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Family enslaved 5

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


Family Enslaved by Rache
Ch.5 : Interlude


"Hey, sleeping?" I purred into the phone. It was just after seven in
the morning and I'd been up for awhile.

"Sorta...No." Katrina sighed softly. "I haven't slept since you left."

"Oh? Why's that?" I held my cellular phone in my left hand and reached
under the sheets with my right, feeling my sex tingle just from
hearing her voice.

"The bed's cold." She pouted softly. "And it's too big."

I laughed softly, missing my little slave terribly. I hadn't planned
on falling in love with another girl. I wasn't a lesbian, any more
than I was heterosexual, I was just me and for whatever reason Katrina
was the person I was madly in love with. She could have been a man and
I wouldn't have cared; it wasn't her gender I loved, it was her.

"I want you to come up here." I told her gently. "I need to stay for a
few more days, take care of some...Family business."

"Mistress?" She spoke quietly, slipping into a role she was never
truly out of.

"There's a ticket waiting for you at the Northwest counter, the plane
leaves at four o'clock this afternoon." I'd spent an hour on the
internet arranging the earliest flight I could and that was it.

"I'll have to call Peter." Katrina cleared her throat softly. "We were
going to do a shoot this afternoon."

"Yeah." I nodded into the phone. "Just cancel everything for a few
days, we'll take a little vacation. Amy and Kris can hold the fort."

Those were our other two partners, our friends from college. Amy took
care of the web stuff, being the Information Technology grad that she
was, while Kristine took care of the business. She didn't have her
MBA, not yet, but she was very good at what she did. We all were.

"Really?" Katrina giggled and she was very much like a child in some
ways, her personality was deceptive.

"Sure, we deserve it, right?"

"Will...They be okay?" She asked me and she sounded nervous.

"They know, I told them." I answered gently, knowing she meant my
parents.

Katrina hadn't seen her family since she'd been a child. Her father
had been abusive and an alcoholic and her mother had simply left,
disappeared one day, and Katrina had spent a lot of years moving
through the system. From CPS shelters, in and out of foster care, and
finally into an orphanage. Katrina knew parents only as rumors,
bedtime stories in the dark, and not entirely happy ones.

And somehow she'd grown up beautiful, intelligent, and innocent.

Katrina was also submissive, and that wasn't surprising given her
experiences. She'd been desperate for love as well, and at first I'd
worried that I was taking advantage of her, but not so much anymore.
Those doubts had largely been erased over the last four years that
we'd been together, but once in awhile...

I had to be perfect for her. That was how much I loved her. I wanted
to be the perfect person that Katrina deserved, but I knew in my heart
that none of us were ever that. It was the only doubt, the only shadow
over my heart. A definition of love, the one I like most because it's
simple, is when the happiness of someone else is more important to you
than your own. I loved Katrina.

"Alright?" I prompted after half a minute of silence.

"Alright." She said quietly.

"You'll be surprised." I promised her. "You'll have friends here."

""Friends...Mistress?" She was already surprised and I laughed softly.

"You'll see. I don't want to spoil it."

"Okay." Katrina was smiling, I thought, because now she was curious
and she'd be relieved that we'd be together, if nothing else.

Telling the girl that she'd have friends was telling her that there
were other submissives that would scene with us. It was a good tease
because I knew after three days Katrina was hungry for it, just as I
wanted her so badly just then.

"I love you, slave." I sighed, closing my eyes and turning onto my
side.

"I love you, Mistress."

"What did you do last night?"

"Web cam." Trina laughed. "The Regulars were there, you know."

I chuckled at that. It was part of the website for platinum members,
web cam shows, sometimes it was just Katrina, but usually her and I
together, and they were always fun. We took requests from our
customers and we had members, both Tops and bottoms, who never missed
a show. We called them The Regulars. Some of the submissives had made
the trip to Vegas just to receive my personal attention. A lot of the
Doms wanted a session with Katrina, but I was too jealous of my slave
to allow that.

"Master Ken had me wear a butt plug the whole night, and um...Mistress
Ebony, she wanted to wax my nipples, so..."

"Did you have fun?"

