SCHOOLGIRLS AT PLAY

BY KENNA
kenna198401@aol.com

[ part 5 ]

“Bye, Honey,” said Cathy’s husband, Donald, as he kissed her and opened the car door. She was dropping him off at the airport. With a sinking feeling she watched him slide out of the car. Summer vacation was just starting. Melissa and Jennifer had graduated from high school. Brad was going to be a senior next year. Cathy had been looking forward to summer until Donald had announced he would be in Australia for two months – the entire summer.

“Winter, Honey, winter,” Donald kept reminding her. Like it made any difference to her that he would be in the Australian winter while she was home alone for the summer. Alone, she shook her head at the irony of it. Her husband thought he was leaving her home alone. It wasn’t that she would miss him terribly; he spent so much time away already. But, later today Jennifer would be moving into their house. Cathy knew she had a summer of lesbian slut slavery to look forward to at the hands of her daughter, Melissa, and her two other mistresses, Beth and Patty. With Donald out of the house for the summer, there would be no limits to what she would have to do. Her only protection would be the times when her son, Brad, was around the house. Her many mistresses had been considerate enough to avoid any indiscretions when Brad was around, though there had been some close calls on occasion.

Donald finished wrestling his two big suitcases out of the trunk and waved to Cathy one more time. She waved back. She pulled away from the curb, not wanting to go home, but knowing that she was expected and she dared not disobey. Luckily Brad would be home and wouldn’t leave for work for a couple of hours. She would have a few moments of peace before the summer’s activities started. She hoped she could keep Brad unaware of the activities for the whole two months. Lately he’d been giving her strange looks and she was beginning to think he suspected something was going on. The look he’d given her just last night was more like he’d give a girlfriend than his mother.

On top of everything else, today was Cathy’s birthday. The family had held the celebration yesterday since Donald was leaving today. They’d gone out to dinner and shared a few presents. But, it hurt that her husband had to leave today of all days. She tried to relax for the few minutes it took to drive home.

Opening the door to her house, Cathy was suddenly hit by, “Surprise!” Her two children were standing just inside the door with more birthday presents.

“Oh, you shouldn’t have,” gushed Cathy, overwhelmed by the sentiment. She hugged both her kids and then sat down on the couch to open her presents.

“Mine first,” said Brad.

Cathy took the small box and unwrapped it carefully. The box was about the size to hold a necklace and she wondered what it could be as she pried the lid off. She stared in wonder and disbelief as she realized what was in the box. It was a collar. She picked it up and held it out. “I don’t understand,” she said.

“Read the inscription,” said Brad.

Cathy took the small metal tag that dangled from the collar in her hand and read it. “Bitch Slave, I belong to Brad and Melissa,” she said aloud. Her world spun around her as she looked at Brad.

“Try it on,” said Melissa.

“I… I don’t know,” said Cathy. “What’s going on?” She hoped she was dreaming or that somebody would say it was a joke.

“Mom,” said Brad. “Melissa told me all about you. I’ve even seen some of the tapes.”

“Oh, God, no,” said Cathy. She looked at Melissa. “Not him, too.”

Melissa’s voice got hard. “I told you to try on the collar, bitch. Now model it for us!”

“Y-yes, mistress,” said Cathy. A wave of humiliation swept over her as she put the collar around her neck. Her son had seen the tapes of her performing all sorts of lewd lesbian acts with her mistresses. Now he was on their side. Brad’s presence was no longer her summer sanctuary; it would be yet another mistr… master. The collar clicked into place and she craned her neck ever to slightly so her children could see it.

“Jesus, bitch,” said Melissa. “I said model the collar, not the rest of your clothes!”

For a second Cathy stared at her teenage mistress in disbelief. “You mean…?”

“Want me to spell it out, mommy?” taunted Melissa. “We want to see you in nothing but the collar.”

