My mom, the slut… (Ch 7, 8 & 9) by darkride

darkride

2023

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Chapter Seven

When Sandy walked into her bedroom, she paused. Every step she had taken from the dining table to her bedroom had left her fully aware of just how slick her pussy lips were after her conversation with Nathan. Master Nathan. Before waking her brother she wanted to make sure her arousal wasn’t too obvious on her already damp pyjamas. Satisfied, she cast her eyes from her clothing to her brother, laying on his side with the sheet half over him, his bare chest exposed. He looked so peaceful. Moving closer to the bed, she stopped as Steven suddenly rolled onto his back, the sheet pulling off him. Sandy’s eyes were immediately drawn down to his boxers – her brother’s cock had poked out of the flap at the front, and it was standing very tall and proud!

For a long moment Sandy just stared at her brother’s cock in the morning light that was spilling in around her curtain. So that’s what a ‘morning wood’ looked like, she thought. Her parents sometimes joked about that phrase, and now she’d seen what they meant. That’s what it must have looked like last night in the dark, next to her – so hard and erect… before he – did he cum in his boxers? Or was it out in the open and he came on his chest? Sandy made a little moan as she felt her pussy get wetter yet. Just how wet can this wet pussy get?

“Why don’t you take a picture, it’ll last longer,” Steven muttered sleepily as he adjusted himself, casually slipping his penis back inside his boxers.

“Oh god! I – I – I’m sorry, I just – Oh God! It’s time for breakfast!” Sandy couldn’t look her brother in his eyes as she turned and fled the room!

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A short while later Master Nathan, Mistress Erin, Sandy and Steven were all at the table, with the guests seated at the head and foot, and the youngsters at the sides. Before emerging, Steven had slipped on a singlet to offer himself some modesty in front of their guests. Whilst he sat at the table however, Steven found himself carefully inspecting the older couple, deciding correctly that they were both naked under their dressing gowns.

After an initially cold reception to her brother’s arrival at the table, Sandy couldn’t help herself, having to share with her brother the news about the cage on their father’s penis. Surprisingly, he didn’t seem all that surprised. After some discussion he admitted having seen “something” a few times over the months, not to mention wondering why his father had become so keen on avoiding urinals at public restrooms, instead choosing to always use a cubicle.

The still very naked slave maryanne and slave aaron finally emerged from the kitchen with food, placing it in front of each person in turn, before standing awkwardly near the breakfast-bar between the kitchen and dining rooms, much as they had the night before, although then they had been clothed. Unlike the night before, this time Master did not invite the slaves to join them at the table, and the couple stood awaiting further instructions.

Master had a question. “Can you help me, Sandy?”

The young lady was still very unsure about everything that she was learning, but she knew that what she did want was for her parents to be happy, and trying to be accepting toward their new ‘friends’ seemed the best way to do that. She offered a hesitant “Yes?”

“You choose – should your father kneel under the table in front of me again, like when I was drinking my coffee, or in front of Mistress Erin?”

Steven had also been brought up to speed about Master’s accoutrement to his morning coffee… though neither sibling appreciated that this was a regular meal-time event to have their slaves pleasure them sexually under the table whenever they dined with the kids’ parents – at least, except when in public. As insane as the question felt to be asked of her to decide, Sandy still found herself pondered it. If her dad actually did like sucking cocks… maybe she should let him do what he liked? She felt everyone’s eyes on her, including those of her father.

“Um well, maybe just – stay the same as before?” Sandy pondered. She wondered how her mother must feel watching her husband sucking a man’s cock. Or how she would feel seeing him giving oral pleasure to another woman. “No, swap!” She blurted out, flushing a little at making such a decision.

“Slaves, under the table.” Master directed, as the kids realised it wasn’t just slave aaron that the decision was effecting. The two slaves crawled under the table as their children watched, slave aaron in front of Mistress Erin, and slave maryanne in front of Master Nathan. Sandy eyed her brother as their unseen parents began oral duties on their Master and Mistress. Unlike earlier, they could all hear distinct noises coming from under the table as the slaves began pleasing their owners. The older couple continued to find small talk to engage the siblings, as Sandy noticed that her father’s attentions toward his Mistress seemed to have a greater effect on her than he had had earlier on his Master; Mistress Erin was clearly enjoying her father’s tongue as she talked and ate, to the point that she occasionally cooed out “Good boy” to slave aaron.