"Yeah." Trina giggled. "I think we had a good time. They were asking
about you."

"But not for long, I bet." I clucked my tongue.

"They were nice." She sighed.

"We'll play tonight, slave."

"I know, Mistress."

"Wear a buttplug, on the plane." I told her. "That red one."

"The big one?" She gasped happily.

"Yeah, it's a short flight."

"I'll be so wet for you, Mistress."

"No panties either." I chuckled.

"Oh, you're being bad now." She said, her voice teasing me.

"Don't forget to take out your rings." I reminded her. "Airport
security."

"Ohhhh...Can't I take a bus?" She pouted.

"Or leave them in, you might like being strip searched." I chuckled,
rubbing my clit and picturing the stainless surgical rings
infibulating Katrina's inner labia. They were incredibly sexy and
allowed no penetration of my slave's cunt, but they were difficult to
put in or take out.

"I just might." She laughed with me. "But then they'd find my butt
plug."

"And you'd die of embarrassment; I know...I know..." I was laughing.

"They're such a pain." Katrina breathed.

"You won't need them tonight."

"Mistress?" She perked up at that.

"Ohhhh...Someone sounds a little horny." I laughed at her.

"Well, it's been..." She sighed. "...Four months?"

"That's all?" I mocked surprise. "In that case..."

"Noooo!" She laughed. "Please, tell me you'll fuck me, Mistress!"

"I can't tell you that...It would be cheating, slave." I teased her.

"Oh." I could hear her pouting.

"Are you ovulating?" I asked and there was a long silence.

"You're really teasing me now."

"Answer the question, slave." I told her not too gently.

"I don't know, Mistress. I could be, I'm near the middle of my cycle."

"Good." I nodded, but I'd already known that. We were pretty much in
synch, Katrina and I.

"You've..." She swallowed hard. "...You found someone, Mistress?"

"Two someones." I chuckled. "But it's up to you."

"I want what you want, Mistress."

"We'll see." I said softly, wishing I'd saved this conversation for
later, after she'd arrived.

"Yes Mistress." Katrina agreed and there was an edge to her voice and
I knew she was excited by my words.

"I love you, slave."

"My love, my Mistress."

I turned off my phone then, thumbing the button quickly. I could never
say goodbye to her, not from the first moment we'd been together. I
could only tell her I loved her and those words didn't come close to
expressing what I really felt.

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

"Good morning, Slave-Mommy."

I smiled, walking into the kitchen wrapped in an old Japanese Hapi
coat, a thin cotton robe that barely covered my bare ass now that I
was ten years older than when I'd gotten it. The robe went around my
waist alright, tied with a short sash, but not my breasts and they
were mostly exposed as they pushed against the pink material. It had a
large blue crane printed on the back.

"Uh...Mistress, good morning." My mom smiled at me, but it was clear she
hadn't really expected me to call her that, at least not in the
kitchen first thing in the morning.

She looked a little rough, even tired with her brown hair only barely
brushed into place, sitting in her own terry cloth bathrobe, much
better fitting than mine.

"Did Slave-Daddy fuck you good last night?" I grinned at her, amused
by the sudden color in her cheeks

"Mistress..." She bobbed her head. "...Yes."

"How many times?" I was pouring myself a cup of coffee.

"Mistress, uh, three times..." She smiled though. "Twice last night and
um, once this morning."

"Hmmm..." I nodded my head. "Good for you guys."

She sipped her coffee and looked down, feeling a little confused
perhaps.

"I hope you didn't wear him out too much, Slave-Mommy." I walked over
to sit with her at the table. "If he can't keep that cock of his hard
for me, I'll have to punish Slave-Daddy."

"Mistress, are we..." She fell quiet.

"What is it, Slave-Mommy?" I reached over to lift her chin gently.
"You can ask me."

"Mistress, are we going to be like..." She gave me an apologetic look,
not knowing exactly how to phrase her question. "...this, all the time?"

"Would you like us to be, Slave-Mommy?" I stroked her cheek with my
fingertips. "Or should I just call you mom?"

"Mistress, I think maybe...I'm not sure." She closed her eyes for a
second, maybe because she was afraid of disappointing me.

