14 comments/ 97663 views/ 75 favorites Patriarch By: RayStar Dad died. Over the following year, there was a void in the family that it seemed could never be filled. He was too young to have just died; at 55 he was strong and in great health. One minute he was here, the next he was gone. Mom kept the big house up and told us that she would never move out. Dad had bought a house when he was young, before he and mom married. Over the next years, he built a front to the house that was amazing. It was like he put a house in front of a house. The back house was red brick and traditional. The new front was built like a rustic ranch, with a huge living room. There was a big stone fireplace and stone floor. It had high ceilings and big wooden beams across the walls and ceiling. Dad had bolted iron rings onto the beams, and mom would change the look of the rooms by running cloth and ribbons through the rings, hanging ornaments from each that reflected the holiday or season. Red and white cloth and big hearts celebrated the coming of Valentine's Day, bright pastels and eggs were for Easter, and in the summer, plants would be hanging from every ring, thriving in the bright light from the 4 large skylights. The room was festive and lively. It always felt like home. The bedroom was built the same way. A large king size bed was big enough for all 4 of us kids to cuddle with our parents, even into our teens. We had movie night sleepovers from time to time, all in their bed watching the big television, munching on snacks. There were a lot of good memories in the house, but none better than the kitchen. Since the new front had the living room and master bedroom and bath, dad extended the kitchen in the main house. There was a big butcher block table and cooking island, a big heavy round table with 8 chairs, and it was open and airy. The island was a counter on the other side, with stools along the front. Most breakfasts and lunches were at the counter, most dinners at the table. Beyond the kitchen, dad had a study, and behind these, there were 3 bedrooms and a large bath. Dad had remodeled every room by himself, and the house was amazing. Dad did the building, mom did the decorating, and the team effort worked. Dad finished the basement, and one end held a laundry room. The other end was a large storage room. The center was a gym on one side, a play area on the other and a family room in the middle. A large couch, 2 big armchairs and 2 love seats gave full view of the large television, no matter where you sat. In many ways, we all thought dad was an amazing man, not just for his building skills, but for his demeanor. He made good decisions, dispensed the best advice, and taught us to grow into confident, prepared adults. None of us ever got into any serious trouble, but when we broke the rules, dad dispensed a firm justice. Our street was bypassed when an adjoining road was expanded. As people moved away, dad bought the abandoned properties, until our street was owned by him, and became a dead end dirt lane. We were in the city, but isolated. Our friends were always surprised when they saw our house. We had country living 500 yards from a big town, surrounded by trees and gardens. Dad wasn't rich, he just had good financial judgement. He had bought good insurance and had locked in a tax rate by taking over the maintenance of the street. Other much smaller houses and properties paid 4 to 5 times the taxes of our rate. Dad had also made a monthly payment to 2 local colleges, and by the time us 4 kids were ready to attend, we were in a position where all 4 could afford to attend without ever taking out a loan, or 2 of us could attend for 4 years without ever paying a dime for anything, including books. He had owned a large store in the center of town, and we sold it not long after he died. Between the sale, insurance and dad's financial planning, mom, at just 45, could spend $2,000 every week for the rest of her life and never run out of money, even if she lived to be 100. All 4 kids were out of the house. My older sister, Jennifer, had went from intern at the local radio station to producer to talk show host in 6 years. She was a local celebrity, and had recently signed to do features at the local television station. She had a good contract, she was financially secure for the next 5 years, and had a small house midway between the 2 stations. Jenn was a pretty girl. She was 26, blonde, slim but curvy. She had big natural breasts and a nice ass. She wasn't that tall at 5', 6", but always wore heels, so she was eye to eye with most of her male counterparts. She worked out at least 3 days a week, and walked or ran nearly every morning. Her private life was social, but unremarkable. She had steady boyfriends here and there, but never took that next step to living with any or professing undying love. That wasn't unusual for any of us. Dad had coached each of us carefully about relationships. He taught us his own philosophy about life and love and each of us were open and honest and avoided typical pitfalls of relationships. I wondered if Jenn was actually looking for someone that measured up to dad, or if she was just gay and being careful about hiding it. I was next in line, 24 on my last birthday, and happy. I had gone from stock boy at 18 to manager at 20 to owning my own franchise at 22. I was preparing to open a second franchise location. Life was good. I dated a girl for 3 years and recently became single. It was a good time, but in the end, she wanted to move forward, and I didn't. I had a ranch style house, not far from Jenn. My girl and I had never lived together, so there was no long drama in ending things. She went her way and I went mine. I thought things over and decided to rent out my house and move back in with mom. Heidi was 21, in her third year of college just outside of town. She lived in the dorms and thrived in the atmosphere. She made good grades and played soccer for the college team. She dated, but nothing seriously or exclusively. She was tanned and tight, a small lean body on muscular legs. She had light brown long hair and was a free spirit, planning on traveling after graduation. Jackie was the middle sister, attending a college on the opposite side of town. She lived in an apartment with 2 other girls and worked part time off campus. She was the girly girl of the family, always in a dress or skirt, a cheerleader, always being chased by the boys. Jackie avoided getting caught up in relationship drama by avoiding it. She dated in groups and kept busy with activities and never slowed down long enough to get caught by any one guy. A rumor circulated through the family that she was dating a black man and keeping it quiet. Another rumor was that her boyfriend was married. We were all close enough to visit mom, and each of us came home every week. It wasn't often that even 2 of us were there at the same time, but mom was never alone for long. Still, she was living alone in a big house, and I wasn't too happy about that fact. I knew that she missed dad, and she had no interest in seeing anyone, even a year after dad was gone. Mom looked great and was in good shape. She walked every day, either outside or on the treadmill in the basement. She would pop in a dvd and spend an hour walking through Rome or Paris or London. She was small at about 5', 5", and always wore tennis shoes or sandals. She had full breasts and a nice ass, with toned legs and no flab, even though she had a little of that mom belly that had never gone away. More than once, I caught sight of her and one of my sisters in a weepy embrace. I knew it was the absence of dad that brought out their emotions. He spent considerable time with each girl every day. Once they hit 18, he took each one into his embrace, guiding them into adulthood. I talked my plans over with mom and my sisters, and everyone agreed it would be a good idea. I offered to pay at least half of the bills, but mom flatly refused. Mom had no use for the back of the house, so I was free to rearrange it any way I wanted. It was rare that any of us spent the night, so I took over the back master bedroom that Jackie and Heidi had shared. I moved their beds and personal things into my old room and set up my new bedroom. Things I did not want to leave in my house I moved into the basement family room, and over the next week or so, I moved things around to my liking. Mom and the girls had searched through the house several