Sometimes tough love comes in a lot of different shapes and forms.
Chapter 1
“You’re kidding, right?” I asked my wife.
Marissa was sitting on the couch. She lowered head in her hands – that was all the answer I needed.
“Absolutely not,” I said. “We’ve been through this five times since she turned sixteen – five times in three years. Always the same. She leaves in a big huff, claims she can’t live under her parents’ roof, calls us savage names, goes off to live with some girlfriend or boyfriend, realizes she fucked up, then comes crawling back. Every time she leaves she creates a scene, but because we love her, we always let her move back into her old room when she comes begging. Not this time – at least not yet. I think the best help we can give her is to let her live her consequences for awhile. If that includes a couple weeks in a homeless shelter, it might not necessarily be a bad thing. After a stint there, her attitude may change.”
The words hurt coming out. I loved my daughter, but enough was enough. Marissa lifted her face from her hands for the first time and I could see tears on her cheeks. I sat down on the couch next to her and put my arm around her shoulder.
“You’re right, Will. But she sounded so sad on the phone,” Marissa said. “This time there was actually something in her voice that was different. I don’t know. Maybe she’s learned her lesson.”
“I guess it’s possible, but I doubt it,” I said. It sucked to be this estranged from your own daughter, but Hannah had been nothing but heartache these past three years, and enough was enough.
“She asked if we could do a video call at 6:00 before we made a final decision,” Marissa murmured. “At least we owe it to ourselves – and to our relationship with our daughter – to hear her out.”
I nodded and glanced at the clock – it was 5:45 PM. I fixed my wife and I stiff drinks and grabbed my laptop. At 6:00 exactly Hannah called. Amazing, she wasn’t punctual for anything. Maybe there was hope.
I answered the call and the screen lit up with our daughter’s image. She was sitting in her car, it looked like she was in a large parking lot somewhere – like a Wal-Mart or something. Her cheeks were wet with tears and she had what appeared to be a shiner under one eye. She wore a modest T-shirt that hid her slender shape.
“Hi Mom, Hi Dad,” she said, sniffling.
This wasn’t the first time she had looked kind of chewed up when she came crawling back. But I wondered whether that bruise was real or just makeup. A horrible thing to think about your daughter, but she had pulled stunts like that before.
“Hi Hannah,” I said, keeping my voice even and unemotional. My wife said nothing. Awkward silence hung in the air. Neither Marissa nor I were going to make this easy on her.
Finally Hannah started. “Look…I know how things worked out the last time I came back to live at home…”
“And the time before that…and the time before that…and the time before that…” my wife interrupted.
“Yeah…um, right.” Our daughter hesitated. “I’m sorry. I’ve been a complete fuck-up, I know it. No more bullshit.” She wiped the fake shiner from her cheek. “See, no more games. I want to get my shit together. I want to go back to school. I’ve been a complete bitch child and I admit it. You don’t owe me any more chances, so if you hang up right now I will go away and never bother you again. But could you find it in your hearts to give me just one more final chance? If I fuck this up, that’s the end. I will figure life out on my own.”
Marissa and I sat stonefaced, another long uncomfortable silence ensued.
“Can you at least say something?” Hannah asked.
“It’s been really quiet and nice without you around,” Marissa replied. “Your father and I like it that way. Why would we want to let our hot mess of a daughter ruin that for us when the last time she was here she told us she hated us, called her father a cocksucker and me a cunt, and said she would be happier if we were dead?”
“You’re right, Mom. I was wrong and you should tell me to fuck off,” Hannah said. “If that’s your final answer, I understand.” I had to admit, that caught me by surprise. She had never before shown any willingness to take responsibility for her own actions. There was definitely something different about her.
Marissa and I looked at each other.
“Honey, can we call you back in ten? Your father and I need to talk,” my wife said.
“Sure, thanks for taking my call,” Hannah said, and the screen went dark.
“I can’t believe we’re actually thinking about doing this,” I said once Hannah dropped.
“Me neither,” Marissa said. “But she does sound different. She isn’t throwing out a bunch of self-serving excuses, and she dropped her sob story. She sounds sincere. She mentioned going back to school. This is…different. And, she is still our daughter.”
“I’m not spending a cent on her education until she shows us she’s serious,” I shot back.
“Agreed.”
“And if we let her back in, there are going to be some strict ground rules, and if she breaks them, she’s out. No more bullshit. I love her and I want what’s best for her, but there are limits.”
“Totally.”
We spent the next few minutes deciding what Hannah’s ground rules would be, then we called her back.
“Hi…” our daughter began, but I immediately cut her off.
“Rule #1: Curfew is 10 PM.” I said. “You will have no friends over without us vetting them first, and never when you are here alone.
“Rule #2: You will have one key to the kitchen door. If you violate our rules, we change the lock.
“Rule #3: We will place a padlock on your bedroom door. If you violate our rules, we lock the door, and all your possessions in the room will go to the dump.
“Rule #4: If your mother or I ask you to do something, you will do it. You will not argue or fight. You will follow orders and rules. I don’t care what the order is, I don’t care how frustrating, degrading, or demeaning you think it is.
“Rule #5: You have one month to find a real job that’s not some Internet scam.
“Rule #6: We will not discuss college until you have lived successfully under our roof for at least six months.
“Rule #7: Before you set foot in the house, you will show up at the clinic tomorrow so I can have my medical staff do a full workup on you to make sure you’re healthy.
“Rule #8: Your mother and I have the right to amend these rules at any time at our sole discretion.
“Hannah, we love you and we want what’s right for you. But if you fuck this up again, you will not get another chance. Got it?”
When I was finished I leaned back and waited for the explosion from my daughter. There was no way she was going to accept these rules.
To my amazement, she nodded.
“Accepted,” she said without hesitation. “I am grateful you are giving me this one last chance. Thank you. I will go to the clinic first thing, then I have some things I need to take care of tomorrow. If it’s okay with you guys I will be there tomorrow evening, assuming everything is cool at the clinic.”
We hung up the call.
“We need to be hard on her,” Marissa said when the screen went dark. “I mean really hard. She steps one inch over the line, we come down like the hand of God. No games.”
“No games,” I agreed.
Chapter 2
The next day, once I knew Hannah had shown up for her early morning appointment with my staff, I took the rest of the day off and did a few things around the house in preparation for her arrival. I installed a unique lock on the kitchen door, and put a latch for a padlock on her bedroom door. I put a locking doorknob on Marissa’s and my bedroom, and installed a small safe in the closet. I also put locks on the attic door and the liquor cabinet.
