Family Masters Ch. 01-04

Chapter 1

The room held a heavy silence, like everyone was standing on the edge of a knife. Luna sat alone in a chair in the center of the room, her whole family surrounding her. It felt like an intervention, but she didn't have any vices, even at the frat parties she'd tended to nurse a single beer all night. She'd come home for a five-day weekend, thanks to the holiday and her clever schedule. Once her father learned she'd have so many days home, he told her they had to talk; the whole family had to talk. So, he sat her down, and the family fidgeted with nervous energy.

She had a large, loving, happy, and unusually beautiful family. Her grandparents, Grandpa Aaron and Grandma Maryanne, were in their mid-sixties, but somehow looked much younger. She knew her grandpa dyed his hair black, and her grandma likely did the same with her dark red hair, but she'd never admit it; it ran down to just above her butt, shiny and smooth. Aaron was about 5'10" tall, Maryanne was 5'6". Aside from small crow's feet at the corners of the eyes and some little wrinkles at the edge of the mouth, they had smooth skin over their faces. And since they had a family pool in between the four houses, she knew their bodies were just as young-looking. Her grandma and the other women in the house mostly sunbathed topless her whole life, so she could see that Maryanne's breasts also still looked good, and her grandpa, although thin, was very fit.

The other older woman in the room was her godmother, Ericka, her half-brother's mother. If her parents looked good for their age, Ericka was a scientific marvel in how great she looked, just a handful of years younger than her grandparents. Her big D-cups, were full and surprisingly firm, holding high on her chest. She was 5'6" tall, fit, and slim, but had wider hips, giving a classic hourglass figure. Her face was amazing, beautiful bright eyes, short shoulder-length brown hair, full pouty lips, and clear smooth skin. Ericka and her grandparents sat tightly together, all holding hands, Luna believed their relationship was much closer than they admitted. She wasn't completely blind to the sideways looks and lingering touches.

Then in the big chair, was her father, Steven, and on the arm of the chair was her mother, Svetlana, who preferred Lana, with her arm around his shoulders. Her dad was 6'0" tall, thin with tight limber muscles, short brown hair, green eyes, 42 years old, and a feminine face. He was strong in both muscle and presence, serving as the head of the household and the leader in the nebula business that provided for their livelihood, a dominant personality. Her mother was hot. 5'6" tall, thin, skinny, fit, long straight platinum blonde hair, tight butt, thighs, and legs, a beautiful face with maybe a too strong jaw, bright sapphire blue eyes, 43 years old, and nice full C-cup breasts. They both looked at her with apprehension, pride, love, and a little fear.

Also sitting together, on a love seat, were her aunt Sandy and uncle Anton. Sandy, her father's twin, and Anton, her mother's younger brother; even though it wasn't crazy, it always took a bit to explain how everyone was connected. The two seemed like total opposites; Sandy was short, 5'2", and Anton was tall at 6'2". Sandy tiny, compact, toned, with small breasts. Anton was muscular, with large shoulders and biceps, numerous tight abs, and a look of cold, solid strength. Sandy has long soft red hair, while Anton has short platinum blonde hair. Sandy green eyes and soft features to Anton's blue eyes with sharp strong features. They also had the same look of fear and apprehension, which bugged her that they were all worried about what was going to be said here.

The last five people in the room were her siblings and cousins. Her brothers, twins, Michael and Nicholas, or Mick and Nick as they preferred, were a few weeks short of 20. Identical, at 5'11" tall, short light brown hair, maybe slightly red in direct sunlight, softer features like her father and grandfather, but stronger jaws like their mother, in good shape, not a high athletic level, but run-every-morning shape. They had their mother's blue eyes and consistent mischievous smiles.

Her half-brother, Nathan, or Nate. Quite similar to the twins, a little shorter, a little more muscular, hair a little darker, jaw a little softer, green eyes instead of blue, a few months older, but he looked like family.

Then there were Sandy and Anton's two daughters. The older, Sasha, a few months younger than the twins, tall, 5'10", bright green eyes, long soft red hair, soft features, small nose, delicate jaw and chin, really thin, with breasts on the small side, making her whole profile tall and thin, but she's also fit, with a tight ass, and strong solid legs. She also has an intense stare, a resting bitch face, which she mostly encompasses, being very intense and a force of nature.

And then there was the younger, Sonya, a few months older than Luna. Her cousin, her best friend, her soul-sister. And they looked more like twins than even her twin brothers looked like each other. They both had long straight platinum blonde hair, same bright blue eyes, same jaw, height within an inch of each other at, 5'4", they even both had the same single dimple on the left side of their mouth. Everyone thought they'd stop looking so similar during puberty, but the only difference was that Luna's breasts were just a bit larger, a teardrop C-cup, while Sonya was a fuller B-cup, but their bodies had the same, small slim strong muscles that they used for the sport of swimming. With Luna being a bit faster and that got her a partial scholarship to a college two and a half hours away, while Sonya went to the local college, the one all four of their parents went to.

They actually looked so much like each other that when they were 14 they came up with the conspiracy theory that they actually were Steven's twins, but he didn't want two sets so he had Sandy raise one of them. It got so much traction with them that they bought two of those family genetic kits and tested them. Since both sets of parents were related it meant they were actually more than cousins, but did show they weren't sisters; just the way genetics worked with the way their parents were related.

She looked at all of them in turn, back and forth, trying to read their expressions. The twins had grins like it was going to be the funniest thing ever. Sasha had an almost sneer, but also something like lust. Sonya's look was one of fear and shame, like she'd lied to Luna. Her grandparents' demeanor was loving and caring, as if they were always there for her. Her parents had small smiles, like a gift was coming. It was very confusing and the longer they sat there silent, the more her anxiety built.

Finally, her father leaned forward and started to speak, "Baby, this is not easy to explain, even though we've done it with all the other children when they were old enough," he coughed and paused as he looked to the others of her generation. "I know you're not blind and have seen things over the years... Parties at the mansion, secret locked room that I know you kids broke into when you were teens, your grandparents having loud guests, Ericka sneaking into the main house at night... I know, you know, that your family has... Kinks."

"Dad!" Luna groaned, "I don't care and don't need to know what you do behind closed doors!"

"Need is the interesting word here," he coughed again.

Lana picked up where he left off, "You do 'need' know some of it, because we need to know what you want to do about them."

"Why would I have to 'do' anything!?" Luna asked, confused.

Steven picked back up, "our kinks involve other people, parties, orgies... I know this is a lot for a father to say to a daughter, but you need to understand. Let's start with this, if your mother and I had another couple come to the house or the pool and wanted to have sex with them in the more public areas, what would you say?"

"Say? Why would I say anything? I'd ignore it, or ask you not to."

"What if that couple was your grandparents?"

Luna's mind reeled, not sure she heard right or understood, "What!? Why would the couple be...?"

