Disclaimer: The Loud House and associated characters belong to Nickelodeon and Chris Savino.

Thepervertedeye1: Lola, of course! Not only was she promised the role, but she's the most eager to become a movie star.

phil34metro: Thank you very much!

nuuo: Thank you! I thought about adding some mental comparisons for Lincoln. However, I didn't believe that's what he would be thinking about in the heat of passion.

Troniumy: I appreciate the kind remarks. Yes, I do. However, BDSM, electro-stimulation, anal transfer, catheters, and others will emerge as sisters get introduced to the family business. The emphasis will also be on the scripts they enact on camera, not simply the fetishes. Be patient. We have to get through the foundation before anything further can develop.

Pandora's Box

By LolaPresents

Chapter 10

Since discovering Lincoln's pubescent obsession with porn, the family matriarch dramatically changed, or perhaps she had always been a latent deviant. Regardless, Rita had become consumed by the idea of having sex with her children, encouraging them to have sex with each other, and posting videos for others to see.

Rita spent every moment of every day fantasizing about indulging in her sick desires, even if it meant corrupting her children. While she still loved them dearly and only wanted the best for them, her perception of what was best had gotten distorted by the illegal and often vile videos that she now regularly watched while masturbating.

For the mother of eleven, there was no post-coital clarity. The moment she fucked Lincoln in the basement, during a moment of vulnerability, a whole new world opened up to her. And, together with having had oral sex with Lola, the novel idea that children could understand, have, and enjoy sex fermented inside her brain.

Rita was horny after numerous visions played through her mind as her husband slept soundly beside her, and now, more than anything, she needed to get some release. Quietly sighing, she slipped from the covers, retrieved a dildo from the back of her lowermost dresser drawer, and covertly made her way up to the bathroom.

After arriving, Rita locked the door, turned on the exhaust fan, and started the shower. Not planning on bathing immediately, she left the hot water off. Once she'd stripped, the middle-aged woman sat on the little bathroom carpet, leaned against the wall, and propped her legs up before rubbing her clit with the dildo.

After returning to her sordid thoughts, Rita's body didn't take long to react. And soon, Rita's vaginal canal produced a torrent of lubricant that oozed onto the little rug under her. Panting to alternating thoughts of having sex with Lincoln, Luan, Lisa, or Lola, Rita soon became overwhelmed with raw desire and unceremoniously shoved the dildo inside her.

Rita had become so overcome with desire and lust she furiously fucked her moist hole, her mouth hanging open, allowing strands of spittle to drip precariously from her lips. As she knelt, leaning against the wall, it wasn't long before her free hand joined in her bout with sexual indulgence. The deranged woman had lost all sense of self upon feeling how wet and loose she was.

And, when Rita's fingers slipped over her urethra, she began mindlessly prodding at it. Before realizing what had happened, she found her middle finger two knuckles deep in her pisser. Frantically, she pulled it out, fearful of having harmed herself. However, when she saw nothing wrong with herself, her deluded mind concocted another lurid idea.

She reached over and fumbled on the bathroom sink with her free hand until she found a toothbrush. Not caring who it belonged to, Rita guided it between her legs with lusting fervor and shoved it into her piss hole, hard and deep. Rolling her eyes upward and beyond her lids, she repeated the exaggerated abuse of her vagina on her urethra.

It was an entirely different experience than vaginal stimulation but an enjoyable one. It stung slightly, but the feeling of having her urethra repeatedly and forcibly stretched was unlike anything Rita had ever experienced. When she finally came, it hit her like Niagara Falls. But she wasn't ready to stop.

She stood precariously, leaving the toothbrush in her pisser up to the bristles, her legs shaking, almost giving out from the arousal as she collected her dildo. Then, using the suction cup attached to the base, she affixed it to the toilet seat before straddling it. Spreading her cheeks, she winced as she slowly lowered herself onto it, slipping it into her wet, slick asshole as she steadied herself against the wall and the end of the tub.