I hated doing all this, but Hannah had a history, and we had been burned too many times already. Hannah was an only child and had very selfish tendencies. She wasn’t even planned, in fact my wife and I weren’t even married yet when she was born. My wife and I were both nineteen when Hannah came into the world. With a new child, it had been a struggle for me to go through med school and my wife to finish her education, but we made it happen. Marissa’s mother was a big part of the reason we had been able to make it work, she was an amazing help. Hannah and her maternal grandmother, Sadie, had been close since early in the game, and we had done our best to keep Sadie out of the loop when it came to the problems we had been having with our child. So that relationship had always remained strong.
But when left to her own devices, teenage Hannah was a hellion and had been making Marissa’s and my lives difficult since she was old enough to drive. Given the history, I figured an ounce of prevention was worth a pound of cure, hence the locks, etc.
When I was done with the upgraded home security, I went to the gym and worked out, during which I got word from the clinic that Hannah was healthy and clean. I got home in time to shower and meet my wife at the door with a glass of wine when she got home from work. She accepted the glass gratefully.
“Hannah texted me and said she would be here around 7:00,” Marissa said. “She said she was bringing take-out for dinner.”
Shocking. The Hannah I knew had never paid for a single meal in all the time she had lived under my roof. Even more shocking, she was punctual. At 7:00 her car – a beater that had seen its best days long before she was out of middle school – pulled up in front of the house and she climbed out, the promised carryout bags in hand and a ratty duffel over her shoulder. Our cautious joy at seeing her arrive punctually and with the dinner as promised was tempered by the way she was dressed. Gone was the modest outfit she had worn the previous night. Instead she had on a tiny, lightweight pink bralet that clung to her small tits, her upturned brown nips visible through the thin fabric. Her slender hips wore a very narrow pair of almost translucent skin-tight shorts that were only a few inches wide and seemed to have been painted on. They rode up her ass cheeks and gripped her slit, leaving little to the imagination.
My wife audibly groaned, looking out the window at Hannah.
“She might as well be naked,” she murmured.
“Well she’s here on time, she went to the clinic as instructed, and she brought dinner. If she acts responsibly, she can wear what she wants. I still see this as a win.”
Marissa nodded unconvincingly and I pulled the front door open. Hannah came in, dropped the food on the counter, dropped her bag on the floor, and gave my wife and I hugs.
“Mom, Dad, I so appreciate this. Thank you.”
Dinner was uneventful, and we had a pleasant enough conversation catching up, lingering long after we had finished eating – Hannah even cleaned up the dishes. When she excused herself to go up to her room and get situated it was after 9:00.
“Well that went…well…” Marissa said softly after our daughter had disappeared. “Maybe she really has changed.”
“One can hope.”
My wife said she was going to take a bath and go to bed. I turned on a ball game and sat down on the couch, trying to clear my head. The last 24 hours had been a whirlwind and I felt my head getting heavy, so I turned off the game and headed towards the bedroom.
As I passed Hannah’s bedroom I thought I heard voices so I paused. I hated being the eavesdropper, but we had set some strict rules, so if someone else was in the bedroom somehow (via a window maybe?) I wanted to know. Because that meant my daughter was violating the rules already, and she had to go.
I could definitely hear two sets of voices – Hannah’s and another girl’s. Was she talking on speaker phone? Doing a video chat? The other voice had none of the qualities you associate with something coming out of a speaker, and I knew that Hannah’s phone and laptop were both less-than-new. No, that voice sounded in-person.
I crept down the hall to the master bedroom and bath. Marissa was in the tub surrounded by a mound of bubbles.
“I don’t like the look on your face,” she said. “Is there a problem already?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “Can you come with me?”
Marissa slipped from the tub and wrapped her late-thirties hourglass-shaped mom-bod in a towel, and we crept down the hall to Hannah’s room. The second voice was even louder now, and it was definitely not coming from a speaker.
“Fuck,” Marissa cursed, confirming my own fears. Not even three hours into her stay, Hannah was already violating our rules. My frustration turned to resentment, and then turned to anger. I could see that Marissa was in the same space as me. I hesitated but Marissa spun the door knob and pushed the door open.
As suspected, Hannah’s window was open and she had a visitor. I recognized her as one of her high school friends, Jamie. Jamie was a good kid, so I was surprised she had been willing to sneak in a window.
Hannah saw the look on my face, the look on Marissa’s face, and she swore softly.
“Mom, Dad, I can explain.”
I cut her off. “Jamie, you need to leave, now.” That statement was redundant because Jamie was already out the window before I finished my sentence.
“And so do you,” I added to my daughter. “You made a commitment, and you already violated it. Out.”
“Dad, I’m sorry. That was a mistake. She said she needed to talk. It won’t happen again.”
“You’re right, because you won’t stay here.”
“Please…give me just one more chance. I’ll do anything. I’ll cook. I’ll clean. I’ll paint the fence. I’ll wash your cars. I don’t care. Just please let me stay. If you don’t, I’ll have to go to a homeless shelter. Please, I’ll do anything.
As she was speaking, Hannah had crawled on her hands and knees and was know kneeling at our feet, her hands held as if in prayer, begging. She wrapped her arms around Marissa’s thighs and pleaded.
“I’ll do anything, I’ll be your slave. Please. Just one more chance.”
I was about to tell her to get the fuck out, when Marissa spoke up.
“Slave, I like that,” my wife said. “Come with me, slave. You’re going to shave my legs.”
That caught me by surprise. It surprised me even more when my wife grabbed my daughter’s hair and practically dragged her roughly down the hall to the master bath. My wife’s behavior perplexed me, but there was something about the situation that was…well…no, I wasn’t going to go there.
Equally shocking, Hannah allowed herself to be treated that way. The Hannah I knew would have lost her shit if her mother hauled her down the hall by her hair.
I went out to the kitchen and fixed myself another stiff drink, sensing this might be a long night, then followed the two of them into the master bath – but I almost dropped my beverage when I stepped around the threshold into the bathroom. My daughter was now naked and kneeling on the bathmat. My wife was perched on the side of the tub, completely nude, and Hannah was slowly shaving her mother’s legs. She had started at the ankle of her mother’s right leg and was now just above the kneecap. Hannah shaved her mother’s leg up to just shy of the bikini line, then modestly switched to the other leg. When she was done, she stood up as if it was time to go, picking up her discarded clothes..
“Where do you think you’re going?” Marissa said.
“Back to my room,” Hannah replied. “I shaved your legs like you asked.”
“What slave is done after just one task?” Marissa asked.
“I…”
“Finish shaving me.”
“Finish?” Hannah stammered.
“I want my pussy bare, my ass too.”
“Mom…I….this is weird…this is wrong…”
“Weird or wrong, doesn’t matter. You volunteered to be our slave. You can leave anytime you want. Either shave me or get the fuck out of my house.”
Marissa’s eyes held anger and…something else…something that I was trying not to think about. Something that was very, very wrong, but was starting to feel very, very right – and I realized it might be the only path to getting through to our wayward daughter.
