An opportunity opens for Pam to put her older sister in her place but is it really an opportunity?
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The four women were busy preparing for Randy's party.
"We can use the glass table to decorate the cake," Maggie clears the table off.
"Are you sure it is big enough?" asks Abbey.
"Yeah, of course it is," said an indignant Trish.
"I got the spatulas, let's gets some frosting on that cake," grins Pam.
"Lets use the red frosting as the base for the bikini," said Trish. "Red is my color."
"I thought we could put two pineapple rings over the nipple area with cherries for the nipples poking out," grinned Pam.
"Pam," Maggie scolded. "This is for my son."
"Lighten up," Pam chides her older sister. "This was your idea to make a 'bikini' cake."
"Speaking of lighten up, lets put two candle there instead of cherries."
"Wait a minute," exclaims Trish.
"That's what I was thinking," Added Pam ignoring Trish's protest. "I bought three candles for the cake." She reached into a bag near her and pulled out two candles (half inch diameter and three inches high) with the number '2' attached to them. "These can go on the boobs." Holding these with one hand, she reached back in the bag and pulled out a large candle (with a two inch diameter and six inches high) with the number '10' attached to it. "We can put this candle in the crotch like a dildo."
"A little on the small side for that hole," joked Abbey.
"Don't worry," answered Pam to the concerned looks she was getting. "We'll put these in careful so as not to ruin the cake."
"First lets make sure the cake won't fall off the platter and the we can start frosting," Maggie says, eager to get it done before Randy comes home. "His father should be dropping him off in an hour and we have a lot to do. "Better put on aprons so as not to mess up our party outfits."
"All that is left is the cake," Pam protested to Maggie. "We have already decorated and set up the games."
"I just don't want him walking in to a half finished cake," Maggie told her. Pam nodded her agreement and the girls put on their aprons. Pam grabbed the spatulas and came over to the table.
"Careful with those," Trish warns Pam as Pam teasingly slaps her tit with one.
"First we have to put on a layer of powdered sugar," Maggie pipes in. "This'll give the spots we don't cover with frosting a pale skin tone as well as give it some added taste."
The girls put some paper towels around the edging to collect any excess powdered sugar that might spill off. They each grab a sifter and start powdering up the cake front and back. It doesn't take long for the three sifters to completely cover the cake.
"Now the bikini," smiles Pam. "I call the bikini bottom."
"I call the top," smiles Abbey.
"Ok, I stick to the more decorative features," concede Pam.
Abbey and Pam each grab a container of strawberry frosting that has had red food coloring added to it. The have fun applying thick layers of the frosting to the cake. Next they decorate the edging with multi color gumdrops. Pam grabs several and pushes them deep into the frosted bottom. "Give randy a surprise looking for them," she tells the others. Maggie shakes her head as Pam smoothes over the frosting. Abbey adds the pineapples and the "2" candles to the nipples.
Maggie is adding decorative features to the rest of the cake while the girls finish the bikini. She created a flower design on the belly button. She adds some candy earrings to the cakes face. She applies some red candy lips over a ball gag and then adds gumdrops for eyes and frosting for eyebrows.
"I thought I would give you the pleasure of putting in the "10" candle since it is your son," smile Pam handing Maggie the candle.
"Thank you," Maggie smiles. She gabs the candle and inserts several inches of it into the cake's bikini bottoms seeming to take joy out of the act. "Now let's clean up."
The girls scramble to clean up the mess and freshen themselves up.
I know this is going to be his best birthday. Yet as I look around the room, something is wrong here. Like out of a fog I start to see what we have really done. Looking over to our cake I see Trish tied to the glass table on her back with powder sugar covering her and a frosting bikini on.
"What the fuck," I mutter to myself. "Why is Trish on the table?" I ask Pam and Abbey.
"She's our cake silly," Abbey giggles at me.
"But she is naked under that frosting!" What the fuck is the matter with everyone?
"Look at your self Maggie," grins Pam.
My God. As I look in the mirror I see myself dressed in the in a black micro-skirt with sheer black hose and my five inch heeled knee high boots. My top is made of a gauzy somewhat sheer material with the two large spade shaped patches covering her nipples. My lacy black bra pushes up my breast underneath but leaves my nipples covered only by those spades. I lift my skirt to see that I am wearing the spade thong to complete my outfit. The only thing difference from my strip poker outfit is the cunt hair earrings in place of the black spade earrings.
Now I can see that all of us but Trish are dressed in our strip poker outfits. Abbey is wearing a red micro skirt, red hose and garters, and red go-go boots. She has her brazier top on. I can see the point of her diamond thong sticking out from under her skirt. She also has her cunt hair earrings on in place of her diamond shaped red earrings.
Pam's outfit is red like Abbeys except the top is a halter like top made up of one large cutout of a heart, the top loops of the heart covering her breasts. Her bare shoulders reveal that her bra is strapless. Pam has her cunt hair earrings on in place of her heart shaped ones.
"We got to change before Randy gets home," I tell them.
"What about the posters?" asks Pam.
