7 comments/ 165871 views/ 28 favorites Domme-in-Law Ch. 02 By: bartleby_prefers Previously: Jim, caught masturbating by his Mother, is forced to be her sissy slave. Now, with his wife Tammy home early from shopping, he discovers his humiliation is part of a plan hatched between his wife and her mother. Now: Caught with his Mother deep in the throes of ecstatic femdom lovemaking, Jim faces his wife and Domme-in-law together. * My wife walked forward, ignoring the presents she'd dropped in her shock at seeing her mother balls-deep in my asshole with a strap-on cock. She bent down towards me as my mother's sawing, veiny she-dick continued its work on my hole. When her face was level with my own she kissed me, her tongue moving into my mouth and expanding the peck into a short make-out session. I kissed her back, ecstatic at being forgiven my new and ongoing sins by this gorgeous woman. As cold, hard mommy-cock slid its ribbed and sweat-slicked way into my bowels, I stared into the face of the woman I had sworn to love. I could feel myself drooling as my mother fucked me like a girl. I was lusting for the cock in my ass, needing to be used and degraded, terrified of the black depths of sexual perversion I could feel opening inside me. Tammy pulled away abruptly and grabbed my throat, her eyes burning into mine. Her mother's cock stopped at its deepest point, and she rubbed the head slowly against my innermost flesh. My wife's eyes softened as she smiled. "Darling, I...I genuinely can't tell you how happy I am to see you find your dirtiest side. I was afraid I would have to live my life slowly pushing you into kink, never reaching too far at once for fear of you seeing me as some kind of awful freak. But with this ice storm, and the house, and all of it...Jim, I want our new home to be the kind of place where we can try anything we even think might turn us on. A safe place. A place where you can be free to enjoy your new pleasures, and I can enjoy....mine." Her eyes lit up as she finished the sentence, and I grew a bit frightened of my wife then, wondering what she could be into that was stranger than the present activity. On cue, her mother slapped my ass and pulled the cock out. I was shocked at the sense of emptiness, of 'missing something' I felt with it gone. I knew I was the luckiest man on earth to have such a kinky wife, then, since obviously my very soul wanted this kind of taboo lust. Tammy went and sat on the chair, which she proceeded to recline back using a small lever hidden on the side. No leg-rest popped out, however, and as Tammy leaned back, her mother pulled up my panties and led me over between my wife's legs. Tammy hiked up her skirt and took off her cotton panties. She pulled my face into her warm snatch, dripping wet from the morning's events. I licked slowly up her lips, my tongue letting her juice gather and run into my mouth. I drank her pussyjuice and dug my tongue deep for more, pushing into her, fucking her. My hips bucked against the floor as I ate her. I licked gently, then faster as she directed me with an occasional word or hair-pull. My mother noticed my hips grinding and gave me a slap on my cheeks. Pulling my panties down, she removed her dildo and harness and slid the fake cock back into me. After pulling my panties back up, she whispered into my ear, "There, my boypet, now you don't feel empty anymore." Cum leaked freely from my little girly-cock at the sound of her words, so eerily close to my own feelings earlier. Tammy's knee shifted and she changed her weight in the chair. I looked up to see her arms around her mother's thighs. Tammy had her face buried in her own mother's wet cunt, and was drinking that forbidden nectar as I continued to lap at her sex. My mother turned her head over her shoulder, biting her lip from her daughter's tongue on her clit. She winked at me and I ground the cock in my ass deeper, my wife's cunt juice shiny and thick on my lips. My mother, my mommy with a cock, looked me in the eye and said, "Whatever happens from here on, you only listen to me. Are we clear?" Her voice hitched on the last word, I suppose Tammy hit a nice spot. I nodded and mumbled into the glistening mound before me, but was drowned out by my wife's hands pulling me closer, grinding my face against her lips until I couldn't breathe. My grip on her thighs tightened as she stood up. My face was completely smothered into her crotch, and I couldn't see anything. I shuffled backward as she moved forward. Her mother's hands brought my ass back up to a perky position and I tried to survive on snatch alone for a moment. The dildo slipped out of me, and I could feel the cold air of the room inside my gaping ass. Tammy loosened her grip on my skull, moving her hands to the side of my face. She knelt next to me. "We're going to have such fun during this ice storm, sweetie. If you learn enough, you'll come to the house with me when it's ready. If you still need more training, Mommy and Daddy will treat you like you need to be treated until you can be, well, what I need. She kissed me again. I felt her mother's hands on my ass, pulling me apart, then felt the dildo against my hole. "Push back against it, you little slut." My mother spoke with authority and my wife sat back down in the chair, ceding all command to the matriarch. My body acted