Cathy stood slowly, still hoping that somehow this was a joke. But, she’d been through too much at the hands of her mistresses to disobey. She started unbuttoning her shirt, knowing full well that this was no joke. As she pulled the blouse open, she wondered how long Brad had known. He’d been giving her strange looks for about a week and now she realized he had been looking at her in a sexual way. She pulled the blouse off and tossed it on the couch, noticing that Brad’s eyes were glued to the front of her bra.

The mother of the two teenagers bent down and removed her shoes and socks. She wasn’t in a hurry, but she didn’t want to disappoint her mistress and earn a spanking either. Standing, she took a deep breath and then slid down her slacks. She trembled as she realized that she was starting to get excited. The excitement started as a tiny tingle of arousal, but it also meant her pussy was starting to get wet. She could never forget that first day when Patty had raped and enslaved her. That feeling of humiliation gave birth to a pounding desire. That feeling was starting all over again.

Brad’s eyes feasted on his mother’s slim form. It was just a week ago that Melissa had introduced him to the idea of his mom as a sex object. At first he’d been shocked, but he’d noticed her in a different light suddenly. She was beautiful and sexy, not like so many of the frumpy housewife moms of the other kids. Then Melissa had shown him the tapes and he’d seen just how sexual and sensual his mom could be. His masturbation fantasies had suddenly shifted from high school seniors to the mature woman living in his own house.

As Cathy’s bra came off, Brad was treated to the first live view of his mother’s full, round tits. He smiled as he felt the power that his sister already knew. His mom was his sex slave. In seconds she would be wearing nothing but his collar. She slid down her panties to reveal her shaved pussy. Hiding her intense shame, she put her hands to her side as she knew was expected and posed for the two teens. She hated the feeling of arousal that was building, but she couldn’t deny it. Words formed in her head and she knew they would be like pouring gasoline on a fire. “How does mommy look?” she asked, barely able to think coherently as the lust filled her.

Brad stared in silent wonder as he took in the nude form of his mommy. He hadn’t called her that in years, but it sounded so naughty, forbidden, and … sexy. He shifted his stance as his cock filled his pants, and then reached for his crotch to adjust the bulge. Beside him he heard his sister, much more accustomed to debasing their mother, as she answered the rhetorical question. “Fuckable, mommy, absolutely fuckable.”

“Oh yeah,” said Brad finally.

Cathy let out a slight gasp at the obvious desire in her son’s eyes. Her eyes ran down his body to take in the motion as he adjusted his cock inside his tight jeans. She was used to 12-inches of hard plastic and she could see he didn’t have that much to offer, but it was about 8-inches of warm, responsive flesh. She licked her lips involuntarily as she gazed at the bulge… 8-inches of suckable, fuckable cock.

“But first, you have two more presents, slave,” said Melissa, handing her the next one. “This one’s from me.”

Cathy looked at the two remaining packages in a different light. They were hardly presents in the way she’d thought of them before. They were the accoutrements of slavery, nicely wrapped, but still not something that she wanted. She turned the present over in her hands and then ripped off the gaily colored birthday paper. This one was about the size of a shoe box. As she opened it, she stared at it in confusion. She looked up at her daughter and mistress. “I have one of these already.”

Melissa laughed. “This one is a little different, bitch.” She reached out and took the dildo from the box and held it up. “It’s a strap on,” she said as she waved the leather straps. “But it doesn’t strap on me like the one you already have. The straps are too short.”

While Melissa held it up for her slave to see and understand, Cathy still couldn’t see the difference. “Who’s it strap on?” she asked.

“You, mommy,” said Melissa. “On your face.” She held the harness up to her slave’s face with the dildo pointing out. “Then I can ride your face and get a good fuck at the same time,” laughed Melissa.

“Oh, my God,” moaned Cathy.

“Yeah,” said Melissa as she saw the light dawn in her mother’s eyes. “And I’m getting all squishy wet just thinking about it.” But, she tossed the gadget aside for now.

“Just one more present,” said Brad as he handed the slave her last package. “This is from the both of us.” This present was in between the other two in size. Cathy opened the last package and held up two sets of leather cuffs. The cuffs were about three inches wide and connected with a short metal chain about 2 inches long.

