Submissive Ch. 04bylinkznut©
Submissive IV- Robert's Home
It was Friday afternoon and Carol Johnson was heading home. She'd been looking forward to this weekend for several weeks now. Her daughter's senior class play was this weekend, one show tomorrow night and one show Sunday afternoon. Although putting on the play itself was quite exciting, the hard work and time commitment leading up to it had been very demanding, not only for Kristin, who had a supporting role in the play, but for Carol as well. Carol had volunteered to help out with the production and had been to rehearsals six nights a week for the last three weeks.
Rehearsals had also marked the rebirth of Carol's sexuality, including the emergence of a submissive, bi-sexual side she'd never exhibited before. It had started two weeks ago when Carol was taken by her daughter's best friend, Becky, after rehearsal one night. It culminated earlier this week when she'd submitted to Billy, another high school senior in the play. In between, she was taken by her own daughter and had become her lover.
Yes, the hectic schedule associated with the last three weeks would not be missed. But the new elements of her sexuality that had emerged on account of the play would be a part of her life forever.
But of equal importance, tonight her son was coming home from college for the weekend. Robert was in his second year of college, attending a university across the state. She hadn't seen her oldest child since Christmas break, nearly two months ago. His homecoming meant a temporary change in the sleeping arrangements that she and her daughter had come to enjoy, but it was only for one weekend. Her new lifestyle was not something she planned on sharing with her son.
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As she pulled into her driveway at about 5:30, she noticed that Robert's car was already there. She hurried into the house and found him sitting in the living room with Kristin.
"Hi, baby," she greeted him. He rose from his seat and they gave each other a warm hug. "How was your trip?"
"It was fine, mom. How have things been with you?"
"Hectic," she replied. "But things should slow down after the weekend. I'm so glad you could make it back for your sister's play."
"Aw, Mom. You know I'd never miss little sister's dramatic debut," he grinned.
"You guys sit down and talk while I go change. I'll be right back," Carol said.
She returned in a few minutes, wearing a powder blue jogging outfit, with no shoes or socks. She noticed that Robert had pulled a kitchen chair into the living room and was sitting on that. "Is something wrong, honey?" she asked. "Why are you sitting in that chair?"
"I'm fine, mom. This chair just feels good after two half hours in the car."
"Okay," Carol answered, taking a seat on the sofa. "Where's Kristin?"
"She went to her room for a minute. She should be right back."
It was several minutes before Kristin returned. When she did, she moved directly to the sofa and sat down immediately next to her mom. She was so close, in fact, that their thighs were pressing against each other. Such closeness in the presence of Robert made Carol very uneasy. She wanted to move over, but she was already at the end of the couch and she didn't dare draw attention to her nervousness by moving to a different seat.
Kristin and Robert were talking together as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Gradually, Carol began to relax and enter into the conversation. But when Kristin's hand slid onto her thigh and squeezed, she gasped audibly.
"Are you okay, mom?" Robert asked.
"Is something wrong, mom?" Kristin chirped in, again squeezing her mom's leg, then rubbing her hand up and down her thigh.
Carol was barely able to control her shaking. "I'm fine," she said. "Just a little gas, that's all." What was wrong with Kristin, she wondered. What was she trying to do? But then she looked at Robert, who was acting like nothing unusual was happening. Maybe she was just overreacting, she thought to herself.
But still, she couldn't get her mind off of Kristin's hand moving slowly back and forth on her thigh as she talked to Robert. And in spite of herself, she realized that it felt good and that it was turning her on.
It was at that moment that Kristin leaned over, wrapped her arms around her, and kissed her hard. Instinctively, Carol opened her mouth in response to the kiss. The kiss was short, but powerful, and left Carol dazed and confused.
"Kristin," she stammered, "what are you doing?"
A sly little smile slid across Kristin's lips. "What I'm doing is showing Robert his dear sweet mother's true colors."
A deep crimson flooded Carol's cheeks. "But Kristin, he's my son!" came her whispered response.
"And I'm your daughter and you didn't let that little fact keep you from fucking me!"
"Kristen!" Carol gasped, turning her head briefly towards her son, then returning her horrified gaze quickly to her daughter.
"And I'm his brother and that hasn't stopped us from doing it, either."
