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Family Enslaved

Copyright 2007 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for adults
only.
Story Codes: F/F, F/M, Incest, FemDom, BDSM, Humil, Spanking


Family Enslaved by Rache
Ch.3 : Mistress-Daughter


My brother Jim and his wife Cheryl were joining us for dinner again
that evening, as they were for all three nights of my short visit
home. The conversation was somewhat more subdued than he might have
expected and that was understandable, at least to me. I'd played the
Dominant for both my mother and father now, exposed their long secret
desires for me, and positioned myself as their Mistress-Daughter.

My brother couldn't know any of that, of course, nor even suspect it,
but he felt some of their tension, I thought. That was the problem
with secrets, they were unnatural to us, unhealthy in my family and I
had sense enough to realize my father was unhappy withholding the
truth from his wife. I thought I detected some guilt in him, pangs of
conscience which only endeared the man to me all the more.

My mother handled herself somewhat better, but she'd been dreaming of
being my slave, while my father had merely dreamed of fucking me. Mom
was burdened with guilt less than she was saddled with desire. She
didn't shower me with attention, but mom was certainly focused on me,
sitting close and watching me as Jim and I carried the main of our
dinner conversation.

I wondered if their fantasies had ever extended to my brother. I had a
hard time imagining my dad sexually interested in James, but I'd seen
much stranger things than that in my young life. My mom could
certainly have had fantasies about fucking her son. He was a good
looking man, tall with broad shoulders and a tapering waist. Strong
and healthy and handsome in the face beneath his short brown hair and
soft brown eyes.

I wouldn't have minded fucking him myself, actually, which was a new
thought and guaranteed to make me excited as I sat across from him at
the dinner table. Cheryl was beside him, his lovely new bride, ripe
with her pregnancy just eight weeks along. It was a pleasant fantasy
and I did try to share it with him, staring into my brother's eyes as
we spoke about his new career, smiling softly and nodding. It wasn't a
true seduction, it was just attention the way a woman will give it to
a man she's sexually interested in, and truthfully I don't think my
brother really noticed.

That was only mildly disappointing.

Cheryl and I were alone in the kitchen, everyone else on the back lawn
enjoying the warm summer evening. We'd insisted that my mother take a
rest after she'd prepared our dinner and this gave Cheryl and me a
chance to talk.

"Your brother's quite a man, isn't he?" Cheryl asked me, but I caught
her tone and it wasn't really a question.

She'd seen the look I'd given Jim and understood it immediately, which
surprised me for some reason, although I'm not sure why. I suppose
it's because I'd imagined Cheryl to be the docile housewife, barefoot
and pregnant. She was pretty, true, and even intelligent with a dry
wit, but so perceptive? I hadn't been doing anything provocative, just
looking, and I wondered why she'd picked up on that.

Either she was a jealous woman, or she'd been hurt in the past;
probably both, I thought. She didn't trust Jim around anyone it
seemed. And it was interesting that she'd picked up my interest, but
hadn't come right out with a condemnation of it. That would have
seemed a more natural reaction, I thought. Most people would find even
the suggestion of incestuous curiosity distasteful. Normal people.

"I love him." I smiled at her innocently. The last thing I wanted was
my brother's wife for an enemy. I wanted very much to be her friend.

"I can tell." Cheryl was trying to pick a fight, her voice tainted
with just enough sarcasm that I'd get the point, but not so much she
couldn't deny it if she had to.

The woman was baiting me and wasn't angry with her, just disappointed
more than anything else. Something was bothering her, something other
than me and my incestuous blue eyes fixed deliberately on her man.
Cheryl should have been confiding in me. Instead she was blaming me
for doing nothing more than finding Jim attractive. That was hardly a
crime in my opinion, but I wasn't my brother's wife either.

"What's wrong, Cheryl?" I asked her gently, pausing as I dried the
dishes and looking at the woman.

She looked at me sharply, perhaps thinking I'd taken up her challenge,
but when Cheryl saw my face she knew I was only concerned for her. The
realization made her blush slightly and she was perhaps chiding
herself inwardly for being so foolish. Her hostility disappeared
suddenly, as if it had never existed, and that was a symptom of
something, but I wasn't sure what. Depression maybe?

