Geis Ch.15 (Patreon)

Chapter Fifteen: Picking Sides

Months Earlier…

James watched Allyson’s fat ass shake as he fucked her from behind. He had her bent over her coffee table, her hips up and her face down as she supported herself on her pale arms. Her breasts swung free, large and unrestrained. Today, she wasn’t wearing the lingerie. Though James liked the look of it, he found that nudity was easier and, being a base creature, he favored simple pleasures over the ornate. For then, at least, lingerie was a decoration he didn’t have time for.

Repeated blows across her bottom had left her pale, shaking ass cheeks red. He smacked her again, and Allyson whined as she rolled her hips against his thrusts. She was different from Paige, who was supple in her own right. Allyson was thicker, though, softer, and her whole body seemed to quake with each deep thrust. Wherever eh grabbed her, he found somewhere soft to hold. James liked how fragile it made her feel, and he liked the bruises his big, fat fingers left on her.

Allyson enjoyed it, too. She had been going to work sore lately, but she was happy every morning when she found him waiting. Lately, she had been avoiding her boyfriend. It wasn’t guilt but disinterest. She didn’t feel bad that she was fucking another, better, man without his knowing. From where she sat, their relationship was over. She just hadn’t taken the time to inform him of that decision. Her body was her own, however, and she refused to keep a social contract that kept her with a lesser man when someone better was there for her.

She still saw Kendall, though, and Allyson found that James’ eleven-inch dick had done a lot to change their relationship, at work and otherwise. Each deep fuck forced a deeper wedge between the two women. The two had a burgeoning friendship that was now completely ruined, and her working relationship with Jackson had become nonexistent. She resented both for what they did to James, whom she saw as the clear victim in the situation.

Still, James made it a point that though Allyson now belonged to him, she was to say nothing to Kendall about it. By extension, Allyson could not make it known how much better James was than Jackson, either. Instead, she was to avoid instigating an argument at all. Distance was allowed and even encouraged, but outright hostility would not be allowed. Driven to obey, Allyson did everything she could to let her displeasure be known short of telling them directly.

As a reward for her good behavior, she got to drool and shake as James railed her. Her head bobbed as her mouth hung open, and James fucked her hard. That morning, he had arrived stiff, and though Allyson was sore from the day before, she had opened quickly before him. Her body was ready, hungry for his dick, and remembering the pleasure, it had opened for him.

Behind her, James growled and swatted her ass again. “Fuck, you got a thick ass, slut!”

Giggling and smiling, Allyson looked at him over her shoulder and flexed around him. She was breathless as they fucked, and she was made more breathless by how handsome James looked while fucking. She whined. “I hope it’s not too big for you.”

Grinning, James took hold of her by the ass and gave her another swat. “Nah, it’s good.” He guided her by the ass, watching her body jiggle as he fucked her. Her pale bottom had him thinking about the dildo and the lubricant he had brought with him from Paige’s home. At that point, Paige was already on to her third dildo and would be ready for him soon, or so they hoped. Having already tamed and broken Allyson in, James hoped to begin prepping her for what was to come next. He gives her bottom another blow before going particularly deep and laughing as she came. “It’s real good for holding while we fuck!”

Allyson smiled to hear that. She had been curvy all her life, and though men often found her attractive, she would be lying if she didn’t feel self-conscious. Her thick figure was the source of considerable worry in her life as she struggled with her own weight issues. Though she wore her fat well, she still saw it as fat. Her large ponderous breasts, her thick womanly thighs, her supple midsection, they drew attention wherever she went. Much of it was good, but some of it wasn’t.

James’ attention was worth it, though, as he was the first man who truly deserved what she had. That she ever wasted her time on other men, especially her most recent boyfriend—her cuck—seemed a tragedy to her. Braced against the table, she rolled into James, meeting his thrusts and working herself toward another orgasm. She was nearly there when a knock at the door interrupted them. She scrambled, whining, but James didn’t slow at all. Instead, he looked at the door and gave a feral, animal smile as he continued to hammer her without missing a beat.

“The fuck is that,” he growled.

Panting, Allyson licked her lips to gather the saliva that was spilling over. Her eyes are glassy and marble-like with lust as she crooned her response. “Probably just my boyfriend! He’s been hovering around lately trying to get my attention.” She whined. “Ignore him! He doesn’t matter! Only you do. Fuck me, James!”

Though her praise amused him, James reached down and took her by the hair. Using her hair like reigns, he lifted her and pulled her partway to standing with his dick still inside of her. Holding himself buried in her depths, his crown wedged up against the back of her cervix, stabbing her deeper than she thought possible, he hurt her. Allyson whined as he tugged her head around by her hair. “You telling me what the fuck to do, Allyson?”

Allyson whined a desperate, confused, “What?!” Around her, the world blurred.

Walking with her on his dick, holding her in place with an arm around her waist, James moved them both carefully to the door and then released her. She fell forward into the door, her face hitting against it, her hands finding hold of the door handle for support. Still holding her by the hair, James returned to fucking her, and the pleasure was mind-altering. Her thoughts bubbled up like foam and then popped immediately with each powerful thrust. She came again as her face as sent bouncing off of the door in time with his movements.

