A Mom's Symbol Ch. 03

For some reason, thinking like that temporarily reduced the heavy guilt in Alyssa's shoulders. She couldn't help but feel good about it because if it was an act, then it was separate from real life. If it was separate from reality, then the moral ramifications involved wouldn't exist, right? Maybe he'd treat her the way she deserves--to respect her outside of sex and to fuck her like a slut at the same time--and she can ENJOY it without feeling guilty. Because if she was being honest with herself--a rough, degrading fuck without an ounce of guilt after is exactly what she needs on a daily basis. It's what EVERY woman needs honestly--Alyssa snapped out of it.

He's a fucking bully. James was hurt because of him. She hated him. The fact that she lets him fuck her pussy raw and she....enjoys it was separate from that. Yeah.

Alex suddenly asked, facing her mom, "What did ya tell your son?"

Lily chuckled and replied, "I told him it was a girls' night and no boys were allowed."

The bully laughed and slapped Lily's ass. He remarked arrogantly, "Boys are essentially just sissy faggots--women don't need them anywhere, not just on girls' nights. Surely, MEN are allowed here though, right?"

Lily held his arm as she whined indulgently, "How else are we going to get fucked by a big, fat cock, daddy?"

Alex exclaimed as if he remembered something. He leaned in and whispered something to Lily. Alyssa didn't hear anything except the phrases, "Did you put" and "CD tied to".

Alyssa's brows furrowed. What is this about a CD? And why were they whispering as if she wasn't there? She subconsciously grew irritated by the second, though also equally curious.

She saw her mom nod as she whispered back in his ears. She still couldn't understand a thing. Alyssa stayed still, her thoughts growing more erratic by the second. She pondered deeply on what it could be about. God, it bothered her so much whenever they did this.

And they did it a lot--never hearing what they say constantly put a fucking itch in her brain; she didn't even know why she fucking cared this much in the first place.

Actually, she did.

She just didn't want to admit it. She hated it for a simple, childish, pathetic reason.

Alyssa didn't like being the third-wheel.

She didn't like their little inside jokes she didn't get. She didn't like it when they whispered stuff as if she wasn't allowed to hear it. She didn't like it when they...fucked without her sometimes. Alyssa shook her head and suppressed her irrational jealousy as she watched Alex spit on Lily's open mouth, giving her a compliment for doing whatever it is Alex told her to do.

He laughed heartily and grabbed her ass with one hand while he beckoned Alyssa to come closer. Alyssa grimaced but nevertheless approached him. When she was at his arm's distance, the bully roughly grabbed Alyssa's tits with his other hand and fondled it. The sister hissed as he mercilessly pinched her pink, swollen nipples.

Alex smirked as he felt the girls squirm under his hands' disrespectful fondling. He said, "Let's play some fucking games, shall we?"

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Days passed by and Lily asked James to clean their room every other day. Every time he did, he found a new CD. It always came tied with a lingerie.

The content included a whole lot of variety. The second CD showcased the three people chilling in a private room in a gaming cafe. Over the three-hour recording, the mother-daughter duo was trained to maintain their poker face during an online game as they get fucked into an orgasm. The game was an on-cam battle arena; a shooting game that's primarily made up of male players. Plenty men around the world had probably already seen their contorted, cumming faces.

The third CD showed an HD, GoPro, POV sex-cam on a public bathroom inside the cinemas during the time they watched Jurassic World about a week ago. In the recording, James found out why the women took so long in the bathroom then.

The fifth CD was definitely one of his favorites. Karaoke sex. It was a 50-minute recording of his mom and his sister singing on his bully's dick like it was a mic. The whole thing was recorded inside a disco-available private room. The whole thing was complete; the instrumentals, the lighting, the stage. Everything. It was so comically ridiculous seeing his mom smiling fondly as she sang "Can't Help Falling in Love." It was less funny and more fucked-up when you realize it was the same song that played in her first dance with Brandon as husband and wife during their wedding reception. Alyssa, on the other hand, was reluctant. It was a stupid thing to do, especially for an esteemed doctor like her. After getting high on coke for the first time, however, it was only a matter of time before she started singing her favorite songs on Alex's cock too.

She even bobbed her head on the dick during the intros and the pauses. After a few more songs and a few more snorts of cocaine (which she actually lined up on Alex's dick before inhaling), Alyssa never even bothered taking her mouth off of the "microphone".

