Touched Pt. 06

Author's Note: A tragedy struck my life in 2021, almost ever since my existence has become far more difficult. That is why my writing has slowed so much and it has been challenging to maintain the Machiavellian narrative. I've done everything I can but there's no guarantee that things will get better. It has been a relief these moments of escape and inspiration to another world, one where sex and sensuality can run rampant. I hope I'll be able to finish my stories, because there is still so much I want to write. Please wish me luck, as I need it now more than ever.

p.s. there was a pretty big and glaring continuity error in Pt. 5... An anonymous user tipped me off (thank you), I've since corrected it in an edit, and hopefully it will be published in the future.

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Catherine put the food away, but left out the fresh produce, she was tired, sweaty, and just wanted to lay down. Christine seemed to notice and moments later was guiding her mother-in-law gently towards her bedroom. The older woman protested weakly but didn't put up much of a fight. "Take a little nap, I'm going to do all the prep for dinner and then we can fix it together." She said soothingly as she helped Catherine out of her shoes an into bed. Catherine wasn't used to sleeping in her clothes, but a strange exhaustion was swiftly overtaking her and she simply couldn't keep her eyes open any longer. The last thing she was consciously aware of was her daughter-in-law gently pulling up the covers around her neck and whispering into her ear. "When your special alarm goes off Katydid, don't come to the kitchen, come to my room, quietly. Sweet dreams honey." The younger woman's warm lips settled on her forehead, a moist yet delicate kiss, But I don't have an alarm... Catherine thought as the last wisp of consciousness slipped away.

The dreams she had were not quite nightmares but they were far from pleasant. In every single one Christine was happily enjoying the company of someone else. Catherine stood at a distance, staring as her daughter-in-law chatted avidly with an indistinct chimeral figure with a face that morphed constantly through a Rolodex of male, female and androgynous features, some familiar and others completely unknown. The body of this creature too changed in size and shape, growing tall, then shrinking, expanding, contracting. Hips, ass, boobs, all shifting and sliding in and out of prominence. The only constant was Christine, glorious, sensual, voluptuous Christine. The young woman glowed and smoldered as she chattered away, blissfully oblivious. Catherine was always a short distance away, but also always behind some petty barrier. A hedge, a short wall, a pane of glass. And yet Catherine knew it was impassable. She lacked the strength to even call out.

Silently her dream self stood and watched, sullen, depressed, melting like a burning candle, destined to flicker and go out before Christine ever even noticed her tragic existence. Christine however got brighter and brighter, her face becoming more animated and excited by the moment. She wasn't just ecstatic, she seemed in love, and then gradually she started to flush, to pant, and then to moan. She was experiencing sexual pleasure, her legs flopping open, her back arching. The ghostly phantom wasn't even touching her, it was just there, taking up space, a totem. But in Catherine's mind it was seducing Christine somehow, possessing her. It seemed like only a matter of time before the figure pounced upon her, carried her away, never to be seen again. Dream Catherine reached out, her hand straining, fighting against both the exhaustion and fatigue in her astral body and the fearsome invisible field of exclusion exuded by the demon.

She feared to make a sound, what if she opened her mouth and... Nothing came out? It was less terrifying to remain silent, chaste. Then to her complete surprise her dream daughter-in-law turned her head slowly, seeming to notice something. Her eyes shifted, focused, and she was looking right at Catherine. Those insane, supernaturally vivid green eyes, boring right into the older woman's soul. She winked. Catherine screamed. As luck would have it, her mouth was buried in her pillow so the sound was almost completely muffled. She thrashed awake, her scream dying as she recognized the familiar surroundings of her own bedroom, and the almost comforting relentless buzzing of the Yoni Egg deep within her innermost recess. Alarm! She thought, groaning internally. And yet the vibrations were dramatically weaker than before, they'd startled her awake but they weren't hurtling her towards orgasm like they had in the thrift store.