“Now you listen here, slut. You don’t tell me what to do! We ignore what I say we ignore, and we answer the door if I answer the door! You fucking got that?” James was not quiet as he spoke, and though Allyson doubted her boyfriend could hear him clearly outside, she was sure that he could hear something. Another knock came, and her own James’ quiet voice slipped through the cracks as he leaned in to be heard.

“Allyson, you there, babe?”

Grinning, James leaned forward and pinned her face to the door. He didn’t stop thrusting, and his big belly bounced across her back as he hammered her. Drool gathered where her face was crushed against the wood. It ran like rain water as he whispered to her, “Go ahead, slut. Answer him.”

Pinned to the door by James’ big, strong hands, gasping and panting and drooling as he fucks her from behind, Allyson moaned. “Yes, I’m here.”

Silence followed save for the wet slapping of James’ enormity barreling into her. Allyson was her dripping gash at that point, her body opening up to him and slurping him inside with thoughtless hunger. He was swelling, growing thicker, his massive shaft stretching her further and forcing her forward with each hard thrust. At this point, he had successfully resized her and was just abusing her opening.

“Are you okay in there, babe,” asks her boyfriend. “You sound like you’re hurt.”

Allyson groaned, “I’m gooooooooooood,” as her eyes rolled back into her head. Another orgasm threatened to take her as the absurdity of the situation settled into her mind. She braced against the door to meet James’ hard thrust, fully aware that not only was she cheating on her boyfriend, but he could very likely hear the sex. Even if he couldn’t, he could clearly hear it in her voice, and that only made the sex better. “What do you want?”

“I just wanted to talk.” She can hear him moving closer to the door, possibly trying to hear more clearly, possibly trying to be heard. Either way, it makes her want to laugh. “I feel like you’ve been distant lately. Do you have the time?” He moved to open the door without waiting, as if he knew she was going to say no.

The door wasn’t locked but the chain was in it, and when he pushed it open, it stopped short. Allyson sat up to meet him, her face a mask of sweat and glassy-eyed pleasure. She panted and grunted as James hammered her from behind, but from the looks of it, her boyfriend was oblivious.

“Allyson, you okay?”

“I don’t want to talk,” she yelped, James forcing her to another climax in front of her ex-boyfriend.

“But!”

“No,” Allyson shouted, and using James’ forward thrust to help her, she slammed the door shut and then locked it afterward. Her ex didn’t try the door again, and she hung rom the handle as James slammed her. His balls felt fat and hairy as they slapped her thighs, and she loved it. “Talk later. Bye!” She came again, biting back a wail as James fucked her forcefully from behind.

James paused to listen, waiting until he heard the creaking of wood and the shuffling of feet outside. Next door, a door opened and shut. Laughing, he returned to fucking her, forcing her to another orgasm before he dragged her back by her hair. There, he fell heavily onto the couch, which groaned under their combined weight as he pulled Allyson down with him. She landed on top of him with a wheeze and then stared ahead, quaking on eleven-and-a-half inches.

Seizing her by the hips, James moved her until she regained enough thought to move herself. Planting her feet around him, she leaned forward and supported herself against the coffee table so that she could ride him. Her breasts bounced and her jaw went slack as she did, eyes closed, thoughts fading again. Her efforts were clumsy and without skill, but the pleasure was there. Clearly, she was unaccustomed to such a position, but she was also eager to learn.

James slapped her ass hard as he watched her jiggle. “That’s right, slut. Ride me. Ride me while your boyfriend is next door crying!”

Moaning, Allyson falls into James, writhing on him, leaning back into him to enjoy his full length inside of her. With him hammering up against her womb, hitting parts of her she didn’t even know existed, she began to shout. “Yes! Fuck me, James! Fuck me hard with your huge dick! I love it! I love every inch of it! I’ll be your slut forever! I’ll fuck you whenever you want! Wherever you want! I’m your slut, James! I’m your slut! I’m your slut!!”

Taking hold of her by the hair, James grins. He meets her movements with his own thrusts, but he is growing hard as his own orgasm approaches. Intoxicated by cruelty and power, he tilts her head back and growls into her ear, “Would you leave your boyfriend for me, then?”

Allyson laughed in response. Holding him deep in her, she rolled her hips and flexed for him. “Oh, please! Just give me permission!”

Laughing, James slapped her hard across her undulating bottom. “You are a fucking slut!”

Moaning, Allyson tried her best to nod but found it difficult with his fist in her hair. “Yes, I am! I live for you now, James. You own me. My pussy. My body. Use me. Fuck me. Fuck me and use me!” Feeling him thicken, she wails, “Come in me!!”

Painfully erect and nearing his limit, James bellowed and bottomed out in her. He switched his grip, releasing her hair to hold her by the hips as he held himself inside of her. Swelling thicker and fatter, he exploded inside of her. Allsyon, pinned on him, went breathless as he flooded her depths, and she experienced the fullness that only he could give her. Her womb swelled with his seed, and she was powerless to stop it and glad to receive it. Seated on him, she groaned and held his hands to her hips, even as his fingers drug in.

