Issues Ch. 04: Fritzie's Triggers

A warning to my readers. This was written because I find it therapeutic, and I use it to deal with my pain. Never do any of these things, including risking your life for a sexual fix. It's also a silly satire with real-life elements, which are real-life dangerous. The only reason people didn't get hurt is that it is completely fictional. Go and get your kink on, but be safe first.

Listening to my mother bustle around my room in preparation for her duties is laughable. The more she tries to be quiet, the more noticeable she is, and therefore, the more awake and aware I become. If only she had just sucked me dry and allowed me to go back to sleep, Woody would've never gone to the police... Right?

In my enlightened state, I come to realize that there is a pittering and a pattering of only one set of slippered feet. Where was the second? The second should be sprawled out next to me, now clean pussy available to me as she sucks on my cock. But she wasn't, and my mother was still shuffling about and not starting the procedures.

Even with my eyes closed and pretending to be asleep, I noticed the vehicle headlight crawling across the walls as my sister pulled into the driveway, followed by Ibsy, who was cursing to herself as she stood near the window. Hearing the car door close gets her to rush to the front door to meet her arrival.

While I don't hear everything, I get as much as I need to. I am curious to see how Ibsy takes control of the situation, so I continue my fake slumber and tune into what I can from inside.

"Where the fuck have you been??? We are more than 45 minutes late! Do you realize how much trouble we... WE... are going to be in because of this??" My mother falls back on her animal instinct and shows the crappy attitude she employed in our childhood.

My sister does her best to speak softly, so most of her side is inaudible, aside from the occasional emphasized word, "Out... ave to know... know I'm late... get punished by one of you... sorry, I'm late."

"Your punishment... to start... as soon as I'm done here, you sleep on the floor, naked, at the foot of the bed in case you're needed. If he even sniffles and you aren't there in two seconds with a tissue, something sharp is going up your ass... trust that. Now get your fat ass naked and in that bed, get his cock all fluffed up for me. NOW!"

Fritzie did exactly as instructed, stripped naked, and crawled into my bed. My mother crawls into bed on my other side and whispers in my ear, 'Let me know before you cum, big boy. She is only getting you ready for me. Do you want to wake up and use me, or have us swallow it and leave you be?"

Completing my performance with a startled wake-up realization of surroundings, I shake off my fake sleep and look over to my mother. "Hey, what's up? What time is it?" As if I've looked at my watch, or cared for the association it displayed for anything but the start of a baseball game since the day I moved in...

Then I realized how much Fritzie has improved her skills in general. She has been practicing. She moans and drools much more than she originally did.

"It's late... too late... how about I just finish you off fast and you can play with my boobs after so you fall back to sleep quickly. I hold Fritzie's hair and force it into her throat for a good drool. This wasn't a grab of hair for control. This was meant to hurt her. Holding it for at least three full seconds longer than I typically would, to get my point across. I turn to Ibsyslut as this happens.

"What the fuck does 'too late' mean??" I pull back away from the nurturing attempt and overemphasize my bother. "Ibsyslut, all fours..." I pull the cock from my sister's throat, and saliva falls with its exit. I yank her hair back to lead her head off and away before I let it go and sit up in bed. I look for a clock that never existed. "You too, all fours, asses side by side."

I smack each ass cheek as hard as possible. Each cheek earns a single large, red handprint as an amuse-bouche to the meal ahead. "I don't know what the fuck is going on here. I can tell someone is lying, I can tell something is not right, and I don't like it."

My mother starts first, "Sir..." I smack her ass again, harder, same spot...

"Shut the fuck up... I can't believe you woke me up to lie to me. You both know how I feel about lying. I must ask questions, and one of you will answer. Lies will be punished. Fritzieslut, get me a tool to deliver proper punishments. NOW."

Fritzie runs off to the kitchen. I finger my mother's slit, finding it is slick and ready. She grinds her hips to allow better access. I pull back and smack her ass again. "No fucking way, dirty girl. There's no fucking way you are getting off that easily. You need to remember your place here with me."

My sister returns with her choice of weapon and hands it to me, the flat wooden spatula again. Mental note, we may need to order these in bulk.

She returns to her head down, ass up position beside my mother. Once she was back in position, I smacked each cheek once to warm up the party.

Then, the insolent whore spoke. "Sir, I apologize. This is all my fault." My mother's head lifts and turns to Fritzie with shock. "I was late getting home tonight. I have no excuse. We are late because I made a mistake. I will freely accept all punishments as they are warranted, and I only want you to know this was not out of defiance, but poor time management."

I pause, allowing the words to linger. My mother didn't get the reaction she desired. Fritzieslut's head hung down, hair covering her face, hiding her emotions. Fritzie did sense the reaction beside her, but also felt she should throw her pussy on this sword and get it out in the open and dealt with right away.

I wait another few seconds to heighten anxiety.

"Go on."

She shows defeat in the tone of her voice. "I'm sorry. I should've been home an hour ago."