"Our real kink, the big one, the one you need to know about, understand, and take a stance on, is that we all engage in incest. I have sex with my parents, my sister, Ericka; all of them. Including, the twins, Sasha, and Sonya; their not all bisexual, but everyone has some relationship with some other person in the room."

"What!?" Luna said again, taking another look at everyone's face.

"We are telling you this for a few reasons. First, we need to know how you want to handle it. Do you think we're freaks and never want to see any of us again? Do you want to ignore it and pretend we're just like we've always been, or do you want to join? There is no pressure, you won't be kicked out, mocked, ignored, hated, or shunned. If you hate us for our depravity and don't want anything to do with us, we'll still send you money, still pay for your education, still top off your trust, but we'll keep our distance."

"No!" Luna yelled. She loved her family, she needed a minute, but she wasn't leaving them. But, how could she decide that, how could she understand her feelings while being stared at by her family? "I'm not leaving, but... the questions..."

"I understand," Steven said, "I really do. Honey, your grandparents spent years in sexual frustration, not understanding what they enjoyed. They grew up in a religiously conservative town and couldn't be sexually free." Luna was surprised by that, her grandparents were so open to nearly everything, LGBTQ, kinks, and nudity; not conservative at all. Steven continued through her thoughts. "They tried several things until a forceful man showed Maryanne that she loved submissiveness. This led her to Nathan and Ericka." Luna had been told about Nate's 'father', but not his sexual kinks, because why would she? "Nathan and Ericka showed first Maryanne and then Aaron, that they enjoyed sexual slavery. They accepted them as Master and Mistress." Luna stared at Ericka... Mistress!?

"Then, once your aunt and I were over 18, Nathan desired to bring us in as well... He didn't do so quite as ethically as he should have. He was... Gruff, pushed too hard, used my parents' submissiveness to have them lie to us..." Luna, still looking at Ericka, saw shame in her eyes. "He got my hackles up and I fought against him." He paused again, looked at Sandy, and smiled widely at her. "Sandy wanted to try submissiveness, to serve him, while I didn't, but was afraid of losing my family to the force of nature that was my parents' master. So I confessed my feelings to her, we gave each other our virginity, and then I asked if she would serve me instead of Nathan. She agreed on the condition that she could still 'play' with Nathan. So he trained us, me as a Dom, her as a sub, and that in turn led to us... to turning into what you see. We joined a sex club, had sex with many different people, and also part of that club was a brother and sister, Lana and Anton, and we joined forces, to marry, to have kids, to hide from the world."

Luna looked at her mother and then her uncle; they also had sex? Steven kept going, "So, we don't want to push, to lie, or to trick you kids. But, we also wanted to give the option to join the family's 'activities'. This is how we decided to do it. When each of you is old enough and when we can get everyone together, we tell them, let them ask any question, none of us will lie about anything, and let you decide."

Luna's mouth opened and closed several times. She finally said, "I need time."

"Of course. Most of the others had the same reaction. You can go to one of the rooms and a few of us want to come to you and talk one-on-one if you're okay with that?"

"Yes, I think I can handle that." Luna moved quickly from the chair and rushed out of the room, not wanting to see their faces. She found the first empty guest room in the mansion, jumped on the bed, and hugged a pillow in front of her. She thought about it, tried to take it all in even though it was way too much. She wasn't a prude, not a virgin, she'd had a threesome with another woman in the mix, she liked to be spanked a little during sex, but kinky, slaves, mistress, and incest!? That seemed like a lot. Were her brothers having sex with Sasha, or their mother, or grandparents!? Oh, my, God! Was that hot, or gross? Was she okay with it or too weirded out? How could she decide how she felt about any of it, let alone all of it!?

She went back and forth, searching her feelings and desires, when a knock came on the door and opened a moment later. Then her dad walked in, and he at least had the wherewithal to look a little nervous and ashamed, "Hey, daddy," she said, and then flinched a little, as daddy was a sex nickname, and she got self-conscious, but it didn't seem like he clocked it.

"Hey, princess. You ready for me?"

"I guess. I'm going back and forth and not getting anywhere."

Steven went over and sat on the edge of the bed.

Luna asked as he paused, "What do you expect from me?"

"The only thing I truly need from you is your word that you'll keep this private. Some things we do could cause issues with school, work, the community, and even the law."

"Oh. Of course, Dad. I'd never..."

"I know, honey, but I had to say it out loud. I also didn't think you'd reject us, but I also had to give you the option."

"Yeah," she said slowly, "But, what do you expect from the... sex?"

"Nothing. Literally. Honey... Sex, kinks, even within the BDSM kink itself, nothing is expected, no two people have the exact same desires. So if you 'join', if you play, you can do it however you want..." He moved closer to her and touched her hand, giving it a gentle pat. "Luna, your grandparents, Ericka, and Sandy are all sex slaves. Ericka and Lana are switches. Anton is sexually submissive. They're all subs, but don't have the exact same needs or desires. Nate is a straight dominant. Sasha is a bi-dominatrix. Sonya seems to be a lesbian sub. Nick also seems sexually submissive like Anton, and Mick is open to everything, a pansexual switch. And me, even though I've had sex with men, consider myself straight and dominant. That's 12 people with different desires, kinks, and sexuality, who can all come together to explore and have fun. So when I say nothing is expected of you, that's what I mean, you can be a dom, a sub, gay, straight, you can spank or be spanked, you can do anal, use a strap-on to give anal, or if you're asexual, you can ignore it. I mean it. Anything or everything."

"Oh," Luna said with her mouth hanging open. "Thank you." She paused for a long beat. "You've had sex with men?"

"Yes. It started with Anton on the honeymoon. He wanted to try being a sex slave, and I did what a Dom is supposed to do. Then later, after Nathan's death, I took over control of my father, but I've only ever given, never took it."

Luna reeled at her father's candor, so open, so quick to answer, "You'll all really answer any question?"

"About the arrangement and sex, yes."

"So..." Another long pause, "Let's say I wanted... Some part of it... What would I do? Go out and point at someone and say 'fuck me'?"

"You could. But, consent is always there, whoever you point to can say no, but I don't think anyone out there would say no. Sasha is the only one who has sex with everyone, and I think she wants to finish her collection with you," he smiled widely.

"Who haven't you had sex with?"

"Nate."

"Oh. But, everyone else? Mick and Nick!?"

"I've fucked Nick, but only got a blowjob from Mick."

"That's so weird!"

"I know!" He laughed.

She looked down and away, not wanting to see his face when she asked her next question, "Do 'you' want to have sex with me?"

"Honey, are you ready to hear the real answer? Because if I say no, you may feel bad about not being enough, and if I say yes, you may see me as a dirty pervert. Either answer will change everything. I'll answer if you want me to."

She paused again, "Yes, I want to know." Then she blushed.

