My Mother May and My Cousin Ben.

[honeypig13]

More more more

[bigangry]

nice continuation just when it is getting a bit stale. Good job ts

[Shina]

great story more please . . .

[OlympicDreamer]

o.o Ben, May and even Peter! I thought it was a spiderman sex story.

Pitched a tent here! Keep it going!

[Yester]

keep going TS, nice story

[vkumar]

please keep going..

[hipgrinder]

TS, you are da man!
This is probably the best story around for the longest time.
I only started reading yesterday, and I just can't have enough, finally caught up to date.

The incest, perversion and vivid-lustful sex, I'm sure they struck a cord with many bros here.
I'm sure cause some figures shows that incest-theme jav are the most popular ones.
Reminded me of my own incest experience, which I will probably share separately next time.

Will up you in the next possible chance, Thanks!
Keep it coming, i'm hooked already.

[megafortress]

Ts where are you! its time for the next installment!

[honeypig13]

No more updates??

[pyrokinets]

“Flo, Hei!”

Florence snapped out of her thoughts. She was at May’s house, nursing a steaming cup of tea.

“Are you feeling alright?” May asked.

“Er, yes. Why do you ask?”

Florence suddenly felt a hand on her forehead. It belonged to Corina who sat to her right.

“I think you may be coming down with fever,” Corina said.

“No-no-no, I’m quite alright,” Florence insisted.

But Corina was right, her face was glowing with warmth, though not from fever. It was from remembering her encounter and treatment from Master R last week. Though she was relieved the guy never called again, her body couldn’t hep but respond heatedly to the memories of the experience.

“There is seriously something wrong with me,” Florence mumbled.

“Sorry?” Corina asked.

“Nothing. What were we talking about?”

“Ben,” May said.

Florence felt her heart skip a beat. “Er, what about Ben?” she asked.

“I’m thinking I need to have a serious talk with him about er...”

“Sex?”

“Y-y-yes. Sex.” May stammered.

Florence giggled. May was such a bashful creature. Florence remembered the time back in Langkawi when May got so drunk that she ended up sucking Ben’s cock. Did May even remember it? Did she hook up with Ben? Probably not. Florence remembered that night when they were all drunk. Ben had came to her room and fucked the shit out of her. So between us three, Florence thought, only Corina and I have a pretty good idea what a sex fiend our nephew is.

“You know May,” Florence said. “Ben probably already knows more about sex than the three of us combined.”

Corina giggled at that.

May blushed. “I mean he really needs to learn how to behave himself properly. Can’t you talk to him Flo? You’re a student counsellor.”

Florence felt another blush coming to her cheeks. “Er, I’m afraid Ben won’t listen to me,” she said. You’re probably the only person he’ll listen to.

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” May said with a sigh.

And he’ll probably end up teaching sex to you instead of the other way round, Florence thought.

At that moment, the ladies heard a clamor of voices at the front door.

“Speak of the devil,” Florence said.

“The boys must be back from work,” May added.

“Erm,” Corina said. “I think I should go.”

“But you’ve only just got here,” May replied.

“It would be awkward, you know, after Langkawi,” Corina said nervously.

“Ben has never properly apologized to you and Gary has he?” May asked.

“I don’t think that is a good idea. Apologies aside, Gary would throw a fit if he even knew I was here for tea.”

“That’s crazy, are we supposed to stop hanging out just because of one mistake?”

Corina didn’t get to answer because Ben and Daniel had come up to them.

“Hello aunty Flo, aunty Cor,” Ben and Daniel greeted.

“Hello boys,” Florence greeted back, but Corina remained silent.

Sensing tension in the air, Daniel immediately excused himself to go shower. Ben was about to do the same but May cleared her throat.

“Ben,” May called out, “Don’t you have something to say to your aunt Corina?”

“Ish, May, it’s okay!” Corina said, her face reddening.

“Er...” Ben said.

“Well?” May insisted.

“Long time no see?”

“Ben!”

“Huh? Oh, uh... You’re looking as beautiful as ever?”

“Ben!!!”

“Okay, well, I gotta go, bye! Nice seeing you again aunty Cor, you should come visit more often.”

With that, Ben raced up the stairs, leaving the women staring open mouthed.

“He’s incorrigible,” Florence said.

“I’m going to straighten him out,” May fumed.

The ladies finished up their chat and tea.

“I’ll give you a lift home Flo,” Corina offered.

“Oh, it’s okay. Peter should be almost done with work. He can come get me,” Florence replied.

“That could take an hour or more. It’s almost peak traffic time.”

“Oh, okay then. Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.”

In Corina's car, Florence texted her husband.

Flo: Corina giving me a lift. Take your time.”

Peter: That’s great. I might be a little late got a ton of homework to mark.

Flo: I thought that was what you were going to do in the afternoon.