“So much,” she mewled, tears in her eyes and rolling down her cheeks. She had her head back and her curly dark hair in his face as she quaked on him, her own orgasm rocking her body. “So good,” she cried.

Reaching around her torso, James cupped her breasts and pulled her down by him. Allyson laughed, fucked thoughtless and enjoying the pain. She flexed around him on instinct, milking his incredible length deep into her. “Like that, slut?”

“Yes,” Allyson sighed, and she fell back into him. James was hot beneath her, and she was sweaty against him. “I think I love it.”

“Well, I got more to give you,” said James, and he shoved her forward and off of his lap. His dick slid out of her as Allyson fell into the coffee table, caught by her weak arms. Ass up in the air, her pink pussy was swollen and open, leaking semen down her thighs and onto the carpet at their feet.

Meanwhile, James stood and went to his pants nearby. He returned with one of the dildos which Paige had bought. On the way, he poured a healthy amount of lubricant across it. Tossing the bottle aside, he slapped her fat ass and then held her cheeks apart as he worked the dildo into her. Allyson was surprised at first, but another swat to her rear kept her still as her insides were opened up. She had never had anything up her ass before, but she was still sensitive from her orgasm and wouldn’t’ say she disliked it.

Seeing the dildo in her ass, James grinned. “There we go. Now I’ve really left you full.”

Allyson, recovering from her climax, managed to sit up on her elbows and look at him over her shoulder with a frown. “Uh, James, I’m not complaining, but what in the world did you just put into me?”

Releasing her ass, James laughed. “A dildo for your ass,” he said, slapping her ass again and forcing a coo from her as her bottom jiggled. “You’re my slut now, remember?” Her bottom is red where he struck her, but the pain only seemed to arouse her more. Allyson thought of it like a brand, like he was marking her as his property, and she liked it. “Soon, I’ma’ fuck your asshole.”

Hearing that put fright into Allyson, but she did not argue. Looking at James over her shoulder, she saw his big dick hanging limp and dripping from their combined pleasure. She feared him on instinct, but she knew the pleasure he promised intimately. She had previously sworn her entire body to him, and she would accommodate regardless of the personal sacrifices she would have to make.

Freed to turn, Allyson moved and kneeled, burying her face into his sticky pubic hair. Holding herself there, she breathed him in, smelling herself among his musk. Then, parting her lips, she tasted his pubic hair, sucking dutifully over to his root and then cleaning him with long strokes of her tongue while he watched. “You want my ass,” she purred, and she looked him in the eyes. “Anything for you, James.” Licking her way to his crown, she watched him watching her, his eyes cold and indifferent. Kissing his crown, she smiled. “I love you, James, and I’m happy to let you use any part of me you want, however you want to use it. I am yours.”

Present Day…

Kendall wants to teach. That is how she ended up working in education to begin with. She wanted to build experience while she finished her degree, and it was at a school that she met Jackson and found her escape from James to begin with. For the longest time, she put up with James and used him to watch her daughters while she earned her degree. The whole time she planned to betray him, to leave him the moment she finished her degree, and that is why Jackson was so important. Not only was he kind to her, good to her, but he also supported her. He didn’t punish her with violence every time she left home, and even now he trusts her when she leaves, asking few or no questions when she comes back bow-legged and reeking of cum.

Tonight, Kendall is missing class. She left early to arrive early but got a call from James on the way. Turning around outside of town, she speeds back angry, compelled again by that strange and unknown force which seems to move her at the sound of James’ voice. It isn’t just lust, and it never was. When she hears him, she obeys on instinct, following his every word like he is her king.

She arrives wearing a dark grey tee with a coal-grey long sleeve shirt underneath. Her outfit is tucked into her jeans, hugging her bosom lightly without giving detail. Stopping outside of his home, which used to be her mother’s home, Kendall waits before climbing out. She feels silly wearing this much when going to see James, and she knows that he will reprimand her for how she is dressed.

Still, she is angry herself and uses that to carry her to the front door. After all, he called her on one of her school nights and demanded she miss class to come see him. It is not the worst he has done in recent memory or in her life, but it is one of the few lines he has refused to cross to this point. So far, the time he has swallowed has been hers as he fucked her senseless and thoughtless. It prevented her from studying but didn’t prevent her from attending. This, she fears, will be the beginning of a very dangerous trend which will derail nearly half a decade of effort and study.

Oliver meets her at the door wearing lingerie, his tiny dick forever hard in his panties. He sees her frowning and smiles in the response, his expression knowing and, to her chagrin, amused. “Daddy is in the living room,” he says, and he steps aside to show her in.

“I know, I know.” Kendall rolls her eyes as she enters and sighs on her way up the stairs. She undoes the belt of her jeans on the way, already imagining James’ coming taunts and jeers. He will complain, but for the first time in days, she doesn’t care. The sex is good, great even, but it is not interfering with her education and not just her love life. For her, the most frustrating part is the lack of hesitation. All it took was a single text, and he turned around and drove home.