without my brain, euphoric drugs coursing my veins, veiny cock just teasing at my asshole. All of it was too much and I lunged back, filling myself with her beautiful tool, now strapped back in place at her pelvis. She laughed and dug her nails into my asscheeks, stroking in and out, in and out, in and out. My asshole was hers, her cock was at home inside me like my own organs. I was made up of heart, lungs, and a 10 inch rubber fucktoy attached to a woman who looked for all the world like a retiree Betty Boop. My wife began to stroke my half-flaccid dick, stopping occasionally to lick her hand clean of my fluids. Sometimes she let her mother have a lick. Eventually, she began feeding it to me. I don't know how long we were like that, her mother's cock inside me, my lips wet with my own semen, her hand rubbing languidly against her pussy as she writhed in the chair. I only know that when I thought about my surroundings again it was dark outside, and I was alone in my own wet spot on my mother's bedroom floor. Through her open bedroom door, I could hear the family downstairs. "You did what?" Mr. Jones roared, incredulity in his voice. "He's only barely tolerable at dinners and holidays, for fuck's sake. There's just no way to include him - " "Daddy. DADDY." My wife's voice silenced the house. I could hear my own breathing as I huddled next to the door. Tammy continued. "I love him. Mother simply did what I asked, which was to open a path for me and Jim to have the kind of sheer pleasure I know you and she enjoy. Her methods are...well, they're her methods, but they were good enough for me in college, and you'll allow us to extend the training to Jim or you'll do without he and I both." "She's serious, David" her Mother added, quietly. "...besides, you haven't seen the enthusiasm her boy's got." There was a long silence as I waited for my fate in the family to be decided. Had my radical journey from this morning's bathroom jerk-off to these past hours of sissy cockwhoring destroyed my life, or would the encouragement and lust of Tammy and her mother Catherine win me the perverted life I now craved? "Fine." her father said. "I just hope you haven't already stretched him out too much." I was frozen with fear at that statement, but the sound of jovial family laughter came from downstairs. Tammy came up the stairs alone. "Jim," she said as she walked in the bedroom, "I know it's been a crazy day. I know." She led me to the chair and sat on my lap. Her eyes looked into mine for a long moment, as if she were sizing me up. "How are you holding up with all this? I had always hoped, but, well...I guess I've always been the kind of girl who is just turned on by taboo. Whatever we weren't supposed to do, that was the thing that got me wet. My parents, obviously, are the same way, but we didn't get into all this until my 18th birthday. I'll tell you about that sometime. Anyway, you seemed like you liked it all. My mother is going to show you some crazy, crazy stuff. I almost envy you." From downstairs we could hear the distinct sounds of lovemaking. Tammy looked at me. There hadn't been a question in her words, but she was obviously in need of some reassurance. It was easy to oblige. "Tammy, I had never imagined such pleasure as I've had today. Sex is taking on a whole new meaning for me, you are a goddess of lust that I feel lucky to be with. I've never been more sure of us as a couple, or of my adoration for you. I suck on your mother's cock thinking how you could spring from it, like Greek gods..." My eyes started to roll back a little, and my cock twitched. "Jesus, what fucking drugs did your mom give me?" "Oh, baby, I am kind of sorry about that. It's a pretty serious euphoric drug, with really mild hallucinogenic properties. My mom and dad have been into a lot of weird scenes over a lot of years. I don't think she'll dose you every time." She smiled devilishly. We sat like that for a while, content and excited at the same time. Eventually, I broke the silence. "What happens now?" "Now? Well, mother and daddy are having dinner. There's just no way for you to eat right now, trust me...i've...mom's dosed me before, too. You'll be taken care of later. Once they've eaten, I suspect my mother will come up here and fit you into an outfit, then send you down to meet my father. He'll be in his study with a cigar and a glass of scotch. You'll see how a real man lives, and learn how a real woman serves him, as mother would say. Will say, I'd bet. In fact, I'll pay you $5 if she doesn't say that exact phrase to you. Mom loves her poetry." "Serves? Your dad? He fucking hates me, Tammy." The old me was pushing back in. "He appreciates work ethic, baby, and you suck cock like it's a religion." We both laughed, her with evil glee, me with nervous embarrassment. Tammy jumped up and pushed me out of the chair. She bent over the back and pulled her knees into the seat, then turned around. "Ive got an idea...put that tongue of yours up my little rosebud, boyslut. your wife needs her ass cleaned out by a sissy!" I smiled and leaned between her cheeks, licking my tongue down toward the musty center of her butt. Her asshole was indeed pink, the little folds of flesh puckering out. I flicked my tongue against it and she shuddered, so I went further, probing into her ass. My mouth sucked against her