"Go on."

My mother senses this, as well as her loss of control of the situation that she didn't cause. Wanting a peaceful resolution quickly, she tries to jump in. "Sir..."

SMACK... "I told you to shut the fuck up. You had your chance, now just shut..." SMACK "the fuck..." SMACK SMACK "UP!!!" SMACK SMACK SMACK

Then I move my hand to my sister's fat ass. I rub the red spots and slide my middle finger down to her fold, finding she is extremely excited. I keep it there, fingering her clit. "I said go on..."

"I'm sorry. I should've been home an hour ago." SMACK

"You said that already. You haven't said why yet. What on earth is keeping you out this late? Anything short of the whole truth will be treated as a lie. And I will now program into the app that whenever you hide anything from me, you will pull your nipples as hard as you can until I hear the entire truth. Understood?!?" Her head drops when she hears me grab her phone. The instant I submit the suggestion, her hand reaches for her left tit and pulls the nipple outward. I laugh out loud. "I love it when a plan comes together. Now, go on..."

Distracted by the pain caused by her uncontrollable hand, she submits and fesses up. "Ok!!! Sir, I was out driving for Uber to earn extra money for you." Her hand doesn't leave her tit. She uses her head as a prop to hold up her body and remain on all fours as her left hand finds her right tit and also pulls. "Ok, ouch... FUCK... I was out driving for Uber to earn extra money, and it was a light shift, and I wasn't finding a hot spot to get lots of rides."

Her hands continue to pull, so I wait, saying nothing, for the entire story.

"I knew it was getting late... I didn't make enough money... I went to the airport to see if I could at least get one more good ride before I punched out. I picked up a rider who just returned from a work trip, and his ride was about 45 minutes away. The good side was that I knew I'd earn some for the effort, but the bad side was that I couldn't get back in time. I decided to keep the rider despite it and hope for the best."

"So, you decided getting back here wasn't important enough?" I questioned. As I did, I smacked Ibsy's ass again for lazing out of her pose. She snapped back into position immediately.

"As we were driving, we started talking. I can tell he was hinting at wanting something more, talking about a long trip, hasn't been home in forever, always traveling alone... So, once I knew we were closing in on his destination, I decided to take a chance, and I told him that I would suck him off for $300 cash. After a minute, he took the offer and had me drive through a bank atm near where he lived."

I extend my middle and ring fingers, sliding them into her cunt, curling them at the tips.

"Go on..."

She continues, "When we arrived at his house, I wouldn't turn the car off or unbuckle my seatbelt completely, just to ensure I would stay in the car no matter what he tried to pull when we got there. I also made him give me the money first..." She paused for a second, as if waiting for a positive reinforcement, which she never received, so she continued.

My cock had started to rise as well. Something about the story just got to me in the moment. Her telling it, on all fours, my fingers in her pussy. She squirms every time I hit this one spot, so I tickle it. It makes her voice break. I stroke my cock to prepare it, and then I replace my fingers in her wet hole and slide my cock in, grabbing her hips to go deep on the first stroke.

My mother's head drops. It could be disbelief, possibly disappointment... don't know, don't care. The fact is, I noticed it. SMACK! You, my Ibsyslut, are guilty (SMACK!), guilty (SMACK!), guilty (SMACK!)

She still tries to explain, showing she has not learned the lesson yet. "Sir, I'm so.." SMACK!!!

"I SAID, SHUT UP!!!" I fuck Fritzie hard and deep, grab her by the hair, and pull her head back. I say to her, "Spit in your mother's face."

Ibsy turns her face towards her daughter, who uses her facing hand to clear the hair back before she pulls the head closer and spits from only a few inches away. She does it a second time to make sure she has completed the task.

I rub her wet face with my hand, smearing spit and hair to stick to her in a veil of shame. I grab her face, cheek to cheek, covering her slutty mouth.

"Before you even ask. You are a liar, and you hid this from me. That is your sin. Pride. You think because I gave you some privilege, you get to make choices on my behalf. NO!! How long did you wait without waking me up?!? How long did you pace around my room before you said something to me about this?!??!?" SMACK, SMACK, SMACK!!! "She was late sacrificing herself for our needs. You hid a lie from me for your needs." SMACK, SMACK, SMACK!!! "You will be dealt with later. Until then, don't make me notice your slutty ass is even in the room. Just stay where you are."

Yelling at my mother slave while fucking my sister slave... I highly recommend... Just sayin'.

My cock is raging, and I know I'm getting close. Lost in the moment, I grab Fritzie by the hair to pull her head back to look at me again. "Tell me about sucking this cock, I want details. How did that make you feel? How did it taste? As you do that, I'm going to finish off my fuck here."

