The House in the Forest Pt. 03

The House in the Forest

Part III - Revelation and Retribution

By Sylviafan and LadyKaren50

The House in the Woods is a series of interlinked stories based around Lara, and her adult children Jessica and Marty. It takes place around Lara's childhood home, a house set on the edge of an extensive forest, which seems to exert a sexual or spiritual influence on the local inhabitants.

The series is a trans-Atlantic collaboration between LadyKaren50 and Sylviafan, so readers may spot inconsistencies based on two somewhat different forms of the English language! We both hope that you enjoy the stories and look forward to receiving comments.

All characters depicted in the stories are aged eighteen or over.

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There was a knock at the door.

Alex was by now in his nightshirt and under the covers and while he was sitting up in bed with a book in his hands. He was not reading. His mind was elsewhere. Ever since he and his mother had made their way to this distant homestead that their father had set up for them, life had been very different. Alex felt as if there was something magical about both the forest that surrounded them and the house itself. He remembered the trip through the forest and how the longer it progressed the more relaxed he felt; how he felt his body tingling, his heart beating faster, his breathing more ragged and his youthful cock almost painfully hard for the duration of the trip. He remembered how his mother slowly loosened her usually modest, tight clothing until she had discarded her Victorian dress altogether and completed the trip wearing only her white linen shift, which displayed her large, saggy breasts that trembled and bounced throughout the remainder of the trip.

And he remembered their first night... her mouth... her wet, sweet lips engulfing... sucking... her mouth drooling until finally bringing him relief.

"Come in mother. You know you don't have to knock." He set the book aside and removed his glasses. "Has Major Tom gone?"

Elvira walked in slowly and sat on the edge of her nineteen-year-old son's bed. Without a word she leaned over, parted her lips and kissed him deeply. As she slowly pulled away, she whispered, "He's gone."

"I think he would have stayed forever." Another deep, long kiss.

Elvira sighed as she nestled closer to her son, "He wanted to fuck, like they all do. I think he finally realized that was not going to happen. What he didn't realize is that now that your father is gone, my cunt has transferred ownership."

Alex smiled, "Your cunt is so precious!" He let his hand glide over the fabric of the Victorian dress she was wearing. "How many men do you think father gifted with an experience of your mouth?"

She sighed as she momentarily clasped her hands on her lap. "I don't know, maybe twenty or twenty-five. They just seem to pop up everywhere with their pink cards signed by Colonel George." She looked over at her grown son and smiled. He looked so much like his father when he was young and without facial hair. She reached out and gently caressed his cheek. Leaning over again she kissed him again deeply. But as they kissed, she snaked her hand under the covers and began to caress his naked chest moving it slowly downward until her hand reached his hard cock which she gently grasped and began to squeeze and rub lovingly.

Eventually she pulled away again, took the bed clothes in her hand and pulled them down until her son's naked body was fully exposed in the light. She gazed hypnotically at his cock before taking it in her small cool hand and gently running her fingers up and down the shaft, over his balls and then up to toy with the plump head. She leaned over and kissed his cock.

"He needs attention, Mother." Alex whispered.

Elvira did not hesitate, but with her fingers she lifted his long, hard cock and guided it to her lips. She kissed it again with her lips and, using her tongue, she licked the head of his cock, following by running her tongue the full length of his shaft before finally engulfing it inside her mouth.

Alex moaned as his beautiful mother used her experienced lips and tongue to stimulate his cock as it slowly glided over her lips and into her succulent mouth and throat.

"I want to see you, and I want to fuck you, Mother!"

Elvira let Alex's cock slip from her lips and she stood facing him. She unclasped the button at the top of her bodice and then did the same to the series of buttons which held her bodice together and in place. Once she had undone all the buttons, she pulled her bodice open and off, placing it carefully on the chair. She wore no shift and so her breasts gently bounced as they were exposed and her long thick nipples hardened in the cool air. She stood for a moment allowing her son to enjoy the sight of her plump saggy breasts which trembled as she began to undo her skirt, which shortly slipped down and pooled at her feet. Her hips were wide; her thighs were thick, her sex was covered with a thick patch of dark hair, and it all glistened with the moisture of her arousal.