"I'm sorry...I..." Cheryl gave me a wan smile.

"It's okay." I said seriously, "You can tell me." I put a hand on her
shoulder, trying to reassure her.

Something was bothering Cheryl, that much was immediately clear, but
she'd been hiding it well. The young twenty year old needed to tell
someone because that too is the nature of secrets, they aren't really
very good if someone else doesn't know. Keeping whatever was wrong
bottled up could only make it worse, she was smart enough to know
that.

"I think..." She took a deep breath, turning her hazel eyes away for a
moment and then bringing them back to look up into mine.

"What is it?" I nodded slowly.

"I think Jim is cheating on me." Cheryl said and then her whole body
seemed to sag, like she was tired of holding herself up and now that
she'd said it, Cheryl could let herself relax finally.

"I see." I narrowed my eyes a little, trying to understand why my
brother would do that.

He was fresh out of college, where he'd met Cheryl. I wasn't sure how
long they'd dated, but they'd been married six months already, and the
woman was pregnant with their child. My brother and his wife were
still newlyweds really, and she wasn't unattractive by any means, they
made a very lovely couple. I just couldn't see a reason for Jim
wanting to fool around in those circumstances. But maybe there was no
reason, we each have our faults, and Jim's logic might make sense only
to himself.

It could also be that Cheryl was mistaken. She was a new wife and
pregnant for the first time. And she was worried about changing,
probably. Gaining weight, getting a big tummy, swollen breasts,
stretch marks and all that happy stuff. Not to mention the hormonal
changes, the chemicals in her head getting out of balance as she tried
to cope with the biology of it. Cheryl could imagine all sorts of bad
things as her self-confidence was challenged.

I never wanted to get pregnant, personally. I'd leave that for Katrina
when the time came and play the role of sympathetic male. I wasn't
definitely not mommy material.

We sat down then; the dishes could wait and this was much more
important. I liked Cheryl and I thought she liked me, despite her
warranted paranoia about my love for my brother, which she was willing
to forgive and forget. He was my brother, after all, and her
perceptions may have been wrong.

"I don't really know for sure." Cheryl spoke softly, sitting close to
me and touching her flat stomach subconsciously.

"But you suspect something." I nodded. "Has he..." I made an apologetic
gesture, "...cheated on you before?"

"Jim?" Cheryl frowned. "No, I don't think so, but he had girls, a lot
of girls, before me. I know that."

"Yeah." I smiled slightly. "He always had a lot of girlfriends."

"I know." Cheryl pursed her lips. "I've met some of them, by accident,
you know."

"Really?" I looked a her, not quite understanding.

"I mean, we'll be in a restaurant, or at the mall, and a woman will
say hi to him." Cheryl shrugged. "He'll introduce us, you know Jim,
he's a nice guy so...I have to smile and listen to them for a minute,
catching up."

I nodded thoughtfully. Cheryl wasn't from our city, she'd grown up in
a smaller town and so I hadn't appreciated some of the difficulties
she'd faced moving here with Jim. Meeting her husband's old flames
couldn't have helped settle her in very much, I was sure. No woman
wants to be reminded that she wasn't her husband's first and only
love. I knew some of those girls too, I'd been a couple years ahead of
them in high school, and they could be real catty bitches, a few of
them.

"Maybe I'm just...Scared." Cheryl laughed weakly and she looked so
pretty sitting there, so small and vulnerable suddenly. She was going
to cry.

"Hey, come on." I stood up, moving close to Cheryl as she sat there. I
put my arms around her shoulders, hugging her as her own arms
encircled my waist.

That was what she needed, a real friend, some genuine warmth and
compassion from someone who cared, that was the biggest thing. Cheryl
cried a little, but for herself I think more than any real
disappointment with Jim, or anger or anything like that. And it wasn't
self-pity, it wasn't a bad cry, it was just a release and a welcome
one.

I held her for a long while like that, stroking her shoulders and
back, kissing her silky auburn hair as a sister should, and feeling
her flushed cheeks against my tummy. I didn't know if my brother was
cheating on Cheryl or not, but I did make the woman a silent promise
to find out. My personal opinions on fidelity notwithstanding, the
woman didn't deserve or need such doubts at that point in her life.

