Oedipus and Jocasta - II
(Fm, inc, mast, oral, anal, huml, fantasy)
Written by Oeddie
aius slumped on the bench of the dungeon that had been his prison for the last sixteen years. On his last day of freedom, his wife Jocasta had fulfilled a vile incestuous relationship with their son, Oedipus. When he had seen the two lovers fucking in that incestuous orgy, he had tried to take on the commanding aura befitting the king. Yet his wife and son had kept on fucking, mocking his station. It was at that moment Laius knew that his son had taken everything from him, his wife and his throne.
Memories of Jocasta surfaced unbidden in his mind. He once again thought of her on her hands and knees in the middle of the throne room, stripped naked and with her son's massive tool thrust far up her anus, a pleasure she'd never given to Laius. He remembered the way her soft, firm breasts jiggled as Oedipus thrust into her.
He thought of Jocasta's anal orgasm, which made Laius realize that he had never given her a real orgasm throughout their entire marriage. He remembered how Jocasta, in the throes of a climax, had bluntly told him that she was leaving him for Oedipus, who was a better lover than he'd ever be. He remembered how aroused those two were by his humiliation.
The worst part of all were that the memories turned him on. As it always did, his dick betrayed him. Thoughts of his adulterous wife with his cursed son caused it to stiffen to its full four inches.
Oedipus and Jocasta knew that Laius couldn't help but be aroused by their incestuous affair. Jocasta once speculated that Laius had wanted to fuck his own mother but never had the balls to try.
"Well, Grandmother is a decent piece of ass, even at her age!" Oedipus had replied as he snuggled his face into her tanned cleavage.
Oedipus and Jocasta took every opportunity to fuck while Laius watched. After Jocasta was impregnated at that fateful orgy, she would visit Laius often to show off her pregnant belly as it swelled with the life Oedipus had put there.
"Twins, Laius!" she had said as she ran her hands over her bulging belly. "His first time and he gave me twins!" It had taken years for Laius to give her one child, and even then, it had been with the help of the goddess Aphrodite, who had been instrumental in his downfall.
Oedipus soon had a second bedroom built right over Laius's cell. Part of Laius's ceiling was replaced with an air vent, through which Laius could hear his son fucking his wife every night. The vent was soon followed by a pane of thick glass, on which Oedipus and Jocasta would lay as they fucked in full view of Laius. It had been their first time on the glass that their daughter Antigone had been conceived. Jocasta once joked that she couldn't conceive unless someone was watching.
All the thoughts of Oedipus and Jocasta made Laius's four-incher so hard it ached. He guiltily reached into his pants, hoping to relieve it.
"Well, well, well!" said a woman's voice from above. Laius looked up to see his former wife grinning at him through the glass. "Oedipus," she called. "Your daddy's little dicky is hard again."
Oedipus mockingly groaned. "Again? Well, Mother, I guess we'll have to give him something to jack off to."
As Laius heard them leave their bedroom, he began to jerk off frantically. Hopefully, if he came before they arrived, they wouldn't be able to humiliate him by making him hard. He also had the vain hope that once, just this once, he'd be able to spurt when he came, just like Oedipus.
Laius came right when Oedipus and Jocasta arrived. His ejaculation was another feeble trickle of thin semen, which never ceased to amuse his son and wife.
It was painful for Laius to look at the wife that was stolen from him. Her long skirt was slit up the sides to show off her shapely legs. It was also tight enough to emphasize her rounded ass. Her top was cut so low it barely hid her milk-dripping nipples. Though Jocasta was now in her forties and had recently given birth to her daughter/great-granddaughter Ismene, age and pregnancy only seemed to enhance her beauty.
Jocasta threw off her clothing, revealing her shaved crotch and her swelling, milk-laden boobs. Bending over slightly, she pressed her face and breasts between the bars of Laius's cell. Oedipus stripped off his own clothing and placed his hands on her hips, caressing her large buttocks.
'Oh, damn!' Laius thought. Even though he had just masturbated, his soft two-inch dick was hardening into a four-incher again.
"What do you say we try something new?" Oedipus whispered to his mother-wife. He knelt down behind his mother and, still running his hands over her smooth buns, stuck his tongue into her anus.
"Ohhhh!" Jocasta moaned in pleasure as her son's tongue slid inside her rear entrance. She pressed herself against the bars of the cage, causing milk to leak from her nipples. She reached down to her cunt and began fingering herself, steadily building up to an orgasm. She loved the feeling of being penetrated in both holes at once.