She just ended up humming through half of "Your Song," bobbing her head on the full length of his dick. She looked high as fuck--it was a such a fucking turn-on to see his usually calm sister so excited and unhinged. Near the end, she sang with all her strength while holding the base of his cock as if it were really a mic. After he came inside her mouth, she even pointed out the inaccuracy of having "micro" in the word "microphone" when pertaining to Alex's giant cock as its substitution.

She squirted for a total of three times when he fucked her throat on beat during her last song, "I Wanna Dance with Somebody."

It was during the eighth CD when James suspected his sister knew nothing and that these recordings were completely his mom's or Alex's idea. The suspicion was more than valid because the CD always came tied to one of Alyssa's lingerie--and every time--his sister asked where her underwear was and why it kept disappearing.

He never said anything about it. One time, he actually just blankly stared at her when she asked him if he ever saw it. James couldn't help it. Even while frustrated, she was still as beautiful. He didn't know if he imagined it, but Alyssa's skin looked more radiant each day. God, it fucking hurt to see her normally and act as if nothing was wrong. Sure, he caught her looking way more despondent and forlorn sometimes, but she was still fucking his bully. Does she even think of him when she does? He couldn't even look at her without being reminded of how she looked like--naked and begging--with his mom in those recordings.

The emotional torture didn't stop him from keeping the CDs and the lingerie though.

He also eventually asked his dad for the DVD player, right after he found the third CD and realized the influx wasn't going to stop anytime soon. Sure, he had his outdated laptop to watch it in, but James would've given anything then to see it in run smoothly on his 32-inch flat screen.

Brandon laughed when he asked to borrow it. James blushed in shameful indignation. His dad probably wouldn't have been laughing if he knew what he planned on watching there, James thought.

But it was his now. He's been rewatching every CD in his room, masturbating to it multiple times a day like a typical shut-in loser. He was completely fixated on the mother-daughter duo porn the entire week and it felt mentally debilitating. His embarrassment for jacking off to it was almost nonexistent now though. It didn't matter anyway; no one would know, he naively thought.

Today, he found a new CD and he planned on spending the night watching it.

In the other room, Lily and Brandon got to talking.

"How was your day, honey?" The husband asked lovingly.

Lily kissed him on the cheeks as she replied, "It was really good actually. I watched our daughter take it in her face."

"Take it in her what?" Brandon asked incredulously.

"Take it in her place. The medical equipment, honey. She took her medical stuff back here. I told you it was today, right?"

Brandon laughed and said, "Oh, that's what you meant. I thought I heard something else again."

"It's been happening a lot. What did you hear this time?" He heard his wife ask innocently.

He paused thought for a bit before saying, "I don't know. I guess I'm......I'm feeling a bit more dirty-minded than usual, thinking about sex all the time. Maybe it's because of our son. My head keeps coming back to porn."

Lily stared at him, her face unreadable.

Brandon hurriedly explained, "It's not me. I know you hate porn--I do too, but I can't help it. I haven't told you about it, but I accidentally caught our son about a week ago, when you guys weren't at home, jerking off to a CD in our room. I didn't tell you because I thought I handled it myself pretty well. I didn't want you to worry or stress out. I had a talk with him and he was fine. He promised never to do it again."

Lily said, "Our son was.... jerking off to a CD?"

"Yeah."

"Do you know who owns the CD?" His wife asked him with a strange glint in her eyes, unbeknownst to him.

"It's not mine! I swear, baby. I assumed it was his then," he said defensively.

Lily smiled, "I believe you, honey."

Brandon looked slightly scared to ask, but nevertheless did so, "Is it...yours?"

Lily laughed and said with a smirk, "Oh, yeah. It's mine and Alyssa's!"

The clueless husband heartily laughed, thinking it was a joke. It was so outlandish and unbelievable that it felt like a joke; only it wasn't, and his wife was actually telling the truth for once.

He didn't know that though.

Lily continued, "You know I don't watch porn, honey." Although she makes them now.

The husband sheepishly smiled and said, "You're right. It was a dumb question."

"It's fine. Let's just go to sleep. You have a busy day ahead of you tomorrow."

Brandon smiled at his wife's concern for him. God, she was the best wife a guy could have. The Alex guy was right; he really was a lucky man. He leaned in and kissed her in the lips. Lily flinched before kissing him back.

