Family Cuckold Ch. 03

This is a repost of Chapter 03, which somehow got deleted. It's been a very long time since I did any writing, "Life got in the way". I am starting back up, now, and so you can expect to see new works in a month or two. Thanks for all of your feedback!

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Unusually, Mary woke before I did on Saturday morning, and nudged me awake "Time to get up, Robin, it's going to be a great day, today, and I want to get moving."

I looked at the clock; it was just after 8am. I had slept hard, catching up from my fitful sleep the night before. My cock was hard, not just the normal morning erection, but also from two days of being made to masturbate but not come. I got up and, after my normal routine in the bathroom, came out to find Mary getting dressed.

"Go and start breakfast, sissy. You look so nice, all shaved and smooth; I want you to serve us naked this morning. Go in and wake Gina before you go downstairs, and make sure you treat her with the respect she deserves."

I fought to keep my excitement under control, but was still semi-hard when I knocked on my daughters' bedroom door. She didn't answer, so I knocked one more time and then opened the door and went in.

Gina was still asleep, laying on her stomach, the sheets and blankets gathered around her waist. Her t-shirt had ridden up slightly, so I could see a few inches of her bare back. I knelt down by the side of her bed and gently patted her on the shoulder.

"Wake up, Miss Gina, it's after eight, and I'm going to go and cook breakfast for you."

She slowly opened her eyes and rolled over, looking up at me with half open eyes.

"Mmmm, Ok, I'm awake"

Then, as she fought to clear her head, she noticed I was naked and kneeling, and smiled.

"Oh, jeez, look at you, daddy. I'm not sure I'm ready for that first thing in the morning, but I guess there are worse ways to wake up than having your father kneeling like s slave. Stand up, let me see you."

I did as she asked, and just couldn't help myself. I started to harden as she stared at my body.

"You look much better shaved, daddy. And, it's ok, you can get hard, I'm getting to like that I can have you like this. I like that it excites you to be my slave. Tell me you like it too, even though I can see that it does."

"Thank you, Miss Gina. It does excite me. It excites and embarrasses and humiliates me. Knowing that you are learning all about me, are learning to abuse me, making me server you. It's an incredible feeling. Thank you for accepting me as I am. I don't know if you will understand this yet, you may need to have more sexual experience, but I'm convinced that you will get it, probably sooner rather than later"

"Mmm, and what is that, sissy? Tell me."

"Well, you wanted to know how or why I get excited, why I enjoy humiliation. I was thinking about it last night. I still don't think I can tell you why, but there is one thing that I know. You know what it's like to, umm, feel horny, I'm sure, right?"

Gina giggled. "Of course I do, silly. I'm not exactly pure, you know!"

"Yes, well, for me, and for many others, it's like the horniness builds and builds, especially when I'm doing something, or being made to do something, but don't, you know, come. Anyway, like I said, it just builds, like pressure or something, and then all of a sudden, it's like someone turns a switch or something in your head."

"Ok, and then?"

"Well, like I said, it just happens, and, when it does, it's like all the, umm, limits, all the things you think of as normal and taboo, they just disappear. Once I'm in that state, then I will literally do anything, and actually, the more taboo, the more degrading and humiliating and perverted it is, the more I want to do it, the more I enjoy doing it. Once I'm in that mood, my mind is craving your mother, and now you, I guess, to think of something really bad to make me do, and I just want it like a drug. Does that make any sense?"

"Well, considering that you only woke me up 3 minutes ago, and considering that your my dad, and considering that I'm still getting into this", she laughed, "Yeah, it does ... kind of"

Gina looked at me and smiled.

"Stroke it for me. I can't get enough of making my own father, my sissy father, jack off for me. Just don't forget the rules."

"Yes, Miss Gina."

I slowly started to stroke my cock. Within seconds I was leaking copious amounts of precum, and I smeared it all over the head. I had to admit, feeling myself smooth, hairless, really was a good feeling. Doing it in front of my daughter was intense.

"Now tell me again, daddy, beg me to do it to you. Beg me to humiliate you"

Gina stretched as she watched and listened, smirking, and then pulled the covers up further on her body. I could see her arm moving under the sheet. She caressed her stomach, and then I watched it move lower.

"Please, Miss Gina. You are my daughter, I am your father, but I am now also your slave. Please, treat me just like that, your slave, your sissy slave. I'll do anything you tell me to, anything, anytime. I need it, Miss Gina, please. I need to be humiliated by you, need to feel pain from you, and I'll do anything you want if you give it to me. PLEASE!"