"Come, Mother."

She took a step towards Alex who slipped a finger between her labia, over her clitoris and into her wet cunt.

"So beautifully wet and ready, as usual."

Elvira said nothing but only whimpered softly.

Alex withdrew his hand and motioned to his cock. Elvira climbed onto the bed and positioned herself on top of her son. As she reached around under her legs and took hold of his hard cock, Alex could not help but admire the sight of his 43-year-old mother on top of him, her body on display and beautiful in the dim light of the room. As she guided his cock to her opening he pushed and they both moaned as his cock filled her hungry cunt. Together they began a rhythm - in and out... slowly... in and out... He took her breasts in his hands and squeezed them, pinching and pulling on her nipples, until she finally bent down to kiss him passionately as the speed of their rhythm began to increase.

Elvira could sense that her son was getting close as he was tensing and increasing the speed of pumping his cock in and out her cunt. She reached back down and took his balls in her hand and gently squeezed them. Alex responded by crying out, stiffening his body and pushing his cock deep inside her as they both felt him begin to pump his hot cum into her cunt. He slowed even as he continued fucking her until his cock begin to soften.

At last, he stopped his motion, his cock still embedded in her cunt until it slowly slipped out. She responded by quickly moving her head down between his legs and taking the head of his wet cock into her mouth. She squeezed the base of his cock and his balls with her hand and began to milk what remained of his cum into her mouth, hungrily cleaning and savoring their mixed fluids from off his cock. With his cock still in her mouth, she looked at her son and they locked eyes.

"I love the sight of you with a cock embedded in your mouth, Mother!" he said softly. She let his cock slip from her lips, and she crawled up his body, lying on top of him. They kissed again deeply and passionately sharing their fluids from her mouth.

Without warning, Alex grabbed her and flipped her over on to her back.

"Spread your legs!"

In an instant Alex was between her legs. Her well fucked cunt was wet and hairy, but he did not hesitate to latch on to her vulva with his mouth, sucking her engorged clitoris and pushing two fingers deep into her vagina. Pushing his face against her vulva, he ate her cunt with passionate abandon until she was thrashing and crying out. Finally, she reached down, grabbed his head and pulled him into her cunt and began to hump his face as the first of several increasingly intense orgasms washed through her body.

Finally, she pushed him away, as they took each other in their arms and held each other tight in silence. Their breathing still ragged and their hearts beating hard.

"I love you Mother."

"I love you, Alex!"

They held each other in silence a little longer.

"I think..." Elvira spoke softly and slowly. "I think that you are ready to go and claim your bride son."

Alex looked at her in surprise.

"You know that your father had found the perfect bride for you. Her name is Adelaide and her mother, Nellie, will also come as a house slave."

"But I don't want what we have together to end." His voice almost sounded desperate.

"Why do you think it will end? Don't you trust your father's judgement? He has found a girl your age who is assertive, independent and strong. And with her will come her mother who is trained and experienced as a submissive house slave, like I was. You two will take control of the estate and continue to nurture and build the community your father had envisioned. This is your legacy, Alex."

"Two submissive house slaves? What will I do with two submissive house slaves, and both older women?"

Elvira's voice reflected some frustration, "Son, I grew up in a house with 5 submissive house slaves, three older women - my mother, her sister and my older sister, myself and your uncle Wilbert, my brother, who was then a young man." She smiled at him, bent over and gave him a kiss. "Take my word for it, sweetie, you can never have too many."

Jessi set the diary aside as she spread her legs and began to finger herself deep and fast. She grunted with each push deep inside until finally an orgasm coursed through her body causing her to cry out. Slowly the intensity began to fade as she sat back in her grandfather's chair in the library, naked from the waist down, wearing only a t-shirt, with two fingers still pushed deep inside her vagina. Slowly she withdrew them and put them to her lips. Opening her mouth, she licked and sucked her juice from her wet fingers.