Marissa had her legs pulled wide, revealing her thick lobes and cunt. Hannah hesitatingly began lathering her up, clearly feeling a little uncomfortable about the situation. My daughter was facing away from me and was leaned over as she worked, revealing her slightly gaped innie cunt and her puckered little asshole that didn’t exactly look virginal. In fact both holes seemed pretty well-used for a nineteen-year-old. I hated that I was staring at my daughter that way, but I wanted to get inside those holes myself. I gulped at feelings I didn’t really want to feel. This was wrong…
Marissa caught me looking at our daughter’s assets and smiled.
“Go take a shower, honey,” she said. “When she’s done with me, she’s shaving your cock and balls…and then…who knows…”
“What?!” Hannah said, pulling back from the shaving job she was doing on Marissa. “No way.”
“Then get the fuck out, cunt!” Marissa shot back savagely, planting her foot on her daughter’s shoulder and shoving her backwards onto her ass. “Are you our slave or not? You will do what we tell you, or you will leave. Got it?”
“But I’m…I’m not a sex slave…I’m your daughter…your little girl.”
“You gave up being our little girl awhile ago. Either you are our slave or you are out of this house.”
“Mom…please…”
I had enough of her shit. I grabbed Hannah’s neck and jerked her around.
“We won’t force you to do anything, but either you are our slave or you go to the homeless shelter. Your choice, which is it? We will not force you. Willingly consent to being our little slave or leave.”
Hannah’s eyes flashed back and forth between my and my wife.
“Can we just do the slave thing without the sex thing?” she asked softly.
“There is no negotiation here. Which is it, cunt?” Marissa shot back, giving Hannah another shove on the shoulder with her foot.
Hannah, my daughter, the girl who had once been my pride and joy, looked down at the floor.
“Fuck…” she said softly, then sighed. “I guess I’ve done worse. I accept your terms. Tell me what you want me to do.”
“Shave my pussy, then shave your father’s cock and balls…then…we’ll see,” Marissa replied, then pointed me towards the other bathroom. “Go take a shower dear, by the time you’re back, our new slave should be ready for you.”
Chapter 3
I swallowed whatever dark words were floating in my mouth and headed to the other shower. I turned it on cold and climbed in, letting the frigid water wash over me. My eight inches hadn’t really gotten hard, but I wasn’t hanging plumb either. The cold water did the trick and I softened right up.
This was happening too fast. I had bought into Marissa’s slave girl idea too quickly. As soon as the cold water calmed my raging hormones, I could think clearly. This whole thing was insane. I had to call it off.
I washed myself in the cold water, put on a towel, and walked into the other bathroom, ready to put a stop to this madness. What greeted my eyes drove those ideas right out of my head. My wife was laying on the floor, her eyes closed, her big mom-tits splayed out in front of her chest, her legs pulled wide open. My daughter was between Marissa’s thighs and was doing what appeared to be a first-rate job of eating her mother out.
And, once again, spread in front of me, was my daughter’s ass and cunt. And this time, her innie pussy was dribbling a thick thread of grool that hung halfway down her thighs. Hannah was totally getting into it. Her well-used asshole was clenching and unclenching as if she was coming just from the experience.
My second thoughts disappeared. I was all in. This might actually be the right way to get through to Hannah – and getting my cock inside my little girl’s body was a bonus.
Marissa heard me and opened her eyes. She grabbed Hannah’s hair and pulled her face away, pointing her at me. Hannah was clearly divided. I could see she was loving what she was doing, but she was hating herself for who she was doing it to.
Tough luck, bitch.
I looked over at my wife and her now hairless, drenched, meaty cunt. She was gaped open and juice slid from the pink flesh beyond. Her grool ran down across her puckered asshole. She looked amazingly hot and I would have loved to fuck her right there in whatever orifice she desired. I dropped my towel to the floor and stood naked in front of my wife and daughter.
“Time for you to shave your father’s cock and balls,” Marissa said, propping herself up on her elbows and shoving our daughter with her foot. “Get busy. It works better if he’s hard.”
“Um…okay,” Hannah said. “Can you stroke it a little?” she asked me.
“What the fuck,” Marissa said, kneeling and grabbing her daughter’s hair. “Are you stupid? You’re a slave, it’s your job to get him hard.”
“I…okay…” Hannah said and reached for my cock, but again Marissa interceded.
“You really are one dumb whore,” my wife said. “Use your fucking mouth.” With that, she shoved Hannah’s face against my cock.
I wasn’t exactly hard at this point, but I was hanging at a 45-degree angle. Hannah tentatively slipped her lips around the tip of my cock, but her mother forced the issue, pushing her forward until her lips met the base of my meat and her nose squeezed against my abdomen.
Marissa smacked Hannah’s ass. “Get…him…hard,” she said slowly, elucidating every word. “I mean it. Get fucking busy. This whole thing will go better if you stop trying to act like your some kind of innocent little sweetheart. We’ve seen your cunt, we’ve seen your asshole. We know you know how to suck a cock. You’re a slut. Quit fucking around.”
Hannah realized that the game was up, so she started working my cock in earnest – and I was blown away by her skills. My beautiful little daughter knew her way around a pole, and within a minute I was hard as a rock and my entire eight inches was deep in her throat. When she pulled back, my cock was turgid and a heavy thread of throat slime went from the head of my cock to her lips.
Hannah opened her eyes and looked up at me. They weren’t the eyes of a whore, they were the eyes of my daughter who wasn’t sure what was happening, and was a little scared. My heart almost went out to her. Then I remembered her harsh words, the way she had treated us in the past. I knew the only way to save her from the path she was following was to be tough. My soul hardened up like my cock. I gave her a light slap across the face.
“Shave my cock and balls, slave slut,” I said.
Marissa handed Hannah the shaving cream, and Hannah hesitatingly applied it, then got to work. Like everything else we had seen this evening, sweet little Hannah knew what she was doing. Within ten minutes of work, my meat, my balls, and my ass were as hairless as if I was a newborn. I had usually been a trim guy, not a shave guy, but I kind of liked how this new approach looked. It made my eight inches look huge.
Marissa wasn’t interested in giving her daughter time to enjoy her work. She snagged Hannah’s hair and pulled her back between her legs.
“Time for you to pick up where you left off,” Marissa said, forcing her daughter’s face back down between her legs and into her shaved snatch. With Hannah on all fours between her mother’s thighs, I was again confronted by my daughter’s asshole and cunt. This time, I meant business. My cock was rock hard. I slowly slid the tip of my meat up the slit between Hannah’s legs and circled her asshole. The lube was in the other room and I didn’t feel like getting it, so I pressed the tip of my cock against my little girl’s cunt.
Hannah moaned from between her mother’s thighs as I pushed my cock into my daughter’s cunt. Her flesh was steaming hot and thick rivulets of grool ran from her slit down the inside of her thighs. I worked slowly. My daughter was decidedly not as tight as I would have hoped, speaking as her father. And she wasn’t squeezing down at all. She was letting me fuck her, but wasn’t doing any more than she absolutely had to, despite being clearly turned on.
