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There Is No Intention In Any Manner, To Represent Or Mimic, Any Real World Situations Or Persons. ---------------------------------------------------------- FAMILY BONDING - PART 2 by C.D.E. ABSTRACT: James, naive and virginal, is engaged to Judy, the daughter of the apparently loving, caring, sharing, closely knit Smith family. James begins bonding with his new in-laws during their engagement, and after he eventually marries into the Smith family, he discovers that outward appearances of the Smith Family's image proves deceptive. CAST: Judy Smith-Fiancee/Wife Judy's Mother - Mother Smith James Jackson-Fiance/Husband James's Mother -Mother Jackson James's Aunt- Aunt Jasmine CHAPTER 9 EVENTS FROM OUR ENGAGEMENT: Dinner With My Aunt Jasmine As Judy and I walked to my Aunt's door, the delightful aroma of food could easily be detected. I was sure that at least I could count on my Aunt's good cooking to ease the depression, hurt, as well as the shame and disgrace I felt at that moment from the earlier events I'd been subjected to. I thought surely that the day couldn't get any worse than it had already. However, as things go for me, I was wrong again. I used my key to open the door and let Judy and I in. "Hello James baby!" "M-Mother! I-I didn't know you were coming." I replied in total surprise. "Yes dear, I wanted it to be a surprise. And this must be my beautiful new daughter-in-law to be. I must say Judy, the photo he sent me doesn't even begin to do you justice." "Hello Mrs. Jackson, happy to..." Mother cut Judy off. "Mother Jackson, dear. We're practically family. Come give me a hug." Mom said to Judy. I had mixed emotions about my mother being there at this particular time. I knew eventually, she had to meet Judy. I guess I was hoping later than sooner, even if the wedding, if one was to take place, was only 6 months away. You see, my mom is rather strong willed, like my aunt, and often they can embarrass me with their over protectiveness. They both still see me as a juvenile and often treat me as such, instead of the adult I am. Some may even think they treat me as if I'm a mama's boy. I was hoping mom didn't revert to such a protective mode tonight, especially after all I'd been through earlier in the evening. My aunt is a great cook. She cooked all my favorite items, including macaroni with plenty of cheese. As I ate ravenously, Mom and Judy were exchanging small talk. I closely monitored their exchanges for any hint of talk that could be embarrassing to me. However, as soon as word of the pre-nuptial contract surfaced, I knew it was time to be vigilant and be ready to intervene and not have the conversation focusing heavily into me and Judy's personal relationship. Again, this turned out to be a disaster for me. "You are too beautiful dear, I'm sure the guys hound you for pussy a lot, don't they?" "Mother!" I blurted out, not believing my own ears. "Shush! Baby. I'm talking to your lovely fiancee." My mother directed her comment at me without even looking in my direction. "I do get propositioned a lot Mother Jackson. Men are always after my body. That's why I fell in love with James, he looked beyond that. He and I communicate and have a loving and deep emotional relationship above the skin deep level." I was even amazed at Judy's very diplomatic reply. "I'm so glad to hear that you and James are so emotionally connected. Also, Judy dear, from talking to my sister, I want you to know that as his mother, I'm pleased you also understand the significance of James's virginity and that it is a treasured asset for him to bring into your marriage." "Mother! Please! This is not the time or..." "James! Please! It's okay for your mom to talk about what's important to her, and also to me, for that matter." Judy abruptly replied as she gave me a stern look this time. Again, I felt belittled in the worse way as she continued with her reply to my mom. As I looked around, I could tell that both my Mom and Aunt seemed pleased at her action. I felt even worse upon discerning that. "Oh yes Mother Jackson, I agree with you wholeheartedly. In fact I think of it as a sort of dowry he's bringing with him. My parents, and my family for that matter, are pleased that I'm marrying a chaste groom." "James, you have a sensible girl with high moral character. She's right to have you come to the altar as a virgin and dismiss your efforts to give in and do otherwise. If playing with you little thing is necessary to maintain it, then that's the way it should be nephew." I cringed in total and absolute embarrassment. "Yes, I totally agree. I've told James that I will not be a party to him throwing away something so precious. I definitely want him to be my virginal bridegroom. I'm just so lucky to be marrying him." Judy replied with a big smile. "Judy, you've got yourself quite a catch there. Now that y'all are virtually married, that is because of the contract, I presume in order to keep yourself comfortable, sexually that is, you have trained James in the proper art of oral sexual satisfaction until you're wed? Him putting his mouth on your cunt does not constitute any violation of or compromises his virginity, but keeps you relieved while you wait for the wedding day." "M-Mother please!" "James! Shush! I'm tired of repeating myself. You'll get your turn to speak. Until then, please be quiet!" Mother's words caused my face to turn even redder, as all the other eyes in the room seem to look right through me. "Oh yes. James has excelled in that department. He's quite a natural when it comes to pleasing me with his mouth. I guess it's alright to say this now that we're all practically family." "Yes we are dear, be as candid as you wish." My Aunt replied eagerly. "He's just loves to suck my pussy. Don't you James?" I was more than blushed at the explicit