I smack down on her fat ass and squeeze the cheek hard. She whimpers. "I'm starting to think I'm being too easy on you. This one likes the pain." I smack again and grab the flesh with a stronger hand. The arch in her back increases, and the ass squirms before ending up pushing back into the fuck, daring me to go harder. I smack it again, and she grunts. "After I cum in your pussy, and I mean deep, deep into your pussy, I'm going to grab Ibsyslut by her lying-ass hair and pull her to your pussy to suck all the cum right out, so lift that leg high so she can climb under there and get her mouth clamped on there to get the whole load. Make sure she gets the entire load."

I pump her deep and slow three times so she can feel me fill her, feel how thick I am before I unload. She whimpers at each. "Then, she will feed it to you, all mama-bird style, and you will eat it all up, lick it all up, and finish with a nice big wet kiss. Then, pull Ibsy's lying, slutty mouth down to your pussy by her hair and ride her face. Use her to your desire. "When you swallow up all that cum, a preprogrammed suggestion will trigger the most intense orgasm you have ever experienced in your life. Cum in fountains, my Fritzieslut. This is a reward for good behavior. You made us money, and you practiced your blowjobs. Enjoy that orgasm and any that slut whore mother of yours gives you for the next hour after that, because during that hour, you will be her Master, and she will do anything you want, at all, no questions asked, and you have permission to cum as many times as you can."

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK!!! Ibsy's ass was bright red by this point, even if she was once enjoying it; that had to hurt. Her pride was shattered. I made sure she was still paying attention. "Did you get all that??"

I can hear her holding back emotion. Was it anger, jealousy, or just tears from pain? Don't know, don't care. Point is, I heard it. "Yes, Master. Anything you wish."

Holding Fritzie's hair like a bridle, I pull her back to get the rest of the story. "Finish your story... Answer my questions." I return to focus my attention on my work and fuck her good until I feel the urge build.

Fucking her good, allowing her to enjoy it, the added pleasure of hoping she gets some good bruising on her ass and will find it hard to sit down tomorrow, Fritzie hasn't felt this erotic in her entire life. She feels complete and has surrendered herself completely to the moment. If a horse walked in the room and I asked her to suck it off, she would do it without question.

Mental note... put that on the list.

She returns to her story, ensuring she checks all the boxes required of her task. Seeing it in her mind like watching a movie, her voice rises and breaks uncontrollably, as I selfishly fuck her stupid.

"The first question you asked was 'How did it make me feel?' The answer was that I was partly embarrassed. I knew I was going to be punished here no matter what happened at this point, so I was embarrassed thinking that I didn't earn enough. I was also embarrassed because I wanted to make it by selling myself. I knew he wanted me. I know I need to practice giving head. So the embarrassment led to feeling slutty, and I felt wonderful once I embraced it."

I wasn't expecting such an honest answer, but she didn't pull he nipples, so I knew it was sincere. As programmed, the complete and honest answer. Taken aback, I refocused. I let go of her head and used that hand to finger my mother, who was found to be less wet than I was hoping for. She knew I noticed and immediately snapped out of her creepy malaise and began rubbing her clit to 'catch up. '

"Your second question... Tasted stale. Like on an airplane all day. I put his seat back, pulled his shirt back, and undid his belt. Saw cock was average, if not small, but it looked delicious. I already had the money. Wanted to enjoy it. Gave him the best head of his life. It didn't take long. He played with my titties, took the bra off as soon as I put it in park, and let him play. He came in my mouth, didn't taste great, sucked him dry..."

Her hand grabs her nipple and pulls hard... Shaking her head at her robotic, uncontrollable self... "That is a great trick you got there. Ok, fine. I was so hot after he came. I tried to hold it in my mouth to savor it the entire way home. About halfway back, I finally swallowed it."

I can feel my girth expand and my balls tighten. I pump hard, hold it

deep, and unload myself inside her, as deep as I can. I flexed the muscle from within, pumped twice to finish as deep as possible, and squeezed out whatever remained. I say, "Grab her head now!" And she does.

My balls still touching her clitoris, I slowly begin to draw out when I feel the head licking my balls from beneath. The only noise in the room was my panting, my mother's slurping, and my sister's whimper.

Ibsy did her best to clean what was available to her as I withdrew, and once out, slurped on my head before clamping down on my sister's dripping twat. "Don't you dare swallow a drop, slut, that's all for her." With my cock released, I use my mother's forehead and hair as if it were a towel, wiping clean everything else before I smear that all over her face too.

I walk to the bathroom to take a piss. On returning, I see my sister convulsing on the floor like a cattle prod was up her ass. My mother still has her mouth locked onto Fritzie's pussy, and the two stay connected, writhing on the floor as I step over them both and enter my bed. "Sluts... Take it inside... I'm going back to sleep now and don't want to be disturbed."

As they get up and grab their things. I add one final comment. "Fritzie, good work tonight. Put the cash on the counter before you leave. Enjoy your hour. Anything goes."

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Days later, Fritzie walks through the front door completely naked, wearing nothing but an expression of furious anger.

"Master, I must confess." She approaches me without following any protocols, disturbing my massage. I keep my eyes closed as I lie on the table. My mother works my calves, rubbing her thumbs deep into the muscles, alternating hands to maintain a consistent rhythm.