An hour before I couldn't have cared less if James fucked around. I
might even have found it amusing, but not anymore. It's funny how
quickly our opinions can change.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Hey." I smiled at my brother, catching him alone finally.

It was an hour after Cheryl's little cry and she was feeling better,
sitting in the family room with my parents. They would be going home
soon as it was approaching nine o'clock already. None of them were in
the habit of staying up late, a fact which made me very happy I lived
in Vegas.

I didn't usually get out of bed until eight at night.

"Hi." Jim looked down at me as I cornered him against the wall. We
were in the hallway just outside the upstairs bathroom.

"We haven't had a chance to talk, have we?" I said quietly.

I was standing close to him, close enough so my braless breasts were
very nearly rubbing the man's chest. I was wearing an old college
sweatshirt, soft fleece and not oversized the way they usually are,
this one was smaller and tight around my tits and Jim couldn't help
but notice.

"Uh, not really." He chuckled softly and licked his lips. "How have
you been?"

"Shut up!" I laughed. "Seriously though, can we have lunch tomorrow?
I'll come by the station."

"Uh, sure." Jim shrugged. "How about I meet you someplace? I know a
good..."

"No, Jim...I want to see where you work!" I twisted my hips, swinging my
breasts back and forth slightly and he was trying not to stare. "I'll
come by around eleven, okay?"

"Okay." He swallowed hard and then laughed. "I'll give you the tour,
but there isn't much to, uh...Not much to see, sis."

"Oh, I'm sure there's a lot more going on there than most people
think." I giggled, really teasing him hard and he was plainly confused
by it.

"Have you been in the sherry again?" He grinned at me, reminding me of
the time my best friend and I had gotten drunk after school one day
when I was fifteen.

"Not me." I shook my head. "I'm a tequila girl, Jim."

"Ah, tequila." He nodded like that made sense.

"I like to eat the worm." I laughed.

"Uhhh...Okay, Susan." He made a face. "What's up? What did I do?"

We'd been very close growing up, my brother and me, and being
separated the past few years hadn't really hurt our relationship.
There'd never been anything sexual about it, at least on my part,
except for the one kiss I'd given him. I'm sure all brothers and
sisters do that though, just once in an unguarded moment of happy
curiosity.

I'd been almost 18 years old and Jim 16 then, and we'd kissed. A real
one, a deep French kiss and it had made us both laugh nervously and
blush a little and we'd never taken it farther. I hadn't even
considered it. It had been a kiss, that's all; just an experiment and
it hadn't hurt us in any way, or driven us to uncontrollable
incestuous lust. Far from it, that one kiss had told me all I needed
to know, Jim was my brother and I loved him, but not like that. Not
right then.

And now here I was teasing him like an old girlfriend and he knew it
was a tease. Jim knew there was a reason for it because he understood
me well enough to know that I liked to use my sexuality as a weapon,
even with him. I'd done it before and there was no promise in it, not
even a suggestion really. It was just a way to make him uncomfortable
and vulnerable, distracted so that he'd be unprepared for what I
really wanted to ask. It was my personal version of a lie detector and
it worked amazingly well.

But now he was suspicious and I rolled my eyes, wishing that he didn't
know me so well. My questions would have to wait for the next day and
I'd try something different. I wouldn't just come out with it, ask Jim
if he was cheating on his wife, although I'd probably be able to tell
if he was lying anyway. That just wasn't fun enough. It was so much
better to make a game of it for that was a part of my nature, for
better or worse.

I liked to manipulate people.

"Make love to your wife tonight." I told my brother. "She needs you."

"Uh-huh." He sighed. "What did she say?"

"She's just lonely, a little confused." I said seriously. "She's
pregnant, Jim. She's...A little insecure about it."

"Yeah, I know." He nodded. "I'll talk to her."

"Don't talk to her." I laughed. "Just make her feel good. Make her
special, okay?"

"She is special." Jim smiled at me.

"Well. Then we're agreed." I nodded, giving my loose black hair a
little toss.

"Thanks, Susan."

"Just doing my sisterly duty." I giggled, letting James hold me in a
soft hug for a long minute.

It felt nice, real nice and I rubbed his back as my breasts pressed
against his chest. My nipples were hard and I felt a little tremble in
my tummy and I suddenly wished I'd fucked him all those years ago,
just once, just so I'd know how it felt making love to my own brother.
And that wicked thought warmed me nicely all over so that I took a
deep breath when Jim let me go.