times, and had sold off or donated a lot of dad's things. The storage closet was a different matter. One side was neatly stacked and labeled, mom's treasures for her holiday decorating. It was wall to wall and floor to ceiling storage boxes, each packed with great care and clearly marked with the holiday or season and the contents. The other side was obviously dad's stuff. The boxes were unmarked, and although it looked as though someone had gone through them, it appeared none had been moved. My best description of the contents was junk. Dad never liked to throw away anything that he thought he might be able to use in the future. For all of his great qualities, hoarding a box of wires seemed inconsistent with his personality, but here it was; a box filled with odd lengths of old speaker wire, extension cords with one end cut off, and chargers for long gone appliances. I started a pile of boxes outside the closet of boxes that I planned to make vanish. The wire box was joined by old plumbing fixtures, video tapes, a box of magazines and a few boxes of cheap glass, planters, jars and old chipped vases. Upon moving the last box, I noticed a panel. To the naked eye, it looked like a just part of the wall. I moved it up, and it came easily off, opening to an open space. I got a high beam flashlight and shined it into the space. Dad had built the front ranch part of the house over level ground, but had left a crawl space to access the plumbing under the new bathroom. The space went in about 10 feet, ending where some pipes came down and turned into dirt beyond. The space was also open on the left, and 3 large storage boxes were stashed there. I pulled the first one and peered in. It appeared to be more junk, some ropes and lengths of chain and pieces of leather, maybe an old harness. I opened the second box and stopped dead. It was a box filled with pictures. On top was a picture of mom, naked. The third box was more pictures, some notebooks and sex toys. Concerned about my discovery, but curious and a little turned on, I took all 3 boxes up to my bedroom and hid them in a corner of my closet. I replaced the panel and moved some of my boxes into the empty spaces, again effectively covering the panel to the crawl space. Over the next week, I spent less time at the business, explaining that I had some meetings about the new franchise. I left my manager in charge with directions to handle things and call if I was needed. I went in every day for a while, but spent most of a week going through the boxes. I bought some binders and plastic sleeves for organizing photos and began to inspect my discovery. I made discoveries I never expected. First, the pictures of mom spanned her life with dad, from a teen to right before he died. There was not a single picture where she was not at least partially nude or engaged in some sexual activity. Dad obviously tied her up and beat her regularly. I found the other reasons for the iron rings bolted to walls and the ceiling. In many pictures, she was tied and spread open in various positions in every room of the house. In many photos, she was covered in red stripes of many sizes, from thin ones to wide ones, from her impressive tits to her knees, front and back. There was a set of pictures of her tied to the butcher block in the kitchen, hot wax being dripped on her nipples. There was a set of a poker party on our big kitchen table, mom being passed from man to man in various stages of dress, eventually sucking each cock and being fucked by every man, laying on her back across the table. There was a set of mom stripping on stage in what looked like a sleazy bar. The pictures went from there to sucking a black cock, then fucking several black men. Dad didn't just use and beat her, he passed her around to others to use. There were pictures of her with women, licking pussy and being licked. I thought I recognized 1 or 2 of the women, but couldn't place them. I hit the next set of pictures and went back quickly. The woman mom was licking looked familiar because it was Jackie. I couldn't see her face but there was no mistaking that body. Besides, the next set of pictures showed me all of Jackie. Heidi's forearms were duct taped to Jackie's thighs. Heidi was attached to her sister, mouth to pussy, by a rope attached to her leather collar that ran under Jackie's body. Jackie's legs were tied spread open to the corners of the bed, and I could see it was the king size bed in the master bedroom. All 3 girls were in here, tied, whipped and having sex with dad or mom or both. I was upset about being left out of the action, but I guessed that dad had his reasons. The notebooks were in dad's writing mostly, but I found parts written in different styles, and I believed that mom and my 3 sisters had written also. They expressed love and thanks and appreciation for his role in their lives. Under the sex toys, I found about a dozen unmarked discs. These were more telling than the pictures. First, I saw every woman in the family in action. Second, I saw the progression of each woman in their training. Third, I saw how they had become so strong and confident in the outside world. They had a place to let go of everything, to submit to another, facing every demand and challenge. I also saw why they seemed so lost and why they missed dad. I was determined to do something about this. I watched the discs over a few times, read and reread the journals and letters, and looked up things on line. Dad had gone to a level I wasn't sure I could match, but I was determined to try, and I decided to start with mom. The next morning, I got up and showered. I walked into the kitchen naked. Mom wasn't there, so I poured a cup of coffee and walked around, looking for her. I had been hard as a rock many times over the last week, but I did nothing about it. I was more than ready for some action. I found her in the basement, walking on the treadmill. Her eyes were locked on the screen in front of her, walking through the Scottish highlands. She felt, rather than heard me, and turned to look at me. She was sweaty, dressed in a white shirt and grey sweats, white socks and tennis shoes. Her mouth fell open at my nakedness. "You are unacceptable." She stared and her mouth fell open again to say something. Her surprise nearly made her stumble, and she caught herself just before she went face first. She switched off the treadmill. I set my coffee down and was on her in a flash. I dragged her off the treadmill by her hair and forced her to her knees. I yanked her head back and spat in her face. "Strip, slut." She again opened her mouth to say something and I slapped her face hard. "If I have to repeat myself, you will regret it." I kept my voice level and controlled. I pulled her head back to look me in the eyes. "Do not open your mouth until I am ready to put my cock in it." I stepped back and waited. She started slowly, taking her shirt off. Her sweats, shoes and socks followed. She hesitated, hooking her thumbs under her sports bra, reluctant to peel it off. I cleared my throat and she peeled the bra off. Her tits jiggled and swayed. Her nipples were hard. She hesitated again before peeling her panties off. She made herself as small as possible. I put my foot in the center of her back, pushing her forward. She caught herself, landing on her hands. "Inspection." She blinked. A confused look came over her face. She didn't know what to do. "Put your face in the carpet. Reach back with both hands and spread your ass and pussy. Keep your face down and your ass up. If I say 'inspection' anytime, anywhere, you get in this position. Do you understand?" She said nothing. She followed my direction and spread her cheeks and pussy lips. I saw that she was hairy. She probably hadn't shaved since dad died. "Unacceptable." I picked up the cat o nine tails I had stashed earlier and dragged the leather across her back. Her hands went to either side of her head, flat on the floor. I hit her ass hard. Red stripes appeared across her cheeks. "Count, slut." "Oh, oh, one." "I can't hear you." "Uh, oh, two!" She registered emotion with each count. Toward the end, she wiggled in anticipation. Between 9 and 10, I saw shiny wetness on the lips of her pussy. Her eyes were glazed over. She never moved when I finished. "Go prepare yourself." She got up and went up the stairs without a word. I went up a few minutes later. I poured myself another cup of coffee and went into the bedroom. I