With her eyes tightly shut and a look of pain, Rita moved up and down on the soft yet firm instrument as she destroyed her rectum. Like her urethral experience, it hurt yet felt equally impressive, and she couldn't stop, even after coming for a third time. Up and down, gyrating her hips as her insides loosed, Rita reveled in her depravity while thinking of her making them do the same thing on camera.

Finally, when her legs had become nearly too weak to support her, she removed herself from the dildo and stood momentarily, regaining her breath. Something felt off, however, and when she turned to reclaim the dildo, she noticed why. Her toy was no longer pink but brown, covered in a layer of her waste. Removing it, she brought it to her face, recalling the numerous scat videos she'd masturbated to, and sniffed it.

Something had affected her perception, whether it was her latent perverseness or her arousal, and Rita savored the newfound scent. Then, inexplicably, she closed her eyes and began sucking on the filthy dildo. What Rita's taste buds got treated to at that moment was not what she expected, and she finally understood why scat porn was ever a thing.

As someone with medical training, she knew the contents were primarily benign and likely to produce a bland taste. However, all the fat and sugar in her diet proved too much for her body to digest fully, drastically affecting her waste composition. But all Rita at that moment was how utterly delicious it was as she scraped it against her teeth and pulled her tongue along the length of the dildo as she cleaned it.

Rita moved her free hand between her legs in her feverishly deluded state. She then began smearing what was left behind forward onto her pussy, clit, and pubic mound, eagerly spreading it as thin as possible, over as much skin as its mass would allow. Finally, once the taste began to wane, Rita stopped what she was doing and looked at her hand, licking it clean before adjusting the hot water and taking her shower.

As the depleted and satisfied woman bathed and thoroughly cleaned herself, her mind began to wander. Over the weekend, Lincoln had secured Lisa's cooperation and, hopefully, Luan's. However, she wouldn't know until the following day. However, being Wednesday, everyone but Lola would return to school, and she wasn't sure she'd get to talk with Lincoln before he came home.

After drying off, putting on her panties, and donning her nighty, she returned to her bedroom, making a mental note to send her children a group message before they arrived home from school. There were risks in sending a text message like that, but she saw no alternative to contacting them without someone eavesdropping. Finally, the exhausted mother of eleven settled into bed and fell fast asleep, the toothbrush still inside her.

Had someone passed by the overly populated home on Franklin Avenue that Wednesday morning and peered in the windows, they would've been no wiser to what was developing amongst its members than before. Morning came and went as usual, and everyone played their part. Lynn prepared breakfast while Rita helped get everyone ready for school. Soon, all but Rita and Lola remained.

While Rita began cleaning and starting her daily chores, Lola headed upstairs to begin her home study workbook. It was as if a regular day from a previous life had somehow returned from the past. However, it didn't stay that way long. An hour and a half later, after Rita loaded the washer for the final time and leaned against it, the machine's vibrations sent her into a tizzy.

Moaning aloud as she pressed the embedded toothbrush against the corner of the washer, Rita built until she could no longer contain herself. With a measure of haste, she stepped away from the machine, went upstairs, and made her way to the twin's room, where she stood predatorily in the doorway, staring at her seven-year-old daughter.

"Hi, princess..." she announced, her voice dripping with honey as she leaned against the frame, her arms loosely folded. "How are your studies going?"

Lola was too engrossed in her studies to notice her mother's approach and nearly jumped out of her skin when addressed. "Oh! Geez!" she barked as she flinched, accidentally sending her pencil flying.

"It's going good," she finally replied after calming down. "Oh, who am I kidding? Thinking about making movies, I can't seem to get anything done."

Rita beamed at Lola, sauntered over, and squatted beside her. "It's okay, princess," she declared, brushing a strand of hair from Lola's face. "You have all day to do that. Why don't you take a break," she suggested.

Lola ushered a sigh of relief and leaned back in her chair as she studied her mother, who rested on her heels beside her. With her legs folded in front of her, Rita's gown parted, giving Lola a good view of her. Realizing her mother wore nothing underneath her gown, her eyes moved to her bare crotch, and suddenly, the little girl began tingling.

"Mom?" Lola tentatively asked. "I couldn't help but notice you occasionally pressing your hand against your coochie this morning. Does it hurt?"