What an absolute bitch, typical Hannah. That shit wasn’t going to fly. I drove my cock as hard as I could into her cunt. She moaned from between her mother’s thighs. I did it again and felt the tip bottom out against her cervix. All the better. I hoped it hurt.
I got into a rhythm, driving my meat into my daughter’s slit, pounding it in, making sure every inch was in as far as it would go. Hannah lowered her head from her work on her mother’s cunt and pressed her forehead against the floor, moaning and cursing as I drove my cock deeper and deeper with each stroke, slamming my stomach against her slender young ass, feeling the base of my balls bump against her erect clit. I ratcheted up the pace, and looked down to see my wife watching me drill our daughter. She smiled and pulled one of her big, pendulous mom-tits up to her lips, licking and sucking her own nipple. It was incredibly hot, seeing her getting off on watching me use our daughter like a whore.
Suddenly Hannah pushed me backwards and climbed off my pulsating meat. Standing up and staring down at the two of us.
“I…I can’t do this with my parents, I just can’t” she said. “I’ll go to a shelter or I’ll sleep in my car. This is wrong.”
She picked up her shorts and bralet from the floor and stormed out of the bathroom, pulling on her barely-there clothes as she walked down to her bedroom. Marissa and I wrapped ourselves in towels and followed her. She was in her room shoving the things she had unpacked back into her ratty old duffel bag.
“I can’t do this,” she repeated. “This is wrong. I’m out of here.” She turned and pushed her way past us towards the kitchen. At the door she paused and turned, looking back at us as if having second thoughts.
“You know that if you walk out that door, you’re not coming back,” I said. “This was your last shot. You said you’d do anything, but now you are walking away.”
Hannah looked down at the ground. “I know. I just can’t be in a sexual relationship with my parents. I’d rather live on the street.”
“Really?” Marissa said. “Are we really that repulsive?”
“You’re not repulsive at all,” Hannah replied. “You’re pretty hot, honestly. If you weren’t my parents and you offered me this deal, I would be 100% onboard. But I can’t do this with you two. It just doesn’t work for me. I can’t believe you expect this of me.”
“We didn’t expect this of you until you broke the rules within a couple hours of you moving back in. This was your final chance.”
Hannah cast her eyes to the ground. She looked sad, bewildered, and I had to keep reminding myself of all the stunts she had pulled, or otherwise I would have caved.
“I guess you’re right. I’m sorry,” she said, then she paused. A momentary look came over her – a very dark, surprising look, like she had just thought of something. Then it was gone. She gave hesitant hugs to Marissa and I, then she was out the door.
Chapter 4
As the door closed behind her, my wife said what was on my mind.
“That look she gave at the very end, did you see that? Mark my words, that little shit is planning something. I have a feeling this isn’t the last we are hearing from her about this.”
“Well, maybe, but I bet it’s all we’ll hear of her tonight,” I said, looking at the clock. It was almost 11:00 and we had work the next day. So we locked up and made our way towards the bedroom. We were both exhausted, physically and emotionally, and we climbed into bed naked. My wife lay her head on my shoulder and within minutes we were both deep asleep.
As a doctor, I was always tuned in to the sound of a phone going off in the middle of the night. It’s one of the hazards of the job. So when I heard an incoming call on the laptop in the living room, I just automatically staggered from the bed, pulled on a robe, and stumbled out. I flipped it open and answered the call without even seeing who it was from.
“Hello, this is Doctor Nelson,” I said, blearily into the screen. As my eyes focused, I realized this wasn’t a professional call. Sitting on the other end of the call were my daughter and her maternal grandmother. Hannah was still dressed in the bralet and shorts she had been wearing here, and Sadie had on a robe.
Sadie was in her mid-fifties and had a shape similar to Marissa’s, a well-preserved mom-bod. Her blond hair fell about her shoulders and across her substantial cleavage visible above a robe that was tied loosely around her waist. Her legs were crossed and her thigh was exposed dangerously high. I had to wonder if she was naked under her robe, too. I knew she sometimes slept in the nude on warm nights.
I had a good rapport with my mother-in-law and Marissa had occasionally joked that I had married her because I had mommy issues with her mother. Though meant as as joke, it was also a warning to both Sadie and I to make sure our joking and flirting never went beyond that, and it never did. But I had always admired how my MIL took care of herself and had fantasized what she would be like to have a fling with, if the opportunity ever presented itself. Marissa had even fed those fantasies on occasion, but they had always remained just fantasies. We all knew where the line was.
I watched the look on my daughter’s face as she sat on the couch with her grandmother alternate between a look of hurt innocence, and a look of pure revenge. I felt a surge of anger well up in me. If that little shit had told her grandmother about the events of that evening, she was going to pay.
Before I could say anything, Sadie spoke.
“Will, we need to talk, get my daughter in here.”
“It’s after midnight. I have to work tomorrow, so does Marissa. Can’t this wait?”
“No, it cannot. Get my daughter out here or I will drive over there and drag her out of bed myself.”
“No need,” came my wife’s sleepy voice from behind me. “What’s going on?” Marissa, wrapped in a quilt, sat on the couch beside me.
“My granddaughter just drove here from your house – the poor thing had to walk part of the way because her car broke down. She told me some things that were very disturbing, and I needed to know – right now – if they were true.”
Inwardly I moaned and cursed, but outwardly I just smiled.
“And what bullshit did my dear offspring foist on you?” I asked.
“It is really uncomfortable for me to say, but she claims that you tried to turn her into a…a…God, I can’t even say it.”
Hannah finished for her. “A sex slave.”
“Right…that,” Sadie said. “Is this true?”
As I already said, Marissa and I had made every effort to keep Sadie out of our challenges with Hannah and to preserve the relationship between granddaughter and grandmother. And Hannah had always respected that and done her part to not interfere with Marissa’s and my relationship with Sadie. It seemed like Hannah was opening a new front in this little war.
“Really?” Marissa said. “That’s fascinating. Hannah, dear, do you really want to do this? Are you really ready to go there?”
Hannah’s face was pure defiance. “I totally am. What you did to me tonight was wrong.”
“Interesting,” Marissa said. “Okay, then let’s go there. Mom, let me tell you about the last three years of my, Will’s, and Hannah’s relationship. Dear daughter, please correct anything I get wrong.”
And out it came. Everything. Each angry outburst, each crawling back, every broken promise, every insincere apology. Everything. My wife was done with her daughter’s shit, and she made sure that her mother knew it. It was painful to hear, but at the same time it was cathartic. We had worked so hard to keep that relationship between Hannah and Sadie sacred, there was no fucking way we were getting that thrown back in our face.