heard various sounds coming from the bathroom. I looked at the unmade bed, arranged the pillows, and stretched out in the center of the bed. She came out 20 minutes later. She looked better than I had ever seen her. Mom was scrubbed clean and smelled sweet. Her hair was styled and her make up was perfectly applied. Her eyes were down, looking at the floor. "Service me, slut." I knew I'd get a reaction to this. Her eyes fluttered and a look of surprise came over her. This was right out of dad's playbook. I saw it many times on the discs. Her hands went out to her sides and she moved her mouth over the head of my cock. She was trained to never use her hands. Only her mouth could be used. She was well trained and skilled. She sucked, swirled her tongue and sucked my balls into her mouth. She got off to a slow start, but quickly recovered and fell into what she knew well. My denial of myself and her skills had me shooting cum into her mouth within minutes. She kept sucking and licking as I softened, and I knew she had been trained not to stop until dismissed. I grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her off. She scrambled off the bed and rummaged through her closet. At the foot of the bed, she went to her knees, holding out a paddle in one hand, a belt in the other. "For taking too long in preparing myself for you." She was looking down at the floor. "How would you like this slut?" I pointed at the foot of the bed. She spread her legs wide apart and bent forward, face into the mattress. I saw the red marks on her ass from the earlier punishment. I brought the belt down across her ass. "Count." "Sir, this slut has been trained to count only when properly beaten." I thought I saw a little wiggle to her ass. I hadn't hit her hard enough. I brought the belt down hard. She began to count. When she hit 10, I turned her over. She stretched out her arms and spread her legs, preparing to be fucked. I saw the wetness on her pussy again. I brought the belt down hard on her tits. She groaned in pain, shock and lust for 5 hard blows. Her legs never closed, and I brought the belt down once more on her exposed pussy. She jumped and looked up at me. "For the unmade bed." She blinked in surprise and I walked away. I called over my shoulder. "Call one of my other sluts and get her here." I knew what had been happening, but I didn't know why or how it started. I wasn't sure I cared that much, but I had a few questions. I called my mother in and asked how they were able to keep this from me and how they were able to keep this part of their live private with 4 kids always around. She explained that my dad had prepared her for day to day life, and broke each girl in when they turned 18, teaching them the same lessons. I wanted to know how they kept this hidden from me, and why I wasn't broken in at 18. Patriarch of the Vampire Race The name is Richard "Dick" Blackstone. I'm dead serious. That's the name I go by. A big and tall Black man in his late twenties. Usually clad in a Black leather jacket over tight-fitting dark clothing and Black leather boots. That's how I appear to the world. And it suits me just fine. In the eyes of the world, I'm the founder and CEO of Blackstone Limited, one of the biggest computer parts manufacturing companies out there. I'm a multi-millionaire. Yeah, I have quite an interesting background. A somewhat successful brother who became a multi-billionaire, this after walking away from an executive position at a bigger company. I have an MBA from the University of Toronto in Ontario, Canada. It baffles people, the idea of an educated and wealthy Black man in North America. Of course, if people really knew the truth about me, they'd flip. You see, I am a Super Vampire. Not just any Vampire. I am the First, Last and only Super Vampire. Father of the Vampire Race. I was born around 3200 B.C. in what is today called the Republic of Sudan. Back in my day, it was called Kush and also, the Empire of Nubia. The Land of Gold. Wealthier and more powerful than the Persians, Greeks, Romans and the Egyptians at the height of their power. A mighty African Empire which once dominated Egypt and much of the ancient world, though today's historians can't fathom that. That's fine. They have always underestimated the Black man. That's how republicans lost the Obama took the White House, remember? Being underestimated works well for us Black folks. I've been underestimated from day one even by those who should have known better. I was born in the city of Napata, the former capital of the Nubian Empire. My father Alak was a Commander in the Army of King Kadu, Lord of Meroe and leader of the Nubian Empire. My family was wealthy and powerful. And in part that's what saved me. I was born different, you see. A young African prince who was different from everybody else around him. I was stronger and faster than anyone I knew. I also recovered quickly from injuries. I was born like this. When it became evident that I was more than human, I was driven off by the very people that brought me forth. I was banished from my father's house. I wandered all over Africa, and also stayed in what would later be called Iraq and even parts of Asia. I didn't know what I was. As far as I know, nothing like me has ever existed before. I wanted to see the world and also find out if there were others like me. Sadly, I never encountered anyone or anything like myself. At some point, I realized that I wasn't aging. I thought of it as a curse rather than a blessing. I longed for a normal life. I traveled to the land of Ethiopia and met a beautiful woman named Fara. I married her and we had several offspring together. Our twin daughters inherited my genetic disorder. They were the First Generation. They grew to adulthood and developed my abilities as they grew older. Like me they stopped aging in their twenties, and also manifested special talents like superhuman strength and an accelerated ability to recover from injuries. Unlike me, they thirsted for blood. I was horrified to discover this. Seriously. I had become father to a Brood of Monsters. My twin daughters Aamina and Afeworki grew to be six-foot-tall, beautiful women with medium brown skin, long Black hair and pale gray eyes. Their beauty became legendary, as was their cruelty. They took over the African Kingdom of Ethiopia and ruled it with an iron fist. Since they were superhumanly strong, never-aging and effectively immortal, none could stand in their way. Aamina and Afeworki soon discovered that ordinary human beings who came in contact with their blood either died immediately or were transformed into monsters. Like Aamina and Afeworki they gained superhuman strength, accelerated healing abilities and super speed. Along with a thirst for human blood. Unlike Aamina and Afeworki they could no longer stand the light of day. Aamina and Afeworki called themselves the Mothers of the Race of Blood Drinkers. And nothing could stand in their way. Thus, the Race of Vampires was spawned in Ethiopia, just like the human species. The Vampires spread throughout the African continent. Later, they crossed over into Asia and Europe. Nothing could stand in their way. Their numbers increased until they threatened the human species with extinction. I decided to take responsibility for what I had unleashed upon the world. I took a stand against the Vampires. Even with my vast strength and speed, I was powerless against the legions of the bloodthirsty immortals. They were simply too much for me. So I trained an elite group of warriors chosen among men and women from resilient families. Thus, the Hunters were born. The Hunters sworn duty was to fight the Vampires. Until the last Vampire dies, a Hunter's duty is unending. The Hunters were brutally efficient at what they were doing. And I finally thought humanity might stand a chance against the Vampires. Of course, I was wrong. The Hunters underestimated the Vampires adaptability and resolve. The Vampires were determined to dominate the world and they began hunting the Hunters all over the globe. Cell after cell of Hunters fell. Once again I felt powerless. My offspring and their direct descendants were wreaking havoc all over the planet Earth and there seemed to be very little I could do to stop them. So I walked away from the war of Vampire against Human. Truth be told, I was disgusted with both species. Especially after a Cadre of Hunters mistook me for a Vampire. I've done nothing