6 comments/ 109653 views/ 11 favorites A Can of Worms By: JackSeeksJill My friend Harry rang out of the blue one evening and asked if I'd like some tennis that night. Despite already having had a couple of pints after work I agreed; buying a pair of trainers on Oxford Street before bicycling to Euston and catching the train to Milton Keynes. On the court at 9 at his local club we had a good couple of sets in which he only narrowly beat me. We had a quick drink afterwards before picking his wife Babs up who'd been out drinking with some other mothers. She was in unusually good form and I couldn't help but notice displaying a lot more cleavage than normal. Wearing a white shirt buttoned only low she had a pretty necklace that danced enticingly about her small breasts. As always she was pestering me on my love life, enjoying vicariously the ups and downs, the ins and outs. "Why not?" I thought to myself and so told her about my latest episode with a submissive I'd met online. Not that I needed much encouragement but she got every last detail out of me about this highly successful lawyer and mother of 5 who got her kicks from being dominated. I was somewhat of a novice in this regard though of course I enjoyed putting her over my knee and administering a spanking. We didn't quite have a meeting of minds though and despite her being happy to have sex and blowing me as directed, the practice was not quite as good as imagined. Perhaps the boundaries weren't sufficiently clear so rather than it becoming an on-going affair it became just another half-amusing story, Babs seemed to like it anyway. I stayed the night with them as was my habit and Babs went to bed ahead of Harry and I who stayed up with a whisky or two. Their children woke me up in the morning before Harry left early for work, Babs dropping him off at the station. Meanwhile I was unwittingly dragged into a room to meet their new au-pair, of course it turned out to be her bedroom and she was only half dressed. Wearing just a loose fitting t-shirt she looked stunning with her ruffled blond hair and make-up from the night before. A typical French waif it was her accent and shy and embarrassed smile that really completed the sexy picture. I too was only in a towel and was in danger of losing that but thankfully managed to get myself into the bathroom before shocking either her or the children. Just as I was settling into the bath Babs walked in (I don't like locking doors) cool as you like and sat on the edge of the bath. "I liked your story last night Jack" she said placing her finger on my lips before I could say anything. "I couldn't sleep for thinking about it and I stroked myself to a quite delicious orgasm. Thank you." She then bent to kiss me and for the first time on the lips. Not a proper snog but there was no mistaking the meaning and the passion that lay behind it. I caught her wrist and pulled her down to her knees as I stood up in the bath. "Blow me slut!" "Jack I can't the children want their breakfast and I then I have to drop them off at school..." I slapped her full in the face. "I said blow me whore!" She liked her lips nervously as I pulled the back of her head toward me. My knob sprang up and hit her on the nose. "That's right open wide, there's a good girl." I'll never forget her beautiful eyes looking up at me acknowledging her submission. One cheek reddened she descended on me and set to with admirable enthusiasm. What a sight I saw in the mirror; Babs in her business suit on her knees, her blond head bopping up and down sucking my cock. Nonchalantly I toweled myself off all the while. For some reason I thought I'd hold off cumming, brushing her off as I got out of the bath. "Sorry was that not right, not how you like it master?" Hmm she's done this before I thought, this is working better; I like it! I brusquely told her to see to the children and my breakfast. I got dressed wondering why I was uncomfortable, was it loyalty to Harry? Sadly no. It was more wanting to be in control of the situation I decided, keeping her on her toes and wanting more. At breakfast she was as chatty as ever though also being a lot more tactile than usual, constantly brushing past me and touching fingers as she passed me things. She was also telling Therese all about naughty Jack and his adventures. It was clear that already Babs and Therese were best of friends with perhaps Babs playing the older sister or even mother figure to the young French girl. I went with Babs and the children to their school leaving the lovely Therese behind. It was quite fun being the only man there amongst all those yummy mummies and particularly pretty teachers to whom Babs kept introducing me. I enjoyed the occasion perfectly relaxed knowing that we'd finally be alone soon. Sure enough back in the car she was saying how much she enjoyed having me to stay, asking if there was "anything else I could have done to make you feel at home - Master?" "Just drive me to the station you cheating cunt. No better still drive me home." "But I've got this really important meeting I can't miss." I looked across at her and somewhat to my surprise saw that she was holding back the tears at this. I relented and settled for the station. I quizzed her about her unfaithfulness and whether she'd cheated