When she was done, Marissa leaned back on the couch and added “So, coming back to your original question. Did we try to make Hannah our sex slave tonight? Yes we did. It was a final attempt to try to find a way to reach her, and it wasn’t that crazy an idea considering that she sells explicit pictures of herself online – yes, Hannah, we know all about that. So I guess our attempt failed, at least we tried. Mom, maybe you can have better luck with her than we did. I hope so, because I love my daughter and I want to see her make something of her life, even if I can’t be in it. Anything you want to add, Hannah?”
While Marissa had given her testimony I had watched Hannah’s face go from resentment, to disbelief, to realization she had fucked up, to resignation that this was not going to end the way she had hoped. By the time Marissa was done, my daughter was leaning forward with her head in her hands.
Sadie, meanwhile, had gone from a look of anger to start the conversation, to a stone-faced silence. Her visage was completely devoid of emotion, as if she was bottling everything up while she tried to process. When Marissa was finished, she turned to her granddaughter.
“Is this true?” she asked softly.
The laptop microphone barely picked up the response that came from a face buried in her hands.
“Yes, all of it. It’s true.”
“I’m sorry, Mom,” Marissa added. “We really wanted you to be kept out of the problems between us and Hannah, but she forced our hand.”
The stone face that Sadie had been showing finally cracked a little, and her features softened.
“I appreciate that, a lot,” Sadie said. “Well, Hannah, I guess you have two options. Either go back to your parents or go to a homeless shelter. Your call.”
Chapter 5
“Grandma…” Hannah started, but Sadie held up her hand.
“I love you, Hannah, but what you have done to your parents just isn’t right. So those are your two options.”
“Grandma, please, I’m sorry. Can’t you let me stay here for just a little while? I…I’ll do any—…” Hannah started, then paused, realizing she had used that line too many times in the past 24 hours.
“No you won’t,” Sadie shot back. “You’ve already shown you won’t do anything. So don’t even go there.”
“Fuck,” said Hannah.
“Rule #9!” my wife said suddenly, loud enough that I jumped. “Hannah is also her grandmother’s slave, too. Take advantage of that, Mom. Your granddaughter knows what to do between a lady’s thighs..”
“Mom…no…” Hannah pleaded, but my wife smirked.
Sadie paused and I thought for a moment she was offended. But then she put a hand on her granddaughter’s knee and with her other hand, reached for the tie on her robe.
“No…” Hannah moaned, more softly this time as Sadie stood and peeled off her robe.
As I had suspected, she was nude underneath. I had seen my MIL in a bikini before, but never had I seen her in her full naked glory. Her big, soft, pendulous tits hung down in front of her, her wide aureoles and long nipples pointing just slightly below level. Her narrow waist flared out to wide hips that framed a shaved cunt a thick lobes.
I had to admit I was shocked that she left the camera on, but I was going to enjoy the show. I glanced over at my wife and she was entranced. Sadie sat back down on the couch and spread her legs.
“Well, slave bitch, get naked and get busy,” she said. “Or get the fuck out.”
I had another pang of sympathy for my daughter, who was still sitting on the couch and had her head back in her hands. After a moment, Sadie reached over and roughly ripped Hannah’s bralet from her body, shredding the thin fabric. Then she gave one of her granddaughter’s tits a hard squeeze.
“Hey, that hurt!” Hannah yelped.
“No shit, get the fuck busy, slave,” Sadie shot back.
Hannah looked utterly defeated. She stood and looked in the direction of the front door. For a moment I thought she was going to beat a hasty retreat, but then she peeled off her shorts, standing in front of her grandmother nude. Sadie began stroking her bare cunt, and Hannah knelt down, her face disappearing between her grandmother’s thighs.
Again, we were treated to a view of our daughter’s slit and sphincter as she went to work on her grandmother. Our daughter was definitely no stranger to penetration.
Sadie had been watching Hannah with some curiosity, but she apparently liked what her granddaughter was doing because she leaned her head back and closed her eyes, running her fingertips gently across her big, soft tits. Her mouth opened and a soft moan came from her lips.
I felt Marissa’s hand on my leg and I looked down. She was sliding her hand up my thigh inside my robe. She had already pushed off the quilt she was wearing and sat beside me naked. Her eyes met mine and she rolled over and perched on all fours on the couch, pointing her cunt at me, while her eyes returned to the action that was taking place on the computer screen.
The evening had been exhausting, and it was now well after midnight, but the scene playing out on the computer screen, and my lovely wife’s sopping slit now perched in front of me sent a surge of hormones and energy through me. My eyes went back and forth between my daughter’s cunt and ass, my MIL’s tits, and my wife’s waiting pussy before me.
Sadie opened her eyes and looked at her screen. A smile played across her face and she ran her fingertips across her breasts.
“Are you going to just sit there or are you going to let me see you fuck my little girl?” Sadie purred. Her voice was like come-drenched honey.
I gave my cock a hard stroke and stood up, hovering it near the camera to make sure my wife’s mom had a nice clear view of the hard shaft, the pulsating veins, the gaped tip that had a clear drop of pre-come hanging out. I stroked it again, then moved so I was hovering it next to Marissa’s cunt. I held Sadie’s gaze as I slipped my meat into her daughter’s drenched hole and began slowly fucking her.
Marissa’s eyes were closed and her head was resting on the arm of the couch as I pistoned my meat through her vag. On the screen, Sadie leaned forward and ran her hands down my daughter’s back. When she reached Hannah’s asshole, she slid a finger from each hand into her sphincter and pulled it open. Her eyes shot up at how easy it gaped, and she added two more fingers from each hand, pulling my baby daughter’s asshole wide for the camera.
Marissa had turned her attention to the screen as well, and commented a “What the fuck, Hannah,” at her daughter’s gaped ass. At the same time she squeezed her cunt muscles against my cock, making me moan. I felt my wife come hard, and that was all it took. I shot my load into my wife’s waiting, raw hole.
Sadie smiled watching her daughter and I come together, then pushed her granddaughter away from her pussy. She climbed to her feet and disappeared from the camera view
“Are we done now?” Hannah asked. “Can I got to bed?” Then she turned and saw the screen where I was coming hard into her mother’s cunt. She shook her head. “Is this night ever going to end?”
Despite her protestations, I noticed that Hannah kept her eyes glued to the screen and I could see her small, firm tits were hard as rocks – either from eating out her grandmother or from watching me drill her mother. I pulled out of her mother’s cunt and sat down, and Marissa leaned over and began sucking the remaining come from my cock, licking off her own cunt juices in the process. All the while, my wife’s eyes were locked on her daughter’s.
Sadie, still nude, reappeared on the screen, this time wearing a strap on and carrying a pair of handcuffs and a bottle of lube. Hannah didn’t notice her, being entranced by her mother sucking my cock, so Sadie was able to neatly snap on the handcuffs before Hannah even realized what was going on.
