"WOW!" What a photo session that had been. Everything went better than I expected. It had been so hard not to push them more.

My ladies continued on their transformation. I think having Mom and Aunt Tammy cum all over my hand seemed to have sped up their progress, even it I had made the memory vague to them.

I had to add a morning walk to my evening walk to watch their progress with the itch. Aunt Tammy seemed to have an easier time with the idea of scratching her ass than Mom. I watched them as they progressed.

Each morning they would roll over and begin the scratch toward their ass. Their attempts at lubricating their fingers were actually humorous to watch. Reaching over in their sleep to dip their finger into the open jar led was not easy. Sometimes they chased it around the night table; sometimes they knocked it off. Sometimes their fingers were greased and sometimes they were dry.

By the third day, Aunt Tammy had decided that it was easier to just dip her whole hand in. It was fun watching her lying on her stomach with her ass a few inches in the air. Her greased hand split her cheeks as she made her way to her asshole; she spent several minutes rubbing it to groans of pleasure.

Mom was also progressing but just not as eager. The same day I watched Mom make it to her asshole. Her face had a look of concern even as she rubbed it. It took several minutes until she started to get into it. I was eager for tomorrow morning.

That afternoon, Aunt Tammy came home with two black bags. I wouldn't have thought much about it if I hadn't seen Mom's reaction when Aunt Tammy gave her one of the bags.

She turned a beet red. Her reaction to it and the pack of batteries Aunt Tammy handed her were a sure sign of what was in the bag that had embarrassed Mom. She noticed me looking and quickly bolted to the bedroom.

That night as I approached Mom's bedroom, I noticed a humming sound coming from within. Looking in, I saw her ling on her back. Between her breasts she held a red twelve-inch vibrating dildo that was thicker than any cock I had seen before. She rubbed it between her breasts, licking the head of it when it peaked out of the valley of her breasts.

Her other hand had made it to her crotch where it began rubbing her pussy in a circular pattern. Already her g-string shows dark patterns of moisture.

Slowly she inched the dildo downwards. Grabbing the top of her panties with her thumb, she exposed her almost bare pussy. Except for the photo shoot, this was the best view I had yet seen of her. She had shaven all the hair except a narrow strip from her pussy.

First she ran the dildo along the top of her lips. Then using her other hand to spread her moist lips she slowly starts it into her pussy.

I find myself opening the door wider for a closer look. I freeze as it squeaks, ready to dive out of the doorway if she starts to pull back her eye mask.

Her head jerks at the sound and her hands freeze; but only for a second. She believes it is only her imagination and this only fuels the fire.

Now she actually spreads her legs wider, giving her imaginary audience and me a better view. Licking her lips seductively, she continues on her downward plunge.

Soon her hips ride up to match the downward motion and then back to the bed as she withdraws. Her love box swallows up three, four, six, and then eight inches. Soon the whole length is swallowed up as she holds it by its very end dipping it into her snatch.

Her other hand made it back to her breasts where she massaged and pulled at her nipples. As her strokes became shorter and quicker, her back's arch increased. Freeing one of her boobs from the nighty, she began suckling on one of her own tits.

Finally with a gasping and moaning, she shoves the dildo in as deep as it will go. The look on her face was between agony and extreme pleasure as she rides the wave.

Then as if the air was let out of her, she sank back to her bed. Having clicked the vibrator off, she left the dildo submerged in her pussy and drifted off to sleep.

Heading to my bedroom, I made a detour to pick up one of the bottle that had Mom's diet supplement in it. That night I added to the bottle's volume.

The next morning I watch as Aunt Tammy took the first steps in to her ass. She quickly made it to her asshole then slowly began circling it. After ten minutes of this, I was thinking it might be another day before she worked up enough courage to enter when her finger started pushing down wards. She stopped after it was knuckle deep

At first her face registered discomfort but as she continued to stretch her asshole out, she began smiling in pleasure. With her free hand, she began working on her pussy, rubbing in small circles over her clit. It was shortly after this that she reached her climax.

"Countdown," I casually say at the breakfast table the next morning.

It still is a hot sight to see a full-grown women go blank as she enter my control. It will never grow tiresome.

Mom and Aunt Tammy are sitting in a relaxed state, waiting for my new commands.

"Black Ops," I triggered them.

I usually only put them under with the other girl's on their weight watching night but I needed to add this command sooner than that. They were now comfortable with their new toys and ready for the next step.

"Have you ever done something in secret and hoped someone would find out?" I asked them.

"Yes," they both agreed both blushing. I knew part of them wanted me to walk in and see them masturbating at night, I had put that suggestion in them.

"Do you think your subconscious can sometimes betray your inner desires?"

"Yes," the both agreed again.

"Do you understand men get pleasure seeing a women masturbate in front of them?"

"Yes."