Peter: I was, but something came up. You won’t believe who I caught loitering behind the shed near the football field.

Flo: Who?

Peter: Who else? Raju and Johan lah. They were smoking and perusing smutty magazines.

Flo: Oh dear. Those two again. I’ll have to talk to them again after the weekend.

Peter: Don’t bother. It’s obvious counseling doesn’t work on these two. They only understand one thing. The feeling of a long thin cane on their skin.

Flo: Dear, studies have shown that corporal punishment doesn’t work.

Peter: Those psychologists who spend all their time buried in books and experiments and not dealing with problematic kids everyday don’t know a thing. Trust me, caning works. I’m going to whip them in front of the school assembly tomorrow.

Florence cringed visibly. She didn’t condone public humiliation either but she didn’t bother letting her husband know. He seemed to have his mind set in stone.

“Something wrong?” Corina asked, glancing at her from the driver’s seat.

“Problematic kids at school.”

Corina smiled. “If there weren’t any, you’d be out of a job.”

“Hey, counseling is just my side gig. I teach too okay?”

Florence’s phone sounded off another message. She glanced down and froze.

It was a message from Master R.

[Oldman13]

Welcome back! More please.

[pyrokinets]

“Flo, are you really okay?” Corina asked.

“Huh? Yeah, I-I’m great,” Florence replied. Her eyes never left her phone screen as if she could not believe the notification displayed there.

“You look really pale and you kept spacing out today. I think you should get yourself checked over the weekend. Do you have a doctor? I can recommend one.”

“I’m okay Cor. Really. I just need to relax a little. Haha,” Florence said. With trembling fingers, she opened the message on her phone.

Master R: Where are you slut?

Florence nervously replied the text.

Flo: I’m on my way home.

Master R: No you’re not. Go to this location. (He gives an address.)

Flo: I can’t. I’m travelling in a friend’s car.

Master R: Bitch, I don’t want to hear excuses. Figure it out. And bring the toys.

Flo: I don’t have the things with me!

Master R: You’re really getting on my nerves. Have you forgotten about the pictures?

Flo: No, please leave me alone.

Master R: Not a chance. Since you don’t have my things with you, there needs to be a change of plans. Here is a new address. Message me when you get there, or else...

Florence stifled a sob. She didn’t want Corina to know about her predicament. She studied the address Master R had provided. Actually it was more of a name than an address. Florence recognized the name of the megamall.

“Erm, Corina?” Florence said. “Could you drop me off at the mall instead? Peter is coming home late tonight, so I think I’ll just take the opportunity to unwind.”

“Oh, okay, sure. Which mall?”

Florence told her.

“I would come with you, but my kids will be finished with tuition soon,” Corina said.

“It’s okay. Maybe next time,” Florence replied, secretly relieved.

Corina dropped her off at the northern entrance of the mall. Florence waved goodbye and waited until she drove out of sight before messaging again.

Flo: I’m at the mall.

Master R: Good. Go to the video game shop next to the food court on the top floor. You can’t miss it.

Florence found the shop where the message said it would be. It was mainly deserted save for a couple of bored shop attendants behind the glass counters. One was a middle aged man and the other was much younger. They perked up when Florence entered their shop’s premises. Florence pretended to browse the items on the shelf while messaging Master R.

Flo: I’m here.

Master R: OK. Now listen very carefully. Go up to the taukay and ask to see his ‘special’ stock.

Flo: What are you trying to make me do?

Master R: Nothing too illegal. LOL.

Florence walked up to the counter and greeted the middle aged dude who had been eyeing her the whole time as if disbelieving an attractive woman like her had walked into nerd territory. Florence was wearing her tight white blouse and grey pencil skirt from work. She looked no different from an office lady, which for some reason seemed to have an effect on the strange man.

“Er,” Florence said, hesitating. “I-I would like to see your special stock.”

If the man’s eye slits weren’t so small, his eyes would have popped out and roll around on the counter. Florence began to worry. What if it’s drugs? She thought. Oh God, what have I gotten myself into?

The man glanced around the shop with his shifty small eyes. There wasn’t any other patrons but her. He then produced a cardboard folder and spread them before Florence who felt her face flush when she saw what sort of products the ‘special stock’ consisted of.

Her phone sounded off another message.

Master R: Buy a blindfold, a pair of handcuffs, and a bottle of lubricant.

Florence gulped as she repeated the order. She almost balked when she saw the tallied price of almost 200 Ringgit. The guy must have saw the look on her face and he replaced the solid handcuffs with velcro straps. Still, the price was over 150, but Florence quickly paid and got out of there. Inwardly she was thankful she hadn’t been ordered to purchase a dildo, or any of the other hundred more obscene toys for that matter.

Flo: I’ve bought it.