Slipping her belt off, she sees James at the top of the stares and meets him with a glare. James, meanwhile, smiles when he sees her. He is already half-naked, and as always, he has Paige at his side. Holding a beer in one hand, he gropes the older MILF idly while staring at ESPN on his TV screen. Looking at him, Kendall considers it a small miracle that she even got a glance out of him with the TV on, and it shames her how flattering it feels.

“Well, would you look at you. You hardly look like yourself when you’re dressed like a person now.” His amusement fades into a glare. “The fuck do you think you’re doing here dressed like that, slut?”

“I was on my way to class,” she begins, fire in her eyes, and then she calls him daddy without warmth. Folding the belt in her hand, she snaps it tight. “I didn’t have a change of clothes in my car because I wasn’t expecting to come over, so I can’t dress up like a proper slut for you tonight, DADDY.”

James’ expression sours further as his grip on Paige’s body tightens. “Now, watch your tongue, SLUT, before you regret it.”

Fists tight around the belt, Kendall moves to argue but is interrupted by her mother. “Both of you calm down,” says Paige diplomatically, sitting up in James’ grasp. She gives her daughter a motherly glance and it quiets her immediately. Without a word, without judgment, Paige’s eyes silently let Kendall know that the conversation is over before continuing, “Now, Kendall, remember that James is your daddy. He owns you now. So no matter what he asks you to do, no matter when he asks you to do it, you do it. As his slut, he should be the center of your world, even more important than school or family. That can be hard, but I know from experience how important it is.”

“But mom,” Kendall whines, and her mother’s brow tightens. Kendall goes quiet afterward.

“No buts, little miss!” Paige stand and crosses the room, her panties nearly transparent wit her arousal. Her swollen nipple show through the fabric of her bra as her breasts swing and sway with her every movement. She stops before her, looking nearly identical to her save for the color of her hair and the size of her breasts, and Paige hugs her. Kendall doesn’t hug her back, but she does listen as Paige whispers to her.

“It’s okay to be frustrated, Kendall, but he is your daddy now, whether you like it or not.” Stepping back, Paige smooths Kendall’s hair, running her fingers through it and grooming her gently as she says, “You don’t have a choice anymore, so there’s no point in getting angry about it. The most you can do is sit back and enjoy it like the slut you are, because he’s going to use you either way.”

Staring into her mother’s eyes, Kendall sees the futility of her anger and relents. “You’re right,” she sighs, and looking passed her mother into James’ cold, angry eyes, she says, “I’m sorry.” The words feel wrong in her mouth, but she can see that they have not been enough to ease his frustrations. Her mother hugs her around the midsection and Kendall continues, “I’m very, very sorry, daddy. I just didn’t want to miss class.”

Still glaring, James growls, “I don’t give a flying fuck what you’re mad about, you stupid fucking cunt. You never talk to me like that, do you fucking understand me?”

Kendall stiffens in her mother’s grasp, her anger rising inside of her again. She thinks about everything she is giving up for his dick and wonders if it is worth it, and just before she is about to scream, her mother wakes her with a pinch to the side. With her frown deepening, Kendall bites back her anger before she incurs violence and not just reprimand. “Yes, daddy,” she says in a clipped tone, trying hard to remain neutral. “I understand, and I am sorry.”

Seeing mother guide daughter, and seeing his victory because of it, s grins. “Good. Then get naked and get your ass over here. You got a lot to apologize for.”

Paige turns to Kendall with a smile and kisses her on the cheek before whispering to her, “You did well, sweetie. You avoided the stick. Now, let’s try and get you that eleven-inch carrot.”

Kendall smiles in response and begins stripping. She is still angry with James, but the promise of his big dick does bring her comfort.  If she has to miss class, she cannot think of something more worthy to spend her time on. Looking at him now, with her anger abating, she remembers how personally attractive she finds him and feels her loins stirring in response.

Meanwhile, Paige crosses the room with a saunter and joins James on the couch. Snuggling up to him, she whispers into his ear, and James’ mood improves accordingly. That alone helps to relieve any frustration Kendall may still feel. Seeing her mother soothing James and protecting her, Kendall is reminded of what a terrible mother she had for most of her life. Paige is a better mother as James’ thoughtless bitch than she ever was as a single alcoholic, and that was worth any amount of degradation for Kendall to have.

Kendall removes her blouse first, revealing her large, perky breasts restrained by her bra. Dropping the bra, she steps out of her pants and panties with one smooth go, revealing her rounded bottom and glistening peach. She is wet despite her frustration, James always sparking the deepest and most enduring arousal in her by name alone. Seeing him half-erect while he whispers with her mother and smiling only makes her hornier and more desperate to serve. Soon, without a word from him, Kendall is on her knees kissing and licking his toes like the good girl she is.

She stares him in the eyes while she works, hoping this to be a proper apology. With Paige as their intermediary, it does seem to work. Soon, his scowl turns to a smile as Kendall is digging her tongue in between his toes and mewling around his foot. While Kendall works, Paige smiles and lowers his briefs, revealing his swelling cock. With Paige’s hands and Kendall’s wet mouth, they soon have him fully erect.

