Title: Friends Until The End Keywords: mF, fF, FF, cheat, group, mat, teen, inc, brother, sister, mom, son, daughter, anal, nc, mdom, mc, humil, bond, mf, ff, spank, voy Author: Caesar Summary: When his friend discovers mind-control powers, what is a guy to do? There was a young tenor named Springer, Got his testicles caught in a wringer. He hollered in pain, As they rolled down the drain, "There goes my career as a singer!" Friends Until The End by Caesar, copyright 2007 $Revision: 1.8 $ $Date: 2007-12-26 05:42:11 $ I had the impression that Gerald had been avoiding me these last three weeks. At the same time I had also been hearing things that made me think something was strangely different, if not wrong. It just was not like him to ignore me like this - not returning my calls, even skipping out on school. At one point I was worried that something terrible had happened, perhaps Gerald had an accident - but his mother had assured me over the phone that everything was fine, just great she had said with a little extra enthusiasm in her voice than I was used too, and that her son was busy is all. It sounded strangely contrived, his mother odd - in retrospect. When the rumour mill around school finally came my way and I heard that Gerald was dating the hottest girl in school, Christine, I knew there was something terribly wrong. The fact that I had been excluded from his life these last weeks, becoming an instant outsider to these rumours for example, hurt. Only when I was exiting a burger joint at the mall and happened upon Gerald who stood face to face with a senior, the football team captain. The guy's name was Jamie and he was at least a head taller and half as much wider than Gerald - but my friend stood glaring in anger up at the larger older teenager as if fearless. Not the Gerald I remember! Several things registered in that moment - Christine looking frightened behind Gerald, looking as gorgeous as ever, three of Jamie's friends stood behind him. The crowd was parting, already scenting trouble about to explode. I rushed up to the scene, perpendicular to my good friend, and gasped out, "Don't do this Jamie?" A useless gesture to be sure, Jamie could pound the two of us just as easily as one. Gerald did something totally out of character, his face softened into a smile as if what I had said was a big joke, turned to me and spoke confidently, "Don't worry Liam, its all under control." I knew then something was terribly wrong. Thinking back to that moment, I knew this was the true turning point in my life. At that second I heard Jamie gasp in surprise, all eyes turning to look at his face and then following his eyes to his lap. There, rapidly spreading, was a dark circle dampening his jeans - obviously urine. My god, the football captain just fucking peed himself! Gerald spoke, again confidently, "I didn't realize I was that scary Jamie?" Then Christine started to giggle, trying to suppress it as eyes moved from that wet crotch to the pretty girl. It was enough to break the tension. Jamie did the wise move, turned and rushed from our sight. His three buddies looking at each other confused and embarrassed, eventually followed. I turned to Gerald, about to tell him how lucky he was when he calmly spoke, "I told you I had it covered." -*- Christine dropped us off in front of Gerald's place and I watched still a little shocked as my buddy passionately kissed the best looking girl in our school. She moaned and kissed him back. This was for fucking real! She drove off leaving us on the sidewalk. Gerald followed the expensive car until it was out of sight and added, "She isn't as great a fuck as she looks Liam." You could have knocked me over with a feather. Christine was the hottest girl in our school for many reasons - looks of course, the big tits helped, and she was dating Jamie the hottest guy in school until a few days ago, was seventeen and a senior and had a father that was filthy rich. Up until this moment I would have assumed that Gerald was still the virgin that I have always known him as - it was our one re-occurring conversation, girls and sex - or the lack thereof. It was also one of those things that drew us together as friends - the two nerds that would probably have to buy a hooker to loose our virginity as no sane girl would give it to us willingly. Gerald turned and started towards his house, me rushing to follow. "What the hell is going on Gerald?" My best friend turned his head to smile at me over his shoulder but didn't say anything as he fished out his keys. The door opens and he shouts out, "I'm home!" I follow him into his house and watch as he closes the door behind me, carefully locking it securely. Gerald's mom comes walking around the corner with a pleased smile on her face. She is wearing, as far as I can see, nothing but her cooking apron and her glasses - which, from the front hid much of everything but suggests anything. Like her son she was short and had bad eyes, unlike him, she was well rounded, chubby but may have been considered cute back when she was our age. Gerald smiled at his mom, "Liam will be staying with us for supper mom - is there enough?" Theresa, his mother, turned her pleasant smile towards me and nodded. "Of course honey. Hello Liam, how are you?" The casual nature of our conversation was alien enough to startle me - since she was effectively naked before her son and I. Gerald interrupted before I could phantom an answer, "Go back to the kitchen mom and leave us alone until supper is ready. Where is Sara?" "She is at her friends house. She said you gave her a task to do?" Theresa looked questioningly at her son, making sure her thirteen year old daughter wasn't doing anything wrong. I remember Gerald's mom as the harsh disciplinarian, rarely smiled and always found fault in everything. This simply could not be the same woman standing before me! Gerald grinned widely, "She is. Now go mom." It was, very oddly, a command rather than a request. Theresa took it with a parting smile, turning so that her nude backside was exposed as she strode from the foyer. I just stood mute, my mouth open in shock - the image of that round soft ass moving as Gerald's mother Theresa strode back to the kitchen burned into my consciousness. It was my buddies chuckle that brought me back, "Wild huh?" I followed him downstairs to the family room - where the video games were set up. He plugged in one of our favourite multi-player first-person shooter game and turned it on. Neither of us reached for a controller. There were things to be said. "What the fuck is going on Gerald?" Another chuckle, he holding his hand up as if to calm me - had I been talking loudly? "Just relax - I'll share." Share? I shook my head as if that would clear out the cobwebs of confusion. It hadn't. "Remember how I've been researching that ancient text online?" A nod, Gerald was always into some odd project or another. "The one from ancient Egypt? Well I cracked the code." He wasn't making any sense. "The 'code'?" What had this to do with the strange things going on this last hour? His turn to nod, "To control minds." From his look, he was waiting for me to break out laughing. I didn't. Not after seeing the incredible scenes in the last hour. "Christine?" A nod. "Jamie?" A chuckle. "Even your mom?" A mischievous smile, his eyes looking at me carefully. "More as well." Upstairs a door opened and quick footsteps echoed through the floor, it had to be Gerald's younger sister Sara returning home. "Even Sara?" His smile was dangerous now - so foreign from the guy I had known most of my life. "Oh yes - she was my first." "You've had sex with her?" Saying this even felt odd. A smug grin, "Numerous times - she has lots of energy!" He barked out laughing but stopped when I didn't join in. "What about your dad?" The grin disappeared and Gerald shrugged, "He is happy. I got him a pretty thing from the office to shack up with. He and mom weren't doing 'it' anyways." It was the first spark of an emotion that I would classify as guilt. Obviously my friend was having sex with his mother as well. This was all too incredible to believe if I hadn't seen that bare ass walking away from me. Could all this be true? My heart was thumping so quickly it was difficult to think. "I'm sorry I didn't call you earlier - but I wasn't sure how you would react?" React to the news that your best buddy was some kind of freak that could control peoples minds - have sex with his own mother and sister let alone the hottest girl in school? How should I react? "And things have been a little crazy I'll admit. I've been busy." He leaned in and whispered as if sharing a conspiracy, "And sex is much better than we ever imagined Liam. I can't get enough of it!" "Gerald honey? Liam? Supper time boys." He was out of his seat and rushing upstairs before I even translated his mother's call through the fog that was my brain. I follow my buddy to the dining room to find Theresa still wearing only her white kitchen apron and her stylish glasses placing a bowl of steaming carrots on the table. She turned and smiled at me as I entered and I felt my face flush with shame - had she caught me looking at her bare bottom? Was Gerald really having sex with his own mom - this woman? My buddy was already seated at the head of the table, the place that had always been reserved for his father, on his right sat his thirteen year-old sister Sara, naked and starring anxiously at her big brother. Since she was seated across the table, all I really could see was her thin frame and her small, almost, non-existent breasts topped with tiny brown nipples. Theresa held out a chair for me, at the opposite end of the table from her son. I sat, feeling like my heart was about to explode out of my rib cage from pressure. Theresa was about to sit when Gerald calmly commanded, "Lose the apron mom - you know the rules." His mom smiled sweetly even as her hands went to the bow tied at the small of her back. "You are right honey, I am so sorry." The apron was lifted over her head and then left over the back of her chair. She stood for a couple seconds for the three sets of eyes that openly admired her before seating herself across from her daughter. In that short time I devoured the sight of her - my first fully naked woman - big hanging breasts with wide nipples, slim waist with flaring hips, stretch marks about her lower rounded stomach, a thick brown bush between her legs. The only thing she wore was her thick glasses. Gerald was watching me watch his mother, smiling oddly, and waited until she was seated. "She has been the best fuck so far Liam. Odd isn't it that Christine who is the best looking girl at school is almost a dead fish in comparison?" I quickly stole a look at the two ladies to see if they minded Gerald speaking about this before them. Theresa in particular I studied, she did not even seem to hear her son, spooning out her food before returning the food back onto the table. He turned his head to look at his sister, almost fondly, "Sara now, she fucks like she can't get enough - always acting like its Christmas morning. She is definitely the tightest of the girls I've banged so far as well." My eyes turned to Sara to see her looking proudly at her older brother with something akin to adoration and love, her nipples now puffing out from her small breasts. To me, Sara was always a pest - arguing with her brother and calling us 'nerd' and 'dork' - even at her young age she recognized that we were loosers. Gerald took a mouthful of mashed potatoes and swallowed before turning to his sister again, "How did it go with Angel?" He looked at me momentarily and explained, "Sara's best friend." Sara was bubbling with excitement, bouncing in her chair expectantly. "Oh Gerald - it went better than we had hopped. She was really nervous at first but after we kissed for a while she allowed me to go down on her and then she just went wild!" She bounced on her chair clapping her hands happily. I look at the rest of her family to see them smiling almost proudly, happy at the news the youngest girl had brought to the dinner table. In a while, after listening to Gerald ask about the most intimate details of a girl I probably had never met but had evidently had ordered his sister to seduce, Theresa stood up to start to clean the table. Gerald told his sister to go upstairs and study, she pouting as she strode dejected out of the dinning room. That left Gerald and I alone. "Well, what do you think?" He was grinning ear to ear and I knew there was only one answer. "I'm a little stunned Gerald - but all I can say is 'holy fuck'!" Gerald broke out laughing. "I was nervous about how you would take it - with mom, Sara and all?" A shiver ran up my spin when I realized that he could have controlled me if my answer had been different - making me do anything he wanted me too, perhaps humiliate me in public as he had done to Jamie. I realized suddenly that I didn't want to be out of control, to have someone else pick the direction of my life, of every action in my day. That meant, no matter what, I had to play along - had to ensure Gerald continued to think of me as his closest friend and confidant. I laughed as well. "So only the three - with Angel in the wings?" Gerald smiled proudly, "Three more. Nothing regular - but some nice cunt for when I'm in the mood." He was creating a fucking harem! His fingers rose one at a time as he told me their names - our middle-aged strict English teacher, a girl our age that lived next door and her mother. "Wow Gerald - I'm, like, fucking jealous buddy!" I really wasn't, I was nearly sickened - this was never how our fantasies were ever voiced. They were about kissing the girls closer to our age, closer to our peer group - about how it was supposed to work, sex I mean. He grinned, "No need to get jealous Liam - I fully intend to share with my best friend!" Laughing with pleasure he came around to stand before me, sticking out his hand to shake - mirroring his grin, his laughter, I shook his hand firmly. -*- "So who is going to be your first Liam?" My mind was cloudy with wild emotions, with excitement and lust. Upon the marble table before us lay Sara on her back, naked, her hand aggressively moving up and down her tiny hairless sex, it looking wet and very pink. Gerald had suggested the show after we had left the dinning room - and his younger sister had been all for it, laughing with pleasure to perform before us. Conveniently forgetting her homework. To push for more time to answer I brought the beer bottle up to my lips for another gulp. Gerald, next to me, did the same. Across from us, watching her daughter closely, Theresa sipped at her wine. "I will need some time to think about it Gerald." I felt my buddy nodding next to me as he too watched his sister's tiny lolita thin body work itself into a sweat. She was so thin, you could see every muscle in her body tense as she worked at bringing herself closer to orgasm. The orgasm that her brother had ordered, but had told her not to achieve without his permission. "It happened almost accidentally for me Liam." Another draw of beer. "I was practising with my new power - having mom and Sara wear revealing clothing around the house - when I caught Sara playing with herself in her room one night. I had her come into my bedroom and we had sex. It was my first." What had he been doing in her room anyways at night? "I stayed home from school next morning and after dad and Sara left, I fucked mom." My eyes moved back up to the voluptuous woman looking anxiously at her masturbating daughter, saw how her wide nipples were now tight and wrinkled, her knees clenching together periodically. "They were so different and I was insatiable." Silence, except for the pants from the teenage lolita playing with herself before us - the movement of her sweaty body upon the smooth marble, the sounds of her wet sex being manipulated, invaded, fondled. "How did it start with Christine?" Gerald laughed for a few seconds. "That was different. I wanted something legit, you know what I mean?" I did - you can't go make out with your sister or mom at the movies like you could your girlfriend. "But I also wanted the best - Christine was the obvious choice." My turn to nod, she was by far the hottest chick in school. "You said she was not a good... in bed Gerald?" A deep sigh, "Strange isn't it? A body to kill for, every guy in school gets hard when she walks by but when we fuck she just lays there. I thought she was scared or something our first time but soon realized she just didn't have a clue what to do. Mom is the complete opposite - she is by far the best fuck I've had." I looked from mother to daughter, and then back. There was something to be said for the full breasts, round hips and jutting ass. It still seemed strange to me that Theresa was better in bed than the best looking girl in school. Christine. I will have to take Gerald's word for it though. "Christine almost turned me off young cunt." A sip of his beer, his eyes locked on that place between his sisters thin muscular thighs. "Almost!" Laughing. "Jane next door is the same, a great body, fun to fuck but her mom was a better lay by far." Sara looked half mad with lust - her body quivering uncontrollably, her muscles flexing and tensing wildly, her sex making the most amazingly delicious sounds. Gerald and I sat quietly and watched the show for another moment or two. "We could make a trade Liam?" "'Trade'?" Gerald nodded to his sister, "My sister for yours?" A cold hand clenched my heard tightly but I tried to make light of the question, "Which one - I have two?" One older and the other younger. Gerald looked at me seriously and said, "Both of course." My mind was screaming for me to jump up and run out of there. This was evil, it was wrong in so many ways. An image of my older sister laying as Sara was now, performing so lewdly. My shock must not have been totally concealed, "Don't look so surprised Liam. How many times did we drool over Amy these last few years?" To my embarrassment it was true. We had watched my gorgeous sister from afar many a time - talking about her perfect tight ass, her small firm tits, that way she seemed to draw every males eyes. Yet, it had all been unreal at the time - it could never be true, a fantasy only. We were just two guys talking trash in private right? I mean we discussed the sexual qualifications about every woman we knew - and I mean every one - my elder sister was no exception. Gerald had admitted to me that he was spying on his mom a couple years ago - sniffing her panties, watching her through the keyhole as she showered - that sort of thing. He wanted me to be a part of this conspiracy - suggested I do the same - I told him I was, but in reality I didn't have the nerve. Our mothers, at least to me, were not sexual conquests so much as available bodies to look upon. We were horny virgin teenage boys, anything with tits and an ass turned our heads! "Or even better, we could trade moms?" I looked to see the anxious smirk on Gerald's face. I felt like punching him but took a deep breath to calm my sudden anger instead. He had the power to ruin me, to humiliate me beyond anything any bully had dared to do. And what about my family, my mom and sisters - they will never be the same from his warped desires. "If there was any regret, it was that I fucked Sara before mom. Take my word for it Liam, mature cunt is the best." He tilted his head back and drained his beer. What the fuck have I gotten myself into? Theresa stood up upon shaky legs and left the room without a word. Gerald laughed and nodded to the place his mother had sat naked - the wet spot which could only be one thing! My god, do girls get that wet? "Mom gets wet in a stiff breeze." That one statement seemed to be enough for Gerald but it was a shocking statement to me. She returned and handed her son a new bottle of beer, opened of course. He gave her a long look before ordering, "Go to my room mom - I'll be up in a few minutes okay?" It really wasn't a question. Theresa shivered visibly and gave her son a wide pleased smile, then turned to me politely, "Thank you for coming by Liam. Say hello to your mother for me?" She then turned on her bare feet and rushed from the room, giggling anxiously, her mature body bouncing lewdly with each step. Obviously excited that her son would be soon having sex with her. Gerald wasn't even watching her voluptuous body bounce from the room as I was, instead he was looking at his sister. A long pull from his beer before he quietly said, "You can come now Sara." It was like a light had been turned on - flashing brightly before us, so that our eyes hurt. Sara just exploded before my very eyes, her back completely arching off the smooth sweet-slippery marble beneath her - her muscles clenching impossibly in her thin lolita body, head back, eyes clamped shut tightly. But it was the sound, screeching scream of pleasure that hurt my ears - the wet sounds squishing from her sex, her fingers submerged, more working at her erect pink clitoris. Gerald and I watched this all in silence, until his sister was left exhausted and twitching before us. He suddenly stood, "Think about my offer Liam - your mom will be a great fuck and your two sisters going down on each other just gets me hot thinking about it." I saw my buddies penis thrusting against his jeans painfully and stood as well - knowing I was being dismissed. He lead me to his front door, clasping me overly-friendly about the shoulder, "From now on buddy, its cunt cunt and more cunt! Life is different when you look at any woman and know you can fuck her." I was left outside his home, the darkness hiding my own throbbing hardness in my jeans, his parting statement echoing in my head. -*- Saturday -*- The next morning I moved about our home as if in a dream - my eyes moving and watching, my mind still recalling the shocking things I had experienced and learnt the day before. Amy moved about the kitchen in her jogging tights and my eyes were locked to her tight firm perfect nineteen year-old ass. Then I mentally removed Lisa's bulky clothing and imagined her naked, her early adolescence giving her twelve year-old body just starting to flower. It was mom that drew most of my attention - the best sex Gerald had described his own mother. It would be impossible to consider as reality if that visit had not happened! Amy disappeared for her jog - Lisa leaving to go to a friends for the day. That left mom, who disappeared to shower for her day shopping. I had to pick someone or else Gerald would. There was that girl in my Math class - braces but with nice hair. Or the girl in school, a junior, that played in most of the school plays - a bit thin but had a pretty smile. Then my mind unconsciously thought about dad's secretary, an older woman that always wore short skirts and had great legs - who never failed to smile when I came in. And what about our church pastor's wife - softly padded but with huge breasts that had never failed to draw my eye. I could have any woman I wanted - any of those girls were mine but for the request to Gerald. God what it must be like to be him - to have this totally control, the power to do anything you wanted? I had to shake my head to clear these thoughts from my mind - down that path was nothing but evil incarnate. Why had he chosen his mother and sister over all the women we had discussed these many years since puberty hit us like a thunderbolt? His mother had been the strict one of his parents, stern and always frowning. His sister and he were always fighting, bickering constantly - which may be part of the reason that Theresa frowned. So did he choose them over all the other woman because of some type of revenge? Mom came down from her shower wearing loose pants and a light blouse, looking for her purse and car keys. My eyes followed her and I wondered if she missed dad, they being divorced these last five years. Did she miss being with him, as a man - she never dated that I knew about. Maybe Gerald was wrong about my mom - she probably doesn't need or even like sex I thought coldly. She disappeared towards the door leading to the garage when I heard her say, "Oh Gerald! You startled me." "Sorry. Going out?" Just the sound of his voice caused a nervous reaction within me and I stood from my place at the breakfast table. "Yes and I'm already late." My heart was beginning to thump loudly in my chest as the silence was deafening. Then Gerald strode into the kitchen with my mom following, a blank look on her face. Oh my god! Its happening! He smiled at me and pointed over his shoulder with his thumb at my mom, "Thinking about what we talked about last night buddy?" He sat himself across from where I was standing before I too joined him at the table, leaving mother standing still before us, her eyes looking blankly at the wall beyond the table. Calm yourself, else this may become ugly! "I have been giving it a lot of thought." I willed myself not to look at my zombie-like mother, else he may do something that we all may regret. Gerald smiled and nodded, as if understanding the dilemma he had put me in. Then he turned his eyes back to my mother and asked as casually as you please, "Are you going to wear that Emily?" It was weird hearing my moms first name spoken so casually. "Yes, I was." "Liam always thought you had nice legs - go change into a skirt, something above the knees - and be quick about it!" Mom rushed out of our kitchen and down the hall to her room, we heard her panicked movements. I had to say something - stop whatever was about to happen - but my mouth was dry. It felt like I was rolling down a steep hill, gaining speed and unable to stop myself. She came back in record time wearing a dark woollen work skirt and tan hose - returning to the same spot to stand silently. Gerald was ignoring me, "Better Emily. No more pants okay - only skirts when going out of the house?" "Okay Gerald." "Are those pantyhose or stockings Emily?" "I don't own any stockings Gerald." "This is the last time you wear pantyhose okay Emily? Only thigh high stockings or nothing. You want Liam to be proud of his mother don't you?" Mother nodded anxiously, almost looking nervous that I would love her any less because she did not have stockings on rather than pantyhose. "Oh, I want nothing else than to make Liam happy." My head was spinning and I felt oddly sick and excited at the same time. "And loosen a couple buttons Emily, show Liam some cleavage while you are at it. If you must wear bra's around your son at least let him enjoy what beautiful breasts you have okay?" Mom's hands rushed to losen two buttons of her blouse, pressing her lapel to the side to reveal the valley of her upper chest. "Of course Gerald - it won't happen again. I am sorry Liam." There stood my mother, nearly instantly looking like a different woman - short skirt, cleavage - these things that were shown conservatively in the past, as rarely as possible. "You like making your son Liam happy don't you Emily?" Mom smiled widely, "Very much so Gerald. I love him with all my heart." "There is nothing better than a mother who knows how to treat her son Emily. I bet just being near him makes you excited - is your cunt getting wet Emily?" The conversation took a definite curve at the use of that coarse word and I shifted nervously in my chair. I leaned forward to protest but Gerald put a hand up between us stalling me but it was my fear of him that really silenced me. I watched as my mother was controlled and humiliated before my very eyes and I was as defenceless as she. Mom was frowning, thinking to herself. "Making him happy makes you wet Emily - I know it does. If he ever wants to do more than look at you, there isn't nothing you would not do for him is there?" Why was my penis so hard? I should be punching and kicking this pervert from my home! In a tiny whisper mom admitted, "I would do whatever it took to make him happy." As she said it, she spoke with determination - as if trying to convince not only us but herself. Gerald was smirking triumphantly, challenging me with his eyes, "Just imagine Emily - the best sex of your life, better than your wildest fantasies. Do you know who I'm talking about Emily?" In another small voice, "My son Liam?" "Good girl." Mom blushed and stole small glances at me. I was shocked to see her nipples had hardened beneath her blouse. I knew without a doubt my mother was sexually excited - it was a weird feeling, especially since it was because of me. "Where did you plan on going shopping Emily?" Mom swallowed thickly but looked relieved to change the topic. "I needed clothes for work and then a little grocery shopping." Gerald nodded, thinking for only a few seconds, "Don't forget above-the-knee skirts and thigh-high stockings right Emily?" Again she stole a look at me, nodding affirmatively all the while. I could not help but shift in my chair - my hard penis hurting in my jeans. "You can go now Emily - just remember to think about what your son would like when you buy something." Another nod, another stolen look, this time accompanied by a small private smile for me. Mom turned to leave when Gerald prolonged this torture by stopping her again, "Oh, Emily?" Mom stopped and turned silently, smiling pleasant and polite. "When was the last time you had sex?" "Its about three years ago now." For teenagers, three years seemed impossibly long. Something else, my dad and mom have been divorced for five years - who was this guy mom had sex with anyways? "You must masturbate