but protect humanity since the beginning. Yet these very humans whose lives I defended attacked me. Dozens of them cornered me in the North African desert and sought to slaughter me. And slaughter me they did. They cut me into pieces. My arms and legs were cut off, and I was beheaded. My remains were burned and my ashes were scattered. The very same methods I taught humans to dispose of Vampires were used to dispose of me. I am a True Immortal. Unlike the Vampires. I don't need to drink blood to survive. I don't need to consume flesh, or anything at all, really. My power comes from an unknown and seemingly inexhaustible source. That same power regenerated me whole from my scattered ashes. How about that? It took me a long time to regain all of my power. We're talking centuries here. Even after I was somehow regenerated from the ashes after I was slaughtered and burned, I was far from one hundred percent. Slowly but surely, I regained my power. The strength of twenty healthy men, the speed of a cheetah and the ability to regenerate, all those came back to me. Along with my keen senses, wisdom and wry sense of humour. Yeah, I walked away from it all. How did I do it? I walked into the ocean near the Coast of Ethiopia, and swam to an underwater cave. Thousands of feet beneath the waves. Where no human or Vampire has ever been. And I spent thousands of years in slumber. Sleeping with the fishes, so to speak. Until I was found by some divers and brought back to life in the year 1972. I awakened to a brave new world. A world where Vampires secretly ruled the world and humans were their pawns. Now I'm back. To war with my offspring. Daddy's home and someone's going to get spanked. Oh, and for the record, I hate both humans and Vampires equally. As far as I'm concerned, I made a mistake by letting either species live thousands of years ago. I returned to the world, and created an identity for myself. I went about learning about the world, I had thousands of years of catching up to do. I went to school, learned business along with multiple languages. I also adapted to new culture and technology. Decades after my re-emergence, I'm now well-assimilated in society. I'm the CEO of a big company with offices in Canadian cities like Vancouver, Toronto and Calgary along with American cities like New York, Austin, Princeton and Boston. We're opening new offices in Tokyo, Japan and also Cairo in Egypt. The world is growing smaller and the computer business community is expanding. How cool is that? I'm doing alright. In fact, I'm doing so well that I've hired some scientists to cook up a neat little bio-engineered surprise for both humans and Vampires. Something to render them both extinct. Am I good or what? Payback is fun. And I've waited thousands of years to exact my vengeance upon those who hurt me the most. Patriarch "He said you had to discover your place in the world." She went on to tell me that they lived this lifestyle 24/7 from the time they first got together. We weren't aware of it because he had determined they needed codes to help them live in public. Dad gave the order 'submit' and she went from zero to his slave in seconds. When she would be on her own, he would say 'release', and she was free to be on her own. She admitted that more than a few times, he had, intentionally or unintentionally, neglected to release her. She would be forced to spend the day in some dress that allowed easy and complete access to any part of her, and she would be forced to shop, cook, clean and deal with children in a skirt or dress, with no panties and no bra. She said some of these were the most exciting days for her. I told her that old rules did not apply, and I would be retraining her to my personal tastes. With that, I reached out and pinched her nipple hard. She gasped but never cried out. Her expression was a mix of pain and pleasure, and she tilted herself toward me to make her other nipple more accessible. I decided to keep the code and told her so. I asked how it came about that she was shared with other men. She told me that she was trained to be a slave to her master's will. I didn't buy that explanation, but I knew I had plenty of time to find out what I wanted to know. I gave her some instructions, and left to make an appearance at work. I thought about how dad had managed this secret life right under our noses, especially mine, since I had been at home when all 3 of my sisters had turned 18, and I never suspected a thing. Many things clicked into place. I was often away from home, and so were my sisters. The camping weekends with the scouts, my sisters spending the nights with their girlfriends, and many other opportunities for us to be away, in addition to their bedroom in the front being far removed from our bedrooms in the back of the house gave mom and dad complete privacy. We wouldn't have heard it if a bomb went off in the front of the house. Other memories also made more sense. I saw mom's tits shaking under her shirts many times. Growing up with 4 females in the house, hard nipples and jiggling breasts weren't uncommon, and I even saw some peeks of bodies here and there. These always woke dick, and I spent my teens, like most boys, in a state of perpetual hard on. Jenn was very sharp about girls and boys, and actually helped me get laid through her advice. I realized that she had been inducted into dad's little harem right around the time I started chasing girls. Between the advice of her and dad, I charted my way through uncertain high school waters to become one of the guys that was being chased, rather than the one doing the chasing. My big sister teased me with her body. My new relationship in the family made me think of this differently. Every now and then, she would come into my room for a talk. We would sit on my bed and talk, and she would be on one end, legs crossed Indian style, in a little baby doll nightie. More than once, I realized she wasn't wearing any underwear. I'm sure she could see me straining, both for a better look and against my raging hard on. She never wore a bra under her little nightgowns, so I got flashes of full breasts and nipples. Now I wondered if she was in service to dad on some of those nights, forbidden to wear anything under her clothes. I controlled my emotions over these memories. This wasn't fantasy. This was my learning curve. I had done nothing more intense than slapping a girl's ass or pulling her hair as I fucked her. Now I was in a place where there were specific expectations of control on my part, and I didn't want to appear weak or inexperienced. I got some work done and went over things with my manager. As always, my business was fine in the capable hands of my team, and my plans for my second location were proceeding nicely. I would be up and running in 6 weeks. The team I had hired for the second location would be starting in 2 weeks at my primary store, shadowing my team right up to the grand opening. I felt good on the drive home. I would have more free time whenever I wanted, having set myself up a schedule that allowed me more freedom. My mind went back to my home situation. I was excited by the possibilities, and my cock was hard for the entire ride. There was no way to surprise myself, since I knew what everyone in the family drove. Heidi's car was in the driveway. I came in through my entrance at the back of the house. As I came toward the front, I looked into my room. It was cleaned and the bed was made. The box was gone. I hadn't released mom before I left for work. This meant she would be clean, naked or nearly so as she completed any chores, but ready for action, sexual or otherwise. I had left her a surprise. On my bed, I left the photo book I had made of her activities over the years. I also left the box of restraints and implements. At first glance, the box was junk, pieces of rope and leather and chain. Upon further inspection, there were leather wrist and ankle cuffs, harnesses, clamps, whips, paddles and other assorted restraints and toys. I'm sure these were the things that mom and the girls had searched for after dad died. My bed was now empty. The bed was nicely made up. I figured mom had either stashed the box back in my closet or hidden it elsewhere. When I reached the kitchen, I saw that the contents were laid out neatly across the kitchen counter, along with the toys from the other box. They were set up in groups so that I had my choice of items. My mom was naked, on