"Go on," I say without lifting my head.

"I am compelled to come to you immediately and confess my sins." She stands there, crawling inside her skin.

"What specifically is your sin?" I ask without moving.

She fights the urge not to fess up, knowing she lost the battle the second the rogue thought entered her brain and her arm reached up to her breast. Not when she acted. Not when someone discovered the act and complained. This triggered the moment she seriously considered acting it out. She knows he will learn the entire story, and that will earn her enough punishment to assuage the BDSM whore she's now learning is her true nature. The truth is now; she wants to feel embarrassed as much as she wants to feel the pain.

She accepts she is being molded to my liking. Not for love, or even lust, if she is honest. She did aid in my abuse and knew it. She is my device, a means to deal with what had happened to us both. And she did consider telling someone she shouldn't have. She knew that, too. She was given a fair warning. She was told what would happen if she did, and she did want to say something to someone she shouldn't have.

"I was out Ubering for us. And, while out, I was able to suck three cocks on top of the Uber, so I was making decent money. Because of this, I wanted to fill my belly with more than just random rider semen, so I stopped for food. Something didn't feel right in my head. I remember sitting there eating, just feeling confused."

"The point, slut... What did you do..." I pull back from the massage and sit up on the table to follow her eyes in the process. "Eyes up here." It occurs to me now that she walked in from outside naked, and it was daytime. "What was your sin, whore, eating French fries??"

I pull the towel back from my waist and uncover my growing cock for my mother to access. She serves me today as a silent assistant, acting out each task with zero banter or common courtesy. Today, she plays the concubine servant, knowing what is required of her without question. She gets into position and pulls the head of my cock into her mouth, tongue working at full wag. I reach down for a full handful of tit and squeeze.

"I went to a church to go to confession. I had been going to church for a long time. I don't talk about it because it's a very personal thing to me, so I sneak in when I need it, and I talk to the priest when I need to, and I thought I would try to find comfort. I wasn't going to give details. I just needed to talk about feelings I'd been dealing with."

I interrupt her. "First, let me stop you. You were told to talk to NOBODY about this. THAT IF YOU DID, YOU WOULD BE TRIGGERED AN EMBARRASSING LESSON... Did this trigger work?"

"Yes, Master." Her head drops again.

I pull my mother's head off my cock. I was barely paying attention to it anyway at this point. "Ibsy, five..." My head gestures toward the obvious.

My mother lifted herself, drooling everywhere, so she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She kisses my cheek and says, "Yes, Master."

On hearing the command to my mother, the Fritzie slut leans forward to offer her ass more access. Ibsy doesn't fuck around with her punishment responsibilities and lays down five fairly hard smacks, causing my sister's skin to ripple in a sound wave across her skin down her upper thigh. I see Fritzie's smile break on the side of her mouth.

"Second, I want to hear this entire story first. I will make a quick adjustment to your programming so you don't feel so distracted by these issues. When you come to me about these feelings, you will have a better day. "

"Yes, Master."

"Do you like being punished?"

"No, and yes. I don't like pain, but I accept the lesson, so I guess I do like it because I don't like it. I was jealous of the punishment that you delivered the other night. I couldn't stop thinking of how her ass was going to bruise up. I don't like being embarrassed, but it does excite me to the point cum leaks down my legs, so even after this, I fingered myself the entire way home. I couldn't wait to tell you about this. That only made me angrier. That only made me wetter."

I reach between her legs, and her pussy is soaked. "Now, every detail, no half-truths..." My finger continues to work her nub, not for her pleasure, but mine.

She continues her story, and I notice when she tells the sluttier details, her eyes look straight ahead, with a vixen intensity. It's as though she's trying on this persona for a real fitting, with makeup, and embracing it.

"I walked into the church and lit a candle to say a prayer. This is how I talk to God. Before saying something out loud, I apologized and asked forgiveness for my part in the past, asked him to help me understanding your pain, assist me in making me a vessel of your healing no matter what you need, and acceptance for how I enjoy the idea I am only sexually attracted to my family now, and I'm ok with that."

She took a breath, smiled, and continued. "I believed you when you warned me. I don't know if I forgot, or thought this was a gray area, or what. It wasn't an effort of defiance, I promise. I just never thought I was crossing that line. I see it now. I apologize."

I tickled her clitoris as a show of appreciation, then nodded to my mother as an order to deliver another 5 smacks. She does, same intensity.

"Sorry. Yes, of course. So, after I said my prayer, I walked over to the confessional. It was open, and nobody was waiting, so I pulled the curtain and entered the small room. We went through the typical procedures, but then we started talking... I asked him if he was comfortable with my being completely honest with him. He gave me some bullshit about how that was the purpose of the confessional, not knowing where I was going with the conversation. Which, honestly, at this point, I had no clue either."