on Harry before. She went quiet. I reached over, felt inside her jacket and harshly twisted her nipple inside her silk blouse. "Go on tell me all you fucking slut!" And boy! Did she have a story! Bear in mind that Babs has always been very conservative and ultra respectable. Her frightening mother owns half of Cornwall and she and her sisters had all married well. So I was more than a little surprised when she said in no more than a whisper that "There's not been another man since Daddy died." It turns out that her father had been having sex with all 3 of his daughters since their teens, mostly all together. He at least waited till their 18th birthdays before Caroline (Babs' mother) would introduce them to their family games. Clearly this has had a major effect on Babs but what I was most curious and turned on about was the irreproachable Caroline, famed for both her charity and well, her frigidity. No sweet old granny she but an austere and powerful lady, elegant for sure but oh so cold. Still pining for her husband who'd died 6 years previously, she kept her daughters close for comfort. Who knew that it was for sex?! Yes Babs and her sisters continued to sleep with their mother (and each other) as often as they could. On a hunch I asked if she'd slept with Therese. "Not yet" was the answer. That was the reason she'd said not another man. There'd been women. She had slept with 3 of the mothers and 2 of the teachers I'd met that morning! No wonder there seemed to be a bit of nudging and winking going on earlier. Then there was the tennis club too and 'her regular four'. And Harry knew nothing of all this. How could he not since this was clearly such an important part of her life? Neither did he dominate her as she so clearly craved. What had I unlocked with my story? A can of worms that seemed endless. A fair bit for me to digest I hope you'll agree. This was turning me on incredibly. "Pull over" "Yes master" "Proceed" She understood, unzipped me, tucked her hair behind her ear, licked her lips and locked onto my cock. As she twisted in her awkward position in the driving seat I could see her stockinged legs rub against each other. I brought my hand down to spank her hard and when she jumped up in surprise I jammed her head back down so that she was all but choking on my length. "Hmgth! Uurgh! Mmmh! Aargh!" She moaned as I repeated the dose. "Touch yourself, bring yourself off you whore!" She didn't need any encouragement hitching her skirt up to reveal her stockings and suspenders but no knickers. She plunged her fingers in her sopping cunt in rhythm with her mouth and throat going up and down on me. Best of all in her contortions though was her demurely holding her hair back and looking up adoringly at me. I exploded all too soon in her mouth and this seemed to bring her off at the same time. Needless to say she didn't spill a drop and made sure that I was clean too licking me all over before licking her lips in that way of hers that suggested she'd naughtily finished the last of mother's apple pie not the last of my cum. Maybe the difference wasn't that great though knowing what I know now. "You know now that I'm your whore, master" she whispered, "Yours to do what you want with. I'm your slave, master. Master... I love you" "Pull your skirt down you common tart and get me to the station." Still I wasn't giving her anything, except for my cum that did seem to satisfy her I suppose. Normally I'm a very loving partner but clearly this wasn't the way with Babs and by instinct I remained aloof. It was raining at the station and with a curt thank-you hurried inside. I didn't have long to wait for my train but Babs suddenly appeared on the platform, rushing up to me. "Please, please tell me it's not over master. I'll do anything for you, anything." Oblivious to anyone else she was crying again. Inspiration came to me at last; quietly I told her that "You can be my slut but I won't fuck you till I've fucked each of your lovers: your mother, your sisters, the mothers, the teachers and your tennis friends. Got it?" Relief swept over her though not without some trepidation I saw as she hugged me. "Got it bitch?" She broke off the hug and more demurely whispered "Yes master". I told her to fuck off and as she left (Babs does have a stunning ass I was thinking) I caught sight of a girl staring at me sitting on a bench. She couldn't have heard much but it must have looked odd. I smiled at her full of confidence. The train arrived and by coincidence (?) she ended up diagonally opposite me across the aisle. She had on an electric pink skirt and settled down with her laptop. Initially using it as a mirror to apply her lipstick. Blatantly I stared at her performance primarily because she had the finest tits I'd ever seen. I had the perfect view since she was bending forward and I could see down her slightly revealing v-shaped top. Incredibly pert the swell of her full round left tit was perfection itself. Her hair hid her face from me initially but then she looked up and flashed me the sweetest of smiles. Holding her eyes I complimented her on her skirt that I thought so fabulous. "Why thank you, you don't look so bad either." Not strictly true since I was still wearing my suit from the night before and hadn't shaved but I