frequently?" Mom blushed again and nodded. This was just too much - now I'm hearing my mother admit to masturbating! Sure I knew girls did 'it', but faced with mother's admission that she did 'it' as well was a little overwhelming. Gerald waved his hand in dismissal and mom turned and strode back to the garage doorway to leave the house. I was glaring at my buddy and he just shrugged, "You don't have to do anything if you don't want too Liam. But the choice is now there - you can thank me later." I felt like hitting him, is how I felt. At that inopportune moment my older sister Amy returned from her run - she came into the kitchen all hot and sweaty. As she does after her exercise, Amy made a smoothie for her breakfast while effectively ignoring us 'dweebs'. "Why are you always a bitch to us Amy?" I froze even as my older sister spun and glared at Gerald, her mouth began to open and then her eyes just glazed over and her hands dropped to her sides to stand silently. It was starting again. "How is university Amy?" "College. Its going fine." "Fucking anybody?" "Not that it is any of your business, but yes." Even in her half trance, my sister could not keep her bitchy attitude at bay. For some reason I as anxious to hear more - she always had a different pretty boy over at our house every week. I have always hated them - hating her smug selfish attitude. Perhaps it was why it had been so easy to talk trash about her with Gerald all these years. "Hot girl like you must be busy?" Amy shrugged, "I fuck who I want and when." "Even girls?" Another shrug, "When I want." Selfish bitch I cursed at her silently. But the knowledge that my sister was a loose slut was just too juicy a topic for Gerald to ignore. "Who is your favourite right now?" "My English Literature teacher, Mr. Jones." "A teacher Amy... is he married?" "Yes." "In his thirties?" "Forty six years old." Seems that Gerald was not the only guy that likes his partners older - I was intrigued. "Lucky guy. Ever been with more than one guy at a time Amy?" "Yes." My heart was again thumping, my penis aching in my pants. My sister was a trashy slut, so little did I know! "I bet you even like anal?" "Sometimes, yes." Gerald turned and winked at me - my sister's perfect ass has always been the favourite part of her body for both of us. The admission that my sister enjoyed anal sex just left me dizzy. "What do you think of your brother Liam?" She shrugged as if she could care less, my anger rose as it normally does when she acted like this towards me, "He's just a geeky nerd." "Ever think about having sex with him?" "Of course not!" She sounded disgusted and I wondered if Gerald's power could not work fully on her. He was just smiling though and so I knew the game was not yet over. "Things are going to change around here Amy. Nerds are taking over the world while the jocks become shoe salesmen." It was our oft recited line - telling ourselves that things will get better for us. "Hot girl like you should do the smart thing - become close to your brother." She made a distasteful face and looked at me for a few lengthy seconds. "Close how?" "Oh, I don't know... if Liam wanted to fuck you in the ass, for example, you wouldn't see any problem with that." She turned back to Gerald, "No, I suppose I wouldn't." I coughed violently in response - my god! "You are in control right? You are the older sister - smart, beautiful. If he wanted to have sex with you, it would be because you seduced him into it and that turns you on right Amy?" She swallowed loudly, "I like having the power." "I know you do. I bet your excited right now thinking about seducing your brother aren't you? Just think about it Amy - any act your nerd brother wanted to do would be because you have that power. And if you enjoy it as well... so what right?" She was nodding, smiling mischievously. My sister had a long thin body, the curves slight, her breasts small firm mounds on her chest. Those mounds now had small hard points pressing out of the tight fabric - she was getting excited! "Its going to be difficult though...?" My sister frowned, taking the bait, "How so?" Gerald sighed as if talking to a child, "Well, every time you are with a guy now, you will only be able to think about Liam. Any girl you are with, you will wonder what it would be like to share her with your brother. They will be poor substitutes for the real thing of course." She was frowning at Gerald. "Excited Amy?" My best buddy pointed at the tightly stretched cloth over my sisters genital mound. Looking closely it was obviously discoloured from being wet - and it wasn't sweat either. "I am, damn you Gerald!" Gerald started to laugh and it became instantly infectious so I joined in. My sister cursed to herself and ran from the kitchen when my buddy dismissed her - leaving her half finished smoothie on the counter untouched. -*- We each had a huge mound of french fries before us as we talked in the food court at the mall - one of our favourite places. "Fuck me buddy - that was intense." It was. With mom I went through so many conflicting emotions that I did not know how to act, which way to turn. With Amy I enjoyed her humiliating transformation - the information that I had gleamed revealing. Gerald was nodding in agreement, "And we can do that to anyone Liam. I mean its a fucking dream come true is what it is!" We were both laughing as if half-drunk, the adrenaline high slowly coming down. "I'll tell you Liam", he waved a fry my way as he spoke, "if you don't fuck Amy I think I may. She is one hot looking slut." I nodded, she was. Strangely, the idea of Gerald having sex with my sister no longer seemed as disgusting as it had the night before. I had listened to my sister admit to being promiscuous - the idea of my best friend fucking her did not seem so crazy any more. "Give me a couple days okay Gerald - this is all coming way too fast to process." The truth by the way. He nodded, obviously understanding. "Figure out who is going to be your first?" I sighed, I hadn't. The closest I could imagine was dad's secretary - fit the older criteria as well as being a looker. The idea that I was going to lose my virginity finally was a heady thought and being surrounded by all this deviant behaviour did not help. I could go home right now and my mom and older sister would do any sex act I told them - tell me that wasn't fucked up? But what a rush it was! "I was thinking of setting up a little show next weekend and wanted to run it by you." Gerald looked at my a little nervously, "How about we put Sara and Lisa naked on my marble table with only a single bottle of oil between them?" The empowered feelings I had been enjoying, thinking about loosing my virginity, even about my new control over mother and Amy, disintegrated and I recalled that I was playing with fire here. Gerald was suggesting we set our two younger sisters in some sort of lesbian tryst. After watching Sara pleasure herself the night before, I knew my buddy was into those types of visual spectacle. A fear clenched me at that moment - I could defend my younger sister's chastity and probably have it taken from her anyways, while placing me in as a defenceless a position as the rest of the ladies in our collective families. Gerald really did not need my permission to do anything he wanted, to anyone. My guess was that he needed someone that wasn't altered mentally, to share it with - call it a way to spread the guilt or perhaps he really did think of me as a best friend. Friends until the end, we used to say to each other. My sister Lisa was twelve years old, she had a thin boy-like body that had not started changing into a woman's. Strangely, seeing her naked intrigued me. Would that thin body develop into mom's curves or Amy's athletic build? Of my two sisters, I liked Lisa the best. She wasn't pompous or ignorant and selfish like Amy, she was polite and seemed to really enjoy being with me - talking or just hanging out. She kicked my ass when we played baseball or soccer together, but I helped her with her math and science homework readily. The answer seemed to come on its own, "That sound pretty hot - but nothing else with Lisa okay?" Gerald nodded, his smile wide at my agreement, "Sure buddy - she is all yours. It'll just be a nice slippery lesbian show." I did not join him in his lecherous laugh and forced my attention back to the quickly disappearing mound of fries. -*- When I entered my house, I found mom singing lightly in the kitchen, her head spinning my direction when she noticed me, "Hi Liam. Have a good time with your friend?" She wore a strange smile that I knew was only for me. My eyes looked my mom up and down - the skirt that ended just before the knee was new, tight around the upper thighs and round full hips, the nylons had a seam up the back and I knew without any further proof that they would end about thigh high, her blouse was the same as before but it was obvious that she was no longer wearing a bra - her full breasts swinging hypnotically just by her movement to look at me. This was the proof that Gerald's power was total. Mom saw my gaze and a private smile widened her lips as she turned back to chopping the vegetables. "What is for supper mom?" I could do my mother right here and right now - over the counter, on the linoleum floor. It was a heady thought. She smiled for me again, her eyes soft and inviting, "Vegetable soup with dumplings." Sounded delicious and I told her so. "I hoped you would like it honey." I just looked at her for a couple minutes as she effortlessly chopped some carrots. Was she getting excited right now with me looking at her? What was it like - the juice that a woman excreted when they became exited? Before I did something I wasn't prepared to do, I rushed from the kitchen to my room. On the way I saw Lisa in her room laying on her bed reading a book, she didn't notice me. God, in less than a week I would be watching her with Gerald's sister - naked, oiled, kissing, fingering and licking each other. The walls spun and I had to use a hand to steady myself, forcing myself to my room. I shut the door and fell into my messy bed to close my eyes and force my heart to stop pounding so violently in my chest. -*- My dreams were the most lewd and descriptive of my life - mother was stripping before me, but strangely, never seemed to become naked - my sister Amy was sucking my hard penis, taking her mouth off just long enough to order, "come over my face nerd" - Lisa was sitting next to me, my hand between her thin thighs, rubbing her hairless wet hot crack as she moaned and watched our mother strip. I kept hearing Gerald say, "any woman... anything you want...". I awoke in the darkness of my room, sweaty and painfully hard. I haven't decided if I was in heaven or hell. My mouth was dry and my lips felt swollen. So I sat up, swinging my bare feet to the floor and holding my head in my hands. I could do it - I could go to Amy or mom right now, get a blow job to help me sleep, or fuck them and finally lose that stigma of being a virgin finally. But perhaps I should just jerk off - like I did last night after watching Sara play with herself. When I did it, I wasn't sure if it was the sight of Gerald's little sister climaxing with her fingers inside her own body or his mother sitting across from us, clenching her knees, nipples hard, shivering with desire while watching her young daughter. The house was silent - dark. I slipped from my room and made my way down the hallway to the kitchen, getting a glass of water to quench my parched throat. While drinking I saw that there was a small light in the living room and walked the few meters to see mom sitting on the couch, beneath the single light, reading a thick book. She jumped at my entrance, "Oh Liam honey - you startled me!" She caught her breath and closed her book after marking the page with a marker. "Couldn't sleep honey?" She looked concerned - ever the parent. I looked at her then and wondered what it would be like to actually have intercourse with her. Plain of face, looking her age of forty two years. She wore a long thick white cotton nightie that hid her from neck to ankle, her legs curled up beneath her as she read. Mother shifted beneath my silent scrutiny, and I recalled how Gerald had commanded her to feel excitement when I looked at her. I turned away not without guilt and moved to sit across from mom in the chair. The silence was thick but I kept my eyes looking into the shadows to the side of the room. Why did Gerald put me in this position - I never asked him to do this? A movement caught my eye and I looked up to see mom losen two of her buttons on the front of her nightie - exposing her bare cleavage beneath. Those nipples were hard now - obvious even in this dim light. Its not your fault mother? Stop it please! When my eyes rose, I found mother wearing a soft smile just for me - her eyes glinting strangely. "Is there anything I could do to make you happy honey?" Was it my imagination or had she pushed her chest further forwards towards me? "Do you miss dad mom?" Her brow furled before she answers, "I do... sometimes." "Why don't you date mom?" She shifted uncomfortably in her half upright position. "Thats complicated honey." I just looked at her - saw her shift, this time it was not from being uncomfortable. She blurted out, "Your father leaving hurt me - I couldn't trust men any more." I nodded as if I understood - but I didn't. Nor did I want to know the specifics about my parents sex life. "But you had sex with someone three years ago...?" She nodded, looking embarrassed as well as uncomfortable and strangely excited, "He... lets just say he was a mistake that I never wanted to make again." "So you stopped with men completely." Nodding almost sad now, "Yes." I had nothing else I wanted to say - that I could say. How does a teenage boy ask his adult mother regarding sexual matters anyways? I so wanted to confide in someone, an adult, this woman that was my mother - needed help from the intense changes in my life that I was facing. The silence was probably too much for her and she blurted out almost anxious, releasing me from the responsibility of starting the conversation, "I get more pleasure by myself than any man ever gave me!" What could I say, 'too bad'? "I never realized girls did 'it' too, until only recently mom." Well, 'recently' was about a year ago - since then, it was always one of my hottest fantasies. Mom was nodding, "Oh yes, 'girls' do 'it' too Liam." She then giggled almost adolescently, "I do it more now than I ever did when I was your age." My mouth was dry again and I recalled the half filled glass of water in my hand. After taking a gulp, which did not seem to do anything for my parched state I continued, "When did you start mom?" Mom looked up at the ceiling and frowned in thought, "I was about Lisa's age when I started experimenting." I wish she hadn't spoke my younger sister name, reminding me of the event in only a weeks time. "I recall how sensitive I was 'down there' and how good it felt, but I was about twelve when I began playing with myself." She giggled again and her eyes returned to me, "Are you sure you want to hear all this honey? You are not weirded out or anything?" I looked mom right in the eye and said, "I love listening to you talk about playing with yourself mom." I was hundred percent serious - perhaps it would be better that our conversation was not about sexual matters, this discussion was more intimate than I can remember between us. Mom has always been the busy, weary woman - the single mom to three kids. Mom shivered violently and moaning deep down in her throat before she replied with a raspy voice, "I love making you happy Liam." "I know you do mom." Anything I wanted, at any time - I recalled. "Do you honey... you know, masturbate frequently?" I nodded, thankful for the dim light so that my embarrassment would not be too obvious on my burning cheeks. She nodded knowingly, "Boys do it a lot at your age." I normally did it about twice a day - Gerald used to admit to about three to four times on average a day. The silence lengthened and we just looked at each other. I felt almost dizzy with power - this isn't right. I stood and took two strides before mom sat forwards and asked anxiously, nervously, "Would you like to watch me play with myself Liam - would that make you happy?" Her words effectively stopped me in my tracks. It was my turn to shiver with excitement - my penis began to harden in my pyjama bottoms. Mom's eyes did not miss anything, and she licked her lips almost as if she were hungry. "I don't know whats come over me today honey - mommy is feeling positively in heat when I think about you." She was almost whispering. "I want to make you happy - I would do anything you wanted Liam, anything!" She hissed that last word, slipping her bare feet from beneath her to the floor below - watching me anxiously. I stood there swaying with uncertainty - run I told my feet silently, but I did not move, my eyes turned to my physically and mentally excited mother, my hard penis wanting her. "I know I'm old honey. I know I shouldn't feel this way about my own son. But believe me when I say that I've never felt so brazen before - so sure about anything." She took a lengthy loud swallow before continuing, "Please Liam, I beg you, just sit for a couple more minutes? If... if I disgust you, I promise never to bother you again?" My heart was pounding so hard that it hurt my chest and sounded loud to my ears. Without a conscious thought my feet turned and strode back to my chair - my ass lowering to sit in the familiar seat. I already knew I would not be 'disgusted'. Mom as smiling happily, and had waited until I was seated and looking at her before she slowly reached the low hem of her nightie and worked it up to her neck. It took some doing, lifting her bottom from the couch, her hands trembling so violently. The cotton garment fell to the floor already forgotten and mother sat back against the couch and spread her knees a few centimetres - she was completely naked. She whispered almost to herself, "Mommy was so hot after Gerald explained how you liked me to dress this morning I brought myself off in the car outside the mall today. I never felt so alive... or naughty!" Her bare feet rose and she bent her knees to hook her heels into the edge of the couch - this effectively spread her thighs wide. I took in the sight of my naked parent for the very first time and felt like a drowning man seeing the rescue boat. She was so pale, so soft in body - but it was nothing but good! Curves and more curves, dark wrinkled nipples, soft quivering inner thighs and breasts. Her age in her face, stretch marks on her stomach and thighs, her lower breasts. I always thought of her as ancient - and to me and my friends, she was. But at this very moment in time, she was the sexiest thing I've ever encountered. Much more exciting than even Gerald's younger sister Sara had been as I had watched her. Mother's trembling hands slipped over her abundant pale soft flesh - one eventually making for a heavy hanging breast, the other between her legs and the glistening pinkness there. "I knew from that moment on that there wasn't another man alive that I felt this way about - who could turn me on like this, who could ask anything of me and I would do everything in my power to make you happy." A finger slipped into the glistening flesh and came back out covered in female slim. I was fascinated to watch mother bring that finger to her mouth and suck it clean before returning it to her sex. "Any hole Liam - any time - any place. I am yours my love, body, soul and mind!" Her eyes captured my own, "I never told anyone before that I just love the taste of myself. Do you find that odd?" Mother did not wait for an answer, two fingers slipped deep and mother gasped with pleasure, her back arching off the couch while her eyes clasping shut momentarily. At that point I no longer existed for mom, I was sure. Her toes wiggled and clenched, her calves tighted, her thighs quivered, her hips shook as she pumped her ass up off the couch, her white soft breasts dancing upon her chest - mother was a delicious sight and my hands quivered to touch myself. I was hard, painfully throbbing against my pyjama bottoms - a large wet spot revealing the leakage I was producing. She would do this two finger pumping thing - in and out of her very pink very sloppy wet sex, before bringing those fingers up to her lips to suck clean and dropping the other hand to continue. Alternately she would use the free hand to ravage her clitoris rubbing it surprisingly hard. Infrequently those wet fingers went to one of the hard winkled nipples dancing on her chest as she moved, twisting and yanking on it almost violently. Mother was making noises that I've never heard in my life - grunting and mile-long-sighs that caused my dick to jerk painfully. She was gasping as if she could not breath - her mouth wide unless she was sucking her fingers clean. Then she did something surprising, moving the newly cleaned fingers not down to her clitoris to her nipples as I had half expected, but around her waist so that I saw the index finger tease her own wrinkled clenching anus. It was at that point I climaxed in my bottoms - pumping again and again so that the hot seed filled the front of my pyjama bottoms. I was gasping as mother suddenly arched her back completely off the couch, and with two fingers in her vagina another in her anus, she screamed out in orgasm the likes of which I shall never forget. Never again could I look at her as simply a parent, as a sexless person who could direct the path of my life. The both of us just sat there - mother slowly opening her eyes to look at me, look down at the obvious wet spot in my pyjama bottoms. I should be embarrassed but I wasn't - I wasn't the one naked, the one that had begged to put on a show. Sure she had no self-control - Gerald had forced this moment, had changed how my home will forever function. How will I ever look on mother and not remember this night? Mother's feet dropped back to the floor and she suddenly looked almost embarrassed, "I've never done that in front of anyone before Liam." Her eyes studying the spot on the front of my cotton bottoms - she knew I had enjoyed what I had witnessed. My voice was raspy to my own ear but I heard myself say, "You were beautiful mom, really." Her eyes rose and her lips widened into a pleased smile, "From you Liam, that makes me happier than you can imagine." The way her eyes were looking at me like that - wide open and almost innocent and submissive. They said, take me I am yours. I felt the stirrings between my legs and stood up quickly to leave - mother's eyes watching me with disappointment. The scent of her self enjoyment so thick that it filled my head and my thoughts for the rest of the evening. I felt like Alice down that damned hole. -*- Sunday -*- The next day was Sunday and as odd a day as I have ever had. I went through the day looking at mom, she looking at me. She wore a short lose skirt, bare legs and a tee-shirt that revealed no brassiere beneath. Whenever she was near, and she frequently found some reason to do so, she touched me - innocently to the naked eye perhaps, but lingering touches, eyelashes flashing, nipples hard. Anything, anytime and even any hole she had said. I felt cursed - knew this was wrong but hated how my body trembled when she touched me. I had truly loved watching her last night and had gone to bed wishing I was not alone - laying awake thinking all I had to do was return to my parent to find her with arms and legs wide open inviting. Amy, on the other hand, was the one that started this freaky day with a bang - no not that kind. I mean she came to my room just after I had showered and stood in my open doorway and loudly asked if I wanted a blow job. My first thought was fear that Lisa or mom would have heard her but then I looked at my sister closely. She was standing with hands on her hips, a put out look on her face and an irritated curl to her lip. She was being a bitch even now. I had been there when Gerald had told her she will not be able to enjoy sex without thinking about me and I knew that bothered her. She was here because she needed me - she needed something from me, her dorky young brother was the only one who could bring sexual pleasure in her life. I could do it - I could sit at the end of my bed and Amy would kneel between my legs and suck me off. Hell, she would do it as often as I wanted. Even in our wildest fantasies, Gerald and I had never considered Amy, or any other girl, to be so available. I wanted to see my eldest sister naked, I wanted to compare her hard body to that of our mothers oddly enough. But it was that look and the body language that pissed me off, had always pissed me off. "Get out of my room Amy." She looked surprised to be denied, and then angry. Imagine, her dorky virgin brother denying her anything - I could imagine her thinking! I thought to punish her, "If I want a blow job from you I will tell you." She humphed and then rushed out of my room furious. My day never got any better after that point. Only with Lisa did I find some level of normalcy - so that when I asked her to play a game of monopoly, she was surprised and very pleased to be included. Normally she was the little sister - I put up with her more than desired her presence. Half ways through the game, me having just put the first hotel on the board, she leaned over and asked carefully, "Do you think mom is acting weird this weekend?" I looked up from the board, trying hard to wear a poker face, "What do you mean?" Lisa just looked at me in surprise for a couple seconds and then blurted out, "You mean you don't notice how she has been looking at you?" Recall that Lisa hadn't been placed under any sort of control yet - this strangeness in my life was also happening to hers, if only peripherally. With plenty of self control I answered negatively, "No I haven't." She made a face only a teenage girl would make, part confusion part disgust, "You must have noticed how she was dressing today Liam?" I have. "You mean in shorts? Sure. Nothing wrong with that." Lisa sighed, "Skirt and no bra." She said this like it was supposed to mean something. "Really?" I pretended interest. "I never noticed." She rolled her eyes a final time, "Boys!" Her hand dropped the dice. It was only that evening, with Lisa already in bed asleep and Amy still out on her date when mother came to my room. I had resolved all day to ignore her overtures, her bedroom eyes, the offer obvious. But here in the silence of our home, it was more difficult. "Lisa's light is out.... could I do anything for you Liam?" She stepped into my room, revealing her lack of clothing - a single man's shirt, only buttoned half way from the bottom - all legs and cleavage, her hair teased. I could already smell the scent of her sex and it caused a shiver to run through me. To be intimate with a mother's sexual musk is a incredible thing, something I day never take lightly. Already my cock was hardening in my boxer shorts. It suddenly hit me, how do you tell your mother to climb into your bed? I hadn't the brazen heart that Gerald seemed to have developed along with his powers. I wanted to lay naked with my mother - to feel her soft warm flesh against my own - to tell her that it wasn't her fault, that it was something that Gerald did to her but that if she would help me, we could not pass that deviant line. Instead Amy arrived back home at that moment, hearing the distant door open and close distantly. Mother didn't even seem to notice so I spoke up, "Amy is home mom - you better go to your room." Mother sighed and then nodded, turning to leave but pausing to look over her shoulder, "You know that you can come to me at any time right Liam?" She just stood there waiting for an answer so I blurted out, "Of course mom. Just go to bed!" Mom smiled at my affirmative answer and giggled before disappearing down the dark hallway. Seconds later my eldest sister passed my open door, looking in and snarling to see me looking back. She cursed under her breath and made for her room. I shrugged and followed, her door still open when I arrived. She looked up and curled her lip in disgust but didn't say anything and started to strip. I watched her tight revealing clothing disappear until she stood in a lace bra and panty set - placing her hands on her thin hips, she snarled in my direction, "You want to see me naked is that it?" I didn't even have time to respond before she moved, the panties first and then the bra - suddenly standing naked again looking at me with disgust. "Hottest body you will ever see isn't it geek?" This whole day had been a temptation, the devil presenting me with tasty morsels that I dreaded to eat. To hear my sister bitch at me right here and now, especially knowing what I know, I simply lost it. "Didn't enjoy your date Amy?" Her face flushed quickly and she spun away from me. Her body was, indeed, the hottest thing I've ever seen - hard, firm, perfect. Unfortunately it belonged to this bitch who loved making my life miserable from the earliest of my memories. So I never pulled back on my attack, "I bet you tried everything to get off didn't you - but nothing worked did it?" She turned her head towards me, her face red but her eyes blazed in anger. "I bet you screamed at your poor date - blaming him for not pleasing you. Was it a guy this time Amy? I bet he never calls again - no one wants to fuck