Disclaimer: The Loud House and associated characters belong to Nickelodeon and Chris Savino.
nuuo: The dirty parts are required to showcase how perverted Rita and Lincoln are and who their movies will cater to.
tylerdunkley82: Thanks for the kind words! Luan and the diary get addressed in this chapter.
marz-senpai: If you enjoy the dialog between Lincoln, Lola, and Lisa, get ready for a variation. In this chapter, Rita tackles Luan using an entirely different approach.
Troniumy: You misunderstood. I'm not afraid of fetishes. I was concerned that many wouldn't read the story if it included them. As for getting caught, that's where Lisa comes in. She's more intelligent than the rest.
Pandora's Box
Chapter 8
To any potential outside observer, it might have seemed that Rita had fallen apart in a matter of days. However, nothing could've been further from the truth. From the beginning, Rita had been the aggressor in her relationship with her husband. In contrast, Lynn played the passive role, sometimes too heavily.
If it weren't for Rita's libido, the Louds might have ended up with far fewer children. However, their children were the key to everything in Rita's life. She loved her children more than anything and would've done anything for them. Her propensity to cater to her kids put her in her current position.
With Lynn's declining interest in marital bliss since Lily was born and the recent discovery that Lincoln watched extremely perverted porn and had longings for his sisters, Rita found herself in a particularly vulnerable state. After she reviewed Lincoln's porn collection, she discovered her sexual desires got reaffirmed but twisted.
Rita's focus on her children merged with her desire for sexual satisfaction, and when Lincoln caught her in a moment of weakness, she headed down a path she never imagined. Had Rita gotten more time to think things through, she might've refused her son and avoided getting caught by Lola.
But by then, Rita was too far gone. Whether fate and circumstance had plotted against her or whether she'd always harbored latent perverted desires, none could say. Her resolve and morals had broken entirely during the flurry of abnormal activity.
Even then, kneeling before her daughter and performing degrading sexual acts upon her, Rita knew what she was doing was wrong. Only she didn't care. Something inside her had broken under the recent strain, and she could only think of self-indulgence.
The fight between her maternal instincts and her desire for forbidden flesh clashed endlessly within her, allowing something even darker to manifest. As the unconscious battle raged, something primal seeped through the cracks and seized Rita's conscious mind.
Standing, she picked Lola up under her arms, stood her daughter on the chair long enough to pull the girl's nightgown over her head, and set her on the table. Not even bothering to clear the table first, Rita laid Lola atop her empty plate, knocking the remainder of her drink onto its surface.
"Mom!" declared Lola, surprised by her mother's avarice and hunger. "What are you doing?" she demanded to know.
However, Lola's question got answered in deeds, not words, as her mother sat in the chair, pulled herself close, and, wrapping her arms around her daughter's legs, pulled the little girl back to her mouth, beginning another frenzied lashing with her mouth and tongue.
"Mmmm," purred Rita as she lapped and slurped at Lola's virgin flower. "You taste so good, baby!"
It felt good, too, and Lola closed her eyes under her mother's touch, reveling in the sensations that coursed throughout her young body.
"Oh, God..." muttered Lola, growing close to peaking, something she had only experienced at her hand when she last bathed. "Mommy, keep going..."
Soon, both mother and daughter came, and in the aftermath, Lola's legs dangled over her mother's shoulders while her mother rested her head on Lola's pubic mound. Exhausted and spent, they remained motionless for several moments.
When they recovered, Rita stood, straightened herself, and set Lola back on the floor.
"I love you so much, baby," Rita cooed, staring into her daughter's eyes. "And Lincoln does, too," she informed her. "But mommy had to stop, or she'd spoil things for Lincoln. That'll be our first video. How does that sound?"
"You mean it?" gasped Lola, her bright eyes lighting up with euphoria and anxiety. "You're really going to let him fuck me?"
"That's right, honey," purred her mother, smiling broadly and proudly. "Just think, soon, Lincoln will take your virginity from you and make you a star!"
"Dang it!" chirped Lola, fumbling with her enthusiasm. "I can hardly wait!"
