The Family Feud IV

Chapter Thirty-Three
Chris’s Journal: A Tale of Two Blow Jobs

**Note to reader: This is an excerpt of Chris’s journal from Wednesday approximately 8:00 pm from his perspective while he and his dad sit on the steps of the cabana. In order to increase readability, some of the dialogue exchanged was altered to appear in a ‘narrative’ story format.

CASH EARNINGS WEDNESDAY

WENDY: $385
JAMIE: $345

“I love you Son.” I can’t remember my dad ever sounding as proud of me as he did right then. It felt good, damned good.

“You still can’t have my Bud Light, Dad,” I deflected with a little joke.

“Hey, I meant a Butt Light!” I don’t know where my dad came up with that reference but I cracked a smile out of politeness. My dad sucks at jokes but he tries.

“I love you too, Dad,” I decided to finally add after the silence became awkward.

“I know,” Dad gave me a knowing wink like I had given him moments before when he had told me he would never abandon us or leave us without direction. There was a lot that was said between us in the silences and I was learning to listen to those as much to the words we exchanged.

“I love our sluts too,” I added about Mom and Jamie. I hadn’t been listening really but Dad was also carrying on a conversation with her while we talked about condoms and teasing her playfully through the screen door. I occasionally heard her make a “Garrbabbllll” noise as someone in their room reminded her to pay more attention to his dick than Dad’s words.

I was enjoying our time outside with the sun setting and a nice cool evening breeze. I know this may sound weird but it felt oddly like we were on a vacation at a campground.

“Shhh, don’t tell them that or your mom will make us all sing cum-by-yah and do a group hug.” Dad smiled and took a sip of his Pepsi.

“So you don’t think we are being too rough on them? We just need them to make some money. I wasn’t sure if you thought I was being too strict hitting them with a broom and all.” I had beat my sister and mom’s ass with a broom handle earlier and had begun to have some doubts about if I was doing it for their benefit or my own pleasure.

“As far as I am concerned, I don’t think we can be TOO strict with them. They asked us to keep them in line and that is what I am aim to do,” Dad was very sure of himself.

I asked if he had been worried about tying Mom behind the cabana the night before; anything could have happened to her. I didn’t want to sound like a worry-wort but that one did have me a little concerned.

“I did think about that but it’s fairly quiet out here and most people are used to the whores walking around. It is a fairly quiet back alley and, honestly, they probably run more risk jumping into strange cars than anything else.” Dad seemed at peace with his decision so I left it at that.

After a short lull in the conversation and a couple guys walking in and out to fuck my sister, I told Dad about how we had ran into Jerry at the J-Mart and Mom had gone off on him.

“I wonder what she is going to do tomorrow when Vicky is at the house and wants to buy all our furniture and bric a brac?” Dad chuckled.

“Probably best if we just leave them here to work. I have a feeling it’s best if she doesn’t see anyone from work. I think Vicky played a big role in Mom’s firing.”

“Yeah but Vicky said she wants to apologize though,” Dad smirked.

“Something tells me that she wants to just see Mom humiliated one last time and gloat a bit,” I had not paid a lot of attention to my mom’s discussion about work before this all began but what little I do remember was that she and Vicky were rivals and it frustrated my mom.

“The customer is always right. What is the harm in her seeing Cow Tits naked and on her knees where she belongs?” Dad seemed amused at the idea.

I tried to reiterate how she had gone completely ballistic on poor Jerry and Dad only laughed that ‘fuct tape’ and handcuffs would keep her in line. “She won’t come by until later in the day tomorrow. We can give your mom the choice to meet her at our house or we can leave her here to work and bring her by after she finishes picking through our stuff and makes us an offer on it.” Dad seemed sadistic but added, “Hey, we need the money. If the goofy little bitch gets off on humiliating your mom, should she be any different than anyone else?”

Dad did have a point there.

I told Dad about Jerry’s brother and my dad took an instant dislike to Peter. “It’s funny. He had the same reaction when he heard about you,” I laughed.

I told him how Mark the cop had shown up and basically shook us down, promising to return for two hundred dollars later. Dad was initially disturbed by this but he seemed to take the news in stride.

“You see cops up and down this street all night long. They would either have to be like the replacement refs in the NFL and be too incompetent and blind to see what is going on or they are corrupt and want a piece of the action.”

I nodded in understanding that it was probably the latter.

“You know it’s interesting,” I said to my father as I observed, “if you have sex for money, it’s illegal but if you have sex for money on film you can distribute it everywhere as a business.”

“Are you trying to suggest we get your mother and Jamie into porn?” Dad looked at me with a wry grin.

“Well, I am sure they would be up for it,” I looked back over my shoulder into the room where they were both fucking three guys at once and shrugged.