a nympho that can't get off." Amy hissed threateningly, almost like a cat. I turned to leave the bitch alone when she barked, "You fucking prick!" Looking over my shoulder I saw my sisters face suddenly alter, from anger to worry to a forced calm before running to me on her bare feet. Her hands came up and encircled my arm, hugging it against her firm warm hard flesh. "I'm sorry Liam - I've been beastly to you haven't I?" With no response she continued, the sweetness of her act dripping with forced falsehood, "Perhaps I could make it up to you properly?" At that point one of her hands detached from my arm and slipped down to grasp my soft penis in my boxer shorts as her lips came to my bare neck. "Yes, I could make it up to you very nicely." Strangely I had turned from the emotion of anger to lust at the turn of the hat - I could picture myself fucking my eldest sister good and hard, like she obviously needed. I yanked myself from her reach and closed her door quickly in her face. A angry screech was the only response. For some strange reason I liked her more as a bitch then a sweet temptress. My breathing calmed down as I stood in the darkened hallway - telling myself that that had been a close one. Then I heard it - heard it through the door - Amy moaning lightly - and knew what it was. I wanted to open the door and even lifted my hand to do so when I stopped, turned and strode away. Outside mothers door I stopped and considered entering, my hand actually on the doorknob when I heard it - moaning accompanied with a low sound of an eclectic motor. Mother too was masturbating - most probably with some type of battery operated toy. I went to bed with a headache that did not recede until I brought myself off - twice! -*- Monday -*- Gerald sought me out at school the next day - just after the lunch bell with Christine and Jane in tow. "Hey buddy. Any news?" He shook his brow suggestively?" I sighed, "Almost." He was actually surprised. "Jeez buddy, if you don't do it soon I'm gonna worry that you are gay or something!" He laughed it off turning to the two girls behind him. A cold hand grasped my heart and I knew that I was treading on dangerous ground. My very will was at stake - Gerald could take it from me as easily as I've seen him take it from others. And if there was anything I didn't want to happen was to lose control of myself! Imagine what humiliating things I may be forced to do? And what of the girls in my family - they would be free reign for Gerald to toy with. The thought of mother or Lisa being forced to do things with my best friend caused me to lose my appetite. I missed what was said to me and shock my head, knowing I had to be on better terms with my friend, to prove to him that I could be trusted - no matter how difficult it was. "I said I was going to invite you to join us at Jane's place for a little party but I had assumed you had lost your cherry by now." I forced a lecherous smile and looked on the fifteen year old Jane, Gerald's neighbour, with male interest. "Now I'm starting to regret what I did yesterday." Gerald looked suddenly interested, "What did you do?" I leaned in and spoke loud enough so that only my buddy could hear, "I had both mom and Amy bring themselves off so I could decide." He nodded sagely, "Who would be first right?" I nodded along with him, "Right." "So, how was it - who is it going to be?" Without thinking I blurted out, "Mom." Gerald leaned back and smirked, as if he had known the answer already. "Good choice buddy." My head was spinning I had just told this very dangerous mind controller that I was going to have sex with my own mom. Shouldn't I feel more disgust at this realization? "Would you like to join us anyways? You could get a blow or something?" Again I looked at Gerald's neighbour, a small cute girl, to the hottest chick in school - both barely even noticed me, having all eyes for Gerald. "What about our classes this afternoon?" My buddy chuckled, "I get straight A's even without trying now - so why bother right?" I chuckled along with him, "Right!" This acceptance in my life much easier than the incest being forced upon me. "I can have Jane call her mom and join us - especially since I know you appreciate your wine well aged?" I recalled that Gerald told me he had controlled his neighbour as well as her mom. I thought it safest if I agreed with Gerald but I didn't want to corrupt another person. Forcing a smile, "If you think you need the extra help buddy - lets go!" Gerald laughed, turned, wrapped his arms about the slim waists of both teenage girls and lead the way down the hallway. -*- Jane and her mother Janet lay intertwined before us in the middle of the carpeted living room floor. Both were hungrily lapping at the sex of the other - loudly licking, sucking and nibbling on the cunt before them. Both had hairless loins, short cute ladies - with the ageing 44 year old mother the one with the abundant curves. Christine knelt naked before Gerald and I, moving slowly back and forth from between our thighs - sucking our hard cocks. The whole scene would have been a tremendous turn on if my mind would stop thinking. That the delightfully sexy Christine, with her perfect hard bodied curves, tried her best to suck our cocks but it was obvious that she have few such skills. Then there was the sight of the mother and daughter lesbian team - attacking each others loins like there was no tomorrow - but all I could think about was that those poor women had no control over what they did, powerless to resist the demands of my best friend. Jane liked to plunge a finger in and out of her mother's rectum while sucking on the enlarged excited clitoris. Janet, on the other hand, seemed to enjoy plunging her hardened tongue in and out of her daughters vagina - pressing it as deep as it will go into her body. And the final mood-killer - Janet's husband, Jane's father strolled in from work around four that afternoon, standing in the doorway smirking at the scene his wife and daughter were putting on. Gerald waved to the old balding man and then turned to me to explain, "Jane's husband and I have a deal - the ladies are mine to do what I want with, in exchange he gets full use of his daughter when I don't need her." I was disgusted - my dick barely half hard. The incestuous lesbians loudly climaxing for the third time since our 'little party', as Gerald liked to call it, started. They were acting like they greatly enjoyed their family affair, as if they couldn't get enough of the other's cunt. After the noise from the climax was ending Gerald waved for the old fat balding man to enter, "Janet, come here. Jane, entertain your father." The weary sweaty curvy fleshed middle-aged woman slipped from her daughters embrace, crawling towards her young dominant master. Dad, on the other hand, wasted no time - unbuckling his belt and shoving his pants to his knees as he hobbled comically towards his panting daughter. Christine sucked my cock exclusively now, as Janet climbed up and lowered her dripping wet hairless pink cunt down over Gerald's dick, dad climbing between daughters legs and ramming himself home. The room was again filled with the sounds of female pleasure, of the added slapping of flesh on flesh, sloppy echos of cocks plunging into super-heated cunts. I looked down at the hottest girl in the school and realized I despised and pitied her - so pretty, but so vain and without her beautiful outer shell, nothing to be attracted too. I wanted my mother to suck me, even my older bitch sister - I wanted to watch them eating each other out, bouncing on my lap while fucking me. I didn't want to be here, scared to say the wrong thing, act too strangely for my friend to realize that I wasn't like him, that I didn't want to hurt or control anyone. So I closed my eyes and allowed that pathetic pretty mouth to suck me all the while, cocks were fucking into hot wet cunts, picturing my mother sucking me, her hungry full lips moving up and down my hard ridged surface. My own panting desire echoed with the other five bodies and my hips began to pump up and down, actually enjoying my first ever blow job. When I felt the tightness beneath my balls I did not deny or resist, allowing the seed to pump up and out of my shaft, shooting into the mouth of the prettiest girl in our school. In the far distance, I heard her swallowing loudly - hungrily. It was over - I had fooled everyone, even myself - opening my eyes to see Gerald and Janet watching me, he with a wide grin on his face. "I've never been able to get off with Christine's mouth - she is so pathetic?" If there was ever a time to be truthful, "I had to picture my mom to get off as she sucked." Gerald looked at me for a handful of seconds before breaking into a loud laugh. -*- I got home just before supper, weary at what I had endured - mentally and physically - sitting at our table with the three ladies looking at me questioningly. As I had walked home and then sitting at the table eating, I had considered what I had to do - had to do to save my family, save my mom and my sisters. Mom seemed to sense my need for silence and other than giving me gentle smiles, served supper and sat eating at the head of the table. I noticed she was wearing a mid-thigh skirt and black hose, thigh high I reminded myself. It was obvious that her large round floppy mounds were unencumbered beneath her blouse. Amy, on the other hand seemed to be angrily starring at me - barely eating. I ignored her, saving a few polite words to my youngest sister Lisa but otherwise staying introverted. After the meal was done Amy stomped off to her room without even taking her dirty dishes to the sink. Lisa did it silently, disappearing with her school bag afterwards. I stood from the table and brought my dirty dishes to mom, who stood at the counter running water into the soap filled sink. "You look very attractive today mom." Mother stiffened, turned towards me and then smiled brightly, "Thank you Liam! I thought of you this morning as I dressed." I nodded, openly looking my own mother up and down appraisingly. "Lift the front of your skirt mom - I want to see if you have stockings on?" Mothers smile disappeared and she looked nervous as her wet hands trembled as she began to pull the nylon dark skirt up her thighs. She was looking at me with full interest, possibly gauging if I found what I was looking at attractive, if I found her attractive. With the skirt being rather shorter than she would have normally worn, it only took a few seconds before the dark elastic band to come exposed - moving higher the pale soft flesh. "Stop mother." Her whole upper body was trembling randomly, her nipples hard through her white blouse. "God you have sexy legs." She did - especially in those thigh high stockings. Anything I wanted - anytime. I knew I was on the edge of sanity here, but what could I do? If I failed to convince Gerald of my sincerity to be as authentic in my desire for debauchery as he, I will be failing not only myself but also my mother and sisters if he should take his revenge out on us. The only way out of this dilemma was to become what Gerald wanted me to be - but to watch for any opening where I can escape, saving not only myself but also my mom and sisters. "Mom, if you were presented with an impossible situation, one that will hurt those you love no matter what you choose - how would you proceed?" Mom frowned, the expectant sexual excitement lost in the puzzling question. "I don't understand Liam?" Her hands had stopped trembling, but her legs were still exposed to the flesh about her stockings. Reaching out I took both her hands, allowing the skirt to fall forgotten. There was simply no way to explain it to her - was there? I mean she had been 'altered' by Gerald by my own eyes. "Can I come to your room tonight mom?" A smile appeared and her eyes sparkled, "I... I would like that my love." Before either of us could say another word I dropped her hands and rushed to my room, needing to think about this. -*- Mother sat on the edge of her bed wearing a thin satin nightie and white thigh high stockings. The nightie had delicate lace covering her breasts so that her dark nipples were obvious. The stockings had thick elastic lace that held them half ways up her full thighs. There was incense burning by the bed and at least half a dozen candles. The duvet to the bed was folded down. Mother was waiting for my expected visit - and it was obvious that she wanted it to be perfect. She stood as I entered, her eyes glittering expectantly, her lips smiling happily. I closed the door and strode towards her, again taking both her hands into mine - sitting with her on the end of her bed. I could smell her perfume, see that her hair was teased to perfection, a light application of makeup about the eyes. There was a familiar, but still distant, scent of mother's excitement already radiating from her and it made my head swim. "Mom, what I'm going to tell you will seem crazy but I want you to promise just to consider it okay?" This, obviously, was not what she had expected from me this night - the two girls already in bed asleep, leaving us as alone. How to start? "Do you remember the other day when you purchased stockings mother?" And odd question from me, causing her to frown but nod. "Do you remember why you bought them?" She was still frowning, "Because you like to see me in them." I nodded, I do like it actually but that wasn't the point. "And why did you stop wearing a bra around the house?" The question obviously troubled her and she pulled her hands from mine, "Because I thought you liked it?" She sounded hurt, as if she thought I imagined her acting cheap or sordid and did not, in fact, enjoy it. "Why did you think that mom?" She wasn't looking at me now, frowning and thinking, "It was Gerald... the other day...?" I nodded, slow but on the right path. "And do you often masturbate in the car before going shopping?" As she had told me - I was guessing that this was not a usual occurrence. She thought for a while before answer, "No, of course not." Then she slowly turned towards me and looked at me fiercely, "What is going on Liam, I don't understand?" "Mom, I think Gerald has some kind of power that can control people." Her eyes looked nothing but amazed but she said nothing. "He has taken control of his family, a couple of others and now he is interested in you and the girls." Tears started to well up in her eyes, "This isn't possible Liam?" "Think back mother - would you have sat here waiting for me like this a week ago?" She looked around as if noticing her preparations for the first time and the dropped her face into her hands and sobbed, "Oh my god what have I done!" I did the only thing I could do, I moved closer and wrapped my arms about her shoulders and held her. Instead of comforting my parent, mother suddenly sighed deeply and pressed her considerable chest into mine - I quickly stood up and took a step back from her. Mother looked surprised at my quick retreat and the she must have realized what she had been doing and flung herself onto the top of her bed and hid her face as she cried to herself. Unfortunately this left the satin nightie to ride up almost to the top of her ass, that wide soft white perfectly shaped bottom drawing my eyes as if magnetic. I strode to the side of the bed and sat down, reaching out to gently stroke my mothers hair - she freezing in response and turning her head to me. The mascara had run, causing her to look dreadful, but now was not the time to bring that up. "Its all true Liam - god help me but I want you so badly and I now know its so wrong!" I nodded understanding, realizing that was what the probable outcome of my revelations. "I have a plan mom - hopefully something that will keep Gerald from you and the girls." Mom rolled up onto her heels, hands brushing the tears from her face. I realized that she was panting, her nipples hard and the scent of her sex was thicker than ever - mom was practically in heat but trying to contain it! "I told Gerald that I wanted you to be my first." Mother gasped at this and trembled, then quickly turned red of cheeks but otherwise did not say anything. "We pretend it happened, that you and I are... lovers." Mother licked her lips and sighed, her chest rising and falling as she panted - her nipples impossibly hard. "Then I tell him that I want you exclusively to myself." Her eyebrows rose at this and she smiled shyly. "Hopefully that will be enough to keep him away from you... maybe the girls." One battle at a time. Mother was silent for nearly half a minute before asking, "Do you think there is any way to counter Gerald's control?" I shrugged, having no idea. Mom nodded, mirroring my own doubt. "Then I see two problems with your plan Liam. One - if he can control anyone he can easily find out that we are lying." True, I hadn't thought of that. "Two - I will go insane pretending we are lovers when we are not." Mother and I just shared a minute long look before my eyes purposefully dropped to her heaving bosoms. With one finger I slowly reached out and slipped the thin shoulder strap over and down her upper arm - the one pale full breasts came into view. The way she was trembling, her hard wrinkled nipple practically danced around her pale flesh. My eyes rose back to hers, looking glassy and unfocused, "Then I only see one path mother." She nodded, her top teeth biting her bottom lip nervously. I could see that my mother was trying hard not to act as anxiously as she obviously felt. "I will do whatever I have to to protect you mom but things may get a little crazy." I recalled the things I've already witnessed. "I want to make you happy my love - I will trust you to do whatever it takes to protect us." My hand finally rose and grasped the large white breast and mother let out a loud hiss while her eyes rolled back into her head. My god, was this happening? A part of me was shocked that this was really going on - another part of me was overjoyed! It was no longer forced upon, at least not by me, and was now out in the open. There were no longer any barriers to what needed to be surpassed. My face lowered and my mouth opened as I engulfed mother's fat hard nipple - she gasped loudly and arched her back while grasping the back of my head. One of my hands reached around and pulled her waist towards me, mother's head falling further back and her knees widening. My other hand reached a knee and eased between those soft full thighs, her legs widening even further. Then my fingers slipped into hot liquid flesh thrusting forwards as if by magnetic force until two fingers slipped into her grotto. Mom began to convulse against me, groaning and hissing, as an unexpected orgasm shot through her body. My face rose to watch the show, fascinated, loving how her soft frame jerked within my arms. Ever so slowly her eyes opened and her head lifted so that she was looking at me, the heat of her minty breath caressing the flesh of my face. "I know its wrong Liam - but I will go insane if I can't be with you." My hand came up and I moved the dripping fingers to her lips, she did not look away from my eyes but her mouth opened - the digits coating her lips before slipping into her mouth. Finally I pulled them free before leaning forwards our lips touching almost gently, my head swooning from the flavour of my first passionate kiss before mother tilted her head so we were almost at right angles and then locked our lips together. The kiss turned almost desperate, hungry - her tongue seeking my own anxiously. Between her thighs my hand had returned to her sex, her hips pumping in time to my frigging fingers. We were lowering until mother was laying on her back, our lips still locked, my hand frigging her sex while her thighs had spread wide, her feet in the air. And then the kiss stopped and I removed my lips our eyes finding the others. "Fuck me Liam - use me again and again - I want nothing more than to make you happy my love!" Retreating from my awkward position above my mother, I stood by her bed and began to remove my clothing. This was it right? This was the decision I had made to save her from my demented best friend. But was I turning into something as evil as Gerald? Mother was seething upon her bed, one hand slipping between her legs, her hips pumping, the other hand having pulled the other strap of her nightie down so as to grope her big fat sexy breasts as they obviously come in pairs. As my hard cock popped out of its confines mother grasped, "Its so beautiful Liam!" She rolled onto her side facing me, leaning up onto her elbow she brought her face to my hard cock, her eyes looking from my groin to my eyes and back. Ever so slowly mother opened her mouth and took my penis past those sexy full lips until half of my organ was inside her mouth. Her eyes had closed and she was moaning in delight upon my shaft. It felt nothing less than magnificent. This was better than my only other encounter, Christine. It held some redeeming new qualities that the hotest girl in school did not possess with her technique; things like love, desire and patience. Inside that mouth, mother's tongue massaged as much of my dick as she could reach - her lips gently suctioning while her face moved ever so slowly up and down, in and out. I was looking down at the most delightful of sights - something I had never pictured - my own mom making oral love to my cock. My hips pumped in time to her slow movements, my hands found her head of hair and messed up her carefully prepared dew. Nothing mattered though, to either of us - mother only wanted to please me - I had been there when Gerald had altered her, changed her from a plain looking lonely middle-aged woman into a seething sex-pot of lust for one man and who lived only to please him. And as much as I was enjoying this encounter, she was finding it without comparison the best sex of her life - as she had been conditioned to respond. The grunts echoing through the room were from me and I felt the familiar tightness of my balls - not long now. Mother must have sensed this as she accelerated her movements, her sucking and tonguing. No longer was there patience in her technique but anxious desperation, hunger - she wanted my seed as much as I wanted to give it to her. Half a minute later, my grunts turning into animal like groans, I gave my own mother her wish - pumping again and again, filling her mouth. My whole life after this moment would never be the same. Mother swallowed loudly, anxiously and did not retreat from my cock until I had stopped spurting, looking up at me almost nervously, "Did I please you Liam?" I noticed a drop of sperm had escaped her lips and had slid down to mid chin. My god was she beautiful. There before her face was my cock, still hard, she ignoring it to find out if I was pleased. "I want to fuck you now mom." It was why we are here right - so why did my voice sound so uncertain? Mother jerked at my use of the bold word and then nodded her head anxiously. I reached down to scoop up that drop of sperm before slipping it into her lips, she sucking it as if it were the most expensive of chocolate. When my finger disengaged from her sucking lips, mother asked, "How would you like me my love? On my knees, back... anything Liam!" "On your back please mom." She smiled widely and then dropped back onto the bed, her stocking clad legs raising up in the air, widely spread. Her arms were reached towards me and I thought this was the most obviously of paths in my life as I took the half step and leaned forwards. One of her hands slipped down between us and I felt her take my hardness and guide it to that most perfect of places. Then I was sinking into the hottest wettest sexiest cunt in the world - my mother had taken my virginity in the most lust-filled of ways and I would not have traded this moment for any riches. Our noses were nearly touching, our bodies tightly pressed together in the most intimate of ways. I saw that mother's eyes were filled with tears, "I am so proud of you Liam!" Hands grasped my buttocks holding me against her. "Now fuck me lover!" My hips began to move on their own initiative - as if eons of evolution were behind them, the act of fucking, the most natural of acts in the world, regardless with whom. What I noticed first was the voluptuous movement of the sexy pale body beneath me - everything seemed to dance, bounce, wiggle and jerk - and I loved it. The stocking clad legs and wrapped about my waist and one my hands slipped up and down her thighs to her calves, enjoying the flesh-warmed smooth nylon. The next thing I noticed was the sounds, chaotic and lust-filled - most echoing from between our legs, plunging cock into slippery wet cunt - mother gasping and moaning almost as background accompaniment - our thighs slapping together - the bed squeaking - one of mother's hands slapping the bed. She was rapidly moving beyond reason, her back arched so that her soft belly pressed into my own, her eyes tightly clenched and her mouth open widely, her hips moving anxiously against my own, little muscles inside her sex milking me. How could any coupling after this compare? What I have seen with Gerald to date was but a pale comparison to this moment in my life. One of mother's hands was holding the back of my head, almost tenderly stroking the hairs at my neck as I pumped in and out of her body. She gasped out with difficulty, "I am almost there Liam - fill me up my love!" There was no boundaries, no time-line - this was my moment and I had finally resolved to enjoy it, take it for all that it was worth. My cock erupted for the final time that night deep inside my mother, effectively changing me forever. The splash of sperm inside her body set off her own climax, jerked loudly beneath me. Our sweaty bodies collapsed to the bed facing each other on our sides - exhausted. Lips kissed my face tenderly as a hand found and drew up the duvet to cover us. Little whispers, "No one has ever made me feel so alive Liam - I love you so much." Her hands drew my sweaty brow to her full bosoms and held me tenderly. One of my hands lazily rolled around my mother's waist and ended up cupping one of her generous buttocks even as sleep overtook me. -*- Tuesday -*- Next morning I awoke in my mother's bed, her warm voluptuous body holding my own. My eyes blinked open to find her looking at me almost shyly, "Morning Liam." I sat up and away from my mom, yawning and stretching, my eyes noticing that she no longer wore that slinky nightie but only her white thigh high stockings. The smells of our body were staller from the night before, more animal-like and much less sexually intense. She was looking nervous, "Any regrets about last night?" My hand reached out to grope one of her large breasts, "Not one mother, you?" A smile crept into her face, her eyes looking almost relieved, "I know it was wrong Liam but I don't care, I love you and want to make you happy." Again that inconvenient guilt reminded me that though the two of us had been in bed together, there had a been a third that was involved, "Even though this would never have happened if Gerald hadn't changed how you think?" My hand slipped from her hanging breast up over her soft raised waist and hip. She thought for a few seconds, "However we ended here I would not trade what happened last night for anything in the world." Mother suddenly turned a shade of red and her eyes could not meet mine as she continued, "I've never felt that alive before, felt that sexy - without a doubt it was the best sex of my life." This would have meant more to me if I had not known Gerald had also conditioned this into her. I contained my sigh and changed the subject, "What about the girls mom?" Mother again looked at me, "I don't care what happens to Amy Liam, but please take care of Lisa." Her response surprised me on several levels, "You don't care what happens to Amy?" My mom shrugged, "She and I agreed to part ways years ago Liam - she gets what she deserves." Wow, this means that Amy was thought of as a bitch not only by me but by our mom too - a childish delight caused me to smile secretely. "And Lisa is surely too young mom?" I recalled the little show that was scheduled for that weekend and dreaded it, looking for a way out but preparing myself for the inevitable. "You would be surprised Liam - she is a lot like you in many ways." Mom leaned over and tenderly kissed my lips, "And I love you beyond words." -*- I preceded mother by about a minute as I strolled into the kitchen to find Lisa cleaning up her cereal dish. She looked up at my entrance and with a smile, "Morning Liam." Mother came in and kissed her daughter on the check and then moved about the kitchen to make coffee. She was wearing her old terrycloth bathrobe and I could see that she had removed her stockings, as she stood in bare feet. Oddly, at least to me this morning, she looked like the mother of old and not like the passionate woman who had changed my life the night before. Lisa brought me some orange juice and poured herself a refill before mother joined us with her morning cup of coffee. All three of us sat in silence for a couple minutes, each not looking at the other. It was Lisa that broke the silence, "Amy was pretty angry this morning, she broke a plate in the sink." Mother frowned and strode angrily to the counter to look in the sink. "Do you know what got into her this time?" Amy was often in various moods - rarely good for the rest of us. Lisa blushed at that moment and I knew what it was about, if not the details. "I