didn't argue too much only explaining that I'd slept at a friend's. "Dirty stop-out?" She grinned. I tried to explain that I was just playing tennis with a friend but she didn't seem to be buying it. Babs, his wife, just dropped me off I went on. "Don't tell me you're not fucking her" she said, enjoying the other commuters listening in. "Not yet" I finally admitted with a wink. We soon settled into a relaxed but flirty chat. She had a great figure and as I say those tits were just unreal. Perhaps she wasn't the prettiest thing being objective about it but such was her style that I fell for her completely. Before we knew it we had arrived back at Euston. We went through the barriers together and I knew I couldn't let her go so I asked if her she wanted some breakfast. "Sure but not here the food's shit let's go to mine, I have a flat round the corner" Bingo! Off we went and sure enough we found her mansion block, complete with doorman and up we went in the lift. The easy conversation had dried up as the sexual tension rose between us. Nothing was said in that small lift surrounded in mirrors that gave me every opportunity to weigh up that incredible body. She let us in. "Hello anyone home?" No one. She got rid of her laptop and her tiny umbrella that I'd been sharing and pressed me up against the door as she tried to eat me alive. Two can play at that game so I pushed her forward ripping off her jacket and forcing her back onto the sofa. God! She was hot! We frantically wrestled desperately trying to tear each other's clothes off. She was insatiable her kisses a liquid fire. Her satin bra came off but her breasts stayed firm I wish you could see them, oh! they were beautiful! What is it with these girls? She wasn't wearing any knickers either! As soon as she had sprung me free she went down on me like a pro. Babs would have to learn a thing or two I thought. Ridiculously I still had on my open shirt and with this she dragged me through to the bedroom. "I want you now big boy! I want you to fuck me ragged" Nothing could hold me back, or so I thought. Just as I for the first time entered her sublime pussy the front door opened. "Honey darling is that you?" "Shit!" she whispered "through here" she called "but I'm with someone right now" It didn't stop her flat mate who barged in "Sorry I'm dying for a piss" she said as she disappeared into the bathroom, not I noticed closing the door. We covered ourselves up in some sheets while listening to the other woman piss. Under the covers she apologized saying that it was her mother's flat really. I couldn't believe it - "She's not your mother is she?" She certainly didn't look it from only the brief glimpse of her that I'd had; firstly she looked and dressed as young as Honey (I'd never learnt her name before) and secondly she was black. "Oh yes," Honey replied kissing me. Honey must have had a white father but now I did see the likelihood. Her mother finished, washed her hands and casually emerged. "You kids don't mind me, carry on I'll just be next door if you need me" "Thanks mom. Love you" said Honey as she dropped the sheet and straddled me. Well if they didn't mind I was too far gone and was only too happy to oblige. We worked up quite a sweat as we thrashed around and Honey screamed her head off as she neared her climax. We came together right on cue and slumped blissfully back down to the bed from our joint crescendo entwined in each other's arms and legs and our sudden peace. We kissed each other tenderly. "How do you do? I'm Grace, Honey's mother." "er... just fine thanks. I'm Jack. Thanks for the juice." "I thought you two might have worked up a thirst" she smirked as she put down a tray with two glasses of orange juice. "She's a beautiful girl my daughter isn't she? Like her mother wouldn't you say?" Now Grace as I've said already was quite a contrast but more so because she was quite a bit bigger too. Not fat, just Amazonian perhaps. She was dressed all in lycra for some reason and you could see all her beautiful curves so that I had no difficulty in saying that her daughter while beautiful was not a patch on her mother. That was clearly the right answer as she sat down on the bed to give me a slow lingering kiss. Honey didn't seem to mind as she had slipped down the bed to suck on my cock again. "I'll run us a bath" Grace said "and get out of this sweaty leotard" I grabbed Honey's hair and pulled her up to ask what was going on and she confessed that we were in her mother's bed and she knew full well that Grace was due back from gym at that time and she wanted us to be caught. "Aren't I a bad girl?" She pouted. "Ready!" Called Grace, so I strolled into the bathroom finding a huge tub filled with bubbles and Grace. "Come on in the water's lovely!" Naked I obliged sitting next to Grace in the round tub. We felt each other up in the hot water kissing passionately. Honey came in and knelt by the bath behind her mother. She got some soap and started to massage her back reaching around too to her mother's fabulous breasts. "She'll do anything we want you know" said Grace luxuriating under her daughter's ministrations. "Climb into the bath Honey, stand in the middle and grab your ankles" I said getting the hang of things by now. The beautiful Honey duly obliged