She rolled over groggily, moaning more with bemusement and enjoyment than outright pleasure. Christine had used the egg to wake her up from her nap, but had clearly turned the power back down. Not only could she stand it, she could probably almost tune it out if she tried hard enough. Groaning she threw back the covers and slowly got to her feet, slipping on her shoes she remembered faintly what Christine had said right before she'd fallen asleep. Something about... Going to her room? Catherine's cheeks turned red, she glanced at her bedside clock to confirm her suspicion. It was 17:26, that meant the men were probably home. Then she snorted. Of course the men were home, her daughter-in-law wouldn't be summoning her otherwise. She had to pause in front of her mirror, just long enough to catch her breath and straighten her hair. The egg continued buzzing away, still just a little too stimulating to completely ignore.

Taking a deep breath she left the room, remembering to be quiet as she crept as silently as possible down the hallway towards the guest suite. She did feel a little silly sneaking around in her own home, but the excitement of what she might find when she got there made it more than tolerable. As before, Christine had left the door slightly ajar, a wedge of golden light was pouring out, adding a faint but noticeable glow to the dim corridor. Holding her breath, Catherine paused at the edge of the luminous boundary, her mind a miniature war zone as she fought with her own conflicted feelings over whether or not she should look around its tantalizing edge. There was little doubt in her mind about what she might see, and that was both the reason she wanted to look and the reason she couldn't bring herself to do it. Gregory, her son... Could she really...

Her daughter-in-law's voice interrupted her anguished internal debate. The young woman's voice wasn't very loud, but she could hear every dulcet word distinctly. "Just think of it this way, you're finally getting to try anal like you've always wanted." Christine's laugh tinkled musically from somewhere inside the room.

"That... That's not really wha-" But Gregory's voice was cut off before he could finish.

"Shush. I want you to think about what I'm doing for you right now. I said there wasn't going to be any sex, but the truth is I just can't go two weeks without... Something. I love your mother dearly, but a girl has needs Gregory. I'm being exceptionally naughty and making this special exception for both our sakes. The only reason I'm even letting myself get away with it is because you're still locked up. As long as your little dick stays tucked safely away in that cage, we can have sex like this any time you want sweetie. That way, technically, I'm not breaking my promise to your mother. So you'd better fucking appreciate it." Christine growled, somehow making it sound solicitous and sexy rather than aggressively demeaning. Catherine swallowed hard, still perched on the very edge of the crack, she scrunched her eyes tightly shut. What am I doing!? She moaned internally, her fingers trembling and hear heart pounding.

"I would, if this thing" Catherine heard the subtle rattling of metal. "Was a little less uncomfortable!" Gregory said angrily.

"That's what I like to hear!" Christine responded, her voice sounding satisfied and triumphant. "That's the passion that made me fall in love! It is your first cage though honey, I picked out one that looked comfortable with a little room to grow, but the woman at the sex shop told me that most men prefer a snugger fit. Something about the security of being squeezed tightly into a confined space. Maybe we could go look at smaller cages for you tomorrow?" Christine's voice dripped with a subtle savagery that made Catherine's blood run cold and her pussy start to gush uncontrollably.

"W-What!?" Gregory actually started laughing in disbelief. But before he could say anything further his wife cut him off again.

"I also promised your mother that she wouldn't hear a single peep coming from this room, and I'm a woman of my word. She's napping peacefully in her room, but I don't want to take any chances, so you're really in for a special treat tonight. Not only do you get to feel the ultimate pleasure of a woman's touch, you get to have a little taste of heaven to go along with it." Catherine heard a suspicious rustling and her daughter-in-law's mischievous chuckle, then Gregory grunted, a sound that conveyed both begrudging appreciation and a barely restrained resentment. "I wore these all last night, and I even... came into them. Multiple... Times." She breathed into her husband's ear. Somehow Catherine could hear it all, as though her own ears were perfectly attuned to the specific frequency of her daughter-in-law's voice. "Aren't they such a beautiful color." The redheaded siren murmured.

"Black? It's not really a color is it." Gregory said somewhat snidely, covering up his subtle contempt by making it sound like he was asking a question. Catherine's eyes widened and her heart skipped a beat. Black!? Christine hadn't worn black underwear since the first day they'd met. Catherine momentarily felt a twinge of self-disgust that she knew the color and style of every single pair of panties her daughter-in-law had worn over the course of the last four days. They were all burned indelibly into her memory, and the thought of each pair brought a flush to her cheeks accompanied by a small trickle of moisture between her legs. Partially in a panic she jerked her head around the edge of the door frame, her eyes focusing intently on the shadowy lingerie her daughter-in-law was dangling out in front of her son's face.