He said, "Good night, Lily."

"Sleep tight, hubby," she replied as she closed the lamp. When she heard Brandon fall deeper in sleep, snoring, she bit her lips as she thought of what her husband just told her; her son was jerking off to a CD on their room. Alex was right.

Her baby is a bonafide cuck.

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Alyssa felt the days go by. By the time she's noticed, two weeks had already passed. The more she did it with Alex, the more she was weighed down by self-hate and guilt.

She heard her phone ring. She knew who it was without even checking it.

Alyssa picked up.

"What do you want?" She asked.

She heard Alex over the phone, "Hey, you free today?"

She snapped back, "You think I'm just a piece of meat, huh? Someone you can call anytime to suck your....huge dick...or rim your nasty ass. You called the wrong girl, Alex. I'm not in the mood to d--"

"I was thinking more of a date. Take you out to lunch today and have fun or something," he interrupted.

Alyssa froze. This was the last thing she expected. She felt extremely doubtful; what was this guy planning? Was this...some sort of new sex-play because he got bored or something?

"So? You in?"

The doctor was still flabbergasted. She absentmindedly replied, "Y-yeah. Sure...?"

"Cool. Let's meet at Southside Park. Plenty of food we can eat there. It's walking distance to the mall too. You okay with 12pm?

She nodded. Alyssa realized her own stupidity and berated herself inwardly. She said, "Alright. I'll be there, I g-guess."

She heard Alex say goodbye before dropping the call. Alyssa just stood there, stunned.

What the fuck just happened?

She checked her phone. There's still about two hours before the appointment--the date? Whatever the fuck it is. There's still plenty of time so she could relax for a while first.

Except she couldn't.

Alyssa started preparing her outfit. For a second, she was torn on what to wear. Usually she'd know already because Alex unconditionally tells them the color he wants. He didn't mention it today. It was....weird not being given a color. What was she even going to wear? Did she always struggle like this before Alex? The choice felt more difficult now than it was before, and it was irritating her.

She snapped out of her thoughts as she casually picked out a semi-casual attire. It was just Alex. Her clothes probably wouldn't stay on her body for more than ten minutes. Alyssa shook her head. No, she wouldn't let that happen. She finally said no for the first time, and she was going to see it through. This is just a date--or whatever. No sex. She wouldn't let it happen today.

Although that's exactly what she tells herself every time.

In the end, he fucks her pussy raw, much to her reluctant enjoyment.

She uncomfortably picked out a, cute classy dress before taking a bath. Opening the shower and letting the warm water fall on her face, Alyssa couldn't help but be intrusively reminded on the feel of Alex cumming on her.

It felt more or less the same--she closed her eyes as she waited in anticipation for the liquid to splash on her cheeks, nose, and mouth. Even the temperature was similar. Alex's cum was warm. Almost scalding, in fact. Like the shower right now. Alyssa flinched. Why was she thinking about him again? Fuck. Why couldn't she think of anyone other than him? She touched her breasts; they were swollen every day because of Alex's nonstop pinching and slaps. Right now, they were extremely sensitive; even the water was stimulating them--extremely painfully, of course, but also in a weird fucking way that got her pussy dripping. Alyssa's hands subconsciously touched her entrance. It was pretty swollen from Alex's beating too. She flicked her clit and winced, a mixture of pain and pleasure suffusing around her entire body. She inserted a finger or two as she played with herself; she remembered how he did it. Alyssa grunted frustratingly. It felt way better with Alex's rough, callused hands. She started to mimic the movements, imagining it was him touching her right now. Fuck, it felt so good. She hasn't touched herself for a while; it never amounted to anything after all.

Suddenly, a torrent of unbelievable magnitude grew and spread from her swollen clitoris.

Shit.

She came. So quickly and suddenly too. A burst of euphoric rush tackled her mind as she grew weak from the sensations in between her legs.

She couldn't even cum no matter what she did before Alex. Now, touching herself for about two minutes was enough to send her mind reeling with an orgasm. As usual, the shame sank in. She drenched herself in ice-cold water as a punishment before slapping herself--which only reminded her of Alex again.