revealing the most beautiful pussy nicely trimmed and the cutest of bottoms centred by a delightfully winking asshole. Grace happily lathered her up starting to finger her beautiful daughter. "Lick her out" I instructed. This surprised her as I seemed to be encroaching on her authority. "Go on Mom like you did at Christmas." So nothing new to her perhaps but I guessed normally it was the other way around and she wasn't pleased with Honey asking for it either. "Shut up Honey. This is nothing to do with you. Your mother is going to lick you out for my benefit alone. Mom's going to lick your lovely pussy, suck on your clit and rim your ass. Aren't you Grace?" Still she hesitated, resisting my challenge for just a moment more. I gently, gently pushed her head forward and there was no more argument as she bent to her task with gusto, grabbing her daughter's hips and pulling her close. Her tongue gave her daughter one hell of a lashing more literally than ever before and Honey was loving it, screaming again with all her power. I began to seriously work Grace's cunt with one hand while caressing her heavy breasts with the other. I swung my leg over now ready to take this magnificent specimen of womanhood. I nearly knocked Honey over in the process. I swung Grace round so she was kneeling and grabbing onto the edge of the bath presenting her fine black ass to me. Bang in I went fucking the shit out of that soppy cunt. I had Honey stand astride her mother facing me and fingering herself. I couldn't resist grabbing her though and tasting what her mother had so much enjoyed just before. Grace was moaning, Honey screaming and I was in heaven before I came deep inside the lovely Grace. I sunk back into the bath as did Grace who couldn't stop kissing me. I liked Grace. She lay on her back in the bath and I clambered on board whilst I got Honey to massage my back. This was fantastic. I loved suckling on Grace's tits. "That's my boy" she purred. "Yes mummy" I concurred. I liked that idea and once the water cooled we retreated back to the bed. Grace and I fell asleep in each other's arms while Honey kept busy alternating between my cock and her mother's pussy. >>>>> My first effort, so be kind with your comments! I'd love any feedback or suggestions; I think I've opened up a few possibilities for future installments if people are interested in what happens down in Cornwall! Needless to say all characters are fictitious and are not meant to resemble any living characters, just pure fantasy! A Can of Worms Ch. 02 Down to Cornwall I didn't sleep for long as the sun poured in through the windows. It can't have yet been midday but what a morning I'd had! And here was the splendid Grace asleep in my arms, her legs wrapped around me and my cock just waking up and nudging her cunt once more. "Nice snooze darling?" Honey stood at the foot of the bed, naked as the day she was born. "Yeah baby but if anyone's my darling I'm afraid it's your Mum. How about you wake her up?" I said nodding with my head to make my meaning clear. She didn't seem disappointed but rather delighted as with a smile she crept up the bed and slowly lifted her mother's leg so that she now lay back with legs spread wide. Honey slowly slid her hands up Grace's thighs before lowering her head delicately to her mom's dark pussy. Her sweet tongue delved into her mother's folds, licking her labia till she found the clitoris. "Mmmm...Darling, that's beautiful" Now Honey got into a rhythm sucking, slurping and occasionally fingering her mother who was now thrashing wildly around on the bed. I sucked on Grace's tits as they bounced around in her ecstasy. Her daughter's tits were perfect with clothes on or not but if you had a real hunger then these older versions were luscious. Her nipples were now fully erect and protruding nearly an inch. They were as hard as nuts and I enjoyed nibbling on them, the odd bite drew screams of lust from Grace. The back of Honey's head bobbed away hard at work. I grabbed her hair just to see her face, now smeared with cum she looked a touch manic but still beautiful. She licked her lips suggestively and reading her mind I allowed her to go down on me. She swallowed me down into her throat pulling me closer in if she could by grabbing my ass. But the sight of Grace's by now open gash was hypnotic as she, in the absence of Honey, frantically fingered herself. I climbed into position and the welcome was insane. Her hot wet pussy sucked on me as she pulled me on top of her. "Fuck me sweetheart! Fuck me good! Argh...that's it hard, fuck me hard, harder!" Honey had made herself busy and was even now rimming my ass as I ploughed into her Mum. "Oh darling! You're making me cum so good! Fuck your mother, that's it fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Darling! Oh sweet Jesus!" Grace was in seventh heaven and was quite a sight as she screamed blue murder, clutching at me insanely. Likewise I didn't hold back as I went with the incest thing; "Oh mother! Mummy! You're so fucking sexy! How's it feel - your boy back in your box? Fucking the shit out of you. In your wet cunt. Fuck! Jesus! I'm going to cum. I'm cumming in you Mum, Mum...Oh Mummy!" We came together and collapsed once more in to each other's arms. Honey licked me clean and similarly