James grins at the two, his hand at rest on Paige’s supple behind. “Fuck, you two sluts are stupid for my cock.”

Still wrapped around his toes, Kendall mewls in agreement. Paige, meanwhile, strokes him slowly from root to crown and whispers her agreement into his ears. James’ grin swells into a smile. “Which gives me an idea. You two sluts looked so good hugging earlier, I wanna try something!”

Standing, James removes his toes from Kendall’s eager mouth and lifts her by the hair. “Come on, sluts, we’re going downstairs.” Dragging Kendall after him, James leads them down the stairs. He walks Paige down by the hair. Together, the three descend, passing the front door and reaching the basement shortly after. It is strange for Kendall to think, even as her hair is being tucked, that she is walking her childhood home in the nude. Lately, she has only been there to eat, shower, or fuck.

They enter her mother’s bedroom. Once, it was a hallowed place where Kendall was never allowed. Now, completely naked in the room, the taboo increases her arousal. James throws her onto her mother’s bed, and she is soaking. Giggling, Paige joins Kendall, straddling her daughter at James’ urging and using her thighs to hold Kendall’s legs apart.

James stares at their mirrored pussies, both smooth and gleaming, both with round asses facing him. “There we go,” he said, stroking himself. “Now, ain’t that pretty as a painting.”

With both waxed, James almost can’t tell them apart. Both are glistening, weeping with want. The main difference that James notices is that Kendall’s figure, while thick, is more slender and longer, with longer legs. Paige’s ass is slightly rounded and less toned. Lining up between them, James slaps his dick between their hungry pussies. Paige takes initiative then and lowers herself, pinning James between their pussies.

Holding her by the ass, James growls. “Fuck! There ain’t nothing you won’t do for me, is there, slut?”

Paige smiles as James over her shoulder. “No, James, there actually isn’t,” she says, and looking at her daughter next, she whispers, “You own me, James. All of me.” The pride in her eyes does something to Kendall, who stares in silence up at her mother, frightened by what she sees in the older woman.

“Fuck yeah, I do,” James growls, and holding Paige by the hips, he slides between them. Their wet folds kiss his shaft on either end while their soft pelvises and bellies hug him. Kendall moans as James rams her clit, and Paige smiles above her, breathing through her pleasure.

Leaning forward, Paige holds her daughter’s gaze and smooths her hair. “How about you, Kendall? Does your big dick daddy own all of you, too?”

Kendall, wriggled beneath her mother, desperately trying to grind James’ dick, whines. “Don’t make me say it!”

Cooing gently, Paige smiles. “Why not,” she whispers. “He’d love to hear it.”

“I know,” Kendall pants. “I know, but…but…Ah!” James enters her but stops at half his length. Spread around him but expecting more, Kendall feels stretched but empty. She grips the sheets tightly, whining and trying to stare between their sandwiched bodies to see how much of him is left. Somehow, even half of him no longer feels like enough anymore.

Surprised at first, Paige moves her pelvis and realizes that James is missing. Realizing what has happened, Paige laughs. Though she wishes she was the one being fucked by James, she is glad to see the look of pleasured concentration on her daughter’s face. Leaning forward again, her breasts pressed firmly against her daughter’s breasts, Paige kisses Kendall’s forehead and continues to whisper to her. “It’s okay, Kendall. You’re safe here, and you belong here. You can be honest. In fact, you should be honest.” Still smiling, Paige says, “Just tell us the truth. It’d make your daddy so happy to hear it.”

Kendall understood what her mother was doing, and she whined. Kendall wanted to punish James, to refuse him the knowledge of her submission like he refused her the night off. She enjoyed him, and she lusted after him, but she also still hated him. More than hatred, however, she needed him, and knowing that, she held her mother tight and took security in the older woman’s soft, supple figure before relenting. “Fine,” she snapped, and staring past her mother, into James’ cold, cruel eyes, she shouted, “You own me, James! You own all of me! Every inch! Every ounce! You own my breasts, and you own my belly, and you own my face, lips, eyes, and nose. You own my pussy and my ass. You own everything inside and outside of me. I smell like you, I taste like you, I am yours, daddy! I’m all yours!! AGH!!!”

Rewarded with her admission, James rewarded her in turn. He silenced her by taking her to the root, his heavy balls coming to rest against her round bottom as she flexed and shivered around him. With her mother’s thighs holding her open, Kendall found it easy for James to go deep. Her cervix was open and willing, hungry for him and welcoming him without even a knock.

Writhing, Kendall clawed the sheets to keep her mother safe. She was nearly crying, it felt so good. “Fuck! Fuck!! Daddy, you’re so deep! You’re so fucking deep!!” That first orgasm lingered and bled into a second and, gradually, her anger was diminished. Panting and laughing, Kendall smiled up at him. “God damn it, James. Your dick is so good. It’s so big and so good. You’re fucking me and ruining me, and I love it!”

Paige laughed and kissed her daughter on the forehead. “Of course you do, baby, you’re his slut.” Behind her, Paige felt James moving. He used Paige’s hips to keep balance but threw himself into Kendall with surprising force. “You’re just daddy’s dumb little cock-hungry, size-queen slut, aren’t you?”