“What I found out about internet porn is that if you can think of something, no matter how weird or bizarre there is porn of it on the internet and it’s free.” Dad said as if he were imparting sage wisdom to me.

“Yeah, it’s called Rule thirty four,” I told him.

“Rule thirty four?” he asked.

“If it exists there is porn of it,” I explained. “I once saw a series of drawings about Mountain Dew having sex with a Subway sandwich.”

“Yeah, I am not exactly sure why you kept looking at them after the first drawing in the series but you see my point? If you can find all that for free online, it’s probably not very easy to get people to buy porn.”

I nodded in agreement and told Dad the rest of what had happened while he was away. When I got to the part where Peter wanted to piss all over the girls’ asses Dad got very intrigued. I described how I pissed down my sister’s throat and the girls just took it. “It was a real lemon party!”

“What is a lemon party?” He asked and then quickly shook his head that he didn’t want to know. “So your sister and mom are piss drinkers now are they?”

“It looks like they are,” I chuckled. “They really didn’t seem to mind it, other than a few disgusted faces.”

My dad was quiet for a while. I knew he was processing this new information about Mom and Jamie.

“You know we should let these guys use them like urinals when they are done,” I said thinking aloud.

“Like the dirty urinals in a truck stop?” Dad smiled as if visualizing it.

“Well, if they don’t want to do it, they could just say no at the end right?” I offered, wondering if we were about to go too far.

“They had better say no sir, and be prepared to accept the consequences for embarrassing us in front of clients. They would also have to explain why they drank midget pee but not these, right?” Dad was visibly excited by the thought of going through with it.

“You sure we should make them do it?” I was starting to have second thoughts. When we had “Bill’s Bill,” anything that was really twisted we could suggest and they could agree to stars. They worked as a sort of a sanity check for our dares but now I wondered if we were on a slippery slope where they had to do whatever we said and we would get drunk on our own power.

“This might be too much information but I am harder than a motherfucker just thinking about the girls having a line of dirty cocks pissing all over their faces,” I could see Dad’s bulge in his wrangler jeans.

I just laughed. It was a titillating idea.

“We do need to come up with new rules though,” Dad said quietly after our excitement had started to fade. “If your mom doesn’t have clear goals to work towards then she will get complacent.” Dad was obviously thinking along similar lines as I was.

“Well, we could set a monetary goal for them,” I said thinking of the five hundred dollars. A guy stumbled out of the motel room past me into the parking lot. They were all waiting by the truck for their friends to finish using my mom and sister.

“Nah, it has to be more than just money. That is just a simple goal, and they can get it with sour attitudes like the other whores around here.” Dad was watching one of Rahjid’s other girls try unsuccessfully to entice the Mexican guys by the truck; it was Doris the Puerto Rican girl with the big butt and cute lips. She reminded me of the actress Rosie Perez, very shallow and coarse in her manner while she popped her bubble gum and seemed half-interested.

“Hey Poppy, you wanna? No Why Nawwttt? Oh my Gawd, don’t make me angry Poppy-Chulo,” I could see her fanning her freshly painted nails as she feigned interest in the guys. “Oi, my ass hurts from walking so much, you should come rub it, baby-pop.” Her attempts were falling flat but it was fun to listen to her.

“It’s not just having a goal. It has to be something that proves they have the right attitude and earned it the right way. That is why I liked the star system. We were in control of how much to award based on the risk and the effort involved,” Dad said as he contemplated a new set of rules and watched the hooker with the big-ass strut around the guys he brought like a shark looking for a free meal.

“Yeah but Mom and Jamie would earn the 100 stars and then they could quit. Don’t we need them to keep earning?” I reminded Dad.

“I don’t have any end game for where this is going, Son. That’s why I was going to let them out of it. We may be homeless for a while. We may have to keep this up for at least a month or two!” Dad’s facial expression was excited even if his voice sounded reluctant. I knew he was conflicted about it. I was too.

“I trust you to come up with something, Dad.” I smiled at him reassuringly. “As long as it is a progressive performance based assessment that offers a positive incentive for the submissive qualities and success metrics we establish which reflect attainable stretch goals and a performance appraisal that allows for corrective measures and consequences for controllable failures to let them know if they have been effective in their role through measurable key indicators.”

Dad did a double take at the corporate speak I had just spit out.

“I remember Mom explaining it to me when she had to set up a pay-for-performance plan at her job.” I smiled, adding, “See? I listen sometimes even when people think I don’t.”

“I know you do, Son,” He patted me on the back and stood up, adjusting his pants and tucking his bulge back in. I am not creeped out about seeing my dad’s cock. We’ve been through so much together that it feels as normal as seeing my sister’s spread pussy now. (Should that ever feel normal?)