“Here, let me help you model those,” said Melissa. “I’ll just strap this around your right wrist, like this…” She fastened the leather cuff around the slave’s wrist and pulled the strap tight. Cathy turned to put her back to Melissa, putting her wrists close together to help her mistress cuff her wrists together. But Melissa laughed. “Got a new idea for these, mommy,” she said. “Kneel down.” She pushed her mother to her knees and pulled her right wrist close to her right ankle. Then she strapped the other cuff around the slave’s ankle, trapping her wrist and ankle just inches apart.

Cathy had to lean back to get her wrist and ankle together for her mistress. It made her push her tits out as she arched her back. “I can’t…” she started to say and then stopped herself.

“Can’t what, mommy,” asked Melissa as she put the first half of the second set of cuffs on Cathy’s left wrist.

“Can’t believe you’re doing this to me,” said Cathy.

“Oh, believe it, mommy,” said Melissa. “We figured we had to include Brad or else you’d been hiding around him every chance you got. This way there’s no reason you can’t be naked and ready anytime.” She pulled Cathy’s left wrist down to her ankle and fastened the last cuff around her ankle. When she stepped back to look, Melissa was thrilled at the sight. Her mom was on her knees, hog-tied wrists to ankles, totally helpless, and totally on display. She turned to Brad and said, “You still dressed, bro? She’s all ready for you.”

Brad tore his eyes away from his mother for a moment and looked at his sister. “Wow,” was all he could say. He was envious of his sister, who had obviously been doing this for some time. He’d noticed the practiced ease with which she’d cuffed their mom and how her demeanor had changed to demanding as she humiliated their slave. He pulled his shirt up over his head and kicked off his sandals. He was barely able to restrain himself as he pulled down his jeans and then his briefs. His cock sprung out, pointed at the ceiling. A little self-conscious, he glanced at his sister, who was staring at his cock. It felt strange to be naked in front of his mother and his sister, but his cock was demanding attention.

Cathy licked her lips in anticipation. The heat in her body was undeniable as she gazed on her son’s throbbing cock. Again words formed in her head. She was the slave of her daughter - the slave of her son. She was a sex toy for them. She was kneeling and totally at their mercy. There was no doubt in her mind that she was going to be thoroughly used and no doubt that she would enjoy every minute of the abuse. “Mommy can’t stop you,” she said to her son. Her voice was hoarse and sexy. “I have to do anything you want. Did you want to see how Mommy sucks cock?”

The 17-year-old pulled his hand away from his cock, slightly embarrassed that he’d been trying to hide his erection from the two women. He stepped up to his helpless mother. He wanted nothing more than to have her show him just how she could suck cock. Her lips pursed as he approach, promising a wonderful blowjob. The boy pressed his cock to her lips and watched in amazement as she opened wide, eagerly accepting his incestuous cock.

Brad slid about 3-inches of his cock into the warm, wet mouth of his new slave. She looked up at him, her eyes showing her submission to him.

Impatient, Melissa put a hand on her brother’s bare ass and one on the back of her mother’s head and pushed them together. In one swift move, Brad’s cock sank to the hilt down his mother’s throat. “She’s a cocksucker,” said Melissa. “Make her do it right.”

Brad slid his cock back and at the same time, Cathy pulled away, the cock popping free of her mouth. “Yeah, master,” said Cathy. “I’m a cocksucker. Make mommy do it right.”

“Holy fuck,” said Brad in amazement. The words coming out of his sister’s mouth and his mother’s mouth were unbelievable. He’d never thought of either of them in the way that they were acting now. He pushed his cock back down his mommy’s throat and started pumping in and out. His mom started making slurping, sucking sounds as her tongue swirled around his pistoning cock and her cheeks puffed in and out in rhythm to his thrusts. He sank his fingers into her mom’s hair and pulled her forward and back as he fucked her face.