licked out her mother, feasting on my cum. As I relaxed so I heard my mobile buzzing for a missed call. "Honey get my mobile for me will you?" "Yes Daddy" Interesting! It looks as if I'd found myself a ready made family, if a little confused! Guess who? It was Babs who whispered that she might have a plan for the weekend if I approved. She was sorry to have disturbed me and didn't mean to presume anything but had to call. "I love you. You're my master. I'm your slave." She ended. I rang her. "What's the plan Babs?" "Well I'm planning on going home this weekend and I thought you might like to come along. I know Mummy would love to see you." "Have you told her anything?" "Oh no! Not without your permission master. She's always liked you that's all." "You mean she fancies me?" "She always has. Ever since you stood up to her that first time she's always asked after you. She needs a man and she wants you." "I'll ring you back." Grace was sucking my dick all the while and had finally got some life out of it such was her superb technique. However I'd lost count of it the times I'd cum that morning and I wasn't interested for the moment. I was wondering what to do next. This morning had changed my life that much was sure. I got my new bitches to get dressed and prepare me lunch. They did a good job and I enjoyed a fine nicoise salad. Hell! It's Friday already - I hadn't realized! "Honey do you have a car?" "Of course Daddy a BMW convertible that goes like shit off a shovel no less" "You let your daughter swear Grace?" "I think not darling. What would you suggest by way of punishment?" I arranged Honey over her mother's lap and got her to pull her skirt up. Grace smacked her exposed bottom 6 times. Her daughter's bum glowed red under the punishment before she meekly pulled up her plain knickers and patted her skirt down. "Thanks Mummy. I'm sorry." "Right then you're driving me to Cornwall as my chauffeur. What have you got to wear?" We went to inspect her wardrobe and selected a tailored suit with a short skirt. She had quite an array of lingerie and I spent some time having her parade before me to decide on a selection. Eventually I decided on her sheerest black stockings and suspenders and some silk panties. No bra was necessary. She borrowed some leather gloves from her mother. A hat will have to wait till next time. She looked good. No, she looked fantastic. Grace was enjoying the dressing up too, a bit too much I thought for some reason. I asked if she had a cane. She did. "Fetch it then!" "Here you are darling." I slapped her hard. "Bend over the desk!" Both girls were bemused but neither dared question matters. "Honey you're going to beat your mother as hard as you can 6 times. Grace you shall count them out." This was clearly a role reversal for them and there was some hesitation but to give Honey her due she didn't hold back. "One." Grace managed not to scream, "Two...Three...Four...Aargh...Five...Aiiii...Six" She whimpered finally. Honey too was crying, not able to take her eyes off the welts slowly forming on her mother's black bottom. "Lick the tears from your mother's face slave. Good now lick her beautiful ass too." I checked the silent Grace and she smiled up at me, understanding that I was now in charge of all things. Master of both her daughter and her too. "Grace you're not coming with us. I have a job for you instead. You will seduce a friend of mine called Harry, I don't care how you do it but by the end of this weekend I want him to have fucked you in the ass." I gave her all Harry's details - he was staying behind I knew so that he was at least a sitting target for her. As far as I knew he'd never been unfaithful before but then he hadn't had the sensational Grace throw herself at him before either. We shall see... I rang Babs and let her know that I was on the way down (I didn't tell her about Honey). She was due there around about tea time, whilst we would probably arrive a touch later. I'd never heard her so excited before. I sat back and relaxed as Honey sped down the motorway. We stopped for petrol and I very much enjoyed her playing the chauffeur opening the door for me and so on. I did sit up front though as there was more room. We were quiet on the whole; the cricket was on the radio and I was quite content just to listen to England winning a test match for a change. I knew the way and we arrived in good time I had Honey drive round the back and told her to sit still till she was called. I couldn't resist though a quick fondle of those tits. Why not? They were mine do with how I wanted after all. I went in the back way and into the kitchen. I saw the remains of tea as I strolled through into the hall. "Hello?" "In here," they called in unison from the drawing-room. In I went and the two of them sitting next to each other on the sofa stood up. Babs came and kissed me but just demurely on the cheeks. Typically Caroline was not so effusive but I knew her well enough and so kissed her too. Babs poured me a whisky and we exchanged pleasantries about the trip and the lack of traffic, how kind of Caroline it was to have me to stay etc. Caroline knew plenty of my friends so we merrily chatted away with Babs filling in any lulls in the conversation with her usual enthusiasm. "There's just time to