Dad went and talked with the guys that were waiting for the final ones inside to finish and then came back to where I was standing. “It’s on” is all he said.

We were going to give the girls an impromptu inspection and I followed him inside. I had suspicions what my dad had asked the guys but I kept it to myself and just followed along like I knew the plan already.

I sauntered in “Wow, you two cum-pigs are really having fun in here, huh?”

The girls were too busy fucking and sucking to give me a proper answer. That was okay with me. I walked behind my sister and looked at that meaty pink blossom between her legs as she serviced cock after cock.

“That pussy is really busted, Sis,” I said but what I really wanted to do was get down on my knees then kiss and lick it. She has a porn star pussy, the kind that just reminds you of a peach and you want to take a bite out of it. God really blessed her with all the right genetics.

I moved the two guys that were blocking my view so I could have a longer and uninterrupted view of it. I didn’t even think twice about interrupting them; I am, after all, “the pimp” in this arrangement.

I jabbed one finger up her delicate asshole and felt around then sniffed it. “Smells like parmesan cheese to me,” I dragged my finger across my sister’s upper lip to give her a ‘dirty sanchez.’ I didn’t actually leave a poop mustache but I LOVED the fact that she just kept sucking dick with her bright blue eyes wide open while I did it, accepting my authority.

“You want a dirty Sanchez too, don’t you, Mom?” She couldn’t answer with six inches of Mexican cock burrito being rammed down her throat. I rammed my thumb up her ass and rotated it before giving the hole back to the next Mexican guy to fuck.

I drug my thumb right under my mother’s nose and on her upper lip while she coated a guy’s dick in her spit. I loved how she didn’t stop throating him to even look up at me; it was like she expected this.

They looked totally and well fucked. A fine sheen of sweaty lather coated my mom’s body. They were both decorated with welts, bruises and hand marks all over their freshly fucked bodies and their hair was a mess – it was heaven. They seemed stuck in one position so I took the time to give them an ‘epic’ fucking position I had seen in a .gif animation once where three black guys triple-teamed a girl in a “T-bone” position. It was fucking hilarious.

Mom wiggled her ass like a puppy dog invitingly while continuing to suck on cock. I couldn’t help how hard I was at how shameless they were both being about this. I guess it would have done them no good anyway and they were both such over-achievers it was working out to my advantage!

“Master, you can send in one more.” Mom’s lips were engaged in pulling off a spent condom as soon as she asked Dad.

“Sorry, you fucked them all, whore.” Dad was just as amused as I was by this scene. “You know what that means, right?”

“Um, that you love me, Master?” Mom had as much clue as I did what it meant. I assumed it meant more fucking.

“It’s time to water the pigs, you earned it!” I wasn’t sure what Dad meant by that, but they did look like they were thirsty and tired. Jamie kept looking at the big pile of condoms that had collected with what I might have called awe that she took so many dicks.

“I am sorry Master. Are you mad about something?” Mom tried to wipe the cum around her face and eyes but only managed to smear it into her mascara.

“No, I like you just how you are, groveling and rolling around in cum,” Dad could be playful but sometimes it was hard for me to read him. His tone of voice was saying that he was disgusted by them but his words said he loved it.

“You two get in the bathroom and kneel with your butts on your heels and your backs to the wall. Hold your mouths open and wait,” Dad barked and the girls sprung into action, Jamie sprinting and Mom weeble-wobbling her bowed out legs behind.

We let the girls get into position and fist bumped before walking in. It was always good to give them a moment to prep themselves and then leisurely walk in while making them wait. It established that we set the pace.

The bathroom was disgusting and stinky. The tile floor had probably never been washed. The girls lost their cheap high heels and, other than a collar, were completely naked. They were tired and Mom was slouching as she recovered from all the fucking and sucking they had just done. I almost felt a little sorry for her.

They kept their legs apart just like their mouths so we could see their overworked but pretty pussies. Jamie had her shoulders back and her chin up ready for the next humiliation to present itself. They were both pivoting on the balls of their feet.

Dad had one of the sharpie markers we bought at J-mart. “Hold those knockers as far apart as you can,” he ordered and they both pulled their tits apart. I grinned when I saw that picture perfect Jamie was starting to get nervous. Her leg was nervously shaking back and forth.

Dad wrote ‘Urinal’ dead center between Mom’s melons with an arrow going up to her face. I smiled. This was getting interesting.

“Are you punishing us, Master?” Mom could see and feel what he was writing and she looked a little scared but kept her mouth wide open after she finished speaking like a good little slut.

“No, I think you know the purpose of a slut’s mouth by now, don’t you, Cow-Tits?” Dad came across commanding and awesome, like Darth Vader but without the black robes.

“To suck and swallow, Master.” We had taught them that in countless affirmations.

