5 comments/ 179088 views/ 31 favorites In Laws In Charge By: TheDarkCloud I've always been very close to my big sister, Kelly. There's been a special bond between us since an early age, I was five years younger than her and I think she liked the responsibility of looking out for me when I was a kid. That only increased when our father died in a car crash when I was ten so as we grew older I always came to think of her as my best friend and someone I could always turn to and rely on. We were very similar in nature too. Very laid back and easy going, unless we were really annoyed, or our family threatened or criticised, at which point we would become very prickly and defensive in attitude. Looking back now I can see it but I always just took what Kelly did and said as being the right thing and could see little fault with her or what she did. Physically too, there was a fair resemblance between us: we were both blessed with very dark hair, took a very good tan, were slightly over weight (though where that manifested itself in me in a paunch to my stomach in her it showed in her bounteous breasts!), had rounded features and intense, dark eyes. Although that special bond existed I never felt it held us back, certainly not Kelly, who left for University, came back with a Degree then held down a couple of jobs before settling down with her husband, Billy, and having a couple of sons. I was pleased for her, really I was, she seemed happy, Billy was a nice bloke and he and I got on well too and I was named as their first sons Godfather, which I was made up about. Up until I was 29 I never really had a 'proper' girlfriend myself, yes, I had had one night stands and flings with girls but never anything serious or likely to become that. Which, I guess, maybe made me look at my sister as the voice of feminine reason and very rarely in the wrong. But a month before I hit the big 30 I met the girl that was destined to change my life completely. Denise was a good looking blonde (which in itself was a surprise as I had always seemed to go for brunettes in the past), very slightly built, almost too slim, short at a mere 5'2". She wore glasses too but that was always a thing I liked in a woman. Really, her looks weren't that important but she was pretty in a old style but it was her personality and charisma that seemed to capture my heart from the start. But one thing that I found out pretty quick was that she knew what she wanted and usually got it! Bossy, demanding, domineering, all described her but I didn't care, I was falling in love and would put up with anything to be with her and did so. Maybe I was too good natured about it, but, in retrospect, I didn't half put up with some grief from her – life had been so much simpler as a singleton – but not half as much fun! Anyway, I don't want to bore you with my whole life story any further, but what I have told you is relevant to what happened, but maybe more relevant than all that is that from the first moment I introduced the two ladies in my life there was ill disguised animosity. I had never really known my sister to get bitchy before but that first meeting at her house was like seeing a different person. It was pretty uncomfortable for me really, as both stared daggers at each other and were extremely cool in their responses. Thankfully there was no outright hostility at the time but as I left with Denise she left me in no doubt what she thought of Kelly and next time I was round babysitting at Kelly's she told me that me and Denise weren't suited, she was a golddigger, would cheat on me and pretty much everything to try and get me to dump her. It was pretty intense; I loved them both but was stuck between them. I didn't leave Denise, indeed we fell further in love but I still tried to keep in as much contact with Kelly as possible. I married Denise two years later and although the ceremony was quite fraught as neither family particularly cared for each other (by now it wasn't just my sister that disliked Denise and vice versa!) we got through it and settled into, what I thought was pretty happy, married life. Yes, Denise was domineering but I could handle that and really once she had got her way she was very sweet and caring to me. So we made do with our domestic bliss in our newly built two storey house on the edge of town. She worked from home on a number of ventures, while my daily routine saw me head off at 7.15am and not return until 6pm. And it was on one such day that my eyes were unmistakably opened to what was really going on. * it was a dull September's morning and within an hour of arriving at my desk I knew that I was not feeling at all well. Maybe it was just a bug or maybe it was something I had eaten, I don't know but I had been on three trips to the bathroom by then and each time been horribly sick. Sweating, feeling shivery and in danger of worse I decided the best course was to head home, I called Denise to tell her but she was engaged and feeling so rough I didn't hesitate further in getting out of work and heading home A funny thing happened on my journey home though, my stomach started to calm down and I began to feel half human again, actually I was getting pretty embarrassed at having left work like that but decided to stay home for the day and make sure I was really OK. But a surprise awaited me as I pulled into our road, my front drive was occupied and as I cruised past I was astounded to find that the car occupying it was my big sisters! I parked on the street and walked up to my front door trying to figure out why Kelly would be here, especially with me out. I mean she had barely been when I was in and I couldn't imagine she would want to be there with just Denise home. Maybe there was a problem with the boys? But surely not, both were just at school and both Grandmothers would have helped out long before us. I just couldn't think. But as I opened the door I got some sixth sense to be quiet and as I entered the house I did not announce my presence. I half expected to walk into a blazing row, with me not around to keep the peace I couldn't imagine these two strong willed women keeping calm for long. But downstairs and out the back were deserted, a cursory glance into the living room, kitchen and out the kitchen window revealed that. Then I heard movement upstairs and mumbled voices, they must be up there. Still some strange instinct told me not to announce my presence yet and as I rounded the top of the stairwell I became aware that both were in the main bedroom. As I moved over to it and decided that I had better let them know I was here now that I knew where they were my wife's voice cracked out with a vehemence and strictness that I had never heard before. I mean, yes, she was a hard woman used to getting what she wanted but this was something else altogether. "Well, what are you waiting for slut? Get your fucking rags off you cunt!" I was almost frozen by the ferocity of her words, but my shock at that was quickly overtaken by my amazement as I clearly heard Kelly's voice answer timidly. "Yes, sorry Denise." What the fuck was going on? I found my feet swiftly enough though to cross over the hallway to stay at the half closed door to our bedroom. I placed my eye to the crack at the hinge and was rewarded with actually a terrific view of the scene as it unfolded in there. Denise was standing on the far side of the room, at the bottom of the king sized bed, with the low morning sun shining bright behind her. She was wearing a thin white blouse with buttons undone at top and bottom and just the tightest pair of skin tight denims that you could imagine. With one hand bent on her hip and her head to one side she actually reminded me of a harsh school teacher I used to have. She stared ferociously with her ice blue eyes through her glasses at the older, bigger woman standing about six feet across from her. I moved slightly to allow me full vision of Kelly and was amazed to se her already starting to undress. And contrary to Denise's harsh claims she was by no means wearing 'rags'. Indeed, Kelly took great care over her clothes and was rarely less than impeccably turned out. Which made her taking that jibe all the more unbelievable. Still, I had no time to digest that as I stood there and watched my sister obediently begin to haul off her outfit. She had on calf length black leather boots, black stockings and a knee length black shirt with a smart black blouse above that. "God look at you, you're dressed like a whore! Is that what you are? Don't shake your head, you are, go on, tell me, tell me what you are!" If I couldn't believe me ears earlier, then it was now my eyes turn to be dumbfounded as Kelly paused with only the middle button on her blouse left to undo to look at Denise for a moment, then at the carpet and say quietly. "I'm a whore" A sneer curled itself on my wife's lips as she cocked her head and admonished her. "I can't hear you dear sister, speak up, make sure it's nice and loud this time." I held my breath, surely Kelly would put a halt to this madness now. But no, not a bit of it. "I AM A WHORE!" "Very good whore, and don't you ever forget it, now get a fucking move on, I should be looking at your fat ass and saggy tits by now!" My god! She was like a little girl, hurrying to please an angered parent as she obeyed Denise and continue her impromptu striptease. I couldn't tear my eyes from her as she finished taking off her blouse and dropped it, revealing her massive tits covered by a lacy black bra, that looked a size too small. "Take that off next whore, lets see your money makers!" Goaded Denise, obviously enjoying her position of power, whatever it was based on. So I watched as my big sister, the person who I had been closest to for so long reached behind her humiliatingly and unclipped her bra and let it drop to her feet. My goodness I don't think I had ever realised what a magnificent rack Kelly had. They looked to be fleshy, round and perfect and her large nipples appeared to be erect. But she wasn't finished and as I squinted for a better angle I watch Kelly finish off by pulling off her skirt, her boots, her stockings and her black lacy panties until she stood across from her sister stark naked. Just as I was taking that sight in she turned ever so slightly and I was able to clearly see that her crotch was completely clean shaven, it was certainly an eye opening morning! I couldn't tear my eyes from it and as ashamed as I should be (and am!) to say it I was by now sporting a major league erection.! I watched as Denise sauntered over to Kelly and circled her very clearly appraising her, tutting and chuckling at something, then lashing her palm down flat on Kelly's ass cheeks. The sound upon connection a wicked crack that rang through the house. Kelly gave an involuntary squeal and was told to shut up for her troubles. "God look at the fat on you're ass wobbling. You really should cut down on all that food you stuff in your face fatty! You really are gross!" I couldn't believe this, Kelly may have been a slight bit overweight but looking at her now she was in no way gross, in fact with her fulsome boobs and rounded figure she was actually bloody sexy! Denise walked slowly back to her position of before, in front of our large bedroom window and stared hard at Kelly. When she spoke she had such confidence and certainty