"Yes. You're gorgeous, like a perfect mix of Lana and Sandy. I love sex and love the way you look."

Luna shivered, that felt great. She thought she really should have thought he was a pervert, but she just didn't. She liked being wanted, he was hot for an old guy, he was sexually confident, he had an aura of power and control, and being wanted by a powerful person was hot. "Dad, you implied, that you needed to tell me all this because 'something' was going to change, or that you wanted it to. What was that?"

"Dozens of small things for them, likely huge things for you. Like at family dinner, I would have my slaves serve naked, stand back away from the table until ordered to eat, send them under the table to give oral sex when I eat, have them kneel naked and quiet while I go about my life around them, just really them being sex slaves in the middle of what would be your life. But! And it's a big but, if you don't want your aunt or grandparents to do that when you're around, then they won't. That's the big base of your choice."

"You'd 'make' grandma crawl under the table to give you a blowjob!?" Her mind reeled again.

"Saying 'make' is an interesting take on it. Yes, I would. But, you can't understand how much your grandma 'wants' to crawl naked under the table to give me a blowjob. It's like saying, 'I'd 'make' her eat a great meal or 'make' her have an enjoyable day. I'm ordering, but she wants it. Really wants it."

"Oh," was all Luna could manage, not being able to reconcile that version from her caring grandma. "So... You and mom and grandma and everyone, want to be naked and have sex and be dirty at the pool, in the living room, at family dinner!?"

"Yes. We've all been doing it already while you've been at college."

Luna felt a little bad that she was excluded, even though she didn't know if she wanted to join in, it was just FOMO. "Okay, thank you."

"Do you have any more questions for me?"

"Thousands, but I think I need to talk with the others first."

"Okay," he said, then leaned over and kissed the top of her head, "I love you. No pressure. I mean it."

As he slowly and quietly left the room, Luna hugged the pillow even tighter and thought about his words. They all wanted it, she didn't have to do 'anything' specific, she loved her family, she was curious, and yet... it was so much! She didn't know who would come in next, but she didn't have to wait long before the door opened and her Grandma Maryanne came in and sat right up next to her, giving a big, loving hug, and she whispered, "How are you doing, my little Moonlight?" The childhood nickname tugged at her heartstrings.

"I think I'm processing. Or at least I haven't gone catatonic yet," she smirked.

"That's good. That's all we can ask. We've done this with the other five and it seems to be the best approach. I wish I'd done it with Steven and Sandy when we brought them in..."

"Grandma? Why do any of this? Why tell me?"

"Because it's not fair to leave you out and lie to you. But, you have to understand, me and your grandpa and Sandy and some of the younger ones, they all want to be naked begging slaves for their masters. We can't do that and 'just' be grandma and grandpa. It's not really fair to you, but it's also not fair to us to have to ignore that part of our lives."

"Do you... Do you really like being told to suck, um, penis at the dinner table?"

Maryanne laughed a hearty laugh, "It's okay to say cock or dick. I'm a dirty slut..."

"Grandma!" Luna laughed and smirked.

"And yes, I love it, I need it, I want it. I like being treated small, I like being insulted, I like being humiliated and spanked and belittled. I hope you can see me as more than a boring grandma."

"You were never boring, but I'll try to see you as a... 'dirty slut'." Luna blushed again at the absurdity.

Maryanne laughed and joked back, "Thank you, I hope you can."

They stayed talking for a bit longer, with a few new questions, just being together and showing that the revelation didn't have to change their relationship. She could still be 'grandma'.

Next, her mother came in, and she too came close, giving a simple, loving hug and a kiss on the top of her head. "Honey?" she said tentatively.

"I'm getting there Mom. So... You and Uncle Anton?"

"Yes. I know the incest part is the biggest issue, always the biggest issue." She hugged Luna tighter and leaned in and whispered conspiratorially, "Anton spied on me when I was with a boy, I caught him masturbating to us and it was so hot. So I did it again, left the door open, told him when I'd be home, and let him watch. Then we masturbated in front of each other, then kissed, then touched, then oral, and finally had sex. I'd always found Anton hot, we'd always been close, and all we ever had to do was admit it to ourselves. I love him, brother or not, but finding our community, your father and his family, let us be together, be ourselves. That's the big thing you gain by joining us. You can find happiness and your place. You can explore and have mind-blowing sex. You can try crazy things in a safe place with clean people."

Luna thought about her brothers. Did she want to have sex with any of them? They were cute, maybe even hot, but that's a world away from 'wanting to have sex with'. She didn't think she'd ever had even a passing sexual thought about any member of her family, but thinking of it now, after the talks, it seemed... Possible. She could see her uncle Anton's abs as hot, her father's face as pretty, and her cousins as beautiful. Was incest weird or wrong, or could she look past that? Her whole family had no issue with it and she didn't consider herself an outlier. What if she just watched?

Her mother also stayed for a bit, making small talk after the big talk, and just being present. Then she also gave a last kiss and left the room. Then another pause just long enough for her to process everything, before another knock, and then her brothers came in together.

They were less helpful sources of information, but the carefree, dirty banter helped soothe a knot that had been forming in her chest. "Want to see Nick suck my cock?" Mick asked half-jokingly.

"I'm not sucking your cock!" Nick yelled.

"Really?" He asked mockingly, "Even if I order you to?" His voice took on a sharp edge.

He gave an embarrassed sideways glance at Luna, "No," he said with no confidence.

Mick laughed heartily, "Sure," then he turned back to Luna, "He'd do it. He's a massive slut. He loves being ordered around; man or woman doesn't matter. But claims he's not bi sexual."

"I'm not! I don't 'like' sucking cock, but I 'like' being told to suck cock!" He was indignant, like that would make Luna see him in a better light.

"What's the difference?" Luna asked with real curiosity.

"It's like Dad saying he's not bisexual when he fucks men. I don't really find men attractive. Don't want to date or marry or even kiss a man. But... When I'm ordered to do something sexual... It's the most amazing feeling. I like being treated... lesser, as a toy, a fuck doll... I don't know," he looked away more ashamed.

"Okay, thank you," Luna said, "I don't think less of you, if that's what you're worried about."

"Okay, thanks," Nick said, not looking her in the eyes.

"What about you Mick? Dad said you're Pansexual? That you sucked his cock?"

Nick laughed, before Mick answered, "Sure, why not. I don't care about labels. Men, women, trans, dom, sub... Beauty is beauty. It's pleasure, it's fun, it's new, it's dirty. Anal is great to give and receive, spanking is fun to give and receive, orgies are amazing and if you don't worry about where the pleasure is coming from, it's even better. I strongly recommend just going with the flow..."

"Wow..." Luna whispered to herself, seeing her brothers in a whole new light; sexually unique beings that had unique kinks that shaped their love and desires.