“Can I do Jamie’s chest?” I had a few ideas and I regretted that I had slipped and called her ‘Jamie.’ I was trying to sound bad-ass like Dad.

“Why would you ask me? We are partners, aren’t we? Knock yourself out, Son.” Dad slapped me on the back with pride and gave the girls a dirty look.

My Spanish isn’t so great. I think ‘Servicio de 24 horas’ means 24 hour service in any hole.

Well, I don’t know how to say ‘any hole’ but I am sort of implying it here. I am lucky to be getting a C+ in that class, okay? Don’t judge, lol.

“See, I paid attention in Spanish class,” I laughed. I was having fun. ‘aseo público’ which means public toilet right under that, that’s evil right?

I pulled out some of those old toy handcuffs we bought at the dollar store. They are metal and, aside from being fairly cheap, actually work very well. I can only imagine in the 1960s or whenever these things were sold in regular stores what kind of twisted games kids played with these damned things. If you jam the safety lever and knock it off, it’s really tough to get off. You could unlock them if you have the key or any screwdriver but Dad had shown me how to cuff the girls so they would have a tough time unlocking them with the key hole facing away from their fingers. As much as I love them holding their tits apart I made them clasp hands behind their backs and cuffed them. I didn’t want them squirming away if Dad was going to do what I thought he was going to do.

I wrote ‘un huelepedos mamacita’ on my sister’s rock hard chiseled abs and then gave it a nice hard slap turning it pink. I think it meant either a ‘Brown nosing mommy’ or a fart-smelling mommy; either way it was probably true. I am glad she was such a goody-two shoes when it came to complying with the rules. Her eagerness and positivity was finally turning me on.

I wasn’t going to forgot dear old Mom! I wrote ‘La leche’ and drew an arrow to her nipple. I guess it was to point out how milky they got.

Then I wrote ‘una huila madre’ – One whorish mother! You might think I was fairly fluent in Spanish but in reality I had spent the first six months of class in the back with a guy who actually spoke Spanish and he taught me all the really good cuss words and insults.

“How does it feel to be urinals?” Dad was pacing back and forth watching with growing excitement.

“If this will get us closer to the Internet User’s forum group for you, it feels like the right thing to do, Master.”

Wow, had Mom really just agreed to this hook, line and sinker?

I hadn’t seen the Mexican guys piling in to watch me finish writing on my mom until I felt a shot of yellow whizz go flying right past my arm and hit my sister on the face, catching her right in the eye.

I stepped out of the line of fire and let the first three Mexican guys unload on their tits, faces and stomachs and piss all over them. You know how after you finish cumming and five minutes later you have to piss for about five minutes? Well multiply that by seventeen Mexicans. That’s how much streaming piss went across their shoulders, in their hair and dripped onto the wall behind them and down to the dirty tile under their feet.

The Mexican guys seemed to think this was pretty funny and not one of them questioned why they were doing it. They were told they could and, apparently, that was more than enough motivation to drench my sister and mom in their acrid urine.

I grabbed up my cell phone to make a note to myself to journal all this later and snatch some video to show Peter later if I saw him again. He would love this shit!

“Open those mouths, urinals!” Dad was not satisfied with just covering them in piss. “Wider!” The girls deliberately opened their mouths extra wide and the piss flew on their tongues and into their mouths. Jamie squinted like lemon juice was being squirted in her eye but she took every drop the Mexican fire hoses could deliver without a complaint.

If I didn’t know better I would say Mom’s wide-open mouth was curled on the ends into a half-smile. I know she is a deeper thinker than me. I wondered what was going on in that brain of hers.

Mom took it just like I did and after the fourth or fifth guy were getting fairly used to being soaked with piss. I could even see a faint smile on my mom’s face as she held her mouth open politely to await the next man in line.

“Sis, urine so much trouble!” I made a goofy face at my sister as I teased her. I wanted to see if I could make her laugh and fall on her ass in the puddle of piss that was growing around her cute little toes. I almost got the tight ass to laugh but she remained tits out, shoulders back and mouth wide open for service but those angel blue eyes and blonde hair with that sweet face and button nose. Damn, it was so sexy to watch her be so nasty.

I couldn’t hold back any more and I unzipped when the last Mexican guy finished up. “You make a pretty good toilet rim, stay like that.” I couldn’t decide who I liked pissing on more. Mom was the quintessential MILF with an allover body tan and frosted tips while my sister was the all American girl next door. I couldn’t choose so I pissed on them both.

“Not a bad idea, son. We don’t want to be accused of not giving a piss about the girls, do we?” Dad made me laugh and started pissing back and forth between the two just like me. We made a game of hitting the bull’s-eye right on the center of their tongue but neither of us said a word about our little contest to each other; we just knew we were playing it.