nature of the discussion and of Judy's candor. "P-Please, c-can we c-change the subject and..." "Nonsense! You've been so eager to talk, well now talk and tell us something you need to talk about!" My Aunt interjected loudly. "This is a critical and important topic for newlyweds. Now answer the question!" I looked at my Aunt. Her eyes were focused hard on me. I knew the best thing to do was answer Judy. "Y-Yes Judy, I-I do." I replied with my head hung low as I ate another forkful of macaroni. "Dear, be forceful, speak up. Tell her so like you mean it. Do it again for me." My Aunt said. "D-Do I-I have to?" "Yes! Tell your fiancee you love sucking her pussy! Say every word! Now!" I could tell my Aunt was on the verge of getting upset with me. "J-Judy, I-I love sucking your pussy very much." I said. "Thank you darling." Judy replied smiling with a slight smirk. "Very good James, that's the positive way you should speak when telling the woman you love, that you love doing things for her." "Judy, you can be very candid when you answer this next question. I'm a modern women, who only wants what's best for my son, and you as his future wife, as well as what's best for the stability of your future marriage. Judy, in regard to having adequate sexual relations, I presume a smart girl like you already knows that my son is not, well, er, not well equipped to handle your total bedroom needs. I assume you've made plans to get my son some assistance in that department?" I was more than devastated by the question and was too speechless to speak except to gasp at my mother's question. Judy was a bit surprised, but her answer was quicker than I thought it should be. "First of all, Mother Jackson, I truly love James. However, you're correct, his penis size will require me to seek some adjustment in our planned sexual relations because of his shortcomings. Yes I have tentatively considered the help of three former boyfriends to aid my future husband in his bedroom duties." Judy's firmness and confidence as she replied so quickly, left me little comfort as I wanted to crawl into a one-inch hole. Not only was I speechless, I felt even more belittled. "Since we all know you're the experienced partner in this relationship, can I also presume these three men are also rendering assistance to you now during your engagement?" "Yes ma'am you can." She said without blinking an eye. I was still stunned by what was going on around me. I was flabbergasted. Was I dreaming? This couldn't be happening at the dinner table with my mother and aunt, could it? "Good! Smart girl! James, your future wife is not only beautiful, but sharp and is preparing well to make your marriage a stable, and solid long-term loving affair. You must be sure and do your fair share. Have you been giving her oral caresses after she's had physically satisfying sex with her studs?" I almost fell out of my chair at that question. As best I could, I tried desperately to change the subject. I was severely reprimanded and made to respond. Having to admit that I'd sucked other men's semen from my fiancee's cunt, especially in front of my own mother and aunt was so debilitating. Worse were the smirking smiles by all three of the women. Their eyes seem to burn me as they looked upon my embarrassment. "James is so lucky to be marrying an experienced and beautiful girl like you. He's been a bookworm most all his life. Now Judy dear, after you're married, we know it's going to be necessary for you to keep your lovers because you not going get all the satisfaction you need from my nephew's tongue and his rather small thing. However, being as intelligent as he is, I'm sure he'll understand that he has to take a backseat, frequently, to better equipped men. James you do understand what I mean, don't you?" Mother words and her direct style of giving her message to Judy, not only made me blush even deeper, but almost made me choke on the food I'd just put in my mouth. All I could do was nod affirmatively for her. Everyone at the table smiled. To my chagrin, the three continued to talk as if I didn't matter. Realizing that it was useless to deter the three from emasculating me more, I continued to try and get some enjoyment out of the only thing I could at this dinner, the food. Hurting inside, I could only listen as my vivacious fianc‚e responded to question after question from my aunt and mother about her three real men - Joe, Jeffrey and Judd. I was sure that Judy wasn't going to reveal her family secret, but she didn't. Judy's face was bright and warm as she described the penises of each of her studs in response to one of the questions asked her. To my utter amazement, she warmly held my hand as she went into graphic details, about not only the sizes, both erect and relaxed, but also what oral attentions each man liked done to his cock. My face went blank as I listened to what was being said. My shock was complete. I was totally speechless, especially when she added "They all like me to lick and suck their balls too. I like doing that for them anyway. It really makes me feel close to the man I'm fucking when I do that for him." Mother and Aunt Jasmine had the brightest smiles on their faces as they seemed to hang onto every word Judy spoke. "I think Joe shoots the biggest load of cum, however, Jeffrey and Judd aren't far behind." Was her reply to which one gave her the most cum when she performed blowjobs to completion. "Yes, I have a few times, but of course he wasn't aware of it." Judy said with a smirking smile and winking at me, as she replied to Mother's question about if she'd ever kissed me right after sucking one of her real men's dicks. I was totally humiliated and emotionally drained after such lewd talk and belittlement, the likes of which I'd never even dreamed of, not in my worst nightmare. After more similar talk related to how well