“Good morning.”
Stuart arrived in a pristine white dressing gown and sat at the breakfast island while Mom poured him coffee.
“Morning Master.” We both said in unison.
He sipped from the mug approvingly as Mom came around and guided me to the floor. I got it straight away. After all, he’d already told me this was what Mom did every morning.
“No hands.” She whispered.
We took up the position as he opened his gown and revealed his cock. It seemed bigger and harder than ever. And his crown beckoned to me. Our mouths closed around it in unison, kissing over his crown. Then as if we’d rehearsed every movement our lips danced in a waltz over that fabulous cock. Licking, kissing, and sucking from his crown to his balls.
Then after what seemed an age we pursed our lips and rubbed them back and forth along either side of his crown until even Master began to lose control.
He squirmed. His cock throbbed and jerked. We kept on, unrelenting.
“Uhhh.”
His groin muscles spasmed and warm cum pumped with force from his tip. It went everywhere. In my hair. On mom’s face. Onto our lips.
We kissed, tasting the saline stickiness between our mouths as our tongues met.
“Fuck that was good.”
“Did we please you Master?” Mom asked.
“Yes. You really did. Both of you.”
I felt pleased with myself. As though I’d just achieved something great. Given his evident stamina, perhaps I had.
“Julia. Come with me.”
Mom took my hand and led me toward the shower room. In my ignorance, I thought it was so we could clean up. Stepping under the water I turned to find the gel amongst a myriad of bottles.
“Don’t bathe yet.
Wait for Master.”
I stopped and followed her lead, just standing in the shower of water cascading over me.
Master joined us a few moments later. As he stepped under the streaming droplets I stared down at his cock, still amazed at its ability to defy nature and remain hard even after pumping out enough cum to drown my entire university dormitory.
Mom was his first point of attention. His hands were all over her body, lathering her as she did the same in return. The steady spray poured over them as I watched their show with fingers openly playing at my pussy.
Master guided her to bend over and as I watched he pushed his cock into her. Water cascaded over her back as though under a waterfall and I watched while my mom was fucked.
“Uh. Uh. Uh.”
She gripped the shower frame and pushed her ass back, taking every energetic thrust with a grunt of pleasure. Her tits bounced and tiny ripples ran over her butt with each impact.
“Fuck me, Master. Fuck my tight little pussy.”
Mom came with a shudder.
“Uhh.”
I thought she would faint and fall to the shower tray when he finally let her go. He turned his attention to me and I knew it was my turn.
“Now. We’ve talked about this briefly. I think it’s time we brought an end to one of your fears.”
I gasped.
“My ass.” I muttered.
“That’s the one.” His hands went to my shoulders, turning me away from him. He pressed firmly on my back and I leaned forward onto Mom, my arms going around her neck for support.
“Oh, my god.”
Master was caressing me. His hands glided over my butt cheeks and down to my pussy. Then up to my ass hole, his finger pressing firmly until it glided inside.
“Mmm.”
I shuddered with a tingling delight that made my knees shake. I was scared and desperate all at once. It moved around inside me, stretching me, and exciting nerves I didn’t know existed. I wanted this. I wanted to know what it was like. To know what fascination it held for my mom and so many girls in Uni. I just hoped it would be for me how it was for them. And not end as it had for Kerri.
“Now tell me. What should I do to you?”
I was still terrified and stared into moms eyes with that same look I’d had as a small child when I needed reassurance. She smiled and I hesitantly answered in the only way I could.
“Fuck my ass, Master.”
It was little more than a whimper but he heard it over the crash of the shower water. He responded to me with a lubricating oil dripped over my butt so that it ran into my crack.
His cock was bigger than his finger or my little beginner butt plug. In my head, it had grown into a colossus. And it was pressing at my hole.
“Oh fuck.”
“Relax.” Mom whispered. Her hand glided softly over a tit where it hung between us.
“Let it ease in.”
My ass popped. A sudden give that let his crown in. My eyes went wide.
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.”
I was gasping and sweating as he worked his way into my virgin ass.
Mom was stroking my face, pushing back and straightening my hair, whispering soothing encouragement as I stared into her eyes. All I could feel was my burning ring being stretched while my insides filled. I gasped relief when his hips pressed against my butt with the realization I was penetrated to his full length.
Master moved gently, allowing my muscles to acclimatize to the invasion and giving me time to relax. My fear evaporated and I found myself feeling excited by this new experience.
“Oh, my god.”
“Tell me how it feels.” He commanded.
“It feels wonderful Master.”
Fuck it felt good. Kind of uncomfortable. But filling and intense. More even than having my pussy fucked.
Mom’s hand rubbed over my tits before gliding down my belly to seek out my clit. Circular movements pushed my delicate flesh around.
“Uh.”
The movements became more concentrated and greater in pressure. Fingers agitated my bean, matching the Master’s rhythm in my ass.
“Fuck.”
I felt filled. Stretched. His fucking was so intense. Hot and deep. Primal, with all the pleasure concentrated into the warm ring of my ass. Butterflies took flight in my stomach and moms delightful help left my groin on fire.
“Oh fuck. I’m gonna cum.”
My legs wobbled and mom took my full weight as I lost control.
“Uhh.”
I stared into her eyes as the pressure released and a wave of euphoria raced over my body.
“Oh my fucking god.”
At that moment, Mom was treated to a close-up of my O face. Probably the most orgasmic one I’d ever pulled.
I stood obediently by the door as Master opened it to leave. Mom was standing at my side. Both of us were naked apart from the heels that kept our posture so upright.
As Mom closed the door behind him I quivered with excitement that I was now fully part of this strange world. What was I? A sex slave? A submissive? A concubine? A pleasure hostess Stuart had said at one point.
So many words, all demeaning to someone looking in. But I was here willingly. I’d chosen this as Mom had. Chosen as readily as she’d chosen to be a psychologist. But that was a past life now. Just as my university days were.
“What now?” I asked.
Mom smiled.
“Whatever we want. Gardens, pool. We do have some duties. Preparing dinner for this evening.”
Then she grinned.
“And whatever Master instructs of us to entertain him while he watches from the office later.”
Cameras. I remembered how he’d watched me at home. Then I hadn’t known. I tingled. Knowing this time my performance would be choreographed and I would be fully aware of his watching eyes. I let my eyes wander over moms gorgeous body and found myself quivering with anticipation. She saw my lust.
“Unless Master gives permission, we can’t touch.” She said.
“Only Master can say when we cum.”
Knowing that immediately made me horny and my thighs subconsciously rubbed together to ease the burning ache that began again.
“Mom.
Tell me about the Special Room. What’s that?”
She grinned so madly that it had to be something truly special. I couldn’t image what could top what I was already experiencing.
“A surprise. For Friday nights only.”
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