This is where she started looking straight ahead with that evil, slutty smile again. "I had a plan on how I could use this as an open place to talk and get things off my chest without saying anything specific." Her gaze turns to me. "I told him, Father, I am a woman of ill repute. I have had changes in my life that have made me realize that I enjoy things that God and you are supposed to tell me I shouldn't like... but I do. You say I shouldn't want, but I do... And the worst part is, I'm ok with liking these things. So, if it is what I want, and it's what makes me happy, why do you, or God, or whoever, go fuck off and leave me to enjoy my life?"

I interrupt. "You said that to a priest, in a church..."

"Yes, sir." She answers.

"Continue."

"So, he kindly asks me to respect the environment and not use such foul language in a house of the lord. I showed him how that was essentially showing my point of view in a nutshell. I said, if I want to say, 'oh fuck', or 'I want to sell my body', or 'I want to suck a priest's cock in a confessional'... and that was what I wanted to do for my reasons, and I am ok with it... Why wouldn't God want that for me, just the same?? Why would that make God not love me? Are you saying God doesn't love me?"

I realize the story is better than I expected it could be. I walk over to my phone as she stands there naked, knowing this can only get better. On my phone, I power on the app to tweak some programming. Instead of multiple commands that could confuse, I edit the suggestion about being comfortable with incest to...

@Fritzieslut -- You are no longer burdened by being judged by God or society about your sexuality and feel empowered by the idea that you want only incest to fulfill your sexual needs.

But before I deliver, I ponder previous mental notes and consider leaving a back door command, which may be useful later... should I get a horse...

@Fritzieslut -- You are no longer burdened by being judged by God or society about your sexuality and feel empowered by the idea that you want only incest or bestiality to fulfill your sexual needs.

Delivering the message causes my slave-sister to tilt her head to the side for a second before shaking her head like a dog with a wet head.

"At this point, I still wasn't thinking about sharing the story with him. I only wanted to see if I would be able to get his cock through that little window and suck him off. He starts shushing me! This only made me want to do it more. 'Come on, Father, let me see it. I'd bet you jerk off every night thinking about some slut giving you this chance.' And he is fighting back with 'shameful behavior' and 'house of god', and then out of nowhere, it just goes silent. I just figured he had one of those little red emergency buttons back there that called in the Roman Militia, all ropes hanging from the ceilings with paratroopers carrying automatic weapons sliding down... but nothing..."

I see that look get more intense again. Looking back into my eyes, she says, "The little separator door opened, and a cock came through. I said, 'Oh, father, thank you for this generous offering, ' and I put it into my warm, wet mouth. I felt him twitch the second my mouth closed down and flicked my tongue. He was close already. I grabbed his robe from either side and I pulled him as close to the window as his body would allow, stopping him from being able to take his cock away from me. I deliberately moaned and slurped, knowing he wasn't going to last a minute anyway, and it could be the last head he gets in his life. I wanted him to remember it for a long time. I sucked and I sucked and I would've fucked his brains out in that tiny booth if he'd let me. But I know that was too big an ask, and I just wanted his load so I could get the fuck out of there. So, I sucked him hard and deep and told him to deliver his fat load in my mouth, cause I wasn't letting that cock go until he did. I felt him thrusting his hips, and when he came, he shoved his entire pelvic region through the tiny window. I kept sucking until his cock was clean and I swallowed every drop."

She went silent as she relived the moment. My mother stood next to her, amazed by the story. Then the eyes of Fritzieslut turn back to focus on mine, devious intentions. "And without thinking, that's when I said, 'you are more salty than my brothe...' and it started..."

My mother's eyes go wide. She did not need to be briefed on any warning of a similar nature, so she was unaware of this. "Monkey?" I ask.

"Monkey, yeah. I believed I was a monkey... I tore off my clothes as soon as I realized what I'd said. Not unbuttoned, but literally ripped off my own body, I couldn't get out of them fast enough. The 'cage' you described happened to be the confessional I was already in, so I hopped back and forth, jumped on the furniture, shit on the floor, and threw the shit at the priest before running out of there, naked..."

Laughing in her face, I notice the red that typically resides in her ass cheeks has now taken residence on the cheeks of her face. But, she is still looking devious and slutty. "Fortunately, by the time I got to my car, that phase of the punishment was mostly complete, and while naked, I could never return to that church again. I was given enough reason to get out of there before the police arrived looking for more reasonable answers."

She reached up to her nipple and pulled hard. I look to my mother, "Ibsy, twenty, hard."

My mother pushes her head back down and begins to count off each smack. "One!" SMACK... "Two!" SMACK...

I shove my cock into my sister's mouth, leaning towards me. "Half-truths?? Are you fucking serious, slut?? What are you hiding?!? Were you compelled to do something else on your way to tell me this story?" Knowing that there was an additional command given here that was not shared with her before.

My slave, the Ibsyslut, administers punishment on my behalf as my sister, our slave, describes her learning process. This lesson was prepared but has not yet been explained. This lesson is that I do not play fair, I stack the deck, I am creative and cruel, and the punishment may be far worse than the punishment I explain in my warnings. A little easter egg, if you will. A surprise that may never be found, unless...