her knees. My sister sat on one of the stools, with a curious look on her face. I smiled and spoke the word. "Submit." Damn, she looked good. She wore a short skirt and a sweater. She sat, legs crossed, looking at me. She looked me in the eye and smiled. If I had a challenge, I would have expected it to be from Jenn. Jackie was a sweetheart, the smallest of the group, and I didn't expect problems from her. Heidi, on the other hand, being the baby, always went along. She was sharp and athletic, but tended to flow into the group. This defiance was unexpected. I smiled at her and snatched her off the stool by the hair. She tried to pull away, but I was faster and stronger and had her wrists handcuffed behind her back without much effort. I easily picked her up and laid her across the kitchen table. She never said a word, but didn't make it easy for me, and it took a few minutes to tie her spread eagle on the table. She didn't really fight me, just tried to pull away, when I tied each ankle, undid the cuffs, and tied each wrist. There was a defiant challenge in her eyes. The smells of mom's cooking filled the kitchen. I casually asked my slut what she had prepared. Mom scrambled to answer as I went to the utility drawer. I got the shears and told mom to get candles as I cut Heidi's skirt off. She looked shocked. Mom scurried to pick it up when I dropped it on the floor. The panties followed, and mom added these to the bag with the skirt. I sliced the sweater up the front and down the arms, pulling it out from her. She felt the cold blade of the scissors as I slipped it under her bra between her breasts, snipping it open. A quick snip of each bra strap and she was nearly naked. I pointed, and mom took off her shoes and socks. I ran my eyes over my prize. She waited, curious about my next move. I ran my palm over her belly, up to her nipple. Just my touch made them harden, and I pinched them until I got a reaction. She breathed in between clenched teeth, just enough for me to hear. I pinched each again, harder, and ran my hand down her belly. Her pussy lips were puffy and pink, shaved clean. She had a landing strip just above her cleft, a stripe of medium length light brown hair, about a half inch wide. Heidi gave no reaction to me looking at her pussy. I grabbed the hair closest to her slit and pulled up. She gasped but still said nothing. I took my time with her. I lit a candle and placed it between her breasts. I tied a rope around one breast, around the candle, and over to the next breast. I slipped a ball gag into her mouth in case she tried to blow the candle out. Her b cups were tight against the candle, her nipples barely out of the way. Hot wax was already pooling around the flame. I patted Heidi's belly and told mom this would be my plate. Mom looked at Heidi, then back at me, and I saw a small smile on her face. Mom put a piece of meatloaf on Heidi's belly. She put a spoon on corn on one side, right over her belly button, and a spoon of her parsley potatoes on the other side between the candle and the meat. I sat down and began to eat. Heidi had jumped when the hot food was placed on the human dish, but there wasn't a sufficient pool of wax to cause any to drip or splash onto her. As I ate, that changed. I cut my meat with the flat of my fork, but spearing the pieces of meat and potatoes caused my fork to jab her skin just enough. Heidi jumped when the fork tines touched her skin, and she succeeded in dripping and splashing hot wax on her breasts and nipples. She made muffled noises, and I'm certain she would have given in at that point, but her defiance demanded a strong response. When I finished, mom wiped her down like she was washing a dish. Heidi had candle wax over both breasts, and thin ribbons of wax were beginning to travel down toward her belly. She began to plead with her eyes. I washed my hands and picked up a riding crop. I hit the wax on both sides of her breasts with the leather end, making more wax pool on her skin. I stepped between her legs and slapped her clit with the crop. A muffled scream came out from the ball gag, and Heidi was drooling when I hit her the second time. The third time, she jumped so much that a piece of hot wax fell away, and the flame jumped as the wax flowed down to her belly button, pooling there. I slapped the crop on her landing strip, and another on her pussy. I blew out the candle and put my face an inch from hers. I grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her face up to look in her eyes. "You still want to try me? I'd like that. I'm just getting started." She shook her head in resignation. Her eyes pleaded for relief. "You understand, don't you?" She nodded and I let go of her hair. I untied her wrists and ankles. I expected her to move, to remove the gag, to rub her hands over her wrists, to peel the wax away. She did nothing, waiting for a command. I slapped her landing strip again with the crop. I looked at mom. "Get her cleaned up." Mom took the gag off and untied Heidi's tits from the candle. They said nothing, going to the master bathroom. I settled into the big armchair, dad's chair, and turned the television on. I was surfing channels when they came out. They dropped to their knees on either side of me. "Release." Heidi looked up like she had been slapped. "You jerk! That was my favorite sweater!" "Submit." She went back to her knees, looking down. "Inspection." Heidi looked up, confused. Mom poked her and got on her knees, facing away from me. Her forehead rested on the cold stone floor. Heidi watched and followed, opening herself as mom did. Neither moved. I looked into my sister's wet opening. "Who gave you permission to cum?" Heidi, I could see even in her position, was turning red. She had some splotches of red on her tits and belly from hot wax and hot food, but these were no more serious than a mild sunburn, if that. Her face was turning red, her embarrassment evident from being caught. "Up, slut." Neither moved. They kind of glanced at each other and tried to look at me without moving. The wrong one did not want to be the first to move. I touched Heidi with my foot. "Up, slut." Heidi scrambled up and came to me. I pulled her in and positioned her on my lap. I pinched her nipple as I brought my hand down hard on her ass. When I had turned her ass a rosy red, I pushed her off my lap. "That is for cumming without permission. You, take her place." I touched mom's back with my foot. As mom took her place on my lap, I told Heidi to strip me. Heidi did her best, working around the spanking I was giving mom. "One!" My shirt was being unbuttoned. "Two, oh." My shirt was being pulled off. "Uh, three, oh!" Hands reached under mom to undo my belt and unzip me. "Oh, four, oh!" My shoes and socks came off. "Uh, five!" My pants were pulled down. "Uh, uh, six!" My underwear was gone. My cock strained at mom's belly. "Seven!" Heidi put my socks in my shoes and moved them neatly to one side. "Eight!" Heidi folded my underwear and slacks, laying them neatly over a chair. "Uh, oh, nine!" Mom's ass was red for the third time today as Heidi folded my shirt. "Oh, Oh, ten!" I pushed mom off of my lap. "For letting her cum without permission." I put Heidi back in the same position. I grabbed a handful of tit and mauled her as I opened her pussy lips with my fingers. Heidi gasped. She was wet and her lips were puffy and open. I pinched her clit between my thumb and forefinger. She jumped but never made a sound. I smacked her ass again, 10 hard slaps. "You will count when you are being punished." I put her on her knees in front of me. I pulled her in by her hair and she opened her mouth to take my cock. I looked at mom. "Prepare her." In truth, Heidi was wet. Her juices were flowing, but I wanted to watch this. I had seen some of this action on the discs I watched. Mom got her face right in under Heidi's ass, and I felt her sigh contentedly as mom's tongue found her clit. Heidi sucked my cock and balls, going back and forth. She couldn't get all of me into her mouth, and I made a mental note to change this. I had taken gym with other guys all through school, taking showers with them and changing in front of them, and I knew I was bigger than average. My cock was long and thick and I saw Heidi's eyes widen when she saw it. I pulled a footstool over and put Heidi on it on her back. I told mom to sit on her face. Heidi was wet, but she wasn't ready to accept my entire cock into her