It was a hypocrisy, I know, considering my professed concern for
Cheryl, but he was my brother. My blood. And it was all just in my
head. I wasn't fucking him, not yet.

I looked in his eyes, but I couldn't tell what he was thinking and I
tried to discern if I'd felt Jim's penis hard against me or not, but I
hadn't noticed anything and so I felt some small pang of
disappointment. A girl could get used to this incest thing; I smiled,
thinking of my parents waiting for us downstairs. My brother may or
may not have been interested in me, but at least I knew my mother and
father were. That was enough for the moment.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Let's play a game." I said lightly.

My brother had left twenty minutes before, taking Cheryl home and soon
making love to her, I hoped. My parents and I were sitting in the
family room, which was where we lived really. It was large and
overcrowded with books and photographs and the everyday things which
make up twenty years of family life. My parents had bought that house
when I was three and I'd known no other until I'd left for college.

"A game?" My father grunted, holding a tumbler of scotch. He didn't
drink a lot, but he had a glass once in awhile and he'd been nursing
it for some time.

"What do you mean, Susan?" My mom licked her lips.

"It's called 'I have a secret', mom." I smiled. "And it's very easy."

"I'm a little too old for games, honey." My dad chuckled and swallowed
the rest of his drink.

"Not for this one." I promised him. "I'll start."

"Uh..." My dad shrugged and put his glass down on the end table near his
leather recliner. Mom and I were sitting together on the sofa.

"I have a secret." I giggled. "I'm bisexual, Daddy. I have a
girlfriend named Katrina and I love her, very much..."

"Susan, you don't have to..." My dad cleared his throat.

"...and I wanted to bring her here to meet you both." I gave a little
sigh. "But Katrina was worried about how you guys might react."

"You should have!" My mom smiled at me, touching my knee. "We'd love
to meet her, wouldn't we?"

Mom was looking at my dad and I knew she'd be happy, this wasn't a
secret from her. It was my father's reaction I was interested in and I
turned to see him shifting uncomfortably in his chair.

"I guess if uh, well..." His brown eyes were soft. "I've never tried to
tell you what to do, Susan, it's your life and..."

"You're not disappointed, dad?" I asked him.

"No." He forced himself to smile. "I guess there's no wedding bells
though, huh?"

"There might be." I laughed. "There's a chapel in Vegas that does same
sex weddings. Not legal or anything, but it's what's in the heart that
counts, right?"

I did feel a little bad as I realized how much my dad would have
enjoyed seeing me married properly to a handsome man. I couldn't
change who I was though, not even for him, and he was a good father,
he understood that, I think. We'd have more to discuss about this, I
was sure, but for now it was enough to tell my father and let him mull
it over for a bit. He and I would talk again and I knew dad would
support me, but I wanted him to be comfortable with it. It was
important to me.

"That would be wonderful, dear." My mom was all smiles, very nearly
fawning over me and she was trying hard to contain her desire to call
me Mistress.

"Your turn, mom." I turned to face her. "Tell us a secret."

"W-What?" She giggled nervously and glanced at my dad.

"I told you it's a game. I went first, now you get to go." I smiled at
the look on her face. "It's okay, Daddy's going to have his turn too."

I glanced at my father and he was looking both interested and a little
concerned and I had the feeling he was tempted to walk out of our
little drama. That would ruin everything though so I narrowed my eyes
at him, turning the corners of my mouth down and he couldn't miss my
meaning. Daddy wasn't going anyplace without my permission.

"I uh..." My mom was pale and looking at her husband. "...I have a
secret."

"Mmmm-Hmmm..." I stroked her bare leg beneath the dress she was still
wearing.

She'd changed after we came home, putting on a simple summer dress,
all yellow and sunny. It was very attractive on her. She'd made
herself up for dinner as well, brushed her brown hair so it was
straight and silky to her shoulders, a little makeup, just enough to
make her beautiful.

I felt somewhat shabby by comparison. I'd let my long black hair
loose, thrown on that small sweatshirt and a pair of old jeans, worn
through the knees and super-comfortable. I looked anything but a
Dominatrix and that was amusing in its own way, simply because I was
very much in control of the situation. That just proved the point;
it's who you are inside that really counts. Inside I was Mistress
Susan to the both of them and it mattered very little how I was
dressed at that moment.