"What did you do, slut??" I ask her as I pull her head to me and shove my cock deep and hold it for many seconds until I feel she needs to breathe. Releasing her head, I allow her to respond. She manages to explain, "On my way home, I believe I was compelled to find three specific cocks to suck and swallow."

Laughing again, I drive my cock back deep in her mouth without warning and hold it there to the point of choking. I release it out of pity, then push her back, and find myself a spot to lie back and get into a comfortable position.

"Ibsy, suck it dry. Fritzie, details." Ibsy puts down the spatula and moves her slave away from her implied-to-be reserved spot. She kneels before me and goes full pornstar. Fritzie stands, knees together. "Make yourself cum, but don't stop the story."

"I assume the first was a random stranger." I nod. "As I was driving home, all I could think about was sucking off a random stranger. At first, I just thought it was me realizing I was really enjoying the new lifestyle and fondly remembering the incident where I was being punished. I'd been getting a lot of random stranger dick recently, and this could be me being programmed to be horny, or I could feel compelled otherwise. I only knew that what started as a fond memory became a fixation, which then became an absolute need. I just needed to swallow a full load from a stranger. I was a half hour away from home and already nude. I had Uber, so this could be an easy solve. I turned on my Uber and picked up a ride."

My mother interpreted this as a challenge to get me to cum before the story ended, with no idea of how long it would take to tell. She was not backing off and was more enthusiastic than usual. I hold her head to guide her pace, then lean back to appreciate the look of my slutty mother loving on my fat cock. Holding it in her hand like a delicate flower, she looks at it lovingly, then drags her face. Rubbing her face on it like her cheeks were a direct link to her clitoris. She rubs her face against my cock, down to my balls, leading with her tongue and saliva. She licks down to my taint, lifting my leg to access my anus, grabs my ball sack in a handful and sucks and slurps on them while she strokes my cock, rubbing her face into my manhood, licking every crevasse.

Looking back up at my sister, watching us and fingering herself, a visible line of liquid shows on her right inner thigh, trailing down her inner calf to her foot, standing in a puddle. She now stares back into my eyes with intent. "Alas, while I was naked and craving semen in my belly, now consuming every thought in my mind, the ride I got was not a man. It was a woman..."

I hold my mother's head, looking down. I say, "Savor it." Then I nudge my head to my Fritzieslut to continue.

"She, at first, saw me naked and started with the 'Are you ok? Are you in trouble?' I tried to explain that I was fine and playing a prank. I lied and made up a story that seemed feasible. She asked if she could get in the front seat, and then did without waiting for an answer. So, before I knew it, she was sitting in the passenger seat next to me. I assured her that the situation was safe and I was good, but didn't want to stay there to explain. There was too much attention drawn, so I drove off and found a fast food restaurant to pull into so we could take a second and explain."

I take my cock and slap it on my mother's face while I position her better to get to the boobs easier. Typically, I would want to play with her pussy and maybe fuck her for a bit, but she is still on limited rations since the incident, and I'm not giving her any relief. I shove it back in and grab the head again, looking back at my sister to continue. I pull on my mother's rubbery nipples because it feels good... for me.

"So, I gave her this story like that I was a sub and my master challenged me to get in a car naked and not to come home unless I had given a blowjob. And because I didn't expect the rider to be a girl, I would do my duty and get her to the agreed destination, no harm, no foul. She agreed, and we were chatting as I drove the 20-minute ride. I see her eyes checking me out as we drive. Every time we hit a bump or patch of uneven road, my tits bounced, and her eyes were locked on the jiggle. She turns the conversation to the idea that I was a submissive, and we start chatting about that and what that's like. By now, I know not to bring up anything about us, just how I felt about being dominated, pleasing others, free use, that stuff. She reached over and just grabbed my tits without asking. If I didn't like it so much, I might have been offended. She pulled on my tit, stretched out my nips, then slapped them down. My pussy was already leaving a stain in the seat, but that sent me over the edge. She told me that in the military, she handled many 'recruits' as she called them, and I looked like a right slut. When she was done with my tits, her hand spread my legs wide, pulling up my free left knee. Her fingers were deep inside me before I knew what the fuck was going on."

I grab my mom's head and hold it still for a minute. The story had too much left, and I didn't want to cum yet. I was closer than I wanted to be.