"Alright, baby," sighed Rita, finally beginning to come down from her hormone-driven high. "Go do your homework. Mommy has chores to do."
"Okay!" chirped Lola as she bounded off through the house, entirely naked.
Rita had cleaned most of the house, washed the dishes, and started the laundry by noon while Lola tended to her homework and chores in the buff. With little else to do, the twisted woman made her daughter a healthy lunch and left it on the table for her with a tall glass of apple juice.
"Honey?" chirped Rita as she poked her head into her daughter's room to find her sitting in her chair with her feet propped up against her desk, idly massaging her clit. "I made lunch for you, but I still have a few things to do. Can you take care of yourself?"
Lola rolled her head to stare at her mother, blissfully unaware of her presence until she spoke.
"Yes, ma'am," the young girl responded politely, never stopping what she was doing.
Rita smiled and nodded, then closed the door before heading toward Luna's and Luna's room. Finding Luan's diary posed more of a problem than she thought. As their mother, Rita knew most of her children's hiding places, but they became more crafty as they aged.
After finding nothing under her mattress, bed, or dresser, Rita stood and thought about where her clever and jovial daughter might hide a notebook-sized journal. It wouldn't be someplace conspicuous. Or would it? Maybe Luan had outsmarted everyone by hiding it in plain sight.
After carefully searching her desk and dresser drawers, she checked the ceiling light fixture, the closet shelf, and inside Luna's drums. Growing frustrated, she sat in the chair by Luan's vanity, where she applied her clown makeup.
Noticing her joke book, she picked it up and began leafing through it. Bingo. She'd found the elusive journal. Of course, Luan would hide it in the one place nobody would think, or dare, to look, her joke book. Everyone avoided her jokes anyway.
Flipping to a random page, she began reading.
"Hi! It's me again!" the page started. "Benny said yes, and we're going to the play together! I can hardly wait."
Flipping forward, Rita read another passage, not knowing how much time had passed between entries.
"Guess what? Chicken butt!" it read. "No, seriously. I have a chicken butt. It's so flat I'm embarrassed by it. I know Benny doesn't mind, but he still hasn't moved beyond kissing me. I think something's wrong with me."
Turning a few pages more, Rita continued imposing on her daughter's privacy.
"Things are starting to get on my nerves," Luan wrote, skipping an introduction. "I 'm constantly horny, but I don't think Benny would like the things I like."
"Oh, ho!" murmured Rita. "Now things are getting interesting!"
"I haven't discussed this with anyone! Not even my sisters," she read. "But, I know I can trust you. You're just paper. The thing is, I love getting fisted. Either hole works. Sometimes, I'll do it while taking a shower to clean up immediately after, in case I'm dirty. I know it's weird and gross, but it feels so good. Benny doesn't think he's ready for sex, but I am, and it's causing a lot of stress. I don't know how long I can wait or if I'm willing. There has to be someone out there better for me."
Rita nearly had everything she needed, but not quite. Something was still missing, so she flipped to the last entry and continued.
"Benny finally came around," the words relayed, provoking Rita's interest. "We haven't done it yet, but one thing is clear. He's too traditional. All he wants is basic sex. That's boring! Him on top, me on top, vaginal only. Who wants that? I don't know," Luan's thoughts played out. "We'll see what happens Friday evening when I hang out with him. I may have to live with not being entirely fulfilled the rest of my life."
Rita grinned, closed the book, and took it with her as she left the room. Everything was coming together nicely for her and Lincoln and their little sex cult. Luan was horny, perverted, and in doubt. What else could be better to use as leverage?
After stashing the diary in her purse, Rita went about the remaining few hours before her children came home to finish the laundry and watch some television. Near three o'clock, Rita insisted that Lola get dressed and play dumb until another time.
At three fifteen, the children began filing into the house, ready to avoid chores and homework at all costs—all except Lisa, who complained about the other's horrible study habits and sense of responsibility. Catching Luan before she bounded upstairs, Rita grabbed her purse.
"Luan, honey?" Rita called, placing her hand on her daughter's shoulder. "I need to run into town and would like you to come along."