woke up last night and found her listening at your door mom." Mom sighed and came back to the table to sit down, looking at her youngest daughter carefully. "She heard Liam and I having sex?" Her calm revelation shocked me not a little. Lisa nodded, starring at her orange juice. "I shouldn't have said anything - its none of my business." Mom looked towards me, "Did Gerald 'condition' Amy too Liam?" I nodded. "What about Lisa?" "Not yet mom..." "... but its only a matter of time." Mother sighed and turned back to her daughter, who was now looking back and forth between mother and I in confusion. "Honey, Liam and I have something to tell you and it may upset you." "Its okay mother, I want to know?" She probably did - her mom and brother were having sex while her older sister was spying on us. Then mother explained in a calm voice how Gerald had controlled her and Amy, from her point of view - that it was I that was the focus of this heightened desires and that she had placed her total trust in me to protect us. Her speech, so logically spoken, warmed my heart - making me love her all the more. Lisa turned towards me and I thought she was about to break out laughing, that this was all some kind of demented joke - its what I would probably have done given the incredibly odd situation - but to her credit she then nodded and reached out to take my hand. Mother seeing this took her daughters hand in one of her own, my free one in hers. Tears started to well up in mom's face and Lisa noticed, pulling her hands from ours. "I didn't tell you - but when I caught Amy outside your door, she was playing with herself." Mom quickly flushed, but the news did not come as any surprise to me. Lisa turned towards me and asked shyly, "What do you think Gerald will make me do Liam?" Both sets of eyes looked at me expectantly, "I am not sure." I lied. "But I will try and protect you from the worst of it sis - I promise." This time Lisa's eyes welled up with tears. -*- I found Gerald at the mall about mid morning - Tuesday, a school day. But what did a mind-controller care about that? As I was striding up to him his face broke out with pleasure when he saw me, "You did her - you stud!" Hiding my dislike I sat across from him and stole a fry. "Was it good?" He leaned over the table anxiously. "It was better than I could ever have imagined." It was true after all. He sat back proud of himself, "Did I not tell you buddy? Old cunt is the best. Oh sure, the young ones look good on the arm - but for a good ride in the sack, find a nice soft woman to keep you warm. Huh?" I laughed with him, not as forced as I would have thought. Perhaps it was from listening to my nerd friend giving me advice about sex when, only days before, we were desperate horny virgins. "I have to thank you Gerald - I mean, you are the best friend a guy could ask for." We high fived over the fries and Gerald smugly added, "I wouldn't have it any other way buddy." "I wanted to ask you something - so there is no misunderstanding." Gerald motioned for me to continue with his ketchup covered fry. "I think we should both agree about the ladies we have... I just don't want to make you mad if I go for one of yours?" He looked at me carefully for nearly three fries, "You want her for yourself don't you buddy?" His face was serious for less than two seconds before breaking into a grin and barking out in laughter, "No problem Liam - I understand really!" He leaned in and dropped his voice, "I mean I can't picture another guy with my mom - not even you." I allowed my relief to show through, "Thanks Gerald - I was worried that you would think I'm hording or something." A few fries later, "And Lisa?" I looked at him carefully, could he read minds too? "I'd like that - yes, Lisa too." In truth, in terms of priority, Lisa came last over mom and Sara. His smile slowly faded, "What about that show with Sara this weekend?" My heart was thumping and I feared for our very lives, but I had considered this already and knew where to draw the line, "Just the two of them? I think it sounds incredibly hot." Gerald was looking into my eyes for almost a minute before his smile returned, "Sounds like we will have a good time." I laughed, "I know I will!" -*- A couple hours later Gerald spoke up from behind the wheel of his mother's car, "There she is." I nodded, dread filling me even though I felt so powerless, so out of my depth. Opening the door as planned I stepped out onto the pavement and waved to my youngest sister. Lisa's face lite up when she saw me but darkened again when she saw who I was with. "Hi Lisa - Gerald and I wanted to know if you needed a drive home?" I reached out to hold her hand and winked, she looked suddenly pale and forced a brave smile towards me. "Hi Gerald. When did you get your drivers license?" Lisa slipped into the back seat, throwing her book bag on the floor behind the other seat. Gerald laughed almost evilly, "I don't... at least not yet, but mom doesn't mind me using her car." I got back into the front passenger seat and looked over my shoulder to see my sister looking very scared but trying to be brave. Gerald pulled the car out from the curb and drove away with a squeal of tires. He looked into his rear-view mirror, "Sit back Lisa we are going to have a little talk." I didn't have the nerve to look at my sister at that moment and felt like crying, turning to look out the side window while biting my bottom lip painfully. Never in my life had I felt so helpless. "Have you started to masturbate Lisa?" A few seconds pause and then a distant, "Yes." "I suppose you have never seen a real cock before?" "I have." Gerald slapped my thigh playfully and when I turned back towards him he winked and said, "This is just too easy huh buddy?" I dare not say a word, and just smirked in response, surprised at my sisters revelation. Was she a slut like our older sister? "Who's cock have you seen Lisa?" "Liam's." What? "Have you been sneaking peaks at your brother you naughty girl?" "Yes I have." This was said so soberly that it all felt eerie listening to my sisters most private of thoughts being exposed. "What do you think of your brother Liam Lisa?" She was silent for half a minute, "I love him, he is my brother." "Is he the one you think about when you play with yourself?" I felt that I knew the answer before it was spoken, my young sister always seeming to enjoy being around me, wanting to just be near me sometimes even though we were so different. "Yes he is." "In fact, I bet your cute little pussy gets wet just thinking about him doesn't it Lisa?" No answer but a shuffling in the back seat - I dare not look, hating to have to put my sister into this demented position. "And you love to make your big brother happy don't you Lisa?" Evidently he was taking the same path as he had with mom. "Yes I do." "In fact, it turns you on just to be near him, to make him happy right Lisa?" More shuffling, evidently my young sister was feeling nervous. And of course she should - she was only 12 years old and mind controlled or not, she was being ordered to think sexually about her brother. "I have always loved Liam." Gerald looked over at me and gave me a thumbs up. "I know you do Lisa - but its more than that isn't it?" Shuffling behind me, "I have wanted to marry him since I was a little girl." She was still a little girl, I wanted to scream, but I bit my tongue and said nothing instead. Gerald laughed and smacked the steering wheel, obviously enjoying this humiliating experience. "'Marriage' is for little girl fantasies Lisa, no, you want more, you want to be your big brothers slave, his sex slave. Right?" A small, "Okay." "And sex slaves do everything their masters want right? They get turned on if their masters are pleased. Nothing in life matters as much as making your brother happy... no matter what he asks. Do you agree Lisa?" I turned my head at that second, shocked at the path that Gerald had taken this - though realizing that it really wasn't that much different that mom or even Amy. My sister Lisa's innocent round face looked right at me and said firmly, "Yes, I agree." My house was just the next block and Gerald pulled up in front of it - my sister and I opening our doors to slip out of the car. Gerald gave me a parting laugh, "She is all yours buddy - enjoy!" I felt like tumbling away from the monster that used to be my best friend. I felt miserable. -*- When mom came to my room and closed the door her pleased face turned into concern - only now realizing I had not asked her here for more play but that something was bothering me. So I had her sit down on my bed next to me and I told her about meeting Gerald this morning and then picking up Lisa and what he had done to her. I was feeling guilty and mother sat in silence for a few minutes in thought. "What would have happened if you hadn't asked for Lisa to be exclusively yours Liam?" Sighing, "Gerald would have liked nothing better than to include her into his sick little group parties." I told mom about Christine and what Gerald had her doing this week - she had to suck off twenty different guys each day, swallowing each of their sperm so as to improve her technique. He had told me about this before picking up Lisa. Mother turned pale. "He has no boundaries does he?" Nodding negatively, I really thought Gerald had already gone too far but I knew if he thought something was going to be fun he would do it. More silence. "I am not the most attractive woman my age am I Liam?" Strangely this question made me uncomfortable. She squeezed my hand on her lap to reassure me, "No honey, its okay - the mirror doesn't lie. I am overweight and rather plain looking. Your father left me for a younger woman and that really hurt. The truth hurts. If you had not chosen to help me and your sister what sick things would Gerald have me do? I don't doubt he would tire of me rather quickly and use me in ways that would be less than pleasurable." Without any comment I nodded in agreement that this would have been probable - I'm already seeing similar actions towards others girls of his 'harem'. "In you Liam, I have a young man who loves and cares for me. I think you are even attracted to me and I don't need Gerald's mind control to get excited about that. I really enjoyed what we did last night and I know it wasn't all my own thoughts but I don't regret a thing." My eyes were teary as they looked up into mothers comforting gaze. "I've known Lisa has had a crush on you for a long time and its sad that she will have to grow up faster that she should but I am glad that its with you." I could not help it, my face moved gently forwards and I was kissing my mother, her lips welcoming the touch. Even as my tongue slips into her mouth she was moaning with pleasure. Her thighs spread as my hand slips between to find her without panties - hot wet and ready. Mother was already humping her hips as my fingers moved in and out of her body. We fell back onto my bed and my free hand fumbled with my pants, allowing my hardness to pop out. Then suddenly I was above her, inside her and my hips shoving my cock in and out of my mother's willing body, her feet waving above me, her hands stroking my messy hair and shoulders. With a loud groan I deposited my sperm deep within my parents body, her flesh jerking randomly to her own climax. Then it was over and I lay with quivering limbs upon my parents soft person - her arms and legs still encasing me, her lips kissing my brow. My penis shrunk slowly so that it eventually slipped from her hot wet cunt and that spelled the end of our frantic joining - I rolled off my mother and sat up. "I love you mother." A hand stroked my lower sweaty back beneath my loose tee-shirt, "I love you too Liam." -*- Amy's door, down the hallway, closed just as I opened my own. Mother slipped past me looking tired but pleased, she turned in my door and wrapped her arms about my neck and brought her lips to my own. After a passionate sloppy but short kiss, "If you need anything Liam, you know where to find me my love?" I smiled, knowing how much pleasure we had found in our relationship and was happy enough from this fact that my guilt had been all but dissolved with our mutual lust. I groped one of her generous breasts above her thin shirt and she groaned with renewed desire, her eyes starting to glaze over in that now familiar way. "Anything Liam - I mean it! And any time okay?" "Okay mom - go to bed you sexy wench!" Mother giggled and turned on her bare feet and walked down the hall on her toes - her strong calves bunching up delightfully on her curvy bare legs - her face looking over her shoulder to see if I liked what I saw. A parting smile told me she had seen my gaze and was pleased with it. Mother's door to her room shut behind her leaving me alone in the short hallway. I strode the few feet to Amy's door and opened it without knocking. Her face jerked to the opened door angrily, standing before her closet folding clothing. "What do you want Liam?" "You have been spying on me Amy." She put the hanger with the ironed piece of clothing carefully into her closet before turning towards me with hands sternly on her hips. "You are fucking our mother." We starred each other down but I now held the upper hand - and it was all Gerald's doing. "Jealous Amy?" Her face turned a bright red before she sputtered, "You're sick Liam - she is, like, a thousand years old?" She looked disgusted at me, only making me angrier. I just crossed my arms upon my chest and smirked, "So when I'm feeling horny, who should I come see... you?" It was like a light switch being turned on, all sweetness and smiles. Her body posture changed, softened, moved so that it was modelled perfectly. With a soft soothing voice, "I could make you very happy Liam." I didn't doubt it - but I could never forget that beneath the sexy body before me was a cold hearted bitch. Even mother had revealed that she and her eldest daughter had a splitting of ways long ago - something I would have thought impossible for her to do with any of her children. "Tomorrow you can come with me to Gerald's house." Her face showed a spark of annoyance but she quickly covered it up. "What about tonight Liam," her face took on a prepared naughty look, "your bed or mine?" I dropped my folded arms and yawned, "Yours Amy - I'll be in my own." Turning quickly I strode from that room with a angry growl of frustration behind me, a pillow just missed my head as I closed my eldest sisters door. -*- Wednesday -*- The steam from the shower was almost too thick to see as I slipped into the bathroom that next morning. When I slipped the curtain over the tub to the side, Lisa jerked in surprise - quickly softening when she realized who it was. "Liam, you scared me." My twelve year old sister stood there naked and wet, seemingly unconcerned about her nudity before me. I stepped into the shower and slipped my hands about her waist, drawing her to me. I felt her body quiver at my touch, her face registering surprise and delight. When my lips found hers, she kissed me back awkwardly but with hunger. When our lips parted, her head tilted back to look up into my eyes, hers filled with acceptance and innocence. Good god what was I doing? "I thought I would join you this morning sis." She smiled widely, "I would like that very much Liam." Again we kissed, my hands slipping down to her thin hard bottom, pulling her hairless crotch into my thigh. She was already moaning into my open lips as my tongue slipped past her teeth. Her pelvis was already grinding upon my thigh muscle, her strong buttocks quivering and dancing in my hands. Before this went further than I intended I pulled away, her mouth still open breathless, her eyes wide and accepting. She was young, obviously, but there were hints of the beginning of puberty - small bumps upon her chest, her hips broadening. My heart was beating rather quickly and to calm it down I took the cake of soap from the dish and handed it to my sister. She blinked about three times and then grinned hugely, her hands sudsing up before slowly caressing every centimetre of my body. I mean she did a slow gentle massage of my flesh, from between my toes to my chin - I have never been cleaner. She was enjoying this intimacy - her eyes devouring every part of me, her hands touching everything intimately again and again. She was like a child in a candy store I thought with a wide smile. When her hands finally reached my cock, it being left wisely until last, it rose naturally, strong and proud. Lisa gasped as it rose quickly in her hands, her eyes wide as saucers as she continued to pump, a groan of pleasure escaping me and she smiled with the knowledge of giving me pleasure. "Don't stop Lisa." She pumped and pumped, almost naturally, her hands covered in suds as my hips began to thrust. I let myself go, wanting to finish like this, and without a word of warning began to pump within her hands. The first blast upon her chin, the rest jerked off onto the top of her thighs where she knelt before me. She was speechless as I gently lifted her by holding beneath her armpits. My kiss this time was less rushed but just as passionate. "Thank you Lisa - that felt great!" My youngest sister was practically glowing with pleasure. -*- It was the third outfit she had put on as she stood impatiently by my chair as I ate the last mouthful of toast. Lisa was watching her two siblings with silent interest. Mother had ate long ago and moved efficiently about the kitchen, watching the game play out between her two oldest children with a barely contained smirk. "Is that the sluttiest you got Amy?" My oldest sister was fuming with anger and in truth looked incredibly trashy in her tight very short skirt, impossibly high heels, a thin sleeveless shirt that was buttoned nearly to her navel, exposing small firm curvature of her breasts. "I don't know what you expect Liam but I can give a shit if..." I pretended not to hear and turned to Lisa, "What do you think sis, is she sexy enough?" Amy looked furious at being ignored, even more so that I was asking a twelve year old this question. Lisa looked our sister up and down with a critical eye, "A little too skinny to be sexy I think." Amy blurted out in anger, "What the fuck would you know about being sexy you little...!" "Mother, what do you think?" I was still ignoring my eldest sibling, knowing this just infuriated her more. Mother walked up behind her daughter while drying her hands on her dish towel, her face concentrating upon her daughter as if she were looking at a used car she was about to purchase. "She does have nice legs Liam, though Lisa is right, a little thin." Amy was about to burst into another of her foul-mouthed responses when I held my hand for her to stay silent as I watched mother squat down behind her daughter. The position surprised Amy as well and she looked over her shoulder nervously at her mom. Lisa, on the other hand, stole a quick look up her mother's mid-thigh skirt, the thigh-high stockings and the bare crotch that was exposed in this new position. Amy suddenly tensed as mothers hands rose and pushed the short hem of the tight tanned skirt to mid-hip - exposing the trimmed pussy, while mother probably had an eyeful of bare ass. "Mother!" All of us ignored Amy while mother looked over her oldest daughters slight hips to see the sparkle of interest in my eye, that was all she needed to continue. "No panties - another check-mark for being slutty." Lisa and I watched from the front of our older sister as our mother's hand slipped up between those thin sculptured thighs, a finger slowly disappearing into the younger body almost with ease. "She is wet Liam - she seems to enjoy being treated as a slut, another obvious mark in 'slut' favour." Mother stood back up and laughed quietly to herself, washing her hand in the sink on the counter. "You can lower your skirt Amy." Amy shook her head as if to clear the cobwebs, she rushed to lower her manicured loins. I stood and took my cereal bowl to the sink and gave it to mom - who smiled a thank-you and then set it into the water filled sink. I took her into my arms and kissed her passionately if quickly. Then I leaned over and whispered so only she could hear, "I never knew you were into girls mom?" Mother's eyes sparkled when I looked back to her face, "You never asked Liam." I laughed in response, already thinking about the possibilities. I went over to Lisa and bent over to kiss her just as passionately as I had mom. Mom watched smiling with love in her eyes while Amy balked at this new intimacy and an obvious new rival to my affection. I left Lisa breathless and smiling also with love. After a quick instruction, Amy followed three paces behind me as I walked the two blocks to Gerald's place. Without looking I knew her to be furious as well as humiliated. Theresa answered the door wearing a see-through silk teddy, waving us in before striding on her heels to the adjoining living room. Gerald sat reading a magazine while his naked thirteen year-old sister Sara knelt before him, sucking his hard cock. His mother whispered something into his ear and stood by his side as his face rose and barely noticed me but looked at my slutty-dressed sister. Behind me a whisper, "I don't like it here Liam, lets go please?" Evidently her anger had been replaced by fear - but she didn't move from her three step position behind me. "Is she as good as she looks Liam?" If his eyes had teeth, I fear Amy would be half devoured already. I strode the rest of the way into the living room and sat down across from my friend. "I don't know yet, I've been busy with mom and Lisa." Amy's face turned red at this - she knew what was going on in our house and could not help but feel third best. I ordered my sister in a stern voice, "Come here and take off your clothing Amy." "Have her keep the heels on Liam." I nodded and my sister saw the seriousness in my eye and strode in, her hands already reaching for her skimpy clothing, her face looking scared. I was enjoying this, I thought maliciously - the years of abuse from my elder sibling enough for my dominant position to enjoy this moment. With so few covers, she was soon naked on her high heels - her stance holding nothing in common to the woman that posed seductively for me last night. Amy looked almost tiny in comparison. Sara was kneeling on the floor facing my sister, obviously been dismissed from her work. Gerald was sitting glaring hungrily at the woman before him, one of his hands seemingly forgotten as sit moved behind his mother's wide ass. "She is hot Liam." "Nothing to compare against Christine - too skinny." Amy stood with head downcast, as not even hearing us. "She has a model's body - long and thin, but still very sexy." I just shrugged in response. It was no doubt that my sister was attractive - but now that I've tasted other fruit, I no longer was so hungry that even my bitchy sister would suffice. Gerald was leering hungrily never-the-less, "I will trade you Sara for Lisa?" His eyes never left the naked form of my sister. "No trade." My best friends eyes came up dangerously and I rushed to continue, "Because I came here to give her too you as a gift." The anger quickly disappeared, replaced by the ever-normal amusement, "You still pissed at her Liam?" I shrugged, "She treated me like dirt since I can remember." Gerald nodded. If anyone could understand, it was my best buddy since childhood. Hell, he was often the brunt of Amy's disgust and anger - her whip of a tongue. "Best revenge is to turn them into multi-orgasmic sluts Liam." He wasn't joking, Gerald was deadly serious. "Look at my mother here," Theresa who smiled dumbly down at her son as he openly fondled her big ass, "how many times did mom yell at us, ground me for any offence? Now look at her, I can make her scream in orgasm again and again until she begs for me to stop. Thats power Liam and she knows who is in charge now. You have to train Amy to know who is in charge." Amy was looking at me in a silent plea. "What did you have in mind?" Gerald smiled widely. -*- In less than ten minutes Amy was kneeling awkwardly upon the floor, her shoulders and chest touching the rough carpet as her hands were stretched outside her body, bound wrist to ankle. Her thin hard ass was raised high up and she was quite defenceless. Sara stood back up from behind the woman and nodded to her older brother, "She is ready master." Seems he likes his sister to be his slave as well, I thought without humour. Theresa moved into position and uncurled the long thick belt next to her. Gerald, who had not moved, nodded to his mother to proceed. I watched in fascination as the belt whistled through the air and struck my sisters raised pale ass so that her body jerked and her mouth opened in a scream. My buddy looked up into my eyes, "Do you want me to make her enjoy", the belt struck again and of course it was quickly followed by my sisters scream, "the fuck Liam?" I knew what he was asking, that Amy had been conditioned to enjoy and respond sexually to me - but not him. What he was asking for was part of the reason I had initiated this encounter. "Not this time Gerald." My buddy laughed maliciously before his eyes followed the belting going on before us. Amy's thin pale smooth boy-like ass was soon a mess of bright red hot flesh. Her face, pressed sideways against the floor, was facing me - covered in tears and saliva, looking horrified and in misery. After approximately twenty strikes of the belt Gerald held his hand up and Theresa immediately stepped back out of the way. I watched my buddy get up from his spot on the couch, kneel down behind my sister and aim his hard cock. Amy let out another scream as the penis penetrated her lubricated rectum, quickly applied by Sara a few moments before. Gerald held onto the thin hips and ground himself inside my sisters ass. "Fucking hell she is tight Liam!" My sister was looking at me in misery, pleading with me silently. I sat in silence, forcing myself to watch every insane second, hating myself, hating her. She was anally raped for a good long time, sobbing as her body was jerking to the teenage thrusts behind her. Theresa, Sara and myself all watched in silence - our thoughts our own. Then Gerald gasped and held himself inside my sisters ass hole, gasping out, "I'm coming buddy - I'm filling the slut up!" And then he was stumbling wearily back to the couch, his mother rushing to get a warm wet cloth to clean her son's soiled cock. Sara also slipped out, coming back a few seconds after her mother with a couple towels and some cream. First she washed the gap between my sisters thin ass cheeks before gently applying the cream to her abused flesh so that it shone a bright red. And only then, with the wave of his hand for a command, did Sara untied my sisters ankles and wrists. Gerald and I watched as his sister helped mine back into her slutty clothing while the latter sobbed and cried to herself continuously. I left a few minutes later, after a handshake with Gerald - both of us smirking at the other. I strode home, my sister three paces behind me, crying the whole time - acting subservient as if for the first time in her life. -*- As soon as the door was closed Amy fell to her knees and pressed her lips against the top of my sneakers, kissing them shamelessly. Her sobbing was louder. My strong self-confident sister was reduced to this and I felt miserable. It had been necessary for our families survival - an offering to the beast outside our door. And as it had to be one of the girls in my family, there was no doubt that it should be Amy. My bitchy older sister who looked at me as if I were an inconvenience in her life was reduced to this miserable point. Her face tilted upwards me and looked pitiful, "I'm so sorry Liam... I promise to do better from now on!" There was one last act in this play that I had concocted late last evening. The house was empty - mother being at work, Lisa at school. Walking to Gerald's house I did not know how I could do it - if it was even possible. But as I watched my sister getting whipped, anally raped, my cock had hardened. I tried to figure out why and the closest I had come was not that I enjoyed my sisters misery but I had enjoyed the control of the thing, bringing her to this state simply because I had thought to do so. She watched without surprise as I opened my jeans to free my hard teenage cock. Nor did she resist as I reached forward to draw her face in. Amy was knowledgeable enough to know what was expected, her lips wrapping firmly about my cock as her face began to move up and down, side to side. It took me totally by surprise, being the best oral sex I had yet received. Sure it was missing mother's mix of love but it countered that with technique and experience. I was soon breathless and moaning with delight, pumping my hips frantically against her face. Amy sucked me like a professional until she was swallowing my seed, missing not a drop. And then it was over and I stood back to pull my jeans back up. "Go get cleaned up and then stay in your room until supper." With tears still in her eyes, Amy rushed from the hallway of our house to do as commanded. I turned and contemplated my morning with my two sisters as I strolled back to school - a contented smile upon my face. -*- I looked at the girls in my school differently, the teachers were ignored but studied - I could have any one of them. I contemplated each for their attributes - the chubby, the thin, short and tall. It was lunch and I went to the guys gym locker