A death-like silence filled the air as the Kristin's words echoed through Carol's head. Finally, she swallowed the massive lump in her throat and managed to take a breath. "You . . . and Robert?"
"Enough talk!" Kristin countered firmly. "On your feet . . . slut!"
But Carol -- stunned, shocked and mortified at what she'd heard -- couldn't find the strength to do anything other than sit there and stare at daughter with her mouth hanging agape. Finally, she managed to blink her eyes and shake her head. "But . . ."
"No 'buts,'" Kristin interrupted firmly. "Now, I gave you an order, didn't I?"
Even at this point, there was a part of Carol that was screaming no, this is too much! But the thought of disappointing or disobeying her daughter ultimately was to much to overcome. So, in a voice that was so soft it could barely be heard, she dropped her head and responded.
"Yes, what?" Kristin immediately retorted.
Carol swallowed the lump in her throat, then lifted her head to face her daughter. "Yes, Miss Kristin," she said. Then, without another word, she rose to her feet and awaited her next instruction.
A moment after Carol rose, Kristin rose, and then stepped to the center of the room. "Come her, slut."
This time Carol moved to obey without protest.
"Turn and face your son," Kristin commanded. "And don't take your eyes off of him."
Reluctantly, Carol turned to Robert and lowered her eyes to his. It was at that moment that what little remaining pride and self-respect she may have had melted away. After all, it was one thing to engage in an incestuous affair like her children obviously had. It was quite another for a middle-aged mother of two to submit herself to the whims of her daughter -- not to mention her daughter's girlfriend -- like the lust-crazed slut she'd obviously become.
After a painfully long moment, Kristin placed her hands on her shoulders as she stepped behind her. Carol felt the hands of her lover -- her mistress -- as they gently massaged her shoulders. And when her daughter's hands found her breasts, caressing them through her top, pulling her body back until she pressed against her daughter's tits, she groaned helplessly.
A moment later Kristin reached for the zipper of her sweatshirt causing Carol to gasp as she instinctively lifted her hands to stop her. For a moment, neither woman spoke, and neither woman moved.
"I really don't want to punish you," Kristin finally said. "But if I have to, I will. The choice is yours."
Carol hesitated one more second, before easing her hands back to her sides. "I'm sorry, Miss Kristin," she said, still not taking her eyes off Robert. "Please forgive me."
Her daughter leaned in and kissed her gently on the ear. "There, there. Don't worry, slut. Miss Kristin's going to take real good care of you tonight. Just relax now." But Carol didn't relax. Not even a little.
The next thing she knew, the zipper of her sweatshirt was slipping slowly downward. When it finally reached the bottom and released, she felt her daughter's hands move to her shoulders and ease the garment down her arms.
Her whole body was shaking when Kristin released the clasp that secured her bra. And even as she struggled to comprehend exactly how fast things were happening, her daughter was tossing her bra onto Robert's lap and she was standing before her son topless, her tits fully exposed. With no small amount of desperation, she stared at him, searching for some sign of understanding. But his face was blank.
She felt her sweatpants and panties sliding over her hips, then slipping down her legs to pool around her feet. Then, after Kristin lightly tapped her leg, she lifted each foot obediently.
Behind her, Kristin stood up and wrapped her arms around her stomach. "What do you think of my slut, big brother?"
"She's absolutely gorgeous, sis," Robert said, a smile finally emerging on his face. "She doesn't seem to always obey quite as quickly as she should, but she certainly is a beautiful creature."
As Carol stood there, she felt a certain pride in her appearance. After all, how many 40 year olds could get comments like that from a 20 year old? She felt her nipples stiffen as she stood before him, awaiting her mistress's next instructions.
"It looks like you're getting to her, Robert. Look at her nipples perking up."
Reaching between her mother's legs, Kristin dipped her fingers into her pussy. Carol gasped. "And look at this. She's soaking wet," she said as she held her fingers to her mother's lips.
Without any urging, Carol took the fingers in her mouth and sucked off her own juices.
Next, Kristin's hands returned to her mother's body, wandering over her breasts, squeezing her mounds, pinching and pulling her nipples, causing Carol's body to tingle, even as a moan escaped her lips. And again, she searched her son's eyes for signs of approval, even as her daughter pulled a hand from her breast and eased it down to her pussy,
When Kristin's fingers entered her pussy Carol shivered, her pleasure continuing to grow as her daughter caressed her tits with one hand and pumped her pussy with the other.
