I woke up. I didn't know where I was. There was joy all through me. I didn't know why, but I was in a state of grace. It filled every part of me, a radiance of complete happiness. Of purity. I turned my head and I was looking directly into Mother's eyes. It was a shock to find them only inches away. Then I saw her head was on a pillow. I remembered! Quickly, I looked down. The bowls of her breasts were immense with the sheet over them. The nipples were pronounced. A hand came up and slowly pulled the sheet down. The forbidden breasts were naked. Mother's tits were naked in front of me, shining in the morning light! The sheet continued to recede. I lifted myself on an elbow. Ribs appeared. Her soft belly. The bush of hair! I crawled toward it. The magnificent thighs lifted and spread: offering up her cunt. I squirmed around until I was looking directly at it. Hands came and the fingers tantalizingly opened if so I saw the red secret flesh and the parts. I lifted my head. Beyond the belly and framed by the tits was Mother's smiling face. It was morning!
“Every morning I will offer myself to you, Lars: to be looked at, to be touched, to be tasted or loved or used. And any time during the day or night.” She roused like an elm of flesh and crawled to me, her great breasts swinging. She kissed me very softly and put her head in my lap. Tenderly she sucked my penis into her mouth. Then, stroking it, she looked up lovingly and continued.
“I belong to you now, Son. Everything I am will serve your every impulse or hidden desire. Anything! And if I can't satisfy it, my money will find somebody who can. My income is more than 25,000 kroner a day, and it is now yours for the rest of your life. I worship you, Lars. All my life I've dreamed of what you've given me. Partially it is a complex I have of wanting to be sexually used by young boys; and, more specifically, by my own son. Psychiatrists have tried to cure me, but they always fail because secretly I prefer to be this way. In fact, I planned for years to raise my own son and give myself to him. But I never had any boys. Finally, because I couldn't wait any longer, I decided on adoption.”
I looked down at her beautiful face with its proud, shining eyes. She licked me a little and went on. “We tried several orphanages, but none of the boys seemed right. Several excited me, but none seemed like my son. None until you! From the second I saw you, I knew. Then I read your papers! It seems you were put there because your mother felt you are inhabited by the Devil. She says your mere presence arouses a woman: nurses, little girls, your sister, even your mother. She is a respectable woman and was ashamed to say much, but to explain how powerful this thing in you is she confessed to masturbating with your little baby leg.” (So that was my awful secret! Wonderful!) “But more than just the way you satisfy my complex is the extensiveness of the ecstasy you work in me, Lars. I always wanted to be fucked by my son, and you satisfy that completely. But you satisfy even more than this mental excitement. You enchant my blood. All the sexual pleasure I have ever felt combined is only a fraction of what you give me. All the walls in me have fallen and I'm suddenly in an endless Eden that I hadn't even suspected. Nothing I've known in my life begins to match it. It's another dimension. For the rest of my life I will devote myself completely to pleasing you so that you will allow me sometimes to enjoy that.”
She knelt in front of me, laughing with delight. “Think of it, Lars. You're just a child of fourteen, and for as long as you live you will have your mother as a slave. And you will have my fortune, which will make anyone else your slave. We will find your other mother and sister and you can fuck them. Meanwhile, you can do anything you want to the people in this house!”
“What about Father?”
“Him, too. First because he will do anything to retain the big allowance I give him. And second because he must. You see, he's something of a sadist and one time he went a little too far with a girl. The girl died. I have his confession and pictures, which I got in return for the fortune I paid to hush it up. All the documents are at my lawyers… Now wait, I'll show you.” She picked up the phone and ordered Father and Gunilla to come. I was a little embarrassed and slid deep in the covers. Mother had put on a gown and received them regally, fondling my head.
“I have called you here to explain that from now on the house will be run by and for Lars. The function of the rest of us will be to do his bidding and provide for his happiness. We women will help devise new presents and pleasures for him every day, while you, Bill, will assist in bringing things about -doing errands and such. Now the…”
“Wha-what the living hell are you talking about, Karin?” Father exploded. “Is this some sort of silly joke you've cooked up or what?”