"Laius?" Jocasta said between moans. "Do you wanna…suck my boobs again? Like you used to?" Laius sat up straighter, unable to hide his eagerness.
"Well, then, come here and do it," said Jocasta. She pushed her breasts through the bars at her former husband while her son kept licking her ass. Laius stumbled forward, hoping to once again to enjoy the breasts of the woman he still hopelessly loved. He closed his eyes and parted his lips, listening to the delicious sounds of Jocasta's moans as Oedipus built her up to a climax.
"Uh! Oh, Oedipus! Oh, my son!" Laius heard Jocasta's moaning getting faster and louder. Her juices flowed freely onto her hand. "Oh! Ohh! Oh, gods YEEESSSSS!" She threw her head back in ecstasy. Her juices spurted over her hand and dripped onto the floor as her anal secretions streamed onto her son's tongue.
As Laius inched forward, expecting the tender softness of tit flesh, his face hit the cold metal bars. He opened his eyes just in time for Jocasta to spray her breast milk into them.
Jocasta laughed cruelly as Laius rubbed his eyes. "I'm sorry, dear," she said with a wicked smile. "But these belong to my son now," she said, fondling her naked breasts. She wrapped an arm around Oedipus, who leaned down to nurse from her nipples.
"C'mon, Mom," said Oedipus. "Let's go back upstairs. I still need your ass to get my nuts off."
Later, Laius once again heard the sounds of incestuous fucking through the air vent in his ceiling. He heard Jocasta cum three more times before Oedipus finally blew one of his hot, copious loads into her rectum. For the sake of his last shred of pride, Laius forced himself not to masturbate.
"Hey Dad!" Oedipus's face appeared in Laius's skylight. "I got something you might enjoy." He stuffed a pair of Jocasta's silk panties through the air vent. They landed right in Laius's lap. His willpower instantly broken, he wrapped his dripping four-incher in the silken cloth and stroked as hard as he could. He came in less than a minute, leaving another little wet spot on the cloth.
He sighed. It was so humiliating! Oedipus had turned Jocasta into the sort of wanton slut that Laius could only fantasize about.
He heard Oedipus leave the room upstairs, saying, "Auntie Semele's in the stocks again."
"What's it for this time?" asked Jocasta's voice.
"She refused to have any more children from her sons," Oedipus said, his voice filled with disapproval. "She's out in the town square and anyone can walk up to her and do her. As King, I get to go to the front of the line."
But Laius did not care about the fate of his former sister-in-law. His only concern was getting revenge on his unfaithful wife.
"Hades, god of the underworld, god of punishment and justice, Jocasta has sinned against you."
That night, Jocasta lay in her bed, her son's semen warming her insides. Oedipus slept beside her, resting his head on her soft ass. But Jocasta lay awake, worrying.
Before the first orgy fifteen years ago, Aphrodite had come to her, telling her how badly Oedipus desired her. At first, Jocasta had been shocked and repulsed by the idea. But then, Aphrodite filled her mind with images of Oedipus, showing her the perversions they could descend into. The images were so vivid that Jocasta could almost feel the cum filling her womb and anus. Years of being sexually and emotionally unsatisfied by Laius made Jocasta readily admit it. Yes, she would betray her husband with her son.
But then, Aphrodite had given her a warning. If she did leave Laius for Oedipus, then she would be sent to Tartarus, the land of punishment in the underworld, after the birth of her first great-grandchild. And now that her son/grandson Eteocles had fathered Ismene with her, she knew that her time was soon. She had never told anyone about her fate, not even Oedipus. He would only worry.
Careful not to wake Oedipus, Jocasta climbed out of bed and, not bothering to get dressed, went to the bedroom of Eteocles's twin brother, Polynices. Polynices was the only one of her sons that would not get to father a child in her womb, so Jocasta decided to make it up to him. She would give him the honor of being the last person she fucked in the living world.
As Jocasta stood over the sleeping prince, she admired the body of her son/grandson. Determined to make her last fuck something special, she pulled back his blankets and exposed a cock large enough to rival his father's. Jocasta smiled fondly. She remembered that while she was pregnant with the twins, she had worried that they would end up inheriting Laius's little phallus. She had been so relieved that those worries were unfounded.