at once. I shoved my cock into that tiny tight hole until I was in her balls deep. I wasn't going to take it easy on her. My balls tried to betray me a few times, but I held out for about 15 minutes of straight hard fucking in 3 positions. I fucked my sister hard and fast, slapping her ass and manhandling her tits, sticking my fingers into mom and having Heidi suck them clean. I fucked my cock with long strong strokes, pounding her pussy until she was groaning and panting. She couldn't help the words that slipped out. Most were moans and grunts, but over and over, whispered words escaped her. "Oh, yes. Fuck me. Fuck my pussy. Oh, Oh, Fuck me hard." Then her body betrayed her. Heidi let out a scream and her eyes rolled back as I felt warm wet girl cum drench my cock. I added my cum to hers seconds later. I have never been a noisy guy, and this was no exception. I just shot my cum into my sister with nothing more than a sigh. I slumped back into my chair and mom looked at me, wide eyed. "Clean her up." Mom started to pull Heidi up. "No, here. With your tongue." Mom looked confused, but started in without question. She licked my creampie out of my sister, running her tongue up and down Heidi's pussy lips, lapping up thick cum as it dripped out. She kept at it until Heidi couldn't take any more. Heidi looked up at me and I gestured toward my cock. Heidi immediately moved into position and cleaned my cock and balls with her tongue. "You came again." Heidi sheepishly looked up at me, her mouth filled with cock. She smiled a cute smile and I gave her a hard look. "There will be consequences." She tried hard to play the scared slut that knew she was in quicksand, but the smile actually grew at this news. I pushed her away. She popped back up and kissed my cock. "Release." She leaned up and kissed my cock again. Mom smiled. Mom went to the kitchen naked and began to clean up. Heidi wandered off in search of some of her old clothes to wear home. I stabbed the button on the remote. News came on and I blinked, confused. I looked at the clock and realized it was 11:00. We had been engaged in our activities for 5 hours, but it had felt like only minutes had passed. I began to understand some of dad's motivation for having others fuck his slut. These girls could probably go all night, and I had never done better than 4 times in one day. I was ready to sleep until Tuesday, and it was only Friday. A part of me thought I might be in over my head. Heidi came out in an old pair of ratty jeans and an old t shirt. She gave mom a kiss and a long embrace. She came over and sat on my lap. "I love you, brother. I always have." Heidi gave me a kiss that was as far from a brother and sister as you could possibly get. She kissed me like a lover, pressing her body into mine. I felt her tits under her shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra, and she pushed her tits into my hand. After a long kiss and embrace, she jumped up. "Bye, mom." Mom smiled. She finished up and took my hand. She walked me to her bedroom. "This is yours now. I'll sleep wherever you want me." I looked at the closet. She had moved my clothes in here while I had been gone. I took a long look at my mom. Her clear blue eyes sparkled. There were a few small wrinkles at the corner of her eyes, but other than that, she was unmarked. Her full tits were hanging proud and her hard nipples pointed straight ahead. Her body was toned and I felt her ass before putting my finger between her pussy lips, feeling her warm wet pussy. I took her hand and pulled her into bed with me. Mom played with my balls and sucked my cock. I rolled her over on her back and she spread her legs wide. After cumming twice already, I thought I'd last longer, but mom had skills. She matched me stroke for stroke, pulling me in deep. She groaned and fucked me hard, working her pussy over my cock. She was hot and wet and tight and she reached down and rubbed her clit just as I started to cum inside her. She felt me tighten and knew what was coming. "Oh, yes. Blow your balls out in me." She rubbed her clit hard as I emptied into her, and I felt her pussy spasm as a little orgasm hit her. She kissed me and I played with her tits. She looked in my eyes. Mom dropped down and licked my cock clean. "I had the best day today." I smiled and rolled over. My new role took a lot out of me. I felt her rub my back for a few seconds and I was fast asleep. When I woke the next morning, mom wasn't there. I slipped on a robe and went for coffee. I sat at the counter, thinking about the previous day. I made some plans for the weekend. I knew I had to stop in at the business. My work for the week was always done by noon on Friday, but I had made it a point to make an appearance on Saturday mornings. This was the best time to go over any details with my weekend manager, and it kept the part time staff on their toes. I went in and took a quick shower. I had time, so I dressed casually and went downstairs. Mom was on the treadmill, naked except for socks and tennis shoes. Her tits moved nicely through her strides, and her ass shook back and forth invitingly. I could feel my cock getting hard. I glanced over at the television and realized she wasn't in a foreign land. She had a porn movie in, and when I looked closer, I saw myself. Dad had several video cameras, and this one must have had a remote. Mom had obviously switched it on when she came out with Heidi. She was about halfway through, and I saw myself fucking my sister while mom rode her face. I cleared my throat and mom looked at me. She glanced down at the treadmill controls. Patriarch "May I finish, sir? I have 7 minutes." I nodded and went back upstairs. She came up, but it took more like 15 minutes. I realized she had showered, probably in the basement bathroom before coming to me. She wore a sheer nightgown, very sheer and fully open. "I released you last night." "Sir, when we are alone, I am at your service 24 hours a day. This slut is here for your pleasure. Would you like to beat or fuck your slut, sir?" Damn, she was well trained. I gestured her to me and she went to her knees, unzipping me and fishing out my cock. She kissed the head and looked up expectantly. I pointed at the table and she stood and dropped her robe. She didn't know what I wanted, so she prepared for either, bending forward over the table. Her ass was high and her face was down, her tits smashed flat on the table. Her legs were open wide and I could see her open pussy. I slipped off my shoes and slacks and stepped up behind her. I lined my cock up and drove into her with one thrust. Her pussy was wet and she took my full length easily. I pounded her pussy for several minutes and dumped my load in her. I stepped back and watched my cum drip down her leg. She didn't move. She hadn't even tried to get herself off. I realized that her reward was in serving, she got off on being used. "Clean me, slut." She was smiling as she licked me clean. She held out my slacks and I stepped into them. She zipped me up carefully and fastened my belt. She waited until I sat, and put on my socks and shoes. She looked me up and down approvingly. She picked up her gown and slipped it on. I got up to leave. "Sir, may I have permission to cum?" "No. Perhaps later." I saw a smile on her face as I left. She wanted me to delay her, to deny her until I was ready to release her. I wondered how long dad had made her hold out, being fucked and spanked and fingered, but never allowed to have an orgasm. When she was allowed to cum, it would probably be explosive. I turned back to her as an afterthought. "Have a surprise for me when I get home." She smiled again. I loved my mother, more and differently than I had before. I understood that her submission was pure, and that the strength of the relationship wasn't my dominance, but her submission. She was the one in control. In my car, I smiled to myself, wondering where this journey would lead. My Saturday routine was one of my favorite tasks of the week. This was the day that I wasn't tied to inventory, advertising, sales figures and projections, and the other issues of running a day to day operation. This was the day I gave myself to the people. I visited for a few minutes with every person in my business. They may have been going through the motions at times, but I saw genuine appreciation of my visits. People liked that I asked about their families, shook their hands, and worked a little