“Look, Bill, I'm not joking! Not joking at all. Now please, unless you want to be whipped or ejected from the household for insolence, be quiet unless spoken to!”
“B-But, Karin, what the hell is going on… you…”
“Bill, I mean it! Just listen and I'll explain all you need to know.” She cast him a freezing glance which silenced him and continued:
“It does not matter what anyone thinks of it or doesn't think of it. I am in love with Lars! He possesses me completely, and since I happen to hold the purse strings, so does he. I don't advise therefore any trouble nor any attempt to displease him.”
Gunilla stretched her arms behind her like a cat. She smiled at Mother: “If you beat me with a poker you couldn't get me to displease him.”
“I know that, dear” Mother replied, “I was just speaking for those not so properly disposed as you are-without coercion…”
“Karin, what nonsense is…”
“Bill, I'm not kidding! If you want to be cut in then keep your mouth shut and do as you're told!” Father opened his mouth-then thought better of it. Mother went on:
“Now here is what we will do first. You, Bill, will go to the bank this afternoon and withdraw 10,000 kroner for Lars. Pocket money. You will open an account in his name with 500,000 kroner which he can draw upon at will and from which 1000 kroner will be sent to him here weekly.” (My God, I thought, that's almost a hundred pounds a week!) Without pausing for reply she swept on: “Now I want you after that to make arrangements with a personnel service for us to get a new maid every month. One of us will go in a few days and give them the description of the type Lars wants next.”
“Mother,” I interrupted, “you will keep Annie, won't you?”
She raised her eyebrows. Then smiled graciously: “But of course, if you want her, dear. We can have an extra maid every month. You will have whatever you wish, dear.”
“Thank you, Mother.”
“Now, Nilla, you will take Lars on Raggar orgies to get him whatever teenagers he wants. I will be his contact in society for aristocratic girls and women. And Louise will bring home little girls for him from school. In everything we do, we will arrange our lives to suit Lars. Beyond that,” she turned to Father, “you may do as you please.” She paused, but Father only glowered at her.
“Now your first present, darling, will be Louise. We will bring her in, undress her, and you can make love to her. Nilla, would you get Louise, please.”
“Wait a minute,” I interrupted: “This all sounds great, Mother, but I don't want Father here if you are going to undress Lou!”
“You heard him, Bill,” Mother said. “Why don't you go to the bank and the personnel office while Nilla and I give Lars his first present!”
“Now, just a minute, Karin, this has gone far enough. If you think I'm going to be pushed around at the caprice of some goddamn kid you've got another think coming. I…” He was on his feet striding toward Mother in a threatening manner. Strange things rose in me. He had to be taught a lesson. And he wasn't going to threaten Mother.
“Listen, you,” I said. “I think we'd better come to an understanding right now! Mother told you that I'm running things here now, not you. Since you happen to be Nilla's and Lou's father I'm disposed to be lenient with you. But I'm not going to have any nonsense. If I tell her to throw you out she'll do it-and cut you off without a cent! Not to mention what we might do with that confession of yours. And believe me, if you say one more thing, or fail to carry out one instruction I give you-or if you offer a single word of complaint about anything, you're through. Period. I won't be forgiving, and I won't change my mind. I know this has been a shock to you so I am disposed to forgive your insolence thus far. But it is the end. One more peep out of you and you're finished.”
He gaped at me. Then looked at Mother for confirmation. Her gaze was steady, firm, inflexible. “Yes, Bill. Exactly as he says. If he tells you to leave I'll have you thrown out immediately.” Father stared at her incredulously, shaking his head in disbelief. He turned toward Gunilla. She said with a smirk:
“Don't expect any sympathy from me. You're just lucky he's nice and that Mother has a soft spot for you. I don't.” Her face glowed suddenly: “Besides, I love him, worship him… I will do anything he desires. And don't look to Lou, either. Oh, she might sympathize with you, but it won't do you any good. She loves him, too. Totally. Will do anything for him. I'm afraid your day is over, Pop-might's well face up to it.”