Taking Polynices's tool in her hand, she wrapped her mouth around it, forming a tight seal with her lips while stroking its underside with her tongue. Polynices became fully erect as he stirred awake, unconsciously placing his hands on the sides of Jocasta's head and pulling her closer.
As the wakened Prince sat up, he rubbed his eyes. "Grandmother?" he said groggily.
Jocasta reluctantly pulled her mouth off her son's cock to greet him. "Hello, darling."
Polynices sat up eagerly, all traces of sleepiness gone. "Is it my turn, Grandma? Is it my turn to make you pregnant?"
Jocasta nodded, smiling to hide her sadness. "Yes," she lied. "It's time for me to bear your child."
Polynices lay on his back, his member standing straight into the air. He grunted loudly as Jocasta impaled herself on it.
"Oh my gods!" she exclaimed as she slid down onto the pole. "It goes so deep!" She started to slide herself up and down on her son/grandson's cock. Her juices lubricated his shaft as Polynices began freely oozing precum.
"Oh, Jocasta, I've been dreaming about this for so long! I can't wait to see you swelling up with my baby!" His thrusts became faster and stronger with the thought of his mother having his child.
Jocasta's great tits jiggled freely, releasing droplets of milk as she bounced on top of her incestuous lover. 'He's gigantic!' she thought. 'He's bigger than both his brother and his father. Oh, why didn't I realize it sooner? Why didn't I fuck him first?' she thought with regret. They could have had so many pleasurable years together.
Polynices seized his grandmother's ass, thrusting harder and harder. "Grandma! It's gonna happen! I'm cumming! I'm CUMMING!" The seed that had been building in his balls shot out like a river released from a damn, flooding Jocasta's fertile womb.
"Oh, YES, darling!" Jocasta cried out as she hit her own orgasm. She felt her son's hot load shooting into her, filling her belly. Eventually, Polynices's cock stopped spurting. Jocasta lied down beside her son/grandson, his cock still leaking semen into her cunt. She took him in her arms.
Polynices placed a hand on Jocasta's belly. "I'm gonna be a daddy," he said to himself. "Grandmother?"
"Yes, dear?" Jocasta answered breathlessly.
Polynices paused awkwardly, unsure if he should ask what he wanted to. "Would you ever consider divorcing father…and marrying me?"
Jocasta froze as she remembered Oedipus asking her the same question sixteen years ago. "Why would you want that?" she asked. "What about Antigone or her baby daughter Electra? I'm sure she'll be a real beauty in a few years."
"But I don't want them!" Polynices pleaded with her. "I want you!"
"Now, Polynices, I can't leave my husband to run off with my son."
"You left Laius for Oedipus."
"That was different," said Jocasta. "I truly loved Oedipus in a way I never loved Laius. Besides," she said, putting her hand to her belly, "What if I married you and then your son in here stole me from you? How would you feel then?"
Polynices looked down at his chest. "I'd feel terrible," he mumbled.
Jocasta put a hand under her son's chin and lifted his gaze to hers. She smiled wickedly. "But let me tell you something, dear. If anything ever happened to Oedipus, you'd be my first choice for a new husband."
Polynices smiled widely. "Really? Me? Not Eteocles?"
Jocasta shook her head. "No. You, my love."
Polynices lay back on the bed with a self-satisfied smile. "That's great. Besides, since I'm gonna be giving you a child, I'll have lots of time to fuck you as if you actually were my wife!"
Jocasta's smile faltered a bit. She nodded weakly, not having the heart to contradict him.
Soon Polynices drifted into a fitful sleep. Jocasta left his bedroom naked, tears running down her face and cum running down the insides of her thighs.
"Jocasta," a man's voice said from behind her. The Queen of Thebes turned to see a small man in winged sandals fluttering behind her.
"Hermes!" she gasped. "It can't be time…not now!"
"Yes, Jocasta," Hermes said coldly. "It's time to go."
"No! NO!" Jocasta cried as Hermes seized her wrist and lifted her into the air. She tearfully pleaded with him, telling him how she loved her lustful lifestyle with her handsome sons. She struggled, begging to go back. Her cries fell on deaf ears.
She didn't know how long the trip took, but when Jocasta returned to her senses, she was in the dark underworld. She stood on the bank of a river with a crowd of women, all of them stripped naked and crying out for mercy from almighty Zeus. She knew from her religion classes that these women were guilty of adultery, promiscuity, and incest. Jocasta was guilty of all three. She wept bitterly as she thought of the punishment that lay before her.