Melissa knelt down beside the humiliated, but totally aroused slave. She was inches from the action, watching her mom suck cock. “Suck him off, bitch,” taunted Melissa. “Just when you thought it couldn’t get any worse. Bam! Here you are sucking off your own fucking son. Be a naughty mommy. What a turn on. Watching you suck cock like the slut you are.”

Cathy rolled her eyes toward her daughter and caught her eye. She couldn’t speak, but her eyes told the message. Please, don’t watch me. Please, stop. Please, don’t talk. It only makes it worse.

But, worse was exactly what Melissa wanted for the slave. “The whole summer is waiting ahead of us,” she said. “Daddy is gone for the whole summer. Just you, me, Brad… and oh, yeah, Jen, Patty, Beth, Bren, Erin, and who knows who else might show up. But, right now, you better pay attention to the cock in your mouth. I’ll bet Brad is about to fill up naughty mommy’s mouth with cum.” She glanced up at Brad’s face. His panting and moaning told her she was probably right. Then she turned her attention back to her mom. “All summer long… a cocksucking, pussy eating, bi-sexual bitch slave.” She reached out to caress her mom’s soft tit. “But a pretty one, too. A pretty, cocksucking, pussy eating, bi bitch slave. Suck him hard now, bitch!”

Brad couldn’t quite make out what his sister was saying, but he could tell it was embarrassing mom even more than she already was. He pounded into her mouth and then felt his cum shoot out of his cock like a cannon. He’d never felt an orgasm like this before as he spurted into the waiting mouth of his own mother. His cock spasmed several times, each spasm filling his mom’s mouth with yet more cum. He could see her throat working to swallow the cum as it filled her mouth and oozed out the corners. It was an incredible feeling.

Brad finally pulled out of his mom’s mouth and sank down onto the couch. Totally satisfied, he weakly watched as Melissa ran her finger around the corners of the slave’s mouth, catching the little bit of cum that leaked out. His sister put her finger into their mom’s mouth. “Don’t want to waste a drop of your master’s cum,” said Melissa as she fed the bits to the slave.

Cathy shuddered at the words – your master’s cum. She’d just sucked off her own son, her new master. “Yes, mistress,” she said. “This slave bitch wants every drop of master’s cum.”

“That’s a good slave,” said Melissa. “Hope you’re not tired yet. It’s my turn now.”

Brad watched with interest as his older sister stripped down now. She kicked off her shoes and reached for the hem of her shirt. The 18-year-old looked over at her brother. “Ooo, you gonna watch big sister?” she asked teasingly. She’d thought about this moment over the past week as she’d planned Brad’s first encounter with her and their mom. She secretly hoped she would turn him on, but he was her brother and she was a lesbian to the core. He wasn’t getting a piece of her. She pulled the shirt up to expose her flat tummy. “You can look, but you can’t touch,” she said. “If you get horny again, I’m sure mommy will be glad to let you use her again… and again… and again…”

Melissa pulled her shirt over her head, very conscious of her brother’s eyes on her. It felt good to have his attention. She slid down her shorts and posed for a second in her bra and panties. “Gonna get a good look at big sister’s tits,” she said as she unclasped her bra. She pulled it free and tossed it at Brad. He caught it sheepishly, but didn’t take his eyes off Melissa.

To her surprise, Melissa found herself blushing as she pulled down her panties. “Well, little bro,” she said to him, ironically because he was a year younger, but larger in size than her, “I let you go quick to get it out of your system. But now you’re going to learn how to tease the bitch.”

Melissa turned to her slave and grabbed her by the hair. “What do you want, bitch slave?” she asked. “Are you ready to make me happy?”

“Yes, mistress,” said Cathy to her daughter. “I want to make you happy. Tell me what you want and I’ll do it.”

“Of course you will,” said Melissa. She nudged her slave’s shackles with her bare foot to accentuate her slave’s helpless position. “As if you have any choice at all.” With that, she pulled her mom forward so she rested on her knees and chest. With her hands still bound to her ankles, that put Cathy’s ass up in the air. Melissa picked up a paddle and swatted it soundly across her mom’s bare, helpless ass.