“Hey, what the fuck!” Hannah complained, but Sadie didn’t give a shit. She forced Hannah’s head down to the floor, so her asshole was perched in the air. Sadie dumped a dollop of lube on her granddaughter’s asshole, then pulled it wide, preparing to drive the nine-inch dildo into Hannah’s gaped hole.
“Stop!” Hannah cried.
“Why?” Sadie said, stroking the lube on the strap-on. “One look at your ass and we all know you can take this.”
“Fuck you. I withdraw my consent. I want to go. I’m done with this shit. I’ll sleep in my car then go to a shelter tomorrow. I don’t care.”
Sadie stepped back. “No problem,” she said, removing the cuffs. Hannah didn’t even bother wiping the lube from her asshole. She just pulled her shorts back on, grabbed her filthy duffel, and disappeared off screen, accompanied by the sound of the door slamming. She didn’t even have a top on.
Sadie sat down on her couch and looked at Marissa and I, a big smile on her face.
“Twenty minutes,” Sadie said, still smiling.
“What?” I asked as Marissa finally disconnected her lips from my flagging cock and sat down.
“It will take her about ten minutes to get back to where her car is broken down. Then I give her another ten before she’s calling one of us to come get her. No way that little tramp is going to a homeless shelter.”
“You’re probably right,” I said.
“When she calls, I’ll go pick her up and bring her over there,” Sadie said. She then gave me a big smile. “Then we can finish what we started.” The screen went blank.
Chapter 6
I looked over at Marissa, she was smiling, too.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” I said.
“Yeah, totally. I think at the end of this night, I’ll have my daughter back. I think this sick, twisted little game is what she needed. And you should be happy for the same reasons.” Marissa paused, then added “Plus, by the end of the night you may get to fuck my mother.”
I gulped. “And you’re okay with that?”
“We’ve been together long enough that don’t doubt your love for me. So yeah, if it comes to it, enjoy. Who knows, maybe I’ll fuck her as well.”
With that stunner, my dearest wife said something about making coffee if we were going to be up all night and disappeared into the kitchen without even bothering to get dressed, followed a few moments later by the sound of the coffee mill. I just stared at the glowing laptop screen in front of me. Thinking briefly of work, I sent a couple of quick notes saying I wouldn’t be in the next day due to a family situation, then I leaned my head back and stared at the ceiling.
I felt myself drifting off, but I was interrupted by a beep from my wife’s phone, followed by her voice from the kitchen. “Mom’s on her way here with our wayward daughter. Get that cock of yours ready for the next round.”
She brought me a hot mug of coffee that I accepted gratefully. I glanced at the clock – it was 2:15 AM. We were definitely making a night of it. The coffee revived my senses and I felt my energy – and libido – returning.
At about 2:30 the door opened (Sadie had a key) and in came my MIL and her granddaughter. Hannah was naked, wearing a dog collar and a leash, walking on her hands and knees like a puppy. She had a ball gag in her mouth and an inflatable butt plug stretching her ass in a way that looked painful, with the tube and bulb pump hanging behind her like a tail.
Sadie, for her part, was wearing a long coat that she immediately ditched once she got inside. Underneath she had donned a leather corset and a set of thigh-high leather stiletto boots – and nothing else. A canvas tote was slung over one shoulder.
“Jesus Christ, mom,” Marissa said. “Where did you get that get-up?”
“The same place I got these – Amazon,” my mother-in-law replied, dumping the contents of the canvas bag on the couch. It was loaded with toys of all sorts – dildos, gags, whips, and some sharp implements that looked like they were used in some kind of weird piercing.
Marissa was already toying with the tube coming out of her daughter’s asshole, tugging at it tentatively. Hannah winced. I reached down and undid the ball gag.
“Look who it is,” I sneered and slapped her across the face hard. “Bitch, you are out of chances, you have no more get out of jail free cards. You want to live here? Beg. Now.”
Hannah lowered her head. “Please, Mom, Dad, Grandma. Please let me live here. I’ll…do…” she hesitated. “I’ll do anything. And I mean it this time. I beg of you. I plead with you. I’m sorry.”
I slapped her again. “That’s not what I meant when I said beg.” Marissa gave the tube on the end of the inflatable dong another tug. Hannah’s sphincter stretched out behind her but the plug didn’t pop out. Sadie must have inflated that thing huge.
Hannah looked up at me. It took a minute for her to process what I was saying. Finally she just nodded, looking utterly defeated.
“Daddy, Mommy, Grandma, please fuck me. Please whip me. Please hurt me. Please use me like a whore. I want to be treated like a little cunt slave. Do anything to me. The worse the better. I surrender. I’m sorry. I’m the sorriest little whore you have ever seen.”
“We will, whore,” I replied.
Sadie was standing beside me, she was holding a leather whip.
“You ever use one of these before?” she asked. When I shook my head, she nodded. “I’ll handle this.”
I had seen videos of people playing kinky games with whips, but Sadie wasn’t playing games. She ripped the leather whip across her granddaughter’s back, leaving a nasty red welt. She did it again from the other side, resulting in a painful-looking jagged “X”.
“Did you like that, whore?” Sadie asked.
“Yes, Grandma,” Hannah said timidly. Her entire demeanor had changed. “More please. Hurt me.”
“That’s better, cunt,” Sadie said, sending more lashes across her back.
My wife, meanwhile, had three fingers inside Hannah’s cunt and was working on a fourth. With her other hand she continued to tug on the inflatable butt plug, pulling it out a little, then letting it slide back in. My beloved daughter’s sphincter stretched out two or three inches behind her around the balloon, yet still the inflatable plug didn’t slide free. Marissa ran her tongue around her daughter’s stretched out sphincter, rimming the elongated flesh. Hannah moaned and I think she came when another lash from Sadie’s whip ripped across her increasingly torn back. Blood was beginning to well from the welts in her flesh.
Marissa now had four fingers inside her daughter’s pussy and her thumb was in danger of joining them. I was tired of watching and was ready for a little of the action myself. I hovered my pulsating purple meat in front of my daughter’s face. This time, I didn’t even have to prompt her.
“Thank you, Daddy, for letting me suck your cock,” Hannah said as she dutifully slid her lips down the shaft of my throbbing erection. When her mouth hit the base, I grabbed her hair and held her in place as I began face-fucking her. She coughed twice then just opened her throat and let me use her like the whore she was. It was obvious she was no stranger to having her mouth treated like that, though she gagged once or twice and a tiny dribble of vomit slipped from her lips around my cock. Then she steadied herself as I continued my onslaught.
Marissa, by this point, had her entire hand in her daughter’s cunt and was pushing deeper, testing the limits of just how much of a whore her baby girl had become. She was an inch or two past the wrist and wasn’t encountering much resistance. The fact that my little girl could take an inflatable plug in her ass and still tolerate a vaginal fisting was both disappointing and incredibly hot. I doubled-down on the abuse my cock was inflicting on Hannah’s mouth.