While their carefree and unbothered positions on sex did help her calm down, they weren't a font of information and mostly mocked each other's kinks before they left the room.

The last person who came in was her favorite person, her best friend, her cousin, Sonya. With the overwhelming thought that had swirled in her head, she didn't even think about it when she jumped up and wrapped her in a tight hug, "I missed you."

A tear fell from Sonya's eye and she whispered into Luna's ear, "Me too. I was afraid you'd hate me for keeping it secret and... taking part."

"Never! You can have any kinks you want. I don't care."

Sonya gave a short half laugh, "I hope you'll have that same stance after I confess to you."

"Okay," Luna said really slowly.

Sonya pulled Luna over to the bed and sat really close next to her, then grabbed her hand tightly, looked into her eyes, and said, "Our family is so open and it gives me the confidence to tell you something. I don't know if it will help you stay or push you away, but if you're leaving us, I need you to know..." Sonya stopped talking for a long minute, fidgeting, and looking away and then back at Luna, before finally saying, "I love you."

"I love you too," Luna said back with a smile, waiting for the secret.

Sonya's face fell, "No, I mean, I love you! Sexually, romantically, I want to be with you. I want to date, to marry, to have sex with... I'll be with you anyway you'll have me. I've been a slave to Sasha for a few months. But, I'll be yours, or you can join me, or if you leave the family I want to go with you. I, Love, You," She spaced the words and moved closer to Luna's face, lips getting closer.

She moved about 75% of the way to a kiss and left it to Luna to finish it. She gulped and looked at Sonya's lovely lips. She licked her own and closed the gap, giving Sonya a slow, sensual, closed-mouth kiss; less than lovers, but more than cousins. "Okay," Luna said taking a deep calming breath, "I'll let you know what I'll do about that once I make a decision about everything else. Is that okay?"

"Of course. I'm sorry if I made it harder for you, but I couldn't have you leaving without telling you."

"No. You made it easier," Luna said.

Chapter 2

Sasha sat on the couch, right up next to Sandy, her hand roamed her mother's inner thigh, moving slowly up and down, each time getting closer to her pussy. Her mother moaned, closed her eyes, and rolled her head back, "Thank you, Mistress," she whispered, and several people in the room looked their way and smirked.

Sasha whispered in her ear, "You're going to fall asleep tonight with your mouth on my pussy."

"Yes, Mistress," she moaned and shivered.

"You're such a dirty nypmho slut," Sasha whispered again.

"Sasha!" Uncle Steven said sternly but quietly, "You're meant to be acting normal until Luna decides! You too, Red. Behave!"

"Sorry, Master," Sandy said.

"Sorry, Uncle Steven," Sasha said more defiantly.

Sandy grabbed Sasha's hand and moved it away from her leg. Sasha grimaced inwardly. Everyone was too far under Steven's thumb. As a budding Dom, she expected not to be contradicted with the subs. Although, if she had to admit to herself, Steven was very generous, her grandparents, parents, Sonya, Ericka, and even Nick; they all deferred to her if it didn't override any of Uncle Steven's orders. She also knew Nate was in the same boat, trying to be his own type of Dom without stepping on Steven's toes. He mostly played with his own mother, who seemed to love it and he got real experience.

Just then Sonya came back into the room. She'd been in with Luna for almost an hour. "She fell asleep," she said.

"Thank you, Sonya," Steven said calmly. "Everyone head home. We don't want to overwhelm her when she wakes. Lana and I will stay here and be ready for her."

"Good!" Sasha jumped up and held out her hand to her mother, "Come on sluts." Sandy looked to Steven for a second who nodded, and then took Sasha's hand. "You too, little sister," she held out her other hand to Sonya. She looked back toward the guest bedroom, paused for a long moment, before dropping her head and taking Sasha's hand. She then began to pull them from the room. "Are you coming too, Dad?" He didn't consider himself a slave, but was a submissive and didn't like to be left out, so it made fundamentally no difference to her control.

"Yes," he said and put his head down like he was resigned to the task, even though he always seemed to enjoy it. They left The Mansion together, heading to their own smaller house.

Once they entered the front door, Sasha grabbed hold of Sandy, pulled her in tight, leaned down, and kissed her passionately while grabbing her ass. She melted into Sasha's arms. Then she released her and repeated the process with Sonya, and then with Anton. They all let her, embraced her, worshiped her; the power was intoxicating. It always set her heart beating, her breath racing, and made her pussy wet. "Go, get ready and wait for me in the master bedroom."

"Yes, Mistress," they all intoned, with Anton a beat behind the other two. They went toward the bedroom, while Sasha went to her own. She peeled off her clothes and unlocked one of her two closets. Inside were the tools of the BDSM trade, cuffs, toys, tools, lingerie, and outfits. She started with crotchless leather panties, and a half cup leather bra that pushed up on her unfortunately small tits, even pushing them up they looked smaller than her mother's. She sighed a little as she looked at herself in the mirror. She was hot. Tall, thin, skinny, just a hint of abs, tight ass, toned thighs, beautiful red hair, intense green eyes with eyebrows a little too sharp, and a tight smile, giving her a resting bitch face, but it was an intensity that gave her a runway model look. She added thigh-high leather boots and long leather gloves.

She finished with a leather crop, put her hair up in a ponytail, and headed to the master bedroom. When she opened the door she found three people on their knees, heads down, hands behind their backs, all naked except for leather collars. Her mother and Sonya were similar in height, stature, breast size, and body shape. Even twice her age, Sandy was in great shape. About ten years ago she'd opened her yoga studio and women's gym. She didn't need the money or to work, she just liked the social atmosphere, teaching yoga classes, and having a place to work out. So she was toned and flexible. Sonya was hot simply because she was 18 and had a youthful metabolism and she swam and ran every day. Anton her father had a perfect masculine body, large chest, biceps, thighs, and so many abs; he was beautiful.

The collars were ones she'd given them, different from the ones Steven used. It proved to herself that they were separate Doms. She walked in front of them and used the crop to lift Sonya's face. As their eyes met, Sasha licked her lips; her sister was so hot, she was beyond glad that she'd been more submissive and it took only a little work to get her to be her slave. Even after a few months, there was still a reluctance in Sonya's actions, too similar to Anton's behavior, but when she got off, she got off big. And she always became wet when ordered around. "Lick my boot!" She ordered.

"Yes, Mistress," Sonya said and leaned down. Her tongue flicked out quickly and licked up from the toe to the heel along the side. Then across the top and back down to the toe.

"That's good Bootlicker. And you, Cuntwhore," she addressed her mother, "Lick the other one."

"Yes, Mistress," her mother said with excitement and she moved in next to her daughter and eagerly licked the other boot. Anton watched on intently, his cock growing as his wife's and daughter's asses shook back and forth in front of him.

"And you, Cumsucker. Do you want to fuck me tonight?" She asked her father.