"I know." I smiled and leaned over, kissing her softly on the lips and
she sucked a sharp breath, opening her eyes again.

"Its okay mom." I smiled at her. "No we're not going to play all the
time. I just wanted to see your reaction, that's all." I sat back in
my chair. "Are you frightened of it?"

"A little." She nodded.

"Are you frightened of me?" I lifted my right foot, putting it in her
lap and spreading my thighs so she could see my bare shaven sex.

"Sometimes...Mistress." She was looking down at my toes as I wriggled
them against her tummy.

"You can't help it, can you Slave-Mommy?"

"Mistress, no..." She was barely breathing.

"Kiss my foot, pick it up...That's it...Kiss it for me, Slave-Mommy."

I stared at my mother as she took my foot gently in her warm soft
hands, lifting it slightly as she lowered her mouth to kiss my skin.

"Mmmm..." I sighed. "Suck my toes for me...Gently, slave...Don't tease me...
Suck them nice, like you suck Slave-Daddy's cock..."

I knew I was only doing this because I'd gotten so excited talking to
Katrina on the phone. Neither of us was much for phone sex though and
so we'd just teased each other, more with the tone of our voices than
anything we'd actually said. Katrina had gotten me hot inside and now
my mother was going to make me cum. It was one of her obligations as
my slave, to give me pleasure when and how I needed it, and the sooner
she learned that, the better.

My mom worked her mouth around my big toe, sliding her tight moist
lips around and down it, washing it with her tongue. She did that with
all of them while I kept my eyes locked on hers. I rubbed my pussy
slowly, murmuring encouragement and smiling as she moved from one to
the next and back again. I warned her not to chip my pedicure, the
Vietnamese woman who took care of my feet and hands charged very
nearly as much as I did for a hard dungeon scene. But they looked
good, perfectly trimmed and painted scarlet red.

"The other one..." I said, pulling my foot away from her and replacing
it with the left, turning in my chair slightly. "Open your robe for me
too. Show me your tits, Slave-Mommy."

She did as I asked, untying her bathrobe and slipping it back, off her
shoulders and all she wore beneath was a pair of plain white panties.
Her nipples were long and dark, swollen with desire. I pressed my toes
against her left breast, pinching her nipple weakly between my toes
and tugging at it so that my mom rewarded me with a little gasp.

"Good mornnnn..." My dad stopped in the doorway.

"I thought you were at work?" I laughed at the look on his face.

"I uh..." He cleared his throat. "I took the day off, um..."

"My foot, Slave-Mommy, suck my toes now." I glanced at her.

"Mistress, yes..." She was ignoring my dad completely, but blushing
nicely once again.

"...Am I supposed to call you Mistress now?" My dad was watching my mom
intently.

"Hmmm..." I smiled at his question. "Get some coffee, we'll talk about
it."

"Yeah." He nodded and moved slowly to get a cup.

"I think mom is more than happy being my full time slave." I said once
my dad was sitting down with us. "Am I wrong, Slave-Mommy?"

"Mistress..." My mom swallowed her saliva. "...No, I'm happy."

She returned to my foot, opening as wide as she could and working my
big toe and three more besides into her hungry mouth.

"So the question is, what do you want to do?" I looked at my father
and he finally tore his eyes away from what his wife was doing.

"I uh...I'm not sure." He licked his lips. "This is all new to me. I
don't...Heh...I don't know what we're doing, Susan."

I laughed softly at his honesty and I appreciated it. My dad really
was very new to this whole experience. He'd never fantasized about
BDSM in any way, shape or form, I was sure. But it was clear to us
both that he did enjoy it. He just had no idea how it worked, or at
least how it was supposed to, and I wasn't sure if I could explain to
him that the only rules were the ones we made for ourselves.

"You like being my dad, don't you?" I smiled at him.

"Well, yeah." He chuckled. "I like it a lot."

"Then you'll be my dad until after dinner. From seven o'clock until..."
I lifted my hands. "...oh, sunrise, let's say, you'll be my Slave-
Daddy."

"Uhhh..." He thought about that for a moment.