"Of course, Mom," chirped Luan as she dropped her bookbag in the foyer. "I'm ready if you are."
A few moments later, mother and daughter headed into town in Vanzilla. Both remained quiet until Luan's interest got the better of her. They had already passed the outlet mall, where her mother could occasionally take extra loads of laundry to wash in bulk, the post office, and the grocers.
"Where are we going, anyway?" inquired the confused teen.
"Oh, I don't know..." sighed her mother wistfully. "It's been a while since we've spent any time together. We might go to the steak house and catch up before we do anything else."
"Sounds good to me!" exclaimed Luan, excited about not having to fight for seconds.
A few moments later, Rita pulled into Waylon's Steakhouse and parked the van. After escorting her daughter inside, she requested an isolated booth. Acknowledging her request, the waiter led them to the most remote booth possible and asked if the location suited them.
"This will do nicely," thanked Rita as she took her seat in the rounded bench seat, the broad, red tablecloth obscuring her below the torso. "Come on, baby," purred Rita, patting the spot next to her. "Have a seat. I don't bite."
Luan had no idea what she might have done to deserve the outing, but she wasn't about to refuse a lavish meal. Sliding into the booth, coming to rest beside her mother, Luan picked up the menu and began browsing it while making idle conversation. Rita followed suit, and soon, the waiter returned to take their order.
"I'll have the filet mignon, well done, with a Ceasar salad with ranch dressing, please," she informed the man. "And... sweet iced tea."
"And you, miss?" prompted the waiter when he finished taking Rita's order.
"I think I'll have the pork chops and a stuffed potato, please," Luan chirped, happy as a lark.
"And to drink?" asked the waiter.
"Oh!" gasped Luan, lost in thought. "A coke will be fine."
"Very good," replied the waiter before nodding and walking off.
"So?" murmured Luan, folding the menu and placing it back in its holder in the center of the table. "What did you want to catch up on?"
"Benny," responded Rita, smiling. "How are you two doing?"
"Uh..." stammered Luan, wholly unprepared for that topic. "Fine? I guess. Why do you ask?"
"Oh..." sighed Rita in a surprisingly motherly way. "I was a teenage girl once, and I remember what it was like, filled with hormones and angst."
"Mom!" gasped Luan, sinking in her seat and turning a deep shade of red.
"It's okay, baby," reassured her mother as she double-checked for any passersby. "You can talk to me. I'm your mother, and I'd rather you be prepared than not be."
"Prepared?" muttered Luan, wanting nothing more than to leave the establishment.
"You know," prodded Rita suggestively, wiggling her brow. "Condoms, birth control, that sort of thing."
"Dang it," sighed Luan, letting her head fall before palming her face. "I was hoping you meant something else."
"Honey," Rita cooed, putting one hand on Luan's bare leg. "Sex isn't anything to be ashamed over. Everyone does it, especially those your age. I only want to make sure you're safe."
"Mom!" pleaded Luan emphatically. "I don't even know we're going to have sex!"
Rita folded her arms and stared intently at her daughter.
"Well, why not?" she inquired. "Benny's a good-looking young man."
"It's not that..." muttered Luan, slowly getting comfortable talking to her mother. "He's just..." she mumbled. "I don't know..."
"Well, then it's all the more important to start you on birth control," reinforced the perverted woman. "It's one thing to have casual sex with someone and quite another to get stuck with a baby from someone who won't work out in the long run," she informed her daughter, knowing full well what she was doing.
"How did you know?" Luan stuttered, struggling to get the unconscious acknowledgment out. "I mean..."
"Let's just say that a little piece of paper told me," Rita admitted, rifling through her purse, finally procuring the journal and laying it on the table.
"Oh, my God! Mom!" cried Luan, snatching the disguised book up. "You invaded my privacy?"
"Sweetheart," cooed Rita, trying to calm the girl. "It's my job as the mother of eleven to know what's going on in their lives and keep them safe. Please, forgive me. But I think I can help you find someone better suited for you. Somebody more in tune with your particular interests," she replied, cocking one brow as she stared directly into Luan's eyes.