“Owwww, aaaa,” screamed Cathy. The scream was mostly from surprise. She’d taken much worse and Melissa was just getting started.

Brad jumped as his sister smacked the paddle across their mother’s ass. He’d seen it on the tapes, but in person it sounded and looked much worse. He almost said something until he noticed his cock stir. It looked bad, and he felt a little protective of his mother, but then again, she was really his slave now and so he sat back to watch his sister as she paddled their mom.

“Know what this is for, bitch?” asked Melissa as she planted another swat firmly on Cathy’s ass.

“Owwww, n-n-no, mistress,” said Cathy. She squirmed her ass, but knew there would be no respite.

“When I told you to model the collar, I was extremely upset that you kept your clothes on,” said the teen mistress. “You thought because your son was here that you’d get to keep them on. You’ve been my slave for months now and suddenly you forgot how to behave.” Smack!

“Owwww, oh, oh, yes, mistress, I’m… I’m sorry.”

“Well, if you’re not, you will be,” said Melissa as she proceeded to administer 7 more swats. Cathy’s ass was red and sore when Melissa stopped. She glanced over at her brother and did a double take. Brad’s cock was standing up hard again, just minutes after unloading in his mother’s hot mouth. “Jesus, bitch, take a look at your master,”

Cathy turned her head to see what Melissa was looking at. “Oh, my God,” she moaned. “From watching me get spanked?”

“Yeah,” said Brad. He was as surprised as anybody at his reaction. He reached down and stroked his cock while the two women watched.

“Save it, bro,” said Melissa. “Mommy’s gonna want a piece of that pretty soon.” Brad took his hand off his cock with great reluctance.

Cathy muttered into the carpet.

“What did you say, bitch?” demanded Melissa.

“Mommy wants it now,” said Cathy. “I’m a fucking slut and I need a good fuck. I’m so hot. Put it anywhere. In my cunt. In my ass. Please,” she begged. “Naughty mommy wants to cum.”

Brad looked to his sister for direction. He was ready to go, but he was still learning how to handle their slave. “Save it, bro,” said Melissa again. “She’s not ready and I’m not ready. She doesn’t get to decide when a cock gets put in her. Do you, bitch?”

“No, mistress,” said Cathy. She desperately wanted Brad’s cock, but she would have to wait.

“Fine, then,” said Melissa. “Let’s see how this face dildo works.” She picked up the slave’s second birthday present and put it to her face. “Hmmm, there’s something missing.” She rummaged around in the box and came up with a shorter dildo, about 3-inches long. Examining the apparatus she fit the short dildo into the base on the longer one and screwed it in. When she was done there were 12-inches of cock sticking out of the front of the harness and 3-inches poking inward. “Optional dildo gag,” she said. “I love it.” Cathy gaped at the sight of it. That 3-inch cock was going in her mouth!

With her ass sore, the slave didn’t dare object as her mistress waved the double ended dildo in her face. She opened her mouth to accept the short end, but her mistress stopped.

“Want this, you slut?” asked Melissa. “Want this strapped to your face so you can fuck my cunt?”

“Yes, mistress,” whined Cathy. She didn’t want it, but she knew it was going to happen. She wanted to make her mistress happy and this was the way to do it. More than anything, she didn’t want to have to beg for it. But she knew her mistress well. “This slut wants that cock in her mouth. This lezzie bitch wants it strapped to her face. This slut slave wants to push that cock all the way up her mistress’ cunt and make her cum.”

“See,” said Melissa to her brother. “She lives to serve us. She’ll do anything to make us happy.” She turned back to the slave. “That was pretty good, slut. Want to suck my tits first?”