"Yes, Mistress," he said slowly, but steadily.

"I bet you do. But, I'm not sure you deserve it. You'll have to earn it."

"Yes, Mistress," he said again.

She looked down on her family, literally and figuratively, just enjoying the view, before she said, "Bootlicker, suck your daddy's cock!"

Sonya looked up with wide eyes, She was a lesbian with no interest in cock. Which is the exact reason Sasha made her do it. She'd done the same thing with Uncle Steven, letting him fuck her. "Yes, Mistress," she said and stood slowly; following orders enticing her far more than any disgust from dick. Anton also rose and sat on the edge of the bed.

Sonya then knelt back down, this time between her father's knees. She gingerly placed her hands on his thighs and just stared at her father's cock. "You okay, baby?" Anton asked carefully, hand going out to pat her hair. "Remember that you always have a choice."

Sasha bristled at being contradicted but the biggest and number one rule is you don't force it. If they're uncomfortable, you let them work through it. You can guide, order, mock, or entice, but true doubt must be waited through. Sonya finally said, "No, Daddy, it's fine. I can do it." Her face looked like she was trying to make herself eat her vegetables, but she finally grabbed hold of his erect cock, stroked it several times, then leaned over and licked it.

Sasha watched for a bit before returning her focus to her mother, "And you, Cuntwhore, lie on the bed!" She ordered and Sandy moved quickly, rising and flopping herself on the bed. Sasha watched her, looked over her toned body, and then focused on her tits with the new barbell piercings in the nipples. She loved the look. It took a long while to convince Uncle Steven to let her do it. Sandy would have followed her command without question, but Steven was the roadblock. He didn't want any modifications on his slaves, including plastic surgery. Botox was okay, but implants, nose jobs, and the like were off the table. Sasha wanted to give her family tattoos, she wanted a rose to show ownership, but Steven vetoed it without discussion. So she asked for the piercing, and even that wasn't easy. She made promises and had to let Steven fuck her hard.

So, she reached down and touched the now almost permanently hard nipple and gently played with the metal. "Yes, baby! Thank you, Mistress," she moaned hard. She leaned her face down and took the nipple into her mouth, her own tongue piercing clicked against the metal on the tit. "Yes!" She screamed at the tiny tinks as the tongue moved with fierce passion. One of her hands moved to the other tit and tweaked the other piercing. Her other hand went down to her mother's pussy; frantically rubbing the clit. Sandy's breath became ragged as her moans went wild, her hand moved to the back of Sasha's head and pushed her harder against the tit.

Sasha's tongue circled and sucked, bit and pulled, her hand moved quickly, moving up and down the lips, as one finger went into her soft folds. Her other hand twisted and pinched the other nipple. She masterfully worked her mouth and two hands in a complicated and delicate dance that expertly stimulated her mother. Her screams rose to new explosive levels, her body shook, her heart raced, her pussy was coated in sticky-sweet cum, the slick squelching sound growing. "Baby! Mistress! May I cum!" She begged.

She stopped her tongue for only a moment and said, "No!" Her mother's whole body jerked like someone pulled the emergency brake. She tightened up, trying to hold the flood of an orgasm from escaping. Her screams were stifled as she bit hard on her lip. Her eyes closed so tightly as she focused on anything but the pleasure. "Please! Please!" She grunted over and over.

Sasha smiled wickedly, but said, "No," once again. The scream turned from pleasure to frustration.

"Baby, please let me cum," Sandy begged, using her 'mother' voice, hoping for an emotional appeal.

Sasha redoubled her efforts, hands moving faster, tongue making more elaborate moves around the nipple. Her mother's body was shaking, her pussy was flowing, her breaths were short and ragged. She didn't have a big orgasm, but small ones were sneaking through, radiating through every inch of her body. Suddenly, and without warning, Sasha raised her mouth and whispered, "Cum, now."

And Sandy did. No delay. Once permission was given, the door to the orgasm wasn't just opened, it was thrown off the hinges. Her body shook like Sasha was exorcising a demon, her scream could likely be heard even outside the home, and she squirted from her cunt over Sasha's hand. "Good girl," Sasha whispered.

Sandy rolled through the big orgasm and it seemed she moved through a few smaller ones before her body settled. She melted onto the bed, no energy to even move her limbs, her body was covered in sweat, her pussy was soaked and leaking, her eyes were closed to the world. Sasha smiled at the beautiful and dirty sight below her. It was exponentially more erotic that it was her mother. "Now that I've shown you how to do it, you can pleasure me," she said it as bitchily as possible, as though her mother was quite skilled at oral on women.

"Yes, Mistress," she forced out and attempted to roll over. Sasha stood up and removed all her clothes, even though they were crotchless panties, she wanted to completely feel her mother's efforts. Her mother was able to move and stood back up next to Sasha. They leaned into each other and kissed deeply and roughly, hands roaming each other.

When Sasha broke the kiss, she lay herself down on the bed and spread her legs wide, silently inviting her mother to do her duty. Sandy smiled widely, licked her lips, hummed, and dove into the pussy. She grabbed Sasha's butt and she put her mouth against her pussy and with her tongue licked the clit up and down and then took it into her mouth and sucked it in until Sasha was clenching and screaming. She held Sandy's head tight against her pussy and rode the waves of pleasure. "Slaves! Lick my nipples!" She yelled into the room. Her mother's hands grabbed hold of her ass, fingers digging hard into her skin, trying to keep Sasha still.

With her eyes closed from pleasure, she felt first a mouth on her right tit, engulfing her nipples, nibbling lightly, licking, and sucking. Then a moment later another head latched to her left nipple. She reached up and like her mother, she grabbed the back of two heads and pushed them harder into her chest. Three talented tongues on the most sensitive parts of her body drove her wild. She moaned, screamed, shivered, panted, and shook through one small orgasm after the other; her mother's tongue never stopping, never slowing, always holding on to Sasha's jerking body.

The small orgasms weren't enough, "Dad, on your back. Now!" Anton took his mouth off her tit and rolled away and over onto his back. Sasha grabbed Sonya by the hair and pulled her away, then disentangled herself from her mother, rolled herself over, and onto her father. In one smooth motion, she flipped her over his hip, mounted his pelvis, grabbed and lined up his erect cock, and dropped heavily on it, yelling out, "Yes! That's it! Your cock is amazing, Cumslut!"

She, like all the rest of her family, when told about the incest, BDSM, slavery, and myriad of kinks had shocked her. She didn't jump in fully right away, but once she got a taste of being a dominatrix, she couldn't go back. The power over another person and those people being her mother and father, was so intoxicating. Her parents had never been overly strict, but turning the tables drove her mad with lust. And she quickly got over any weirdness about the cock she was riding being her father's; he wasn't a person, he was a cock.