“Don’t cross the streams - Ghostbuster style.” I was picturing myself in the final scene of Ghostbusters as Doctor Egon Spengler to Dad as Billy Murray’s character Doctor Venkman. I think he even got that movie reference and chuckled as we sprinkled our piss across the girls’ face and hair. I wanted to do this every time I had to take a piss; it was that much fun!

“What should we do with them now?” I was wondering about how practical it would be to clean them up every time I had to take a whiz.

“You girls hungry?” Dad smiled and I almost thought that sadistic bastard was going to make them open up and swallow his chocolate turds. He let them think that too but then he leaned in close to my mom’s open mouth with “Good Girls, open up!” he hocked a huge loogie down her throat.

I was at the same time disgusted and turned on. I literally had a disgusted boner. It was actually kind of cool, sort of like when you get horny when you see a slasher film and the hot cheerleader gets her head cut off but her tits are still out. Hey, you know you got turned on by something you shouldn’t have! Lol.

“That should taste pretty good compared to that Mexican cum you two have been gargling on for the last half hour,” Dad teased Mom while she held the white gob of spit out on her tongue for us to watch. “Oh that’s right, you dumb bitches have to be told when you can swallow. Okay leave your mouth open. I want to watch it slide down.”

There was a split second where I saw a face I had seen on my mom before this all began, one where I thought she was going to call him out, stand up and asked to be uncuffed. It was just a split second before it faded and she remained obedient and humbled. I doubt Dad noticed because he would have probably said something about it. “I am fresh out of snot, Son. Do you think you could feed your hungry sister so we can get these two cunts out on the streets?” he asked.

I replied “With Pleasure, Dad”. This was going to be fun. I spit a long wad of spit into my sister’s perfect mouth past her perfect straight teeth and onto the pink of her perfect little tongue. God damn she is perfect. So pert and perky, even after getting fucked seven ways to Sunday, that she still looks good enough to eat out.

Even if she wasn’t ‘Girl’s Gone Wild’ hot, I think the fact she barely even shuddered when I made a horking sound, put one finger against a nostril and spit a wad of my snot directly into her throat probably adds a whole new layer of my profound respect for her ability to endure this treatment.

Just for good measure, I lit off a burp into my sister’s mouth and surprisingly felt the tip of her tongue brush against my lips to return my kiss. She keeps doing things like that and I am going to have a hard time letting her stop playing sex-slave for me.

I noticed she made a sour face when the after-taste of my burp finally wafted across her taste buds, but it only made my boner harder. Seeing her struggle to keep her tongue out while my snot dripped down her tongue was like a pillless form of Viagra. If the boner lasts for longer than four hours – see a doctor. I sometimes wonder what the doctor would say. “Well, have you tried jerking off?”

“No, doc, does that take care of boners?” says the hapless idiot on Viagra who has no idea how dicks work.

Who gets to make an appointment with a doctor in four hours anyway? I can picture that idiot calling the doctor’s receptionist. “Yeah it’s an emergency. I need to see the doctor. I’ve got a really weird boner that’s lasted four hours.”

She’d look surprised and say her glasses would slide down her nose as she answers, “Well, do you think it will last for 3 weeks? Because that’s when the next appointment is….”

I was lost in my own fantasy comedy routine and didn’t even hear Dad teasing the girls about sucking our dicks.

“We are your obedient cock-suckers Master. If you want us to suck your dicks, just give the order. I’d take it out, but my hands are cuffed behind my back, Sir.” My ears perked up when I heard my mom admit this out loud like the dutiful cock-slut she now was.

“Yes you are, but you two seemed to prioritize walking the streets, so I thought I’d ask,” Dad sounded sarcastic and cruel so I knew there was something going on between them. I am no Doctor Phil but there is a part of him that loves this and a part I think that is a little jealous that his wife seems to love this.

Does that make sense?

“I will unzip it for you then, lazy bitch.” Dad whipped out his cock and shoved it in Mom’s throat as he pulled the back of her head down on it. “Do I need to use a condom like the others?”

Mom didn’t answer as he throat fucked her right in front of us but it was obvious she was willing to suck with or without one.

I asked Jamie if she was ready. She looked at me with those beautiful sparkling blue eyes of hers and opened her mouth to answer. I took the liberty of stuffing my cock down her throat before she could speak. “You better ALWAYS be ready to suck my whopper anytime, anyplace, anyway I say!” I grabbed her hair and shoved the back of her head down on my dick. I will admit she didn’t gag but she did make a satisfying ‘Hurk’ noise when her tonsils washed over the tip of my cock on the back of her throat and it was bliss.

I like to look at Jamie’s face when she sucks me off. There is something so satisfying about seeing her pump her mouth on my cock as if she has been poisoned and cum is the only antidote in the world. It must be how it feels to see a woman beating your shirt against a rock out in the stream, very primal.