"That's just a suggestion, Daddy." I looked at my mom. "Get on your
knees now. Lick my pussy, Slave-Mommy."

"Mistress, I'd love to lick your pussy." My mom agreed, giving my dad
a quick glance before she slid from her chair, onto the kitchen floor.

"What about..." My dad stared at his wife and he was still obviously a
little confused by her, although he shouldn't have been. She'd
explained to him how she felt about me and what she needed.

"Slave-Mommy?" I arched my eyebrows at my dad. "She'll do whatever I
tell her to do."

I proved it just then by pushing my chair back slightly, spreading my
legs wide and reaching down to pull my mother's face to my humid sex.
She was getting better, I thought, as her tongue was suddenly moving
across my puffy labia, circling my clit just the way I'd taught her.
She was going to be a good pussy licker soon. I lifted my right leg,
bending it at the knee and laying my calf lightly across her
shoulders, keeping her close while I spoke with my dad.

"Don't worry, dad, she's still your wife." I giggled. "And she'll be a
good one from now on too, won't you Slave-Mommy?"

"Mmpphhh..." My mother moaned into my cunt and she was tasting my juices
now, swallowing the tangy-sweet secretions of my sex.

"No more strange cock for you." I tsked her, "Just daddy's cock and
daughter's cunt from now on, right Slave-Mommy?"

"Ummpphh..." She nodded weakly, but kept her lips on my pussy like a
good cunt lapper should.

"But no more fucking for you, dad." I looked at him sharply and he
widened his soft blue eyes. "Three times in one night?" I gave him a
sly grin. "I don't want you getting spoiled. Either of you."

"I don't think that's, uh..." My dad was actually blushing.

"What, any of my business?" I challenged him.

"Huh? No, I mean, uh...I'm not a young man anymore." He made a face, and
lowered his eyes submissively.

"This is making you hard though, isn't it, Daddy?" I bit my lip,
reaching down to stroke my mother's hair. The sound of her mouth
sucking at my pussy filled the kitchen.

"Yeah." He swallowed and nodded slowly.

"Well, keep your cock in your pants." I told him seriously. "Seven
o'clock tonight I want to see it hard for me."

"Yes Mistress." He said, without even realizing it.

"Good." I nodded happily.

My father was content to sit there, drinking his morning coffee and
watching his wife eat his daughter's cunt for breakfast, like it was
the most normal thing in the world.

That was the joy of a new relationship, of any new relationship
really, not just BDSM. There was a need to be greedy with it, as if we
were making up for lost time or something. Like newlyweds having sex
six times a day, in every different place they could find.

Like Katrina and I for the first few months we were together, the
first year really, it was one long scene, never ending, and I made her
do things that we could only laugh about now. But at the time it was
so serious, and it felt so correct to be doing them. It was the same
with my parents. We wouldn't spend the rest of our lives having oral
sex in the kitchen every morning. Mom couldn't be my slave every hour
of the day, but we were playing at that, and it was fun.

I'd wondered how my mom would react when I'd addressed her as Slave-
Mommy out of the blue. I had my answer now anyway and I was happy. If
I needed my mother to be my slave all I had to do was call her,
address her as such, and she'd call me Mistress.

She'd do it anywhere too, I was almost certain of that. In our home or
in public, especially in public, that was something she obviously
enjoyed. Being humiliated in front of strangers. It was a dangerous
thrill for her, exciting and made all the better because she was
breaking so many taboos with me.

I was her daughter, her lesbian lover, and BDSM Mistress. All of those
things were wrong in the world in which we lived, upper middle class
suburbia, where nothing bad ever happened. Where family problems were
closeted away at all costs. Our lives had to be as neat and clean as
the broad lawns in front of our beautiful houses and it was a
hypocrisy that I'd slowly come to despise.

I wanted nothing more than to wean my parents away from it, to free
them as I felt myself to be free. I could do anything, be anything I
wanted. I had no fear of anyone; no secrets that were kept out of
shame or guilt. But I was unique in that way, perhaps, with my youth
and beauty and friends; living in Las Vegas, a city not known for its
overarching morality. I had to remind myself that my parents were not
me, that this city was not my home. I would hurt them if I wasn't
careful and I had to be smart.