Master R: Good girl. Now I’m going to send you a picture. You are going to go to a lingerie shop and show it to the attendant and then buy it if they have it or just take anything similar. Use their changing rooms to put it on right away. Do it quick, you’ve wasted enough time already.

Florence groaned with horror when Master R’s picture came through. It showed the front and back of a full bodied woman wearing a ridiculously small g-string. only a tiny triangle of sheer material covered her woman parts at the front, just barely, while at her back, only a single strap lined over her butt cleft to another sheer triangle above her butt. Florence thought she was going to die from shame when she flashed the picture to a store attendant minutes later.

Thankfully, the female attendant didn’t seem to judge. She smiled and went off to find something suitable for Florence. The attendant quickly returned with something similar to the picture. The only difference was that it wasn’t of sheer material. The small triangles were white with a logo on the back. The string was black and of a comfortably soft and elastic material. The top was similarly two white triangles and a tangle of black straps which Florence suspected would just be enough to cover her nipples and nothing else.

She sighed and paid for it without bothering to make a scene about the price. She then asked the attendant if she could use their changing room.


As soon as she finished redressing, Florence messaged Master R.

Flo: What now?

She was momentarily aware of the warm slipperiness between her thighs. Without proper panties soaking up her juices, her pussy was making a small mess down there. She became worried that it would cause a dark wet spot to appear behind her grey skirt. Should have gone with black, she thought to herself.

Master R: Take a pic of yourself wearing the thong and send it to me.

Flo: No. No more pictures.

Master R: Don’t worry, you can leave your face out. Just show me your pussy.

Florence sighed again with exasperation. Slowly, she pulled up her skirt to reveal her thong clad crotch to the mirror and snapped a quick pic. “Oh God,” she said to herself and send the picture off.

Master R: Nice. I love shaved pussies. They look amazing in thongs. Take one more pic of your cute butt and then go to the car park above. Look for the R5-117 space and get into the backseat of the car there. It will be unlocked.

Resigned, Florence snapped another picture of her behind and sent it off. Then she exited the changing room and headed for the elevators.

[furrball_22]

welcome back!! *claps claps!!

[HANDFUL]

Welcome back TS. Dun stop now pls.

[pyrokinets]

When she finally found the vehicle, Florence just stood there and stared at it. It was a brown BMW X5 with tinted windows and it was parked in a quiet corner of the carpark. The SUV stared ominously back at her. Florence couldn’t make out if anyone was inside the vehicle thanks to its mirror tinted windows. She thought such tinting was banned in Malaysia but obviously, some people were above the law. The thought made her shudder. What kind of people was she dealing with here?

Florence took a long deep breath and then walked up to the car. She nervously opened the rear car door and looked in. There was no one inside. She entered and sat on the seat, closing the door behind her. Then she messaged Master R again.

Florence: I’m here.
MasterR: Good girl. Now sit in the middle and put on your blindfold. Then handcuff your hands behind your back.

Florence had expected as much. She struggled with the handcuffing part and then sat back and awaited her fate. It took longer than she expected before she heard the door on her left opening. Master R was probably careful, making sure she wasn’t pulling any stunts. To her surprise, she heard the door opening to her right also. In an instant, she felt presences on both of her sides and the two doors slammed shut.

“Oi,” an extremely hoarse voice to Florence’s right said. “Don’t close the door so hard. This is my father’s car you know?”

“Dude,” Master R’s voice said to Florence’s left. “What’s with the voice?”

“It’s my batman voice.”

“What the fuck?”

“I thought we should disguise our voices.”

Florence began to panic. She struggled to free herself, but as it turns out, velcros are a bitch.

“Oi, oi, oi. Stay still,” Master R said.

“Why is there another person with you?” Florence demanded. “You said you wouldn’t tell anyone.”

“It’s cool. This is my friend. You can call him Master J.”

“Let go of meeee... Help!” Florence screeched.

“Jeez. I didn’t discipline you for one week and you turn out like this. Ok fine, I’m sending the pictures to everyone I know,” said Master R.

“No, please. I-I understand.”

“Dude,” Master J said. “Kesian la her.”

“What the fuck? You got feelings for her issit?” Master R said.

“No lah, but I'm more of a lover that a sadist.”

There was an awkward silence.

“Man, I’m beginning to regret inviting you,” Master R said. “I thought you wanted revenge.”

“Dude,” replied Master J, “I thought we were just going to slash his tires or something.”

Florence tried to focus on their words. What were they saying? Revenge? Slash HIS tires? Was this about her husband? “W-who are you? Why do you want revenge against my husband?” She cried out.

“Shit!,” Master R said. “Enough talk. It’s time for payback.”

Master R pulled Florence’s head to his lap. She felt something hot slap rudely on her cheek. “Suck it bitch,” he said.