room finding what had been the main topic of conversation throughout the whole school. Christine, the hottest thing in the school - curves, large firm breasts, face to die for - was kneeling naked in the guys shower, a circle of guys around her. Her face, breasts, shoulders, hair and even the top of her thighs where she knelt, was covered in sperm. A skinny junior was pumping his bare ass, pushing his thin little cock out of the tireless mouth of the seventeen year-old. Guys, and a mixture of girls, all round watched and howled with delight. I saw more than one camera capturing the moment. When the skinny guy groaned, Christine pulled out and aimed the circumcised head at her face, looking up she smiled just as the dick in her hand began to jerk out its contents onto her already covered face. Jane slipped through the loud pleased crowd to stand beside me, "How many is that?" Jane looked at Christine sadly, whom was looking around for another victim, "Seventeen so far today." Three more before the afternoon classes started. A big fat guy came up pushing his pants down around his ankles, Christine did not hesitate. "I hope, for her sake, she learns something." Jane nodded in agreement and shivered in barely contained fear. -*- Lisa was delighted when I drew her to my lap and began to kiss her lips passionately. Mother sat down beside us and asked half humorously, "Do you think she will poison us?" I ignored the jab. Amy was cooking supper for us tonight and was doing it rather dutifully - as opposite as that is to her personality. In a couple moments I came up for air, Lisa out of breath herself and looking almost feverish. Gently I pushed her to the opposite side where mother sat, whom I turned to and pulled half ways over my lap - our lips met and she moaned with pleasure at the attention. Our kiss lasted rather long, my hand beneath her skirt, her stocking-clad knees wide, as I pumped in and out of her already-wet sex. It was the moaning of my youngest sister that broke the moment for me, opening my eyes to see my sister whimpering and humping a small couch pillow desperately. Mom spoke first, her eyes looking at the same sight as my own, "Oh the poor dear is horny Liam." Lisa looked from mother to me and then to my hand disappearing beneath our mother's skirt, her eyes looking half-wild. "Perhaps we should give her something to turn her on mother?" Mom gave me a playful look, "What did you have in mind my love?" "Nothing too crazy mom - why don't you push that skirt to your waist and come here and sit on my cock?" Mother could barely contain her joy, "I would love to honey!" She rushed to comply. I looked at my desperately humping young sister, "Take your clothing off Lisa." She did so, whimpering in need and without taking her eyes from our mother who was aiming my cock upwards. Mother pierced herself and cried out with pleasure, her head falling back on her shoulders as my hands held her about the waist so she could not fall. God was she wet. Lisa's body was unencumbered now - her legs widely spread and her hands working on her pink hairless sex, which was rather wet and excited by the look of things. Mother was bouncing up and down wildly - her pleasure having taken over from the rest of her senses. Mom orgasmed once before I did - jerking in my arms, screaming out with unrestrained pleasure before my hands restarted her movements. My own orgasmed finally occurred seconds before mother's second - and Lisa's first - the three of us loudly giving tribute to the ancient gods of sex, in the most loud and obnoxious way. Mom rolled off my lap, not caring that her sex was gaping open or that my seed was dribbling out. Lisa sat panting, her eyes still feasting on all that she could survey. "What do think Lisa - about our sexy mother?" Lisa spoke breathlessly, "She is beautiful!" Mother glowed with pride at the compliment. I laughed in agreement adding, "She is also very wet." Lisa looked from her mother's gaping red swollen sex to my glistening half-hard cock. "Would you do something for me Lisa?" She did not hesitate, "Of course Liam!" "Crawl over here and lick my cock clean - our mother has left such a mess." In answer Lisa rushed to comply, our mother smiling lovingly as her daughter stuck her little tongue daintily upon her brother's dripping shaft. After that first touch, Lisa seemed to have discovered that it was not so scary after all and began to lavishly lick up and down my cock - removing all of mother's discharge while replacing it with her saliva. I had to gently push my sister away from my cock else I believe she would have licked me until midnight. Removing the remainder of my clothing, I grasped my sisters hand and dragged her to the kitchen for supper - which had to be served soon. Mother was left on her own, removing all but her stockings to follow us moments later. -*- In the dark that night Mother whispered, "At least it was edible." I laughed, "Barely." Amy had fried up some grilled cheese and heated up some pea soup from a can. The bread was almost black and the soup was barely lukewarm. Mother laughed with me. "Well, whatever you did with Amy after you left the house with her this morning changed her for the better." I thought this was mother's way of asking where we had gone, what had happened. But I was in no mood to relive that hour or so of this day. "What do you think about what we did with Lisa before supper mom?" "I think Lisa is the luckiest girl alive to have a brother who loves her so much." "I almost asked her to lick you clean mom." Mother giggled, squirmed against me and pressed her bare loins into my thigh. "I would have liked that!" "I can tell!" We both laughed. The silence lasted about five minutes, neither of us moving but just holding the other, "Mom, have you ever tried anal sex?" "I haven't, no. But I have thought about it." "You mean when you masturbate?" I knew mother smiled, though, of course, I couldn't see her. "Yes. It is one of my prime erogenous zones." Revelations like this no longer surprised me. "Dad never...?" "We didn't do a lot of things Liam." Her voice held little in the way of humour and was rather cold. She seemed to realize whom she was speaking to and followed up diplomatically, "I always thought it was a little kinky and never thought it possible outside fantasy." "Kinky? You mean like having sex with your son?" Mom laughed lightly and kissed my nipple, "Naughty boy! After having you inside me, I guess there is not much else that could top that on the kinky scale is there?" More silence before mother asked, "Would you like to... you know, fuck my ass Liam?" She squirmed again. "I would like that very much mother." She sighed and pressed her warm moist loins against my thigh, "When?" I laughed and patted her bottom, "Go to sleep mother!" -*- Thursday -*- I awoke spooning my mother, my cock hard and pressed between the cheeks of her ass. Still half asleep I simply moved my hips and felt it gently ease itself into my mother's slumbering body. I woke rapidly at that point, moving slowly in and out of my mom's cunt - still lubricated from our fun the night before. I didn't realize she was awake until she turned her head over her shoulder to french kiss me, her ass beginning to thrust back into my hips. It was a lengthy lazy fuck - our minds coming awake after our bodies were already in motion. The room echoed with the sloppy sounds of our soft bodies classing again and again - of a very wet sex being invaded by a hungry cock. I deposited my sperm within my mothers sex with a gasp - her climax, as usual, timed seconds behind my pleasure. Laying in a lazy state I watched my mother's curvy body wearily slip off the bed and move towards her private bathroom, a parting smile and a wink. Minutes later, hearing the shower running, I left her room - completely naked and uncaring. Walking past the hallway bathroom I see my youngest sister Lisa sitting naked on the edge of the tub, looking anxiously towards me - her eyes drawn to my soft hanging soiled member. "Lisa, would you go and join mother in her shower - tell her I sent you." Lisa stood quickly, "Sure Liam." I watched the tight boy-like ass walk away, towards our mother's room with a sigh of regret. Amy looked up at me as I strode into her room, she only acknowledged my presence with a single raised eyebrow. "You are skipping school again today." Amy looked frustrated, crossing her arms over her tee-shirt, and waiting impatiently. "Lisa will be staying with you. I want you to be nice to her today and I would like you to give some lessons on being sexy." Lisa had always been a tomboy. Amy looked disappointed and maybe a little bored, "Turn her in to another one of your sex toys?" I took a breath before my anger rose - Amy always had the ability to make me mad. "How does your ass feel today Amy?" She suddenly turned white and her hands dropped to her sides, her eyes suddenly looking at the floor between us. "Sore." "Think about it Amy - I wasn't mad at you yesterday?" A loud nervous swallow, "I'll do anything Liam, I promise." I nodded, "Of course you will - because you too are one of my 'sex toys' and don't you ever forget it." She nodded fearfully in response. -*- I went to school and, perhaps because I, avoided the gym showers at noon, it was a quiet uneventful day. I even walked back home without any strange confrontation. Of course the day was far from normal - how it started out, my anticipation on returning to my home. Mom wasn't back from work when I got home from school but Amy came striding up to me as I was taking off my boots. "Well, I did the best I can with what I had to work with." This was about Lisa of course. "She is very excited to show off a little for you Liam?" "That would be great - how about telling her I will be in the living room?" Amy simply nodded and disappeared back to her bedroom. I sat in the living room after getting a bottle of water and sat back with my feet crossed before me. I could get to like this lifestyle! Lisa came striding into the room on her stocking covered feet looking like something out of a perverts wet dream. Her thin boy-like body was encased in sheer white lace lingerie that hid nothing. Her strong legs with thigh high stockings, the thong almost transparent so that her hairless sex was visible, a belly button length chemise could not hide the fact that her dark brown nipples were puffy with adolescent excitement. After a lengthy pause, one where I had little doubt that my mouth hung open, Amy just had to break the spell, "She would be wearing heels but she couldn't take a step with them on." Lisa didn't even seem to hear her older sister. I just asked, "Where did the lingerie come from Amy?" "Mom left us her credit card so we went shopping this morning." Even the way Lisa was standing suggested that she was more aware of her body, of what it was doing to me. "You did a great job Amy - really! Lisa, you look fabulous!" Lisa's smile couldn't be wider. Amy, on the other hand, practically scowled her disgust - was she being jealous of the attention I was given our youngest sibling? Standing a little too anxiously, I grabbed Lisa's hand and half dragged her giggling the whole time up to mom's room. Once there I threw her on the bed and playfully thumped my chest pretending I was a caveman - Lisa was red of face and laughing with joy and nervousness even as her knees spread widely. My clothes went flying in all directions before I found myself on my stomach between my sister's thin small thighs. With a sparkle in her eyes, Lisa watched me gently ease the thong to one side before leaning in and kissing her little hairless cunt. It was was beautiful so delicate and so fucking sexy that I was humping into the bed with desire as I began to lick deeper into the groove, it flowering open naturally to expose the pink petals beneath, the thick juice quickly coating everything including my chin and lips. My sister was whimpering uncontrollably at my actions, her back arched high while her strong youthful legs jerked in the air above my head. It was my first taste of pussy and I loved it! Lisa came in a violent explosion of jerking muscles and sweaty flesh, her screams of pleasure echoing through my skull. Only after her descent did I sit up, one hand holding my dripping throbbing member while looking down at that so little hole I had suddenly become so intimate with. I was not a cavemen at all, crawling around to the top of the bed, I helped my weary but pleased sister onto her side and drew her willing lips to my cock. She took it amateurishly, nervously - moving her face and lips only when I took the initiative to shove my hips back and forth. Her eyes were looking up at me as if waiting for direction in this act, to help her pleasure me. So I grasped her small cute face and grunted for her to suck even as my hips slammed in and out of her mouth. I was rough but I was so passionate, so fucking turned on. Then I was jerking within that warm moist sucking mouth and Lisa was gagging as my seed hit the back of her throat - I pulled out even as I continued to pump and jerk in climax, the proof of my pleasure ending up on the flesh of my sisters wide-eyed pleased face. -*- Lisa was a gushing bundle of joy all through supper and into the early evening. As Amy served the food mom prepared, not being allowed to sit and eat with us, the three of us talked. I was more than a little embarrassed to hear Lisa tell mom, in all its gory details, about receiving her first oral climax. Mom, played it up - asking when I would go down on her! This banter lasted even as the three of us left Amy to clean up the kitchen and to eat, mom and Lisa chatting animately as they moved ahead of me towards mom's bedroom. We playfully and lazily kissed each other - the girls enjoying my reaction. Our clothing just seemed to disappear - so that all three of us were seated on the bed still kissing, touching each other's intimate parts. Patiently each of the girls took turns sucking my hard cock, mother and daughter playfully and selflessly sharing. Then Lisa and I took one nipple each - sucking mother's teats as if there was milk within them. Lots of moaning, lots of saliva and cunt cream covered our flesh. Mother positioned Lisa upon her back, legs wide and had me kneel between - using her hand to carefully position my cock along the length of the twelve year-old cunt. It did not do much for me, but Lisa was the first of the night to orgasm, mother kissing her daughters lips, sucking on those small puffy nipples as I dry humped my sister. We lay on either side of her and lavished kisses and tenderness as the young thing recovered - love in her eyes. Mother playfully mounted me - her sex far from playful as it was so hot it practically scalded me. Lisa slipped down and watched as mother pleasured herself upon her brothers cock while I spent my time sucking on those dangling teats. Mother continued like this for some minutes, taking her time and fucking herself to orgasm. My sister and I merely spectators to this fantastic sight. Lisa pushed our exhausted mother onto her back and as I proceeded to lick our mother rather energetically - as if hungry for the cream that only our mother had. Mother awoke from her daze enough to smile as I mounted her chest, pressing those great big tits together and fucking them. Soon Lisa had abandoned her mom's sex to kiss our mother, playfully licking at the moving head of my cock. It became a game, to try and get a kiss or touch wash in before it disappeared into the soft flesh of our mother's breasts. My orgasm finally came and I allowed it to pump out to coat mothers upper chest, her chin and around her lips. I lay back weary and watched as Lisa licked our mother clean, the two of them sharing my seed by sucking on the others tongues. Our lazy sexy evening came to a close and I fell asleep between the two most beautiful girls in the world. -*- Friday -*- The day started off as normal as I could ask for, at least in this new life of mine. Lisa was sucking me nice and slowly - while mother lay in my arms and gently kissed my face and lips. I simply lay like this, spoilt beyond words until I began to climax - most of which was captured in my sister's hungry mouth. Mother accompanied me into her shower and washed me - my hardness returning long enough to fuck her against the shower wall for a moment. Teasing her by withdrawing - both of us unsatisfied. Lisa and Amy shared the breakfast duties and even my eldest sister was in a good mood as we ate our first meal of the day. -*- Jane found me before the second class of the day to tell me to meet Gerald outside at noon. She looked tired and I realized she too may have had a late night last night - knowing that it could not have been as playful and endearing as my night with Lisa and mom. What lewd acts had she been forced to do? This just reaffirmed my belief that my decision to assume control of mother and my sisters was justified. Gerald was again driving his mother's car when I came out of the school - he seemed strangely serious. "Where are we going?" "You'll see." He seemed intent on driving and I did not see the need to bother him with questions. We stopped in back of our families church - an old building with an ancient graveyard out back. "Come on Liam." I followed Gerald not up to the church but to the back door of the adjoining home - the pastor's place. In another life time Gerald and I used to discuss the merits or lack thereof of all the neighbourhood ladies. One of our favourite MILFs was the pastors well rounded huge-titted wife. The very same one that answered the door, "Gerald? Liam? Its a school day is there anything wrong?" The typical answer of a wife and mother. "Aren't you going to let us in?" She blinked twice before stepping aside, "Of course, please come in." Perhaps I didn't know the full extent of what was about to happen but I did know that Gerald was adding another notch to his harem. Feeling like I was striding through quicksand I followed my friend into the house, feeling nothing but guilt for what was about to happen. The door closed behind me. "Would either of you boys like something to drink?" Ever the polite wife of the pastor. Instead Gerald came up behind the middle-aged woman and wrapped his hands around her torso, trapping her arms against her as his hands each held a huge covered tit. "My god - Gerald - what are you doing?" She seemed more shocked than anything, she was not even trying to struggle as yet. Gerald just ignored her though, confident even now, of his power to control. "I have always loved your big fat tits Melissa!" He shoved her towards the kitchen table and bent her over it - there were tears in hear eyes now but she wasn't struggling. Then Gerald stood up taking his hands from the scared woman and smirked at me. At this point I knew she was already under my friends power - else she would done something to get away from our aggressive intrusions. "Tell me Melissa, does your husband the pastor like to fuck you?" She simply let out a loud sob and hid her face in her hands - still bent over the table. "Tell us - when was the last time the old man fucked that sweet body of yours?" A sniffle and then her voice, considerably tinier than I ever remember it, "Three months ago." "Three months! Good god - is he gay? If you were my wife Melissa, you would get stuffed at least once a day." She stiffened at this - or perhaps it was Gerald's hand now patting her big round ass raised up towards us. "The pastor believes marital relations are to reproduce not for pleasure." Gerald was laughing silently, winking at me. "What do you believe Melissa?" She was silent before Gerald's two hands began to ease her skirt up her full shapely thighs. "I enjoy sex but I know its a sin!" She was crying loudly now even as the back of her ass was exposed - covered as it was by white panty and tan hose. "Yes, I suppose it is a sin - but you can't control yourself can you Melissa - you love a good hard cock don't you?" She was sobbing into her hands as Gerald tucked her skirt up around her waist, his fingers digging into the elastic waistband of her pantyhose. "It just makes it more pleasurable if its a sin right? A hard young cock throbbing because it wants you Melissa. I want you Melissa and my cock is hard!" I thought I heard a stifled mixed with the misery of the thirty nine year old woman. The panty hose was tight but Gerald was able to drag it to the woman's knees. He then reached up and hooked his fingers into her panties. She broke out, begging loudly, "Please stop - this is wrong - I am married!" Gerald just laughed that evil malicious laugh and yanked the cotton panty down to mid-thigh - exposing the pale smooth flesh of Melissa's ass. After noticing how white the flesh was or how nicely rounded it was, I was hit by the smell coming from the woman - she was in heat, practically bubbling with lust. My friend pried apart that generous round ass, exposing the winking wrinkled dark anus, the wet hair beneath that could not hide the pink petals flowering from the full lipped slit. From where I stood, nearly two meters away, it was obvious that the woman was very excited. "Its a sin!" She wailed. "The old cunt loves this shit - right Melissa?" "No! This is wrong - its evil!" "And thats why it turns you on right - because it is a sin?" His finger slipped into her vagina and was easily sucked in. "Fuck buddy, she is as tight as my sister but as hot and wet as my mom!" Melissa grunted thrust her hips back as the finger moved in and out of her hot dripping sex. She was sobbing even louder now and I wondered if it was guilt rather than fear? Gerald just chuckled as he opened his jeans and pulled out his hard cock. He aimed and shoved forwards with his hips and as he sunk deep within the mature beautiful woman she let out a loud scream as the climax shot through her. Even Gerald looked surprised, shooting me a wink, "The old cunt has a god damned hair trigger!" He began to vigorously fuck the thirty-nine year old as she came to life yet again, grunting at each of her rapists thrusts. When she came yet again barely three minutes later Gerald pulled out of her in mock disgust, "Fuck me this is too easy!" He roughly pulled the woman off the table and shoved her to her knees before me, "Suck my buddy good slut!" She looked from Gerald to my face, horrified, "No please - I've never... its a sin, its wrong!" Gerald reached down to his open pants and withdrew the belt he wore, the woman did not even seem to know what was coming until the leather beat down upon her sweater covered back. The tears started again after the shriek of pain. "Do what I say bitch!" Two more strikes and she was pressed into my thighs, clinging to me and jerked with each strike. Only at the point Gerald's hand rose for another strike did her trembling hands raise to my pants, opening them awkwardly. It was enough to pause in her torment, she looking over her shoulder nervously as she drew my hard penis out. I am so pathetic - as disgusted and scared as I was, my dick was hard watching this humiliation of a respected wife and mother in our town. She took it with a disgusted look upon her face, clenching her eyes as her lips touched me. Only after the head was within her mouth did she earnestly start to suck - as if trying to get the seed that it contained out of it. Surely she had no experience in her oral work but she was certainly enthusiastic. Melissa did not even move her head, probably not even thinking about it, until I started to shove my hips back and forth - fucking her face forcibly. I was looking down at the tear streaked attractive fleshy face, my hard dick moving in and out of her stretched lips and realized I was really enjoying myself. And that scared me! Gerald caught my attention and asked, "Want to do a sandwich?" Having no idea what he meant I just nodded dumbly. Gerald grabbed the thick naturally curly head of hair, which was always pulled back into a strict bun, so that her mouth was pulled from my cock. She screamed as Gerald half dragged her through her own small home to her bedroom, separated from her husbands. Gerald threw her onto her immaculate hard wood flooring and ordered her to strip. She was crying again, pulling off her clothing with trembling hands - though I could see the moisture of her pleasure coating the inside of her fleshy soft pale thighs and knew Gerald had really did a number on this woman. My buddy disappeared and came back just as the mother of two pulled off her big ugly bra revealing the large and sexy breasts of our teenage fantasies. Both of us unconsciously whistled appraisingly - they were by far the biggest tits we have ever seen. I caught Melissa's approving smile at our response before she submerged it beneath her outer misery-filled shell. Gerald stepped up and forced the woman over the metal framed end of her bed, her ass high and her head pressed into the mattress. Those great big breasts flopping around deliciously, practically hanging past her chin as she bent forwards at the waist. He took a tube of something and squirted a large amount of jelly between the cheeks of her sexy ass before reaching between to massage it into her tiny wrinkled anus. She was sobbing and begging again but reached around herself to hold her own ass cheeks wide when Gerald barked at her to do so. Satisfied after some lengthy minutes Gerald stood up and again inserted himself into the woman's juicy tight cunt - both of them moaning with pleasure. He fucked her vigorously and just as her pleasure was mounting he pulled out and pressed firmly but patiently against that tiny donut hole until the head of his dick slipped in. Melissa's moans of pleasure turned into hissing of pain, her hands letting go of her own ass cheeks finally as she clawed at the top of her bed. "Stop... oh god it hurts... please god save me...!" Gerald barely moved for some minutes until he began to move steadily in and out of that tiny tight hole - so that her rectum clung to him at each withdraw. Melissa's pain-filled hissing had slowly changed to her, now, familiar sounds of pleasure - moaning passionately as she was properly buggered. My buddy turned to me finally and hissed, "Get naked - you got to get a piece of this Liam!" I did, removing my open clothing - standing there stroking my painfully hard cock. "Go lay on her bed - I've got a plan." I did as instructed, no idea where this was going. Gerald suddenly withdrew from the woman's ass and she surprised me by grasping in loss, whimpering like a dog for more. With a loud slap on her big pale ass Gerald ordered, "Go and mount Liam slut." She looked at her sodomizer in fear before fumbling onto the bed, holding my cock high before descending. Already prepared it was an easy fit - snug certainly and very hot and very wet. Gerald climbed up onto the bed and ordered, "Now don't move!" She was watching him over her shoulder in fear, leaving those huge dangling tits just above my eyes - my hands finding them as soft and warm as I had envisioned. I felt the press of something long the lower length of my shaft and was surprised to realize that Gerald had again entered the woman's ass hole. Melissa on the other hand was grunting like a pig, breathing heavily as if there was not enough air, and looking wide eyed at nothing as if amazed. What then occurred was something I had never imagined doing - something so kinky that I wondered where Gerald had thought of it. "Like your double penetration bitch?" She was too far gone, her eyes unfocused and her mind unreachable. The mother of two and the wife of the respected and honoured pastor of our own church was humping her hips up and down and side to side as the two hard teenage cocks moved within her. I bit and chewed and sucked at those wide hard nipples and she did not seem to notice - so far gone in her lust-filled world that I felt more a spectator than a participant. Within minutes of our three-way joining she was screaming and jerking between us - climaxing uncontrollably. Gerald and I did not relent - this rape was not about her but him. Or us if my friend was in a generous mood that day. Five more minutes she was again screaming in passion as her orgasm shot through her in waves, her body now slick with sweat, her face and neck red with exertion. Then my buddy was grunting and with a loud bear-like groan I felt his cock jerking against my own - the thin wall separating could not disguise his climax. He withdrew and dropped onto a hard chair before the woman's cosmetic table. "Fuck her good Liam! She will never be able to stand her old man after today." I rolled Melissa over onto her back and her eyes settled on me, trying to focus and nearly failing. I fucked her hard and fast, her heels locked behind my thighs, her big fat tits rolling around her chest as if a small boat in high seas. My lips met hers and she kissed me back, almost frantically, desperately. Then I was filling her with my seed and she started to jerk with yet another climax barely a second later. It was over and I collapsed upon the warm sweaty soft flesh beneath me, she looking as if she had passed out - lifeless. After minutes of lying like this I rolled off, hearing the thirty nine year old snoring softly in her sleep. Had her life ever contained so much erotic pleasure? I sincerely doubt it. -*- The living room contained a smirking Gerald, watching a naked young boy and girl eating each other out in the middle of the floor. I saw that it was Melissa's thirteen year old twins. My buddy smirked at my entrance, "You would never have guessed - the good pastor's kids had been playing doctor for months. And Billy here likes watching mommy's big titties move around on her chest." I watched the sight sickened - haven't we done enough damage to this family already? Gerald was laying back, still naked, stroking his half hard dick unconsciously. "She coming out Liam?" "Asleep and snoring actually." Another malicious burst of laughter. "Billy? Stop it kids." The two looked up, lower faces both covered in saliva. They were smiling happily - a sight to haunt my nightmares forever. "Billy - your mom just had sex with Liam and I and is in her room sleeping it off. You didn't know your mom was such a slut did you?" "No sir." 