the sex was with her three studs, the talk suddenly tuned to a topic near and dear to both my Aunt and Mother - corporal punishment of unruly males. I know it was all over for me now. I knew that my family secret was about to be put on the table. I didn't have to wait long. I was doomed. "Jasmine has already indirectly implied to you, that we are strong proponents of behavior modification via corporal punishments for James. It is because of it that he has turned out to be so well mannered and trustworthy. Now, since he is soon to become your husband, Jasmine and I see it as important that we properly pass the baton to..." "Don't you mean the paddle?" My Aunt injected, to which the room filled with laughter from the three. I didn't see anything funny at all about this discussion. Mother and Aunt Jasmine went on and on about the benefits and merits of properly applied punishment to keep a new husband on the straight and narrow. I knew it was useless to say anything, so I just sat and finished my dinner. The others had eaten only about half of their meal and now seemed to have much more interest in the current topic of conversation, which they were deeply engrossed in. "James, we're going downstairs, finish eating your veggies and no dessert until you finish." Mom said as she stared at me hard before leading Judy and Aunt Jasmine with her, as they went to the basement. Again, I was being treated as a juvenile, but I know I dare not say a thing to the contrary. I almost knew it was too late to try and salvage any semblance of me being the soon to be husband and master of my domain. Judy's family had pretty much taken care of me ever having any hope of doing that. Now with what my own Mom and Aunt were doing, it was pretty certain that their actions would forever seal me against even thinking about dreaming of being assertive with Judy in anyway. It was obvious my future was doomed. It appeared my fate was to be one of forever being subjugated and humiliated at the hands of beautiful, but dominant women. I was very concerned about what my Mom would be telling Judy about the basement corporal punishment equipment and both of their philosophies about disciplining me. Here I was hoping to get away from all that and here it was surrounding me all over again. After finishing my dinner, I cleared the table. I was fairly certain that the others did not desire to return to their cold plates. I also didn't want mother or Aunt Jasmine to order me do so in front of my fiancee. Especially, since they were sure to make me wear an old fashioned, long white, lace trimmed pinafore. They got it for me to wear when doing kitchen duty. "JAMES! COME DOWN HERE!" The loud cry of Mother summoning me broke me from my depressing reverie as I sipped on after dinner coffee. I took another sip and headed toward the basement door. "This won't take but a moment of your time James dear. We wanted to show your future wife how this whipping table would look with you properly mounted to it. You know what they say, a picture is worth a thousand words. Be a dear and come over here so Jasmine and I can secure you to it. We wanted Judy to see how to properly secure you down should you ever need some refresher discipline. This is going to be one of your wedding presents." "Isn't that nice of your Mother and Aunt to give such a wonderful antique?" Judy said. "An antique, James, that can be pressed into service should you determine that it need be, by your negative or unruly behavior, that is." Aunt Jasmine added. The three women continued to talk about the craftsmanship and surface finish of the old wooden device. But then their conversation quickly turned to the real functionality of the table. For the countless time that day, I was speechless. I stood there stunned as it was proposed that I demonstrate how a person is secured to the device for punishment. Slowly I was able to speak. "W-What! P-Pleases Mother... I-I just..." "James sweetie, please don't whine and waffle in front of your fianc‚e. It's time to be a man and show her you're not squeamish over giving a little demonstration. Now if you're going to be obstinate, and non-cooperative, this could easily turn into more than a demonstration. You get my drift?" The harsh look on her smiling face signaled to me once again that my will or say so was not important. "Y-Yes m-ma'am." I hung my head as I replied demurely. I was choice-less in the matter and all three women knew it. The whipping table mother referred to was an antique that had at one time been used in a turn-of- the-century state reform school for wayward teens. The heavy oak table had a series of large iron rings for securing an individual as he was bent over forward, at the waist, across the flat, slightly inclined surface. The arms would stretch forward and be secured to a one set of heavy iron rings. The mid thighs would also be secured as well as the ankles. With these strategic parts of the body anchored, about the only movable part was one's protruding ass cheeks. And to be honest, the allowable motion was really more of a wiggle than any serious movement. I was no stranger to the table as a teen. Mother had it shipped to my aunt's place the first time my aunt and I had a disagreement about me staying out past midnight. Upon hearing the news of mother shipping it out, I quickly gave up trying to convince Aunt Jasmine of my need to stay out beyond midnight. It didn't matter, my aunt wrestled me on the table the same day it arrived and I paid dearly for my attempt at setting my own curfew, or lack thereof. Even though I was an adult, Aunt Jasmine has weight and height on her side. She easily subdued me. She had me across the whipping table in no time at all. The two other times, I was too scared to not voluntarily come down and willingly - even though pleading, begging, and crying for mercy and