Marissa’s mother finally decided her granddaughter had had enough of the whip, and was kneeling beside Marissa, licking Hannah’s stretched asshole. When Sadie leaned back for a moment, she and Marissa met each other’s gaze. There was a moment of awkwardness, then they leaned into a deep, open-mouthed, mother-daughter kiss. Marissa’s hand that wasn’t deep in her own daughter’s cunt roamed down to Sadie’s heavy mom-tits, caressing them and squeezing the nipples. Marissa disengaged from her mother’s lips and leaned down, suckling like a babe at her mother’s soft flesh and erect nipples. Sadie pulled her daughter’s face closer, pushing her mound into her face, loving the feel of her daughter’s tongue on her sensitive flesh.
I was watching this lezzie incest scene as I continued to ream out my daughter’s throat with little intention of stopping. I could feel my balls tighten. I wasn’t sure if I was ready to finish yet, but I think my daughter was. I felt her throat close hard around my meat and I groaned. I tried to pull back in time, but Hannah grabbed my thighs and held me close as I came hard, dumping my load into my baby daughter’s maw.
Sadie heard me moan and looked over, then slapped my daughter across the back on the welts that were still bleeding.
“You little whore, you weren’t supposed to make him come yet.” She leaned over and pressed Hannah’s face against the base of my pulsating, ejaculating meat. “You better not pull that mouth off his cock until he’s hard again, if you know what’s good for you.”
Chapter 7
Hannah began running her tongue up and down the underside of my cock, teasing out more jizz and trying to bring my flagging meat back to attention. A puddle of spit, slime, and little bit of vomit had formed under her as she continued to work my meat over.
Marissa and Sadie had returned to their work on my daughter’s other end. Marissa was halfway to her elbow, and Sadie was continuing to stretch out Hannah’s ass around the inflated plug, rimming the distended flesh. Finally, she said “I think it’s time for that plug to come out.”
Based upon the way she had been stretching out Hannah’s asshole, I assumed Sadie would let some of the air out before she tried to pull it out. No such luck for my daughter. Little-by-little, inch-by-inch Sadie slowly began pulling the inflatable plug backwards. Hannah’s sphincter stretched and stretched and stretched. I think the distension of her sphincter got wider than her shorts had been, and the meaty flesh extended out behind her, pressed against the gigantic inflatable dong. I heard and felt several moans from my daughter as she worked my cock over, but when she slowed down I grabbed her hair and pounded my resurging cock into her face even as her grandmother was doing unspeakable things to her asshole.
Hannah’s sphincter had to have been elongated at least four inches behind her at this point, and Sadie paused. She and her daughter licked and rimmed the stretched, torn flesh. Finally, Sadie gave a hard pull and there was a loud, slick sound. The inflatable plug popped free, leaving Hannah’s ass gaping, red, and inflamed. It looked incredibly painful – and incredibly hot.
Sadie didn’t give a shit about Hannah’s pain. She used her fingers to stretch the hole even wider, then my MIL gestured at my cock. “Your baby girl’s ass is almost ready for you,” she said. I tore my cock roughly from my daughter’s mouth, spilling out a mixture of throat slime and puke from her maw.
Hannah looked up at me meekly. “I want your cock inside my asshole, Daddy.” The way she said it was sincere – and incredibly hot. I slapped her face, and she smiled at me.
“Hit me again, Daddy,” she crooned.
I slapped her twice more then turned my attention back to what my wife and MIL were up to. Both of them had donned foot-long strap-ons and now my wife was laying on her back, the huge flesh-colored dildo sticking up above her, her mom-tits splayed to the side.
Sadie grabbed Hannah’s hair with one hand, and rammed four fingers in her asshole with the other. She pulled my daughter over Marissa’s dildo and pushed the head inside her pussy. Hannah dutifully slid her soaking, gaping cunt down her mother’s dildo, moaning and begging for more.
Sadie gestured to my daughter’s still-gaping, raggedy ass, dumping a load of lube into Hannah’s waiting hole. Hannah looked over her shoulder, her eyes pleading.
“Fuck my ass, Daddy,” she moaned. “Fuck it hard. I’m your worthless little come bucket. I’ll do anything you say. I don’t care anymore. I’ll be a good little slut from now on.”
My wife’s voice came from below. “I’ll believe that when I see it. Destroy this little bitch, Will.”
Sadie slid three fingers from each hand into her granddaughter’s ass and pulled it even wider. It gaped in front of me, a tunnel of pink flesh.
I drove my cock hard into my baby daughter’s ruined asshole hoping to ruin it even more.
The sensation of my cock riding along the dildo that was in Hannah’s cunt was magnificent. I didn’t hold back, but began relentlessly driving my meat in and out of my little girl’s asshole. I was amazed that she could take the two cocks in her cunt and ass and not be screaming in agony, but tonight had been an educational experience. Her pink ass flesh gripped my cock and prolapsed in and out of her sphincter with each stroke.
Sadie had moved in front of Hannah and was stroking the foot-long dildo she was wearing. Hannah looked up at her with doe eyes and opened her mouth like a good little slut. My daughter already had two of her holes filled, was she about to make it three? Sadie grabbed Hannah’s hair and drove her face all the way down the dong, until the entire twelve inches were buried in my daughter’s throat.
I felt Hannah cough and retch, and another shot of vomit squirted from her mouth around the gigantic dong, just missing my wife, who managed to move her head just in time to avoid getting painted with it. But after a moment Hannah got herself under control and her grandmother began driving the dong in and out of her throat. It took a moment for all three of us to get our timing right, but finally Sadie, Marissa, and I were in perfect synch.
My daughter, my pride and joy, was now our triple-penetrated come slut.
It was beautiful.
Hannah squeezed her ass muscles and her flesh grabbed my cock, pillowing out of her sphincter and forming a thick, meaty, pink ring outside of her asshole. Her sphincter was so loose by this point that it practically flapped with each stroke. I slowed for a moment, leaned over and pulled my mother-in-law to me, kissing her, then tasting her big, soft, freckled mom-tits. I had fantasized about touching and tasting Sadie’s tits over the years, but never thought I would have the chance to actually do so. Even less had I thought I would be doing so as she and I spit-roasted my daughter. But here we were.
Sadie winked as I pulled back, whispering “I’m next.” I gave her a thumbs up as we went back to reaming out my daughter.