'Sir', Gerald was only a couple years older than the twins. "Well I'm giving her to you Billy because I like you." The boys eyes widened in surprised delight. "She'll never say 'no' to you and she will never try to stop you from doing anything you want with her. I just fucked your mom up the ass and she loved it - but she'll never admit it." Billy nodded dumbly, his sister looking between her twin and Gerald. "Go to her room and give her a good hard fuck okay boy?" "Yes sir." Billy practically jumped up off the floor and ran out of the room in his excitement. "Amanda honey, come here." The girl blushed but crawled towards Gerald who spread his knees and drew the thirteen year old face to his half hard soiled cock. The young thing made a disgusted face, probably at the smell of her mothers ass on it, before opening her mouth and taking the head of the mind controller past her lips. Gerald looked up at me and smirked, "I may like old pussy but I also like tight new pussy too!" A good belly laugh. "Why not take Amanda's virgin ass with that monster you have while I take her cunt?" My head was nodding negatively before I even responded, "Na, I wanna save some for home." What did he mean by my 'monster'? Gerald smirked and nodded in understanding. In another part of the house the volume rose from the mother and son fucking - her familiar moans of pleasure, the bed I had not noticed was squeaking rapidly. The young boy was giving it to his mom evidently. "I'm going to stick around for the Pastor to get home." I was surprised and did not try to hide it, "Isn't that dangerous?" "You're forgetting buddy - I have nothing to fear from anyone. No, I think the Pastor will have to start paying me from the weekly donations from Sunday." I was shocked - was there no limit to his evil? "I will make him think it hush money - to keep the secret of his slut wife a secret and to pay for the use of his young daughter here." The evil laugh echoed in my head all the way home. -*- Mother slipped into her own bed next to me - wearing nothing but I could imagine she was smiling. "I bought some KY today my love - I would love to get fucked up the ass by you tonight!" She said this playfully, suggestively - but I was in no mood. "Not tonight mom." My voice must have been enough to freeze her mood - realizing that the man she wanted to make happy most in the world was in a negative frame of mind this night. She stiffened at my short comment and asked carefully, "Would you rather I call Lisa for you Liam?" "No mom - I am just tired okay?" A few heartbeats of silence before her body slipped against my own, "Of course my love." She was asleep in no time while my mind replayed this last week over and over. -*- Saturday -*- That morning I awoke mother by slipping above her, my cock finding her sex unready but not impossible to enter. She awoke with me slowly fucking her - our lips joining as we coupled slowly and almost desperately. It lasted a good long while and mother was out of breath and sweaty from her pleasure by the time I emptied my nuts into her cunt. To thank me she slipped down to my waist and licked my slippery soft cock clean before giggling like a girl and slipping into her private bathroom. Today was the big day of the show and for some reason it scared me. Lisa wold do anything I asked of her, Gerald and seen to that. But I cared for my younger sister and did not want her in the clutches of that crazed evil prick. What demented things would he cook up for our sisters while they lay together? Lisa awaited me in the bathroom - smiling lovingly as she slipped into the hot shower with me, washing me with a tender touch. I hated for her to be hurt - she was so innocent, so trusting and so sexy. That could all be ruined today by my best friend. I thanked my sister with a long passionate kiss that left her breathless and weak in the knees - silently telling her how much I cared for her. -*- Amy handed me the phone and sat back down at the table, it was Gerald, "I changed my mind buddy - why don't we do a 'mom' thing today?" "'Mom thing'?" A hand clenched my gut and twisted. Three sets of eyes looked at me, mother's looking almost fearful. She alone knew what was planned for today - knew how much I feared Gerald. "Ya, have her dress in something sexy. I have it all planned. See you at one!" The phone went dead and I hung ours up feeling like I should cry. "One this afternoon mom - you should wear something sexy." She lost all colour in her face at my words. Amy didn't seem to care. While Lisa looked from mom and I, knowing something was wrong but not having any idea what it was. -*- Theresa answered the door dressed in her Sunday best - but with subtle differences. An extra two buttons of her top was open, the skirt shorter than propriety dictated and the movement of her bosom suggested no harness. "Oh Liam - please come in! You too Emily - my goodness, you look lovely!" Mom wore heels, skirt and a loose blouse with thigh high stockings and nothing else beneath. From experience, I expected her not to be dressed for very long. She was practically morose as she followed me into the house. I followed Gerald's evil laugh to the living room to find him talking to Melissa and Janet. Two other moms that I was familiar with. Melissa looked nervous and Janet looked almost bored - distant. Theresa strode back to the couch and sat next to her grinning son, his hand quickly finding her nylon covered thigh beneath the short hem of her skirt. "This is going to be a blast isn't it buddy?" I looked at each of the four attractively, if a little suggestively, dressed middle-aged mothers and wives. "I think its going to be very interesting." He smirked and nodded, his hand slipping up beneath his mother's short skirt, her knees opening effortlessly and without pause, the elastic tops of her stocking tops visible. "Liam, would you turn the stereo on buddy? I've got a little idea." I did as directed, no idea what was about to happy - wishing my mom wasn't here. Loud hip hop music began to beat through the room and Gerald did the white-man-under-bite and bobbed his head. Mother caught my eye and she looked terrified, almost sick looking. "Okay ladies - I would like each of you to pair up and get on the floor and start dancing together." Melissa and my mom looked nervously at each other while Theresa stood up and took Janet's hand and lead her to the open area before the fireplace. Mom and the pastors wife nodded at each other and met in the same area. All four ladies reached for the other, a little awkwardly as they all went for the ladies position in the dance - which was solved by Theresa and Janet who simply wrapped their arms about the other, one high the other low, while mom and Melissa took the more formal position with Melissa taking the male classic position. It was soon obvious that none of the ladies had any idea how to dance to this hard rhythmic beat. I looked at Gerald to see his frustration upon his face, he too had realized the same as I. "Perhaps some different music?" His face brightened, "Good idea buddy!" I squatted next to the stereo and found some old music - some 50's kroner. It was soon obvious by watching the movements of the four ladies that they could find the beat of this music much easier. Theresa and Janet were soon in a hot passionate kiss, both sets of hands fondling the others generous ass. Mother and Melissa were both red in the face and often looked from the passionately kissing women to each other. They were the new girls at this party - having never experienced the debauchery of Gerald's little get together. It was Melissa that started it - tentatively kissing my mothers familiar lips, mother sighing in resignation returned it. They certainly were not nearly as passionate as their neighbours - it was almost tender, and to me, sexier to watch. Several songs in Gerald took everyone's attention by clapping his hands, "Find us something a bit livelier will you Liam? Okay cunts, now its time for each of you to give is a little solo show. Emily you're first - the others sit on that far couch and wait." I found a pop station on the stereo, pumping out 90's lighter flare. Mom stood looking terrified, looking at her peers to me but ignoring Gerald. Gerald was becoming impatient, "Move that big ass Emily!" She sighed deeply and then began to sway her hips around in a gentle sweep, her heels shuffling upon the floor to the beat, her shoulders rocking so that her breasts swayed upon her chest. She looked rather sexy to my eye but Gerald blurted out after only one song, "Stop! You're next Melissa." The pastors wife got up with tears in her eyes, her husband often preached about the evils of dancing and of the evil influence of modern music. Her movements were forced and less than appealing. Looking at Gerald I was surprised to find him smirking until I realized that he liked the fact that the woman was humiliated. But it was not to last, only the one song in Gerald again barked, "Your turn Janet." This short chubby forty four year old woman had no shame, her wide round hips bouncing wildly as she grabbed and shook her big tits, she humped her hips as if fucking the air - she was wild and I knew this was what Gerald had been looking for. She continued to dance to song after song until she was nearly breathless and was covered in sweat. Gerald finally stopped her performance by clapping which I joined. Theresa was next and danced two songs, trying to be as wild and provocative as Janet but failed miserably. At least to me. Looking at Gerald I could see the desire in his eyes as he watched his mom lewdly perform for him. Soon it was over and I turned the stereo off - all four ladies were lined up before the fireplace. With a command all four middle-aged women awkwardly removed their skirts, while still standing in their various height heels. Only Jane had not worn hose of any kind. Melissa was the only one wearing a panty. The bottoms of blouses and sweaters hid most everything but it also hid nothing - with a bark each held these to mid-waist exposing themselves from the waist down. "Lose the panty Melissa." Gerald looked disappointed and Melissa rushed to comply with fear in in her eyes. "All of you now turn around and face the wall, feet together and don't move." Gerald looked to me and smirked. Four middle aged asses, all generous in their proportions but all different in its own individual way. I've seen each ass at various times, sometimes even compared with another, younger, bottom - but never thought of all four at the same time. Melissa easily had the best ass - round and soft looking but without any extra fat, no hair between the cheeks of her ass, no stretch marks. My mom, surprisingly enough, had the next best ass. Gerald's mom Theresa was the bottom of my personal list, having a sprout of hair between her cheeks, was loose and flabby looking. "See a winner?" I nodded with my chin. He nodded in agreement. "Okay cunts, off with the tops and turn around when you are done." While the bottoms were different for the others, the breasts were even more so. Gerald barked and the three ladies bra's fell to the floor, my mother being the only one unencumbered. Melissa again won this contest - her large breasts were unblemished, hanging to perfection with the wide nipple still pointed north of the floor. Janet surprised me, her breasts were obviously the firmest of the middle-age teats. Theresa again came in an obvious last but I had my suspicions that Gerald's sick lusts clouded him to this fact. He nodded and I agree - the winner without a doubt. This time all four were spread out upon the floor on their backs - holding their legs behind the knees, they spread their thighs to expose their sex region. Mother and Melissa red of face, looking rather nervous in this exposed position. Gerald came off his seat and strode between each of the ladies one at a time. Then he did it again, this time to reach down to stroke the slits from tip to tail - of the four ladies, only my mother reacted with anything resembling the opposite of pleasure - each of the others having been conditioned for his use already. My best friend stood back and without consulting me nodded to my mom to indicate a winner. I was strangely proud. The next event was a little strange - when Gerald attached a six inch long cock shaped dildo that had a wide base that was firmly attached to the white wall of his living room - about knee height. He just nodded at his mom and she moved to kneel on the floor before this obscene contraption poking out from the wall, reached around to find it with her hand, she wiggled backwards upon her knees until she had the head of it spreading the lips of her sex. For the next several minutes she almost violently shoved herself against the wall piercing her sex with this thick cock - her voluptuous form bouncing wildly to her movements, the sounds of her sex echoing loudly at each thrust. I looked around the room to see Gerald smiling proudly, Melissa and Janet with a hand each between their own thighs slowly masturbating themselves, but mother looking from me back to Theresa with something resembling horror. Shuffling on the couch I came closer to my mom without anyone looking away from the show the old chubby woman was putting on, I leaned sideways to whisper, "Touch yourself to get ready mom." Her eyes blazed in a second of anger before she gulped and nodded - realizing as I did that things would be worse if she was not wet, if she did not perform to the minimal expectations set out by my buddy watching his mom across from me. Mom had told me she trusted me and I felt guilty that she was here, at how powerless I truly felt. The exhausted sweaty woman could barely crawl away when she was finally done had screamed out her climax. Gerald beckoned for his mom to come and sit on his lap as Janet moved to replace Theresa on the contraption. Before she could seat herself into the saddle Gerald playfully spoke up, "Each of you will have to clean it before your show." Janet looked up in confusion at Gerald who sighed at the frustration at having to repeat himself, "Lick the cock clean before fucking it." Janet barely acknowledged the statement but immediately turned around and went down on the average sized cock - sucking it clean as if it were a live man. Only then did she turn around and mount it with ease - soon she too was bouncing wildly against it. It took considerably less time than Theresa but I must admit that I spent most of my time watching my mom watch Gerald's neighbour while gently masturbating and preparing herself. Melissa was crying as she licked the cock clean, her tongue lapping as if it were a Popsicle. When she fucked it she went for long slow withdraws before shoving herself back to slap violently against the wall. Every few strokes she would stop with the cock deep within her to wiggle her hips, her moans of pleasure turning guttural each time. All the eyes in the room were watching the attractive thirty nine year old mom and wife bring herself off with surprising skill. My mom was last, trembling as she sucked the cock clean before mounting it. She looked at me nervously one last time before closing her eyes to concentrate. I will admit that I probably did not blink the whole time, my cock hard in my pants as I watched my mother bring herself off. Having learnt from watching Melissa, mother went for long slow strokes, her sexy body rocking and swaying to some hidden beat, those big breasts with her nipples nearly grazing the floor. Mother was breathing heavily with her mouth wide, her hips accelerating with each thrust until all could hear the loud wet sounds echoing from her fuck. When it was over my weary mom crawled to kneel at my feet, her head upon my knees while Theresa returned to the fake cock to clean my mother's juices from it with rather sloppy sucking movements. Gerald called a break - his mother and Janet going to the kitchen as was obviously planned, while the rest of us made our way to the dinning room. We at cold cuts, olives, buns and cheese in near silence. Me, I rather enjoyed sitting with the four naked middle aged women in this near-domestic scene. We again returned to the living room a half hour later and Gerald asked his mother to choose one of the other ladies. She chose my mom. "Make love." Was the only command and Theresa, having experience, took my mother to the space between the two couches and drew her to the floor together. For a long while the two kissed passionately, mother almost looking forced, hands stroking and petting the other, lips finding the soft flesh of the neck or the wrinkled hard nipples. Soon they were on the floor with, Theresa's face between my mothers soft thighs, lapping at her sex. Gerald's mom continued to take the lead, controlling everything until the two were in a sexy sixty-nine - with my mom on the top. My mom climaxed when Theresa was sucking on her clitoris and had two fingers in her anus. But the show did not stop there, my weary mother lay on the floor on her back while Theresa rode her face bringing herself off with my mothers face and tongue. Gerald's only comment, "Nice!" Melissa and Janet were next - Janet having to do all the work as Melissa was nearly comatose with her response but Janet was able to force a climax for herself. The two disengaged and Gerald sighed in disappointment, Melissa had failed to climax. The next event, and that was what it was, was carefully choreographed with my mom and Melissa bound wrist to ankle upon the floor, upon their shoulders and knees. Theresa and Janet slipped on their harness so that the large obscene cocks pointed outwards from their crotch. Gerald stated the rules - the first bound slut to climax would win for the couple. Theresa wasted no time and shoved her cock into my mom without any pause, grasping mom's soft hips, began to pound her hard and fast - mother grunting like an animal. Janet went a different route - slipping down to lick and kiss the anus, the vagina lower down. Then she came back up and knelt before the nervous face so that Melissa was soon sucking on the big fake cock, covering it in saliva in the process. Janet then moved back around and eased it into the pastors wife and began to slowly ease back and forth within the sexy voluptuous body. One thumb slipped into the anus before her and the other grasped the thick head of hair like a reign. Soon the room was filled with the exaggerated sounds of fucking - wet juicy cunts sloshing with the rubber cocks moving in and out, panting and deep breathing of the fuckers, grunts and moans from the fucked. It was a sight that I could not help but admirer - the voluptuous flesh rocking like an ocean with wild sexy movements. In no time at all Melissa began to scream with lust, clenching and jerking as her climax took her over the edge of insanity. "Stop!" Theresa pulled her cock from my weary mother and all but Melissa turned their heads to see what the 'prize' would be. Gerald looking disappointed at his mother explained the next scene in our debauchery. Mother and Theresa stood facing the fireplace, bent over to grasp their own ankles - wide soft asses facing their son's. Melissa, having slowly recovered, and Janet stood to the side of each of these bottoms holding a ping-pong paddle. "In time ladies!" Gerald began a slow torturous count and the paddles flew - the wide asses splatting violently, soon turning a bright red and the ladies screamed out in pain. It was at this point that I became very agitated - watching mother endure this painful humiliation. Melissa probably finished first because she had not climaxed from before right? Finally it was over - the count of forty complete - the bottom flesh well abused for both ladies. They were ordered to stay in this position even though both were sobbing loudly. Melissa and Janet then coated each anus with lubricant before inserting an odd looking object. Mother and Theresa grunted as the butt plug was forced into their rectum - a meter long mane of hair hanging from the end of the object still visible between the cheeks of their abused bottoms. Theresa ran to her son and fell prostate at his feet - mother came to me and did the same, her lips kissing the top of my bare feet. Gerald motioned Melissa over to his chair and she came willingly, straddling my best friends lap so that his hard cock disappeared into her soft supple flesh. Janet came to me and did the same without a word of instruction and as soon as I felt the woman seated upon my throne, i felt mother's lips take one of my balls into her mouth. I must admit that this whole affair - watching the four sets of middle aged mothers humiliate themselves - had excited me tremendously. Within only a few strokes I was gasping to contain the inevitable - my seed flooding into the chubby woman's cunt. I sat gasping as Janet slipped off my lap and sat beside me - mother moving upon her knees to paste her mouth to Janet's gaping cunt. I watched intrigued as my mom sucked out my cream from that raw-looking wet flowered open vagina and only looked up at me when she was done - coming over to lay her head on my knee, her eyes looking sad and tried. I watched my buddy Gerald fuck the sexy Melissa for a moment before pulling her ass off so his mom could suck his cock before reinserting into the pastor's wife. This went on for nearly two more minutes after I had completed before he coated his mom's face with her ejaculate. Both of us sat in silence - just smiling and nodding at the other. -*- Sunday -*- I had gone to bed by myself and woke with Lisa in my arms - her eyes were open and she looked so innocent, so delicious. I kissed her. "Good morning brother-dear." "Good morning Lisa." At that moment I recalled the day before - the long torturous and very sexy lesbian shows choreographed by Gerald. I had ordered Amy to see to mother, as she was in great pain from the spanking as well as the general abuse, dildo's and butt plugs the night before. Lisa had been sleeping when we had finally returned last night. A shudder ran through me - that could have been this innocent young thing abused the day before rather than mother. Of course I did not want to see either used in such a malicious manner but if it had to be one, at least mother was better equipped, mentally, to endure. Slipping out of bed I realized neither Lisa or I had any clothing on - and my cock was, as usual in the morning, hard. With a gentle smile I took my young sisters hand and guided her downwards - the direction enough for her to understand what I wanted. She had been well conditioned - anything I wanted she would do. Lisa sucked me in long tender movements - having gained in technique since the last time I felt her lips upon my cock and guessed that Amy had been giving some pointers. Her efforts were well appreciated and I let the climax approach without hindrance. She had trouble swallowing but did not hesitate to lick the missed drops almost as if she were starving. I pulled her back up to kiss her lips appreciatively. "Has Amy been teaching you a few things sis?" Surprisingly Lisa blushed and nodded, "Did I please you Liam?" She looked as if the fate of the world hinged on this one question. "Oh yes you silly girl, of course you pleased me." I could not have said anything more positive to my youngest sister and she beamed with pride, her smile wide. I kissed my twelve year old sister again and had to chuckle at myself - where I had been but a week before this. I gave my sister a gentle push and a nice slap on her hard thin ass to send her back to her room - giggling my sister went. Wearing loose boxer shorts and nothing else I found mother laying on her stomach in her bed looking rather miserable. My heart leaped with empathy while my soul was filled with remorse and guilt - I had enjoyed yesterday after all and had forgot how terrible it must have been for mother. If Gerald had instructed my mom to enjoy all sexual contact, it would have been different right? Instead, mother lived to satisfy me, to make me happy, not to endure the things she had done the day before. Yet, even through the humiliation and fear, I had seen mother climax more than once. More than that, I had felt her lips on my balls near the end - dutifully sucking me without a word of encouragement or request. Was there something in this harsh training after all? Rushing to the bed I sat down and pressed my lips to hers, she smiled at my show of empathy and smiled gently. "Its okay honey - I'm fine!" No she wasn't. I pulled the duvet down to her her thighs to expose her bare bottom - still bright red but with the blackness of bruising and the white of cream that Amy had applied. She had given me her trust to protect her and that trust had brought her to this. I felt terrible. I even felt guilt at not coming sooner this morning, but instead satisfying myself with Lisa first. After my gentle inspection mother carefully rolled onto her side, facing me. "I'm so sorry mother!" Tears came to my eyes and I felt terrible. It was at that very moment that I knew I had to do something. -*- Mom was pampered like an empress for the rest of that day - her three kids waiting on her hand and foot. Well, mostly her daughters, as mom felt guilty at my looking out for her that she demanded if I wanted to make her happy, that I would sit with her. In the afternoon mother tried to slip her hand into my shorts but I gently stopped her. Mother cried and apologized for not being a better mother, woman and lover. She sobbed as she told me she wished she were prettier and that if I wanted to leave her that I could. All this because I had turned her away from a sexual act. I kissed mom into silence and told her that I will have Amy 'take care of it' before supper - mother calmed slowly, but still looked miserable. "I am so lucky to have a son like you Liam." -*- Monday -*- After waking I knew I had to change my circumstances - a week of living in fear of Gerald had been too much, seen mother humiliated and used in this way was too much, knowing my sister Lisa was next was simply too much. Yet what could I do? Gerald had confided in me that his research into some text online, Egyptian I think he said, was what had given him these powers over others. How this could be makes no sense - but it was the only lead I had. Mother was at work and Lisa had gone reluctantly to school - wanting to stay home with me - while Amy was ordered to fulfil the duties of a maid, silent unless spoken too of course, while I strolled about the house in thought. She wore absolutely nothing and looked fabulous. What I needed was access to Gerald's computer - I had a variety of options if I was able to hack into it. But did I have to go that far - was there other, more clandestine ways to do what I needed? I had Gerald's router address - could that be enough? I went to Google and searched various sites for over an hour until I found it. A exploit for his router that caused each and every network packet to go through a proxy. It was lower level, an exploit that will not show up on the web interface. This was fucking perfect. Gerald, for all his brilliance, was hopeless with computers. Sure he can use them as well as anyone else but when it came to lower level stuff, I excelled. That was how we became friends, I'm the computer geek and he the book worm - as we had always called ourselves. So beyond the basic configuration of his router, we had given me remote access (as secure as we could of course) so that I could help him at those times he wanted to change something. So logging into his router and using the upload feature for the patches was used - effectively adding the exploit to his system. Next I remote shelled into it and used the command line to configure the Roxie to be my server here at home - which I configured next to begin collecting all this data, which I will need to organize later. Gerald's voice bellowed up from downstairs shocking me, my guilt causing my face to flush. It was the first time in our friendship that I had done something to intentionally hurt or lie to my best buddy and it was a sobering though - how far we had truly come. I found my older sister laying face down on the kitchen table with her head over the edge, Gerald pumping his hard cock in and out of her mouth. "Pick a hole buddy!" He was smiling rather widely today. I had to keep this pretence up, I had to be Gerald's best friend in crime as he went through woman after woman. I stepped up behind my eldest sister and slipped a finger into her cunt - it was slippery with her lust and her ass wiggled in delight at my touch. This wasn't right - she had been programmed to respond to me not Gerald. That means that something had been added to her without my knowledge - and that caused a cold chill up my spin, Amy could not be trusted. Gerald was holding my sisters very attractive face in