Caroline Springs (Part 1)

Claire looked out through the front door of their house. Her eyes followed her husband, Phil, drive away for work. He was on his way to Melbourne where he would be staying for a few days.

They have been married for nearly 20 years now. Phil, 38 years old, is a realtor and is groomed to be the area manager for a large firm based in Melbourne.

Claire, 37 years old, is a stay-at-home mom, raising their three children, one boy and two girls.

Luke is the oldest at 18 years. Haley is 16 years old and Alex is 14.

The whole family moved to Caroline Springs, Victoria, from Castle Hill, NSW, about ten years ago, for a great job opportunity that Phil took.

Claire had to give up her part time position in a huge marketing firm for the move.

The first few years were good enough for the family. The kids were doing well in school. Phil moved up the company and is poised for a great promotion.

Claire was happy especially when they bought a better home for the family.

Things turned about 5 years ago.  It was subtle at first. Phil would seem to spend more time out of town to travel to the Melbourne office. He would also come home frequently inebriated from quite regular dinners with clients.

He also has been more irritable. Everything appears to quickly piss him off. He has stopped helping around the house and yells at her whenever chores get neglected.

The once private humiliations have now become more public.  A few months ago, while they were out shopping at CS Square, Phil intentionally spilled a cup of soda at the back of her shirt because she wasn't walking fast enough when it was time to go.

Claire was stunned by this. She did not know how to react. She endured the walk back to the car with a soaked shirt and vicious glares from Phil.

"Why don't you fucking lose weight?" Phil yelled at her on their drive back home. "You'll walk faster without all your blubber."

Claire gained about 30 kilograms since they got married. She was a runner when they first met but the years of housekeeping and raising kids contributed to her weight gain.

"Fat cow." "Lazy." "Blubber." "Idiot." "Mongrel." "Bush pig."  Claire felt blades slice through her skin each time Phil used these terms. The humiliation became complete when their children heard him address her this way.

Phil, on the other had, maintained his great physique through the years. He worked out in the gym everyday and ran several kilometers every night.

Claire joined a gym 6 months ago and has lost about 10 kilograms. She thought Phil would notice. But the humiliation continued.

The violence did not end with his words. The shoving started 6 months ago. The first slap on her cheek happened 6 weeks ago when she dared refuse to fellate him because of a head ache.

Sex became cold, violent, and one-sided when it happened. They used to make love everyday. This has become less frequent, once or twice a week, mostly forcible blow jobs or dry vaginal penetrations that lasted less than a couple of minutes.

Phil's domination was absolute. This included the household finances. He gave her a weekly stipend and a credit card with cash limit.

Claire felt helpless and trapped.

She also grew quite concerned of her children.

Luke used to be a darling of a boy. When he hit puberty, he became disrespectful, uncontrollable, and challenged her authority.

Luke has become the bully of the house. He constantly teased and tortured his sisters and largely ignored his mother. He has become his father, taking after his domineering attitude and abusive behavior.

Luke has grown from a small runt to a 6-foot athletic body packed with teenage testosterone. He excelled in every sport. He aspired to become a professional rugby player.

His hormones kept him randy 24 hours of the day. He constantly thought about sex and had an erection several times an hour.

Much to Claire's worry, Luke does not appear to have boundaries or control. She would frequently observe him trying to feel up his sisters' breasts.

Once, Claire caught Luke pleasuring himself over a sleeping Haley.

This happened two months ago. Phil was already in bed. Claire got up to fetch a glass of water and Paracetamol from the kitchen. Her head throbbed from migraine.

She walked down the staircase and saw the dim light of the television. The kids have left the TV on again, she thought.

In the dark, she saw a figure standing next to the sofa. It was Luke. She crept closer.

Luke stood there. His shorts were down to his knees. He had his erect penis in his right hand. He was pumping feverishly and appeared to be close to climax. He was staring at his sister Haley who was sleeping on the sofa.

Earlier, Luke walked into his sister, Haley, who fell asleep on the couch while watching television.

He knew Haley was a heavy sleeper.

He called out her name several times,  attempting to wake her, testing her level of consciousness. When he was satisfied she would not rouse, he picked the bottom of her gown and pulled this upwards. He was slow and deliberate, avoiding sudden movements that may wake Haley.

Her thighs came in to view...then the crotch of her white underwear...then her belly button...then her pink aureolas.

Luke was shaking in excitement. He pulled down this shorts. His penis sprung up and pointed upwards at 45 degree angle. His balls felt heavy and dangled between his thighs like two chicken eggs in his scrotum.

He is looking more and more like his father in every way. His uncircumcised penis was about 16.5 centimeters erect when he last measured. He is still growing and may someday exceed his father's erect 18-centimeter uncircumcised penis. Both men had low hanging balls. Their scrotums reached mid-thigh.

Luke gently inserted his left hand in her panties. He started to stroke his shaft with his right hand when he felt the soft fuzz of her pubic hair. He almost came when his middle finger felt soft meat of her labia and the moisture within.

Haley moaned but did not awake.

Luke pulled his left hand gently away from her. He brought this hand to his face and took a deep sniff.

He pumped his penis vigorously. He covered his nose with his left hand, inhaling the sweet scent of his sister's vagina. His eyes were shut. He was very close.

This was when Claire walked in with an audible gasp of disgust.

Luke opened his eyes and saw his mother frozen at the hallway. There was an instant of shame that was overwhelmed by his impending climax.

"Hawrr! Hawrr! Hawrr!" Luke came.

White ropes of semen spurted from his penis and landed in different directions. His buttocks clenched tightly and his hips bucked upwards each time he squirted his come. Most of it landed at the back of the couch. A few drops landed on his sister's feet.

Claire was too shocked to say or do anything. She stood there.

Luke pulled his shorts up and walked slowly towards his mother. He stopped 2 feet away from her. His towered over her 5'4" figure. For the first time, she felt threatened by her son.

For the first time, he felt domination over his mother.

Luke raised his clenched right fist a few inches in front of her face. "Fat cow!" he said.

Claire could smell the odor of her son's semen in his fist. Her head pounded and she started to retch with smell of his sex.

Luke sneered and shoved her out of his way. He walked up the stairs to his bedroom.

Claire fell on both knees. She stayed in this position for what must have been half an hour. Her head was pounding with fear, disgust, and helplessness.

She slowly got up and saw her sleeping daughter. She went to her sleeping figure. She pulled her daughter's nightgown to cover her naked body.

With her palms, she cleared the  drops of semen from her daughter's feet and wiped this on the living room rug.

She stared at her daughter's sleeping face. She looked peaceful and fragile.

Claire's head continued to pound with her every heart beat. Something inside her stirred.

If not for herself, for her daughters. She decided to take this head on.

Her feelings of helplessness vanished. And just as suddenly, the pounding in her head went away.