And then Kristin stopped.
Carol almost collapsed in shock as the pleasure was abruptly halted. "On the floor, slut," Kristin commanded before her head had a chance to clear. "On your back, your pussy towards your son." But when her mother didn't immediately obey, she was forced to add a terse, "Now, slut!"
Shaken from her momentary daze, Carol dropped to the floor and assumed the appropriate position.
"Now, slut, I want you to masturbate for your son. Show him what a perverted, twisted fuck you really are."
With all doubt strangely vanquished, there was no hesitation as Carol put her hands quickly to work, wandering over her body as she squirmed hungrily over the floor before him. Her left hand grabbed her tits, squeezing them, massaging them, pulling them. Her right hand shot to her pussy, digging deep into her folds, pumping in and out as if the safety of the world depended on her orgasm.
As aroused as she was, she knew she wouldn't last long. She could feel the pleasure wave building within her as she tried to keep her eyes on Robert. But they closed on their own accord when her orgasm hit home, leaving her writhing and squirming on the floor while her fully clothed son and daughter looked on.
Her chest still gasping for air, she slowly regained some sense of where she was. Opening her eyes, she immediately searched out Robert's eyes, again searching for some sign of approval, or at least understanding. And this time, when she found his eyes, she also found an ear-to-ear grin covering his face.
Her reverie was broken by Kristin's voice. "That was very nice, slut. Did you enjoy masturbating for you son?"
"Yes, Ma'am. I enjoyed it very much," she answered honestly, her eyes glued to Robert's.
"I think Robert would like to play with your titties," Kristin commented. "Don't you?"
"Yes, Ma'am," she answered quickly. "May I let him, Ma'am?" she added hopefully.
"Of course you may."
Slowly, Carol rolled to her knees, got to her feet and walked to where her son sat in the straight back, armless kitchen chair. Straddling his legs, she lowered herself onto his lap, before reaching her hands out and running them slowly through his hair. When she leaned over and pressed her lips to his, he responded eagerly, their tongues meeting in a miniature dance of love.
While their tongues did their special dance, she felt his hands slide onto her tits. Moaning with pleasure, she pressed her lips harder against his, even as she pushed her breasts further into his grasp. He responded without hesitation, squeezing and massaging the breasts before withdrawing his lips from hers and moving them towards her heaving orbs.
She pulled him to her quickly, pulling his hair as his mouth assaulted first one breast, then the other. Her excitement once more building as she released his hair and reached for her love button, pulling back the hood with her left hand, even as she attacked the swollen bud with her right.
And then, as her son's teeth bit down firmly on her nips, another orgasm wracked her body.
When he finally withdrew his mouth, his mother's limp body collapsed against him. He wrapped his arms around her, stroking her back and hair softly as she nuzzled against him, still not quite fully recovered.
He held her like that for several minutes, both of them satisfied to let the moment last.
It was Kristin that finally shattered the peace. "Slut!"
Carol responded slowly and with a gentle push from Robert. "Yes, Miss Kristin."
"Isn't it time that you relieved your poor son of his pent up anxiety?" she asked.
Carol instantly perked up. "Yes, Miss Kristin"
"I think a blow job would be in order, if that's alright with your son," she responded.
All eyes looked to Robert. "Yes," he said pensively. "I think a blow job would be perfect."
Without getting off Robert's lap, Carol began unbuttoning her son's shirt. It went slowly, her hands shaking with anticipation. When she finally got the shirt unbuttoned, she pushed it over his shoulders and off of first one arm, and then the other, before finally discarding it in the corner.
Finally regaining some of her composure, she ran her fingertips gently over his chest. "I haven't touched this chest since I used to bathe you," she said quietly. Then, leaning over, she circled his chest with her tongue, before biting softly on his nipples.
She rose from his lap and stood before him. Taking his hands in hers, she pulled him to his feet. Quickly, she reached for his belt, undid it, and unsnapped his snap. Then she dropped to her knees before him and slid his unwanted pants down his legs.
She gasped when she saw him. Eight inches long he stood, and so thick she wasn't sure she could get her mouth around it. She stroked it lovingly as he stepped out of his pants.