"She licks her fingers and puts her hand back to my tits. She was smaller than you, but her grip was not so far off. We're at a stoplight, and she pulls my head close and kisses me hard. She asks me, 'What specifically was your task?' I explained that, without getting into details, I didn't have a word-for-word request, only something I had to solve, and I'd know when I was right. She had me so distracted at the light that the cars were honking at us for missing the color changing to green. "

She continued, "We finally made it back to her house without getting arrested or causing an accident. I'm sitting in a literal puddle. She pushed the seat back as far as it would go, squirmed out of her pants, and said, 'Lick my cunt, you slut, I'll cum in your mouth for you. Her feet are on the dashboard, her pussy is there, and she spreads her lips with her right hand and pulls my head to her with her left. I resist for a moment, realizing this could be a nice loophole, and could get me out of my task quicker. I have licked pussy many times and knew I could get her off easily, so I dove in and licked that cunt with everything I could. This slut was a lesbian and knew exactly what she wanted. She spread her lips and showed me her spot. I licked that clit and sucked it hard, and she was squirting in minutes. She gave a nice fountain, so getting enough in my mouth to swallow was no problem at all. I was already naked and soaked, so no worse off than I had started. I gave her a second one with my fingers and sucked on her tongue, which must've tasted like her pussy. I could tell she liked that. When we were done, she put a fat tip on the ride, claimed it was a business expense, so I should enjoy it. We exchanged numbers."

Laughing to myself, knowing exactly what I wrote into the command, had follow-up questions, ya know, in the interest of science and shit. "So... and so, how did you feel?"

"No different, sir..." Her hand began to reach for her tit again, so she corrected herself, "Well, good and slutty, to be honest. I like that she used me without permission. I like that. But I still wanted... no, needed a stranger's cum in my belly."

I follow up, "What did you do about it?" Then I turn to Ibsy, 'Sandwich..." My mother runs off naked toward the kitchen.

"I went back to plan A. I turned the Uber back on, and this time I found a man. He was a Latino man who must've been working all day. Some hospitality job, a kitchen, a hotel, something like that. He smelled of it. He was so embarrassed when he saw me. He was cute, but he didn't want to get in the car. He understood enough English to understand I was going to drive him, and there was no camera, and he wouldn't get in trouble. So, he gets in, and we start to drive. He was in the back, and I explained to him only what I needed to. I took his hand and pulled him to my boobs. His hand began to explore after much encouragement. I reached back and grabbed his cock. He'd attempted to push my hand away, but I found it enough to know he was hard. When we stopped, he tried to get out. He walked up to the driver's side of the car, where I opened the door. I grabbed his waist by the belt and reached in, got my hand on his growing cock. After two squeezes, he stopped resisting and allowed me to do what I wanted. He even tried to warn me and pull out, but I held his legs and wouldn't release him until he delivered his load. I wouldn't let him out of my mouth until that thing was empty. He gave me a nice tip, but I could tell he was on a limited budget, so I didn't get offended that it was less than the others. He never knew what hit him."

"Ok, so how did you feel now that you had a stranger's semen in your belly?" Ibsy returns from the kitchen with a turkey and Swiss on rye and a cold bottle of beer. She first hands me the beer, which I take a sip of, then the plate, a napkin, before falling to her knees again to return to her primary task without a word spoken. She starts by taking more cock in her mouth than I'm able to take in a sandwich. She seems hungrier than I am, too.

Squirming her very wet knees against each other as she seemingly reaches another orgasm. She again stares into my soul through her transformation, and as the puddle beneath her grows wider. She is enjoying this more than the 'punishment' was designed to hold. But, at the same time, so much better. She looks like she would tear her mother's hair out to get her mouth on my cock, so nothing wrong there.

"It felt like I'd taken a drug that rushed through my veins like nothing I'd ever felt. I like slutty, and I was slutty, and I like slutty. "

She spreads her lips wide and shows me her pussy. I pull my mother off my cock by the hair. "Go suck Fritzie's clit till she cums in your mouth. Treat her like a queen as long as she keeps talking slutty. Go reward that whore."

My mother turns from me and, still on her knees, pulls her daughter's twat to her mouth. Fritzie screams on first contact, holds her head, and stares into my soul. I know the answer before I ask it. Yet, I prod on. "Is that when you came home to me, slut?"

Grinding her pussy on my mother's face, holding it where she preferred, she responds. "No, Master. It seemed like I wasn't done, and I wanted another. This time, I had a different taste to find. I'd sucked off a priest in a church, a random woman who used me, a Latino kitchen worker stranger, and at that point, all I could think about was finding someone I've known for years and not stopping until I get them to cum in my filthy, slutty cunt."

My mother lifts her head from licking my sister's pussy, turns to me, and says, "They did too. I can taste it... I already know how this part of the story ends..."

My sister grabs her and pulls her back to the target. "No, I promise, you don't. Shut the fuck up and eat my pussy." Then back to me. "My list of people I could ask here was limited. I had a few select guys that I'd been friends with over the years that have shown interest, but the fact was, I never wanted them or cared to deal with their sweaty fat asses. Except... Now, I'm craving it like a crack baby, so for reasons of proximity and calculated likelihood of success, I start with this annoying guy I know, Reggie. I met him years ago; he's crude and awful in every way, except he has money. He has offered, and I've come to accept by now..." She holds my mother's head still as she grinds down on her. Her body convulses as she builds a scream, squirting hard, my mother rubbing her face in it, same as when it was my cock and balls. "Sorry, Master, I've come to realize I enjoy prostituting myself and know I have ways to profit off that. She doesn't release my mother and begins her loop anew. "Reggie is slime, but he also has more money than he knows what to do with. He had offered to give me cash for a fuck before... like I said, scum of the earth. I call him up and I make him an offer to swing by his place, let him fuck me, he had 1 hour... $2,000 cash."