change for supper" said Caroline, "Where are your bags?" "My chauffeur has them." I said to their amazement. "Babs will you fetch her, I left her out the back? Thanks." "Since when did you have a chauffeur young man?" asked Caroline as Babs went off to fetch Honey. "I don't always, just I thought for this weekend I thought I'd travel in style so that I'd be totally relaxed. It's not a problem putting her up is it?" "No, of course not. I'll get the housekeeper to prepare the blue room for her. Good to see you doing so well." "And you Caroline how are you? Have you missed me?!" I asked ironically but leaning into her intimately and putting my hand on hers. "Well. I'm well, thanks." She answered for the first time a bit flustered with my close attention. "You're in your usual room. Supper's at 8." She said as she got up and tried to reclaim her composure. Babs joined us in the hall with Honey, both I thought a bit wary of each other. "Where are my bags Honey?" I asked her much to her bemusement. "I'm sorry Master I must have forgotten them." She replied, recovering well. It was great having someone else to blame! "Never mind you can borrow some of Daddy's clothes can't he Mama?" "Yes. Come through after your bath and I'll have picked something out for you." Off I went for my bath and sure enough, just I'd thought there was a knock at the door. "Come in bitch!" In came Babs clearly upset at my abuse and perhaps Honey's presence too. I mellowed and pulled her into my arms kissing her sweetly. Very strange how my old friend was now this helpless slave of mine. Still I wasn't complaining as I felt her fantastic body. I shoved her down onto her knees as I stripped. Like a magnet she flew to my cock covering it in kisses and then sucking it hungrily as it grew. A wicked idea came to me. So that despite her best efforts I managed to piss down her throat. In shock she fell back and I continued to piss all over her. "Open wide bitch!" She did catch some of it then and bravely swallowed it down. A fair amount too splashed in her eyes as I had given her a proper soaking. Silently crying as she was she nevertheless got back onto her knees to once more suck on my cock brightly looking up at me all the while in something close to adoration. I slapped her hard and told her to lick it up so obediently she turned round on all fours and began to lick up my piss. Her ass was thus presented to me beautifully. I grabbed some Johnson's baby oil that was happily to hand and leisurely oiled myself up as Babs methodically licked the floor clean of my piss. I grabbed her hips as I skewered her asshole. Though she must have been expecting it she couldn't help but scream as I plunged into her forcing my way deep into Babs' beautiful ass. Pulling on her tits I hammered away as the oil helped me get into a proper rhythm. Her initial scream turned to whimpers as my full weight drove through her body and she struggled to stay on her knees. "Ohh...yes, that's it! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Fuck my ass! Oh master...yes! YES!" Well, well, well! Babs never failed to surprise me - she was loving it! And so was I of course. Pulling out I grabbed her hair and came all over her face. What a sight she was! Soaking wet, red cheeked, covered in piss and now cum. I wiped my shit smeared cock over her cheeks and again without instruction she proceeded then to lick it clean. With perfect timing the bath was now full and just the right temperature too. I got in and told her to fetch me a toothbrush and razor. Dutifully she disappeared as I settled into the big bath wondering how things could get better. Easily – Caroline! Babs returned with razor and toothbrush, still in the same piss, cum and shit smeared state. I washed quickly before brushing my teeth and shaving at the basin. With a big warm fluffy towel Babs lovingly dried me off. While at my feet I enjoyed her sucking each of my toes in turn. I got her to lick my ass before I told her to get into the tub. I put my hand over her face and shoved her down under the water. Down she went. I let her up but make no mistake she was under my total control. "Shave yourself you hairy worthless cunt and make yourself presentable. Have you seen your mother?" "No master but I think she's waiting for you." I went up to her smiling and cupping her chin, well pleased with her, before spitting in her face and leaving her to clean up. Wrapped just in my towel I knocked at Caroline's door. "Come in!" Caroline was sitting at her dressing table just in a dressing gown. Wonderful smells were coming from her bathroom. Some old cords a shirt and a jumper were laid out on the bed. "Nice bath?" "Lovely thanks, Babs is in my water now." I walked up behind her. "And you how was you bath Caroline?" I put my hands on her shoulders. "I put some old clothes out for you," she said getting up and changing the conversation. She smelt beautiful as she brushed past me and I couldn't help but pull her to me. She put her hands up to try and hold me off. She had nowhere to go there except backwards over the bed. I bent my head to kiss her. She turned her head aside so that I kissed her cheek only. I tried again; she turned her head the other way, I kissed her other cheek. Third time luck lucky, as her hands were no longer