If I stare too long at that slightly turned up nose and her cheerleader face I will cum right away. Since I am in no hurry to cum and want to prolong the dick sucking for as long as I can, my mind tends to wander. I think about Star Wars, World of Warcraft, homework assignments, things that won’t kill my boner, but they won’t make me spooge sooner than I want too.

I don’t know how Dad holds out for as long as I do. Maybe he is just old and that is how old guys do it. We have reached the point we can get off in front of each other but I don’t think we’ve reached the point we can talk about some of the things we think about when we do.

I want to say that I thought about what life would be like if the girls were our slaves forever. That thought crossed my mind but it lasted all of a second as I enjoyed the gentle nibbling on the tip of my dick by my handcuffed sister while I stroked her hair gently and then pulled it hard at random, teasing her with my sadism. I did have one wicked fantasy that I can’t help having. I probably shouldn’t write it down or who knows, maybe it will come true?

I think it goes back to when Mom was the boss of Dad and I. She made us cum in mason jars in front of her. She didn’t let me take my time. She stood right there with her hands on her hips and made us jack off quickly and efficiently then she took the mason jar away and left us both standing there completely embarrassed. I remember my cheeks would be flush with blood and I would be shaking a little as I stood naked in my own living room with a cord tied around my nuts.

I thought about a scenario where I was married to a beautiful woman. Maybe it was Delilah or Cathy Griffin. In my dreams I can never see her face. She is mad about something I did so she puts a dog collar around my neck when I am sleeping. When I wake up, I am outside in the yard by a bowl of dog food. She tells me, “You’ve acted like a dog. Now you are going to eat like one.” Oh gawd, about that time I spunked my entire fucking load into my sister’s mouth.

God damn it, what happened to holding out as long as I could?

I wonder why now that I hold all the cards with the girls in the house, my mind thinks fondly about the days when Dad and I were forced to exercise and pad around the house naked. I guess because it is safely fantasy and behind me now.

“Hold that mouth open so Dad can see you are a better cock sucker than Mom. You satisfied me faster!” I said which made Jamie beam a little with pride and Dad thrust his dick harder into Mom’s face to finish himself off.

He made the “O” face and I kept quiet while he spasmed. It looked like his toes were even curling up in his tennis shoes as he finished cumming into my mom’s mouth. “Slow, but good. You are a good cock sucker,” Dad panted as he pulled his flaccid dick out.

My mom held her mouth open to display Dad’s cum, and did not flinch when Dad wiped his cock off in her hair like she was a living cum rag. He just grinned evilly down at her and smiled. “You want to swallow that cum or spit into a condom for Rahjid?”

“It’s actually for his niece, but I will do whatever you say Sir.” Mom answered obediently with her tongue still out. She was getting good at talking around gags and I could understand everything she said.

“I KNOW you will do whatever I say you dumb bitch, that’s a given. What I want to know is what you would prefer to do?”

“I guess give it to his niece, Master?” Wendy answered with more of a question than a statement. I would have fucked with her some because I still remember her harping on how I did that when she was in charge of the house. However, I had just cum and didn’t really care one way or the other since I was still high on my own orgasm.

Dad let the two of them spit into a condom that he had opened.

They were still covered with cum, sweat and piss. “You sluts stink! Get your asses outside, now!” he ordered.

“But we are naked, Sir?” Jamie indicated the handcuffs behind her back.

“Really? I hadn’t noticed, you fucking skank. Do you think anyone outside hasn’t seen your giant ass and little tits flopping around the parking lot by now?” Dad amped up his rage but I knew it was all for show to establish he was the boss.

They simultaneously got up off their knees somewhat awkwardly, due to their hands still cuffed behind them, and scurried outside the cabana. I could see them both look around as I held the screen door open with a big grin on my face. The sun had already begun to set and it was getting dark. The neon lights of the motel had yet to buzz and flicker on, but there was enough visibility someone might have seen them had they been looking.

I hustled them around the back of the cabana with Dad shouting, “Hup One Two, Hup Three Four, Hup One Two” and they high stepped their asses diligently behind the cabana.

“I am going to go grab a bite to eat. You don’t mind washing up these bitches?” Dad asked me.

“Nah, grab me something to eat too though?” I replied with a delighted smirk.

“Girls, don’t just stand there. Thank your Trainer for cleaning you off.”

“Thank you Sir!” they both answered with uncanny synchronicity.

I answered by using my thumb to force out a spray from the garden hose I had already turned on and sprayed them all over their bodies. I joked a “Hose for Ho’s” and Dad laughed and nodded as he walked to his truck.