Hannah had synched her own motions with ours, seemingly surrendering to the experience of having all her holes destroyed at once and loving every second of it. I reached down and squeezed the pillow of flesh that had prolapsed from her ruined asshole. She moaned around her grandmother’s dong that was still buried deep in her throat. Her muscles tightened and I could tell she had come, followed a moment later by a second orgasm. Her asshole was pulsating hard against my cock and I didn’t think I could last much longer. I looked up at Sadie, who just smiled and winked, her big tits shaking with each stroke she made into her granddaughter’s mouth. She lifted one of her tits to her mouth and licked it. She looked incredibly hot. That was all I could take. My balls pulsed and I began shooting a hot steaming load deep into my daughter’s abused asshole.
As my seed filled Hannah’s ass, I felt my energy flag. I glanced at the clock. It was almost 3:30 AM. How much longer could this night last? How much longer could I last?
I slowly slid my meat out of my baby girl’s asshole. The pink flesh hung out of the sphincter and dribbled my come down across Hannah’s cunt. Marissa slipped from underneath her daughter and knelt behind her, sucking several inches of Hannah’s ass flesh into her mouth and gulping down my seed. I don’t think I had ever seen anything hotter than my wife sucking my come from my daughter’s wrecked asshole.
Chapter 8
I felt a pair of soft hands reaching for my cock. Sadie. She gave my meat several strokes, then began sucking on the cock that had just come out of her granddaughter’s asshole.
“I’ve been hoping for decades to have this opportunity. I’m not going to let it go to waste,” she said, sucking my cock into her mouth again and deep-throating it. I moaned. I had thought I was done for the night, but the feel of my MIL’s mouth on my cock and the sight of my wife eating my cream pie out of my daughter’s cavernous sphincter sent a surge of energy through me.
I had dreamed of someday fucking my wife’s mom, now I was going to actually get the chance. She was on her knees in front of me, sucking my cock like a pro. My MIL knew her way around a pole. I was still pulsing out come from having just sodomized my daughter, but I felt my cock getting hard again. Sadie pressed her big, soft tits against my legs as she slid her lips up and down the shaft, sucking, swallowing, taking the entire thing like a thousand-dollar whore. My wife gave an amazing blow job, but her mother was mind-blowing. I had never experienced anything like what Sadie was doing to me.
She finally pulled back and lay back on the couch, spreading her legs, revealing how her cunt already gaped naturally.
“Take me around the world and go back to where you started,” she said, wrapping her thigh-high stiletto boots around my hips and pulling my body towards her. I didn’t resist, letting my cock slide into her steaming hot, soaking wet cunt. I leaned forward and we kissed, our tongues intertwining, her big soft tits pressed against my hard, muscled chest, as I began sliding my pulsating meat in and out of my mother-in-law’s waiting cunt.
I heard a moan from my daughter and glanced over. Marissa was fisting her asshole and had her arm almost to the elbow, pounding it in and out of my daughter’s destroyed hole. I had to close my eyes and stop watching or I would have come immediately in my mother-in-law’s cunt.
Still I drilled Sadie, the tip of my cock bouncing against her muscled, gaped cervix, my chiseled abs bumping against her soft mom-tummy. Her body was hot, soft, yielding – so perfect. She was everything I had fantasized she would be and more. She squeezed her cunt muscles, making me moan as the ribs in my cock ran against the ribs in her vaginal muscles. I closed my eyes and just felt the sensation of my cock slicking in and out of her well-used slit. She pulled my face down to hers and we kissed again, our tongues intertwined. It was breathtaking.
I felt her come once, then twice, her cunt pulsating around my meat, her asshole throbbing when my balls bounced against it. Her cervix receded, and I thrust harder, forcing my cock deeper in pursuit. My MIL came again and I fought for control, slowing, catching my breathe, counting to twenty-five.
Sadie pushed me off her and rolled over onto all fours, dumping a dollop of lube on her asshole. My wife and daughter appeared on either side of her and pulled her cheeks apart. I had my first clear view of my wife’s mother’s asshole.
“Like mother, like granddaughter,” I said, staring down at Sadie’s well-used hole. Hannah and Marissa slipped three fingers each into Sadie’s ass and pulled it open wide, adding more lube. I drove my cock into my mother-in-law’s yawning sphincter.
The only reason I didn’t come immediately was that I had already popped multiple times tonight so I had a little staying power. If my wife’s mom’s overused ass had been my first fuck of the night I probably would have come the second my meat slipped into her steaming, lubed, yawning anus. It was late and my mind was hazy, but I knew how to fuck and I knew that I was fulfilling a fantasy I had harbored for a long time. That was enough to drive me forward. Sadie begged me to fuck her ass with everything I had. So I did.
As I sodomized my MIL on the living room floor, my wife moved so that she was laying down in front of her mother, her legs spread. I had already seen my MIL and my wife kiss tonight, so this was a logical next step. As I drilled Sadie’s divine anus, she dove in between her daughter’s thighs. Marissa closed her eyes and lay back, welcoming her mother’s ministrations.
I realized that Hannah was trying to fade into the background a little and sit out the latest round of action. No way I was going to let that happen. I wrapped my hand around the back of her neck and ripped my cock out of her grandmother’s ass, shoving it deep into my daughter’s mouth, pushing it all the way to the back of her throat and holding it there. Hannah didn’t fight, just let me hold my cock there. A shot of puke slipped out of her mouth, then another, but I wasn’t going to let her go until I felt like pulling out.
Hannah pushed her hands against my body, trying to wriggle free, trying to pull her throat off my cock, but I held her fast. Finally she stopped fighting and gave in. She retched once more, then stayed still, looking up at me with her doe eyes.
Satisfied she was being appropriately subservient, I pulled out my cock and shoved her face into her grandmother’s ass. I made her rim and suck the gaping, overused hole. Hannah, who was finally becoming the obedient whore, dove in and sucked her grandmother’s pink assflesh into her mouth. Sadie moaned as Hannah ate her ass, licking lube from her pink ass-meat.
I shoved my child to the side and drove my meat back into Sadie’s ass, eliciting a scream of pleasure. By this point, my MIL had come more times that I could count. Her face was buried in my wife’s cunt and Marissa’s back was arched and her arms above her head, lost in the experience.
My balls were tightening and I knew that I wasn’t going to last much longer. I pulled out of my mother-in-law’s bottomless asshole and moved in front of her. Sadie didn’t even miss a beat, sucking my cock straight out of her ass and pulling all the way down her throat. The feel of her hot, wet, experienced gullet was all I could take, and I began pulsating a fresh, ropy load down her throat.
I felt like I had given all I had to give. I was spent. The four of us lay on the living room floor in puddles of our own juices, exhausted.
I felt a warm body move and lay next to me. I looked down and saw my daughter gazing up at me.
“Was I a good little whore?”
“You were.”
“I’m sorry I’ve been such a fuck up,” she said. “I am going to do better. Thank you for putting up with my shit. I’ll be the best little slave whore you, mom, and grandma ever saw. You’ll see.”
As my daughter slid her soaking cunt down my resurging cock, I finally believed her…
THE END (for now)