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Oedipus and Jocasta - 2
by Oeddie (address withheld)

***

Sequel to Oedipus and Jocasta. Jocasta is punished by 
the gods for her incestuous lifestyle. (Fm, inc, mast, 
oral, anal, huml, fant)

***

Laius 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."

XXX

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.

XXX

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.


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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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