Rita chuckled as she stood. "No, princess," she purred, drawing her gown out of the way before placing one foot on Lola's desk. "See for yourself."

Lola adjusted her seating, leaned in, and peered between her mother's legs. Her pulse quickened, and the tingling between her thighs began to build. She'd remember the videos clearly, but this was the first time she'd ever seen a mature pussy, up close and in the flesh. Of course, she'd seen Lana's, but hers didn't look like their mother's.

"Mom..." sighed Lola as she gazed past her mother's ample tits into her eyes. "It's beautiful," she offered before returning to the awe-inspiring view below. "And it smells wonderful," Lola said after catching a whiff of her mother's musk. "But..." she retracted, her eyes narrowing. "What's that sticking out of your cunt?"

Rita couldn't help but stifle more laughter. "It's a toothbrush," she informed her puzzled daughter. "But, it's not in my vagina, princess. It's in my pee hole."

"What?" gasped Lola in astonishment, despite recalling several scenes of similar nature from the videos. "Doesn't that hurt?"

"No. Not at all, princess," Rita reassured her, reaching down and pumping it in and out a few times, sending urine seeping down her legs. "It feels amazing!" she declared. "So full... like you have to pee but can't."

"Mom!" Lola suddenly barked, sitting back up, her eyes wide as she stared at her mother. "You might want to stop. You're leaking all over the place!"

"Oh, but baby..." Rita countered, seductively rubbing one hand up her thigh to catch the golden fluid before sucking on her fingers as she moaned in delight. "It's only piss. Hot, tasty, sexy piss."

Lola's eyes flickered between her mother's actions and her exposed pussy. She had almost forgotten what happened between them a few mornings before, when her mother had oral sex with her, goading her into pissing into her mother's mouth. And, something stirred inside Lola that was neither pleasant nor appropriate, and it ignited her desire.

"Mom?" Lola quietly inquired. The sights, scents, and sounds of her mother's delirium had overwhelmed the girl. Dormant neurons fired and began to extinguish ones already active. "C-can I... try..." she tenderly asked, already beginning to lean in.

"Of course!" chirped Rita, delighted with herself as she quickly pulled the brush free and removed her leg from the desk. She then nodded toward the bed, one hand held firmly against her leaking hole. "Go lay on the bed, baby," she instructed.

Lola stood and rushed over to her bed, laying down with her arms by her side, innately understanding what her mother had in mind. A few days ago, the mere thought of drinking pee would've made her face go green before she vomited into the nearest waste bin. However, recent activities had already begun to change the prissy girl. And she stared, with wonder and excitement, as her mother mounted her bed and straddled her face.

Rita gazed lovingly and lustfully at Lola's head between her legs as the little girl's hands rose and palmed her butt, guiding her to the right spot. Once secured and Lola had a firm suction on her hole, Rita released the morning's piss into the writhing girl's mouth. Not once did she restrain her flow, forcing Lola to swallow with fervor. While she expected some resistance, or an attempt to throw up or flee, Lola took it all.

"Mommy!" declared Lola as she sat up once Rita stood and moved off her. "That was the most delicious thing I've ever had!" she announced, licking her lips for more before her brows furrowed sternly. "I don't understand. You and Dad always taught us it was nasty."

"I'm sorry, honey," apologized Lola's perverted mother. "Honestly, I don't know how that idea started," she admitted. "But!" she interrupted herself, preparing to leave. "I have chores, and you have homework. But I'll return later to teach you a more advanced lesson."

"I can hardly wait!" chirped Lola as she left the bed, reached between her legs, and dribbled a little into her cupped hand before slapping it to her mouth.

After lunch, Rita sat on her bed, entirely nude, with her legs propped up. Her hand now worked furiously, holding two toothbrushes spooned together. Having had one in her all night, she had woken to find she'd adjusted to the object and needed more. Finally, after working herself into such a frenzy that her mouth contorted as if in pain, she came explosively onto her sheets. Sighed with exhaustion, Rita pushed the instruments inside her, exposing only the bristles.