"Right, like a forty-year-old woman can help with that," complained Luan, highly embarrassed. "It's not precisely dating conversation. 'Oh, hi. You're cute. Do you want to stick your hand up my butt?'"
"That's not what I meant," Rita answered through a hearty chuckle. "I'm saying I already know someone who is the perfect match for you."
"What?" gasped Luan incredulously, resting her elbows on the table with cautious interest. "Who? And how do you know them?"
Luan might have judged her mother unfairly based on her age alone. After all, she was a dentist. Who knows what they might say while gassed? If not under her care, then certainly another dentist. They talk. Right? Either way, it didn't matter. If her mother knew someone, Luan had to know.
Rita had her daughter almost where she wanted her. Luan displayed curiosity and interest. However, she lacked an essential ingredient to make her plan viable, desperation. Of course, Rita had that covered and, with her next utterance, played her hand.
"Mmmm," hummed Rita, pursing her lips, appearing to reconsider. "I don't know," she responded to Luan's queries. "I'm not sure you're ready for the truth."
"What?!" gasped Luan incredulously after her mother had spent all that time building up to a grand reveal. "I'm up to it!" she declared. "Please?" she begged, "I'd do anything!"
Still feigning hesitation, Rita furrowed her brows as she stared intently at her daughter. Begging wasn't enough. Luan had to honestly want to know and commit to whatever she got told. Rita needed to keep working on her daughter's emotions and needs.
"You're not ready," Rita told Luan. "You'll only think it strange and disgusting. It's a real shame, too," she added deviously. "He's cute, is in love with you, and likes the same things you like, sexually speaking."
"No, I won't!" Luan pleaded emphatically. "Mom!" she muttered forcefully in the isolation of their booth. "I'm already strange and disgusting! How much worse can it get?"
Sighing, Rita leaned in, her hand still on her daughter's leg. Only, during their discussion, it had moved toward Luan's waist and was warmly snuggled into the crease where her leg met her crotch.
"If I tell you," Rita whispered seductively in Luan's ear as she covertly stashed the diary back into her purse, "you have to promise me that you'll keep it between us and not freak out."
"I..." muttered Luan, teetering on the edge of insanity and revelation. "I promise."
"Good," whispered the teen's mother. "Now remember, I still have your diary. It'd be a shame if your secrets got out."
"My secrets?" Luan quietly repeated as she looked in horror for her journal. "Mom..." she muttered in confusion. "Why would I say something? What's going on here? Who is it?"
"Just remember your promise," purred Rita. "It's Lincoln, honey. He's in love with you and wants to fuck the hell out of you, including your ass."
Luan's eyes widened, and her face reddened, yet she remained motionless.
"Mom, I..." stammered Luan. "He's my brother and..."
At that moment, Rita reached her pinky over and brushed it against Luan's stiffened clit, eliciting a quiet eep from the confused teenager.
"And what?" Rita cooed. "I just touched you and made you feel good. It'll be no different with him. Honey, in the end, it's all the same. Just imagine you and him together in bed, his fist pounding at your insides, kissing you passionately..."
"But, Mom, I..." stuttered Luan before falling silent, looking instead peaked.
Rita pulled away and prepared to accept their meal from the approaching waiter.
"It's either that or a never-ending search on the internet," she reminded her. "Endlessly swiping people in the trash because they don't meet your high standards."
"Your orders, ladies," the man announced as he began placing their meals in front of them.
"Thank you so much!" Rita chirped as if nothing had happened. "It looks wonderful!"
With a smile and a bow, the man walked off to tend to other customers, leaving Rita alone with her confused yet excited daughter. Nothing else needed saying at the moment. Time, hormones, and the knowledge Luan now had of her brother would do the rest.
The two ate in relative silence, only addressing each other when one needed something. But roughly halfway through the meal, Luan finally broke the solitude.
"You don't have errands to run, do you?" she muttered.
"That depends on you, dear," purred her mother as she ate with satisfaction. "Should you accept, you'll get your birth control. If not, good luck raising a child as a single mother."
"Fine..." spat Luan, conceding to her mother's logic. "I'll talk to Lincoln about this tonight."