With a sigh, Jessi looked up at the portrait. She was glad to have found the diaries hidden in the safe, for now the story behind the painting was beginning to make more sense. Thanks to the diaries she had identified all the subjects in the portrait: her great-grandfather Alexander with his bride, her great-grandmother Adelaide. And the woman on her knees with her mouth open with a finger aimed at the mistress' cunt must be Alex's mother Elvira.

As Jessi stood up, she could feel her juices dripping down her leg. She walked slowly over to the portrait and began to examine it carefully. And there behind Nana Adelaide, was something else she had originally missed. From a distance it looked like a light glob of paint, but up close she could see that it was a second naked woman on her knees with her head bowed and her ass lifted. "That must be my other great-great grandmother, Nellie, Nana Adelaide's mother," she said out loud to herself. She examined the painting closely and as she looked carefully, she could see what looked like two objects, possibly one dildo inserted into Nana Nellie's mouth and the second into her ass or her cunt, it was hard to tell which.

Jessi stepped back. "What a portrait! My grandfather Alex with Nana Adelaide along with their respective mothers, both house slaves and positioned as servicing their master and mistress."

Jessi had taken over the library and the office. She was the chosen one as specified in her grandfather Howard's will. Consequently, she was now Master of the House and heir to the leadership of the community. It should have been her own mother, Lara, who should have inherited the property and the responsibility. But Lara was totally unqualified to handle it. She was born and subsequently trained as a submissive house slave and as Grandpa Howard and Nana Joyce had no other children it would therefore fall to her or Marty. Jessi was the oldest and the most like her grandfather, and her own linage was deeply embedded in the community - Lara her mother with her father being a man from the community with a history that went almost as far back as Alexander and Adelaide.

Jessi moved towards the library office but stopped to admire the portrait of Howard and Joyce. Both were naked, of course, but it was not a complicated portrait, in fact it was just a black and white photograph taken when they had first taken over the responsibility of the house and the community. They were so young and beautiful in the photo. Howard was a strapping young man in his early twenties in this photo, his muscular body along with his large and powerful cock erect while Nana Joyce's naked body displayed her large breasts that showed no sign of sag but stood proudly on her chest while her sex was covered with a light covering of hair which accentuated her puffy labia.

"How is it that mom and Nana Joyce have such beautiful large breasts and mine are so small?" She wondered aloud as she moved her hands up her torso under her t-shirt and took her small breasts in her hands. She began to squeeze and fondle them as she stood there gazing at the photo.

Sighing again, Jessi looked around. There were other paintings and photos on the wall, consisting of a variety of naked men and women of a variety of ages from early adulthood to elderly. Perhaps, she thought, they are special community members, or other more distant relatives. She looked forward to reading more about the history of the house and community. A task she had just begun but would certainly consume many hours in the following weeks. But she again spoke to herself out loud, "Enough for now, I need to go over the accounts and review Marty's house repairs."

Jessi removed her hands from her breasts and was about to turn the knob on the door of her small office when she was startled by the sound of the doorbell. "Now who could that be?" She was alone in the house since Marty was off buying lumber. She walked towards the front door. As she moved through the library, she grabbed a pair of shorts as she entered the foyer. She took a moment to quickly pull them on before she walked toward the front door.

The doorbell impatiently rang again, several times. She looked out through the peephole. "What the hell?"

She opened the door and there stood a man in his late forties. He was stocky, but handsome with short dark hair. He was wearing jeans and a shirt.

"What do you want, Calvin?" Jessi spoke harshly.

"And good afternoon to you too. So nice to see you again, Jessica. Is your mother or Marty at home." The man spoke with a kind of salesman's lilt to his voice. The kind of voice that is always engaged in manipulation.

"No one is here but me. What do you want from them?"

"That's none of your business I think."

Jessi's anger flashed, "It is my business. Maybe you haven't heard, but I am now the master of this estate, and no one talks to mother or to Marty for that matter without my approval! Got that?"

She could see a flash of anger on his face which quickly softened into a smile. "Jessica, I think we have gotten off on the wrong foot. I am not here to cause trouble. I just wanted to touch base with my son and his mother?"

"And why would you think that the woman you raped would want to speak to you? And I can tell you for a fact that Marty wants nothing to do with you. So, maybe you should just clear out."