"Inside now..." I was whispering, lifting my hips to meet my mother's
mouth. "...Fuck me with your tongue...yeah...yeah..."

Mom was doing good, working her tongue in and out of me, digging
between the hot walls of my cunt and getting me close to my orgasm.
Having my dad right there, watching us, that only made it better and I
tried to keep my eyes on him as I encouraged my mother.

"Suck it, Slave-Mommy...Drink my juice...Mmmm...uh-huh..." I was close now,
really close and I could barely keep my ass in the chair.

My father was excited too, his face turned pinkish and he was leaning
over, his right hand squeezing his cock through his trousers and all I
could think of was that he'd better not cum. I had an idea, just a
small one, a tentative thought that I'd barely shared with Katrina. I
stared at my dad, willing him not to push himself too far.

"Ohhh Yesssss...." I went stiff and closed my eyes, pressing my thighs
to my mother's warm face and twisting my fingers in her hair.

I was cumming then and it was good, a beautiful cum, just like I
wanted. I was pouring my passion into my mom's hungry mouth, I could
feel her lips moving, her tongue and jaw as she swallowed it quickly.
She was a such a good mommy, always taking care of me, always there
when I needed her. I was feverish and so full of love for her right
then.

My mother was drinking my cum and I was almost crying then, my body
shuddering with pleasure. This was good, very good, and as soon as I
was able I reached down to grab her, lifting her up so that I could
kiss her as my lover. I pulled her against me, so that she was awkward
on my lap, and I pushed my tongue into her mouth, desperate to taste
myself there. I wanted the final proof of our love making, I wanted
her to share it with me. I wanted to fuck her mouth with my tongue and
I was almost violent with my desires.

I pulled at the gusset of her panties, stretching and ripping them
wide so that I could thrust two fingers inside her moist sex,
splitting her excited lips, and I fucked her like that while we
kissed. I didn't let her go, I wanted to make her cum for me, to
complete the scene in front of my father, in front of her husband. I
fingered my mother quickly, sliding my fingers in and out so that we
could hear the sound of her wet cunt being splayed.

We breathed heavily through our noses and drank each other's moans.
She had her hand in my hair, the other on my back and shoulders,
caressing me. Our breasts were pressed together, mother and daughter,
sliding back and forth, our nipples hard and aching against each
other. She was going to cum for me and soon. A good one, a sweet
loving cum all over my hand.

Somewhere a phone was ringing and I was only dimly aware of it. My
father getting up reluctantly, keeping his eyes on us as I brought my
mother closer. She was sucking my tongue like a cock now. I had it
stiff and straight and I moved my head back and forth, working it
between my mom's tight lips.

"Oh, Hi Cheryl." My dad managed to croak and then he cleared his
throat. "Susan? Uh...She's a little...She's in the bathroom...Yeah, taking a
bath...What's...Oh, uh sure...I'll tell her....uh-huh...Your welcome, Cheryl...Bye
bye."

"Ahhh..." My mom pulled her head away from my lips suddenly, arching her
back and I could feel her wet cunt squeezing my fingers, contracting
quickly with little orgasmic spasms. She came heavily, much as I'd
seen her before, female ejaculate sprayed onto my hand, warm and oily.

I put my mouth to her breast, taking my mother's right nipple into my
mouth and sucking on it hard, biting it a second later, hard enough so
that she would feel the pain of my teeth in her flesh. I had three
fingers in her sex now, and I held her like that, curling them hard so
that my wet palm was pressed against her engorged clitoris.

My mom was moaning loudly, and suddenly gasping in between them as a
sudden flash of pleasure or pain would catch her by surprise. I chewed
her flesh, that dark swollen nipple, not so hard to draw blood, but
enough to remind her that I was her daughter. That I'd nursed on her
before, but never like this. She cradled my head and showered my hair
with kisses while she came down slowly and there were tears of real
joy in her shining eyes.

"Did you like that, Slave-Mommy?" I asked her, both of us damp and
panting and smiling.

"Oh...Mistress." My mom nodded and giggled like a girl half her age, and
I wiped at her eyes with my fingers.