Her hands lay flat on his strong bicep and she pushed back, raising herself back up from the cock, before dropping back down; he had decent length, but amazing girth, stretching her pussy. "Twist my nipples!" She barked down at her father, who quickly reached up and covered her small tits with his meaty hands, his finger and thumb, twisting quickly and sharply. "Yes!" She bellowed as she rode up and dropped down again.

She danced on his cock, raising herself up and down and repeatedly controlling the rhythm. She rode him slower, gliding up and down his pole using the circular gyrations of her hips combined with the thrusting and pumping of her body, grinding her clit on his pubic bone.

"Yes!" Sonya yelled next to her. She looked over and saw that her mom was pleasuring her pussy. She was a little annoyed that they didn't ask for permission, but let it go as she couldn't concentrate on anything but the dick below her. "Thank you, Mommy!"

She rode up and down on his cock for a few more minutes. She began struggling for breath between the continuous gyrations of her inner cunt. Her eyes had rolled back, and her mouth was wide open, trying to grasp any amount of air that she could get. "Holy shit, your cock is so good!" She shifted her weight a little, she was in a world of ecstasy at that moment. Her eyes glazed over with a contented smile on her face.

Her pussy stretched over his cock as her perfect ass slammed up and down repeatedly. A low moan escaped her lips as she flipped her head back in elation. Her tits danced to the rhythm of their fucking. Anton's body glistened with sweat as she ran her hands through her hair and licked her lips, all the while keeping her eyes locked on her father's eyes. She continued to wiggle back and forth on his cock. Her fingers connected with her clit and she began rhythmically massaging it. Anton's cock was buried deep inside her as she writhed in ecstasy.

Sasha's body quivered as her fingers teased her clit with little circular motions her other hand returned to her tit to caress the nipple on her left breast. Anton's hands had moved over to her perfect ass and onto her thighs, his rigid cock gliding into her smooth snatch, and he immediately began pounding upward. He shoved his dick as far into her pussy as it would go. "Cum with me!" She ordered and begged. "Cum now!"

A few moments later she felt him release deep inside her and she let go as her orgasm ripped out of her. He grunted, she screamed, and Sonya must have been on the edge because her voice joined the chorus too.

She went limp and collapsed forward onto her father, who caught her lovingly, held her tight, and hugged her sweetly. "I love you, sweetheart," he said, not calling her 'mistress'.

"I love you too, Daddy," she said. Then she felt cum dripping from her cunt and had to decide who was going to clean it up. "Slave girl," she said to Sonya, "clean us up!"

"Yes, mistress," she said through ragged breaths. Sonya crawled over behind them, and pulled Anton's cock from her cunt, causing even more cum to leak out onto his dick. Sasha just lay on top of her father, feeling comfort in his strong arms, then she felt her sister's tongue licking and sucking her clean. It felt nice and right.

Chapter 3

Nate watched from the couch, next to his mother, as Sasha guided her family out of the room. He was always impressed by Sasha's dominant strength. He too preferred the dominant path but lacked the bold confidence of his cousin. He grabbed and squeezed his mom's hand. He was the oldest of this generation, and as such was the first to be told the family secret and given the option to participate. He, like all of them, took a bit to accept the craziness, but the exploration, pleasure, and closeness to his family brought him in. But, the thing that 'kept' him in was his mother.

Looking back, he had trouble seeing how it happened, but Ericka more or less seduced him. She began wearing less around the house, deferring to him on first small decisions, then larger ones, and since he was now in on the secret, sex was openly talked about, she was candid about her past, about his father, 'Nathan', about kinks, about bondage, about her desires, about toys, and slowly he accepted it. And once he accepted incest and bondage and dominance, it felt natural to 'take' his mother.

The first time they were together, they were watching a movie, and she kept leaning into his side more and more. Her heavy breasts had rested on his arm; not the first time, but with sex in the forefront of his mind, it felt different. He couldn't say now if it was intentional, but he'd placed his hand on her thigh, naked because she had been wearing short pajama bottoms. And he didn't remember if he'd started rubbing along it first or if her hand had found his crotch first, but the dam broke there and he'd roughly grabbed her face and kissed her.

His mother was stunningly beautiful, even at her age, her breasts were large and simply amazing, her body was tight and toned, her ass was tight, her face was beautiful, her hair was still smooth and soft. She couldn't completely escape age catching her, but the very minor flaws were massively overshadowed by her other assets. Getting to be with her was the best thing that ever happened to him.

He stood up and offered his hand to his mother, "Come on, Princess," he said using her submissive pet name.

"Yes, my Liege," she responded as he pulled her up from the couch and putting his hand on her ass, led her out of The Mansion. He led her directly into the master bedroom, which she had given to him after he became one of her masters, although it didn't make much of a difference as they slept in the same bed nearly every night.

Once in the room, he kissed her gently and started to slowly strip her until she was down to an emerald green lacy bra and panty set. He loved the beautiful feminine lines of her body that the lingerie accentuated. He pushed her back to bed and removed his own clothes in front of her. Her eyes were fixed on him the whole time, showing real desire for his body. Once he was nude he moved right in front of her and without a word or command she took him into her mouth. He had a decently sized dick, so close to 7" that that's what he'd call it, with a pretty normal girth. He never had any self-consciousness about it and Ericka was always enamored by it.

She cradled his balls in her right hand, snugly wrapped the fingers of her left around the base of his shaft, and in one deft move took every inch of his throbbing cock into her wet, drooling mouth and down her throat. He rested a hand on her shoulder as she pleasured him. She slid wetly and shamelessly back and forth; she swirled her tongue around the head near the top of her strokes. She made soft gags as she reached the bottom and his length tickled her throat.

She went for thirty seconds of deep-throat worshipping, only to lift her mouth off, gasp softly for air, and look up at him. When she locked onto his eyes she would smile widely, and stroke him slowly. Occasionally she would lean down to lick his balls. Teasing it, sucking just a bit between her lips and tongue, and massaging. She worshipped his cock, truly worshipped, serving at the altar of him. The profound devotion from a sex slave was the most wonderful feeling in the world.

She was engrossed in sucking his cock. He watched his gorgeous mother suck his cock like it was the most delicious thing she'd ever tasted. She could sense when he was close, bringing him right to the edge over and over again. She would tease the tip; licking and savoring each drop of precum like a reward. She looked up at him as she licked the underside of his shaft from base to tip, swirling her tongue at the end. With a naughty little smile, she sucked. Nate's head rolled back at the newfound pressure, and he got close once again. This time though, he put his hand on her shoulder and gently pushed her away. Through ragged breaths, he said, "Stop. I want to fuck you."

"Yes, My Lord," she intoned somberly bowing her head.