“Yes, mistress,” said Cathy. “I want to make you happy. I know my mistress likes to have her tits sucked. Please, let me suck them.” She was rewarded with her daughter’s firm tits pressed to her face and started sucking noisily on the swollen nipples. She brought both nipples to hardness, continuing while her mistress moaned in pleasure.

Finished with that show, Melissa pressed her lips to her mother’s lips and kissed her deeply, feeling the very unmotherly response of her slave. The mistress pulled back and said softly, “Now beg again. I like it when you beg.”

“Please, mistress, stick that cock in my mouth. Strap it to my face. Let me fuck you hard in your hot, wet pussy.” She felt the hot blush of shame as she said those words. She was naked and tied for her children. It made her so hot she could hardly stand it. She cast a glance at Brad. His eager eyes on her made her even hotter. She was going to fuck her daughter in front of her son!

Melissa smiled and pushed the short dildo between Cathy’s lips and then fastened the straps around the slave’s head. It took a couple of minutes before Melissa was satisfied with the fit and the angle of the dildo. Then, she pulled her slave to her knees where she sat on her haunches with the dildo invitingly aimed at her daughter’s messy cunt.

“Naughty fucking mommy,” said Melissa as she bent over with her ass pointed at her mom. She surprised herself again by blushing at the thought of that cock sliding up inside her. Brad was watching intently. She’d cum for her mother and for other girls before, but this would be different somehow. She was going to put on a real show for her brother. “Ummmm,” she moaned as she felt her mom push the fake cock between her pussy lips and slid it halfway in. It filled her up deliciously. “Keep that up and I’m going to cum,” she said. Her hands went to her tits and she started kneading them as her slave pushed the dildo all the way to the hilt.

Brad was mesmerized by the sight of his sister bent over at the waist, her ass pressed to their mom’s face, and her hands massaging her own breasts. She was clearly enjoying herself. But, even better was the view of his mother with her face pressed firmly up against Melissa’s shapely ass. He watched as she withdrew the cock almost the whole way and then plunged it back in, burying her face between her daughter’s ass cheeks. He ran his eyes over his mom’s figure again. She was so vulnerable, so compliant, so helpless. He’d never thought of any woman in quite this position before, let alone his own mother. The boy had to fight to keep his hand from stroking his cock. It was such a turn on to see her obeying Melissa’s every command and now pressing her face into her daughter’s ass, making her daughter cum with only that dildo sticking out of her face.

With his cock so hard, Brad was ready to rejoin the action. He got up from the couch and knelt behind his mom. Reaching around her, he put his hands on her tits for the first time. Cathy moaned in pleasure at her son’s touch. She put her mind to fucking Melissa, knowing once that was done, she’d get her reward.

Melissa looked back between her legs and saw Brad’s hands all over his mom. The sight made her even more excited. Brad was feeling up their mom. It looked so naughty. She wanted to say something, but instead she concentrated on her own impending orgasm.

After watching his sister taunt their slave while his cock was being sucked, Brad wanted to try the same thing. He’d heard some of the exchanges between mistress and slave and tried to copy that. “Mommy’s tits feel so good,” he said. “I love watching you stick that cock up ‘Lissa’s cunt. You can’t do anything but fuck her from behind. Stuck between us. Me feeling you up. Her getting fucked. What a naughty mommy. Make her cum while I watch. Make her cum and then I’ll fuck you.”

“Uh huh, uh huh,” grunted Cathy as she heard the promise she wanted to hear. She pushed her face forward and back, thoroughly humiliated at her position, but needing to perform the demeaning act to earn her reward.

“Like that idea, huh?” said Brad. “Naughty mommy. Naked, tied, helpless, slutty, naughty mommy. I’m going to bend you over and fuck you from behind. I’m going to look at that pretty ass of yours and squeeze your tits while I fuck you. And I’m going to do it all summer long. You belong to me now. You’re gonna be my cocksucking slut all fucking summer long.”

Melissa orgasmed as her slave pounded into her dripping cunt. It was a wonderful orgasm spurred on by the thought of Brad squeezing his mommy’s tits and watching that cock slide in and out of his sister’s pussy. Satisfied, she turned and removed the harness from the slave’s face.