"Go now." I jerked my head a little. "Take a bath, relax for a little
while."

She needed some time alone, I thought. Not only to recover her senses
from the good sex we'd just shared, but also because she was a woman.
My mom had been the center of attention since my arrival two days
before, and she just needed some time. It was something rarely
appreciated by others, but I understood it. I understood her.

"Yeah..." Mom stood up slowly, and she was tired, I knew. Neither my mom
nor my dad were used to having this much sex. Her panties were ruined
and I eyed her brown haired cunt as she took them off altogether.

"And shave that cunt, Slave-Mommy." I told her sternly. "I'll spank it
again, if I have to."

"Mistress, yes." She clutched her bathrobe around her, giving my dad a
small smile, almost a shy one, and then she left us.

"That woman..." I grinned at my dad, just wanting to shock him. "...That
woman loves to fuck."

"Ah..." My dad opened his mouth and closed it. He was still standing in
the middle of the kitchen, holding the cordless phone in his hand.
Like he'd been frozen in place, watching us.

"I'm surprised you guys only had two kids." I wiped my forehead with
the sleeve of my hapi coat, which I was only barely wearing by then.

"Yeah." He laughed. "Me too."

"Who called?" I asked him, standing up and stretching and then looking
down to see my thighs glistening with my juices. I'd practically made
a puddle on that wooden chair.

"Oh..." My dad blinked as he'd been staring at my sex while I'd
displayed it for him. "...That was Cheryl, she wants you to call her."

"Oh." I smiled at that, wondering what she might want, and then I
couldn't help notice my dad's eyes. He was full of desire now, and
that was normal, just as it had to be after watching his wife and
daughter fuck in the middle of the kitchen.

"You can't cum, Slave-Daddy." I stared at him.

"I know, Mistress." He nodded, smiling and that's how easy it was. All
his earlier concern was gone now, the whole seven pm to sunrise
agreement we'd made meant nothing as he stood there looking at me.

My Daddy was my slave now, and as much as my mother, he belonged to
me.

"Take these cups away and give me the phone." I commanded him, taking
off my little house coat and folding it up, making a small pillow out
of it.

I put it on the edge of the table, pressing my tummy against the
makeshift pad and I bent over, pressing my tit's against my mother's
kitchen table. I spread my legs and took the phone from my dad's hand.

"What's Jim and Cheryl's number?" I asked him.

"It's uh...Number 1 on the speed-dial." My dad told me.

"Get on your knees, Daddy-Slave...I want you to eat my ass again, you
need practice." I grinned at him. "And leave that cock of yours alone,
don't even rub it or I'll band your balls until they're turn black."

"Yes, Mistress...I love your ass." My dad looked impossibly happy,
licking his lips and dropping to the kitchen floor behind my perfectly
sculpted ass. I'd worked my body hard for a lot of hours to get it
just right and it was rewarding to have all that effort appreciated by
a man.

"I haven't had a shower yet." I warned him. "So I hope you like the
taste."

"Oh God, Mistress...Mmpphh..." My father didn't have to say anything else
as he pressed his mouth to my sweaty anus, undoubtedly tasting the
remains of my orgasm which had run down to my ass earlier.

It was feeling very good right away and I'd been lying about my dad
needing practice; he was a pretty outstanding ass licker. I tried not
to think about how good his tongue felt rimming my tight little
sphincter while I hit the autodial.

"Hi, Cheryl?"

"Yeah, Susan? Good morning." She sounded happy. "I was just calling
before to see if you wanted to have lunch with me today."

"Oh." I paused, thinking quickly. I was meeting Jim for lunch and I
really wanted to see him alone, but...

And my dad was pulling my pale cheeks wide apart, sucking at my
asshole greedily so that I could hear the wet slurping sounds coming
from behind me. It felt wonderful too, my ass practically quivering
with excitement as I tried to force myself to relax. I wanted my dad's
tongue inside me while I talked to my brother's wife.

"If you have other plans, I under..."

"No, no not at all, I was going to stop by the station today and see
Jim." I told her. "Maybe the three of us could have lunch together?"