Instantly Catherine's eyes took in everything, her crotch clenched and throbbed in response catapulting her to the verge of an extremely messy climax, all before the older woman had even managed to process everything she'd seen. But before she could even begin, she was forced to confront the chilling reality of the sleek yet sturdy looking garment trailing from between Christine's long, elegant, pale fingers. Black boyshorts. Undeniably they were Catherine's black boyshorts... The very pair she'd worn the previous night and came in countless times, the same panties she'd soaked through and drenched repeatedly as she squirted and squealed under the covers. They'd even been shoved inside her pussy by Christine's strapon and stayed that way for hours. Her mind reeled. Those boyshorts were beyond dirty, beyond defiled, she'd basically wrecked them. Or more correctly, she and Christine had wrecked them together.

Still on this precipice of insanity she had one final moment to stare and consider all these facts, to ponder taking some sort of desperate action... Bursting into the room, screaming, or running away. Time seemed to have frozen again. Christine was staring directly at her, their eyes were locked, there was no need for words, there was full and complete cognition on both sides. Her daughter-in-law's green saucers seemed to be smiling, laughing gleefully. Then without a moment of hesitation Christine started stuffing the underwear into her husband's mouth. Gregory made strange indistinct sounds through the thick fabric, was he happy? Angry? Aroused? Catherine couldn't tell, she could hardly think. Christine grinned smugly as she roughly pushed the rest of the slinky material deeper into her husband's mouth, ramming it artfully with her fingers until nothing was really left sticking out.

She pushed Gregory's head down, forcing him to stare at the mattress. "Head down, ass up." She cackled, eliciting a disgruntled snort from Catherine's son. Somehow she'd managed to convince him to get on his hands and knees and face the door. Maybe having his cock locked up had helped, perhaps all males became more submissive or at least less ornery when their genitals were trapped inside a metal cage. Catherine mulled this over as she watched, realizing for the first time that once she'd made the leap and looked, all her misgivings and apprehension had evaporated. From behind the door she couldn't help but smile at her daughter-in-law, who was still staring lovingly into the older woman's eyes. She had such a look of absolute confidence and superiority that Catherine couldn't help but feel it too, welling up from deep inside her. This was... Right somehow, despite how depraved and wrong it had seemed just minutes before.

Women deserved to feel like this! Catherine's heart seemed to soar, she'd never felt so free or powerful. So many years... Decades really, of being sidelined, dismissed, infantilized, sexualized, objectified. Every woman knew the sting and the sentence of having her heart and her dreams caged just like her son's cock was right now. Her son Gregory, who she loved dearly, but who despite his good qualities was also himself a male who had been casually disrespectful and sexist to her and other women on countless occasions. Catherine was no fool though, she knew that it wasn't entirely her son's fault, it was society itself that had helped instill those warped and repugnant character traits in her precious child. He hadn't started out that way, but her voice alone hadn't been loud or strong enough to contradict the programming, the pornography, the ceaseless psychotic chauvinism of a world run by men, for men.

There were just too many locker rooms and board rooms between the decent, beautiful human being he had been born as, and the pitiful wayward wretch she saw in front of her today. And yet she sensed the possibility of salvation, she could see it in her daughter-in-law's burning green eyes, the truth she'd been shown. Christine had the power to set her son straight, to restore the balance, to bring out the good inside of him and obliterated the corruption and arrogance. Only Christine was strong and wise enough to do what needed to be done. Catherine grinned grimly, there wasn't a single shadow of a doubt left in her mind. She wouldn't raise a finger to stop Christine, no, in fact she would support her however she was able. The girl was not cruel, she was benevolent, and it was obvious that she loved her son in a way that few women would have had the guts to display so fearlessly; and as for Gregory, well... It was clearly a time for a taste of his own medicine.

Catherine gritted her teeth. She wouldn't look away, she'd witness his transformation, along with her own, not only as a mother but as a woman.