Cathy panted from the exertion as the dildo slipped from between her lips. She was afire with lust. Looking back over her shoulder at her new master, she said, “M-master, please fuck me. Use any hole you want. It’s all I’m good for. Fucking. I’m your slut slave. Do me, please. Fuck me and make me cum. I promise I’ll be a good slave.”

Brad knelt behind her. His cock was eager for her pussy, but he’d heard her beg just to have a dildo strap to her face. She was capable of much better that what she was doing now. “I don’t want just a good slave,” he said to her. “I want a naughty mommy. I want to hear you beg for my cock.”

“Yes, yes, anything,” pleaded Cathy to her son. “I’m a naughty mommy. I’ll suck your cock. I’ll take it up my cunt. I’ll take it up my ass. Please, fuck mommy, fuck naughty mommy.” She spread her legs even further. “Am I wide enough? Can you see my cunt and asshole?” She used his own words to fire his lust, “Mommy is naked, tied, helpless, and naughty. I-I-I let my mistress cuff me like this so m-my son can do anything you want to me. Please?”

That was all that Brad could take. He filled his mom’s cunt with his cock so fast that it took her breath away. For a few seconds the only sound was the squish of his cock in her sloppy, wet cunt. Then Cathy let out a moan. “Oh, yes, fuck me… this is what I’m good for. Make me cum. Unnnhh, fuck me hard. Make your naughty mommy cum. I’m a slut who needs a good… ooo, unnnhhh, uh, fuck.”

Brad continued to pound into the hot pussy as he reached around her and fondled her tits. That set Cathy off anew. “Oh, God, yes, touch me there, master. Play with my naughty tits. I’m such a slut. I’m a cunt who needs a good fucking.”

With his cock slick with his mom’s pussy juice, Brad pulled his cock all the way out. “I just have to try this,” he said and shoved his cock in his mother’s tight asshole.

“Ooo, unnnh,” grunted the slave in surprise. It felt wonderful to have him deep inside her, no matter which hole he wanted to use. She felt the warmth of an orgasm building deep inside her. “Fuck me, make me cum, harder, harder,” she pleaded. “Make your naughty mommy cum.”

Brad released her tits and raised up so he could once again see her shapely ass. He couldn’t believe the tightness of her ass. Inspired by what he’d seen Melissa do and how he’d reacted to it, he raised his hand and brought it sharply down across his mother’s bare ass. “Owww,” squealed the slave. “Fuck yes, spank me, master. I’m such a slut. Owww, ooo, owww,” she cried out as he slapped her again and again. “I’m yours to use. Fuck me and … oh, oh, oh, God, yes, I’m cumming. Uhhhnnn, uhhhh, nnnnn, ooooo, yeah, fuck,” she screamed as she went over the edge.

Feeling her tighten even more as she came, Brad let loose with his own orgasm, filling his mother’s ass with his seed. “Oh, God, yes, mommy, you are so hot,” he yelled as he came. “God, I love your tight ass. I love fucking my naughty, slutty mommy.” He collapsed on top of her and then rolled to the floor.

Looking up at his sister, he saw she was holding a video camera. “Oh, yeah,” he said as he panted. “I’m gonna watch that and jerk off so many times.”

“Brad,” said his sister with disdain. “You don’t get it yet. You never have to jerk off again. Get yourself hot with the tape if you want, but your slave will service you anytime and in any way that you could possibly want.”

He blushed and looked over at his new slave. She was panting from exertion, too, and smiling from the pleasure she’d just received. “Yeah,” he said as he gazed at her. “Anything, anytime.”

“Melissa, mistress,” said Cathy. “He’s tired out. You do me now. I need more cock. Please, stick it in my cunt and fuck me some more. Fuck your slutty slave some more.”

“If you insist,” said Melissa as she strapped her 12-inch dildo around her waist. Seconds later the slave was moaning in ecstasy again.