Then, with one long, satisfied breath, she reached for her phone and started a group text with Lincoln, Luan, Lola, and Lisa. It was time to put the plan she'd envisioned for several days into action. Of course, she had to be discreet, even using text, due to the possibility of onlookers. However, she trusted her kids to know when and where to answer the read the message. After all, phones weren't allowed in class.

"Hey, kids," she began. "Lola and I will be in the garage loft when you get home today. Make your way there, one at a time, and please, use different doors to avoid suspicion."

The high school bus arrived first, dropping Leni, Luna, and Luan off. And, using a box of old family tapes, Luan excused herself to store it with the growing collection. Lynn and Lincoln arrived next, and Lincoln had no issue steeling himself away as Lynn immediately went upstairs to practice boxing. Finally, Lucy, Lana, and Lisa stepped into the house. The youngest went to her room first, then slipped from the home once she fell into obscurity, as was the norm unless she needed them for something.

"Good, you're all here," Rita observed, now fully dressed. "Lisa, status report?"

"I am pleased to announce that the server is up and running," she offered.

"And, about security?" their mother prompted with intent interest.

"There is no domain name attached," she explained. "It merely responds to an I.P. address, which changes according to a complex algorithm," she explained. "Additionally, unless the user registers with us, all they'll see is a family-friendly website. Otherwise..."

"Then how do people register, dummy?" asked Luan, frowning.

"Ah, my dear sister," teased Lisa. "I used a custom A.I. to scour various internet databases. Collating information on all the sexual deviants and government agents, I created a list of emails to send invitations to and who to block. Upon accepting the invitation, they receive a link to download a custom browser that syncs with the I.P. change algorithm, allowing them to see the site. This stand-alone application also searches the user's computer for signs of snooping. If any reason for alarm arises, they are blocked, and that address will no longer get used."

"Very good, Lisa," approved Rita, who understood little of what her daughter said. "It sounds like you've thought of everything."

"Not quite," muttered Lincoln as he jacked off before his sisters and mother. "Where and when will we do this?" he asked. "It's too early to invite our other sisters, and the house is too crowded."

"Fret not, horny sibling," Lisa chuckled. "I put some thought into that as well," she announced, looking quite proud. "We shall be using the sub-basement in my bunker for our sexual encounters, which Todd has been renovating since the night Lincoln, well... fucked me. Using some of my grant money, I have fully stocked it with, shall we say, implements of pleasure."

"Okay..." muttered Lola. "That settles the where. But what about then when? We go to school during the day and sleep at night," she reminded Lisa. "How can we do this without raising our siblings' suspicions?"

"Again..." Lisa sighed, producing two small bottles from her pockets. "These," she said, holding out the blue pills, "are guaranteed to make one sleep through the night, undisturbed, while these," she added, holding out the pink ones, "will allow us to sleep far less. Mother," she prodded, handing over the blue pills, "crush these into everyone else's dinner and we won't have a problem," she concluded.

"Do we split the pink one among us, or do we get our own?" Rita implored.

"You'll each have your own once we get to the bunker later tonight," reassured Lisa. "Any questions?"

"Yeah," chirped Luan. "Well, not so much a question as a request. I will need some help moving my equipment out to the bunker."

"Todd already took care of that while we were pining away for each other while at school," informed Lisa, adjusting her glasses.

"You got that right!" quipped Lincoln, drooling over Lola. "I can't wait to get my dick wet."

"And I can't wait to drink more pee!" Lola gushed, beaming at her mother.

"Oh?" Luan piped up, raising a brow at her sister. Emboldened by Lola's candidness and not wanting to be outdone, Luan forgot her hesitation in revealing her secret. "You sound like me. Only I prefer my meals from the other hole."

"Fuck... me..." muttered Lincoln, only then realizing what he'd gotten himself into. "Hell yeah!" he chirped, offering Luan a high five, which got met by four female hands.

"Alright..." sighed Rita as she stood and headed for the ladder leading down from the loft. "You're all excused until later tonight. But, please, exit the same way you came in." Then, stopping halfway down, she gazed up at Lisa. "By the way, what did you name the site?"

"Pandora's Box," replied Lisa proudly.