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Subject: {ASSM} Family Enslaved Ch.4 by Rachael Ross (F/FM Incest, FemDom, BDSM, Humil, Spank)
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Family enslaved 4

Copyright 2007 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for adults
only.
Story Codes: F/F, F/M, Incest, FemDom, BDSM, Humil, Spanking
Note: This is the continuation of Chapter 3, which was very long, and
so I broke it into two parts for convenience of posting and reading
length. It also gave me the opportunity to use a new chapter title :) -
rr

Family Enslaved by Rache
Ch.4 : Slave-Parents


"Undress me, Slave-Daddy." I told my father.

"Yes, Mistress." He replied and there was eagerness in his voice, as
well there should be, considering I'd been the distant object of his
incestuous desires for almost ten years.

My mother was recovered from her orgasm, which was something akin to
spontaneous human combustion, I thought with a smile. It had happened
suddenly and without any real physical stimulation of her sex, but she
might have cheated. My attention had been focused on my dad at the
time, so I'd decided already that it was my mom's fault in any event.
She'd cum without permission and that wasn't something I generally
allowed from my slaves.

So I had her kneeling on the carpet, after moving the furniture back a
little further to give us more room. It would have been nice to have a
real dungeon at my disposal, meaning a bondage playroom, and I might
have arranged some time with the local BDSM community as I did have
some contacts there, but it wasn't important. If anything, being with
my parents like this in our home, without all the artificial
trappings, was better in some ways. It allowed my two Slave-Parents a
reassuring level of comfort they might not have enjoyed otherwise.

My father moved slowly, as if he were a child at Christmas unwrapping
a much anticipated gift, and I enjoyed that sensitivity. His hands
were warm and gentle, the way they'd always been for me as I was
growing up. I loved him so much, both of my parents, and I was
enjoying myself beyond any reasonable expectations.

I lifted my arms for the man as he pulled my sweatshirt over my head,
tugging at my ripe full breasts momentarily, and as the fleece was
pulled over my head I could see my father's eyes drawn to my tits and
I think his blue eyes were filled with pride as much as they were
lust. I was very beautiful, I knew that, and I'd been born of his
blood. There was a part of my dad inside me and he should have been
proud of what he'd helped create.

"My jeans, Daddy-Slave." I prodded him gently, because he was happy to
pause and drink me in.

I merely stood there, looking down as my father's fingers unbuttoned
my pants slowly and he pushed them down my smooth thighs slowly,
exposing the small black panties I wore. He knelt in front of me and I
put my hands on his shoulders, balancing myself as I lifted one foot
and then the other, letting him take off the old soft denim and set it
aside.

I turned for him, presenting my father with my ass and smiled at my
mother who was watching us with glazed eyes. She'd enjoyed my body
earlier, in that hotel room, eating her daughter's pussy and
confessing to me it was her first time with another woman. She'd done
well enough to bring me to orgasm on her tongue and I'd given my
mother plenty of instruction, teaching her what I liked most when
having my cunt licked by a slave.

Now it was my father's turn, as I hadn't let him touch me at all the
previous evening. I'd let him kiss my shoes and look at me, but that
was all. Tonight I was ready to give him what he most desired from me.
But first I wanted to enjoy myself with him and demonstrate what I
expected from male slaves.

Women are good for cunnilingus, without doubt. Many men will boast of
their skills, and doubtless some of them do know their way around a
cunt, but the fact remains that only a woman can truly understand what
it feels like to be well and properly tongue fucked. It gives us a
natural advantage over men, in my opinion. So, much like I am
prejudiced in favor of female gynecologists, so I am with female pussy
lickers, and I'll rarely suffer a man to pleasure me in that way.

On the other hand, everyone has an asshole, and so my father would
learn that our foreplay would largely consist of his tongue in my ass.
Analingus is the best use for a man I've found to date and once
they've acquired the taste for it, so to speak, they're usually quite
eager for it. I've never quite understood the male fascination with
anything anal, but I've never hesitated to exploit it either.

"Take my panties off, Slave-Daddy." I told him over my shoulder.

"Yes Mistress." He swallowed thickly and bobbed his head.