She felt Kristin's hands on her head. "It's beautiful, don't you think?"
"Oh, my yes," she answered reverently. "It's absolutely gorgeous." She looked up at Robert, and then back to his cock. Reaching out with her tongue, she gently circled the eye of his monster, taking just the head into her mouth. She bobbed on his tip a few times before withdrawing and running her tongue up and down his length, stroking him firmly with her hand as he met her strokes with little thrusts of his own. Then she returned the tip to her lips and took him again. Only this time she didn't settle for just the tip, instead straining to take his entire width, sliding as much of him into her mouth as she could. And then she began bobbing her head up and down.
"Oh yeah, baby, that's it," she heard him moan. "Just like that."
Excited by his words of encouragement, she increased her efforts, continuing to work his rod until, without warning, his hands grabbed hold of her head, held her motionless and began thrusting his cock in and out of her mouth like it was his own little fuck hole.
At first she almost gagged, but somehow she managed to keep on, weathering his lust-filled onslaught with pride and determination. It was only a few moments later that she got her reward as his body went tense and his seed began shooting into her mouth.
Determined to make him proud, she swallowed as much of him as she could, but ultimately his excitement proved too much as the last few drops slipped from the corner of her mouth and onto her cheeks.
And then it was over. Slowly, she released him and let him ease into the chair. Their eyes met and he smiled at her. "That was amazing, Mom." he said. "Simply amazing."
She smiled, rose to her feet, and turned to her daughter, who was sitting on the sofa fully dressed, and held out her arms invitingly.
Kristin rose quickly and crossed the short distance to her mother. They immediately fell into each other's arms, locking their lips together in a long, passionate kiss. Withdrawing her lips at last, Kristin licked Roberts cum off her mom's cheeks and chin, then returned her lips to Carol's with Robert's cum included. Then they kissed some more, before Carol finally broke their embrace and pulled Kristin's T-shirt swiftly over her head.
After exposing her daughter's bra-less breasts, Carol bent over to nibble on her stiff nipples. She felt Kristin's hands running through her hair, heard her moaning soft little words of encouragement. Wasting very little time, Carol reached down and pushed Kristin's sweatpants over her firm ass and down her legs.
Needing absolutely no prompting, Kristin kicked the pants quickly aside, leaving a naked mother and daughter wrapped in a tender embrace, their hands needfully exploring each other's body while their naked son/brother looked on.
Clearly, the action before him was getting to Robert. Like most men, it was Robert's fantasy to watch two women making love, but when the two women were his mother and sister, it was almost too much to bear. Despite having shot his load only minutes before from his mom's blow job, he could already feel the excitement returning to his cock.
As he watched, the two women eased down to their knees without breaking their embrace. Taking a rare initiative, his mom eased Kristin onto her back. Then, moving quicker, she straddled her daughter's head, bent over and buried her face in her pussy.
Robert watched the women's 69 intently, gently stroking his cock while the two women went at each other. He watched as they writhed on the floor, moaning as their pleasure mounted. He found himself unable to take his eyes off his mother's pussy, which was pointed directly at him, sitting just beneath her dark hole, and framed by her gorgeous checks.
Finally, he dropped to his knees, grabbed hold of his mother's ass cheeks and moved his cock to the gates of her pussy. He paused briefly, revelling in the feeling of his sister's tongue dancing back and forth between his tool and his mother's dripping pussy. And then he eased his cock in.
For a moment, Carol abandoned Kristin's pussy, raising her head and turning back to look at her son. She smiled at him, a glassy look in her eyes, before turning back to her daughter's treasure as Robert grabbed her by both hips and began pumping his member in and out. It was a moment or so later before Carol abandoned any pretence of eating Kristin's cunt in favor of rocking her body in concert with his thrusts.
Soon, they were both moaning loudly, slamming into each other, with Kristin trying to lick or suck any body part that came into range while her hands were thrusting madly in and out of her own pussy. And then the orgasms began.
First was Carol, her body shaking wildly as she moaned in pleasure. Then Kristin grabbed hold of her mom's waist, pulling her down on her as her orgasm washed over her body. And finally Robert, thrusting his cock into his mother's pussy as she lay atop her daughter, trying to squeeze out every drop of semen that he could.