I had to uncuff them in order for them to raise their arms up so I could spray them front and back. I noticed some black kids off to the side giggling and commenting but I just sprayed the hose playfully in their direction and heard the girl in the bunch shriek, “He so nasty!!” as they evaporated back into the darkness.

It was relatively private back behind the cabanas. There was a row of even worse looking cabanas that it was obvious people lived in. They didn’t have the glossy but cheap paint job over the cracked wood of the units out in front that were for short term rental and fucking.

When I was satisfied I had gotten all the piss and cum off, I ordered them into position two; bent over, holding their ass cheeks apart. I couldn’t resist having a little fun at Mom’s expense. That’s just the way I roll, I guess. I suddenly shoved the end of the hose into her turd-cutter and held it there. Naturally, she gasped, and took a step forward.

“Back in position, cunt, or I will leave this up your shithole until it comes spraying out your mouth!” I growled. She quickly resumed her original position. By now, the water had filled her up pretty good and was starting to leak out around the hose. I pulled it out of her ass and figured I might as well get both holes cleaned out. I shoved it up her cunt and got another gasp out of her. She fell forward and landed on her hands and knees.

I knew I had to maintain discipline so I gave her a hard smack on her well rounded ass. “Did I give you permission to break position, cunt?” I asked.

“No sir, sorry, sir, it’s just that I wasn’t expecting…” “YOUR JOB IS TO OBEY, PURE AND SIMPLE, NOT TO ANTICIPATE! DO - I - MAKE - MYSELF - CLEAR?” I shouted at her, smacking her ass at each word for punctuation.

“Yes, Master,” she replied.

“You will resume position two and hold that water in your ass until further notice. Is that clear, slut?”

“Yes, Master,” she said as she hurriedly got back in position.

Then I looked at Jamie, who had been trying to maintain position two, but kept glancing over at her slut mother when she thought I wasn’t looking . “Do you have something to say, slut?” I asked. This was all for show and I wondered how much they thought I was really angry and how much they knew this was the game we had all agreed to play, master and slave.

“No sir, I was just waiting my turn,” she answered. If she thought it was a game and I wasn’t serious, she was doing a good job of not letting me know.

I let her stew like that for a few minutes in anticipation of her garden hose enema. Meanwhile, I looked around at the garbage and junk that invariably ends up behind shitty little motels like this. I spotted an old length of garden hose that was broken at the ends and was about 10 feet long.

Suddenly, I had a great idea! I grabbed the broken hose and took out my pocketknife and cut each end off square, ending up with a finished length of about 5 feet long.

“Down on all fours, cunt” I ordered Jamie. I moved Cow-Tits around until she was standing behind Jamie’s feet, facing away from her, still in position two. “We’re gonna go green tonight!” I said. “We’re not gonna waste good water on two sluts when we can recycle!”

I am not political at all. I couldn’t really give two shits about any of that but I know Mom and Jamie are ‘save the earth’ types and I thought it would be fun to have a little joke about that. Jamie grunted as I shoved one end of the hose up inside her asshole. Once it was in far enough to stay in place, I took the other end and shoved it up Cow-Tit’s ass. I could tell from the sound that the water was travelling down the hose and into Ass-Face’s ass. Once the water flow tapered off and stopped, I had them change positions, Mom on all fours and Jamie in position two. Once again, I could hear the water enema flowing as it went into Cow-Tit’s ass.

After a few repeats, it started to bore me. I am sure it was awful for the two of them as they pictured the brown chocolate milk flowing from one puckered asshole into the other, if that is what my little science experiment was managing to do or not.

I had them both squat in the grass for a minute before simultaneously yanking the hose out of both their assholes. Most of the water had drained into the 5-foot hose so very little came out of their asses, unfortunately. It would have been cool to see a double blowout of their turd water as it exploded into the yard. I felt like Dexter and my sister was Dee-Dee in one of my grand experiments.

I laughed and exclaimed, “Well that was fairly disappointing,” at the anti-climatic way a few squirts dripped out of their asses. I was shocked to see the apologetic look on both of their faces as if they had let me down and knew what my tone sounded disappointed.

They had both dried off pretty much but I decided I wanted to have a little fun with my sister. So I ordered Cow-Tits to the squat position, ass a few inches off her heels, hands cupping her tits. I knew she would stay like that until I ordered otherwise no matter what happened. It was such a good feeling to be the king.

I had to snap a little video to share with my buddy Peter. I had a feeling he would have enjoyed all of this twisted shit; I certainly was.

“Okay, squat down and waddle your ass over to me like a duck, Ass Face! Keep your hands behind your back,” I ordered my sister and she did as she was told.