to her voice that it was difficult not to be overtaken by her powerful personality. "Well what are you waiting for? You know what you want to do, do it! You can't have forgotten already! Get on your hands and knees, crawl over here and beg to lick my pussy!" There was a lot in that statement for me to digest, not least that this apparently was not the first time this had occurred. As I pondered that my big sister was dropping to her knees obediently and started to crawl towards Denise, halting just before her feet, dipping her head (her long dark hair obscured what she was doing but it could only have been kissing my wife's feet) and speaking in her unusually timid and quiet voice, so unlike her normal one. "Please Denise, please, allow me to try to satisfy you. Please I beg you let me lick your beautiful pussy." Good grief she sounded pathetic begging like that but I could not help but feel in some bizarre way turned on, certainly my stiff cock had only gotten harder as she spoke. And what did she mean 'beautiful pussy'? My wife may have a lot of things that I loved but the one thing I really did not like was her hairy, unkempt pussy. Unlike Kelly, obviously, Denise despised keeping her pussy hair in trim down there and I always found oral sex with her to be a real chore, the taste and feel of a hairy minge a real turn off to me. Still, it sounded like Kelly knew what she wanted and as Denise had her fingers on the remaining fastened buttons of her blouse it looked like she was about to get it. I really didn't know what to think or what to do. Really, I should have announced myself, but it was too late for that now. And really I should have been aghast at what my sister and my wife were doing but rather I was intrigued and no little aroused. Especially, as by this time Denise was topless and had her hands at her belt. In no time at all she was naked and in that position towering over her older sister. Seen like that she really did look impressive. She reached down to take Kelly's chin in her hand, give her a knowing look and point to her hairy bush. "Go on whore, lick it!" I guess I should not have been surprised at anything given all that I had witnessed that morning but I still could not bring myself to believe that Kelly would do this. But she did. She raised her head and her body and shifted position onto her knees and wouldn't you know it her mouth was at the perfect level to extend her tongue and begin to lap gently at my wife's cunt. I wish I could give a far more graphic and detailed description of the head that Kelly gave to her younger sister but I could not move much for fear of giving away my presence. I didn't want that, I was entranced with what they were doing and anxious to find out more, why they were doing this, what it meant for my marriage and how much further this would go. What I could see though, was Kelly's long, elegantly coiffured hair slowly bobbing backwards and forwards as she obviously licked at Denise's hairy pussy. For her part, Denise was now with one hand fondling her small, but perfectly formed breasts and with the other hand on the back of Kelly's head pushing her face deeper between her legs. "Mmmm. That's it bitch, I'm getting wetter now, you are good at licking pussy if little else!" With that 'compliment' Denise moved herself so that she was sat on the bottom of our bed but somehow managed to keep Kelly's face glued to her crotch. They were closer to me but my view was again somewhat impaired but I could see enough to view that Denise was leaning back and wrapping her thin legs around my sisters head and holding her in there with both thighs. "That's it, make me cum! You are not getting out of there until you do!" Her voice held a threat and menace and more than that, a certainty that would not be denied. That was borne out as , despite surely having some difficulty getting her breath held so tightly into Denise's cut, Kelly continued to orally pleasure her. It was not long before my wife began to shake and buck uncontrollably, she was nearing climax. As her squeals and shrieks came louder and faster and her arms and legs tightened and loosened and tightened around Kelly's head she urged Kelly to greater efforts. "Come on cunt! Lick me. Lick me slut!" Then with a visible easing of her whole body, Denise shuddered and held tight to Kelly for a moment before finally releasing my sister from between her sweat covered thighs. For a moment Kelly kept her head there then she slowly raised it up and I had an unobstructed view of her normally tidy face with hair all over the place and her nose and lips liberally coated in clear pussy juice. She stayed on her knees between Denise's legs awaiting my wife's recovery. That did not take long, from my own experience I knew she had a voracious sexual appetite (as well as having a wicked, kinky side) and would not take long to be wanting to get back into things. It wasn't and she dismissively shoved Kelly's head and shoulders from her naked lap and got to her feet to address my big sister. "Not bad slut. Not bad at all. Now get up on the bed and make sure you're wet enough to take me. Here, use this as well as your fingers." Denise pulled open her underwear drawer and tossed Kelly her vibrator. I didn't mind her having it as we had used it in our love making before and was well aware of its existence. As Denise moved out of my eye line towards our large wardrobe and started rustling in there I could not take my eyes off my older sister hauling herself onto the bed where Denise had lain, her legs wide apart and as instructed digging the silver dildo in between her legs and grunt as she began to pleasure herself. "That's it you pig but you'd better not fucking cum, remember, you can only do that with my permission!" Kelly gave no response to this command and continued to jam the phallic object into her shaved pussy. Then I got a real surprise as Denise walked back into my sight and there was something very different about her! That something? A great big black cock strapped around her crotch! I never knew she owned a strap-on dildo, perhaps just as well because it was fucking intimidating from where I was! It had to be at least twelve inches long and maybe three thick. The shiny black plastic contrasted vividly with my wife's pale skin and it hardly moved as she walked in front of Kelly. "Right stop that now! Hang on, don't get rid of it yet, you'd better lick it clean. I don't want your whores juices on it do I?" Obediently, Kelly pulled the vibrator from her pussy and inserted it in her mouth and sucked and licked it clean before dropping it on the top of the bedcover next to her. "Good. Now get turned over I don't want to have to look at your fat, ugly face as I fuck you! Seeing as you're nothing but a fucking dog I'm going to fuck you like a dog!" Again my sister said nothing and did exactly as she was told, pulling her self further up the bed and rolling over to face the top of the bed (and unknowingly me) , proffering her ample ass to her dominant sister. Denise explored Kelly's crotch with her fingers for a few seconds, satisfied herself that it was wet enough and got onto the bed herself and eased herself forward. It was easily apparent the moment the big plastic cock entered Kelly's pussy as she gave a loud moan and her head popped up with a look of surprised intrusion on her face. Denise rammed her thin frame forward with power I doubted she possessed and shoved Kelly's whole body forward with it. Once she was totally buried inside Kelly she reached forward and grabbed her long, dark hair and hauled back on it to lever herself deeper inside. "Yeah, bitch I'm gonna fuck you hard!" And she did just that. Spanking occasionally at Kelly's ass cheeks as she went she forcefully fucked her doggy style for a few minutes as ( a few minutes that saw my still rock hard erection stay as hard as ever but now start to seep pre-cum) before she picked up the discarded vibrator and slide it firmly into Kelly's exposed ass hole so that she was firmly double penetrated from behind. As Kelly started to moan and whimper it came clear that she was coming desperately close to climaxing herself. As Denise continued to pound away at her from behind my sister desperately tried to speak through the thrusts. "P-Please. Please, Denise may I-I cum?" With one final slap to Kelly's ass Denise disengaged herself. "We'll see. You need to clean these two first though!" In Laws In Charge Ch. 02 It was six days since I had inadvertently observed my wife, Denise, totally sexually dominating my big sister, Kelly. I had stumbled upon something I couldn't fathom but my confusion was only increased by my own feelings at watching Kelly submit sexually to Denise, orally pleasure her and be fucked like a bitch by Denise's wicked looking strap on dildo. And then came the final revelation that what I had witnessed was to be repeated the next Wednesday and that my and Kelly's mother would be there! As sick as it seemed there was no way that I was going to miss out on what (and who!) went down in my very own bedroom. So I knew that Kelly was due to come around again the next Wednesday and I spent right up to the weekend trying to think of the best way of viewing what happened. I assumed that the action would unfold in the bedroom as it had before and could not believe that I would be able to hide at the door and catch a stilted view of it through the crack at the hinges to the door and not be seen again, especially if there was another person this time. When Denise went out with friends (and by now I was really wondering about my wife, was it really her friends she was going out with?) that Friday night I went up to the loft and looked for any holes in the roof that I could enlarge to see down into the action, there weren't any, it was a modern house, and if I was to create one surely it would be obvious plus that idea had an obvious flaw in how did I intend to get up to the loft and close the ladder behind me – I ended up abandoning it after an hours thought. Under the bed was hopeless so I ended up concentrating on my wardrobe. You see we had separate wardrobes for our stuff in the bedroom and mine was looking like my best bet for seeing what happened and remaining undiscovered. It was solid, high and, most importantly had a series of ornate grills carved into it that, cast in shadow, that would afford me an almost perfect panorama of our bedroom. I shoved some boxes at the bottom and stepped inside, pulling the door closed behind me. It was just as well I was not claustrophobic because it sure was cramped and dark in there but it was the prefect hide for me and I decided there and then it was to be my hiding place. From there it was relatively easy, I took Wednesday as a day's holiday from my work, did not tell Denise, headed off for work as normal that morning, parked a couple of streets away then waited for her to head to the shops to buy her morning papers before nipping back into the house and concealing myself within the tight confines of the wardrobe with just a bottle of water to keep me hydrated. I was in position and all I had to do was wait and wonder. For the millionth time that week I tried to figure it all out, why had my wife treated Kelly like that and done all those things to her and what on earth were they going to do today. Was she going