forgiveness - let myself be bound and punished. When I moved to my aunt's place, I thought sure that I would have more freedom than I had at home. However, the day after I arrived, it was apparent that my aunt had other ideas. Additionally, mother was not only encouraging my aunt in her dominance of me, but orchestrating a lot of it. I meekly positioned myself at the table and my aunt and mother did the rest. As they secured me to the table with the super strong Velcro type fasteners, they lectured to Judy. About the only thing I was thankful for was that they hadn't made me drop my pants. That would be a sure sign that this was going to be more than a simple tie-down demo. However, as in other instances in my life, I was soon to be proven wrong once more. "There now, see how easy that is Judy dear.?" "Yes, Mother Jackson, the fasteners make quick work of getting him tied down.' Judy commented. I hated the gleeful tone in her voice. The three women soon turned to the variety of whipping instruments hanging on the wall. I was left tied to the table and totally ignored as they discussed several of the homemade extension cord whips made by mother and Aunt Jasmine. For some reason both had an affinity for electrical cables, from thick to thin ones. I really hated the folded thin gauge electrical extension cord. It really stings for a long period of time. "Judy, of all the these I still think this simple folded extension cord is my overall favorite." I heard mother say as the three walked back toward me. I of course was still bent precariously across that infernal table. "Proper wrist action and downward force is necessary to impart your message to the subject. It's too bad, James has been so good lately, otherwise it would be great if I could give you a first hand demonstration." I heard mother sigh after making her statement. I didn't like the tone of her voice or the nature of the conversation. "Mother Jackson, you're correct, James has been very mannerly and always the proper gentleman with me lately. However, as you mentioned earlier, if he isn't reminded occasionally of what will happened if he doesn't continue to be well behaved, he may slip back into doing things that are unacceptable." "Yes, I did say that. But what is your point dear girl?" "Well, I was thinking that since it's been almost a month since his last time on the table for corrective discipline, maybe a brief demo could count as a deterrent, even though he hasn't done any bad deeds. Additionally, demonstration strokes could also count as credits against future misdeeds on his part." "I love your idea! James, you definitely have good taste in selecting your new bride." My mother chimed. "Excellent idea Judy! He's bound to get into trouble in the future, probably before the wedding. Didn't you mention earlier that he mentioned something about trying to lose his virginity and that he even brought up the subject of possibly having another woman aid him if you didn't?" Aunt Jasmine interjected. "In all fairness to James, he didn't say any of that, I merely advised him I would not tolerate him with other women even though I would be seeing other men, as I am now and after we're married." "P-Please M-Mother, I-I don't think that an actual w-whipping d-demonstration will serve no..." I finally managed to get my wits about me to speak when I was literally shut up. "This is another accessory that will come in quite handy. We call it a vocal cord protector." My mother said of the short strip of duct tape she placed over my mouth. I didn't even see her put it on me, as my back was to the three of them. "There now, we can continue our conversation without being rudely interrupted. Judy, you're after my own heart. I like your forward thinking. Yes, I quite agree with you. A little preventive treatment does go a long way. Plus James dear, you'll get credit for the few licks we're going to give you against future trouble you're bound to get into. I don't know why you should have any objections to this little demonstration, and especially so since it's for your new bride to be." Mother spoke as she began pulling at the belt on my trousers. I tried to prevent her as best by pressing the buckle against the tabletop. I could only cry out in a mumble with the tape over my lips. "WHAP!" I heard the sound of the wooden paddle hitting something. A slit second later, I felt the impact on my tooting ass cheeks. The hurt from the paddle was minimal since the jeans I wore softened the blow, but the shock was greater. However, Mother really got my attention. "Stop fighting me James! If you don't let me unbuckle these pants easily, I'll get a bullwhip and whip them off you in shreds!" Her threat quickly calmed me down. I knew now that it was totally hopeless for me. I was going to be whipped, not only in front of my new bride to be, but probably by her also. "Yes, the welts from last month are all nicely healed." Aunt Jasmine commented as soon as I felt air on my rear end. "Yes his bottom is in an excellent condition for this demo we are about to perform." Spoke mother. I felt several hands running over my upturned bottom, which I know was slightly trembling from anticipatory fright on my part of what was to come. "Now Judy, with the folded extension cord, you want to apply your strokes with the proper swing and strength to be assured that the proper message is received by your husband. Too little force in your swing and he thinks you're playing with him, which leads him to believe you're not serious about punishing him. Remember each instrument must be applied with varying degrees of force to get the best performance." As mother went on with the technical aspects of corporal punishment, I was mentally cringing and saying my prayers that they weren't going to do an extensive demonstration on me with every whipping instrument. "SWISH!" "CRACK!" "UMMMMMMPPPP!" My