Daughter Substituted Departed Wife

"Roberta, is he going to be OK?" asked Amanda

"Don't worry Amanda, men's balls are not made of glass. They do not break easily and can withstand some rough punishment." Was Roberta's reply.

After some minutes later I managed to gain my strength and stood up. Amanda still looked worried and I patted on her head, like I used to do when she was little, and assured her that I was going to be OK.

"Come here, let me have a look at those balls of yours." Roberta ordered.

I went close to her and lifted my penis up so she can have an unobstructed view. She carefully felt each testicle and made sure that none of them were swollen or damaged in any way.

"Good. I guess you shall remember this." She said

"I surly will." I said.

Chapter 5

As I am now unemployed and I receive social services allowances for the jobless, I have to go twice a week to the Social Security Department and sign a register that I am still unemployed. On those days I am given a break by my daughters and I do not have my balls clamped.

Saturday mornings became my judgment days. During the week they take note of my wrongdoings and omissions and judgment is passed on me. The punishments take several ways.

The punishments I hate most are the ones where I feel some sort of great pain. I do not mind slight pain, like when they slap me on my balls for minor immediate corrections. I hate it when they beat me with the horsewhip, wooden spoon or belt; when they make me sit on a butt plug until it is fully inserted up my butt and make me keep it for a long period. There are three different sizes of butt plugs. They start with the smallest and proceed to the largest. I know that after removing the largest one, I could insert the palm of my hand up my butt and my ass hole would be wide open and it would take some time to close up.

On occasions, when I am doing something on all fours, I get a kick on the balls from behind. This type of pain inflection is just for their pleasure as they say that my balls hanging there are an invitation for them to kick. Luckily they never kicked very hard to knock me out. Hard enough though to make my knees wobbly and have to catch my breath.

Humiliating me and abusing me became the order of the day. Women know that the most vulnerable place we men possess is our balls and they do make use of that part of my body quite often by slapping and squeezing them.

Mistakes or omissions were an excuse for them to punish me.

I became very careful in every aspect of my new life. However a few Sundays ago, when I took the breakfast to the girls' bedroom I saw that Roberta was already dressed up and ready to leave to meet a friend of hers. Amanda was still in bed. When she removed the quilt to sit down and have her breakfast, I noticed that she was naked as usual and she must have had a terrible night as the sheet was all crumbled up beneath her. She must have spent the night tossing and turning.

While Roberta swallowed her coffee and rushed out of the house, Amanda signaled me to kneel down so she could rest her feet on my back. I got used to being her footstool every morning while she took her breakfast at her leisure.

I don't know what happened that day, but when she finished her breakfast, she placed the tray on her bed as the normally does and stood up. For some unknown reason to me, she knelt down with her back side almost touching my face and she seemed to be looking for something under the bed.

I could not help admiring those meaty labia. From that distance they smelt pungent. She must have been wet during the night. An internal battle erupted. Should I take the opportunity and take those beautiful labia in my mouth or shall I leave them as they belong to my daughter. The bad idea won and I moved my face closer to her pussy and kissed those tempting labia.

She was surprised and did not expect this from me. I thought that she was going to raise hell and hit me hard where she knows where I hurt. I was surprised when she moaned and spread her knees and asked me to do it again. I brushed aside the thoughts that she was my daughter and did what my young mistress requested. Oh! They are as full as her mother's labia were full, quite a mouth full. I did not just kissed them but took them in my mouth and sucked them. My tongue soon parted those pussy lips and found itself licking her stiff clitoris. "Yes" I thought, she must have been playing with herself during the night as her clitoris was swollen and hard.

Whenever I lifted my face to take some breath, she grabbed my hair and pulled my head back to between her legs. Minutes later she became so wet that her juice started flowing from her pussy. Her breath became heavy and the moans of pleasure became louder. I hope the neighbours did not hear any of these noises.

When she seemed she had enough of that, she moved backwards closer to my body; she grabbed my penis, which by that time was as hard and ever I remember, and she slid it inside her and told me to pump her hard. By that time all my inhibitions were gone and I enjoyed making love to my own daughter.

Now she really became my dear wife's perfect replica.