pushing against me but were more feeling my chest, lips closed she finally received my kiss. It seemed that it had been a while since she had done this last. She kissed me back but they were always short and dry, a series of nervous kisses. My hands enveloped her, exploring her curves. Short of breath she finally pushed me off. "Jack I wasn't expecting that!" "You wanted it though didn't you?" "Jack!" "I know what you get up to with your daughters you know." "And what do you get up to with Babs? What was that scream I heard?" "You were concerned were you?" "Of course!" "But you didn't come though did you - why not?" She didn't really have an answer for that. I held her hands and kissed her again. A bit more relaxed this time she responded to my tongue's probing and opened her 60yr old mouth to receive me. I massaged her back and gripped her bottom and she happily leaned against me. I pulled her down onto the bed. "We'll be late for supper!" She instinctively worried. "No we won't we'll have it up here in your bed." "What?" Old-fashioned like she was this was something of a novel concept to her. "We have two waitresses to serve us." "Honey?" "Yes she's my slave just like your daughter." "Slave? Babs?" "Yes your sexy daughter who you like to sleep with so much and love so dearly now belongs to me. BABS!" I hollered. Caroline was uncertain but happily responded once more to my kisses and wandering hands. I exposed her luscious breasts as her dressing gown fell open. I kissed and suckled on those wonderful breasts. My hand wandered south and slowly began to finger this grand old dame of society. There was a knock at the door. "Come!" I quickly called, taking charge and not wanting Caroline to be able to cover herself up. In came Babs looking lovely and fresh with wet hair and just in her towel. No pretence now. "Yes master?" "Remove your towel and kneel." She did so. Caroline was silent. "Your mother and I will eat up here. You and Honey shall serve us, naked just as you are now. Put some music on, some Beethoven I think." Caroline interrupted "But what about the cook?" "Who's the cook?" "Frank." "Hmm...That's a shame. Babs send him home now and Caroline will fire him in the morning. Caroline darling do you want to say anything?" "Are you happy Babs?" Babs looked at me adoringly and whispered "Yes Mama, I'm not sure if I've ever really been happy before. Jack is my lord and master. He makes me complete. My happiness is his happiness. I only want to serve him faithfully." "Go now and leave me with your mother till you're ready to bring supper up." Caroline relaxed now and ripped my towel off me and just like her daughter flew to my cock. "Good job Babs licked it clean so well after I'd shoved it up her ass!" She almost wretched! I hauled her up to me and kissed her worries away. "Shh..." I gently pushed her down again and sure enough she went to work once more sucking enthusiastically. I pulled her legs round so that she was on top of me as I was eager to taste her cunt. Satisfactorily wet she bucked wildly as I licked her clit. Perhaps because my head was between her thighs I didn't hear the girls as they came in. Caroline stopped embarrassed. I looked up as the girls both naked bore trays with soup, wine, bread, glasses, cutlery and even a couple of flowers. "Put them down on the dressing table. Honey slap Babs as hard as you can." They put the trays down and squared up to each other. With relish Honey let fly and Babs staggered from the blow. "Babs slap Honey the same. You will knock next time, your mother was enjoying herself before you two crashed the party." So she did exacting some revenge on her rival. "Now kiss each other and make up. You will not stop kissing each other till we finish our soup." They kissed and slowly put their hearts into it, holding each other close and stroking each other's hair. Much as I liked the picture I changed my mind. "Babs I want you to tie your mother down, legs and arms akimbo facing up. Honey you will go down on our hostess and don't fail to bring her to orgasm." I went to try the soup. It was delicious. I enjoyed the spectacle as Caroline happily allowed herself to be tied down and Babs professionally secured her to all four corners of the bed with silk dressing gown cords. Honey was more than happy with her task as she lapped away at the cunt of this elegant grandmother. "Now Babs feed your mother." Spoon by spoon she fed her mother. "That's all thanks darling, no more please." "Your turn girls then" I said as I poured the hot soup over Caroline. The girls lapped it up as the grandmother writhed under the hot soup but made no complaint. Much as I liked the soup (curried parsnip), I liked more the sight of the girls lapping it up like the bitches they were and so I poured my soup too over the delectable Caroline. "How are you doing darling?" I asked her. "Oh Jack! It's heavenly and this Honey girl is a delight" "Hear that Honey? Come and kiss your mistress!" Honey came up from the coalface of granny's cunt to lovingly kiss the older woman, her mouth still smeared with soup and Caroline's own juice. Babs came to me and sucked greedily on my knob once more just like it was a comforter to her. Again I slapped her. "Get back to your mother you miserable slut till she's properly