scream came out as a loud muffled noise. The surprised lash by mother caused me to strain against the constraints as the biting sting seemed etched on my bottom. I wiggled uncontrollably as if trying to shake off the burning pain left after the impacting thin cords. Mother had truly caught me off guard. "Now see that was a well placed stroke and applied with proper force. Now you'll notice that was applied such that it's placed at a diagonal across his ass. The idea is do a diagonal series from bottom left to top right and then the next series from bottom right to top left. After you do that, then you can apply a few level strokes across the middle of his bottom. The purpose is when he sit down, he'll really feel that he has had a proper punishment as the welts heal. Now you try it dear. Remember, with this thin extension cord, to get your point across, the best technique is to swing with all your strength and then back down from there rather than to go lightly at first." "SWISH!" "CRACK!" I reacted violently to my fiancee's first blow. For she did indeed seem to take mother's advice about using all her strength. "Good stroke. Now apply several rapidly to get your first diagonal done." "SWISH!" "CRACK!" "SWISH!" "CRACK!" "SWISH!" "CRACK!" "Very good! Now the other side." I heard mother's voice as I moaned loudly and jerked and tugged violently against the iron rings. My ass cheeks were ablaze with stinging burns. My poor ass cheeks were quivering and my muted sobbing taking second place to the technical instructions going on behind me. After Judy finished using the doubled thin extension cord, I just knew that the three would let me up. Again I was wrong. There was to be no mercy for me. My fiancee was then instructed in the use of the whippy cane and allowed to place 5 very well placed strokes over the mass of welts I'm sure were already swollen quite well without the bruising blistering effect of the cane. Only after a few minutes of technical discussion on welt formation was I freed from the table. My sobbing was uncontrollable as I immediately reached to rub my stinging burning ass. "Just look at our big baby with all those tears. You come right over to mommie so I can show your future bride how to apply ointment to those welts." "T-That's... SOB!... O-Okay, I-I'll... SOB!... D- Do it... SOB!... my..." "You'll do no such thing, now stop being stubborn and come across mommie's lap like a good little boy." Again, knowing the possible consequences of further resistance, I hung my head and walked toward where mother was sitting. My face was a mess as I continued to sob and cry. I tried not to look my fiancee in the face, but out of the corner of my eye, even through my profuse tears, I could see the most pleasant countenance on her face. It was more than obvious she was enjoying my misery, degradation, and subjugation. I winced and jumped as the rubbing ointment was massaged into the welts, a few of which had broken the skin. All the while, my aunt and mom praised my fiancee at what a wonderful first job she'd accomplished. All I could do was sob as softly as I could, as I was frequently reminded by Mother and Aunt Jasmine, that if I were more of a man I wouldn't be such a crybaby. Intermixed with the talk about Judy's performance were frequent references to `my weenie' and how it was indeed imperative for my fiancee to seek outside help for her sexual needs. My shame was great. All I could do was take the continuing verbal abuse and be thankful it wasn't physical. Later upstairs, I was not allowed to wear my pants or underwear, only my shirt and the lacy white pinafore, so that air could speed up the healing of the welts I also wore. Dressed in this manner, I was required to serve after dinner coffee to Judy, mother and Aunt Jasmine. As I expected, there were numerous comments about the designs on my rear as I walked around serving the three of them. As I was in no condition to drive Judy home, she called Joe, one of her three full time lovers, to pick her up. I was in the kitchen when he arrived and I overheard her introducing him to my aunt and mom when he arrived at the front door. I easily heard Aunt Jasmine and mother praising the two how well they looked together. You see. Joe is black. I also heard that he was taking Judy back to his place and that she'd probably sleep over. My guts burned upon hearing that, but what could I do. I knew I didn't have the slightest say so in the matter. I was more thankful that neither Judy, or my aunt or mother, make me come out to see the couple off. Based on this small act of mercy, I thought to myself, maybe the three of them did harbor some concern or respect for my feelings as a man and the obvious emasculation I was being subjected to. However, what was to happen just six weeks later, back in this very same house, let me know just how much respect the three had for me. I've always thought of the incident as the `Rod Incident'. But first, I must tell about the events that occurred between now and then. CHAPTER 10 EVENTS FROM OUR ENGAGEMENT: Before The Rod Incident Judy called to see how I was doing the next morning. Soon after inquiring about my still aching ass, she soon let me know how wonderful Joe and his dick treated her. "James, the only thing missing was your tongue darling, getting a good tongue lashing and slurp-up from you on my wet drippy pussy really caps off an evening well for me. I missed you my love, but I knew you were a bit too emotional to be fun after our basement adventure." "A-Adventure! Judy, t-that's truly an understatement. Why couldn't you have just refused mother's invitation to whip me? After all, it's not like things are going to be that way when we're married." There was a moment of silence from Judy. "Only if you need it James darling. Besides, your mother has reared you to be