to fuck her again and would I be so aroused again, and where the hell did mum fit into things? At around ten thirty our front doorbell rang and I braced myself to find out. I had been in there for the best part of an hour and although I had been tempted to venture out and have a stretch I hadn't, I had heard Denise downstairs moving about but I didn't want to risk being heard so I stayed there. I actually froze when I heard the bell, I stood there dumbly and tried to steady my breathing, I could hear the noises of people ascending the staircase and I stepped back slightly to allow me the best view through the slats in the door plus give me a degree of shadow in case anyone cared to look at the wardrobe closely. It was my wife that entered the room first and it was my first surprise of the day when I saw what she was wearing. Not to put too fine a point on it my wife was dressed sluttier than I had ever seen her or ever imagined seeing her. She had long, knee high black boots on, with thin stiletto heels that boosted her short frame considerably. Above that she had on a pair of rubber black pants that were mostly hidden by the monster strap on dildo I had seen her use so effectively on Kelly last week, and covering her small tits was a lace together black Basque. Like I say, she sure looked like a slut but I got stiff just looking at her like that, what with her long blonde hair pulled tightly back in a ponytail. My sister, Kelly, followed her into the bedroom wearing a very dowdy jumper and trousers, her eyes were cast down and she didn't resemble the strong woman I had spent so many years with. Denise pointed to the far corner of the room and demanded. "Get stripped off whore, all of it, and quickly you dumb fucking slut!" I still could not get used to my normal sensible, prim, proper wife speaking like this and the tone of her voice was, if anything, even worse. And Kelly just stood there meekly nodded and started to strip off! It was all as mad as I had remembered it. In her though I was even closer and could examine my curvy sisters body all the better and let me tell you, close up she was fucking good looking! I flinched a little as Denise threw a small object, I strained to see what it was but couldn't. Then Denise answered for me. "Use it to write the word "WHORE" on your fat belly, just so you remember what you are. And remember to write it in nice thick letters." From my hiding place I had a close up view as Kelly wrote the word large and dark with a marker on her creamy, smooth skin. Why did it make me so hard? "Now that might be a permanent marker, I can't remember, still it'll do for now, eh whore?" "Yes Denise." Just then the door bell sounded and I expected Denise to answer it but I had a surprise coming. "I can't be bothered answering that Whore, you get down there like that and answer it, if it's the milkman tell him I'm out!" I was getting used to my sisters timid acceptance of whatever my wife said so, despite that comment and the inherent risk of answering the door like that, I was not surprised to see Kelly rise up and stalk from the room to descend the stairs. Denise gave her ass a swat as she passed and as she left the room I focused on my wife. She was like a different person, this harridan that stood impatiently at the far window was barely recognisable as the woman who I had married and spent the past three years with, it was quite disconcerting, maybe I should have done something then or over the last week but I am ashamed to admit I was so turned on and desperate to see what was going to happen it was an option I barely considered. God she looked hot though! I couldn't but help reach down and begin to slowly stroke my cock through my trousers. As I did so I tried to convince myself it was Denise alone that was arousing not anything to do with my sister. Denise looked up sharply and for a brief moment I thought I had been discovered but her keen eyes sought elsewhere, concentrating on the open door and the two figures who came through it, Kelly came in slowly followed by my mother, Angela. I've always though my mum was a striking woman, very good looking for someone in her early fifties, her dark hair retaining its colour well and her figure more that of a thirty year old. She had never really got on with Denise, not quite the open hostility that was displayed previously between Kelly and Denise but a fairly apparent distrust and dislike that both obviously papered over to keep me happy. She never said so, but I'm sure mum thought I had married below myself and Denise wasn't really good enough for me. So relations had been stilted at best and although they were polite to each other I was never under any illusions they would become best pals. Once again I was stunned at the harshness of the tone Denise took to her mother. "You're late you stupid cunt! I told you fucking half past, didn't I?" Despite all I had heard and witnessed last week and today I still could not believe my ears and eyes as my mother lowered her eyes obediently and practically begged to be forgiven. What the fuck was going on?! "Well you can start making up for it by stripping naked like your whore daughter and here, use this pen to write CUNT on your stomach . Quickly now, get a move on!" I felt like I was watching in a hypnotic trance as my own mother stripped naked right in front of the wardrobe and wrote it in thick black letters across her tanned stomach. I was so amazed that I didn't even register that I was stroking my cock through my trousers with some zeal. "Now, lets start things off by having you two sluts pay proper tribute to me. I want each of these boots polished by your tongues now!" Tribute. What a strange description, but then not so strange as standing within a stale smelling wardrobe and watching your sister and mother (with crude, mocking insults daubed on their bodies) drop submissively to their knees and crawl across my bedroom floor and start to lick appreciatively at my wife's boots. My hand continued to rub at my dick through the thin fabric of my trousers. My thoughts were shameful - while I had appreciated what a good looking, sexy woman my big sister was I had never even considered my mother in those terms before. And yet looking at her stripped naked, it was easy to see she was, she had taken care of herself and her figure and while I knew she worked out I didn't know she was that hot. It was all very troubling and endlessly confusing. "Enough!" called Denise and her slaves stopped immediately. I could see a wicked smile curl across Denise's red lips as she spoke, her fingers playing with Kelly's long, dark hair. "Last time you were here Whore, I seem to remember you were desperate to be allowed to cum, isn't that the case?" I still couldn't get around the change in character of my big sister as she nodded timidly. She had always been so strong, so certain, such a rock in the foundations of my life. And now this. "Well Whore being the nice sister that I am I am going to let you cum this week Get on the bed and get your whore legs spread! Yes, that's it, just like that. Now don't get me wrong I'm not going to make you cum, my lovely mother-in law is! Cunt get down there and use your tongue to get her off!" This was too much. Surely this would end this charade, what I was witnessing was wrong and taboo on so many levels and yet as I caught my breath I watched as my mother just nodded, sunk to her knees at the bottom of my very own marriage bed between her daughters spread legs and started to lick at her shaven pussy. And there was no doubt she was enthusiastic about her given task, they both were. I watched amazed as my mothers head, her long hair wild behind her, bobbed up and down at her daughters crotch, the sights and sounds of her tongue lapping at Kelly's already sopping pussy being accompanied by Kelly fondling her own boobs and moaning her pleasure lowly. From the corner of my eye and with my limited view I just managed to see, in horror, that Denise had our video camera in hand and was smiling as she recorded this whole sordid affair for posterity! Such was my attention diverted that I had not even registered that I had unzipped my flies and was now not stroking my cock through my trousers but actually had it in hand and was slowly masturbating it. I realized that, and stopped, when for the third time that morning our front door bell sounded. Neither mother nor daughter looked up, mum just kept giving Kelly head (and expert head by the looks of it) and Denise set down the camera in a position to keep recording and left to answer the door. The visitor was obviously expected because she was still dressed like a complete slut as she left. I expected that once she was out of the room that my mum and sister would surely stop what they were doing. I had figured that, from the way my wife treated them she surely had something, some kind of hold, over them. But no, even though they could easily have stopped with Denise out of the room they continued, in fact if anything they only increased their efforts. Mum's head movements increased in pace and energy and Kelly now reached down to hold her head tight into her wet pussy. It was obscene, yet I was harder than I had ever been in my entire life. Then voices at the door, laughter, and into the bedroom stepped Denise once more, led in by the huge strap on plastic cock still around her waist and followed by her mother (my mother), Marcia. As should have been evident by my tale so far, we were in no way going to be confused for happy families, and Marcia was no exception. I didn't like her (she met up to all mother from hell jokes, believe me!) but had to put up with her for Denise's sake but my sister, and especially my mother really disliked her and viewed her as a mean spirited, hard hearted, troll of a woman and I knew they had had words in the past when I had first started dating Denise seriously. Physically, she was pretty troll-like too, a short, squat woman with greying hair and whatever looks she once had long since faded I often compared her (in my mind) to a frog or a toad, and I like to think it a fair description of the woman. She stood next to Denise and watched on as within moments mum brought Kelly to a shuddering, shaking climax that had my sister squealing out her excitement and spraying her juices all over her own mothers euphoric face. Kelly lay flat on the bed in a state of ecstasy while mum just slumped forward on her daughters crotch trying to catch her breath as Denise finished videoing the whole episode. Marcia was smiling, and it was suddenly apparent to me where Denise had got that cruel, wicked smile from. She pulled off her rain coat, thankfully not to reveal a costume like her daughters, and said she need the toilet. In response Denise grabbed my mum by her hair and jerked her head upwards. "Why don't you take this cunt, mum? I know how much you hate her, how'd you like to use her as a toilet?" Marcia just smiled wickedly and took my mum's hair and pulled her along out of the room, mum still doing everything obediently even after hearing what horrible fate may await her. At least I was to be spared watching that, and although I guess I should have interceded then I didn't, I just turned my attention back to my wife and sister on the bed. Denise was over Kelly now and stroking her huge phallic dildo just