I sighed as his fingers grasped my delicate undies and eased them
down. I was quite warm by then, excited and energized by our
activities. This was as good a scene as I'd had in a long time,
despite the simplicity of it, or perhaps because of it. That and the
fact that I was performing with my own parents. I felt my heart
beating quick and my stomach was tight with pleasure. My mother was on
her knees a few feet in front of me, her hands bound behind her back
with my father's belt, her legs spread wide so that I could see her
swollen pussy lips hanging down beneath her sex.

She hadn't shaved for me, not yet, and that was something else to
punish her for. Doubtlessly she thought she'd have more time for that
small bit of personal grooming, but that was her fault, not mine.
There could be only one punishment for that sort of transgression.

I stepped out of my panties lightly and took them from my father's
fingers, smiling at him before I turned back to my mom.

"Open your mouth, Slave-Mommy." I told her and when she obeyed I
pushed my silken panties between her lips. "We'll punish you soon.
Slave-Daddy, come here now, on your knees."

I wanted to be close to my mother then, so she could see my pleasure,
and I put my hands on her shoulders as I spread my long legs.

"My ass, Slave-Daddy...That's where you'll love me tonight." I told him
and if the man was going to protest, he didn't voice it. "Spread my
cheeks, Slave-Daddy, gently...Gently now..."

I was teasing him with my voice, sounding like his little girl more
than his Domme, and my father pulled the firm round globes of my ass
apart slowly, exposing my tightly puckered anus to his eyes.

"Am I beautiful for you, Slave-Daddy?" I asked him.

"Oh yes, Mistress." He sighed and I could feel his humid breath on my
skin.

"Kiss my ass, Slave-Daddy, show me how much you love your Mistress-
Daughter."

I stared into my mother's eyes, smiling and licking my lips and
moaning softly as my father pressed his lips to my asshole, kissing me
there, pushing his cheeks between mine and I nodded with a small
shiver when he began using his tongue on me.

"Oh, bad daddy!" I giggled. "You've done this before!"

My mother moaned and her body trembled as she realized my own father
was tonguing my ass. He was good at it too, and I didn't have to coax
him, or tell him how to do it. He was aggressive without being sloppy,
working the tip of his tongue around my sphincter and trying every so
often to push it inside, testing my muscles, waiting patiently for my
body to relax.

The soft wet noises of daddy's efforts filled the room and the only
other sounds were the heavy moans coming from the open mouths of my
mother and me. I was moving, just a little, getting into it now as my
anus relaxed for his tongue and he was pushing the tip inside me
finally.

"Yeahhhh...Mmmm...Slave-Daddy...Fuck my ass with your tongue..." I was moaning
softly, watching my mother's face. "Tongue fuck your Mistress-Daughter...
Eat my ass..."

My pussy was burning inside, hot and hungry and feeling altogether too
empty, but I wasn't going to fuck my father, not yet. That would be
the ultimate, the final gift that I'd give him during my visit and
he'd have to earn that. He'd have to demonstrate his desire to possess
me in that way. I just had to be patient enough to wait for it, but
his talented tongue was making it difficult.

Daddy rimmed me good and I was pushing my ass against his face,
reaching with my left hand to grab his head, pulling his mouth hard
against me. His tongue was inside me, not far, but enough so that it
felt wonderful and I might have cum just from that if I'd wanted to
give my clit a little rub.

"Get down here..." I breathed. "Get your mouth on my cunt, Slave-Mommy!"

I couldn't help myself, as much as I wanted to deny my mother
pleasure, my body was demanding release. Having my mother and father
both worshipping my body was something to savor as well, a perverse
delight that I'd never imagined.

Mother wasted no time, scrambling eagerly to get between my legs and
she attacked my pussy with her mouth, taking my body from the front
even as her husband took his pleasures from the rear. They were both
eating me, my dad tonguing my asshole and my mother sucking my
throbbing clitoris. It set me off on my first orgasm immediately and I
had to wrestle with my senses to remain on my feet.

My mom swallowed my juices quickly, pressing her open mouth to my
cunt, so that my climax would drain across her tongue and be swallowed
forever. I held both of their heads, my Slave-Parents, grinding myself
back and forth on their tongues and lips, delighting in the ecstasy
they brought me. I was fucking them, both of my parents at the same
moment, and it was magical.

We did that for some time, until I'd had several good cums and I
sensed my father's tongue growing weary. My mother's too, as they were
somewhat inexperienced in such things as marathon oral sex. My
beautiful slave Katrina could eat me for hours with her well practiced
tongue, but these two would need more exercise before they'd last much
more than thirty minutes.