“If you make me cum before Dad gets back, there could be a burger in your future…” I said, providing a little motivation. “Of course, if you fail due to your laziness, we could always get the jumper cables out of Dad’s truck and hook up your nips to the battery and see if we can give you a jump start,” I threatened. She visibly shivered at that suggestion, knowing that I’d be crazy enough to try it.

How much of that was the game and how much was serious? I smiled because even I didn’t know. I know, I just blew my wad in Ass-Face’s mouth about a half-hour ago but what can I say? I’m a horny teenager!

“Sir, could you please take your cock out as my hands have to remain behind me?” My little cum-slut asked in her sweet and innocent manner, making my boner pop harder without even touching it.

“Yes they do, because you are my little bitch, aren’t you?” I asked her.

“Yes Master, I am.” My sister sighed a little. There was acceptance in the sigh but at the same time there was the subtle hint of exasperation. It was music to my ears. That is how I like my women.

“Why should I do all the work? Isn’t that what slaves are for?” I teased. “Your time is getting shorter, I would get moving if I were you,” I said pointing to my zipped crotch for her to open.

My sister has developed amazing tongue control in the last few weeks but even she could not work the button fly on my jeans.

“I’m sorry Master, but I can’t get your jeans open!” I figured that she wouldn’t be able to; I just enjoyed seeing her try.

“OK, you lazy cunt, I’ll help with the button, but the zipper’s all yours!” I told her. After I undid the button, Jamie dove for the zipper handle and grabbed it with her teeth. It took a couple of tries but she finally managed to drag the zipper down.

By this time, my cock was back to full throbbing oversized boner. I watched my sister desperately trying to get to at it like a Zombie trying to get brains. Well maybe more like when we were little and she used to play operation and try to get the funny bone out without setting off the buzzer. I had to laugh out loud at the thought of ‘funny bone.’ What exactly was that supposed to be if not the dong? Lol.

She had managed to get the zipper and was tugging at the underwear to reveal my dick to her. At this point, I grudgingly helped her by pulling them down far enough to let my cock spring free and out the zipper hole while my mom watched us in the dark alleyway.

“Keep watching Cow tits. This is how to suck a dick” I sniffed at her with a laugh.

Jamie plunged down onto my cock with enthusiasm; whether she was driven by the prospect of a “real” meal, or the threat of punishment, I wasn’t sure, and didn’t really care. I just stood there and closed my eyes, enjoying her frantic efforts. She ran her sweet tongue along the underside of my cock, making me groan.

“Them girls is nasty” I heard that little black girl say from somewhere behind me. I wanted to yell ‘Get the fuck out of here’ but the other two kids with her where obviously giggling and would have just scurried back once I scared them off.

I don’t know where I went while I got my dick sucked the second time. I could have recalled exactly the wicked scenario from the first time but the second was more like a streaming random collection of horny images and thoughts that defy any sort of coherent explanation until I blew my load.

I kept my hands off Jamie’s head and made her do all the work this time and she did a great job. I kept her on my bone until she finished getting every last drop before I told her to stop. My eyes flickered open to see Dad standing there holding a bag of fast food with a smile in the darkness.

“Enjoying the show?” I asked and he laughed.

“Yeah, but I thought by now you’d have them cleaned up and ready to start whoring. How did these two convince you to let them lollygag back here?” He was joking. He knew exactly what had happened. I hadn’t realized it had taken so long for me to cum the second time that he could get to a drive through and back.

I ordered her to stay put and took a cheeseburger from the bag. I carefully unwrapped it then walked behind Mom and opened the bun so that I could wipe the warm part of that yellow cheese up her ass crack. “A little condom mint for you,” I smiled as I slammed the bun back on the burger and walked over to my sister.

My sister did not flinch. She remained in position on her knees in the dirt with her tongue out. I opened the bun again and told her to drizzle a little ‘special sauce’ and thought about taking a bite myself just for a laugh. I thought better of it as I held it out for her to see.

“Permission to eat, sir?” Jamie asked as sweetly as possible, trying not to show any disappointment or maybe that is just how she is wired. I can never tell but she is difficult to gross out, that is for sure.

“Permission granted, slut!” I answered. She opened her mouth to take a delicate bite while I held it in front of her like a prize.

I was not having any of her polite, perfect little chews. I shoved as much of it in her mouth as I could.

“We have to hurry and I’ve seen you swallow dicks bigger than this cheeseburger in one swallow,” I laughed as she choked on the food as it mushed around her pretty face.

With her mouth still full, she knew she was being gagged with the sandwich so she just let it happen with a murmur.

“I guess Ass-Face isn’t that hungry after all,” I remarked. “Cow-tits, you may lick the rest of her face.” I laughed as I ordered my mom over to Jamie.

“And eat whatever falls on the ground, don’t forget. We can’t waste good food on whores like you often.” Dad was laughing too.

It was going to be a damned good night.