both his hands as he pumped himself in and out of her. "You hate when your brother uses you right Amy?" What the hell was he doing? Gerald looked up and winked at me to be patient. I heard a muffled affirmative from my sister. "But you get so fucking hot don't you?" Another muffled reply. "When he looks at you in 'that' way he can't help but enjoy it. And when he touches you, you get so hot that you can barely stand. You hate him though right? Hate him to your core, especially when he fucks you, shoots come all over your face or makes you crawl around the floor like a bitch dog right Amy?" No reply this time but I could just make out that her eyes were open wide and looking up at the teenager that was talking while also fucking her face. "Nothing else on this earth can make you feel that good right Amy? Your own brother's filthy cock fucking that tight little ass hole of yours! Can you imagine it Amy?" I felt the cunt contract upon my fingers as Amy groaned long and loudly. Upon my own initiative, my second hand rose and fondled that hard round ass. Gerald was grinning, the likes of which I was learning, that signified something creatively demented was happening in his little sick mind. Amy had begin to pump her ass up and down, two fingers fucking her hot wet tight cunt while a third finger from the other hand was teasing her hard round anus. "I did something crazy yesterday Liam." His comment was a surprise - probably a change of topic. "Pardon?" He was grinning evilly, "I watched as Janet and Jane took turns with their dog." I blinked a couple times thinking I hadn't heard right. When I realized I had I knew he was looking for some strange sort of affirmation from me, as if it was okay to make a mother and her teenage daughter have sex with an animal for his viewing pleasure. "I didn't even know they had a dog?" What else was I supposed to say. He chuckled with the memory even as he continued to pump into my sister's mouth, "You should have seen it buddy - Janet was really into it, I mean she loved sucking on dogie dick. Jane was nervous but I tied her over the end of the bed and the dog gave her a good long fuck. She was fucking screaming 'it so hot' when the pooch came inside her, she thrashing about in her own orgasm. Mom sucked that dogie spooge out of her own daughter like she was desperate or something. Like I said Liam - fucking wild man!" He moaned then and dropped his eyes to look at my sister, "She has talent?" I answered honestly, "I know." We laughed together even as Gerald pumped his nuts into my sisters hungry mouth. We freshened up and went to the mall. -*- Over fries, shakes and burgers Gerald told me his 'master plan' to fuck every woman in town. I would have laughed if we hadn't spent the week on the first half dozen or so ladies of the town. Waving a ketchup covered fry in my direction, "Pick your next one buddy?" Pardon? I thought quickly back to my earlier mental lists and came up with a name almost immediately, "Lizzy - my dads secretary." Gerald's eyebrows rose in surprise, I'd never spoken about this woman to him. "Tell me about her?" He said interested. So I told him - dad's secretary, early forties, curvy but with fantastic legs she always showed off with above the knee skirts and hose, generous cleavage. What Gerald and I called a 'cougar' - divorced and horny. Divorced for many years and with a 14 year old son that I've never met. I told him that she had caught me checking her out in the past and she just smiles in return. "Sounds nice. You like 'em old and soft huh?" Gerald was smirking as I shrugged - I did, there was no denying it at this point. Then Gerald told me about his next additions to his harem - his cousins, twins, and their mother, his aunt. I took a sip of my shake to hide my disgust. -*- "Hi Lizzy, is dad here?" She looked up in surprise, her bright blue eyeliner applied a little too thick while her eyes looked from me to Gerald and back. "Oh Liam honey, he is out of town for a week. I thought you knew?" Gerald grunted with humour next to me, "Oh. Do you think Gerald and I could talk to you in dad's office for a couple minutes please?" My heart was pounding and my hands sweaty - I was introducing another person into our demented little world and I did not feel any better about it. In fact, I was sick to my stomach with self-loathing. "Of course honey." She stood up and unlocked dad's office door while Gerald did not hide his appraisal of the woman before us, giving me an elbow in agreement at looking at her wide round ass and curvy sexy legs in black sheer hose. The three of us stepped into the big corner office and Gerald spoke up for the first time, "Close the door Lizzy." She frowned but closed it behind us without a word. Gerald didn't waste any time, "Listen cunt - from now on you are Liam's personal fuck toy. Got it?" She just starred at Gerald wide eyed in shock. "Every centimetre of you belongs to him. If he doesn't want you then you belong to me. Understand?" Her eyes were wide with shocked confusion but I thought I saw a small nod up and down. "Good girl Lizzy. Listen, you have a teenage son right?" Her voice cracked but she was able to whisper, "Brian." "Well Brian doesn't know it yet but it is his lucky day." I felt bile rise up in my throat threatening me to throw up - I controlled it, just. "You go ahead and tell him who you belong to, tell him your life has changed. You tell him that while at home he can do anything he wants with you - anything but fuck your cunt or ass - you got that slut?" She nodded more notably this time - her round fleshy mature face starting to turn red, her brow beading with sweat. "For that privilege he will have to come ask your new 'master' right cunt?" For the first time since coming into my father's office Lizzy turned her wide open eyes towards me, her tongue slipping out to moisten her lips as she looked at me as if for the first time. "Thats right slut - look at your new master. There isn't another man alive that will make you feel as hot as Liam will. Hell, you won't even be able to have an orgasm unless Liam is inside you." Gerald burst out laughing. "Or coming all over you. Nothing makes you hotter than making Liam happy. Got it cunt?" Without taking her eyes from me Lizzy nodded. I hated what I had been forced to do - name this innocent woman simply to keep Gerald's interest until I can find a way from out of his grasp. But I could not deceive myself, as vile as this whole charade was, I was finding her damn sexy. My hand rose to grasp one of her over-sized breasts - finding it as soft and inviting as I had hoped. She gasped at my touch and pressed her chest into my open paw. "You are just a cunt Lizzy - remember that." I looked up to find Gerald retreating out of the door to dad's office, "I'll wait for you in the car - I saw this cute thing down the hall I want to talk with." With a wink he was gone. Lizzy never even seemed to notice, she was starring at me almost hypnotically, desperately, "Can I do anything for you Liam?" I wanted to say that Gerald was gone that she didn't have to do anything - but there was two problems with that. One was that I had a hard on in my pants that just wouldn't go away and the other was that Lizzy was already past reasoning with. "You ever fuck my dad Lizzy?" I don't know why I asked that - but I had always wondered. If the old man hadn't, what was wrong with him - she was such a deliciously naughty looking strumpet. Lizzy looked nervous for a moment, "I have yes. But not for a very long time and it was usually just a blow job." A long time? "You mean when he was still married to my mom?" "Yes." She was looking really nervous now - was she afraid that her answers would anger me to the point of not desiring her? "Are you excited right now Lizzy?" Her face took on a look of relief, "Yes I am. Very much!" I had to admit that I too was horny. Perhaps it was because I could have this woman that had been my father's, or perhaps I was just hot from the opportunity to have this woman after years of fantasizing about her. "I want you bare assed and bent over dad's desk Lizzy." It was said softly, but I was pleased when she jumped to comply. All too soon that big round softly curved ass was arched towards me exposing all its delights. And it is really not much to tell - I shoved my cock into another hot wet cunt and fucked her to three orgasms before I had her on her knees so that she could swallow my load. I left the bitch licking her lips of any trace of sperm and found Gerald talking to this hot number by the water cooler. Her gave her a sloppy kiss and a pat on the ass at my approach. In the car he chuckled as he said the twenty-something clerk with the perky titties had a younger sister and that he had scheduled a 'date' for the next Friday. -*- I felt a growing fear within me - not only for mom and Lisa but also for myself. I knew I had fucked Lizzy not because of any old fantasy or even because I needed to get laid, it was because I enjoyed the power of the situation - having this middle aged woman do anything I say. No, its more than that - this woman who had been unattainable before a week ago was suddenly changed to be my personal toy in just minutes. This was scary to me - how I felt so excited by the act. I thought this and much more as I sat in the living room as my mother sucked my cock with long slow loving movements. I really liked this, this control I had over mom and my sisters, over Lizzy. I'm a normal fifteen year-old guy that had just been handed the keys to the fucking kingdom! No guilt was left from mother's abuse Saturday - so I had allowed her to 'make it up to me' with this simple act of sucking her son's cock. That didn't mean I was ready to share her with Gerald - far from it, I was more possessive of her than ever. My hand fondled mother's messy hair as she gently sucked up and down, side to side, making oral love to her boy. In response to my gentle touch she mewed with pleasure, reverberating my hard cock delightfully. Amy walked through the living room with a arm full of towels, purposefully ignoring mom and I, as she strode by wearing a tee-shirt and nothing else. Fuck she still had the most perfect of asses! If I could get the secret from Gerald some way I could protect mom and Lisa and still enjoy this power I held over them. Then I didn't need, or fear, my best friend. -*- Tuesday -*- The first thing I did upon waking was to check my computer for the data collected from cracking into Gerald's firewall. Just a few emails, no browsing. Looking at the emails I was surprised to find that Billy had sent two dozen low quality photos of his sister Amanda and him doing their mom, the delicious Melissa. The other was from Christine, Gerald's official girlfriend, writing about her love for him, how she can't stop from touching herself constantly while thinking about him. Nothing about ancient Egyptian mind control shit. Fuck. There was something that caught my eye, something in his log that didn't make much sense. An encrypted connection from an invalid IP, I checked, coming into his machine through the firewall. The thing was, the firewall was not configured to accept this port or source IP, nor to forward it directly to Gerald's computer. It didn't seem right and shut down my connection. My phone rang making me jump. On the other end, loud music and numerous voices, "Liam?" "Gerald? What the hell are you doing - sounds like a party?" The malicious evil laugh of his, "It is. I have the cheerleader squad over for a 'pyjama party'." The way he said this, it didn't sound at all innocent - and of course it wasn't. I forced a short laugh, "Anyone actually wearing pyjama's Gerald?" Another evil laugh, "Okay, you caught me. Want to come over?" I didn't, but dare I make him think I wanted to distance myself from him? "Do jocks get crotch rot!" -*- What I witnessed on entering into Gerald's house was an all out orgy of flesh - female flesh as my buddy was the only guy in attendance. There was a few articles of lingerie, some lace here, nylon there - but for the most part, every teenage girl from the cheer-leading squad was naked, rolling around in playful lewd acts of lust. There were nearly twenty girls in attendance! Then I spotted a woman looking out of place amongst the piles of hard-bodied teenage flesh - the female gym instructor, Ms. Malone. She was a short, overly muscular woman, that was closer to fifty than forty - and she looked like she was having the time of her life. Five of her girls were working on her alone, tongues, fingers, lips and flesh all in use to pleasure her middle-aged body. Gerald was seated on his carpeted floor, he had two fourteen year-olds working on his cock while one of the senior's was bouncing up and down fucking herself on his big toe. He looked rather like the king-shit he was. I waved at him and he just motioned for me to take a hole, any hole. My hands removed my clothing faster than I can tell you. -*- The cheerleader and Ms. Malone were dismissed. They left at four o'clock, exhausted, spent but all smiling and already talking about the wild things they had done together. That left an exhausted Gerald and myself, laying on the floor and couch, respectively. Theresa, Gerald's mom had come home a half hour earlier and was disappointed when her son told her she was not invited to the orgy. As soon as the last teenage girl had left she was moving around cleaning up the vast mess they had left. I wondered how she was going to get all the spots out of the carpet. "That was the most fucking amazing thing I've ever done!" And I meant it. I was a nerd remember, even in my fantasies did I dare not imagine an afternoon the likes that I just experienced. Gerald lifted his head, his eyes half closed and unfocused, "You said it Liam." We were a sticky mess ourselves - a multitude of saliva, sperm and vaginal juices coated our bodies. I only realized this when I took a determined breath and started to dress, having a hard time finding my clothing amongst the destruction of Gerald's living room. Theresa helped by finding my socks, wrinkling her nose at the scent of my body as she drew close. Gerald was sitting up, his head bobbing almost comically. "I think we should do this regular, what do you think buddy?" I gave him a wide smile. The girls might just kill me, but what a way to go! I waved my goodbye but Gerald was snoring lightly with his head tilted back onto the couch behind him. The fresh air of the late afternoon refreshed me, having been undulated by the scent of teenage girls and their excited young pussies for hours. Stepping down the the walkway leading to Gerald's house I saw a car, nothing special in and of itself, but there were to guys sitting in it just looking at me. It caused the hairs on the back of my head to raise up and I doubled my step to get out of there, noticing that they were not watching me but the house. What the hell is going on? -*- A dinner invitation by Gerald was not something to pass up. After a long hot shower and then an hour in front of the television, I dressed and met Gerald outside - driving a new car this time, a new BMW. "Nice wheels?" He was dressed rather nicely for him. "Thanks." I waited but no answer to where the expensive car came from and just left it. The dinner, as I was to find out, was at Melissa's house. You remember, the wife to our family pastor, the mother of two and one of the hottest middle-aged ladies in town. The pastor opened the door and let us in - he didn't look pleased in the least. Billy came running around the corner and waved to us happily. At least one person was benefiting from Gerald's unrestrained lunacy. Amanda came a few seconds ahead of her mother from the kitchen, dressed in a pretty dress. Her mom, Melissa in an attractive skirt and loose silk blouse. Gerald and I were both devouring the sight of the sexy mother and wife when the pastor hissed at us still by the door, "You are the devil's instrument Gerald." I was a little shocked but Gerald did not even seem to hear him. He walked up to Melissa and they lip-locked, his hands all over her sexy round ass. All eyes watched. The door slammed breaking the moment, Gerald finally acknowledging the pastor with an evil look, the pastor just starred back. Melissa called out breaking the tension, "Boys, please be seated - supper in two minutes. Amanda, would you help me dear?" She sounded nervous, on edge. Sure Gerald had made her defenceless to his whim but she was conscious enough to realize how wrong the things she was doing were. The pastor just glared at Gerald, only taking a break to look with daggers at me. Gerald was still ignoring him, having seated himself at the head of the table he addressed Billy, "Have you been fucking your mother frequently Billy?" The thirteen year-old boy's face would have cracked if he had smiled just a millimetre more. "Oh ya. Amanda too!" Gerald laughed with the boy, I just looking at the angry humiliated pastor. "Have you tried her ass yet?" The boy nodded in the affirmative, "Much tighter than her cunt." Gerald nodded sagely even as the two ladies brought the platters of steaming food in to the adjoining dining room. The conversation was forgotten as the table was overflowing with food - each of us heaping a mound of it onto our plates as if we were starving. Only the pastor sat with his plate empty - but no one seemed to notice. Billy continued, his mouth half full of mashed potatoes, "I wanted to ask you a favour Gerald?" My best friend nodded with his fork for him to continue. "Is it possible to get other ladies to fuck?" The near innocent way he asked this caused Gerald to bark out laughing and even brought a smile to my face. Just showing the depths of depravity that we have sunk to find such a question funny. After Gerald calmed down, "Depends on who it is?" Billy looked pleased not to have been dismissed so quickly. But before he could say a word his mother spoke harshly, "Billy! I told you that you are to involve no one else in this young man!" "Mom!" "Amen", added the pastor. Gerald said ever so civilly, that caused the hairs on the back of my neck to stir, "Why ever not Melissa? He is a growing boy after all, with needs as you well know." Her face turning bright red she quickly responded, "I... I don't want to have anyone else go through what we are." I felt nothing less than pity for the woman, her response was spoken carefully and aimed not to antagonize her mind-controller. Gerald looked at the woman and then at her son for nearly a minute before responding, "Do you enjoy when your son fucks you Melissa?" All eyes on her, the pastor almost threatening. She nodded. How could she not, she had been conditioned to enjoy every sexual touch, hating as well as loving it. "Is there anything that turns you off when you are with your son? Taste of his come maybe or perhaps when he fucks you in the ass?" Again not a sound but she nodded so that all in the room realized just how much of a slut Gerald had turned this poor woman into. "Do you at least get turned off, jealous or anything, watching your son fuck his own sister?" This time she did not even answer, just stare at her plate of food. "Stop this you devil spawn!" Gerald and I turned to the pastor in surprise, his hate, his disgust obvious on his face. Looking at the tormented father and husband, Gerald spoke, "Tell us who else you want to include Billy?" The boy, and that was what he still was regardless of his latest sexual adventures, spoke nervously, listing off about twelve women and girls of which I only knew three. Gerald broke out laughing. "How about only two to start?" I was wrong, Billy's grin could get bigger. -*- Billy was behind his naked mother, roughly plunging himself in and out of her very excited cunt. The woman was facing me on her hands and knees, my cock inside her mouth and at each thrust of her son, threatened to dislodge her from my dick. Gerald was directing the charade with the young pre-adolescent Amanda on his lap, his cock inside her hairless sex and she wore a face of pure bliss. The pastor was seated in his easy-chair at the far end of the room, his face red and his hands claws on the worn arms of his chair. He didn't say a word as his family were abused and used by Gerald and I - having been ordered into silence a few moments before stripping. Looking into the face of the pastor's wife, Melissa, I was left feeling sorry for her. Beautiful regardless of her age, forced into a cold life as the pastor's wife and neglected by both her husband and now Gerald, to say nothing of her son or I. Like I, Gerald was barely into the coupling - the thirteen year-old girl fucking him slowly - and looked at me almost bored. "I have a deal for you Liam old buddy?" A cold hand clenched my heart, "What is it Gerald?" "Your sister for mine? Even trade?" His eyes were gleaming evilly. I felt the bile come up from my stomach, threatening to puke up the huge supper I had digested. "Its a little uneven maybe, as Amy is six years older than Sara." A wave of warmth flowed through me, thankful that he was not talking about my younger sister Lisa but rather my treacherous older sister. I realized this was the moment not too appear too complacent. Gerald had desired Amy from afar for years before the power to enjoy her had somehow come to him. "Hardly a far trade?" Gerald sighed, realizing that I was not going to give in too quickly. Before his anger could rise and my life ruined I continued, "Throw in Angel as well and you have a deal?" I really did not care what happened to my older sister. Gerald broke out laughing, nodding in acceptance of my delicious plan. -*- Amy left our house without a backward glance, Lisa, mom and I just watching her get into Gerald's expensive new car. "When is she coming back Liam?" "I don't know Lisa." Mom hugged my arm to her body - realizing as I, it could have been any one of them to be summoned as her eldest daughter was. Unlike Amy though I would have given up more of a fight, probably with a much more unfortunate ending. The car drove off with a squeal of tires. Lisa looked a little sad and disappeared back further into our home. Mom took me into her arms an lovingly kissed my lips before looking into my eyes, "I know you are doing everything you can to protect us Liam and I love you more for it." The truth was, I hadn't done anything to save Amy - I had let her go far too easily. -*- Wednesday -*- The house the next morning was busy. Gerald's mom had dropped her daughter and best friend off at our house around midnight - looking like they had endured a going away orgy. Lisa had taken it upon herself to ease the two nervous teenage girls into our home, eyeing me as if I were the cat and they the mouse. Did they think me as evil as Gerald? Mom washed me in the shower, her curvy frame looking rather delicious and just when I intended to reach out and enjoy her sexy body she spoke breaking my mood. "Sara is bleeding from her anus this morning." My god. "Does she need a doctor?" Mom was concerned, frowning, "I don't think so. Lisa is nursing her with Angel's help." "How is Angel doing? Will her folks be looking for her?" Mom was kneeling before me, beneath my half hard cock, but so distracted was she that she did not even realize my condition and continued to wash my legs. "From what I can gather, seems Gerald had conditioned them long ago so that she usually stays with Sara. She is doing okay but I think it was her that hurt her friend, probably with a strap-on." Mom didn't add that the girl had no option, Gerald had probably directed the lewd scene as he so frequently does - we both understood this new life we lived. Standing back up, my body fresh and clean, she looked me soberly in the eye and asked, "Would you kill him to save us Liam?" The question shocked me - having never thought things could go so far. "Theresa and I talked a little when she dropped the girls off last night," Gerald and Sara's mother, "she is like a zombie - living in fear of that monster she spawned while needing sex like an addict." A little guilt slipped into my soul at this moment - as evil and crazy as Gerald was, I too had felt the pleasure of power. Any woman, any time and any way you want - it was more than a litany, it was a way of life. It brought up the question that I was forced and feared to ask, "Do you regret us... you know mom?" Mother hugged me firmly, giggling when she felt my semi-erect penis pressing into her slippery wet flesh, "It has been some of the best days of my life Liam. I just wish we could have found this love without Gerald's evil spell." "So do I mom." Our lips met as my hands slipped down the abundant flesh to grasp that sexy round ass. -*- There was no embarrassment as I gently pulled Sara's buttocks apart to look at her tiny pink abused anus. There was clear coat of some substance applied there but not blood - just red and tender looking. I gave Lisa a pleased smile, "You make a good nurse." She beamed at my comment. I looked over at Angel to see her red sad face. "It wasn't your fault Angel." The cute little thing nodded but it was obvious that she didn't believe me. Strange how Sara had looked so pleased and excited when she related how she had successfully seduced her best friend to her brother while I listened - to this, scared, humiliated and in pain. Like war victims I realized with a start. I stood suddenly, "Well, I want you to stay in bed and get better do you hear me Sara?" She was looking at me as if she was only partially listening, but she did nod minutely in agreement. "You and Angel can share this room", it had been Amy's, "and you will listen to mom and Lisa unless I say otherwise. Okay girls?" All nods. I left with mom following. "Those poor things." I agreed and then quickly left the house suddenly feeling incredibly turned on for some reason and not thinking now was the right moment. -*- Walking down the road I realized that there was a black SUV following me over a block away. Two guys inside that creeped me out. Theresa, Gerald's mom, let me into their home. Her eyes hollow and her smile forced. I found Gerald with a small crowd in the living room - the same room that has been the centre of so much in the last week and a half. Billy was standing beside a twenty-something year-old woman that I've never seen before. Melissa was seated by herself on the opposite couch, her daughter and another unknown teenage girl were seated on either side of Gerald. I motioned for Gerald's attention, "I need to talk to you?" He just waved at me to silence, "Later buddy." He was grinning at the scene before him so you know this wasn't good. Billy walked slowly around the trembling scared looking woman, "When was the last time you had sex with your husband Louise?" "Two days ago?" It was obvious the woman was terrified, it was also obvious that she couldn't not reply to the question. Gerald's work of course. I sat next to a somber Melissa. "That long. Do you think he is fucking someone else?" The woman, Louise, looked shocked at the question, "No, of course not!" "When was the last time he fucked you in the ass?" She seemed disgusted at the question, looking at the young man circling her for the first time since my entrance, "My god! Never!" "You have a sexy bum - I would fuck your ass as often as I could if you were mine Louise. In fact I took my sister Amanda's anal cherry last night." The boy was obviously proud. I had witnessed the scene last night - Gerald directing it all of course. The mom using her tongue and fingers to prepare her daughter, the young boy in his eagerness had drove in regardless, causing his sister to cry out in pain. Louise just hung her head and sobbed loudly at the incestuous information. Billy turned towards Gerald and smiled hugely who spoke up finally, "Not bad. Not bad at all Billy. Your teacher is a hot number." Billy smiled proudly. "Have her strip." The woman jerked in response, Billy turning back to her to order, "Take your clothing off Louise." With tears down her eyes she did as her young student ordered. The teacher was attractive in a plain sort of way - pale flesh, small breasts, wide hips. Her whole body was shivering violently but no one seemed to notice as the male eyes in the room appraised her. Billy's jeans had a large dent in them from his erection. Melissa was looking everywhere else but at her son, Gerald or the fearful woman in the middle of the room. Finally after some minutes of silence, Gerald spoke up, "Not bad Billy. But how bad do you want her?" The question surprised the young boy and he mumbled, "What do you mean Gerald?" The devil shrugged unconcerned, "I mean you bring this nice fresh thing, your sisters best friend", his hand patting her thin thigh as she sat silent nervous, "and then your teacher. And you have to admit that though both are very fine, they are two completely different sorts of pleasure - don't you agree?" The boy did not understand. Gerald continued, obviously put out that he had to explain himself to a mere thirteen year-old boy, "Do you prefer your cunt old or young Billy?" The boy obvious got it, his eyes looking between his mother and sister. I doubt he ever separated the available women in his life by age until this moment. An evil laugh and I saw Melissa crying from the corner of my eye, "Older cunt is loose but experienced. The younger variety is so much sweeter, tight and firm, but they need to be trained, guided. Which do you prefer?" All in the room realized that there was more to this question than simply small-talk. The boy was standing nervously, shuffling