She got out of the shower and dressed up for the date. It was a Friday so James was at school. Her dad was working as usual. Her mom, on the other hand, was shopping for groceries, so Alyssa was the only one at home. She got the keys and locked the house; her mom has a spare so she'll be okay. Plus, she probably wasn't going to take long anyway. Alex was definitely just going to use her tits for relief the moment they see each other.

He didn't. She saw him on the park amidst the crowd. He stood so tall and handsomely that he'd garner attention anywhere so he was very easy to find. When he saw her, he didn't ask her for anything sexual like he always did. Instead, they hung out normally and hung around food stalls. Alex even saw her getting tired from walking around and led her to a restaurant, his hands respectfully on her shoulders. Alyssa was still confused; where was the fucking catch to all of this? Wasn't he going to ask her for sex in a public bathroom or something? Hurry up and get it over with, she thought. Instead, Alex led her to a Japanese restaurant and asked her to pick whatever she wanted.

She asked, "Why did you call me here?"

Alex said, never taking his eyes away from the menu, "I found out it was your birthday tomorrow. That's why Lily's been running a few rounds of groceries, right?

Alyssa nodded blankly and replied, "Yeah....? W-what does that got to do with you? Are you sad you weren't invited or something? Stop being so nice to me like you did nothing wrong. It's fucking nauseating."

Alex smiled as he took her hand and pecked it gently, "So feisty. You're way nicer to me when I fuck you. Are you just using my body for sex?"

Alyssa was dumbfounded at his audacity. SHE was the one using him? It was so outrageous that she couldn't help but laugh.

Alex chuckled, "That's better, Alyssa. Smile a bit more, jesus. I'd argue your smile is my second favorite thing on your face."

The sister grew curious. She asked, "What's the first?"

He answered immediately, "My cum."

Alyssa felt her cheeks flush. She glared at him and swatted his hand. She appeared outwardly angry, but she hated how giddy it made her feel inside. Fuck. Alex has always been gorgeous. He was tall, he had a pleasant voice, his eyes were really pretty. He was essentially an adonis in his sexual peak. Alyssa didn't doubt that he could get into any woman's pants if he acted normally.

Let alone how magnetic he was right now.

The bully stayed equally nice and attentive the whole meal. He was fun, hilarious, charming. He also apparently liked wasabi a lot. He put an inhumane amount of it in his kikkoman. Alex also looked really adept eating with chopsticks. It seemed to settle in his hands as naturally as it does with a local--and he can speak like one too. Alyssa was stunned when he started talking in fluent Japanese with the waiter (who also turned out to be the chef) as if they were close buddies. Meanwhile, he paid enough attention to what she ordered and followed them to the detail.

Alyssa was dazed. This was the kind of first date you remember.

She stared at the man in front of her. His hair was a lot tidier today, Alyssa noticed. The sun prettily shined down on him as he neatly ate his meal. She stared blankly; the scene looked picturesque.

He noticed her staring and winked. The flirting was getting too much for Alyssa. She honestly wanted to fuck him right then and there at the restaurant--she couldn't even focus on eating, despite her love for japanese food. All she wanted in her throat was him. He HAD to know how much he drove her wild; he had his knowing trademark smirk on the whole time. Alyssa was so pissed....and fucking horny seeing it.

After the meal, she expected him to find the nearest public bathroom and just fuck her there, but instead, he took her shopping. Alyssa got so absorbed in the date that she slowly forgot about sex. At least for a while. I mean, you could never truly forget sex with the guy. It's just constantly there.

Still, it was fun. Alyssa hasn't had fun like this in awhile. The bully was being the perfect gentleman, but in the hottest fucking way possible. She spent the next two hours constantly wondering when he'll take her out and fuck her senseless.

But the date neared the end without it happening and Alyssa was disturbed.

Alex seemed to have noticed because he asked her teasingly, "What's that on your face again? I thought I said I liked your smile."

It made her chuckle a bit.

Maybe it was because of the comfortable atmosphere, but Alyssa suddenly gained the courage to ask, "It's just, you never call me if not for sex. I thought it would be the same today, but now it's over and I don't know. I'm like, really confused right now."

He took a step towards her and Alyssa's heart skipped a beat.

"I mean, you're pretty fun to be with. I just wanted to spend time with you on a date--I really didn't call you for some fucking today."

Alyssa felt mildly disappointed but also somewhat...happy. Fuck, she couldn't even read herself now. She didn't know what she felt anymore.