respectable and mannerly. If a few strokes now and then are needed to keep you that way, you can't blame me for continuing to do what is necessary to keep you on the right path. Anyway, not to worry, you can expect me to only punish you when you absolutely need it or when I feel you need to be reminded of your commitment to me." Her tone was firm and confident. I sensed it was better to continue this conversation at a later time, as I knew where it was heading. The problem was I didn't really have any idea of how I'd change her mind anyway. After all, she had all the cards and my own family helped stack the deck against me. I changed the subject and we chatted a few more minutes before she informed me she was on her way over. Her reason for coming had me pleading with her not to come. "P-Please Judy, please don't a-add to my embarrassment. It-It was bad enough you saw mom rubbing ointment on me. I-I just couldn't have y-you take me across your..." "Why I'd love to have you come across my knees and rub ointment into your bare bottom. Why darling, what kind of fianc‚e would I be if I didn't tend to you? After all, I helped blister your cute little bottom didn't I?" Judy literally hung up on me as I continued in my attempts to deter her from coming over to administer rubbing ointment to my still bruised bottom. I sighed as I hung up. True to her word, my fianc‚e arrived and did as she had indicated she would. Mother and Aunt Jasmine, also overruled any and all objections I had. My face was redder than a fresh beet as I lowered my pants and laid across her lap for the ointment massage. Not only did she take longer than necessary, her kneading of my ravished backside flesh hurt. As I winced in pain, all three women urged me to be more courageous and to show more `backbone'. My shame was complete and total, as I arose and had to thank her, per mother's request. The rest of Judy's visit was devoted to further discussion with mother and Aunt Jasmine about her date with Joe. The three women wouldn't hear of me leaving the room during the explicit and detailed account. Since I could more easily sit on my beaten bottom, Judy and I did date that evening, even though it was overshadowed by me having had to be treated like a baby earlier by her, as well as be present as she recounted her bed date with Joe. On my date with her that night, I was treated to something I hadn't had lately, the taste of her cunt without another man's sperm running from it. She also jerked me off, which was rather pleasant. Within a few days, Judy and I were back on our regular dating arrangement, which included several visits to her home. Even though fearful of what to expect, I nevertheless had to go, since it appeared that I could do nothing to stop the marriage train I was on. Her father had me on my knees the very next time I was over at her house. He quickly had me making up for the botched blowjob I gave him before. He collected within an hour of my arrival. The surprising thing was that no one at the dinner table thought it unusual for her father to have me follow him to the front room, after the meal. "C'mon Jamie, I'm gonna watch TV and feeling your mouth wrapped around my dick would feel good about now. My hot dick cream will be your dessert." Judy's father said loudly as he got up from the table and proceeded to walk toward the family room. No one at the table reacted in the least to his loud, bold announcement. In fact both Judy and her mom were carrying on a side conversation and her two brothers another. "Damn it Jamie! Didn't you hear me! I want your lips on my dick before my show starts!" Judy's father roared. The sound of his deep voice sent a chill down my back. "James darling, run along. You don't want daddy mad at you again, do you? Go show him you're going to be cooperative." Judy said, interrupting her conversation to speak to me. "He'll be right there Daddy!" Judy shouted toward her father. She then turned back to me. "Remember, we have a basement here too." She said as she leaned over and whispered to me, so that the others wouldn't hear her. She had a snide smile as she spoke. I immediately picked up on her implication and jumped up out of my seat and headed after her father who was unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants as he was walking toward the next room. I followed with a flushed red face. The other family members looked at me as if I'd done something wrong for hesitating to do as Mr. Smith had commanded of me. Mr. Smith dropped his pants and positioned me on my knees such that I could focus all my attention on his cock and balls. He had me lick his huge, but soft hairy scrotum before starting on his large shaft and enormous cockhead respectively. As I knelt there with his very stiff dick nestled firmly in my mouth, he held his big hand on the top of my head as he slowly palmed it and used my mouth to slowly jack off his big erection. All I could do was to hold onto his muscular thighs and keep my lips pursed as he told me. I was his passive mouth pussy and there was little I could do about it. Besides the sound of the TV show he was watching, all I could see before me was his long shaft as my lips slid back and forth, as well as his thick patch of pubic crotch hairs. I soon got accustomed to the feel of his large dick in my mouth and I was vigilant to any signs of his pending ejaculation. Other than that, I just mentally sighed and knelt helplessly letting myself be used by my dominant lusty future father-in- law. After about twenty minutes of being mouth fucked, I felt his already bloated dickhead flare in size. I knew then he was about to blow his hot jism in my mouth. I fortified myself to receive his spermy outpouring. As expected, he flooded my mouth with a sizeable load of his thick spunk. I had to swallow fast due to the force and volume of his hot, spurting, viscous