business into the conversation. Whatever the reasons, the effect was evident. Saturday was our biggest day. Customers always walked away happy and I never heard of any problems or complaints over the weekend. I had this routine for over a year, and the people looked forward to the personal pep talk. I knew who needed a little extra attention this week. People that came to me or avoided me got a little extra attention. They approached me when they needed me and avoided me when they had an issue that needed to be brought to the surface. Many times, these were personal problems, but it didn't matter. I gave full weight to business or personal issues. One girl kept looking over at me and smiling. Dana was 22, with shoulder length blonde hair. She was a pretty girl, a bit on the short side, with a killer body, full natural boobs and a great ass. I don't play where I eat, so I avoided anything with her that would lead to a personal relationship. I thought about it many times though, and as I got to know her better, I wished she didn't work for me. She was a valuable member of my team, on a fast track to management. She was bright and sharp, always smiling and in good humor. If she didn't work there, I knew we'd be together. I smiled back. She was patient, and waited as I waded through the attention seekers and avoiders. When I got to her, she smiled a sweet smile and looked me in the eyes. "There is something different about you. I don't know what it is, but I like it." I smiled back at her and we made some small talk. I wondered if some part of my private life was bleeding over into my business life. I determined that probably wasn't it. She just saw something in me that wasn't there before. "New girlfriend." She said it more like a statement than a question. Part of my mind said 'yes, 4 of them in fact,' but I just shook my head. "No, nothing like that." She smiled and touched my arm, lightly flirting. "Well, whatever it is, I like it. If you want to share sometime, away from here, I'd love to talk." There it was. The opening every guy looks for, especially from a girl like this. I smiled and changed the subject. If she was disappointed, she never showed it. She just gave me a knowing smile as we parted. Before I left, I went to my office and cleared my computer memory. The conversation with Dana made me a little more aware, and although my office was secure and my pc password protected, I didn't want anyone accidentally discovering my research on master and slave relationships and the other things I had looked up. I got home around noon, feeling good. In a few hours, I got a lot done and seeing Jenn's car in the driveway put a smile on my face. After a quick fuck earlier, I was horny and ready for some action. I'm not sure what I was expecting, but it wasn't what I saw when I went in. Jenn was bent over in the same position I had fucked mom in earlier, but she was on the butcher block table. Well, she wasn't really on it, she was tied to it. Her naked ass was red, and mom had a ping pong paddle in her hand. Mom came over to me and smiled. "I'm sorry, sir. We started without you. My previous arrangement with my master was that I could use this slut when he was away. We haven't been together this way since..." Her voice trailed off. Since dad died. I knew what she meant. "You could have asked. You chose not to. I did ask for a surprise, but you are halfway between extremes, and you know it. There will be reprisals." She lowered her eyes. "I'm sorry sir. It will not happen again." I slapped her face. "Lies now, slut? You never take matters into your own hands. I pulled her face close to mine. Do we understand each other?" "Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir." She looked at the floor. I grabbed a handful of hair and pulled her over to the table. I pulled Jenn up by the hair and looked at her. She opened her mouth for any use I wanted. I spat in her mouth and dropped her head. I walked around my tied sister and ran my hands over her body. When I touched her red ass, I could feel the heat. She was hot and red from the beating and her pussy lips were red. I slipped 2 fingers into my big sister and finger fucked her for a few minutes as I pondered what to do with mom. She had overstepped her boundaries, and had probably done so on purpose. Jenn, securely tied down, did her best to wiggle her pussy against my fingers, trying to draw me in deeper. "Change places." Mom untied Jenn and took her place. Jenn seemed very pleased with this. She looked at me as she worked, seeking my approval. I sat unmoving on the stool, watching. When mom was securely tied down, I went to the bedroom. Since everyone was now in on the secret, it was an open secret, and there was no need to hide anything away. In my closet, I found all of the toys and items from the boxes, and a lot more. I picked up 2 whips and returned to the kitchen. I dragged the whips over mom's back and held them out to Jenn. "Your choice. She used you without permission. You have permission to return the favor." Jenn smiled a wicked smile. "May I fuck her, master?" I looked at mom, secured, shaking in anticipation. It was strange hearing my big sister address me like that. Mom had actually done me a favor by warming Jenn up for me. I wasn't going to have the same issues I had with Heidi the night before. "Sure, why not. Use the slut any way you want." These women were hungry. They had been forced by circumstances to step away from what they had craved. These 2, especially, didn't want to be eased in, they wanted to dive in with both feet. Jenn picked up a whip, the same one I had first used on mom. She hit mom hard, and where I stopped at 10 and landed the whip only on her ass, Jenn whipped her 20 times from the backs to her knees to her shoulders. Mom's back, legs and ass were crossed with red stripes. Jenn turned the whip around and shoved the handle roughly into mom's pussy. "Hold this for me." Jenn went down the hall toward her old bedroom. I looked at mom. She was getting pleasure from this treatment. Her ass wiggled at the leather shoved in her pussy. In that position, it looked like she had a horse tail. I almost laughed but kept my composure. Jenn came out strapping on a strange pair of panties. She put several items on the kitchen table. She looked at me. "Permission to cum, master?" I looked at mom. She was well secured and had been well whipped. A bead of juice from her own pussy was running down the inside of one leg. "Granted." Mom wiggled again at this. I saw why Jenn had asked. The panties were designed to hold a dildo, and there were several choices on the table. Jenn wanted to use one in particular, and needed my permission, since the design would undoubtedly make the wearer have an orgasm. The first was just a large dildo, about 9" long and pretty thick. The second had 2 cocks, one a little bigger than the first one, in length and girth, with another smaller one jutting out an inch or so from the big one. This was obviously so that the pussy and ass could be fucked at the same time. Jenn was going for the third choice. There were cocks on both sides. One was bigger than either of the others, and a much bigger one on the other side. This one had button knobs on either side of the cocks, and fucking would rub the knobs directly on the clit on both sides. Mom couldn't see any of this. Jenn pulled aside her harness panties and slipped the big cock in her pussy. She worked it in and out a few times before shoving it all the way in. She worked the huge cock through the hole in front, securing it to the harness. She pulled the straps on the sides tight, gasping as the inside cock was forced further into her and the rubber knob made contact with her slit. She wiggled against the cock, obviously enjoying the effect, and finally stood up. Mom jumped when the huge cock head came in contact with the entrance to her tight hole. Jenn worked the head up and down a few times and pressed against mom's lips until the head popped into her. "Fuck." Mom gasped as the huge cock spread her lips open. Jenn had a crazy smile as she started working more cock into the tight pussy of her mother. She backed out and pushed in over and over, driving more and more cock in, succeeding in also driving the other end into her own pussy. Mom let out a moaning scream as Jenn finally was clit to clit with her mother, just a thin strip of the leather harness separating them. Jenn backed out and started a