Another pause, "Maybe you could invite me in, and we could sit and have a friendly chat."

"Only friends have friendly chats and we aren't friends. Consequently, we have nothing to chat about." She stepped back and began to shut the front door.

Calvin quickly put his hand up to block the door from closing all the way, "Even so, I think you might want to hear what I have to say."

Jessi stood at the door silently for a moment. "I doubt it," she sighed, "Ok, into the sitting room." She opened the door and took a step back as Calvin entered the foyer. "To the right."

"I know. I have been here before you know." His voice was strained with a combination of anger and frustration.

Jessi did not know he had been to the house before. It unsettled her as she did not know what he might know about the house, the family and the community. Consequently, it put her on her guard. She followed him cautiously as he slowly walked into the living room looking around until he turned and sat in a chair.

Jessi took the chair in the center of the room, her grandfather's chair in the living room and sat up straight and imperiously, tense and apprehensive. "Ok, I'm listening."

"I just don't understand why we can't be friends." His voice had a slimy sweetness about it.

"Drop it. Don't even go there."

"Isn't forgiveness a holy thing."

"Forgiveness doesn't preclude consequences and it also requires some repentance, something I have never notice you to display. Get on with it, Calvin or you can leave." Her voice conveyed her anger.

"Ok, so since you are going to be difficult." He spoke more with desperation. "Jessica, I need a little money. I have these debts you see. Your grandfather... well, he helped me out from time to time and I was hoping..." He paused and looked at Jessi who was sitting stone-faced in front of him. "Jessica, please... my debts... they are coming due and I really need to find a way to pay them off. Please... your grandfather helped me out because, well, because I gave him a grandson."

Jessi felt her rage course through her body. This man had raped her mother and gotten her pregnant. But she was especially shocked to hear that her Grandfather Howard had paid him off! Slowly she spoke, holding back her intense anger, "I am not my grandfather, and your debts are not my concern. We're done here." She stood up and motioned towards the entrance.

"But I'm your brother's dad, doesn't that count for something?" There was desperation in his voice.

She took a step towards walked towards him with a finger extended, "You are a disgusting rapist who deposited your cum in my mom against her will. And you want to be rewarded for this?! You belong in prison."

Calvin stood up angrily, "Lara was asking for it. She was..." he scoffed, "hell, she IS a slut and a whore like all of you in this family! When I met your mother, she was always acting all sexy and flirty and I could tell she enjoyed every second of it."

"Fuck you." Jessi got right up into his face, speaking harshly, "She told you to stop and you ignored her and then you left her naked and crying in an ally. Get the fuck out of this house!"

Almost nose to nose, they both froze staring at each other in anger.

Finally, Calvin started to laugh as he stepped back a couple steps and looked around. He spoke with his voice again dripping with slimy sweetness. "You're all by yourself, aren't you. What could you do if I just take what I need. I'll bet you have cash in the house somewhere. I know a lot about this house, and I know where your grandfather used to keep his cash." He paused and leered at her, "Not only that, but I'll bet you have a very sweet pussy. And it's been a long time for me since I had a pretty pussy like yours, Master Jessica!" He started walking towards her slowly with a crazed grin on his face with malice and anger in his eyes.

Without moving Jessi spoke softly, "You would be advised to get the hell out of here before you get hurt."

Calvin laughed louder, "Right! What are you going to do to me little girl?"

For a moment they stood facing each other, Calvin menacing with his arms raised and Jessi bracing but not moving backwards.

Suddenly he lunged towards her, attempting to grab her. As swift as the wind Jessi knocked his arms aside and planted a hard kick to his balls. Calvin cried out and bent over in pain as Jessi drew her arm back and drove her elbow into the side of his head knocking him completely to the floor.

Quickly, she pulled open the drawer of the little end table which sat next to the master's chair and pulled out a small handgun. She pointed it at Calvin. "What a complete jerk and an idiot you are. Ok... stand up and put your back against that wall and face me keeping your hands up in the air." He didn't move. She shoved the pistol in his face, "Did you hear me asshole? Do it now! Do you think I'm afraid to use this?"