as I was my real cock and she was rubbing against my sisters wet pussy. "Better get this nice and wet with something because I intend on jamming it up your mothers arsehole!" And my wife did not hang about, with Kelly's love canal nicely juiced up, Denise slid her plastic cock inside her and began to fuck her and getting the length of the dildo nicely slicked up just as Marcia appeared back in the bedroom with my mum trailing behind with a face wetter than when she had left with just Kelly's love juices. "Enjoy that Mum?" asked Denise as she continued to fuck Kelly. "Yeah, I've always wanted to do that to that stuck up cunt, ever since you met that wimp of a husband!" I ignored the insult, after all was she wrong? Here I was hiding in a wardrobe masturbating as my wife and mother totally dominated my family. That was further re-enforced as Marcia produced a matching strap on dildo from her hand bag and strapped it around her crotch as Kelly finished lubing herself on my sisters cunt. "Yes, and I've always wanted to stick something in the bitches ass, show her who really rules the roost! Come on cunt get up there on the bed . Actually let me get on there first, that's it now get your shit hole over my cock, that's it! I watched on as Kelly moved aside and my mother clambered onto the bed and held her own ass cheeks apart to drop onto Denise's waiting fuck stick. I couldn't believe my eyes as a good few inches of the plastic disappeared dup inside my mother. Then Marcia got up onto the bed between mum's legs and slid her own dildo deep into mum's cunt. She was being double penetrated by two women she was sure she was better than and was just taking it, and in fact, her body was reacting to the fucking as it started - she was getting into it! "Hey Denise, tell the fat whore to sit on her mothers face again, make her do something." Again I riled at the comment that Kelly was fat but was too far gone to really care and settled for watching as she got over our mums face, knees either side and deliberately dropped down over her mouth and received another oral fixation from mum. By this point I was past the point of control and my trousers were undone and around my ankles and my rock hard cock was in hand being slowly pumped. I watched as my mum was double fucked with the kind of roughness and vigour I only wish I could have fucked Denise with. They were relentless and worked in perfect unison, shunting back and forth into my mothers holes while Kelly ground her pussy on her face. As I jerked off I wondered if Denise had left the tape running for this, I was to find out that answer later that night. With no warning both Denise and her mum slid their fake cocks out of mum and ordered Kelly off too, they stood up and pulled her off the bed, pushing her face towards the carpet and lifting her ass so that it was facing right at me in my hiding place. It afforded me the perfect view of my mothers arsehole, running with juices from it's recent fucking. Denise spoke mockingly again. "Your such a cunt mother, I bet what you really want is a real cock though, eh? Tell us, tell us you want a cock! Tell us!" It was mums normal voice and, almost as if nothing was wrong, she announced. "Yes. I want a cock. Give me a cock." I had been so riveted on the action that I hadn't realised Denise was moving towards the wardrobe and in a flash she had opened it revealing me to her, Marcia and Kelly (but not to mum who was still face down before me). It was a pretty dramatic entrance for me and I froze for a moment, my hard, slippery cock stiff in my hand and trousers around my ankles. Denise flashed me a vicious smile and spoke in that hard, dominant voice I hadn't heard before. "Well there you are, she says she wants a cock, you've got one so get to it go and fuck your cunt of a mother!" In a daze I stepped forward with my cock dripping....... TO BE CONTINUED. In Laws In Charge Ch. 03 I looked at my wife, a mixture of disbelief, fear and excitement rushing through me, how could this be happening? What the hell was going on here? Denise, for her part, just smiled, gave my straining, throbbing erection a quick stroke with her hand and pointed down at our bedroom floor. There, of course, knelt my mother, naked and with her ass pointed invitingly in the air and fresh after begging Denise for cock. Sat on the bed watching was my big sister, Kelly, equally naked and sluttishily playing with both her nipples and pussy in excitement. Completing the perverse cast was my mother, Marcia, standing just by the bedroom door, video camera in hand and taping the whole sordid affair. The thing is I found I couldn't help myself, I knew it was so wrong, so terrible but I had been built up to such a fever pitch of anticipation from first watching Denise sexually dominate Kelly here a week ago to the actions of earlier this morning where Denise had again had her wicked way with both mother and daughter before ordering them to pleasure each other. I was too far gone now to turn back or stop and as Denise stared intently into my eyes she compelled me forward and whispered authoritatively. "Go on, you heard her, she wants cock, give it to her!" Whatever self control I did possess had long since gone, I was mesmerised by the situation and by the opportunity and the overwhelming atmosphere of deep sexual tension. At that moment it didn't matter that she was my mother. Like a zombie I grunted and nodded at Denise and lowered myself to my haunches behind mum. I think I still expected someone to stop me, someone to break from the trance we seemed to be in and put an end to this insanity before I overstepped the mark (though in truth between all that Kelly, Denise and mum had done already the mark was well and truly leapt). Well nobody stopped me, not even myself and as I pulled myself forward I can remember taking one last look over my shoulder to look at Denise smiling wickedly and Marcia, her mother, smiling triumphantly as she recorded the whole sordid episode. But I must have wanted it, mustn't I? Why else would I have taken a firm hold of her hips, reached under her to feel her soaking wet pussy lips and slide them apart before manoeuvring her around a little and slipping my heaving erection inside her. After all that I had witnessed and felt that morning it was completely obvious I would not be capable of lasting long inside her. I thrusted and grunted, more like a wild animal than a human at that moment and within seconds I could feel my balls tighten and begin to stir uncontrollably. Somewhere in my mind a voice told me to pull out to not further my stupidity, my mistake but it was lost in a rush of intensity and lust that was not going to be stopped. As I gripped harder, my fingers starting to dig into mums side and I rammed my cock home forcefully and held it there, allowing her to grind back onto me, as carried away with the situation as me (she hadn't looked back once, did she know it was me?). Then I exploded, my head flung back in rapture and let go, let go of all my inhibitions and allowed myself to flood my own mothers pussy with streams of her sons cum. I held myself in there for a few moments then we both slumped forward, panting desperately and the horrible waves of guilt and realisation began to wash over me. I barely even registered Marcia getting right up in our faces with the video camera and capturing what would surely be extremely clear shots. I felt Denise's hand on my shoulder and she roughly pulled me off, shoving me, still out of breath and dazed against the bottom of our bed. "Get out of the way, mother fucker (that word eliciting a smirk between her and her mother), this old bag has got another hole that I wanna plug!" Of course, for the duration of our courtship and marriage I was well aware of the dislike between both my sister and mother and Denise, they just did not like each other or get on at all other than to keep the peace while I was around. And now this. With her big, plastic, strap on cock jutting out in front of her my wife stepped into the space that I had just been kneeling in and reached forward to gather my mums hair in her left hand and pull her face around to look into it, much like my big sister, Kelly, mum had a glazed looking expression of excitement and insatiability. "Right bitch, did you enjoy being fucked by your son? I bet you did you old slut. Well it's my turn now and I'm going to fuck you in the ass so hard you're not going to sit down for a week!" I should have stirred myself and put a stop to this, it was getting out of hand, but I couldn't take my eyes off the action and when it did look like I might raise myself Denise just snarled at Kelly on the bed. "Hey you, you fat slag. Get down there and get him hard again, this isn't over yet, he's got more fucking to do!" So I just lay there, obediently as Denise roughly jammed her near ten inch dildo into mums dirthole and began to ass fuck her. I was distracted anyway, as my naked (and extremely sexy) brunette sister slid off the bed and sat in my lap. Maybe if I had seen some sign of distress or remorse in Kelly's eyes I would have found the inner strength and determination to stop this but I didn't. She was as transfixed and excited as mum had looked and she played with her long hair, twirling it, teasingly in her fingers as she ran her soft hands over my chest. Marcia poked her head at out shoulder level and pointed at my flaccid, spent, messy cock. "Get that cleaned up to start with, then get him hard!" Kelly scooted backwards off me, her big breasts brushing on my naked thighs as she went and I gave a little gasp as she wrapped her hand around my cock and sluiced the spare cum off it before lifting her hand to her mouth and greedily sucking it off her fingers. Her right hand strayed back around my limp cock and began to milk any left over cum from it and I nearly closed my eyes as I enjoyed this hand job from my babe of a sister. Her other hand continued it's journey over my chest, tweaking at my nipples and descending to cup my balls, rubbing them seductively and reached even further back until I felt her fingernail probe at my ass crack. Then my thoughts were broken by the harsh voice of my wife. "Yeah, bitch that's it, take the whole fucking lot! Not so high and mighty now are you, you cow! Not with me fucking that tight asshole of yours!" I managed to tear my eyes away from the alluring ones of my sister, past her pendulous breasts and over to my right in time to see my fierce, blonde wife ram her hips forward and slide almost the full length of that monster dildo right into my mothers asshole. But Kelly wasn't distracted, instead she had concentrated on worming her index finger deep and inserted it in my asshole and was burrowing for my prostate as she gently tugged my foreskin with her other hand. As her finger found my sensitive gland I felt what seemed like a bolt of lightening fire through my nether regions and my dick slowly return to life. Denise continued to hammer away at mums asshole as she looked over to see what we were up to and called instructions to my big sister. "Hey bitch! Get your lips around his dick, get him nice and hard, nice and wet then get him on that bed and I wanted you fucking him too. He's so fucking randy he can cum in his mum and sister in one day!" Her tone was so mocking, so condescending yet I had nothing