Mysteries of the Master Bedroom
By: Joshua Dobson
Curse of Serpent Wiener
I have always been able to see clearly, even in near total darkness.
Mommy's echoing screams drew my tiny creepy crawling body through the ducts to the vent to peer through a filthy screen at the horrible spectacle unfolding in the master bedroom.
Daddy was holding struggling Mommy down on the waterbed. They were both naked. The waterbed was sloshing. Daddy was biting Mommy on her pretty neck. It hurt bad judging by her raw-throated screaming.
The master bedroom stank of sweat and something at once fishy, fleshy, and fungal.
Mommy struggled fiercely beneath Daddy's sadistic bulk. She fought back the only way she could, pinned as she was. Mommy was frenziedly smacking her pelvis against Daddy's and clawing bloody red streaks down his hairy back. I silently cheered her on.
Mommy could barely breathe, but she managed to yell, ”SHIT! SHIT! SHIT!” ear splittingly loud in a panting wounded animal voice.
Daddy grunted exactly the same way he grunted when he was taking a shit. I guess that's why the tyrant stopped hurting Mommy, he suddenly had to shit. Daddy released Mommy, rolled off her, and laid there on the bed, panting like a hot dog.
Mommy was lying on her belly. Her butt was pretty. She cut a wet fart that made Daddy giggle.
“You put it there,” she said.
I figured the excitement was over and was about to silently slither away when Daddy reached down and began to peel the skin from his huge wiener. I watched in rapt horror as he half slid, half unrolled a tubular sheath of skin from the base of his huge wiener up to the tip and thence off it entirely. Daddy’s wiener was much smaller without the flayed skin, which, dangling from his huge hand was almost clear enough to see through. The blood that trickled into the Brillo™ pad of Daddy's iron-grey pubic hair was white as pearl. There wasn't red meat underneath where the wiener skin had been, but rather a new layer of skin, like a snake.
Perhaps Daddy had an endless number of dicks, each smaller than the one it hid inside, like the dolls Mommy kept on the shelf in the kitchen, each of which had a series of smaller dolls hidden inside them.
My snake-dicked daddy arose from the bed and stomped to the master bath. I choked back the bile erupting up my throat as I watched Daddy throw the skin he had just ripped off his wiener into the toilet and piss all over it before flushing it down to Hell.
I had to flee the horrible spectacle for fear I might vomit thus alerting my parents to my lurking presence in the ducts. As I silently scurried away through the ventilation shaft, I resolved to learn all I could of my monstrous Daddy's mysterious powers so that I might steal them for mine own.
A few days after I watched Daddy flay his own penis with his bare hands, I had the house to myself for several hours and decided to use the opportunity to return to the scene of the crime and snoop around for clues.
I flushed the toilet I had watched Daddy flush his penile skin down and watched the water swirl down the hole to Hell.
I sploshed on the waterbed Daddy had hurt Mommy on and wondered where I would hide if I was a secret.
In the top drawer of the nightstand was a huge cut off penis with veins as big as fishing worms crawling all over it and a suction cup on the bottom.
I immediately knew the penis in the nightstand was my Mommy's even though it had turned black and gotten rubbery from mummification. It smelled like her or something. And it explained the time the toilet was full of blood after Mommy was in the bathroom.