Poster? Fuck. I look at the wall to discover at least a dozen life size posters of us in our poker outfits. There is Pam with a dildo shoved in her cunt. There is Trish with Abbey eating her out. There I am with Mark Fucking my ass while I am on the phone with Randy. And many more posters cover the wall. There is a close-up of an ass with the transparent dildo shoved up it. It has been enlarged so that the asshole is about the size of my head. The shape of the spade tattoo on the fight ass cheek and the club shaped birthmark in the crack reveals it is my ass. Now I remember getting these in the mail a week ago from Mark. We had decided to give these to Randy for his birthday. It had seemed so harmless then.
As I stood frozen there, I heard a car door close outside.
"Quick hide," giggles Abbey.
As I run toward the door as fast as I can to lock it, I see it open to the wide-eyed stare of my son.
"Happy Birthday!" I hear my sisters shout.
"Happy Birthday Randy," I try to smile from beneath my blush. "Maybe you should go in your room and come back out when I tell you it is 'OK.'" I try to tell him while I motion for him to close the door. I don't dare get close lest some neighbor see me dressed like this.
"And miss my gifts," he smiled. "I don't think so." He held up four cards from his pocket. "Now I have already told the other three but I wanted to thank you for the card deck you gave me. I especially like the queens, four of a kind."
As I looked at the cards I realized to my horror that they were pictures of Trish, Pam, Abbey, and me.
"Randy gives those to me," I shouted.
"Stop," he commanded me as I reached for them. "And listen to me."
As much as I wanted to, I could not move.
"This was the lesser of two evils Mark talked about," came Pam's voice from behind me. "He has a video strip poker game with us as the players so he has already seen us do unbelievable things. He came to me yesterday after seeing my birthmark. When I told him you had an identical one on your ass, he remembered seeing it when you and I were on the motorcycle a year ago. He has it figured out and he knows we have to obey him."
"He has already talked to me and Trish last night when we came home," adds Abbey.
He closed the door and continued, "You will not take these cards from me or try to come up with a way to have them taken from me. Whether I am holding these cards or not, I am now your master and all four of you are my slaves. You will enjoy being my slaves. "
"Now you four are the ones who went to all this work preparing for me and the cake," he smiles as he looks over at the table. Is that Trish? Fuck she is hot like that. This is the best cake I ever received." As he looks over the walls he smiles again pointing at the various pictures. "Wow Pam, I wouldn't have thought that that would fit in there. Abbey, what big tits you have. Look at Trish suck that cock. Is this really you Mom?" he asks point to the blow up of my ass.
"You shouldn't look at you Mom's ass like that," I try to tell him even while I am drawn to the boner in his pants. My God, no!
"No more protest Mom," Randy adds. "And loose the shirt and skirts."
Despite every effort on my part, I find my body walking over to Pam and my mouth asking her, "please unbutton my blouse." As Pam unbuttons my blouse my thumbs hitch under the waste of my skirt and I pull down over my ass and let it drop to the floor. In pulling the skirt off, my ass comes in contact with Pam's crotch and I find myself rubbing her pussy through her skirt.
"Umm, nice job Mom. Quick spin for me. Nice." As I spin around for his inspection, Randy walks over to the counter and picks up a pair of scissors. I know I should be revolted but a jolt of pleasure courses through me. "Just one adjustment needed." He comes back to me and has me stop facing him. Reaching down he pulls the spade off my pussy and with a few quick snips, I now have an open crotch thong panties. He holds the front of my panties and takes a deep whiff, "Umm, love that smell. Someone has been excited." He backs away to admire his handiwork. "I was going to have you loose your panties but that thong wedged in your ass was just too sexy." As I try to cover my crotch with my hand he adds, "No covering up."
Turning his back to me he tells the Abbey and Pam, "You two, follow your big sisters example and loose the skirts and blouses. Mom will help you alter your panties." Randy just sets back in his chair and watches as they strip off their skirts and blouses. I take delicate care as I cut the crotch from their panties. I can't help but admire their bodies and taking a sweet smell of their snatch.
"Now come a little closer and let me see your wares," he directs us. "Hands behind your heads so as not to cover anything I might want to see." First Pam sashays up to him. As she spins, Randy's hands take sample strokes of her flesh. Having her hands behind her head leaves her vulnerable. After Pam gives her second spin and moves away, Abbey repeats the process. With her hands behind her back, her chest shoves those D cup breasts out for show and feel. Finally I walk up to him and find myself swaying my hips and jutting out my chest. I can feel the heat build between my legs. As his fingers caress my pussy, it is all I can do not to thrust my hips forward into his fingertips.
As I walk away I hear him comment, "Now I haven't seen a lot of pussy before, but all three of your pussies look a little swollen and moist to me. Looks like they are getting a little hot and bothered." I can't believe this is my son talking, but he is telling the truth. I can feel the heat burn in my pussy even as my face heats up from blushing.
Even as I struggle within myself I can feel a smile plastered to my face. I fight down the growing urge to give in to my body's desires and pleasures. THIS IS MY SON! DAM IT!