"We are going to do a few

"'Ultra Logic Loop 70 - If a man gets pleasure seeing a woman masturbate and you get pleasure pleasing men therefore you must enjoy men knowing you what?"

"'Ultra Logic Loop 71 – If your subconscious sometimes betrays your inner desire and your inner desire is to let a man know you are masturbating then your subconscious should find a way to let a man know what?”

"'Ultra Logic Loop 72 – Your subconscious would not betray you to a man you can not trust and there is one man in the house who you do trust then who would your subconscious betray your behavior to?”

"'Ultra Logic Loop 73 – A smoker’s subconscious might betray itself by leaving a cigarette out and an alcoholic’s subconscious might betray itself by leaving a bottle of liquor out therefore how would someone’s subconscious betray them who is masturbating with a dildo?”

Each morning I watched their pleasure increase as they learned to love having their ass filled.

It was fun to see their fingers disappear in their ass further and further. Tammy was the first I saw to start incorporating it into her nightly masturbation session. It was almost the end of the week when I saw her bring out dildo 2.

Her normal dildo was already submerged in her pussy. She picked up a second smaller one from her nightstand where she already had lubricated it. Slowly she fed it into her ass. Soon each hand was alternating plunging her ass then her pussy with a dildo. Faster and faster the strokes became. Louder and louder her groans came out until, with an almost growl, she reached her climax. Even after she kept a slow rhythm going as she drifted off to sleep.

Now if she woke up in the morning with a dildo up her ass, it was her own doing.

It was almost the end of the week before I saw Mom succumb to the ass dildo of her own.

Meanwhile, I had plenty of opportunities to see up skirts and down shirts. Both of the girls started leaving open the bathroom door whenever they were in there.

I noticed the full-length mirror that had been on the door was now relocated to the wall. This actually gave me a vantage point in the living room where I could see most of went on in the bathroom. I do not think this was an accident. It was hot to see the girls dry off after a shower. I was amazed how seductive a towel drying could be.

One morning towards the end of the week, Mom asked me to get her purse from her room. It was then I noticed Mom had accidentally left her dildo out on her dresser, right next to her purse. It was still moist. I took a good smell before setting it back down.

“Jeffrey!” I heard a panicked voice call my name as I entered her room. I made believe I didn’t hear her as I continued on my mission. I could hear her hurried steps coming down the hall as I made my way out.

“I ah…” she started not sure of what to say.

“Here you go Mom,” I handed her her purse innocently.

She smiled even as she blushed. I could tell there was more to the blush than embarrassment.

After I was part way down the hall, I heard her enter her room. I am sure she knew I had seen it since I had stood it up on end in the middle of her dresser.

Another time Aunt Tammy left hers out in the bathroom. She was coming out and I was going in. It was only after I closed the door that I heard a gasp come from her. I stood hers on end just like I had Mom’s to let her know I found her little toy.

From then on, it was not unusual to find one in the bathroom or on their beds.

The weekly card game was planned for a day earlier than normal. There was a teacher's workshop and we had half the day off. That night we had a home coming game so we decided to play cards in the afternoon instead of the usual time. I told Mom of this early in the week.

The day before the card game, Mom told me she had some of her friends coming over that day. Seems they had decided to take that day off and hang out together. I thought there might be more to it than she was saying so I did not remind her that the boys would be over.

That evening we had supper out on the porch. She commented, "I forgot your curtains were blue. Isn't it funny, I bet no one ever looks up at those windows when they are out here."

The slight blush on her face told me it was more than just an idle comment.

After school the next day, Tom, Pat, and I went straight to my house. I recognized Sally and Cindy's car out front. This was becoming a more common occurrence as the ladies spent more time together. Coming in the door to a quiet house, I figured they must be out shopping together.

Looking out the sliding door onto the porch, I saw Mom, Sally, Jane, Cindy, and Aunt Tammy in various skimpy bathing suits. They were catching some afternoon sun. I didn't notice the other guys but I do know I had an instant hard on.

Signaling the guys, I had us head up to my room. It was on the second floor and overlooked the porch. From there we had a perfect view of the porch. I now new the reason for Mom's comment about never noticing my windows.

I wondered about the ladies who were laying on their back but that had those sun tanning eye covers on. I waited downstairs and directed the other up to my room. Between my two windows and the window in the adjoining bathroom, the nine of us looked out at the ladies.

Between the five women out there, we had about every vantage point we could want and several varieties of bathing suits.

Mom's suit was a strip of cloth about two and a half inches wide that wrapped around her neck. The two joined together at her crotch, narrowing to one strip a little more than an inch wide. From there the strip continued to her backside, emerged from her ass cheeks spread out to about three and a half inches. Four chains on each side come from the corners of this triangle and attach to the sides of the swimsuit. Two of the chain ran from the corner in the back to the front of the suit at her breasts. This kept the material across her ample breasts stretched to the max with only on thin two-inch long chain between her breast keeping her nipples covered.