Kendall, whimpering, nodded as James fucked her. The younger woman had her eyes closed and her fingers in the sheets as she rode out the pleasure. She could do little to help him and just flexed around him, though that was not conscious. Her body was tightening with pleasure every time he moved inside of her.

“That is why mommy is so proud of you.” Smiling and lifting herself, moving carefully to keep from interrupting James’ pleasure, Paige took to kissing her daughter’s cheeks, neck, and collar bone. “Mommy has never been prouder,” she whispered, and she arched her back, curling some to find her daughter’s nipples and suck them. Kendall writhes beneath her, pleasure augmented by pleasure, and has two more climaxes before James grows bored.

James removes himself, and Kendall whines. She wants more, but she satisfies herself by cupping her mother’s head and holding it to her breasts. Looking down, she watches her mother nurse and sees James lining up behind her. It brings a smile to her face to see it. Paige has been kind to her all evening, helping her, almost protecting her, and Kendall can think of no better reward than the pleasure James’ dick can give.

Kendall has always thought her mother was beautiful, but she has never seen beauty like this before as James enters her. He takes her with a smooth stroke, his fat cock gleaming with Kendall’s feminine want. Kendall knows deep strokes like that personally and almost laughs as her mother goes wide-eyed and begins drooling over her cleavage. Paige comes immediately, and Kendall coos, cupping her mother’s cheek and giggling as her mother purrs, “Oh, fuck, that’s good.”

“Isn’t it?” Kendall smiles. “You’re just as much of a slut as me, aren’t you, mom? You’re James’ slut, too?” Holding her mother by the chin, Kendall smooths Paige’s hair back and wipes her mouth clean. “Of course, you are. It’s like you said, it’s only natural for women to be drawn to men like him.”

Sighing contentedly, Kendall holds her mother by the ribs and watches the older woman’s heavy breasts bounce and jiggle as James works her. While she lacks the courage her mother had in initiating such intimacy, Kendall cannot help but be in awe of the beauty of her mother’s body. There is something natural about how the older woman moves, something primal but unspeakable in the grace, fluidity, and beauty of their union.

Watching her mother, Kendall remembered sucking James off in front of a mirror. She saw something similar in Paige as the two fucked. Kendall and Paige had always looked alike and seeing an older reflection of herself moaning and writhing against James really did a lot to flatter James. Kendall had always known that there was a lewd eroticism, a primal, natural, sensual elegance to the way James filled and stretched a woman, but it took seeing it happen to her mother to truly understand it. Her mother glowed with James inside of her, and Kendall could only imagine that she looked the same way under the same circumstances.

Reaching out, Kendall cupped her mother’s cheek and chose to kiss her. It was experimental and careful, a tender kiss until Paige took hold of her and held her in place. Then, their tongues met, and as James fucked her mother to an orgasm, Kendall was eating her mother’s moans and moaning back in a sloppy kiss.

Seeing them, James grunted behind them and held Paige’s hips low to sandwich their pussies together. He was already close, and there was a primal, animal joy in taking both women together. It was too much for a simple man like him and had him swollen between their bodies. He thrust forward to the root between them and heard the women giggle as he came. His semen spread and stuck across their bellies and the underside of their breasts and, holding Paige by the ass, James gave a few careful thrusts to spread it around before withdrawing completely.

James staggered back, breathless. “Fuck, that was a good nut.” Watching him move and swing, both women giggled and took their place on their knees at his feet. Their bellies and breasts were sticky with his seed, but neither seemed to mind. They focused instead on licking and sucking him clean, and James watched with a smile as he held each of them by the head. “You’re both little sluts, ain’t you?”

Paige chuckled against James’ shaft as Kendall nursed his crown. Leaning over, she kissed her daughter on the cheek and said, ‘I couldn’t be prouder.”

Afterward, the two took turns sucking him before James excused himself with a grunt and stomped his way back upstairs to the couch. Paige, meanwhile, stood and stretched. Her body was slick with semen and her pussy still dripping with arousal. Kendall stared up her mother’s form in quiet awe before standing to join her. “I could use a bath,” said Paige, looking down her body. She looked at Kendall, too, and laughed. “And so could you.”

Kendall, drunk on the moment and feeling flushed, giggled. “I am a bit of a mess,” she said, and she stared at all the cum between them and felt giddy. “That man comes like a stallion.”

Paige shrugged while checking her hair to see if any stray semen had gotten into it. Finding it clean, she said, “That’s because he is a stud.”

“He wasn’t always,” whispers Kendall, remembering James from two years ago. It takes effort now, though, as each new orgasm replaces the old James with the new and improved one in her mind and in her heart.

Paige looks at her. “What?”

Looking at her mother, Kendall shakes her head. Even if she wanted to ruin her mother’s understanding of James, she wasn’t sure that she could. Paige is dedicated to James and, thinking on it, Kendall sees no reason to hurt that. Her mother is happy as James’ fiance and slut, and Kendall is increasingly happy, too. Her family is closer now, and she likes that. It might be strange, and it might be lewd, but it is the first time in her life she has ever been this close with her mother.