"I...I'm Susan's...Mistress Susan's...Slave." My mom blinked, as if she'd
just surprised herself with the admission and she was looking at my
father.

"Very good, Slave-Mommy." I clapped my hands.

"What?" My dad breathed and it occurred to me that I might have set
him up for a heart attack, that was a terrible thought and I looked at
him quickly, but Daddy was fine. He was just in a little bit of shock,
I thought.

"Doesn't that feel better, Slave-Mommy?" I asked without looking at
her, caressing her thigh and sliding my hand high, beneath her skirt.

"Mistress, yesssss...." My mom hissed softly and I knew she was excited,
confessing to my father our relationship. It was something she craved,
and I knew that if I looked at her I'd see my mother's face pink with
humiliation.

"Tell your husband what we did today." I commanded her, watching my
father's eyes widen as he began to understand what it was we were
saying.

"Mistress, I don't..." Mom protested weakly, but only for the sake of
appearance, I thought. She wanted to tell my dad everything, but
wanted me to take the responsibility. It was a fair trade.

"Do you want me to punish you in front of my dad, Slave-Mommy?" I
turned to stare into her sweet brown eyes and mom shook her head.
"Then tell him. Everything."

We listened as my mother told my dad what we'd done in detail, leaving
nothing out. She recounted taking off her panties in the restaurant
and giving them to the waiter. How I'd made her undress for me in that
hotel room and clamped her clitoris and nipples before fingering her
to orgasm.

"Mistress then had me...Lick her, worship her beautiful pussy with my
mouth until I drank her...her cum." My mom was breathing heavily, her
entire body damp with sweat and flushed with excitement.

My hand was on her pussy while mom spoke, rubbing her lightly through
her soft panties. It was her reward and a demonstration for my father,
so he could see with his own eyes what his wife was explaining.

"I made love to my Mistress-Daughter all afternoon." My mother stared
at my dad, at her husband. "It was something I dreamed of for so...So
many years and today I did it."

"I can't..." My dad was shaking his head and his blue eyes were dark. "...
What are we doing?"

My mom looked down, frightened then and unwilling to see her husband's
reaction. She'd committed incest with her own daughter, and enjoyed
confessing it, even as she was enjoying my fingers playing across her
humid cunt. She had her legs spread for me, with only her thin cotton
skirt giving us some semblance of modesty, but it was obvious what I
was doing with her and had been for some time.

"Your turn, dad." I smiled at him. "Tell us a secret."

"This is, uh, we're not like this." He laughed mirthlessly. "This
isn't who...What, we are. Is it?"

He was looking at me and I stood up then, leaving my mother to sit
alone and watch us for a moment. My dad needed me, it was the guilt
from the night before catching up with him suddenly. There was concern
in his eyes, mostly for me I thought, but for all of us really. This
wasn't the American dream, this incestuous affair between a daughter
and her parents. This was something forbidden and taboo and he was
afraid of it.

"This is exactly who we are, Slave-Daddy." I whispered, spreading my
legs and straddling his thighs so I could sit on his lap. "No more
lies. No more secrets. Look at me."

My dad was breathing hard and he'd put his hands on my hips more out
of reflex than anything else. I'd sat on his lap a thousand times, a
million times growing up, but never like this. He could have me now,
the way he'd always wanted to. I'd give myself to him, but he had to
overcome his guilt and accept his desires.

"I love you." My dad said, looking at me as I pressed my ass down,
feeling his penis hard beneath me.

"I love you too, Slave-Daddy." I had my lips to his ear, my breasts
against his chest. "Now tell Slave-Mommy our secret...Tell her
everything.

I was taking advantage of him, I knew, and some small part of me
rebelled at that. I was taking his decision away from him, at least in
part, and it wasn't fair. But I rationalized it with the knowledge
that he did yearn for me. He loved me and not only as a daughter, but
as a woman, and I liked that too much to let it go. I was selfish with
him, with my mother as well, but that's in my nature and I won't
apologize for it.