"Enough, Slave-Parents." I pushed them away finally, all of us panting
and red faced.

My parents' faces were wet and shiny with saliva and juices and they
were both giddy with the experience of making love to their little
girl, if only in that simple way.

"Kiss for me, let me see it." I commanded them and I was pleased to
see my parents move close together, my father enveloping my still
bound mother in his arms, and they were quickly working their tongues
between each others' mouths.

It was erotic and sensual and the perfect finish, seeing them share my
flavor. My mother's tongue rich with my cunt, my daddy's mouth tasting
of my ass, and they were sharing the experience, the excitement of it
for several long minutes.

"Good, Slave-Parents. Good. Come now..." I smiled and began to
rearrange them as they needed to be. The time had come to punish my
mother.

"Open your mouth, Slave-Mommy." I told her and when she obeyed I
pushed my silken panties between her lips. "Time for your punishment.
Slave-Daddy, come here now, on your knees."

It was a little like playing twister, which was amusing, but somewhat
tedious as well. I loosened my mother's hands, having her lay on the
floor with her head very near the sofa. My father sat on the edge of
that couch, just above her, with his legs spread and feet on either
side of my mother's shoulders. His hard cock and heavy hanging balls
were just above her face as mom looked up at him.

I took my mother's legs and pushed them up, very high and forward,
lifting the small of her back off the carpet, and rolling her hips and
ass so that my father could grab her by the ankles. He held my
mother's legs wide apart, exposing her cunt to me completely and they
were both quite turned on by this. I had my mom grab my dad's ankles,
crossing her arms beneath her flattened breasts, merely to give her
something to do with her hands, to keep them out of the way and from
interfering with her punishment.

"You've been bad, Slave-Mommy." I chided her, reaching between her
soft white thighs as I knelt on the carpet. "You came without
permission. You disobeyed me."

Mmmphhh..." My mother nodded, her words muffled by my panties in her
mouth.

"You have a bad pussy, a wicked cunt, Slave-Mommy." I nodded and I had
the belt in my hands, doubling it over. "So it deserves a spanking I
think."

Mother's eyes widened at that. She understood what I was telling her,
that I was going to use her husband's belt not on her ass, but on her
pussy. It should have been unthinkable probably, a beautiful young
woman whipping her mother's cunt, spanking the very womb that had
given her life. But I was going to do it and the very idea was filling
my senses with greedy desire.

I could smell her now, my mother's arousal, strong and pungent, the
smell of her cum stained sex. I could see her, so wonderfully pretty
and full of vigorous life. I felt the heat coming from her body and I
heard her ragged breathing through her nose while she chewed my
panties nervously.

"Give me these." I slapped her cheek gently so my mom would open her
mouth and I pulled my panties free of her. "Do you remember your safe
word, Slave-Mommy?"

"M-Mistress, yes. Tangerine." My mom nodded.

"You aren't..." My dad was staring at me.

"What's that, Slave-Daddy?" I looked at him sharply.

"Mistress, I mean..." He looked apologetic but his concern was very
real. "...You aren't going to use the belt on your mother's, uh...Pussy...
Are you?"

"She's my Slave-Mommy." I stared into his eyes. "And I will punish her
as I see fit."

"I'm not..." He blinked at me and licked his lips.

"Do you want me to stop, Slave-Mommy?" I asked, keeping my eyes on my
father.

"Mistress, no...Don't stop. I...I need a spanking." My mom answered
quickly, her voice strong and resolute.

"Don't worry, Slave-Daddy, I know what I'm doing." I softened my
features. "She has a safe word, she can stop me any time. Just trust
me, okay?"

My voice was soft and I wouldn't ordinarily ask a question of one of
my bottoms like that, but these were unusual circumstances and my
father had a right to be concerned. I couldn't fault him for it. The
idea of his wife's cunt being whipped with a leather belt, while he
held her legs apart, that was a hard one for him to get used to.

"Yes Mistress." My father agreed after a long moment and I let out the
small breath I'd been holding.

I wouldn't have forced him to do anything he truly didn't want to, nor
my mother for that matter, and I was glad he was willing to trust me,
at least far enough to see how my mother would react. If he'd said no
to that, if he'd been opposed to what I wanted to do, that would have
been the end of it. I wouldn't have continued beyond that point. Not
with the both of them together the way we were.