in me to stop her, to stand up to her. In essence the genie was out of the bottle and mentally I knew that only one person wore the pants in our marriage now and it wasn't going to be me. Still that was forgotten as I felt my sisters beautiful, soft, cherry red lips circle my stiffening cock and begin to suck me inwards. I arched my back at the amazing, taboo sensations flooding through my body, between her blow job while fingering my asshole and watching my dominant wife ass fuck my mother I was so mixed up but willing to ignore all else but my own personal gratification. All the while my toad of a mother was filming it all, capturing the debauchery and deprivation of pretty much my entire family on video for god knew what purpose. Being sucked off by my big sister was a fantasy that I had indeed enjoyed when I was much younger and discovering the joys of thinking about sex, but the reality was even better than I could have imagined, it was great, I could feel myself get harder and harder and finally I must have been as stiff as I was when I had emerged from the wardrobe earlier that day. But sadly Kelly removed her lips from my penis and her finger from my ass, but only to flop onto my bed , legs spread wide and to look down at me as she parted her pussy lips invitingly at me. I looked at my pretty wife, busy pounding away at my moaning, squirming mum and she met my eyes. "Go on then, get up there and fuck her! Look at her! The bitch wants you, you know you want to! Get up there and fuck the slut senseless!" I was fast learning to obey my wife and this was one order I had no hesitation in complying with, indeed when I was shown the whole incident again on video it is almost pathetic how quickly I scrambled to my feet, dick in hand and climbed atop the bed and got to work slipping my dick inside Kelly. She was no wet fish either, she was into it as well, wrapping her legs around me and drawing me deep inside her moist warm hole and squeezing her thighs around me. By this point (and I only found this later watching that damned video) Denise had finished ass fucking mother and had instructed her to get down on her knees before her and was busy making her lick the dildo that had just been inside her clean as me and Kelly got it on just yards from them. Indeed as I continued to pump away at Kelly's pussy and Marcia continued to video it, Denise finally brought mum over to the side of the bed so her head was right next to Kelly's so all of us were captured perfectly as I fucked my sister. So there I was, in rapture as I fucked my big sister, my mum looking on inches away from us, not my normal way to spend a Wednesday, lunchtime to be sure. I easily blocked out my familial audience and concentrated on fucking Kelly, it becoming my sole purpose at that moment and nothing else mattered. She seemed to have the same idea as her legs drew my even further and I was soon balls deep inside her, my cock straining to it's full extent. It didn't seem to count what we were just that we were caught up in our passion and unquenchable desire. It was raw, it was intense and grunting and gasping we came to a tumultuous climax almost simultaneously as I pounded into her and then fell gasping and shattered on top of her, feeling my dick pulse and shoot another (though this time noticeably smaller, runnier) load deep into her cunt. It was all to much for me and I collapsed on the bed, shattered from all the events of the day. * I don't know how long I was out of it or if it was natural or in some way induced by Marcia and Denise. I think I suspect the later, especially with what occurred then. However long I had been out, when I came to it was to find my arms being stretched out and Marcia making the final touches to tying them with some rope to the end of the bed. I struggled against it but she just finished in time and gave me a wicked smile as she stepped back, I tried to move my legs but found them similarly tied to the headboard – I was tied, spread eagled, still stark naked on my stomach on the bed and the knots were surely tight. I tried to free myself but every move I made just seemed to tighten them further and I gave in to demand that Marcia release me. She just told me to pipe down and wait a moment because Denise was seeing my guest out. My guests! Then it all came flooding back to me like a vicious tidal wave. What had we done? How could we have done all those things to and with each other? Marcia held up the video camera to show me and even more of the perverse details came back to me. What had been wrong with me? Was I that sick? Yet the faint stirrings in my loins told me I had been and that whatever I might tell myself I had fully enjoyed it, more even. I lay there trying to piece everything together, how I had arrived it this situation, all that I had done and felt and everyone elses role in it. Then I heard our front door slam shut and presently feet stamping up the stairs, I looked up from my uncomfortable position to witness my wife march into the bedroom looking as fierce and dominant as ever, still clad in her black, leather dominatrix outfit and with the strap on dildo still pointing out from her crotch. She smiled at her mother upon entering and tested my bonds, making sure they were inescapable. "Well that's been an interesting day, hasn't it dear?" she asked in a mock/sweet voice. She took the video that Marcia held and watched some of the action through it's viewfinder. "Some really good stuff here too, you can see everything so clearly." I had had enough and snapped. "What the fuck is going on Denise! Release me this instant! And what the hell have you been doing to my mother and sister? What the hells going on here?" This seemed to amused mother and daughter no end and Denise took her time ruffling my hair before answering, her voice merging again into the hard, harsh tone I had heard her use with both my mum and sister earlier. "It's simple really, dear. I've had enough of your stuck up family. Really what is so fucking great about you and your fucking clan? So I had enough, enough of being looked down on, enough of being sniped at and considered not good enough, enough of you, in fact. Want to know why your precious mother and sister are now my nymphomaniac sex slaves? All down to my mummy and daddy (she almost turned my stomach as she hung her arm around Marcia's shoulder here), I must admit. You knew daddy was in the army but never quite knew what he did, did you? Didn't know about his interrogation and his serums that he used on 'dangerous prisoners'. Mind controlling drugs, undue influence, really it's most fascinating, you know, what you can make people do with just a little narcotic and the power of suggestion." So that was it. That was how she had induced mum and Kelly into that world of perversion. "But don't worry honey, I didn't need any of it for you, did I? You were only too keen to fuck them, weren't you. You didn't need any artificial assistance." Talk about a kick in the guts as I pondered my actions, I tried harder than ever to free myself but with zero success. "So what's it all for? What do you want from all this? Just getting cheap thrills or is it revenge?" "Now, now dear, calm down, you'll do yourself a mischief. Yes there was a bit of revenge at reducing those two bitches to that, I'll admit but my plan goes further than just that. Put simply, I intend to own you completely. To make you my own personal toy. In effect you will become my bitch! Do what I say, when I say it." "Get stuffed, as soon as I'm free of this I'll..." My tirade was cut off as Marcia produced an orange ball gag and stuffed it in my mouth. "That should keep you quiet. I wouldn't be so quick to dismiss my offer yet dear. Watch this." I really didn't have much choice so I lay there and watched Denise and her mother rig up the video camera to our television that stood directly across from me in the bedroom. In growing horror I watched the pixel perfect images of my families debauchery. Mum licking Kelly. Me doing mum doggy style, then brother and sister wrapped up in each others bodies fucking with gay abandon. It looked real bad. It was certainly uncomfortable viewing for me, and I don't just mean my uncomfortable position. Denise and her mum kept up quite the commentary on the action as it progressed and it was real obvious they were revelling in their position of power. It was dawning on me what a terrible thing this video was and that I had to do anything to make sure it never got outside these four walls and was destroyed as quickly as I could. That was if I ever got the chance, I was beginning to get the sinking feeling that I might never. When the screen finally faded to black Denise turned around triumphantly and addressed me again. "What a nice film that is, eh dear? I'm sure that the rest of your family, all your mother and sisters friends and their and your work would be fascinated by it. Or the newspapers, maybe. Don't you think?" I replied swearing into my gag. "But I know how much you love your family, I know how you would never allow something like this to be public if there was anything you could do to avoid it, is there?" This was the crux of the matter; Denise had indicated earlier what she wanted from me and now, in a not so subtle way she had shown me what would happen if I did not deliver it. I had no choice and my face must have shown it because both mother and daughter broke into huge smiles. I nodded and allowed them to take the gag from my mouth. "Alright, whatever you want, I'll do whatever you say." I didn't know what I was agreeing to really and if I did maybe I would have called their bluff but I had to think of Kelly and mum, I had let them down so badly by my actions, they, at least, had been under an alien influence, I had no such excuse. Maybe Denise just wanted to control the spending and go out when she wanted (I didn't really believe that but I was struggling to justify my surrender and grasping at any available straws, plus so much had happened today to alter my life that I was more than a little mixed up). "Good, I'm sure you'll adjust to being my doormat rather than my husband very quickly, but first I'm going to need a little show of your acceptance of your fate, how about it dear, you ready for that?" What could I say or do? I just dropped my head in acceptance and muttered a "whatever". I feigned abject disinterest hoping that was the best way of escaping this nightmare scenario but suspecting that these two conniving bitches would be a lot sharper than that. I was made further uncomfortable when Denise began to fumble with her strap on dildo and begin to pull at it. I sighed a little in relief as she loosened it and stepped out of it but that was only temporary as she presented it to her mother. As Marcia started to pull it on and tighten it she began to speak down to me and Denise left the room to go and answer the front door. I tried to listen to who was there but couldn't concentrate fully as what Marcia was saying and doing had me even more concerned. "I always told Denise she should never have married you. You and that stuck up family, thought you were too good for the likes of us, didn't you? I couldn't tell her though could I? She had to find out the hard way what a loser you were, well the shoes on the other foot now isn't it? I am going to really