Nate reached back and skillfully, with one hand, unhooked her bra, and then gently pulled the straps from her shoulders. Her beautiful full, large, gravity-defying, D-cup breasts spilled free. He loved her tits. They were perfect. He'd seen them growing up as she sunbathed topless around the family pool and they shaped his desires. So getting the chance to have the original article was the most amazing feeling. But, 'feeling' them was also amazing. He pushed her onto her back, grabbed the edges of her panties, and pulled them over her tight ass and down her shapely legs, revealing a perfect smooth pussy.

He took a long moment just staring at her naked body, at her breasts resting heavy on her chest, at her hair making a halo around her beautiful face; a vision of sexual perfection. He licked his lips and inwardly groaned in desire. How could a woman approaching 60 look that good? He crawled over her body and lay down next to her, looking her in the eyes, and whispered, "I love you."

"I love you too, son."

He moved closer to her, reached over, grasped a loose strand of her brown hair, and tucked it behind her ear, gently stroking it. She closed her eyes. He cradled her delicate head in his hand and leaned toward her and kissed her forehead gently. He inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of her skin and hair. His lips moved to her nose, where he kissed her. She opened her eyes and looked at him. He kissed her lips lightly once, and then again. He felt her lips relax and part slightly.

Rolling her on her back, he licked each lip separately then kissed her more urgently. He slid his tongue inside her mouth and felt the tip of her tongue touch his. Moving a little deeper, their tongues intertwine. She uttered a sigh of both relief and pleasure.

She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer, meeting the movements of his tongue with hers. She bit and sucked his lower lip. Her need was overwhelming. Her hands squeezed his naked ass while their lips were pressed together.

Nate's lips moved to her nipples, sucking and nipping at them. She pushed his head harder into her breast. "I need you inside me," she moaned, then lay back, spreading her legs and pulling him towards her.

Nate reached down and slid his hand up and down her labia, spreading them. She was drenched. He got between her legs with his cock an inch away from her entrance. "Please!" She whispered with desperation and grabbed his hips and pulled him forward. Her back arched, her toes curled, and she dug her fingers into the flesh of his hips as he continued to slowly slip forward into her.

He pulled back slowly, and her muscles grasped at his cock, trying to hold him inside her. She didn't want him to be slow and gentle, he knew she liked it fast and hard. She wrapped her legs around his butt, and pulled him into her, hard and deep. She screamed and jerked. "Oh god! Don't stop. Please, my lord," she yelled, as waves of pleasure washed over her.

Nate flipped them over, keeping himself inside her. She sat straight up on top of him and slid up and down on his cock. He looked up at her bouncing breasts, matching her rhythm. He reached up to grab them. They were her best feature, soft and firm in equal measure, with hard sensitive nipples. She moaned and looked into his eyes. She leaned back, supporting herself with her hand on his thighs.

She rolled her hips on his cock. She was a vision of beauty in motion. He pushed his thumb onto her clit and when her hips rolled forward, she pressed harder into him. She screamed again and pushed herself harder. She threw her head back, her back arched, and she pushed her breast out as her hard deep breaths caused them to move up and down.

Nate began thrusting into her faster and harder. She pushed back to meet his every thrust. Through clenched teeth, she built up, on the verge of coming. She squeezed her muscles around his cock and he exploded deep inside her. Once he came, it gave her implied permission to cum herself, and she didn't hold back, "Yes! God, Master, Lord, My King!" She screamed out. He held himself in her, until he was spent, then slowly pushed in and out until his last drop was in her. Ericka fell forward and onto her son's chest.

Chapter 4

Michael smiled deeply as Nate's hand, resting on Ericka's ass, led her from the room. He looked around the room at the few remaining people, some had also watched Nate leave, but for others it was a common sight and not worth notice. It still surprised him, only 18 months since he and Nick had been told about the family secret, and it was already 'normal'. At the start, he'd never have believed that incest, bondage, bisexual sex, public humiliation, and orgies could become normal. But here he sat, as his dominatrix cousin led the rest of her family of slaves away, as his half-brother took his own mother from the house, as his father sat contemplating what he'd told Luna, and as his grandparents sat quietly and horny, fidgeting on the couch nearby. It was weird and absolutely wonderful.

The freedom, pleasure, and joy he felt from his new life were something he could never have imagined, but had wished for as he'd watched porn that wasn't half as hot as what he could get any time day or night now. He stood up tall and said, "Welp. Grandpa, Grandma, would you like to have sex with us tonight?" He indicated himself and his brother.

"Oh, yes, dear! That'd be wonderful," Maryanne said with excitement.

"Just sex? Or do you want a master?" Mick asked as though it were the most normal question.

"Oh, honey, I think your grandfather might need a master," she smirked as she grabbed Aaron's hand.

"Fine!" Mick said with faux anger, "But, Nick is going to suck my cock, because earlier he said he wouldn't!"

Nick's eyes went wide, and his lips creased in a grimace. He looked indignant for a long beat, but then resigned himself to his own desires, "Yes, sir," he murmured.

Mick laughed, moved to his grandparents, held out his hands for them to grab, and he said, "Come on, sluts!" He pulled up his grandparents, one in each hand, and led them from the room, before saying back to the room, "Goodnight, Mom. Goodnight, Dad." And they responded in kind before returning to their muted conversation.

Mick led them to the house he grew up in. His parents had finally moved into The Mansion once Luna went to college, and while Luna still had her own room in the house, it was basically the twins' bachelor pad. He led his own group of slaves up to his own master bedroom.

Once they got to the room they all started to strip and Mick watched intently. He explained it to Luna, but he really did find all bodies beautiful, man or woman, old or young, brother or grandparent. They really do look good. They were the kind of people who had the time and money to have the perfect diet, targeted exercise, the best lotions and vitamins, doctors and personal trainers and dieticians on call, easy lives, the right amount of sun with careful application of sunscreen, and a stress-free life filled with sex. But they were still in their mid-sixties and time stopped for no one. They looked amazing for 65, they'd look great for 50, but that still didn't compare to Lana or Sandy or Sasha or Sonya. Maryanne's breasts were deflating and had a little sag, Aaron's balls hung low, and while standing still they looked perfect, when they moved, bent, and jiggled their wrinkles and age showed more. Still sexy though. Mick licked his lips looking at Maryanne's ass.

Then he looked at Nick's body, which held no surprises. They were twins in face, body, and cock. They didn't have the muscles of Anton, not even the lean muscles like their father, but they were thin and fit, their dicks were about 6 and a half inches, and they both shaved their whole body like almost everyone else in the family.

"Okay, slaves," he said, not putting force into the words, showing he wasn't taking his role overly seriously yet. "On your knees in front of me." They moved and dropped together to their knees in a line in front of them. "Closer," Mick said. The slaves looked at each other, Nick and Aaron on the edge squeezed in on an angle, close enough to Mick's crotch that they could lean in and lick if he wanted them to. And he did.

Maryanne looked up and made eye contact with Mick while he stroked his cock for a couple of seconds in her face. "You first," he pointedly looked at her.

