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!

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