"Thank you, Slave-Daddy." I smiled at him, feeling genuinely grateful
and he even gave me a little smile back, a shy one it seemed to me,
although my father was hardly that usually.

"Twelve licks across your cunt, Slave-Mommy." I told her.

"Mistress." My mom nodded and she was trembling, her body noticeably
tight with apprehension.

"You'll count them aloud for us, Slave-Daddy. Do not let go of those
ankles." I warned them both. "If either of you releases the other I'll
be very disappointed."

"Yes, Mistress." My dad closed his eyes briefly, as if he didn't want
to see his wife punished that way, but perhaps he should have wanted
it, I thought.

"Do you know she fucks around on you, Slave-Daddy?" I asked him,
deciding to be deliberately cruel in the case that he didn't.

"Oh!" My mother gasped and she stared at me with some disbelief I
think.

Apparently that was another secret and I was glad that it was, for
some reason the idea that my dad might have accepted and even condoned
his wife's infidelity made me unhappy.

"W-What, Mistress?" My dad stared at me.

"Don't act so surprised, Slave-Mommy. I'm your daughter, not your
priest." I told her coldly. "How many men have you fucked since you
married your husband?"

"M-Mistress...Please..." My mom shuddered.

"What is she saying?" My dad was looking down at my mother's face,
asking her if it was true.

"Three...Mistress, I've f-fucked three other men." My mom closed her
eyes and she was frightened and embarrassed and excited all at once.

I stroked her cunt with the belt, letting it lay upon her sex, sliding
it back and forth slowly. I could see the small muscles at the tops of
her thighs, around her pelvis and under the taut swell of her vulva,
all working as her cunt clasped against the emptiness inside. She was
hot and hungry for sex, for penetration. Confession was mom's thing, I
knew that, and she was getting off on revealing her adultery to her
husband.

"I told you, Slave-Daddy, I told you both; no more secrets." I was
smiling and my father looked angry and disappointed.

"Why?" He asked, and it was a good question.

Who or when or where, they were unimportant really, at least for the
moment. Why my mother had decided to betray him was much more
interesting.

"B-Because of you." My mom gasped and wriggled her ass a little, as
much as she could in that position. "At first, after you...You fucked
that woman."

"Ohhhh..." I nodded. "Punishment, Slave-Mommy?"

"That was a long time ago." My father said. "I made that up to you."

"N-Not enough." My mom licked her lips.

"You must have liked it, Slave-Mommy." I chuckled. "It wasn't a
punishment if Slave-Daddy didn't know, was it?"

"Mistress...I liked it." My mom admitted, and she knew what I meant.

"Liked it so much you wanted more, hmmm..." I shook my head.

"Why three?" My dad asked her. "Why more if you just...Just wanted to..."

"I liked it." My mom repeated, just for him and I replaced the belt
with my hand, feeling the heat pouring from her raw sex.

"She likes getting fucked, Slave-Daddy." I nodded and my father
glanced at me sharply.

"Y-You never had time for me." My mother accused him, letting it all
out now.

Years of frustration, of being stuck at home, raising the kids,
finding the odd charity project or community program to occupy her
time, it was all there. My father working all day, making good money
but coming home tired, a little too stressed to be excited by the same
woman after fifteen or twenty years, twenty-five now. My mother
explained that she'd liked the attention, the closeted romance of
sneaking out. She didn't love those men, but she loved the idea of
still being wanted sexually. She needed that.

My mother was crying, admitting everything and sharing her true
feelings. It was obvious she loved my father; as much as she ever had,
if not more, and she was terrified that he might le her go, leave her
there alone. That fear, odd as it sounds, was driving her passions as
well. My mother was aroused and I had to very careful around her cunt
not to bring the woman off again, because she was close. It was a
strange psychology and not one that even I could appreciate fully, but
I liked it quite a lot.

"I...I was just giving us a home." My dad said softly, looking at my mom
and then turning his hurt blue eyes on me. "I was building all of
this, sending you and your brother to college."

"We know, Slave-Daddy." I nodded sympathetically.

"I didn't know you felt like that." He looked down at my mom again.
"But cheating...How could you do that? We could have...Talked."