He stared from one to the other. It began to sink in. He saw it. Then accepting it all, he took a new tack. He turned to me: .”Look, kid, so all right, I get the picture. But why be so tough on me? I never did anything to you. Why not share the wealth a little-you got plenty of money and plenty of women-why not spread the joy around. You and I can be partners-after all, it is my wife and kids-have a heart. We can be partners in all this. I can be a big help to you-teach you the ropes and all…”
I said: “It may be true that you've never done anything to me, but I love Mother and you have done plenty to her. I know all about it-have seen your together-heard you talk. And what I didn't hear I got from Gunilla. In a way I hate you for having treated her like that and I actually haven't made up my mind yet what to do about it. But I will. Meantime, I think you had better pass a little test just to show me that you are going to be a suitable servant around here. If you fail it, you are out. Even if you pass it, I may not forgive you your crimes against Mother. But I will see… I've decided to have Mother before they bring in Louise. Your duty is to prepare her for me. Now. Spread her out on the bed! Get water for him Nilla so he can wash her cunt, and make her ready to receive me. NOW. Commence.”
Father stared at me. Lowered his head. Bit his lip. Shuddered as though from a whip. Then slowly walked to Mother. He eased her to the bed. She smiled and allowed it. He opened her robe, exposing her nakedness. His eyes glowed at the sight, as Nilla brought a basin of water.
“Just a minute! I didn't say to lust after her. She isn't yours to lust after ever again. She's mine! Don't forget it! Now prepare her, but without relish for yourself. Understand?”
He looked at me. Finally he nodded and with shaking hands took the wash cloth. As he washed carefully between her legs, she treated him like a servant, indifferently; but she looked constantly with worship at me.
When he finished he laid down the cloth and towel confused. I stood in front of Mother and ordered him to put my prick in her. He did, and I could see his will was permanently broken. I dismissed him. I enjoyed Mother a little, but then grew impatient to go on.
I turned to Gunilla. “Now you can bring in Lou, Nilla.” She smiled, left, and immediately returned with the child.
Louise wore a pretty little ruffled, rose-covered dress which came only about two thirds to her knees. She wore white socks and little black shoes. She had a light blue bow tied in her hair, and a lollypop in her mouth. The teddy bear dangled from one arm. She looked about eight years old.
Mother sat up and held out her arms. “Come here, sweetheart,” she said. “I have some nice things to tell you.” Louise glanced shyly at me and did as she was told. Mother held her against her breast and stroked her hair.
“A lot of things have happened, dearest, things which will make you very happy.”
“What, Mother?” The child looked up at her expectantly.
“Well, Lars is going to be in charge of the house from now on, and you, Nilla and I are going to spend our time giving ourselves to him as presents. We will give him other presents too, but the main one we will give him is ourselves. And then he will give us things too. He will give us love, and happiness and joy.”
“You mean I get to give him… me?”
“Yes, of course, sweetheart. And Nilla and I will teach you the best and nicest ways for you to give yourself to him.”
Louise blushed and tried not to look at me. She started to speak, then her face flushed scarlet. She finally managed:
“But, Mother, uh… well, h-how do I… uh… do it?” Nilla laughed aloud and Mother and I smiled. “Nilla!” Mother cautioned. Then to Louise: “Now never you mind about that, dear. As I told you, we will show you everything. But first I should ask you how you feel about it. You do… uh… care for Lars, don't you?”
“Momma!” The child remonstrated flushing red and white and red again.
“Louise, dear, we are going to learn to love each other and be very close, and to do that we must be open with each other.”
“B-but, Momma! In front of everybody!”
“Soon, darling, you will learn not to be so embarrassed before Nilla and me. For Lars's sake.”
“Well, Lars and I have talked about these things.”
“About love?”
“Mother! You don't have to go and say it right out!”
“But, sweetheart, what I am trying to teach you is that love is not anything to be ashamed or embarrassed about-not between the three of us, anyway. Now, have you let him play with you?”
“Mother!” wailed Louise.
“Stop that, Louise! You are not to pretend the things you did were bad. If you liked them and they made you feel wonderful, you are to be honest about it always. Now, you liked him playing with you, didn't you?”
