Jackson pushes my mother’s head from side to side, studying their handiwork. “The holes are the perfect size to fuck.”
A scene from a snuff film I watched just hours ago comes to mind.“I wonder if three dicks could fuck her face at the same time?” I put the idea in the atmosphere, knowing it will land. These clowns are different levels of deranged.
All our eyes meet—the unspoken instructions heard.
“Now the fun can begin. But we have to move. I’m not sure how long she’ll last, and I want to hear her come as she dies,” Iannounce.
The three of them line up around her, dicks all bobbing in the wind. Precum drips from the tip of Griff’s dick, and with the way he’s excited, I wonder if he’ll last three pumps. This time, Jackson is in front, using her hair as leverage, while Fredrick and Griff stay in the same spot.
Fredrick is the first to test the fit. “It almost feels as good as a pussy,” he shouts, and I roll my eyes. Like he would know. His nutsack just dropped like a month ago. “But her damn teeth are in the fucking way.
Turning, I grab the pliers and hand them to Fredrick. Then, I lean against the wall, conspicuously flaunting my glee.
“My turn,” Jackson bellows, sounding almost like a whine, and Fredrick tosses the bloody tool his way.
Jackson is nothing like Fredrick. He rips my mother’s head back, gripping at the root. “Open that mouth like the dirty cunt you are, or I’ll play golf with your head as the ball.”
Still defiant, Charlotte refuses, and Jackson’s fist says hello to her eye up close and personal. Then, he grabs her mouth, prying it open with wild abandon.
Her sobs turn into hiccups before reaching a pitch I believe is incapable of being heard by the human ear. Tooth by tooth, they yank, and my skin crawls. I can’t begin to imagine the pain of having a screwed-in tooth being viciously ripped out.
I hide my snort as I notice what’s left of her once paid-for, beautiful, pearly-white, Colgate smile. Chunks of tissue are still wrapped around some screws, while exposed nerves, I swear I see twitch, are left unprotected.
Ready to move on, the three of them take their designated positions.
“If you bite, bitch, I’ll make you suck on a brick as I cave in your face,” Jackson warns before slamming his dick between her lips.
They quickly learn three dicks aren’t better than one in this instance.
“Cock jam,” Griff calls out, laughing at his own stupid joke.
“Her pussy is free,” I offer. My smirk deepens when I see the horror in her glassy gray eyes. Tears soaked in blood are indistinguishable as they fall to the ground.
They lift my mother to her bed at an angle that allows Fredrick and Griff the ability to stand on the floor.
Striding over to get a better view, my gaze lands on my father’s—his stoic mask still firmly in place. There’s no hurt or anger to be found in the desecration of his wife of twenty-five years.
“Holy fucking shit, she’s clamping down on my dick, the dead whore is turned on,” Jackson declares, tearing my attention away from the emotionless asshole.
Quickening my steps, I arrive in time to hear my mother’s whimpered moans—the sound making my stomach churn. Too reminiscent of my times with her. Even as she draws close to her death, the sick and depraved slut can’t help but want it.
Jackson grunts, fucking my mom like he’s never fucked before. “Give me the bitch’s cheek,” he orders, and I quickly comply.
“Twinsie,” Griff and Fredrick holler, high-fiving each other as the seesaw in and out of the holes in my mother’s cheeks.
“Fucking clowns,” I snort, flicking my eyes to where Jackson is slamming into my mother’s pussy while using the flesh of her cheek to rub her clit.
Everything moves in what feels like warp speed. My mother’s back bows, Fredrick’s cum drains out mixed with blood, seconds before Griff’s follows suit. My mother’s body begins to jerk, but it’s unclear if the tremors are from dying or coming.
Answers I’ll never get as she falls limp, small twitches before going completely still. It’s a sight I’ll never forget. I’m sure it’ll make its way into my hand job material.
Jackson pulls out, pumping his shaft until he comes all over her perfectly shaped and paid for double Ds.
I peer down at my watch. “We’re making good time. Put your dicks away and collect the bodies. I want them to find all of us in here.” The three of them begin to move as I rapid-fire more instructions.
Turning, I face the victim. Although, victim isn’t the word I would ever use to describe my father.
“I won,” I taunt. “I freed them and myself.”