"Yes, sir," she said. She started with just the head, making sure to get it nice and wet with spit, before going deeper. She was slow, sensual, deep, wet, her tongue twisting in a magical routine around his shaft. She was getting really into it and Mick wanted to let her, but two other people were waiting for a turn.

Mick pulled his cock from his mother's mouth and stabbed it at his father, who was more than ready and grabbed hold of his shaft, and stroked it several times as he brought his mouth forward.

Mick looked down at Aaron and saw he was smiling back at him. Mick put his hand on the back of his head and forced it down all the way, until he started gagging. "That's it cuck, take it all, deep in your throat," Mick whispered. "And you, Tiny Dick, join him," he said to Nick.

"Our dicks are the exact same size, idiot."

"Shut up and do it!" Mick added power to the command.

Nick groaned, but his eyes gave him away, "Yes, Sir." He squeezed tight into their grandma and took Mick's balls into his hands. He massaged them gently, then grabbed the end of the shaft with his other hand and pulled it away from Aaron. He proceeded to give little kisses all around the cock.

"Get the balls." They ran their tongues all over his balls. Aaron put one in his mouth; his eyes lit up as it sat in his mouth. Nick did the same, the two of them sucking one each while staring up at him. "Oh fuck! What a crazy sight! Do you like the taste?" He asked with condescension.

Grandpa Aaron, with unnerving speed, said, "Yes, Master. Thank you, sir."

Nick just kept sucking, his eyes showing his internal struggle, not wanting to praise his brother, not wanting to admit he liked doing it, not wanting to say he hated the taste.

Grandma Maryanne, seeing the shaft was open, leaned forward and started to suck him. They worked in their specific area for a good few minutes. Their tongues worked in a way that drove Mick mad with an indescribable pleasure. He grunted and moaned, hands going to the back of the heads of Nick and Aaron, gently petting their hair.

Maryanne kissed the tip of his cock, before she enveloped its head. Mick was squirming. They tried to maintain eye contact with him as much as they could while they furiously licked him. "Fuck!" Mick moaned.

"Do you like that, Master?" Grandma asked sexily.

"God, yes! You're amazing! Don't stop! Harder, bitch!"

Maryanne smiled widely and engulfed his cock, sucking with all her might as she took the whole shaft into her mouth, pushing the men out of the way. She licked and moved around in a dance that felt like she had three tongues.

"Thank you so much, Master," Aaron said as he watched his wife suck another man's cock. Mick squirmed and shuffled.

"Fuck! Stick out your tongues!" Mick grunted. Maryanne moved back, and the three slaves pressed their faces together and stuck out their tongues. He started slapping his cock over their tongues and across their cheeks. He rubbed his cock against their lips, inviting them to kiss the tip. He grunted again, if he went any further he'd cum too soon. "Grandma, Nick, on the bed, on your backs," he ordered.

They moved quickly and lay down next to each other on the bed. Mick looked for a bit before saying, "Grandpa, suck Nick's dick. Make him cum and swallow it."

"Yes, Master," he moaned and moved quickly forward.

He then moved to Maryanne and rubbed his hand up and down her pussy, "You are very wet, baby. Have you been enjoying this so far?" He slowly slid two fingers in her.

"God, yes, Master Michael. I love it!" He leaned over and pinched her nipples. "Yes!" She screamed. He then lowered his head and took a nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. He started gently, lightly biting and pulling with his lips. But, he knew she liked things rough, so he started using his teeth, making her whimper slightly. He then let her nipple drop from his mouth and his lips found hers.

Now, as he was leaning so far over her body, his sock was sitting up against her pussy. He felt her heat and wetness, and his body moved on its own, rubbing his dick back and forth, lips parting around his cock.

"Please, Master," she whispered, "Please, put it in," She moaned, "Fuck me hard!" In one quick motion, he reached down, grabbed his dick, found her hole, and plunged himself deep into her. "Yes!" His grandmother screamed.

His lips found her neck and her shoulder as he slowly stretched her open. He worked at a steady pace in her hot pussy. All the time he was nibbling her ear, kissing her neck, playing with her breasts and nipples. She moaned some more. Her pussy was so wet that a loud slurping sound came with every stroke. She moaned more and more, until she was crying out in orgasm. "Yes, yes, oh God yes," she called out. "Fuck me, fuck me hard."

He felt her pussy tighten on his rod. Still, he kept up his pace, slipping in and out of her. "Yes, Master. Harder!" She continued to moan. Another smaller orgasm swept her body, making her tense and shudder. She moaned again. This time it was too much for Mick. He called out as he held her hips and rammed as much of his cock into her as would go.

He pulled out just as quickly, yelled, "Fuck!" And stroked his cock several times. He was like a cum geyser, shooting everywhere. Most of it landed on his grandmother's body, but really, it went everywhere. He never slowed down his jerking, as the power of his orgasm lessened. "Slaves, clean that up." Nick and Aaron looked over at the mess, gave each other a look, and then crawled to Maryanne. Aaron's tongue started at her pussy and moved up her body. Nick hesitated for a long moment, staring at the mess on his grandmother's tits, and finally bent down and licked her chest. "Holy shit, that was incredible," Mick said wiping the sweat from his brow, "Now, we need to get Grandpa off too..."

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Steven sat with his wife, Lana, her feet on his lap, as he gently massaged them. The TV was on, but the volume was very low, a late-night talk show, they weren't really watching. They talked to each other, loving talk, small talk, talking around the issue of Luna, but until she started making decisions they couldn't make plans.

It had been about two hours since everyone else left to have sex, when Luna slowly, nervously, and tentatively came back into the room. She stood in the doorway, looking small and scared, "Mom, Dad..." She said simply.

"Luna," Steven said, "How are you holding up?"

"Okay... I think," she said looking down, not looking okay. She walked in like when she was a small child who woke up from a nightmare. She went to her mother, sat practically on her lap, and hugged her, "It's just really weird."

"I know, honey. But, it is also the most amazing, loving experience I've ever known."

Luna rested her head on her mother's chest and looked into the empty room, "I guess I can see that... The family... We've always been so close. How could this not make us closer?" She sobbed a little, so much emotion hitting her at once. "It does sound... Nice." She stopped for so long that Steven thought she might have fallen asleep against her mother again. But then suddenly she said, "I'm willing to let it happen. To at least watch... for now."

"Watch all of it?" Steven asked.

"I think so."

"You're okay with your aunt and grandparents serving breakfast naked tomorrow?" Steven asked carefully.

"Yes," she said simply.

"If you walk in the living room and I'm having sex with your grandmother?"

"Yes," she said a little slower.

"If you walk in on me fucking your 'grandfather'?" He asked, focusing on the word.

She paused again for a long minute before finally saying, "Yes... I think that's okay."

"Okay," Steven said like a declaration. "Tomorrow, everything changes."