rhythm, fucking both of them with the big cocks. Mom's pussy was impossibly stretched open, her pussy lips gripping the huge dildo. Jenn was fucking herself as well, the rubber knobs banging and massaging her clit with every thrust. Her head was back and her eyes closed as she climbed toward her own orgasm. Mom was being fucked into total submission, her eyes open wide and her mouth open, now making quieter noises, but still letting a little scream out every time the huge dildo assaulted her pussy. I watched Jenn's ass as it tightened for each thrust of her hips forward. She was enjoying fucking mom, opening her over and over, and I could see that the insides of both of their thighs were wet with their own juices. I could also see Jenn's asshole flex with her fucking motion. Her hands squeezed mom's ass for leverage. The leather straps of the harness ran around her waist, down the center of each ass cheek and between her legs. If I wanted, I could have stepped up and fucked her ass as she fucked mom. Just as I thought of doing that, Jenn slowed and screamed as she had a massive orgasm. Her legs were shaking so much that she nearly fell back, and the huge head of the dildo popped out of mom with an audible pop. Mom's pussy gaped open, looking like it would never be the same. Jenn fell back into one of the big kitchen chairs, still shaking and breathing hard. She looked funny with the big cock hanging in front of her, shiny from mom's pussy. Mom's breathing was heavy and her sweaty tits heaved as she breathed in, gasping. Her eyes were still wide. I could tell by the flush across her cheeks and chest that she had also cum. I had to pull her head up by her hair to see all of this. After Jenn pulled out of her, mom's head just slumped forward, hanging and unmoving. Jenn had fucked her harder and deeper than I ever could. I watched Jenn unhook herself from the device, pulling the thick dildo out of her own pussy. Her pussy wasn't gaped open as much as mom's, but I could see right into it, fully open and exposed. She absently ran her fingers over her clit. I thought about a feature I saw my big sister do a few days ago, a television story about seniors in an elder care facility. I smiled thinking what they would think if they saw her like this. Her hair was clinging to her sweaty forehead. I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her off the chair onto her knees. She knew what I wanted, but before she took out my cock, she looked up at me with a look I had never seen in her, but I was certain that dad had. "Thank you, master." Her look was submission and love and gratitude and perhaps a little fear. She took out my cock and kissed it. She began a slow suck, drawing my cock in her mouth and slowly sliding her tongue around the head. I looked over at mom. I pulled away from Jenn's mouth. "Untie her." Jenn's look was disappointment, but she was quick to obey, freeing mom's hands and feet. Mom rubbed her wrists where the ropes had bitten into her skin as she thrashed when the huge phallus entered her. For all of her abuse, she was smiling. I picked her up and sat her down on the butcher block. She opened her legs and ran her fingers over her clit and looked down at her gaping pussy. I told her to lean back. Her head went back, and she leaned back on her hands. I slapped her tits a few times. I pulled Jenn up to her feet and pointed at mom's open pussy. "Take off your rings." I took Jenn's hand and squeezed a generous amount of lube onto it. She didn't get it and I looked at mom's pussy. Realization washed over Jenn's face. I walked behind mom and pulled her hair farther back. Her chest was up and out and I held her hair as I put my lips to hers. As the deep kiss started, I reached around with my other hand and pulled on her nipples hard. I could feel her gasp into my mouth as Jenn started working her hand into mom's open pussy. Mom groaned into my mouth as more of Jenns hand disappeared into mom's hole. With her other hand, Jenn worked mom's clit. The added wetness made the last, and widest part of Jenn's hand slip in, and her whole hand was in mom up to the wrist. Mom began to groan and pant and cum. After being fucked by the big dildo, it didn't take long for mom to again climb toward orgasm. She tried to stop it, but as Jenn fist fucked her and rubbed her clit, she was too far gone. She opened her mouth, perhaps to ask permission, but I lowered my mouth over hers again. The next time my fingers pinched her nipples, she let out a scream and gushed all over her daughter's hand. Mom had never squirted before, and later told us she thought she had broken something. Jenn laughed at her. I gave the women instructions. Mom sucked my cock for a few minutes while Jenn went to get me a drink. After sending them off to shower and refresh themselves, I told my mother to clean up. I told Jenn to get in the bedroom and mom to sleep elsewhere as her punishment for cumming without permission. Mom looked disappointed, but tried hard not to show it. "I'm going to fuck my sister. I'll expect you to come in about an hour from now and clean us." A little smile played across her face. Jenn was sitting on the bed when I came into the bedroom. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I dragged her off the bed by her nipple and put her on her knees on the floor. My sister had nice full c cup tips with pink puffy nipples. The sight of them made me hard, just as it had when she sat opposite me on my bed when we had talked as teens. "You need to learn your place." "But, I..." I slapped her hard. She winced and looked at the floor. "The pets are not allowed on the furniture unless I invite them. They also don't talk back. This is your only warning." "Yes, master." "Undress me." She removed each item carefully. When she pulled off my boxers, I walked naked into the kitchen. I walked up to mom and pressed my cock against her ass, hugging her from behind. I squeezed her tits as I hugged her, feeling her nipples get hard in my hand. "Permission, sir." "Speak." "Thank you, sir." She turned in my arms and pressed her nipples to my chest. "That was intense. I loved it and I love you." She embraced me for a second longer, and went back to work. I returned to the bedroom and found Jenn on her knees. After a year off, I knew I'd face a few challenges to bring my little harem back in line. I steeled myself for the task at hand. I crawled into bed and positioned myself in the center, on my back. "Come." Jenn scrambled up. She sat on her knees, waiting for orders. I said nothing, gesturing toward my cock. She began to suck me. She was a skilled cock sucker. She sucked my balls and looked up at me, either looking for a reaction or seeking approval. Instead of giving her one, I positioned her on her knees and took her from behind. Her pussy had regained some of the tightness, but wasn't quite there. Even so, it felt good. I knew I wouldn't be able to cum without trying a few positions, and I just didn't feel like working at it. I pulled my cock out and positioned myself at my sister's ass. She breathed in sharply, and I pressed forward, feeling the head pop into her ass. I worked a little more cock into her ass, and I heard her wince. I pressed forward again. I pulled out and dipped my fingers into her pussy, rubbing her cum on her ass and my cock. I entered again, and she seemed to relax. I began fucking her ass with long, deep strokes. I kept her in the same position, fucking her tight ass over and over, until I felt ready to cum. I slammed myself forward one last time and shot my cum into her ass. Jenn sighed as she felt me tighten and shoot into her. She stayed in place as I backed away, and I watched my cum drip from her ass, down over her pussy. She seemed to like this part the best. After a few minutes, I got out of bed and went into the kitchen. It was still early, and I decided to spend a quiet evening. Mom was buzzing around, still naked, pulling things out to make dinner. I told mom I had changed my mind. I decided to send Jenn home and spend the evening relaxing with mom. After telling mom my plans, her face lit up and I went in to tell Jenn. My sister was both relieved and disappointed. She really wanted me to keep her. She had been without a master since dad, and she craved the submission. She also had plans tonight for work, but she didn't want to make the choice between work and her master. My releasing her resolved her conflict, and she was grateful.