"The dream..." My dad said slowly, looking around me at my mother. "...the
one I told you about this morning, it wasn't uh...It wasn't Cheryl in my
dream..."

"Cheryl?" I giggled. "You broke your promise, didn't you Slave-Daddy?"

He was supposed to have told my mother about what we'd done the night
before in his study, but explained it to her as a dream. It was
apparent that dad had told his wife at least some of it, much of it in
fact, but had substituted Cheryl in my place. That was rather
interesting and I wondered exactly what that meant, if anything other
than the fact he hadn't wanted to confess his incestuous desires.

"Yes, Mistress." My dad said softly, accepting his role finally.

"The dream you had was...Real?" My mom asked, "Is that what you're
saying?"

"Uh..." My dad groaned as I rocked my ass on his cock, trapped and
throbbing in his trousers. "Yes, last night, Sus...Mistress Susan and I,
we...She had me undress for her and..."

I dry fucked my dad slowly while he spoke, telling my mother
everything that had transpired between us. It gave me the same thrill
I'd gotten fingering my mother while she'd confessed. Hearing his
voice and rubbing my moist sex, burning beneath the tightly stretched
crotch of my jeans, grinding myself against my father's lap. She was
watching us, my mother, and knowing that I shared that same
relationship with both of them.

"Undress for me." I commanded after my father had finished, standing
now between them. "Stand up, slaves, and take off your clothes. Don't
be shy."

My parents had been married over twenty-five years and it was amusing
to see them suddenly reticent with each other. They weren't angry, how
could they be? They were more embarrassed, I thought, self-conscious
at their recent confessions and more than a little shocked to find
that the person they were closest too shared those same incestuous
desires. They'd never suspected each other of that and would have
tried very hard to deny it, if they hadn't seen it for themselves.

I felt rather like a marriage councilor just then.

My mother moved first, being the more submissive of my parents. She'd
been practicing BDSM in her mind for years and this was literally a
dream come true for her. My father was new to this, only recently
awakened, but he had the interest, we both knew that much. He was
willing to play, possibly in part because it did seem to absolve him
of some responsibility. He was just doing as he was told, or so the
rationale goes, and I wasn't going to ruin it for him. I'd take all
the blame if he wanted.

My mother was naked quickly, having only her dress, panties and bra to
remove. Her dark nipples were erect and her swollen pussy lips were
inviting as they fell low beneath her glistening pink sex. And her
clitoris, of course; my mother had a magnificent sex. Everything about
it was oversized somehow and I found it very beautiful.

"Don't touch your cunt, Slave-Mommy." I stared at her. "Put your hands
behind your back and keep them there."

"Mistress, yes." She did as I told her, sucking her top lip and
watching my father as he removed his trousers.

A minute later my dad was naked, his penis semi-hard now, bending
outward and pointing down, the head and shaft wet with precum from the
attention I'd given him earlier. He was red faced and embarrassed, but
he didn't try to cover himself at least, he only looked down and
waited.

"What did I tell you about that cock, Slave-Daddy?" I stepped close
and gave it a playful slap so that he winced, but not from pain.

"It must always be, uh...Hard." He breathed. "Mistress."

"So why isn't it?" I stared at him. "Look at me when I'm talking to
you!"

"I'll make it hard, Mistress." He said, reaching for his penis.

"Too late for that, Slave-Daddy. Step over here...Right there, put
your hands on the coffee table..."

I had him bent over with his legs slightly spread, his palms on the
short table near the sofa. My mother was nearby, her breasts rising
and falling rapidly as she watched me punish and humiliate her
husband.

"When you disobey me, Slave-Daddy, you'll be punished." I told him.
"Do you understand that?"

"Yes Mistress." My dad answered.

"Both of you?" I looked at my mother.

"Mistress, yes." She answered immediately in a husky voice. I wondered
briefly if she could cum just standing there, without any sort of
physical stimulation. My mom looked very close to orgasm and I smiled
at her.

"Here we go." I pulled my father's belt from his discarded trousers,
doubling it over in my right fist.

I thought about giving my father a safe word then, but I was resolved
not to take him very far in any event. My mother I could push, I was
certain of that, but my father wasn't ready for anything but light
BDSM at best and I didn't want to rush him. I didn't want to spoil it
in any way. I wanted to make it good for him, interesting and just
exciting enough to make him want more.