asshole as my tongue reached in as far as possible, her musky scent filling my nose and stiffening my cock. When her mother placed a hand on my shoulder and interrupted my reverie, I had been dining on my wife's bottom for at least 30 minutes. "My turn." said my Mother. My wife got down and Mrs. Jones stood in front of me, her back arched forward in a stern yet cheesecake pose. She pulled her butt apart and stepped back, pressing my face into her ass. "Lick me clean, boypet. Lick mommy's asshole." As my tongue forced into her hole, a thick, warm fluid ran down onto my lips. It was cum. "Yes, baby boypet, drink Daddy's cum from Mommy's hole. Drink the sweet, warm lust from my dirtiest place, and feel it filling you, taking you over. Tongue all that sweet, hot cum from my ass and feel your tiny girlydick get hard. Just as your cunt begs for my cock, so will your lips beg for cum." I moaned out something indecipherable as I came in my panties and swallowed another mouthful of spunk. Suddenly Tammy pushed between us, frantic with lust, and kissed me passionately. Semen strung between our lips as she pulled away, furiously fingering her open and dripping pussy. Her mother turned and addressed me. "Boypet, you are just a dirty little slut, now aren't you? Well, we have got to get you cleaned up now. You need to get ready to meet the man of the house." I smiled through a frosting of cum and swallowed again. "Yes Mommy. Anything you want." Domme-in-Law Ch. 03 This is the third chapter in a series. All characters are fictional. Previously: Discovered masturbating by his Mother-in-Law, Jim is made to be her sissy slave. Now, having discovered his wife's complicity in the affair and the depths of incestuous depravity in her family, he prepares to meet the patriarch of this lustful clan. ______ Much to my surprise, I returned to my wife's bedroom to find slacks and a dress shirt laid out on the bed. I used the adjoining bathroom, the room that started this whole journey with one slightly out of hand masturbation session, to get cleaned up. Once I was done, I looked like the man I had been a day prior. I felt like something more. I went downstairs and joined the family in the den. My wife and her mother were dressed in complimentary outfits, grey and black solid color skirts and crisp white dress shirts, open just enough to threaten decency. Mr. Jones sat in a leather club chair. He was a strong, handsome man, slightly heavy in his years. "Girls, why don't you go to the kitchen and get Jim a drink. Refill mine as well. Doubles, all around." He stared me in the eye and we waited for our social lubricants. Once Tammy and her mother had returned with the alcohol, I gulped mine to half out of sheer nerves. The warm, harsh assault of the liquor relaxed my tongue. "Thanks, Mr. Jones. I appreciate the drink. It's...um...been a long day." He laughed suddenly at that, nearly spilling some of his drink. "God damn, son. Ha! I'd say it has, indeed." He shook his head a little. "I heard about what Catherine did to you this morning, and honestly, I'm ashamed. This part of our life isn't really for anyone to know about, married-in or not. Nothing against you, son, it's just a matter of trust that goes to blood." I squirmed in my seat. "Now, though, you've got a choice. You're all in, Jim. All in. Catherine gave you the initiation in a manner I would have objected to, but it's a choice you made, too. I heard the details of your time in her boudoir, Jim. I heard...how you liked it all." I finished my drink in a gulp, turning bright red. "Yes, that's what I heard. It's okay. We'll get you what you want. I want you to go back to your room and see what the girls' can do for you. As long as you're in those clothes, you're Jim. Once you let yourself go with them, you'll be something else. Come back here then if it suits you." I stood up and walked, shell shocked, to the upstairs bedroom. The whole conversation couldn't have taken 10 minutes, but my world was off its axis. Tammy met me at the top of the stairs. Her eyes were dark with pensive, desperate lust, barely in check. I had never in my life seen her this way. I wanted, more that anything, to give her whatever desire brought this part of her out. "Jim, what's the choice, then? It's not forever, but it's going to change you. Do you want it, baby?" She licked my neck and nuzzled me as she waited for my answer. In a shaking, quiet voice I whispered, "Yes." We entered the room and her mother began undressing me. I felt like I was floating, half out of my body. The stockings slid up my thighs and encased my flesh in sex. The satin panties had a frayed spot in the ass, primed and ready to be torn apart should a girl need a lustful cock inside her cunny without delay. The corset bound me into the shape of a fuck toy, my own fantasy made from my flesh. I was ready to fuck me. I was ready to fuck anything. The wig placed on my head like a crown was garish and slutty, the abstract idea of Whore made real by the power of synthetic dye. My lips dripped red with the blood of test animals, the victims of an industry-wide quest to bottle sex. I was ready for my close up. We went down the stairs slowly, my heels pacing me, swaying my ass in the skintight hose and garters. I batted my fake lashes and swallowed nervously. My entourage of cougar and wife presented