put you in your proper place!" I winced a the words and as she struggled to clamber up onto the bed beside my bound form. She was kneeling so that the tip of the dildo was by my cheek and she took great delight where she was going to stick it. "Oh I'm going to enjoy sticking this bad boy up you're asshole, showing you what family rules the roost around here now!" To that end Marcia undid one of my ankles to give her the opening required and shifted her fat ass across the bed so that she was kneeling down behind me. It was a very worrying time, I can assure you. But I was about to be totally distracted from what my bitch of a mother was up to as at that moment, with Maria poised to strike, Denise walked into the room leading a young, black man by the hand. More than that she had taken off her outfit of earlier and was gloriously nude, while her new friend seemed to be clad in only his jeans. Denise looked at me and gave a smirk, as did the guy (who was chiselled and looked to be no older than twenty). In Laws In Charge Ch. 03 "John dear" mocked my wife, "This is Clinton, he and I have been lovers for the past six months or so." Quite the revelationary morning, but Denise wasn't finished with the introductions. "Clinton, this is John, my husband, who has just this morning agreed to become my slave and that woman back there just about to fuck him up the ass Is my mother." Introductions over Denise slid down Clinton's front onto her knees and seductively unbuttoned his jeans. I guess he must have some inkling of the games being played here because he hardly flinched at the bizarre introduction but maybe that was because my wife had got him as hard as hell and believe me he was well hung. In comparison looking at his huge cock I felt totally inadequate. Denise obviously sensed my feeling and turned her head to look right at me as her tongue curled around his stiff erection, it also allowed her to perfectly witness my reaction as Marcia shoved her strap on as deep as she could get it into my dry, virgin ass. I squealed and cried which the other three inhabitants of the room found most amusing and as I lay only feet away from her I had to watch my beautiful wife administer an expert blow job to her toyboy while her mother fucked me like a bitch. And she wasn't gentle or careful either, getting her full weight behind it and slamming it in then dragging it back along the stretched sides of my asshole. Meantime Denise had swallowed Clintons dick and was busily giving him the deepest of deep throats, as she did so Marcia leaned in close to my ear and whispered. "She learned how to do that from her dear Daddy and he's going to teach you next!" There was so much to digest from that particular nugget of information but right at that point I wasn't going to get my head around it as with Marcia leaning forward to speak in my ear it had changed the whole trajectory of her dildo and it was stretching my ass even further, I gave another squeal and cry and the only discernable reaction to my plight was a chuckle from Clinton. But he had plenty of things on his mind anyway as my despicable wife was at that moment releasing his trouser snake from the depths of her throat and was climbing up him to mount him standing, impaling her hairy pussy on his stiff cock and clearly enjoying being impaled a whole lot more than me at that moment. It all seemed to drag on forever, and while it physically hurt to be ass fucked like that by my mother it was equally damaging watching Denise and Clinton rut like wild animals. That was my damned wife, and I had thought just over a week ago we had a pretty good marriage, now after all that had gone down I knew it was all changed forever, and for me not all for the better. She came to a screaming, shuddering climax impaled upon her lovers pole and as if in harmony with her darling daughter Marcia increased her rhythm too. The bitch wasn't wearing a condom so as they writhed and bucked I knew he was filling my wife's cunt with his hot seed. Uuuurgh! Worse still, when Denise had recovered she came over to me and told me that the only way her mother would stop fucking me would be for me to lick Clinton's sperm directly from her pussy! I thought about refusing, I really did. I felt that I should at least put some resistance up, to not let her humiliate me so easily but the truth is I capitulated almost immediately, as she squeezed in between the gap between my head and the bottom of the bed I was confronted by my wife's pungent, freshly used pussy, Clinton's sperm slowly trailing from it. Obediently, I lapped it up, stopping only as Denise waved goodbye to Clinton. It was to be the last humiliation of a very bad day. * In the next hour Marcia left, taking with her the video, promising to get it copied and to hide plenty of them out of my reach. An hour after she left Denise finally released me, she knew by then that her mother would have the tape stashed and that I now had no choice but to do as she wished to keep it a secret. As she undid the last of my wrist knots she took particular pleasure telling me that m-, Kelly and me had been invited to an evening at her parents that Saturday and that it would make today's events look like 'child's play'. NEXT : THE FAMILY GATHERING In Laws In Charge Ch. 04 It had been quite the most surreal, bizarre and troubling fortnight of my life. It had all started one weekday afternoon when I came home early from work to find my wife, Denise, sexually dominating (and I mean really dominating) my big sister, Kelly. I had managed to remain undetected throughout (or so I thought) and having heard Denise demand a return date involving my mother I had made all the arrangements I felt necessary to be there again to observe the perverse happenings. And they were perverse! From my own bedroom wardrobe I watched again as my slim, beautiful, blonde wife totally controlled my sister and mother to her sick will and made them do unspeakable, taboo acts. Worse still, watching it seemed to turn me on! I watched as my mother stripped to command, wrote "CUNT" on herself and joined her own daughter in licking her daughters boots. That was as nothing though when Denise ordered my mother to make my sister cum with the use of her oral skills before Denise's mother had joined the fray and the two of them had double fucked my mum. Only then was I revealed by Denise (who , it seemed had known of my hiding place) and I stepped out with cock in hand and driven wild by lust. Lust must be a powerful thing because overcome by it, I allowed my self control to go and under the watchful, mocking gaze of my wife, my mother and their video camera I proceeded to fuck my mother in the ass, be sucked off by my sister before fucking her soaking pussy senseless. And when I had finally recovered it was only to find myself tied to our bed, mother and sister gone and to have to look on as my wife introduced me to her new, young, black lover while my mother-in-law dildo fucked my sore asshole. And right now, as I pondered those occurrences I was preparing to step right into the lions den, mys family home! Normally going there was bad enough - we had no particular love for each other, just a shared caring for Denise (which it now seemed I had made a gigantic mistake over). Her mother, Marcia, a wizened old toad of a woman, as spiteful as any person I had ever encountered, and her father James, tall and authoritive and clearly of the opinion from the first that I was not worthy of his youngest daughter. Denise's sisters and brother were not mush better, Barbara and Lynne both older, blonder versions of Denise but with meaner attitudes I thought and Kevin, the baby of the bunch a pretty sarcastic waste of space little brother. So bad enough going there, but to be going there in these circumstances, a virtual slave to my wife and her mother with the evidence they were blackmailing me with was unthinkable. But I was. And not only that I was going there secure in the knowledge that I was headed into a viper's pit where all their venom and bile and history with me was going to unleashed and I would just have to go along with it, whatever it was (and I knew it would be bad from what Denise and Marcia had done to me drugged family and me). So why didn't I fight back? Was I so much of a wimp that I would allow these bitches and bastards to do this to me? Well I didn't like to think so, and indeed since matters had taken such a turn for the worst and I had regained my composure I had wracked my mind for a way out, I had strangled my wife and her family a hundred times in my dreams but the truth was they had me over a barrel and would offer no option of release. I had no doubt that Marcia would happily release the tape of me fucking both Kelly and mum and of the two of them getting it on, to our friends, our family, our work colleagues and the world at large and no matter how satisfying it would have been to stand up to them the result would be disastrous to my family. For now, at least I would be the willing pawn in their kinky, perverted games. As the week had passed in build up to the Saturday night visit Denise had tormented me (when she wasn't out with her younger lover, that is) with vague details of exactly how kinky it would be and despite myself I had grown hard at the thought. Maybe I deserved this fate after all. * I stood on our living room rug, waiting on my wife - we were already more than fashionably late but for once this didn't bother me one little bit. What did bother me was where we were going to and who would be there but even that wasn't my immediate concern, right now my main worry was that as per Denise's instructions I stood in our living room awaiting her wearing nothing but my black shoes! I had waited like that for nearly thirty minutes and it would be ten more before she deigned to descend from our bedroom to address me. I winced at her harsh stare, these days she had taken to viewing me like something nasty she had trodden in. Her white coat and dress and boots might have made her look angelic but there was nothing heavenly about her voice or the threat it constantly seemed to carry nowadays. "Ready dear?", her voice nothing more than a mockery of the woman I had fallen in love with and married. I tried one more time (that must have been the millionth time that week) to talk sense into her. "Denise, please there must be some other way. If you want a divorce, a separation fine but please leave my family out of this. At least let me wear something, I can't..." I broke off as she had come towards me and wasted no time fastening her hard hands around my balls and squeezing real hard. As much as I would have wanted to curl my fist into a ball and take my own action I knew it was hopeless and trailed my voice out as she stared me down. Right now she was the boss, no mistaking. "Shut it motherfucker!" She broke off to smirk at her ironic joke and at least relaxed her death grip on my nuts. "You'll get something to wear dear, here put this on to start with." She handed me a dog collar, thin and strappy and it barely looked like it would fit. I made to object again but just the movement of her hand back towards my crotch saw me nod my agreement and quickly pull it around my neck and somehow fasten it on. If she wanted me to feel owned it was working. From the hall she produced my long, grey trench