Louise looked at her. Blushed again, and nodded. “Yes, Mother. And I'll try to be honest. I know you always know best.”
“I do, sweetheart, I do. What all of us have always wanted is love and togetherness-the real kind of caring that nobody ever finds, and we have it now in Lars. But we have to learn to overcome embarrassment.” All the time she spoke she was gently stroking Louise. Her hands caressed her back, her arms. Her voice changed gradually to a caressing croon as she stroked her. The child relaxed more and more against her.
“We need to learn to love each other-really love each other. To give ourselves to each other without holding back anything. We must learn to love with our souls… and with our bodies. To give our souls and our bodies… all of us, darling.”
Louise closed her eyes, soothed by the stroking, by the voice.
“L-Lars has all of my… love.” She blushed violently and buried her face in her mother's shoulder.
“Don't be afraid to say it. It is beautiful… And now I will show you how to give your love to him. How to join Nilla and I in loving him… like all the Bible women loved and gave to Jesus.”
She was gently unbuttoning Louise's dress. The child at first hardly seemed to notice.
“Yes, yes, Mother-please teach me.”
“I am, angel, I am.”
“But why… why are you unbuttoning my dress?” Sleepily, only half protesting.
“I am undressed. Nilla is getting undressed. We are all going to lie together in bed and love each other. I am showing you how, as I promised. Just relax, now.” The dress was completely open and Mother was stroking her beneath it. “Now, dear, we will take it off for you.”
“B-but, Mother, should I… in front of Lars?” She blushed again.
“Yes dear, of course. Your soul you give to him every time you look at him. But you must learn to give him your body, too.”
“Is it right for me to give him my body, Mother?”
She bent and kissed her daughter softly caressing her temples with her lips, and whispering. “Yes, yes, darling, you must learn to give him your body now. All the fine delicate secrets of your body. Even the ones you don't know yet. Your mother and sister will teach you.” Gunilla helped her take off the dress, and the little slip under it. Louise was hiding her head in Mother's shoulder. She was naked except for her pants: all slender and new and childlike.
“Now go to Lars, my darling, and he will take off your pants for you. It is your first gift for him: to stand before him and let him admire your beauty, and then to take off your pants. When he takes off your little panties, you will really belong to him and be holy in the eyes of God. Don't you want that, Louise? Isn't that what you've wanted most?”
I held out my arms to her, looking deep into her and smiling. Suddenly she came to me and I kissed her, holding her tight with one arm while I stroked her slender nakedness with the other hand.
“Tell Lars now what you are doing, sweetheart. What your present to him is.”
“I am giving myself to you completely, Lars. I-I want you to take off my panties… so I can belong to you… and be holy in the sight of the Virgin.” Her face was full of purity and love. I knew I would do everything to her. Everything. But I knew I would not harm this child. That I would love and care for her. I began taking off her little girl panties.
She blushed again as I did it and put her head against me. I lifted her chin and kissed her as I slipped the pants down to her knees. The panties fell to the floor and she stepped out of them.
I lay back in bed the sheet still over me, and pulled her on top, letting her straddle me. I pulled her head down and kissed her, while I stroked her back and worked down her buttocks to her little hairless cunt. As I stroked her, Mother and Gunilla stripped and climbed on the bed. Gunilla began kissing her wetly all over slowly and sensuously. Mother stroked her hair and her little breasts as she continued to outline her program for me.