She giggled as she watched me, spilling my guts and my soul to her, watching her. My hips moved, involuntarily, and I moaned as I fought to control myself.

"Mmm, Mom was right, it IS fun to tease you like this. You are a fucking sissy panty wearing slave. My father, who wears panties and jacks of just because I tell him to. You are going to get your wish today; I'm going to do my best to make sure of that. Now, get out of here, slave, I want some breakfast."

I turned, embarrassed, and left her room.

Thirty minutes later I had breakfast cooked and served. Mary had showered quickly and dressed in a thin summer dress; pale blue flowers with spaghetti straps. Gina was still in her t-shirt and panties. I was still naked and, at Gina's instruction, was standing at the side of the table while she and her mother ate.

"It's going to be so much fun, Mom, I can't wait. But, umm, do you mind if we go to a different mall, today. I don't want to run into any of my friends, you know?"

"Of course, baby, I'd already thought about that, and I'm glad you have too. It's so much fun to humiliate him in public, but we do have to be careful about people we know. There are some that we can trust, but we have to be very sure about it before we introduce anyone new."

"You mean there are some people that we know, who know about it, who know he is a slave, and everything?" Gina was amazed. "Who? Do I know them?"

"Well, yes, dear, there are a few friends of ours. And, yes, there are one or two that you know. But, before I tell you who, you have to promise me something. You cannot let them know about us, the three of us, I mean. It's one thing for them to know what a sissy your father is, and that he is my slave and everything, but what the three of us are doing is bordering on illegal and not everyone would accept it, ok?"

"I know, you're right, and I promise I won't let them know what we do. But, please, tell me who?"

"Well, ok. You know Caroline, who works in my office? She and her husband Joe know."

"Ohmygod, both of them? Joe as well? How did they find out? What did they say? Do you make him do things with them? What?"

Mary laughed. I blushed.

"Yes, Joe as well, although not at first. Mary kind of guessed, from seeing how I controlled what your dad did when we were together, and asked me one evening when we were out drinking. I felt I could trust her and told her about it. She liked the idea and it kind of went from there. At first I just made your father do simple things like serve us both drinks here in the house, kind of like we did the first night with you, in his panties. Then, over time, we did more, and Caroline slowly convinced me that it would be ok, safe, for Joe to find out, so I let her tell him. We don't do it often, but now your sissy father serves all three of us."

"Are you serious? What do you make him do? Do you, you know, like make him jack off in front of Joe?"

"Why don't you go and get dressed so that we can go shopping, darling. I know you want to know more, and I'll tell you, but I have to explain a few other things first. Let's go shopping and I'll tell you more while we have lunch, ok?"

Gina was clearly disappointed, but after making her mother promise, she accepted it and went off to shower and change.

I cleaned up the kitchen, and then did the same.

When I got out of the shower, I found that Mary was waiting for me, and had put some clothes out for me. There was a pale pink polo shirt, some very lightweight cream pants, a pair of dark blue boyshorts with a lot of frilly lace around the waist and legs, and a pair of thigh-high stockings.

"Wear these, slut, I want you to feel very feminine, very vulnerable today. And, whatever you do, make sure you do whatever we tell you, especially Gina, I want her to feel totally confidant today. It's very important that she is not embarrassed, but is in complete control. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress. I understand"

I dressed and we went downstairs. Gina was waiting, dressed in a blouse and a fairly short denim miniskirt. She took one look at me and burst out laughing.

"Oh fuck, Mom, look at him. I've seen him in that pink golf shirt before, but today it is definitely girly. And look at his feet. Are those nylons? You made him wear nylons, and no socks?"

"Yes, dear, just for you. I wanted to be sure he was, you know, in the right frame of mind to be both submissive and obedient for you. Do you like it?"

"Hell yeah! I love it, but it's a good job we're gonna go where nobody will recognize us!"

They both laughed together, and I blushed a deep red.

By 10am we were all ready to go. As we walked out of the front door into the sunlight, Gina giggled to her mother. "Mom, look, if you look carefully, you can see the lace on the panties he's wearing."

"I know, darling, isn't it fun! What do you think, slut? Do you like that anyone who looks carefully will see your frilly panties?"