Soon the boatman came to take the crowd of whores to Tartarus. Their terrified screams worsened as Hermes forced the women onto the boat. As the boatman began the journey to Tartarus, some of the women offered him blowjobs in exchange for freedom. Others tried to give him blowjobs anyway. Other women, desperate for one last orgasm before their damnation, began pleasuring each other.
Soon they reached the section of Tartarus meant for punishing lust. They were met by a tan-skinned woman with breasts so large and perfect that they put Jocasta's to shame.
"I am Persephone, Queen of the Underworld," she proclaimed. "And I am here to exact punishment upon you disgusting whores!" She led them to a cliff overlooking a vast valley in which harlots suffered their punishments.
"For the monogamous adulterers," Persephone began, "that is your punishment." She pointed to a giant pit filled with the greatest orgies Jocasta had ever seen. Men forcing themselves into the holes of weeping women, bathed in pearly white cum. The men had cocks far larger than anything an ordinary human could have had, so sex with them would always hurt. The women in the pit screamed as they were violated, over and over without end. A host of winged demons swooped down on Jocasta's group. They snatched up half of the women there and threw them into the pit to join in the torment. Hands grabbed the women as they were pulled into the lustful chaos around them. Some struggled to get out, only to be pulled back in and to have their fuck-holes violated.
Persephone smiled maliciously. "Of course, it's the women in the pit that are being punished. The men are being rewarded," she joked. "But I know that the rest of you would only enjoy that punishment. For you loose women, that is your punishment."
Persephone pointed to a giant plain where scores women lay groaning incoherently. Their bodies and hair were always sticky from the cum that was always being splashed onto them by their rapists. Roaming the field were centaurs and minotaurs, randomly seizing and mating with the poor women on the field. Many of the girls had bulging bellies, appearing nine months pregnant. Others were in the process of giving birth to baby centaurs and minotaurs which, fresh out of the womb, would often turn and rape their mothers. More winged demons carried screaming, struggling women off to suffer this fate.
By now, only Jocasta and two others remained. One was Phaedra, who had seduced her stepson. The other was Penelope, who had been impregnated by several suitors and by her own son Telemachus while her husband was away fighting the Trojans.
"You know," Persephone said, "those women in that field are always fertile and gestation for those monsters is only a few hours. So they're constantly being knocked up and going through the pain of childbirth." She giggled sadistically. "But you three sluts wouldn't mind that, would you? No, I've saved the worst punishment for the three of you."
Winged demons swept down from the sky and seized the three women. They struggled and fought fruitlessly as the demons held their bodies close. Jocasta felt the cock of the demon carrying her start to stiffen. The demon's prick was only slightly larger than Laius's. Enough to get her horny and frustrated, but not enough to satisfy her.
The demon's prick began stimulating the insides of Jocasta's cunt, causing it to moisten and throb. The flapping of his wings caused the two to bounce against each other. Jocasta got closer to her climax but never reached it.
Soon the three demons flew over a large field in which deep pits were dug and covered with iron grates. Through the grates, Jocasta could hear women's voices screaming and weeping. She heard one prisoner shout, "Please! I can't do it by myself! Oh, gods! Give me a cock! I'm so close!" Her wails dissolved into sobs. The air was filled with the smell of pussy cum.
As Jocasta realized what her punishment would be, she, Penelope, and Phaedra were thrown into three empty pits. The iron grates closed over them. The pit was deep but narrow, with a floor barely large enough to lie down on. Immediately, the hot and bothered Jocasta started to masturbate frantically, desperately trying to cum.
She heard Persephone's voice above her pit, laughing. "Fuck yourself all you want," she said with a wicked grin. "You'll never be able to make yourself cum again!" At this realization, Jocasta's voice joined the chorus of lustful women screaming in agony for all eternity, forever working towards a climax that wouldn't come.
Persephone reclined on the grass, masturbating while listening to the women's cries. Something about always being on edge really turned the Queen on.
Jocasta couldn't tell how long she had been hidden in that hole, suffering from her own insatiable lust. She literally fingered herself constantly, unable to stop though she knew it was useless.
But hope came to her one day when she realized that her belly was growing. She was pregnant with Polynices's child! It would be months before it would be born and years before it could sexually perform, but Jocasta knew that someday, she would be able to cum again. She could hardly wait.