"I tried." My mom sighed and there were tears running down her cheeks.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

I honestly didn't know for certain if my father would forgive her or
not, but the man had raised me and so I was willing to take the risk.
I'd judged it instinctively to be a small one. He loved my mom, as
much as he could love anything in this world, and it would take more
than adultery to change that. Or so I hoped. And of course he could
very well love her still and decide to leave, or throw her out, but
truly those were unimaginable to me.

"Do you love her, Slave-Daddy?" I asked him after a long moment of
silence between them.

He nodded slowly.

"Then tell her." I suggested, my voice very much his daughter's then,
and I was not his Mistress at all. "Blame the past, not her; blame the
past and let it go. She needs you."

"I'm sorry...I'll never..." Mom choked back a sob. "...I swear, never
again..."

"I love you." My father said quietly, but sincerely. "I...I'm sorry too.
But if you ever..."

"I won't...I swear...Never..." My mom shook her head, breathing hard and
smiling tentatively, unable to hide her relief.

"Without permission, Slave-Mommy." I told them both and that drew
their attention.

"Who's cunt is this?" I demanded, giving my mom's sex a wet little
slap with my fingers so that she jerked with surprise.

"Mistress..." My mom swallowed hard. "...Yours."

"And this cock?" I reached my hand between my father's legs, finding
him as hard as he'd ever been, despite the little drama we'd just
played out.

"Y-Yours Mistress." My father blinked at me.

"That's right Slave-Parents." I snorted. "It's nice you two have made
up again, but it's over. I'll tell you who to fuck, and when. If I
want Slave-Daddy's cock in my hole you'll watch, won't you Slave-
Mommy?"

"Mistress, yes...I'd...I want to see him fuck you." My mom licked her
lips.

"And if I want him to fuck someone else, Slave-Mommy?" I smiled at
her. "If I want him to fuck Cheryl, you'll love him for it, won't
you."

"Cheryl?" My father gave a small gasp.

"Yessss...Mistresss..." My mom hissed and I'd suspected as much, it was an
obvious button given what I'd learned about my parents already.

"You'll fuck Cheryl soon." I told my father. "I promise you that,
Slave-Daddy."

"Yes, Mistress." He lowered his eyes, but there was more than a little
interest in what I was saying.

"And when Mommy-Slave fucks Jim, you'll watch them, won't you Slave-
Daddy?" I let the other shoe drop, obvious as it was.

"Ohhh God!" My mom was trying to hump my hand as I let my fingers
hover above her sex.

"Yes, Mistress." My dad closed his eyes and his cock was straining,
dark and dripping pre-cum now, so that the clear drops ran down the
shaft, some of it falling onto my mother's red face.

"I might even let Slave-Mommy get pregnant, give you and your wife a
child and grandchild all your own, would you like that, Slave-Daddy?"

I was just teasing him, of course, but it was fun and I wanted to see
how far their fantasies went, because it was clear to me that my
parent's incestuous desires hadn't been limited to just me. My mom
wanted to fuck my brother, and my dad wanted to see it. And Cheryl...If
my dad had replaced me with her in his dream story, there had to be a
reason and now I understood what it was.

My dad was getting old and his son was young and strong. My father
would age and live vicariously through his offspring, through James,
sharing his son's triumphs and failures. It was the way of it and
natural. He loved Jim and possessing the boy's wife, even temporarily,
that would make my dad young again. He'd reverse fate, just for a
brief time, and replace his son.

Or, quite possibly, he just found twenty year old girls very
attractive. I laughed at myself and I knew I'd enjoy seducing my
brother and his young pregnant wife. I wanted to see my parents
fucking them, that would give me thrills beyond measure; and the odd
idea of my brother actually impregnating my mother? That was up to
mom. My need for dominance didn't extend that far, nor even beyond
this room, and this scene.

The reality of the moment was that I might never seduce Jim or Cheryl,
my parents may very well never live out their incestuous fantasies
with their son. This was fantasy, the talk and the ideas of it. I was
drawing pictures for them, giving them dreams, and they were adults,
they weren't blind or stupid. It was a game, a sexual game, and the
serious business had been finished. Their crises of faith had been
resolved, although there'd be much for them to discuss in private I
was sure. I hadn't waved a magic wand, I'd just brought out the truth.
Time would be required for proper healing and trust to be rebuilt.