me in the den, lowering me to my knees in front of their husband and father. He smiled down at me as he unzipped his trousers. His musky scent, cologne and hard sweat, poured out along with his massive and real penis. "Don't disappoint me, baby girl. I hear from the Missus that you know exactly what you want." He laid his member across the wide palm of his calloused hand and put his other hand on my cheek. I reached up, pulling away from my mother's watchful guard, and took his cock in my hand. I winked at him and said "Yes, Daddy" as I began sucking my father's dick. He sat down, pulling me along as if I were a part of his cock. I slid up and down his shaft, mapping his manhood with my soft whore's lips, longhair bobbing up and down as if I were nodding yes again and again. Yes, my Daddy. Yes, my Daddy. Yes, my Daddy. After a while he pushed me away. I wiped the spit from my chin and smiled. "So nice. So fucking nice. Oh Catherine, I shouldn't have doubted your choices. And Tammy? Is this how you want him?" "For now" I heard my wife say from behind me. "Good. Then bend over, Petit, and let me see that boycunt I've hear such wondrous things about." I turned and tore open the spot in my panties that my Mother-in-Law had cut earlier, exposing my ass to him. I presented as sluttily as I could, trying to move like every stripper i'd ever seen. I looked over my shoulder and saw him stroking himself back to a rock-hard state. He patted his thigh. I looked forward and saw my wife and Mother guiding me back and down onto his manhood. A real, live cock entered me and three sets of hands caressed my body. My tiny dick leaked into my panties and down my stocking-clad thighs. I grinned though lipstick, batting my eyelashes as this man filled my cunt. I tried to hold back my panic and savor each inch of veiny invasion. I felt soft hair against my ass as the stroke stopped, and the scent of aftershave was in my nose. "Petit," said a voice in my ear, "you have a wonderful ass." I began to panic a bit, tears welling up in my eyes as self doubt finally presented itself. What was I doing? A sexy woman with a strap-on was one thing to deal with, but this was beyond reason. My eyes flicked around the room in a fright, and Tammy moved closer to take up my field of vision. "Shhhhh....shhhhhh, baby. Just take it all in....I know you liked the dildo, and I know you like this. I know I like this, too....he's a good lover. You'll learn a lot." Her father, a ruggedly built 5'8" powerhouse of a 62 year old, thrust his cock a little deeper into me as if to make his daughter's point. I wept, because I knew I wanted it. He spoke into my ear again. "I was saying your pussy is so good, son, that I feel you must be our little girl instead. I'm going to pick out a little girl name for you tonight, and call you it while you're here. I'm so glad my lovely wife found a way to bring you into our happy little fold." He began to stroke into my asshole with a completely different position and rhythm than his wife. Tammy kissed me as my cock grew hard from his affections. "Are we ready then?" he asked aloud to the room. My mother finished fastening her straps to the dildo and stroked my neck as she took her daughter's place in front of me. She guided her faux-manhood down my throat, her long cock surely touching her husband's dickhead somewhere around my navel. My wife knelt and stroked my cock inside my satin panties, stopping to lap up the secretions occasionally. After an eternity of depraved frictions, Mr. Jones let our a grunt and my ass was suddenly full of warmth. He pulled out and quickly popped something in, something shorter, like a pacifier. I knew it was holding his seed in my fuck-loose ass. I sat up to face the family. My wife, Tammy, stood with a face shiny from my cum. She still licked her hand a bit, tiny strands of jizz caught between her lips and fingers. My mother, Catherine, stood stroking her strap-on, almost animal in her wanton, sweating lust. Mr. Jones stood confidently with a still massive, though softening, cock. I looked up into his eyes and he smiled at me. "Such a good pussy." he said. "Such a good sissy." said Catherine. "Yes." said Tammy. She held out her hand and I licked my cum from her fingertips as Mr. and Mrs. Jones kissed. I couldn't help myself, my fingers found their way back to my fucked-out hole and I sat blissfully before mys...before my wife...before the cock and cunts that had overtaken every shred of decency in me and shown me a path to bottomless, crazed lust. I pushed the buttplug in and out a little over and over, diddling myself like the girls do, and smiled as i lapped the sticky semen from my love's hand. Mr. Jones was beginning to stroke his cock back to life, and the gleam in his eye as he watched my sanguine self-exploration told me my bowels would be running white with cum for a while. I turned without him saying a word and lifted my ass in the air and removed the plug, fingers making obscene slurps in and out of my fuckhole. "Take me, all of you. I am your girl to fuck as you like!" "Oh, honey" said Mr. Jones as his fuckstick's purple head slid back into me and ground out the last of his previous orgasm against my prostate. "I think we may need to invite the neighbors for brunch tomorrow....Ted and Wendy would absolutely love our darling new sissy!"