on his feet, unable to answer and looking almost younger than his thirteen years, if possible. "I thought I liked my cunt older but I've come to appreciate the younger sluts." This was news to me. He looked firmly at Billy, "Would you give up your mother for Louise and this young filly next to me?" Billy turned towards his mother almost guiltily, she only looking at the floor before her feet. "Yes I would." The answer surprised me - I wouldn't give up my mother for any treasure in the world. Gerald was smiling evilly again. "Why is that Billy? Why give up your mother after less than a week?" He seemed eager for the answer. Billy turned away from his mother, as if symbolically discarding her, and answered with more assertiveness this time, "I like girls closer to my own age... and a little thinner." Gerald exploded in laughter while I felt the misery of the woman seated next to me - humiliated by being forced to sexually serve her son then discarded because of her age and weight. Her life before and after that fateful day only last week must be nothing less than tragic. The controller of all our fates calmed his malicious humour down to continue to torment us with words, "I give you your teacher Louise Billy but I take away your mother." The only one laughing was Gerald. Billy was looking nervously at Gerald, wondering if he should laugh too. The rest of us only felt horror - we but the puppets on strings. "Oh, you can gave this skinny thing as well." Gerald took his hand from the still-unnamed girl beside him and stood as if to leave. "Melissa, it seems your homeless. You wanted to talk to me buddy?" Gerald strode from the room without a backward glance, in minutes ruining even more lives, as he expected me to follow. And follow I did. "I think someone is following me Gerald?" Wearing a milk moustache from his half empty glass in his hand, the fridge still open where he had retrieved his drink, looked at me sceptically. "What makes you think that buddy?" I took a deep breath and told him about the SUV, about the car, both with men watching. He looked at me carefully before asking, "Are you sure you're not imagining all this Liam?" It came to me then, Gerald felt invincible - the power making him feel like he could do anything. It was obvious that Gerald didn't believe me, it was also obvious that my position with him was suddenly precarious and I had no idea why. I took a breath and stepped back and lightly spoke, "Maybe you're right - too much pussy and not enough sleep!" Chuckling as if on cue. Gerald was frowning at me before his face brightened and he chuckled as well. "Or not enough pussy?" I laughed that much harder, knowing my place. He turned to return to the living room, where not a sound came - probably the people in there shocked at what just happened. "What are you going to do with Melissa Gerald?" He stopped and thought for a second, "Not sure. Maybe get her to whore herself in the city?" I could see where he would like that, the pastor's wife selling herself for all dicks willing to pay. And the truth be told, he was probably bored with her - its been almost a week right? I mean he tossed me his sister on a whim and he just confessed to liking young pussy over old! "Mind if I take her for a while?" My mouth was suddenly dry, and I imagined that I was overstepping my luck. He looked at me a moment then broke into a wide evil smile, "Haven't had enough of her huh? Sure, take her - I don't really care." -*- The rest of that day was busy with the ladies retrieving things from their homes, each helping the other and mother directing the new sleeping arrangements. The two mothers seemed to hit it off immediately, appearing to talk with just a look, seemingly understand the other with but a nod. Mother came to me that night and after making slow passionate love, I fell asleep still embedded inside her comforting vagina. -*- Thursday -*- I awoke to the most exist beginning that I have ever had upon awakening. Mother and Melissa were taking turns sucking my cock, kissing my thighs and waist, licking my balls. They were being gentle but upon seeing my eyes looking at them, doubled their efforts and I felt myself the meat in a thick sexy sandwich. The two moms took turns sitting upon my throne and fucking themselves aggressively. Whenever it appeared that I was enjoying myself almost too much they would stop and switch places, giving me a moment to catch my breath, to calm myself. Not only did they bounce delightfully up and down but the one that was not seated would fondle the other, kissing and sucking on lips, nipples, anything exposed. This lasted surprisingly a long time and I took the initiative and I positioned both middle-aged ladies on their knees, those big sexy round asses high and wiggling for my attention. The mom's passionately sighed and gasped as I aggressively fucked each, holding onto soft hips as I thrust before feeling that familiar tingle before pulling out, taking a breath and moving to the next raised ass. In this way I brought both to climax - mother and then a moment later, Melissa. The sexy ladies lay facing each other, weary from their climaxes but passionately kissing as I stroked myself above them. It began to rain sperm and then they turned their open mouths upwards, towards the downfall. In all, a fucking fantastic morning. -*- "Who?" "Brian. My mom is your father's secretary." The voice sounded squeaky, young. "Oh, hello Brian. Are things going okay?" He was Lizzy's son and what Gerald and I had done with her, to them, came back to me like a flood. He chuckled which told me more than any amount of words could have, "Mom said that I had to call you if I wanted...?" Gerald's commands came back to me and I found guilt hit me for how I treated this woman, "Yes?" Even to my own ears, I heard my disgust. "You know, I want to have sex with her?" "Sex... with your own mother?" Another chuckle, as evil as Gerald could have produced, "Yea. We've had plenty of fun, you know what I mean? But I want to do more?" "More?" I sat down on the couch by the back door and sighed thickly. "I don't know what you did to her but I have to thank you - I mean things have changed for the better around here." A long belly laugh. "I am glad you are having fun." What else could I say? "Oh yea. Mom has kept me and the guys smiling these last couple of days. But we want more, know what I mean buddy?" He couldn't have said anything more disagreeable, 'buddy' was what Gerald called me and I'm getting more disgusted at that relationship by the day. "What 'guys' Brian?" He must be able to hear my disgust? "My friends and I. We keep the old lady busy if you get my meaning?" More laughter. It was obvious he had not idea how disagreeable I felt about him. And I did get his meaning. "Give me your address Brian - I'd like to come over and see just how much fun you guys are having?" He sounded surprised for the first time but gave me his address. Not too far away, a short bus ride. -*- Lizzy was wearing stained black stockings, torn in half a dozen places, her makeup a mess, her body soiled and dirty, her hair knotted and wild, her eyes hollow. The one thing that tore my heart was when she saw me, her face brightened up. Forty-one years-old, wearing a dog collar and had a leash on. A dog bowl sat on the floor beside her, both within the closet by her laundry room. Two of Brian's friends were in the other room, skateboard dorks, laughing and throwing me thumbs up for delivering Lizzy to them. Brian proudly showed me his pathetic mom, a puddle of her own urine was in the corner. Anger welled up within me. "Isn't she supposed to be at work?" Brian laughed evilly. Was he stoned? "We are just having a little fun. Right mom?" He roughly poked her with his dirty running shoe. Lizzy was pleading with me with her eyes and I felt like beating her son to a pulp. I bent down and unhooked the leash from her collar, "Come on out of there Lizzy." She thanked me with her eyes, but when I tried to help her to stand her legs buckled and would not hold her weight. "Where is your room Lizzy?" She nodded in a general direction and off I went. From the smell and touch, it was obvious the woman hasn't bathed for days and that has been abused, sexually and otherwise, for the whole time. Easing her into the tub, stockings, collar and all, I turned the warm water on and let it fill up. Brian had followed silently, looking puzzled why I would be doing this small act of kindness for his own parent. I forced him from the bathroom and into a doorway that was obviously her bedroom and I was shocked at the state of it. Lingerie was flung about upon the floor, there were ropes at various strategic places that was obviously seen use, a ping-pong-paddle lay in the corner, various porn mags strew about, a tripod without the camera. What horrors had the woman endured here? "Whats up Liam? You are acting strange and all buddy?" I poked him in the chest non too friendly. "Take your friends and get out of here okay?" He started to grin, "You want to be alone with the old lady - no problem buddy, I get it?" He winked and I hated him. "About her cunt and ass - can we agree...?" I shoved him out the door and slammed it in his face. This being one of the bravest acts of my life as I was no hero. I stripped the stockings and removed the collar from the sobbing woman before gently scrubbing her clean. It took nearly ninety minutes and three changes of tub water before she appeared to be clean. How had we ended up here like this? I knew how but hated facing the monster that I had become, all because of the power that Gerald was offering. It was pitiful how she batted her eyes and thrust her breasts towards me suggestively as she gathered up some clothing. Even now, barely clean from her ordeal, she was attempting to seduce me. Proof that Gerald's conditioning took hold no matter what. With only a few clothes and toiletries, Lizzy drove to my home. -*- It was the first time mother became angry with my collection of women, of my choice of new roommates. I tried to reason with her, to tell her some of what she had endured for the last days but mom just hissed that Lizzy was a slut and deserved as good as she got. I realized then that this was a deeper wound than I could fix with mere words. Dad had left mom for other women - one of which was this middle-aged cougar now standing in her home. Lisa stepped in again and helped Lizzy find a room out of sight in the basement - not understanding her mother's obvious hatred and just doing what her brother told her to do. I consoled mother for nearly an hour after, while she sobbed in my arms. At one point mom looked up looking miserable and said that there was two better looking ladies here than her. It was a strange statement but I realized that she had a low self esteem, especially after dad had neglected and left her. I did what I had to do - I took mother into my arms and tenderly fucked her for a good long time while kissing her lips and telling her how much I cared and loved her. It helped - a lot. After we lay together and I told mother that I was going to call a meeting with all our new roommates to announce that besides myself, she was in charge of our new family. This helped a little as well and to show me how thankful she was, she sucked my cock clean while keeping her ass close enough for me to fondle. -*- The living room was never large enough for the crowd it now held. Every woman there was mine, every one conditioned by Gerald. No one said a word when I said my mom was going to be in charge around the house - that everyone had to listen to her as if it were me. No one argued no one said a word. The three girls would be sharing Lisa's room, with a mattress on the floor for Sara and Angel. I would hear later that many an evening was occupied as all three shared the mattress. Melissa got Amy's old room. Mom took mine. Lizzy took a room in the basement and wisely didn't complain at all. I took mom's old room and larger bed, but usually had at least one woman with me each night. My mother being my hands down favourite bed warmer. The meeting broke up with all the women talking at once, all but Lizzy who stayed quiet in the corner. In this pandemonium my sister Lisa took me aside and aggressively pressed me against the wall to passionately kiss me, "I miss you big brother." Whew! "I miss you too Lisa." "Can I come to you tonight?" I smiled, her desire so obvious. I nodded, already anticipating her visit. "Do you want me bring Sara or Angel?" It was on the tip of my tongue to say no - that I wanted some private time with my young sister, but the thought of those three sexy things with me was too much. "Is Sara feeling up to it?" Lisa smiled knowingly, "I know she is!" I was going to ask what she meant but Melissa strode by with a wink in my direction, the interruption enough to break Lisa and I apart. -*- Being the the only cock amongst the three early teenage girls was like being in the centre of a whirlwind. Plenty of firm teenage girl flesh, budding nips, hairless vagina's and plenty of giggling. Angel and Sara took turns riding me, Lisa licking me clean between each ride. It was wilder and more chaotic than Melissa and mom, just the level of intensity, the uninhibited energy. Coming close to climax, my head was pressed back into my pillow with my eyes clamped tightly shut so that I did not notice Lisa climb on. A loud scream, more pain than pleasure filled my ears and I opened my eyes to see my sister seated on my lap, my cock fully submerged inside her very tight adolescent cunt. "Lisa?" She opened her eyes and breathed deeply, "Its done big brother. Oh god, you feel so good!" She closed her eyes again and started to move up and down ever so slowly, her face a mask of bliss. Sara stuck her tongue into my mouth while Angel began to kiss my sister. At that point I returned to my pleasure-filled cloud and simply enjoyed. We fucked for nearly four hours, well past midnight when we fell asleep together. -*- Friday -*- "Liam? Do you know where Gerald is?" Theresa, his mom, was on the phone and sounded worried, scared. "I haven't seen him, sorry." "Its not like him to disappear for two nights like this. I don't like it!" A hand clenched my gut and I remembered the two sets of men watching! "If you see him, please tell him I am worried?" "I will." She hung up. I turned to Melissa who was seated at the kitchen table watching me, "I hope everything is okay?" "Me too." Mom came in the kitchen and saw Melissa and my face, "Anything wrong?" "Gerald is missing." The three of us just looked at each other, this short statement could be a blessing or a bane. The three girls had been chased out by mom early this morning - forcing them to return to school for the first time in over a week. My plan was to take Melissa and mom to bed for a nice lengthy screw - as these two middle-aged babes knew how to have fun. In fact I had Melissa cornered at the counter with my hand beneath her skirt and two fingers in her already wet cunt when the phone rang. Gerald could be shacked up with some hot celebrity or more girls that I didn't know about yet. Then again it could be worse, cracked up his new car and laying unconscious in a hospital somewhere. Lizzy came into the room almost silently, as she tended to do around the house since her joining us, looking around nervously as we turned our heads at her entrance. She blushed and mumbled something about her breakfast dishes - as she even ate in her room where most people are otherwise occupied. Mother glared at her as normal. "Just a second Lizzy. Mom, I want you to do something for me.?" Mom turned her head and her whole face just softened, her eyes twinkling at the prospect of doing something to make me happy - Gerald may not be with us but his influence is. "Of course my love?" "I want you to take Lizzy up to your room and make love to her for the rest of the morning?" Mom's face underwent a half dozen emotions, shock being one of the more obvious. "Lizzy, you are to go with mom and do everything she says. I want you to do everything in your power to please my mom okay?" Lizzy didn't look too sure but nodded never the less, nervously looking at my mom who was glaring at me. "Don't make me do this Liam?" I just glared back at her so that she made a snorting sort of noise, reminiscent of before that fateful day that Gerald found his power, and turned and stomped away. Lizzy followed nervously a moment later. Melissa whistled lightly then gave me a 'I hope you know what you are doing look'. With a wiggle of my finger, the pastor's wife followed me to my room. To the sound of mom and Lizzy's pleasure, Melissa and I listened while enjoying ourselves. I fucked Melissa in her sexy tight ass as a cumulation of our morning. I left the thirty-nine year-old snoring lightly as I made my way back to the kitchen. There mom, wearing only a tee-shirt, smiled shyly at me. When I pulled her into a hug and then a gentle kiss, both of us tasting the ladies we had been with on the others tongue, she clenched me fiercely. "I was so wrong about her her Liam! We talked and talked and I realized she is just a much a victim as the rest of us are." "From the sounds I don't think the only thing you girls did was talk?" Mom smiled playfully at my jest, "No silly, we spent most of our time eating each other out. Satisfied?" She smirked back. I winked, "The question is, were you mom?" She smiled widely and we both broke up laughing. -*- The next phone call about Gerald was from Jane, my buddies fifteen year-old neighbour. "You have no idea?" "No, but I don't like this one bit." Fear was clenching my heart giving me a small tremble in the hand that held the receiver to my ear. Mom and Lizzy were making a large supper for our busy household, both half-listening to my distressed side of the conversation. "How many were there?" "Oh god Liam, I have no idea. Do you think Gerald is okay?" I wasn't so sure. "Of course he is Jane." A large van and a couple cars had invaded Gerald's home, Jane had seen Theresa rushed into the back of another, smaller, van before it rushing away. There was no news of my sister Amy who was staying with Gerald. "Did you hear about Christine today at school?" For some reason I didn't think this was going to be idol gossip so braced myself for more bad news. "She was pulling another train in the guy's washroom when some government types busted in and carted her away. Its the talk of the school." Gerald was having fun with Christine at school the last couple of days - there was a lottery and the twelve guys chosen got to line up and fuck the hot cheerleader. There was rumours that guys were paying hundreds of dollars to take the place of one of the guys who's name were picked. At that point my sister Lisa came in with Sara and Angel and by the fearful look on their faces, I knew something was wrong. Melissa appeared from downstairs with yet another load of laundry, stopping in her travels to see all the eyes watching me filled with concern. The whole gang was here. "I have to go Jane." "Please Liam, don't go...!" I hung up. No one said a word. We should be rejoicing right? The evil king was dead after all! The knock was loud and almost sounded as if the walls itself shook. Then the door busted down and a rush of men in dark glasses came in. -*- Sunday -*- The interrogation, there just wasn't any other word for it, came as a relief if anything. After being handcuffed and roughly lead to a large van with my eyes and mouth covered and then left for nearly two days alone in a dark cell, only a small slot for food and a porcelain toilet with no lid in the corner. "... and Billy traded his mother for Louise?" "Yes sir." I was scared. And I mean really fucking scared. The older man consulted his notes and sighed yet again, "How did you end up with Melissa?" "Gerald was going to pimp her out in the city and I offered to take her." True enough. He looked up from his notes, his eyes cold and intense, "And I bet you have enjoyed yourself haven't you?" I just looked at him, feeling my face flush with humiliation, realizing I had. He sighed again shuffling the papers before him. "I have no evidence that you are not just another victim here - but something isn't right and I can't put my finger on it." He looked sharply at me. "Gerald never told you how he did it - sharing with his best buddy did he?" I was opening my mouth to deny the suggestion when I stopped, swallowed and told him what I knew, about the Egyptian text. "And nothing else?" "No sir." I was trembling again, fear. "Sir?" He looked at me almost impatient that I should ask a question. "How is my family doing sir?" He sighed again, "Not too good. Gerald really did a number on everyone that came in contact with him these last couple of weeks. We are unsure how to handle it." I wasn't too sure who 'we' were, but thought it prudent not to ask. "They are safe then?" The man looked at me for a long while until I shuffled as much as I could since I was shackled to the hard wood chair. "Your mother and younger sister have been asking about you." He seemed to come to a decision, "Lizzy told us what you did." My heart almost stopped cold - it could only mean how I had initiated the first contact, her initial humiliation and rape! "How you saved her from the warped intentions of her son Brian." I exhaled and began to breath again. "Melissa said that it was you that saved her from her own kids, from being put out onto the streets. Sara told us how you saved her as well. It seems all the ladies that you were living with think of you as their knight in fucking shinning armour?" What did this mean, why was he telling me this? "Tell me what command that Gerald gave you?" I blinked twice, wondering what he meant by 'command' until I remembered that first day, seeing him transform my mother with just his look and his words. "I was to 'cover his back'." It was my first lie to this unnamed man but it came easily to my lips. "Did you and he have sex?" My response was no lie as I blanched visibly before responding loudly, "Of course not, no!" "Okay, take it easy. Gerald must have controlled you in other ways. Sara says all her brother did was tell her things and she found herself wanting to do them. Did he order you to do other acts?" I realized I had to give this relentless guy more - a boy doesn't enjoy fucking his own mom without a reason right? But there was no reason - no valid reason I mean. "I..." "Yes?" He didn't sound very patient. "He made me enjoy... he told me to fu... have sex with people." "Your mother?" He said it mater-of-fact. "Yes." "In fact, every one of the ladies in your house you have had intercourse with?" I felt shamed, hanging my head and whispering my response, "Yes sir." "Regardless if they called you their saviour, they were still your slaves correct?" I didn't say a word - not even sure what was the appropriate response. The man piled his papers into a single thick handful and stood. "I believe you Liam - but it doesn't matter if I believe you. You could be controlling me right now so that I believed you. Tomorrow another agent will question you and the day after another. When we are satisfied that you are not a threat as Gerald had been, you will be released." He turned his back on me and left the room, my body started to tremble again. -*- Weeks later -*- Lisa rushed from the car towards the washroom door of the gas station, mother sat behind the wheel chuckling at her daughters discomfort. I sat up and stretched. "Want me to drive mom?" "No honey, I'm good for a couple more hours." She smiled sweetly at me over her shoulder - all things normal except that twinkle in her eye that made my heart miss a beat. Lisa returned with a playful relieved smiled on her face, giggling as a twelve year-old should. She again sat up front with mom - leaving me to share the backseat with as much of our life that we could cram into our car. Mom pulled back out into traffic with a quick shoulder check. Lisa took that moment to look at me over her shoulder with a shy inviting smile. My heart skipped yet another beat. -*- Months later -*- Aunt Jenny nodded her head in mock disapproval of the messy half of the room I shared with my cousin, her son, before turning from the bedroom and shouting towards the kitchen where her sister, my mom, worked on lunch, "Emily, that boy of yours needs to learn to pick up his dirty things!" I chuckled yet again before sighing. It seemed our life was never to return to how it was. The emails were communicated regularly now - my little harem, as mom playfully called it, keeping in touch with me. I was strictly forbidden to see them, else I too would end up disappearing like Gerald had, but nothing about talking on the phone or writing in email. Lizzy was on her own, her son and his friends being thrown into juveniles jail for a few years. She often wrote me long missives about missing me - needing me. Sara had moved in with Angel with the latters parents who remained clueless to the extent of her daughters involvement in this 'cult' as was described about our town. She didn't miss her brother at all, her mom she felt sorry for, living on her own in a unnamed location. Christine, I heard through the grapevine was going through therapy but it wasn't sticking very well - as she kept getting caught doing the last commands that her boyfriend Gerald had ordered her to do. Melissa calls, as she doesn't own a computer, telling me that her son was doing okay in juvenile jail - but I could tell she was lying. My guess was her husband, the pastor, was beating her and maybe her daughter Amanda, purging the devil as he used to say in his sermon. She was the only one that I would break the rule for about no meeting - recalling her sexy saunter, the way her large eyes looked at you as you filled her with sperm. My sister Amy had been living at the dorm at school but had been kicked out over something that was not spoken about, there has been no word about her since. Mom refused to discuss her eldest child and I felt indifferent. Only Lisa seems saddened by her big sisters disappearance. I emailed various people at school - keeping in touch, answering no questions thoroughly enough to satisfy everyone. The government types, and I still did not know which agency they worked for, seemed to extract the truth from our words after the week of interrogations but could do nothing about the previous conditioning. As for Gerald, they did not give us a hint of where he disappeared too. "Supper honey?" Mom's bellow. Closing my email client I was about to get up when I realized that the folder I had set aside for collecting data from Gerald's firewall had contents. Clicking on it I found several large files from the last day or two before the government agents busted in. I opened just one file and immediately saw the words 'Egyptian scroll' and felt dizzy. Guiltily I shut down the computer by its power button - looking over my shoulder comically, as if the government could see inside this very room. Mom came striding into the open door, "Did you not hear me Liam?" She came right up beside me, frowning impatiently. My arm rose and went around my mother, my open palm gasping her soft familiar ass and puling her towards me. I kissed her covered breast and groped that ass suggestively. Mother gasped with surprise, pressing herself into me, and then moaned with long needed desire. "Oh honey!" Her face descended and our lips met, tongues duelled. I would have bent mom over my bed right then if not for the sound of Aunt Jenny's steps coming down the hallway to the room. Mom moved a step out of the way and took a deep breath before her sister interrupted. My aunt appeared in the doorway and her mouth opened to say something but stopped at seeing my mother and my dishevelled appearance. Mom saved the moment by coming up with, "Liam ambushed and tickled me!" Aunt Jenny rose an eyebrow up in disagreement, "If you are finished having fun, lunch is on the table." It was only about this incident, she knew nothing about why her sister and her family had to uproot and level our home so suddenly. She stood for a few seconds more before turning and leaving, still frowning. The total time that she had stood there I had been doing something I've never done before, I was appraising the physical qualities of my aunt. After three girls and a boy, she still had a figure, plenty of it perhaps but still rather attractive. I could have her now - I could have any woman alive! "We better go down before Jenny has a fit?" Mom was looking at me with her own measure of disappointment, her nipples now hard and thrusting through her clothing. I nodded and mom sighed resigned, probably wishing as I just to do what we pleased and damn the consequences. "Mom?" She turned towards me, her exit halted, "Tonight?" A wide smile spread on her lips, "I would like that. I would like that very much Liam." "Midnight - out in the pool house?" A huge smile was on mom's face as she disappeared from my shared room. I felt ecstatic with joy with the discovery that the secret of Gerald's powers were on my computer. I also realized I felt the power that I had only sampled those magical couple weeks not so many months before. I would do it different than Gerald - not act so crazy, so wild and chaotic. Was there any wonder he caught the attention of people that wanted to stop him? Behind closed doors will be my motto - no wild sex acts, no street racing in overpriced cars. The throbbing in my jeans only made me chuckle at how much fun it was going to have very soon! --