She laughs. “Never mind.”

“Okay,” says Paige, and she rolls her eyes and takes Kendall by the hand. “Well, come on, let’s go take a shower.”

Kendall goes wide-eyed as she follows. “Together?!”

Looking back at her daughter, Paige laughs. “Of course,” she says, and she leads Kendall out of the bedroom and into the master bath. There, Kendall waits at the door as Paige goes to the shower and starts it. Turning to her daughter as the water warms, Paige says, “It will be just like when you were a kid.”

Kendall gives a flat stare. “Mom, we never showered together when I was a kid.”

“Really?” Paige shrugs. “First time for everything.” Opening the shower door, she checks the water, adjusts the temperature, and then looks at her sperm-soaked daughter again. “Come on, get in.”

Paige enters the shower first and holds the door open for Kendall to follow. Once both women are inside, they close the door after them and stand together in the small space. Their bodies touch and slide, the warm, rushing water the only barrier between them. It was similar to when James was fucking them, their breasts slapping, their bottoms slipping and sliding along each other. Kendall is mortified, the fugue of lust that drove her before having cleared from her mind, but her mother didn’t seemed to mind and touched Kendall lightly whenever she pleased, sometimes moving her.

Turning Kendall around, Paige laughs. “My God, Kendall, your body is incredible. You were always skin and bone growing up, but you’ve really filled out lately.”

Turning back toward her mother, Kendall frowns and looks down her body. From her perspective, she can only see her large, upthrust bosom and the slight swell of her belly. “I know, I’m getting fat.”

Paige rolls her eyes and smiles, shaking her head. “No, you’re incredible. I mean, look at you! No wonder James was so insistent on fucking you back into submission.”

Looking up in surprise, Kendall blushes and smiles. “He was?”

Paige nods. “Mmhmm,” she says, holding her daughter by the shoulders while leaning forward to grab a loofa. “He wanted you so bad that he would talk about it even when he was fucking me. He kept on saying that he was going to steal you back. I doubted him after first, but after he made me his slut myself, I was more convinced.”

Kendall watches her mother and laughs. “It’s hard to ignore eleven-and-a-half-inches.”

“Exactly,” says Paige, hanging from her daughter. While bent over, Paige stops to eye the remaining sperm on Kendall’s belly. Then, extending her tongue, she tastes it and licks it up. Kendall is surprised and moved to pull away, but Paige holds her in place, with her back to the water.

Though embarrassed, Kendall is still sex-drunk enough to allow it. She is flattered into complacency by both her mother’s words and actions. James has been fucking Paige for months, and though it is horrifying to think that this conspiracy had been so well-planned or at least planned for so long, it is almost sweet to hear how committed her daddy was to taming her. A part of her even wished he hadn’t waited so long.

Standing straight and holding a loofa in one hand now, Paige eyes Kendall’s breasts and gives one a light squeeze. “And look at these things. Have they gotten bigger, Kendall? What are you wearing now?”

Kendall still blushing, bites her bottom lip before answering. “I’m into a D cup now,” she says, and she giggles quietly while looking at her large, up thrust breasts. Her nipples are pink and swollen, gleaming in the water. “Can you believe it? I was an A all throughout high school, but when Penelope was born I got into a B. Addison got me to a C, and then this happens, oh, three or so weeks ago? Just before daddy took me.”

Paige smiles and traces her fingers along Kendall’s belly. It amuses her to hear Kendall talk about James. At this point, she hardly thinks her daughter makes efforts to call him her daddy. It is natural to her, like how she calls Jackson a cuck. The words just linger on her tongue and at the back of her brain, ready to jump out at a moment’s notice.

Cupping her daughter’s belly, Paige holds her while staring in the eyes. Their eyes are the same shade of stormy blue and their lips are matching pink. “Kendall, sweetie, you’re not pregnant, are you?”

Kendall’s brow knits, and then she laughs. “What? No, mom. Daddy has only been fucking me for a few weeks, so my breasts wouldn’t have had time to grow like that, and they got bigger before he showed up, anyway.”

Paige’s serious expression turned into a frown. “The cuck’s kid?!”

Laughing again, Kendall shakes her head. She feels dizzy in the steam, but she doesn’t think it’s the hot water. “No, no, no. We…didn’t have very much sex, and I’m on birth control anyway.”

Paige smiles. “Good,” she says. “You deserve to have a real man’s child, not to waste your time on a cuck’s children.”

Kendall rolls her eyes. A part of her still dislikes hearing Jackson referred to as a cuck, but she is growing desensitized to it. “Thanks, I guess,” she says, and then she goes tense again as her mother forget the loofa, dropping it to the wet floor, and leans down to taste her breasts.