Once Master and Mistress had finished their breakfast, the two slaves were invited to join them at the table and have their breakfast. Sandy and Steven both gave their parents a number of sideways glances as they emerged from under the table. Before disappearing to fetch their food however, Master ordered the two slaves to kiss. Sandy and Steven watched on as their parents exchanged a kiss, something they had seen a million times before, even passionate kisses on occasion, but this time knowing their mouths had just been orally pleasuring their owners.

To the kids amusement, the two slaves then sat on the laps of their Master and Mistress. Whilst seeing their mother sitting on Master’s lap appeared very sexual, somehow their father sitting on Mistress Erin’s lap had a more comical tone to their eyes. Despite the fact they were now sitting at the table with their naked parents, it felt almost tame considering what they had just been doing under the table. Although mostly out of sight, it was obvious that both Master and Mistress were toying with their slaves’ genitals under the table as they tried to eat.

When the slaves had finished their breakfast and cleared the table, Master produced a leash and attached it to slave maryanne’s collar. “Are you ready for walkies?” he asked her.

“Yes please, Master. i’m busting!” came slave maryanne’s frank reply to a question that left the two teens confused. This lead to Master Nathan’s next question.

“Can you help me with something else please, Sandy?” he asked her sincerely. He held up a second leash. “My slaves have not been allowed to pee yet this morning.”

Sandy’s brow furrowed as she considered how long it had been since they had woken up; she always had to urgently pee as soon as she woke up. Before Master could continue, Sandy blurted out – “I can’t exactly pee for them?” She smirked a little.

Master all but ignored her comment. “Can you bring your father out to the back yard for his morning walk.” He handed the leash toward Sandy, who recoiled from the offer.

Watching on from the table, Steven was mostly staring at his naked mother. Mistress Erin slid into the chair beside him, and put a hand on his thigh. She could feel the tension in the fabric of his boxers.

“You want me to take my dad walkies like a, a dog?” Sandy asked, a look of both confusion and some revulsion on her face.

Master placed the collar into Sandy’s hand until she took it hesitantly from his fingers. The fact that she accepted it was all Master needed.

“Yes. They are both getting quite uncomfortable now, if you hadn’t noticed. A good Master is mindful of his slaves’ comfort.” He tugged on slave maryanne’s leash, and she lowered herself down onto all fours, like she had been the previous night.

Sandy let her eyes rest on her naked father. Her eyes were drawn to his metal-caged penis, pondering the fact that his bladder must be ready to burst, before she looked up to his face. “D-do you really want me to…”

“It is not his place to approve or disapprove, Sandy.” Master informed her. Turning to his slave, he asked, “Do you need to pee, little one?”

“Yes, Master, please may i pee, soon?” slave aaron almost pleaded, trying not to look at Sandy, even though his words were clearly for her.

Sandy bit her lip. “I don’t have to – hold him while he pees or anything – do I?”

Master laughed. “No, just bring him outside for me.” With that, he walked slave maryanne to the door, and stepped out with her into the back yard.

For a moment Sandy stood awkwardly considering what she’d been asked to do.

“It’s ok, sweetie,” slave aaron whispered, trying to comfort her.

“Quiet slave,” came a quick retort from Mistress Erin.

Making up her mind that her dad needed her help, Sandy found the end of the leash, and fumbled a little as she attached it to the D ring on her father’s collar. When Mistress offered to help her, Sandy admonished her with an “I can do it.” Following Master’s lead, she tugged on the leash, and watched her father move down onto his hands and knees. She had a sudden flashback to being a little girl, going for a ride on her father’s back as he played a horse for her. This was a very different game, she thought to herself, as she lead him outside.

Still sitting at the table, Mistress’ hand was now resting fully over Steven’s boxers, her fingers gently squeezing his cock. “Now young man, tell me about last night…”

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In the secluded yard Master and slave maryanne were waiting. As Sandy and slave aaron appeared, Master said quietly to his slave, “See, I told you,” before calling out “Bring the little one over here.”