"Yeah." She agreed. "That'd be nice; Jim never lets me visit his
work."

"Really?" I asked, not that I doubted her, but it seemed strange.

I closed my eyes and went on my tiptoes a little, arching my back and
pushing myself back a little as my dad's tongue wormed its way wetly
inside my anus. It always felt nice, even a little strange maybe,
having a guy's tongue pushing into my dank sweaty ass. But it was
still one of the best feelings in the world. I fought to control my
breathing, to keep my voice level as Cheryl and I spoke.

"He says I'd be too distracting." Cheryl sighed.

"And that's a bad thing?" I laughed.

"That's what I said!" Cheryl giggled too.

"Well, let's do that then. I'll meet you down...Ummm God!..." I looked
over my shoulder and made a face, but my dad couldn't see it. He was
trying to suck my asshole inside out it felt like. "...down there at
noon, okay?

"Yeah, great, I'll see you then Susan."

"Hey...How was last night?" I asked her, desperate to keep Cheryl's
voice in my ear while my dad ate my asshole.

He was deeper now, my ass really opening nice for his tongue, and I
was trembling beneath his strong hands. Daddy held my ass tight,
squeezing the firm round globes of my ass gently and then relaxing his
fingers, like he was giving me a massage while he stiffened his tongue
and pushed it inside my ass as far as he could.

"Oh, uh it was good." Cheryl giggled nervously. "He...Jim, took good
care of me."

"Wha..." I gasped softly, unable to help myself.

"What's that?"

"What did he do? You guys...I mean." My brain wasn't quite working right
just then.

"Ummm...Well, we...You know." The woman laughed and she was probably
blushing.

"How many times?" I breathed, reaching back with my other hand to pull
my dad's face hard against my ass.

"How many?" Cheryl sounded a little surprised that I'd get so
personal.

"Oh, never mind..." I said quickly. "...I'm being rude, aren't I?"

I just wanted the girl to tell me what it had been like fucking my
brother. Taking his big cock inside her already pregnant womb. I was
filled with visions of that, Cheryl on her hands and knees, begging
for Jim to push his cock deep. Or on her back, legs high over his
shoulders, moaning beneath him as my brother pumped her cunt hard.

"No..." Cheryl giggled. "It's...It's okay, we just did it once. But it was
nice."

"Just once?" I gasped, but because my dad had decided to replace his
tongue with a finger and I thought I might have to punish him for
that. For taking advantage of me that way.

But it felt good though.

"Yeah." Cheryl sounded a little indignant, mistaking the noises I made
for something else.

"Well, as long as it was good..." I breathed, trying save this
conversation before I totally pissed her off. That was the problem
with wanting to play mind games all the time. They could get a little
edgy.

"It was good." Cheryl said, but just then it sounded like she was
trying to reassure herself and I rolled my eyes, hoping I hadn't
filled her pretty head with doubt suddenly. I didn't need her crying
on my shoulder just then.

Pregnancy had wound that woman a little too tight, in my opinion.

"I...I...Know..." I was fucking myself back, onto my dad's thick finger as
he licked and kissed his way around it.

"Are you okay, Susan?" Cheryl asked me.

"I...I'm just uh...Yeah, I'm fine." I took a deep breath. "I'll see you
later...Ohhh God! Daddy!"

I was cumming with a scream, probably before I turned off the phone,
but I couldn't be sure. My clit had been rubbing itself raw on that
folded up robe and now I was paying for it. Daddy fucked my ass good,
sliding his long wet finger in and out, using his tongue and lips on
my smooth soft skin. He was even biting me, dragging his teeth across
the soft skin and then nipping me playfully. And all I could do was
lay on that table, my entire body throbbing around the pleasure
between my legs.

It was my parents, It had to be. I'd had plenty of sex with a lot of
different people, and with the exception of Katrina, it had never been
this good. It wasn't the physical stuff, it was in my head, all in my
brain, and I was smiling, giggling even as my father stood up slowly,
showing me his fingers as he licked them clean for me.

"How come we didn't do this stuff a long time ago, Slave-Daddy?" I
asked him weakly.

"I don't know, Mistress." He shook his head. "We weren't ready maybe."


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