clean." Back she went licking every inch of her mother clean. It was a beautiful vision to be sure Caroline's undulating body enjoying the sensation of her daughter's busy tongue while passionately kissing her new lover Honey. I judged Babs to have finished and by her hair dragged her off and threw her to the floor. "Honey suck my prick!" Swiftly she swapped her attention to me as I eyed up Caroline's sweet fanny. "Your daughter's fucking useless Caroline." "No, no." She protested. "Isn't Honey so much better though? Your daughter's a lying faithless slut. She's a whore who's no good at her job. She's not a worthy daughter of yours." I slid into her smoothly but her reaction was wild as she strained against her cords in a frenzy of passion. "Don't you wish you'd had a boy eh? Don't you wish I was your boy? Your master? Your mother-fucker?" "Oh my darling boy, yes! Oh you feel amazing so deep inside me. Oh! I'm in heaven. Fuck me! Fuck your mother! Oh darling, darling boy! Oh!! Yes!! YEeeS!!" A Can of Worms Ch. 02 I didn't let up for a second now I was hammering away for all my worth. I sucked on her tits as they bobbed up and down, nibbling at her nipples. "You want a man don't you? You need a master don't you?" "Yes! Yes! Oh my boy I love you. I'll do anything for you. Oh fuck! I'm coming. Aargh...Urgh...Aargh...Aaaargh... Ohh...Oh baby..." I came ferociously, deep inside her. I collapsed on top of her dead beat but happy as a man could be. "Don't worry my darling I'll look after you" I whispered into her ear. "Honey bring your mistress some wine. You're doing well my dear - unlike Babs." "Fetch the next course." Babs' retreating form was as beautiful as ever. "Go on! Fuck off!" I had Honey untie Caroline and then fetch that bottle of oil I'd used earlier to give her a proper massage. I had a nosey around the bedroom admiring her wide range of lingerie and looking at all the family photos. I picked up the one of her late husband that was pride of place and carefully removed the photo from the frame. With some matches I'd found earlier I wandered over to Caroline presenting both picture and matches to her. She understood my meaning and promptly lit one corner of the photo, the flames caught quickly and when she dropped it to the floor it had already burnt out to nothing. That was the memory of her husband. Now covered in oil Honey was doing a great job working the older woman's body that nevertheless was still live to every touch. Her soft blonde pussy was exquisite and Honey didn't fail to give it proper attention. There was a knocking at the door. I whispered instructions to Caroline and I was intrigued to see if she could follow them. "Come in!" She trilled and Babs came in bearing another tray. "Put it down on the table again will you darling? That's right, thank-you. Can you come over to me now, that's right." Her sweet tones had Babs relaxed as she approached her mother before for the second time that night she was spat in the face and this time by her own mother! Babs couldn't help but cry and Caroline helplessly followed suit. "Now Mummy put her over your knee and smack her bottom as hard as you can six times. You will teach her that I am the master and it is only my feelings that matter. She is not to have feelings. Her only pleasure will be through my direction. Honey count them out." Caroline obeyed and Babs stoically took her punishment. It was extraordinary how Babs became more and more beautiful the more she humiliated she became. Her long blond hair covered her breasts like a movie of Lady Godiva. "Blow your nose you sniveling little bitch!" She looked around forlornly for a hankerchief. "With your hands slut!" This she did. "Honey lick Babs' hands clean." Good old Honey didn't hesitate and serenely licked Babs' delicate hands clean. Taking each one of her fingers into that divine mouth of hers, including of course her engagement and wedding rings. Lamb chops followed that we simply eat in bed, Caroline and I. Quite often using our fingers we fed each other lovingly. We threw the bones to the floor and had Honey and Babs chew on them like the well trained bitches they were becoming. We lobbed the odd brussel-sprout at them too. Never mind the pudding or cheese I just wanted to get to grips with the still oiled Caroline. We lay back and pulled the duvet over us as we entwined lovingly. "I love you my darling boy. You know that don't you? Come to mummy that's it." I contentedly sucked on her tits as I continued to explore her delicious body. I just enjoyed holding her to be honest as she continued to whisper sweet nothings into my ear. Our mouths constantly mashed together as we fed on each other's passion. This was such a turn on for me having this powerful and well respected woman, admired and feared all over the county professing her undying love for me. Promising me her 3 daughters, all her money; everything she had she promised was mine. "Your ass too Mummy. I want your ass." "Darling you're too kind I can't wait for you to take my ass. You'll be the first and you'll make this old lady very happy." I heard moaning from the end of the bed. It sounded like the girls were getting on just fine and I was glad for them. It had been one hell of a day and before I knew it I fell asleep in Mummy's arms.