"Y-Yes, Mistress", I stammered, "If it pleases you both, then yes, I do"

"Perfect answer, daddy. You are such a fucking sissy, but I love you!"

We got into the car and started off to the Mall. I was driving, with Gina in the passenger seat and Mary sitting behind her. "Are you excited, Robin? You know we are going to be very cruel to you, don't you?"

"Yes, Mistress, I am. I'm sorry, but I am"

"Oh don't be sorry, we're going to enjoy it even more than you, I think!" She giggled. "Is he hard, Gina? Is he really excited?"

"Mo-om", she squealed, "I don't know. I can't tell the way he's sitting, ya know?"

"Well, feel him, baby. Don't be shy, he's your property. Feel him, and see, and if he's not really hard, then make him hard. We want him to be, you know, crazy!"

"ohmygod", Gina laughed, but then turned to face me as I drove. "Well, sissy panty daddy, ARE you hard?" She reached over and ran my hand over my lap. My cock strained at the panties as she ran her hand over it. "Yeah, he's hard, Mom," she giggled and then squeezed the head of my cock.

For the next 20 minutes, I drove while Gina kept her and in my lap. Every now and then she would squeeze me, or stroke me through my pants. All the while, she and her mother chattered away, sometimes about normal "girl stuff", and sometimes about what kinds of things Gina wanted to do.

Finally, we arrived at the mall, on the other side of town where we rarely went and I parked the car. As we got out and started to walk towards the entrance, I started to get more nervous than excited, and Mary noticed.

"Too late now, slut. You want this, you know you do, so there's no good being scared. We're going to do this, and you are going to be obedient, do you understand?"

"Y-yes, Mistress, but I am scared - scared and excited, both"

"I know, but I promise you, if you do exactly what we tell you, and especially Gina, it will be worth it. You are a submissive, panty-wearing slut. You crave this; I know it, you know it, and now Gina knows it. So be good and suffer and enjoy it, ok"

"Yes. Thank You, Mistress. Thank You, Miss Gina"

We entered the mall, and I already felt naked, felt sure that everyone knew about me, what I was wearing, and what we were there for.

"Let's start at Macy's," Mom, "I like the lingerie they have there, it's really feminine"

"Sure. baby. This day is for you, so whatever you like"

"Fuck, this is so hot", Gina laughed, taking me by the hand and pulling me along as Mary followed. "Come on daddy-slave, remember what you told me this morning? Well, I do, and I'm going to try and turn your switch!"

Catching me completely by surprise, Gina led us to the cosmetics department. There were half a dozen counters, each with a beautiful girl or woman in white coats and immaculately made up. She stopped at the Lancome counter and smiled at the salesgirl, who looked to me to be about 25.

"Good morning, how can I help you?"

"Oh, I want to look at some nail varnish", Gina replied, "Something red or pink, I think"

"Sure. Here's our Vernis Magnetic line," the girl spoke, softly, smoothly, "It's one of our newer products, and has a really deep shine, hardly ever chips, and lasts for up to seven days. The pink is called Pink Crystalline, and the red is Cinnamon Plum, which is really deep. These are really popular."

Gina took the two bottles and, looking at me, smiled. "These look great, but can I just try them, please?"

"Of course, I have some test bottles over here"

Gina led me over to the counter and, without hesitation, looked at me and said "Well, daddy, what do you think, do you like them?"

The salesgirl smiled at us both, obviously thinking Gina was asking my opinion for her.

"Err, yes, sure, they are both very pretty, umm, M- Gina" I almost made a mistake, by calling her "Miss", but caught myself before the salesgirl noticed.

"Good. Give me your hand"

My heart stopped then burst into what felt like two hundred beats per minute, and my throat went dry. I was not expecting this. "Err, what?"

"Give me your hand, daddy", Gina repeated, this time with s harder look in her eyes.

Burning red, I slowly lifted my left hand and let Gina take it in hers. The salesgirl's eyes were wide, and her mouth was open, although she remained silent, not sure she was hearing or seeing correctly.

"Good. Now let's see how Cinnamon Plum looks"

She easily undid the silver lid on the bottle, and with practiced ease pulled the brush out of the bottle and simultaneously wiped the excess polish off on the inside.

With a cruel smirk on her face, she expertly painted the nail of my index finger bright red, and then replaced the brush.

"Well, daddy, tell me. Do you like it? I do, but I'm not sure if pink wouldn't be better. We'd better try that one too, don't you think?"