“You are going to marry Lars next month, Louise, because I know he loves you that way. And because it will please him to take you to big hotels and register. People will be appalled by the idea of this teenager fucking this baby, but he will have the marriage certificate and there will be no way to stop him. You will be his wife and his baby cunt. Gunilla will be his teenage cunt. She is basically a courtesan soul and does not need to be married. Nilla is the kind of girl who delights in being used, who doesn't want to be respected. She will be his tramp cunt. Annie and the maid-of-the-month will be his servant cunts. I will be his mother and his woman cunt. And I will give him a daughter right away. That way I'll have milk in my breasts for him. He can nurse at me. He can put me on my hands and knees and lie under me, milking me down in his mouth. And when the girl comes, she will be his. She will be trained to sleep at the foot of the bed. From the beginning, he will lick and suck her. We will put milk on his cock to train her to suck him. As she grows up, she will be trained to think of nothing but him, and fucking, and his pleasure. We will even use hypnotism. Then, when he is thirty, he will have a sixteen-year-old girl to serve him. And she will have a daughter who will be raised the same way, so that when he is 46, he will have a sixteen-year-old adolescent who adores him and pleasures him. And she will have a daughter so that at sixty he will have a. teenage wanton girl to provide him rapture in his bed at night. And she, too, will have a daughter, so that when he is 70, he will have a ten-year-old girl to fuck whenever he wants.”
Louise was very excited. Little tremors ran over her and she murmured things I could not hear against my mouth. Everything was clearly too much for her at once. She could no longer resist anything. Anything.
My fingers had reached her little pussy. They moved on it, caressing the sides, the crack, and the little hole at the end.
Finally, Mother eased her to the bed beside me and pulled aside the sheet. “Do you see this, sweetheart?” she said to Louise, taking my cock in her hand. “This is the hidden treasure of Lars, the love wand which, when he touches us with it, makes us holy… and here is how we do proper reverence to it.” She bent and took the head in her mouth, gently suckling it. Louise was amazed, but she was also very excited. She watched her Mother fascinated.
“Now Nilla,” Mother said. Gunilla let out a little squeal and brought her mouth to my cock. She ran her tongue all over it when it came out of Mother's mouth. Their mouths met again and again. They alternated having it. Then she took it into her and began to really suck me. I felt the head of it pushing into her throat, her forcing it down her throat!
Mother was stroking and caressing Louise, kissing her softly on her face and murmuring love words to her. My fingers played more and more with her cunt as excitement rose in me. I put a finger to my lips, moistened it, and slipped it into her hole as far as I could-a bit more than the tip-and worked it in her back and forth. She loved it. My other hand reached to Mother's tits and fondled the hard nipples. Everywhere the joy rose, higher and higher. I closed my eyes and pictured the scene-felt each one of them beside me. But it was a fairy tale-a dream. It couldn't be true: my mother and my two sisters naked in bed with me. All of us loving each other. Impossible. But I opened my eyes and saw them.
Gunilla was sucking out my soul through that cock. Sucking and sucking me. My lips parted, I moaned. Mother was talking to Louise:
“You feel the boy of love, darling? You see it in Lars? He is just about to come to his ecstasy-his union with God. Love climbs and climbs in him. It is ready to come out, but he needs you to bring his love out.”
“H-how, Mother?” The child whispered.
“Just place your mouth to his love wand and take the end into you. Suck once or twice as you do on a lollypop. That is our love lollypop, dearest. Suck on it-kiss it as Nilla is, and his love will all come out to you. Take it all into your mouth and you will have his love forever. Swallow it, my precious, swallow Lars's love forever…”
Her hand tugged at Nilla, who moved reluctantly away lying with her head between Mother's legs and licking at her wet cunt. Louise knelt beside me, and put her mouth to my cock.
“In the name of Jesus our Savior, Oh Love, come to me,” she whispered and took me into her lips. I looked down and saw that infant mouth stretched to hold me, and her eyes looking adoringly at me. I couldn't hold it. I came spurting into her little throat in a hot cascade of ecstasy. I moaned and moaned while Mother caressed my chest and my stomach.
When I had regained my senses we were all lying curled on the bed hugging each other. The sun was bright outside through the windows. I was in paradise. A paradise of woman. The only paradise. In a while Father would come with more money than I knew of in the world. Everything was mine-everything any boy ever dreamed of. Everywhere I felt them against me. Their flesh, the sacred and holy flesh of woman. Louise in my arms her head buried in my shoulder. Nilla curled against my back. And Mother on the other side of Louise, her arms over us both. The flesh, the dream, the nakedness and the love. Inside J bowed my head to whatever God might be, in reverence for this gift, knowing that it was but the beginning.