ejaculate. I congratulated myself on accomplishing my forced duty without gagging or choking. However, he wasn't going to let me off that easy, he held me there so that his still semi-hard penis could `linger and soak' - his words - in my mouth. I was in no position to argue. His hot sperm was not my only creamy dessert that night, for Judy's mother also had me eat her creampie, and so did Judy too. Judy's mom had been fucked by some male relatives that'd dropped by while I was sucking her husband off - which incidentally took over an hour - he continued to soak his huge dick between my lips as he watched two of his favorite TV programs. Later, after he let me go, Judy's mom called me to eat her creamy hairpie. While I was doing Judy's mom, I believe Judy was sexually entertaining Judd. I thought I heard his voice, but with Judy's mom's thighs and legs clamped tightly around my head, I couldn't be sure. Finally, Judy, my fianc‚e, ordered me to mouth her slimy oozing snatch. It was then that she confirmed that Judd had come by and fucked her earlier, but in addition to him, an uncle and her youngest brother, also had a go at her. The sad thing was that everyone had expected me to do all the things I did without hesitation. When I showed the slightest bit of surprise or hesitancy at performing their requests, I not only was looked at as if I was stupid, but was casually reminded of the videotape and the pre-nuptial marriage agreement. Judy even whispered `Basement' to me a couple more times. Helpless and hapless, I meekly hung my head and did everyone's sexual bidding. It seemed that every time I visited my future in- laws for some event, such as dinner, a cook-out, or a swim party, the lusty acts that occurred were some variation of the previously described events. Additionally, as more and more of the Smith's relative got to know about me, they also joined in and contributed to my sexual subjugation and debasement. CHAPTER 11 EVENTS FROM OUR ENGAGEMENT: The Rod's Rod Incident It was now approximately six weeks after the weekend where mother met Judy for the first time. If you remember, it was also the time where Mother and Aunt Jasmine did their infamous demonstration, that led to my ass being blistered by my fiancee as a demonstration whipping project. Well this particular Friday night, Aunt Jasmine and mother - who incidentally was back in town this weekend - both were pissed off at me this particular weekend because they thought I was too sassy with them when they questioned me about coming in about 10 minutes after my curfew, twice during the week. So to show me they were still in control, even though I was an adult, mother decreed I was to be grounded for the weekend. She ordered me to stay in the house the entire weekend, that is, from Friday night until Monday morning. She even called Judy and told her about my punishment. I was utterly embarrassed, humiliated and devastated to have my mom call my fiancee and tell her such a thing. However, even though fuming, I knew what to expect if I didn't do as she decreed. I didn't want to use any of the whipping credits I'd gotten six week ago. Either way, I knew I'd end up the worse for it all if I made any more of a fuss. I thought things couldn't get any worse that weekend, but they did. To my utter shock and surprise, Judy and her date for the evening, an old high school flame named Rod, dropped in unexpectedly that Saturday night. Rod was in town visiting family. His wife hadn't come with him. As I was doing the dinner dishes and tidying up the kitchen when they arrived, mother and Aunt Jasmine made sure I came out wearing a new pink pinafore mother had brought me as a gift, to help quell my `aggressive manishness' - her words. As I stood by looking totally foolish and feeling like a wussy mama's boy, they sat on the love seat, arms intimately around each other. Judy introduced me to him as her fiance, as she preened over her dazzling three-carat diamond engagement ring. Neither one of them seemed to be concerned about the affections they were exhibiting toward each other in front of me or in my family's presence. My family seemed quite pleased at what was going on before us. I was surprised at what was occurring before me, even if mother and Aunt Jasmine knew of my fiancee's need for cocks bigger than mine. I know they supported her in her promiscuous endeavors, but to allow her to come into our house and flaunt her promiscuity, with me present, was brazen on Judy's part and showed no respect for me, as a man, on the part of Mother and Aunt Jasmine. Getting back to Judy and Rod, I became even more speechless at the way his hands cupped and massaged her shapely rear end as well as stroked the white expanse of her inviting white bare thighs. All was revealed in the tight, thigh high mini skirt she wore. To make matters worse, Rod applauded me on the open relationship that Judy and I had. "You're some man to let your lovely fiancee party and sleep around while you stay in and do kitchen chores. My hat goes off to you." To add to my total humiliation was mother's added comments. "James is rather proficient at doing domestic household duties and believes in dressing efficiently for the work at hand. He really is looking forward to doing the same in his own kitchen after he becomes Judy's spouse". Speechless, I almost fell down at her obvious implications from her phraseology- `My own kitchen' and me being Judy's spouse versus her husband'. I was emasculated by my own mom in front of my future bride and her lover for the evening. I wanted to shrink through the floor. I was too flabbergasted to respond. My face was bright red the whole time they were there as I stood by like a maid in waiting, wearing a long, bright pink, scalloped lace trimmed apron, while this much more handsome well built man was in possession of my