"We better get some cake, I can't imagine Trish can sit still for much longer. I think just listening to us has got her a little excited," he laughs as he points to where some of the frosting around the candle in her crotch has gotten runny. A little moan of agreement can be heard under the candy lips. Pam goes over and lights the candles.
On queue we start singing a new version of happy birthday that we had made up just for him.
Happy fuck-day to you Happy fuck-day to you Happy fuck-day dear Randy Happy fuck-day to you
Will you screw us today? We want your cock so bad. Please screw each of us today. In every hole and every way.
Randy blows out the candles. How could I even sing that to my son?
"Now lets lick the candles clean," smiles Pam.
"First let me get a taste of the cake," Randy says as he goes up to the face.
Even hearing Maggie talk about the party didn't faze me. But when I heard Randy come in, I realized to my horror what I had done. It was like waking from a slumber. I tried my best to get up and flee but the rope hold me in place. I want to scream but the ball gag only allows me to grunt.
As much as it sickened me to hear Randy have the sisters strip and model for him, my imagination caused quite a stir in me. I can remember helping Maggie strip that first time. I can remember how each of the girls had looked and the feel of their bodies that poker night. Even though we had enjoyed each other some since then, nothing compared to that night. Yet even now my body seemed to say that this party would exceed even that fateful poker night.
I heard Pam strike the match to light the candles. A thrill went through me as I felt the heat from the candles on my tits and buried in my cunt. Randy blows on the candles, he first blows across my tits and then my crotch, sending ripples of pleasure coursing through me. I knew I was pleasing him and this gives me great pleasure.
Even now I can hear him approach my face. He is so gentle as he kisses first one gumdrop and then the other from my eyes. I open them to the smile of my master. Yes, even as I struggle to deny it, I know he is my master. As he kissed my gum mouth away and unties the gag from my mouth. I can feel his tongue enter my mouth as I realize I can show him a thing or two. I desire to wrap my sugarcoated arms around him and draw him closer but they are still held in place by silk cords. I feel his hand reach back and dip the candle deeper into my pussy. A shudder of joy ripples through my body. I hear the other ladies moving around and realize they are undressing him.
He removes the candle and climbs onto the table preparing to mount me frosting and all. I am not sure if the table can handle this but that does not slow him or me down. I feel his prick enter me as he starts pounding away. It is a delicious feeling to be full again. The protests forming in my mind are washed away as he thrusts deeper into me. He moves down and starts licking my breast clean.
"This is sure the juiciest cake I have ever had," he smiles at me.
We have only been going at it a couple of minutes but I am already on the edge. I see by the look on his face that he also is not far from loosing it. With one last thrust he starts pumping into me as I proceed to orgasm a second time since he came to eat his cake. As he finishes pumping his load into me, he finishes licking my breasts clean.
"Happy Birthday," I smile at my new master. He is so wonderful.
"Untie her," I can hear him tell the others. "I am a little sticky down here. I need you girls to come clean me up."
I sit up to see Abbey and Pam go down on Randy but I notice Maggie is hanging back.
My body yearns for my sons cock as I watch Abbey and Pam lick Randy's balls. But he is my son, I think as my knees bend. NO! Somehow, I am able to stop myself inches from his luscious cock. NO!
I am amazed I have been able to stop. I remember hearing that you cannot make a person do something while hypnotized that they really don't want to. Does this mean all those things I did a year ago were things I really wanted to do.
"A little early for that Mom," Randy smiles. "Why don't you go clean up Trish?"
My little victory is lost as I walk over to Trish and lick the frosting from her cum soaked pussy. Fuck it tastes so good. I love the taste of male and female love juice mixed together. STOP IT MAGGIE. This is your SON'S semen that you are eating. How can I love it? I have to be able to stop but there is no will power now.
I can feel Trish squirming under my tongue and for the moment I am able to forget this is my son's sperm on my good friend. Yes this tastes so good. I dive my tongue as deep as I can down her love canal as I feel her hands reach around from where she is now sitting and gab my tits. Fuck she feels so good. Even as I feel her pussy throb around my tongue, I feel my own orgasm wash over me.
After I recover, I untie Trish from the table. Trish slides down to the floor next to me and starts lick the excess frosting and cum from my face. She gently holds me and caresses me.
She looks over my shoulder at Randy and asks, "How many women have you had Master?"
"You are my first my sexy slave" he tells her.
I feel Trish's body go rigid as another orgasm rips through her. "I am master's first," I hear her moan.
I look over to Randy who is enjoying his tongue bath from his two aunts. He smiles at Trish and I on the floor together. As much as I want to be mad or even disgusted at him, I can only look on with a longing to make him happy.
"Time for some games," I hear myself mutter.
"Games?" asks Randy.
"Yeah," Pam says after pulling her mouth off his semi-hard cock. "We made up some games for your birthday."
"Well lets go," he tells us. Abbey and Pam reluctantly leave Randy's cock and stand up. Trish and me reluctantly let each other go.