coat and told me to wear that and with no more discussion as soon as the coat was on we headed out into the night. The walk looked like being pretty uneventful, even in my state of undress. Normally we would have driven the five minutes to Denise's folks but of course tonight she insisted we walk. About half way Denise told me to undo all the buttons on my jacket and walk the rest of the way with the flaps of the jacket unfettered. I think she was hoping I'd end up flashing an old lady or some teenage girls but if so she was out of luck and we made it to the viper's nest with no problem but that just seemed to annoy her so maybe I wasn't so lucky tonight. She rang the bell but didn't wait to enter and within seconds we stood on the threshold of her parents living room and until the day I die I will never forget the scene that greeted us as we entered. Lying on the sturdy, dark, wooden coffee table was my big sister , Kelly. She was stark naked and lying face down on the surface, her massive, fleshy breasts squashed below her and slipping out the side of her frame. He arms reached straight behind her and held resolutely onto her the long heels of the shoes she wore, which in turn lifted her face up towards the door we had entered. But Kelly wasn't looking at us, rather she was busy having her face fucked by Denise's nasty young brother Kevin (and I couldn't help seeing he was massively endowed). Beyond them sat Denise's parents sitting, in their comfy armchairs, for all the world, like proud parents on Christmas day watching the perverse spectacle before them, their eyes lifting to nod greeting to Denise, barely registering my appearance. Next to them stood my own mother dressed in a sexy, kinky French Maid's outfit, her breasts deliberately pulled out over the top of the lacy front. And the frilly skirt barley covering anything at all. She held a drinks tray and seemed to be waiting hand and foot on my hated parents. Completing this bizarre charade were my wife's two older sisters, sitting away to the far right of the living room, seemingly engrossed in the events on the large screen TV that lay before them. I quickly saw that they were watching a high definition recording of the fateful afternoon so very short days ago where myself, my sister and mother were induced to fuck and suck each other to unbelievable lengths. As I finally realised what those unmarried harpies of sisters were watching I felt Denise tug the raincoat from me, push me to my knees and clip a leash to the collar I so humiliatingly wore. I had braced myself to be trusted into the perverted action but to my complete surprise I could not have been more wrong. As I knelt there waiting for the hammer to, figuratively at least, fall my father rose from his armchair to stand and then pace over towards us. But just as he paused before me it was not me that was pushed into action, no, Denise, his own youngest daughter dropped to her knees beside me and looked adoringly up at his face. She bit her lower lip and reached out to tug at his zipper, lowly moaning as she did so. "Mmmmm, Daddy, how long has it been? I should have known no man could measure up to you." This was madness! Utterly surreal, like a dark Alice In Wonderland where everyone has sex of some kind. Kevin continued to roughly face fuck Kelly as Denise hauled out her fathers thick cock and shuffled forward on her knees to accommodate it in her eager mouth. Her mother just sat there smiling as this took place. This was no rough blow job like my sister was currently taking (her arms no doubt commanded there, in that uncomfortable position, by my fathers drugs), no this was an almost loving piece of oral sex. Denise was soft and gentle in her oral ministrations to her dad's penis, her tongue coating it's length and breadth in her saliva before taking it fully into her mouth, her red lips easily rolling the wet foreskin back. Her dad just held the sides of her head, keeping her there easily and allowing her own bobbing motion do most of the work. It happened so easily, none of the manic screaming like when I had made love to Denise just a series of soft grunts and I could see my wife's mouth fill up with a healthy load of her own fathers semen. Before I could fully take that in Kevin started grunting too and father soon found his voice and cautioned him. "No son, don't cum in that cunt's mouth, she's not worthy of your cum. Here get over here and let your sister take it from you." Neither sibling raised any objection and I watched bemused as Kevin got to his feet, nursing a throbbing, almost purple coloured cock and stood over Denise and pumped a fair load of sticky white cum in after his fathers. "I hope you haven't swallowed any cupcake" called Marcia from the comfort of her armchair, " You do know what to do with it, don't you?" Denise bobbed her head at her mothers query and shifted round to face me, a trail of cum slightly spilling from the right corner of her mouth. She moved toward me and I suddenly knew what she was going to do. I made to protest but just as suddenly found her cold, hard fingers once again tightly cupped around my scrotum, squeezing until I had to open my mouth and she latched her lips onto mine like a limpet and spat the full contents of her mouth into my mouth and down my throat. She twisted her grip as she withdrew her lips and commanded me to swallow until I obeyed, allowing the dull, slightly sour taste to slide down my gullet. The taste was bad but the knowledge that I had just swallowed a mixture of my father and brother-in-laws cum was the worst. I dropped my head in disgust at myself and contemplated what was being done to my family. James stalked off from the room, slipping his freshly sucked by his daughter, cock back in his trousers, he obviously was headed to the toilet. His bitch of a wife called out after him. "Honey, why don't you take the maid with you, you know save on the toilet paper!" They all found that a real laugh and I knelt there and watched as my mother, replete in her humiliating outfit, trotted obediently after him, ready to tend to his every need. Maybe that was the time to act and I did try to stumble up off my knees but was pulled back by Denise, her hand tight on my collar. "Don't go anywhere dearest, we've got more fun for all the family yet. Well our family anyway!" At this the room except for my and my sister exploded with laughter and I finally found my voice and demanded to know what the hell they fucking well wanted! "Oops, potty mouth, aren't you? Well we've got some real fun lined up later but you're going to enjoy this right now. I well remember how much you enjoyed fucking your sister before, didn't you. Don't lie, all we have to do is watch it back on TV don't we. We can watch you and that fat slag doing the dirty anytime we want, and if you don't want every single of your family, your friends and your work colleagues seeing it you'll do it again for us, right here, tonight! I pleaded then, knowing that it was hopeless and knowing that the entire lot of them were getting off on my begging. I felt terrible because before when I did it I was overcome by lust, overtaken by desire and had been too weak to control my inner emotions. In the cold light of day I knew how wrong and sick it was for me to make love with my big sister and I was determined not to feel like that again, but as she continued Denise's fingers began to caress and fondle my cock and balls and I could do nothing to prevent myself becoming aroused. "Mmmmm, I think you'll do just as you're told. I know you, I know how weak willed you really are. It doesn't matter that that slut over there is your sister, you think with your dick and as always I control it. You! Kelly, get down on your back and open those legs, this big boy wants to get re-acquainted with you." I watched helpless as my sister uncurled herself from the coffee table and eagerly lay on her back on the carpet and, under the full gaze of mys she spread her legs as wide as possible and waited on me climbing aboard. Denise's fingers tightened around my rigid dick and squeezed and rolled my foreskin back to reveal an engorged helmet, pointing right at my sisters wet slit (boy my Father-in-laws drugs sure took her mind over). Suddenly, I was defeated and I sank to my knees between her legs and wasted no time in easing my cock inside her once again. For that moment I was oblivious to my watching in-laws and wife, I only wanted to screw Kelly, to fuck her and lose this inescapable itch that I had in my loins. I reached for her big tits and played with them as I pumped my cock inside her and she wrapped her legs around me, drawing me in deeper. Somewhere in my mind I tried to square this away to myself: I didn't have a choice, I had to do it to satisfy my bitch of a wife, I was as much a victim as Kelly. But really I was doing it because I plain wanted to fuck my big sister and maybe I always had wanted to - subconsciously, at least. I didn't take long to cum, firing my cum deep inside her and lying there for a moment until the huge wave of guilt hit me and washed over. Kevin had hovered around us the whole time and only now did I register the video camera in his hand. Shit! Now the bastards had even more on us. But if I thought that bad then what my wife told me next made things ten times worse. "Another great fuck, eh? You two really are made for each other, and guess what? I've been in constant touch with your slag of a sister lately and today just happens to be the perfect time of the month for her to conceive! Now wouldn't that be something asshole, if you had just mad your sister pregnant!" I would have lunged at her but I was spent and instead put my forehead to the carpet in defeat as mys ushered my wife and sister into another room to get dressed. Denise's voice still dripped with malicious intent. "Don't worry honey, Dad and Kevin will take those two sluts home, we've got so much more for you to do. And if you even think about not doing what we say then one small call on the mobile will see them dropping them off in the red light district! I've always said the pair of them were nothing short of two bit whores!" As my family were led out Denise high fived her mother and sisters and turned to me again. "Ready for a real 'girls' night ladies?" * The men folk took Kelly and Mum away as I knelt on the floor and stared at the four women making evil eyes at me. Denise, her mum and two sisters looked so alike now, their faces twisted with disdain and disgust at me and delight at what they were about to do. As it turned out it was her two sisters, Barbara and Lynne who would take over from here and they were only too delighted to further dominate me. Like I said earlier I had never had much time for either, Barbara was a hairdresser and Lynne a beauty therapist but if I hadn't married their little sister neither would have paid me any notice. They hated that I earned much more than them and on the whole I had stayed out of their way and they out of mine, but we both knew that we didn't like each other. And now I was at their mercy. As they crowded round me Denise dumped a bag full of women's clothing next to me. I looked at it and began to get an inkling of their plans, my heart sunk. "We always said Denise wore the pants in your relationship and that you were nothing more than a prissy, whining