fiancee. Judy was very amorous with Rod as her free hand seem to constantly stay hear the vicinity of his crotch as she rubbed his leg and thighs as they talked with my family. I tried to leave the room, but no one would hear of it. To my total embarrassment, mother revealed why she'd grounded me and made it very clear that I was a mama's boy. Both Judy and Rod beamed smug smiles at my additional emasculation by no less than my own mom. Mom then went on to let him know that she worked hard to instill in me essential domestic skills she thought would make me a good catch as a husband. "Rod, Tim is so sweet to me. He's so good at domestic stuff, especially cleaning up wet sloppy things." She winked at me as she spoke. My heart seemed to skip a beat at Judy's obvious hidden reference to my frequent mouth douching of her's and other fucked pussies. "He is such a darling and he looks good in an apron too, doesn't he?" I wanted to crawl in a hole when she said that. However, mother quickly added that she'd put several on order as her wedding gifts to me. "They'll be an assortment of pink, lavender and sunflower yellow pastels. I also ordered pansy floral designs for them also." Mother added with a gleeful tone in her voice. Again, I wanted to sink right through the floor. "Don't be ashamed Tim, some men make excellent cooks and are better at domestic duties. Pride yourself on your talents." Rod added. I guess his comment was well meaning, however I wished he'd kept it to himself. I thought the worse was over after that little episode and hoped the two would leave. However, it was not to be. Rod had been a jock at another senior high in a near by town when he was dating Judy. Judy kept encouraging her old flame to recall his feats of sportsmanship. I squirmed and moved as I might get up and leave, but mother gave me a quick cold stare that told me that if I did, I'd be sorry and probably that my bottom would end up being blistered. Cowed, I sat and endured the jock talk. "My James was not muscular enough for such rough sports, but he was vice president of the science club." My mother interjected. Again, another well-meaning comment that could've been easily interpreted as a left handed comment and would better have been left unspoken. Rod and Judy seem to get more intimate, more cozy and even more brazen in their touchy feely actions. I wanted to cry out but was again speechless. She was most brazen as she leaned over on him as they talked of how a cop almost caught them screwing in the back seat of a car back in their high school days. My face turned even redder than before. "Tim, you've got yourself quite a catch here. She's gonna make you a great wife, especially in bed. She can really take care of business between the sheets. I wish my wife was half as good." I almost fell out of my chair at his brazen brash comment. However, it seemed others in the room took it as a compliment for Judy's sexual talent and experience. I couldn't believe what was happening. "We are proud to have Judy committing to become a member of the family and take my James as her spouse." My mother interjected. I looked at mother and couldn't believe her continued overt put down of me. Again, she'd called me a `spouse', not a `husband', but a `spouse'! I was seething with silent shame and anger. "Oh! Look at you Rod sweetie, all this talk has given you a woody. I thought you were trying to hide something with your hand." Judy's raised voice caught everybody's attention as she again brought the news of Rod's hard-on to everyone's attention. "We'd better get you over to your motel and take care of it." She giggled as she pecked him on the lips and grasped the rising bulge in his crotch. I would've sunk through the floor if it were possible. Thoroughly humiliated and disgraced, I was glad for them to be finally leaving. However, little did I know that all that had occurred was just the beginning, rather than the end of my degrading ordeal. "Judy! Shame on you. Being almost family, why don't you take the young man up to James' room and help him relieve his erection. My, he does have a nice boner there. Much, much nicer than my James." I couldn't believe mother's statements. I was blushing the deepest of red as I saw my own mother, standing and observing the imprint of Rod's large swollen cock through his trouser fabric. "James, go turn back the covers on your bed and spruce up your room for your fiancee and her guest." Mother shouted to me. This was a night of un-beliefs and strangeness. I was more than dumfounded that my fiancee was going to be sleeping with an old boyfriend in my bed. I almost couldn't move, but my Aunt Jasmine helped me up and tugged my arm as she helped me toward my room, and what I had to do. "James, hurry up with the room and come back here and tell us when it's ready." Mother shouted in a loud voice as I ascended the stairs to my bedroom. "I'll come tell them." My aunt replied. "No! James will do it. After all, Judy is his fiancee!" As I climbed the stairs, tears began to swell up in my eyes in response to mother's words. It didn't take but two minute to prepare my room for my beautiful fiancee's tryst. I tried to present a calm exterior and image as I walked back down the stairs to inform the couple that my room was ready for their sexual liaison. I still found it hard to believe Judy and my own mother had placed me in a difficult degrading situation like this. "T-The room is ready." I softly said as I stood facing Mother, Aunt Jasmine, and Judy and Rod. Judy quickly led Rod up to my room as I stood there. "Judy is really lucky to have such a great sport for a future husband. Thanks for letting us screw in your bed." He said as he passed me. I said nothing. I looked down to avoid his eyes as well as for him not to see my watery ones. 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