Fortunately for me, because I was incapable of speaking, Gina didn't wait for a reply, but repeated the process with the Pink Crystalline, this time painting my thumbnail on the same hand.

With great seriousness, she studied them both, and then held my hand out in front of the salesgirl. "I'm not sure. Which do you think looks better? I just can't make up my mind"

The girl was almost as embarrassed as I was, but finally found her voice. "W-well, umm, they are err both umm lovely colors. I'm not, err, sure what to say" Her eyes were flicking between Gina and me, trying to understand what was happening.

"Well, we want you to look pretty, don't we daddy, and I guess it depends what we dress you in. I think we had better take both, don't you? Why don't you pay for them!"

"Y-yes, yes, ok, Gina" I stumbled, and then realized that even this would not be easy. I was going to have to reach into my pants pocked for my wallet, and it was on my left side! I fumbled a little, trying to figure out how to do this. I knew for sure I could not put my wet fingertips into my pocket.

Gina recognized my dilemma and giggled. "Oh, I guess you need help, huh, daddy?"

The salesgirl gasped as Gina moved beside and slightly behind me, and then reached down into my pants pocket. My wallet was the only thing in there, but she pretended to fumble around. She slowly grazed her fingernails up the side of my cock, which was standing upright in my panties."mm what's this .. oh .. that's not your wallet, is it daddy?" it was easy to see the outline of her fingertips moving up and down inside my pants, "ahh . here it is" she smiled, and pulled it out, leaving me standing there with a distinct bulge in my pants.

She handed me the wallet and smiled sweetly, "there, now pay the lady daddy, and thank her for her help"

I gingerly pulled my credit card out and handed it to the girl. "Thank you, err, Miss, we'll, umm, take both shades, please"

Still in shock, she took my credit card and went behind the counter to ring up the sale. It only took a few moments, but it felt like hours. While she was on the other side of the counter, I noticed her whispering and giggling to her associate, another girl. I wanted to sink into the floor.

They both came back over to where we were standing. Our salesgirl handed me the credit slip and my card, while the other girl put the two bottles into a Lancome bag and passed it to Gina.

"Oh, no ... those are for him, not me. Right daddy?"

I shakily signed the slip and took the bag from the second girl. "Yes, err, Thank You," I mumbled, and took the bag.

"You're welcome, Sir. Be careful not to smudge your nails, now, they won't take long to dry." The two girls giggled at her joke, and leaned into each other as they covered their mouths, trying hard not to laugh out loud.

Gina smiled at them and grabbed my hand. "Come on daddy, we've got more pretty things we need to buy, don't we?"

Without waiting, she pulled me down the aisle and towards the escalator.

As soon as we were out of earshot she turned to me, and then Mary and whispered "Oh my god, I did it, that was so freaking incredible. Was it ok, Mom? How did it feel, daddy, did you enjoy it? I know I did. We have to do more of this, this is GREAT!"

Mary laughed at Gina's excitement "It was wonderful darling, I am SO proud of you; you are going to be great at this. I just couldn't believe how well you did it, I just stood and watched. You were awesome!"

"And you, daddy, tell me you liked it. I felt it, I know you were hard. Your, your cock was like rock", she blushed slightly, still not fully comfortable referring to it.

"Yes, Miss Gina, I have to admit, that I did. I almost died for a minute, but I did, and now that it's over, I really liked it. Thank You! Did I please you?"

"Oh, yeah, fuck yes, you pleased me. But, it's not over yet, that was just the beginning, to make sure I could do it. The best is yet to come sissy. Come on!"

She grabbed my hand as we rode up the escalator and gripped it hard. As we got off at the top she again led the way and walked purposefully towards the lingerie department.

We were soon surrounded by racks and mannequins, bra's, slips, panties, corsets, garter belts and other delights were everywhere. Gina spotted a DKNY display and headed for it, pulling my hand while Mary followed a few steps behind, stopping to look at things on her own.

Gina had spotted a mannequin wearing a plum colored bra, panty and garter-belt set, with black trim and bows.

"Oh, daddy, look at this, it's beautiful!"

I had to admit, it was a beautiful set. Gorgeous in fact. As I got closer, I could see that the panty was actually a thong, and that as beautiful as it was, I would have difficulty wearing it. It was narrow at the front, and I knew that as I walked I would inevitably fall out of the sides. This was why I liked boyshorts so much - they didn't have that problem.