Fear was a better tool for that than pain and so I played with that.

"This will be our punishment device tonight, slaves." I walked around,
slapping the thin leather strap against my left palm. "Kiss it before
I whip you, Slave-Daddy."

I lowered the belt to the coffee table, so that it lay between his
hands and he was looking down at it. He gave me a little shiver and
slowly let himself down until his lips could touch the belt. I pulled
it away then, moving to his side.

"Is your cock hard yet?" I asked lightly, reaching down to grab my
father's penis and it was a little harder perhaps, but not fully
erect.

"N-No, Mistress." My dad sighed.

"I don't think you love me anymore, Slave-Daddy." I gave him my own
theatrical sigh. "Perhaps you'll love me more after a dozen lashes.
Count out loud for us, Slave-Mommy."

I took my place just behind and to the left of my father's vulnerable
ass and swung the belt with a carefully measured stroke.

SLAP! "Mistress, One!" My mother said.

SLAP! "Mistress two!" Mom was panting now and it was nice. She was
enjoying this very much, seeing her husband whipped with his own belt,
punished by his own daughter.

I didn't spank him hard, but it sounded very loud and he was overly
sensitive to it anyway. My father was shaking and small beads of
perspiration broke out along his back as he arched his spine, tensing
his body against the expected blows. I kept a steady pace as well, not
very fast, but consistent. I wasn't trying to surprise him, this was
the very easiest of punishments, a fact he'd only appreciate later,
after he'd become more experienced.

SLAP! "Mistress twelve!" My mom gasped and her knees were weak.

She was close and if I touched her clit I knew she'd explode with
pleasure. I'd had no idea my mom was so orgasmic and I almost envied
her that, but it was a small torture to be on edge that way for so
long. I very much wished I'd had a chastity belt with me, a device
that would have isolated her sex completely from even accidental
stimulation.

My dad's ass was red now, but hardly blistered. There were no welts,
no abrasions of any sort. It was just red and hot beneath my hand as I
rubbed his buttocks slowly, savoring the feel of his well-turned
virgin flesh. It was the first time he'd been spanked with a belt in
almost forty years probably.

"What do you say after I punish you, Slave-Daddy?" I asked him
reasonably.

It took a few seconds, but he got it. "Thank you, Mistress."

"My pleasure." I giggled. "I hope you're hard for me now."

I reached down and clucked my tongue. His cock was hard for me, the
belt had worked a little magic after all and I stroked his penis for a
moment, rewarding him for proving his devotion to me.

"Yessss...Mistress." Daddy went onto his toes as I gave his penis a
squeeze, collecting his precum on my fingers and smearing it along his
thick hot shaft.

"Ohhh...God!" My mother moaned and I looked at her, my father as well,
turning his head, and we watched as my mom had her orgasm finally.

I didn't know if she'd touched herself, or rubbed her thighs together,
or if it was just a sudden cool breeze, but something had set her off
and it was quite surprising to all of us I think. My mother most of
all as she sat down quickly on the sofa, giving herself up completely
and digging her fingers against her spasming sex.

There was no point in punishing her right then, unfortunately. She was
shaking like a leaf, with her head tilted back, mouth gaping, and
thrusting with her hips while she rubbed her enlarged clit with one
hand and fingered her pussy with the other.

My father was breathing heavily then, and not from his spanking, but
from seeing his wife in the throes of a powerful climax. I seriously
doubted they'd ever watched each other masturbate, which was too bad.
Mutual masturbation was one of life's simple pleasures, in my opinion,
and I always liked watching Katrina get herself off, just as I'd
enjoyed watching some of my old boyfriends jerk off for me.

I wondered how two people so much in love could live together for so
long, and know so little about one another. It made me wonder what
they talked about in bed every night. The electric bill? Buying a new
car? How good dinner was? It was beyond me and if incest was wrong, if
this was a terrible thing we were doing, I didn't see it. My parents
needed me and I was very glad that we'd discovered ourselves this way.

"Enjoy yourself, Slave-Mommy." I told her with a soft chuckle. "You're
going to pay dearly for that little cum."

Behind me, my father offered what I heard as a sweet and contented
moan of pleasure. He was looking forward to seeing his wife punished
apparently.

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