"Another thing you can thank me for later." Christine simpered as she pushed down on Gregory's upper back with one hand, her other hidden hand working rhythmically between their bodies. "I just smeared my juices all over the tip." She murmured, half leaning, half lunging forward as she forced her husbands shoulders completely flush with the mattress. Gregory's yelp was muffled through the panties, but it was obvious from the way the rest of his body went entirely rigid, that Christine had shoved the strapon at least partially inside him. For a few seconds they both remained more or less motionless, Catherine was starting to wonder if time had frozen again when her son started squirming and Christine smiled softly.

Then her hips swayed forward powerfully, her thighs slapping softly into Gregory's ass. His whole back half shuddered and went limp, but up front he was panting through the panties, clenching onto the edge of the bed with both hands. "That's right. You had no idea until this very moment, just how good it could feel to be fucked like a woman." Her hips swayed back, her fingers digging roughly into her husband's flesh, holding him firmly in place. There was a supreme elegance to Christine's movements, not one ounce of energy was wasted, Catherine would have described it like more of a dance than a fucking.

The way her daughter-in-law swayed back and forth, her hands only coming into play when absolutely necessary; pushing, prodding, directing, constraining with the slightest touch. Gregory flopped and flailed around helplessly underneath her as she pumped her big rainbow-colored strapon in and out of his ass with unerring regularity. She grinned, hair bobbing and flitting about, a few choice aesthetic ringlets clinging to the slight sheen of sweat that had gathered on her brow. She breathed easily and smoothly, her breasts rising and falling in time with her carefully timed thrusts. Gregory groaned, his head attempting to shift from side to side despite being pressed into the mattress.

Christine slapped his ass with a loud cracking sound that made Catherine and Gregory jump. The older woman's heart thumped as she almost slammed the door shut with her foot, secretly thanking god that she'd missed by millimeters and only rammed her toes painfully into the frame. "I know you can't get hard honey, but I read it's pretty easy to cum while wearing a cage, with enough practice." Christine said, her voice on the very edge of sounding out of breath. Catherine couldn't help but be impressed, her daughter-in-law hadn't stopped moving since she'd... Entered, Gregory. She seemed determined to force him into submission through pleasure and persistence alone. She wasn't giving him a chance to resist or to rest.

"You just need to think of your ass like a pussy, because that's what it is right now, a boy-pussy, imagine yourself as a woman submitting to my big hard cock. Think about how good it will feel when I finally shoot all my hot, thick, sticky, cum deep inside you. Filling up your tight little boy-pussy with my love." Christine sighed happily between deep steady breaths, her hands pulling relentlessly on Gregory's hips, slamming his ass softly into her lap over and over again. He'd given up on trying to lift his head and shoulders up off the bed, resigning himself to stay down with one cheek smashed roughly into the mattress as Christine rocked him ceaselessly back and forth on her strapon. "Do you like being treated like a woman? If you're really lucky you might even cum too!" The young woman laughed, cackling as she gave Gregory's ass another hard slap.

His body jolted and he groaned loudly through the panties. To her absolute surprise and disbelief she watched in awe as her son suddenly lurched and struggled upright. Christine just grinned and grabbed his arms, pulling them back against his sides. "Yes!" She squealed, looping one arm around his chest and dragging him back into her breasts. "Cum you little slut!" She growled, grabbing his throat and pinning his arms between their bodies. The words weren't really necessary through, Gregory was already coming. Semen spurted and oozed out of his cage, dribbling down the front of the thick metal latticework, sloughing off onto the bedspread, lurid, gleaming, opalescent. Gregory wailed as best he could would the panties still stuffed into his mouth, Christine to her credit hadn't missed a beat, her hips still pounding away, perhaps even slightly more vigorously than before.

Reaching up Christine yanked the panties out of her husband's mouth and dragged them down roughly over his head, covering his eyes. Although Catherine wasn't sure there was much of a point, since they were scrunched tightly shut. The young woman jabbed her face aggressively into Gregory's ear and whispered loud enough for her mother-in-law to hear. "Good girl! You came on your first try. It's like your tight little boy-pussy was made for this! You love being fucked like a girl, don't you!" She hissed, looking past Gregory's face and right into Catherine's wide, unblinking eyes. Christine reached down with her free hand and grabbed Gregory's balls, she squeezed them lightly. Catherine's son panted, a small stream of drool trickled down his chin and dripped onto the bed.