Finding semen hidden under her daughter’s tit flesh, Paige cups both of Kendall’s breasts and lifts them, licking the underside of them before kissing her way up to Kendall’s nipples. There, she latches, sucking her long, stiff nipples gently and having her head cupped as Kendall watches her in surprised pleasure. “Oh! Mom…”

Paige smiles around her daughter’s nipples and scrapes them carefully with her teeth. Moving one of her hands, she finds her daughter’s womanhood and enters her slowly. Kendall watches, wide-eyed, and parts her legs for her mother, shivering as she leans her back against the shower wall for support. James’ fingers are wild ramrods, bludgeons that force her open. Paige’s fingers are nimble, though, and tease her folds apart.

“Mom,” she gasps, holding her mother for support now as Paige smiles and purrs against her.

Slurping off of Kendall’s nipple, Paige stands with her fingers inside of her daughter. She now has Kendall pinned against the shower wall, the hot water rolling down her bodies as she stares Kendall in the eyes. Licking her lips, Paige whispers, “Call me mommy.”

Kendall, moaning, looks her mother in the eyes. It take a few moments for the words to register, but when she does, rolling her hips, Kendall purrs, “What?”

“Call me mommy!” Paige kisses Kendall and adds a second finger. A third follows shortly after. Even with three fingers, Paige cannot fill Kendall the way that James does, but that doesn’t mean she cannot bring her pleasure. Paige is inexperienced with other women, but a combination of taboo and intimacy help her along. She holds her forehead to Kendall’s after their lips part, and their soft, wet flesh molds together as the water runs between and around them. “If James is your daddy, then I should be you mommy,” she whispers, and she pulls Kendall into another kiss. Their tongues meet and, as they part, both are breathless. Paige pants, “Call me mommy, you slut!”

Kendall, wide-eyed, panting, moaning, whines the word. “Mommy!”

Smiling, Paige fingers Kendall harder, ramming her fingers knuckle deep on each stroke. Kendall moans, legs parted for her mother, finding only pleasure in it. Compared to James, this was a hollow echo, but it was an echo her mother was giving her, and that made it better.

“That’s right, baby. Come for mommy. Come for your mother. You’re such a good little slut, skipping school for your daddy, letting mommy finger you in the shower. You’re such a good, sweet girl.”

Kendall whines and holds her mother’s shoulder for support. She stares into her mother’s eyes, the matching stormy blue. It is wrong, but this is the most intimacy they have ever shared.  This is the most praise Paige has ever given Kendall, and Kendall wants it so bad that she feels an orgasm growing inside of her.

Paige can feel it, too. It is a tension on the air as her daughter stares fixedly into her own eyes. Still smiling, she uses her thumb to light the fuse and presses against Kendall’s engorged clit to finish her daughter while snapping, “I told you to come, slut!”

Kendall shakes and comes hard, clinging to her mother and holding her for support. They never break eye contact, even as Kendall’s lips part and her panting, breathless moaning fills the shower like steam. As Kendall settles, Paige closes distance for another kiss. Their lips meet gently this time, and their eyes close. Kendall wraps her arms around her mother’s shoulders and holds her close, moaning into her mouth as she tastes her. As they part this time, Kendall is smiling. “Mom…Mommy, that was…!”

“I’m proud of you,” Paige says, and she removes her fingers from her daughter’s cleft. Holding her fingers to Kendall’s lips, she watches as her daughter cleans her. Afterward, they wash each other in lukewarm water. Paige scrubs Kendall, and Kendall scrubs Paige. When finished, they step out and Paige grabs them both towels.

“I’m on birth control, too,” says Paige while drying her legs. Kendall, also drying her legs, stops to look at Paige.

“Oh yeah?” She isn’t sure if that is the right response. She and her mother have never communicated much, and while she is grateful for their growing intimacy, she is also unfamiliar with it.

“Yeah,” says Paige, moving her towel up her body. She pats her pussy dry before moving to her torso and breasts. “I love James, or I love his dick, at least, but I don’t want anymore kids.” She smiled at Kendall while drying her arms. “I’m not young like you anymore. At this point in my life, I just want to be fucked.

Kendall laughs while drying her hair, her arms up and lifting her perky breasts, making them bounce as she moves. “I don’t want anymore kids either, mom. I have two already.”

Paige shakes her head. “You say that, but your body knows better.” Glancing at her daughter’s breasts, she says, “I think your breasts grew to get you ready for James, to get you ready for more kids. He’s a big man, and his kids are going to be hungry.” Paige shrugs, moving to dry her own hair. “Then again, Addison wasn’t hungry, but you might give him a son this time. A big, hungry son to suck all the milk from your big, leaking breasts.”

Kendall frowns at the thought, and Paige laughs, shoving her daughter gently. “It’s just a joke, Kendall. Lighten up.” Finished drying, Paige drops the towel to the floor for Oliver to pick up later and saunters out of the bathroom to dress. Kendall, meanwhile, finishes drying and lingers, staring at herself in the mirror and considering her mother’s joke. She feels her belly, wondering if the sperm James keeps leaving in the deepest parts of her has already done it its work despite her birth control.

Folding her towel and leaving it on the sink, she leaves, following her mother and dressing, too. On her way out, however, she wonders how she would feel if she were pregnant and how it would change her life and her relationships with Jackson and James, and she grows afraid of the answers she finds following the question.