After writhing in pain on the floor, he slowly raised himself and was able to stand. Facing Jessi, he raised his hands and slowly backed up against the wall. "You bitch," he spat at her.

"I warned you. I've been training to deal with men like you ever since I was little." Jessi walked to him and grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head back and stuck the pistol in his face, "You do not want to fuck with me, asshole. Got that?!"

Jessi let go of his hair and took two steps back with the pistol still trained between Calvin's eyes. "By the way, I am also a well-trained marksman so don't even think of doing anything stupid."

Calvin nodded, indicating that he had surrendered.

"Now I want you to leave and never come back. Understand? That means that you are never to even think of trying to go behind my back to contact Marty or mom. GOT IT?"

"Yes, yes ok... ok. I promise."

"I don't trust you." She paused. "Maybe I should just shoot you."

"Jessica... Don't be crazy..." Calvin stammered.

"I have an idea. I think I know just how to give you what you deserve."

"I'll leave. You'll never hear from me again. I promise."

"Great!" Jessi took aim with the gun, "Now, strip off your shirt."

"What?" He asked incredulously.

"You heard me. DO IT!" She was now holding the gun with both hands and had it aimed at his head.

Nervously Calvin began to unbutton his shirt. When his shirt was finally open Jessi motioned for him to remove it and to toss it on the chair where he was sitting. Slowly he slipped it off and threw it on to the chair.

"Now your pants."

Calvin began to undo his belt and remove his pants. "Are you some kind of pervert?"

"Yep, but no more than you are. Actually, I think I know how to make sure you will never bother us again and at the same time give you a taste of what it feels like to be violated like you violated my mother."

Calvin stared at her completely incredulous as he pushed his pants down his legs. His jeans pooled at his feet, and he stood bare chested wearing only his boxer shorts.

"Cute. Now, step out of them and kick them to me." Calvin had to kick off his shoes first, but reluctantly he complied with the order, kicking them to the side towards where Jessi was standing. "Now finish it up. I want the boxers, but you can keep your socks on." she smiled.

Angrily he pulled his boxers down and off, standing naked before her except for his socks.

Jessi smiles, "Mom did say you were nothing to write home about. She was right." She looked over his body. It was obvious that he worked out, as his upper body was fairly muscular. His shriveled cock hung with his balls between his legs. His body was hairy and he had a patch of dark pubic hair surrounding his cock.

"Take it in your hand and start jerking off."

Calvin turned white with humiliation as his trembling hand slowly reached between his legs, grasping his cock and beginning to fondle and rub himself. It was soft but Jessi didn't care. "Come on stud. I want to see you hard. Get your cock hard and jerk off!"

Calvin began to rub himself a little harder and faster. Slowly his cock began to grow but getting totally hard was not going to be easy for him.

With a smirk on her face, Jessi watched Calvin struggle with the humiliation. Of course, she knew he would not be able to get hard. But she knew that that fact in and of itself would be humiliating for such a predatory man. "What's the matter Cal? Can't get it up? Oh, poor Calvin. You didn't have trouble when you raped my mom and just a few minutes ago you were all set to rape me. What's the problem little boy! Your little peepee can't get hard?" she laughed at him.

Jessi took a step to pickup up his pants. Carefully she pulled his wallet and keys from the pockets. She also pulled out a penknife. She tossed the keys and wallet over towards him. They landed on the hard wood floor.

"Pick them up and get the hell out. I'll keep the knife and your clothes as souvenirs. "GET THE FUCK OUT NOW!" she screamed as she raised the pistol pointing it at his head. Calvin wasted no time. He grabbed his wallet and keys and took off running out of the door naked. He jumped into the car, started it up and was down the driveway in an instant.

He was finally gone!

Jessi stood in the doorway and watched him leave before returning inside, intentionally locking the door behind her. Once it was closed, Jessi leaned up against the door, her heart racing. After a moment she walked back into the living room and placed the unloaded pistol back into the drawer. Finally, she closed the drawer and walked into the library and took her seat in the master's chair. She sat there for some time, numb.

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End of Part III