod. "What make's you think we're going to fuck?"

"Because baby I've already tasted your cock and I want more," Martha purred claiming his lips before he could refute her once again. Watching as his eye's went wide as her hand positioned his head at her entrance. "Fuck yes! That it baby relax," she moaned as her body slowly lowered herself onto his engorged cock. "God you cock feels so good in me baby," Martha said her hand's curling around the sheet's as she began to ride him. Feeling her juices flood her canal after so long without someone to fill her as her son was doing at that moment. "Can you feel it Joshua," she asked as her hips slammed down onto his cock. "Yes that's it, that's the spot," Martha said screaming in ecstasy as her orgasm surged through her body.

"Fuck it's been too long since anyone has ever made me cum that hard," Martha cooed lifting herself up. Her hips grinding into his pelvis, her muscle's trembling as her clit rubbed along his stomach. "See Joshua your cock belongs deep inside of me. Just feel how my cunt wrap's itself around your hard rod, carcassing it, milking it, making it known that it wants to be filled by you," she said fondling her tits as her juices resounded with every thrust of her hips. "I can feel you growing Joshua," increasing her pace, knowing he was almost there.

"Fuck about to," Damien grunted, feeling the burning of his testicles. Trying to throw his mother off of him before he shot his load into her. Yet her legs dug underneath him locking together, keeping him from ever escaping from what was about to happen.

"That's it baby shoot that delicious cum deep inside my womb," Martha moaned loudly as her second orgasm boiled in her vein's. "Come on Joshua don't you want to creampie my hot wet cunt," she said, reaching behind her cupping his testicals in her left hand. Smiling triumphantly feeling the twitching of his cock as her folds massaged his rod. "Yes!" Martha screamed as she felt his seed shooting deep within her pussy just as her own orgasm hit.​