"I'm going to punish your cunt now, Slave-Mommy." I told her, as we'd
been like that for quite a while and I actually think my mom's legs
were going to sleep, my father's arms were tiring as well.

This wouldn't take long though and they'd get a nice shot of
adrenaline to wake them up. And now my dad was eager to see it, much
more so than he'd been earlier. The cunt that had willingly taken
other men's cocks was about to be whipped and that had to give him
some small sense of justice.

"Don't forget to count, Slave-Daddy." I smiled at him. "Or I won't
know when to stop. If you lose track..." I shrugged with a small giggle.

I was telling him he could count, or not count as he desired and I'd
whip my mother's pussy until he was satisfied.

"Yes Mistress." He nodded.

"And you, cock slut..." I stared at my mom's face. "Don't forget your
safe word."

"Mistress...Yes." She bit her bottom lip pensively, but she wanted it.
Mom had confessed and now her penance would bring her off.

SLAP!!

I brought the belt down straight over my shoulder, and hard too,
harder than I'd spanked my dad's ass earlier. It caught my mother
nicely, along her glistening slit and across her swollen clitoris. She
gasped loudly and her body jerked, legs kicking in my father's strong
grasp.

"Cumming already?" I giggled. "What a bad mommy!"

SLAP!!

I spanked her wanton sex again, and it was going to leave marks if I
wasn't careful, because the leather was stinging. I caught her
slightly higher, on the fatty swell of her mound and it left a
slightly pale stain on her ruddy flesh.

SLAP!!

"You're not counting, Slave-Daddy." I chuckled and my mother was
groaning beneath us, writhing with her orgasm even as that cruel
leather tortured her throbbing clit.

"Sorry, Mistress." He was breathing hard, staring at his wife's cunt
as she came wetly, her distended clitoris was like a tiny cock and my
mom sprayed some small female ejaculate even as we watched. This was
really good for my mother and I found myself wishing Katrina were
there to see my mom's reactions. It was quite amazing, really.

SLAP!!

"One, Mistress." My dad said under his breath and I grinned at him.

SLAP!!

"Two, Mistress."

I was spanking her quicker then, and hard as I've said, turning her
cunt bright red and puffy beneath the leather I was using. And she
came for us, very nearly the entire time I was whipping her pussy, my
mother was cumming. I could have whipped her even harder, I thought,
but that's always dangerous because she wouldn't be feeling it as
anything but pleasure. Even her oversensitive clit was telling her
those lashes felt good right then.

I should have stopped, actually, and let her have her cum, but this
was for my father's benefit as well. He needed to see his wife
punished, it would help him forgive her, I was certain of that. My mom
would be rewarded for the discomfort she'd suffer later, after the
adrenaline and endorphins wore off. After her cum was just a pleasant
memory. She'd be glad I'd punished her as I had, and I was careful
with her, as careful as I'd ever been with anyone.

This was my mother's cunt I was whipping.

"Twelve, Mistress!" My father gasped.

"Fuck her, Slave-Daddy." I told him, pushing myself back and catching
my own breath. "Take back her cunt now, it belongs to you."

"Yeah...Mistress...Thank you..." My father was barely aware I was even
there, I thought.

I sat back, putting myself in my dad's leather recliner and feeling my
flushed damp skin stick to it. I fingered myself slowly, kissing and
licking that belt which was stained with my mother's pussy now. I
could smell her on it, taste her oily juices soaked into the leather
it seemed.

I watched my dad get between my mom's legs and he was hard as a rock,
his cock as large and strong as it had ever been. He had mom's legs
over his shoulders and he pushed his penis inside her hard, thrusting
his cock as deeply as possible with the first effort. My mother moaned
loudly, clutching at the man, pulling his mouth to hers so that they
could kiss during their first real lovemaking in God only knew how
long.

The scene was over; that was enough. I'd gotten the secrets out and
let my parents confront the truth. It was what I'd wanted. They might
have gone through the rest of their lives, content in their ignorance,
but I'd seen their unhappiness when I'd come home that first day. It
was in their eyes when my mom and dad looked at each other. I'd gotten
lucky that our relationships had developed in this direction.

Incestuous BDSM, I giggled as I picked up my clothes, heading to the
bathroom for a long masturbatory shower.

"What a concept."


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