bitch." Stated Barbara baldly. "Tonight we get to make you just that, our little, feminized, bitch!" All four cackled at that and again I made to get up but Marcia held her phone out at me and reminded me that one call to her husband and Kevin would lead to bad things for my sis and mum. And in fact the next hour or so held more humiliation for me than I had endured up to that point in my life. The four of them, my wife, her mother and two sisters took great delight in using shavers to shave every bit of bodily hair from my body. First my head was shaved totally bald, then under my arms pits, then my chest was done and my legs and finally every inch of my pubic hair was removed. It made me feel like a small child again, helpless in their clutches my body humiliatingly shorn of all it's adult hair. I raised my complaints but by now they knew I was beaten and merely laughed them off and continued., worse they even discussed what their intentions were, what make -up they would put on me, what wig they would chose, what clothes they would have me wear. All the time I felt less and less like a man and to watch my wife, who I had loved so much just recently participate so eagerly was heart breaking. My mother held up a pair of tiny, frilly pink panties, pushed them at my face as she spoke. "What about these, girls, think he'd suit them?" Lynne answered, sneering at me. "Oh definitely mum, but save them for later, he's not going to need panties for a while!" Oh they were loving it, they were drinking wine as they made up my face in as feminine a colour as they could use, applied lipstick, made me wear a padded bra top and a short, pink skirt and matching pink suspenders before gluing a long, blonde wig to my scalp. Taking pleasure in showing me a mirror so I could view my transformation. I stared into the mirror and almost cried, a fact that did not go unnoticed or uncommented upon, especially as Denise was busy filming the whole thing, no doubt to further their stranglehold on me. They left me for a moment, seeming satisfied with the results of their handiwork and I couldn't help but stare at what they had done to me in the mirror. Just as I was doing so a hard object prodded at my left cheek and I saw a thick, black cock loom into view in the mirror image. I whirled around to face it and looked up to see Barbara sporting a huge strap on dildo around her crotch. In Laws In Charge Ch. 04 "Little bitches need to get fucked up , you know!" I backed away only to bump into Lynne behind me, wearing a matching plastic cock. "Oh I know sis, maybe even double fucked. Now bend over brother, like the good, little bitch you are!" I didn't bend over but I allowed them to push me forward so I was on hands and knees and braced myself as my two evil sisters began positioning their dildos to simultaneously fuck both my arse and my mouth. I closed my eyes as they penetrated me, feeling that wide plastic shaft squeeze up my asshole and knowing it was Lynne pushing it a cruel blow to my physical and mental state. Then the other one forced its way into my mouth and I was spit roasted between them. You would not believe the cackling that was going on from the four women as the watched or participated in this, sure drink was involved but it was a lot more than that, this was their revenge on men, me and my family and how they were enjoying it. It was really quite sore and awkward having two hard lengths of plastic rammed into me from both ends, especially with the depressing mental thought of how I now looked and that all the action was being video taped by my wife. They kept it up for at least five minutes before changing ends and leaving me faced with the unhappy prospect of taking a dildo that had just been buried up my ass, deep into my mouth. I gagged and spluttered and tried to prevent it but was helpless to these four bitches and in no time was taking it hard from both ends again. Their mother was grabbing my head and forcing it further onto the dildo and spilling wine all over me while Denise was flittering about with the camera getting every shot imaginable and occasionally reaching under me to jerk my limp dick. It almost came as a relief to me when the two men arrived back home, presumably having taken mum and Kelly home, almost, but not really it was just the next part of my nightmare. The four women demurred a little and left me to lie on the floor, almost sobbing, my ass and mouth sore and dressed in the most humiliatingly girly outfit imaginable at my fathers feet. My relationship with Denise's father had always been somewhat strained, long before my marriage had gone to hell, he never felt I was good enough for his little girl (and only now was I understanding how 'close' that father-daughter relationship had been), while I always resented his aloofness towards me. Then as he looked down at me mockingly he reached to his trousers and released a large, hard dick from his pants. I knew then that he would make me suck it. "You are the most pathetic excuse for a man I have ever had the misfortune to come across. Look at you! Dressed like a little girl, my god how pathetic are you? Thankfully my Denise seems to have realised the error of her ways when it comes to you, so all that really remains is for me to show you exactly where your position is in this family from now on. Get on your knees bitch and get that damn mouth of yours ready because this isn't a plastic dildo like Barbara and Lynne used on you!" Wheezing, stammering and shaking I hauled myself to my knees and knelt before him, my mouth wide open for him to use. I was defeated, whatever fight had completely gone, they had succeeded in crushing my spirit. I was now going to give a blow job to my father while my wife and the rest of her family looked on. But not immediately. First he hooked his heavy, hairy balls all the way out and stood right up to me to rest them humiliatingly on my nose, so that each ball slid down it and stopped on my eyes, his long cock stretching up the bridge of my nose and splitting my forehead. As he held it there his spoke down to me again. "Don't worry, I'm sure you'll enjoy the taste, after all I haven't cleaned it at all since buggering your dear mother up the arse when I dropped her off minutes ago!" With that sick declaration her slid his cock and balls off my face and shoved nearly the whole length of his thick cock into my mouth. I didn't do anything to resist, letting him slide it in and out to his own desire. When he ordered me to use my tongue to caress every single millimetre of his slick dick I did as I was told. When he ordered me to push my tongue out and strain forwards to reach for his hanging balls, voluntarily gagging myself on him, I did so without reproach. And when he told me to pull his cock from my mouth and to jerk him off so that my face was sprayed with his cum (my eyes, my nose, hair and mouth thoroughly splattered) , his word was my command, leaving my kneeling before my wife ands dressed like some kind of bizarre transvestite splattered in fresh cum. * The next few minutes were a blur to me. I knelt there as the others started to tidy up, the party was evidently over but I didn't know what to do. Denise and her two sisters discussed what a total wimp I was and she took great delight informing them of my failings in bed. Then Denise, her brother and father got their coat and made to leave, almost dragging me with them. It was a cold night and in my tiny skirt and revealing top plus being freshly shorn of my body hair I really felt it as I was bundled into the back seat alongside Kevin. They had left the cum drying on my face and I so wanted to wipe it off but could not bring myself to either do it or ask to do it so I endured the car journey in her fathers car with my face hardening and Kevin reaching under my skirt to squeeze my balls at regular intervals trying to make me squeal. We arrived at a house in a run down area of town, no where near where me and Denise lived and as the others got out so did I. They pushed me into the entrance way of a communal flat style building and I clacked in my heels up a couple of flights of stairs to where they rang the buzzer on a pretty beat up looking door. It was opened momentarily by Clinton, my wife's young, black lover and boy did he have a smirk when he saw the state I was in! We quickly moved into the flat and the heavy door closed behind us. It fell to my wife Denise to deliver the coup de grace as to me and my family's fate. It was a long corridor and there were three closed doors in it, she pushed me up to the first one and made me look through the peephole, inside I saw my mum sucking a guy I had never seen before. Before I could react I was ushered along to the next to see Kelly taking it hard, doggy style in the next bedroom. In the final one I could see two, big, muscular black guys naked, drinking and stroking their dicks in anticipation. Then Denise spoke. "You see bitch, you and your fucking family are going to make us some money. We've decided to branch out, start a brothel, you know? And the whores? Well that slut of a mother of yours can cater to the elder audience. Your cunt of a sister can cater to the younger, rougher elements. And you, dear husband can cater to the, shall we say, more 'specialist' elements of the clientele, their kinky sides. In you go!" With that they opened the door and propelled me inside, dressed as a women, covered in sperm and my psyche shattered into submission to the two guys waiting arms. They were just my first clients as I became mys cross dressing whore and earned them a whole heap of money. In Laws In Charge As I said, I knew my wife had a kinky side but this was far beyond any thing I could have imagined. She was asking Kelly to lick and clean a huge strap on that had been defiling her pussy and a dildo that had been buried in her own asshole! And almost without missing a beat my sister started to comply! First she slid off the bed and on her knees delivered an enthusiastic, messy blow job to the thick plastic cock jutting obscenely from Denise's crotch. Kelly was obviously taken up with her excitement and could not stop her hands reaching for her excited pussy, she desperately needed to cum. "No! You don't cum unless I say so, now get your hands away from your filthy pussy and concentrate on cleaning these!" As she said so she pulled her strap on from Kelly's mouth and thrust the dildo fresh from her ass to Kelly. She began to lick it clean with out further comment. When she had completed her task she pleaded pathetically to my wife, practically begging to be allowed to cum. The smile that passed over Denise's face as she shook her head and started to get dressed again, obviously finished with her fun was nothing short of malicious. "No, I'm afraid not whore, but you never know maybe next Wednesday morning when I've got both you and your whore mother here, maybe then I'll allow you to get off!" What!!!??? I reeled back from the door at this last revelation and quietly descended the stairs and exited the house. They were obviously done anyway. My mind raced. What on earth was going on? How did my sister and wife come to this? And where on earth did my mother fit into this? One thing was for certain I would need to find out and to be there next Wednesday to get some answers. NEXT: Like mother like daughter.