My mother stopped licking in shock. My cock kinda stopped working at that point. This was not the plan, but should I be ok with this? Even the devil is avoiding me at this point. He just left a sign on his door that reads, 'On Your Own!" Let's put the entirety of brain controlling my sister to think she wants to be a programmed incestual sex slave to her mother and brother aside... if we can... just a moment...

Alas.

Initially, my point was to seek revenge for the hurt in my butt. Woo-hoo, good 'ol fashioned 'Merican Revenge... We all liked that part, right, guys? Look, she wanted to be a prostitute. How could I know this at the time? So, that part is not me. I'm just the guy pressing buttons here.

I mean, I just... Ugh, never mind...

Ok, fine.

I made my mom a sex-bot and my sister a whore slave prostitute. I told you I'm dealing with issues.

Forget it... Going to hell... Right... where was I?

My whore slave prostitute sister continues, "Reggie said yes so fast. Next time I'm going to ask for a lot more money. I went right to his place next and walked through his door completely naked, except for the stench of sex that I must've given off. The little person was so bad sexually, it was over before I even felt it. I did get fucked right in his living room, and he came in my pussy. I got the same orgasm as I received the first time, and knew I completed the task. I have to say that feeling alone has an addictive nature to it, and as soon as I felt it, I wanted it again. So, I collected the money, at least got a shirt and a pair of sweatpants, gave him my number for when he wants more, and got outta Dodge."

Now stroking my cock, plate of food empty, I light one of the blunts Ibsy prepared for the day. I sprawled out on the bed to make myself available for guests. "Towel yourselves down before following me into bed. I want to start with Fritzie. Meet me there when you're not such a mess."

They returned together, cleaner than they left. My mother took my side as my sister knew enough to start with her mouth to at least wake the cock up before we could continue. Her head went to work, as I pulled my mother's breast into my mouth.

My cock has been hard ever since the massage started, and that could've been 2 hours ago for all I can tell. She gets me prepared quickly and climbs onto me, straddling my hips. My mother grabs my cock and squeezes to harden it up, and it works. Before releasing, she aligns it to the hole and pulls down on Fritzie's hips.

My mother keeps her head close to our fucking genitals. Any time there is a slip where my cock comes free, it instantly goes into Ibsy's mouth for a few quick sucks before Fritzie's cunt gets licked, leading to my cock getting another full squeeze before being aligned for reentry.

I held her hips to control her rhythm as she rode me. I slapped her ass to prove a point and wake her up to finish. "Was that when you came home, now that you swallowed a friend's cum?"

"No... Sorry... Feels good... When I was done there, I wanted nothing but truck drivers, to be a lot-lizard and to find two dicks to suck, for cheap this time, and then do the two of them at the same time. I knew I couldn't fight it, so I thought I'd better find it, and fast. I know there is a diner down by the interstate rest stop, and I assumed that would be the easiest way to get it done.

I pulled into the parking lot and took off the clothes I stole from Reggie, leaving me naked behind the wheel again. I saw two dudes talking towards the back, where they park when they sleep. I pulled up, rolled down my window, and asked them to come over and help me with a question.

You could see their eyes light up as they approached. They instantly reminded me of Fred and Barney. Fred, the obvious alpha of the group, leaned on my window as he stared me with his eyes. Then said, 'What is your question, Love?' And, I said, 'I was wondering where I'd apply to be the local lot-lizard? Is there an application I need to fill out, or is that just auditions? Think you and your little friend there need a good fuck before getting back on the road? I'll do both of you, anything you want, $100. Maybe tell your friends there is a new slut in town, and she is hungry. I'll give you my number. Something like that?' He reached his filthy hands into the front seat and grabbed my pussy, using his middle finger to enter me. I said, 'Ooh, that's one vote for yes. What about your friend? It's both or none, $100 cash up front. I need two loads...' I hear him say something like, 'yeah, I'm down' as he grabbed his cock and brought it to attention on his way to rooting out his wallet, grabbing five twenty-dollar bills."

From here, I shift our positions so that instead of riding me cowgirl, I flipped her on her back and had my mother sit on her face, then pulled Ibsy's head down to my sister's pussy, but to focus on my cock first. I grab her head and face fuck her. "Can you believe what a slut this girl is? I mean, it's like we won the lottery, Ibsy. Ok, get ready, this one got my balls full, so don't miss anything." I push her head back down to the pussy to heighten the moment more.

Grabbing my sister's leg for better stability as well as for the sake of selfishly not giving a fuck... at all, I hold her leg and fuck the shit out of her. Our familial relationship is irrelevant. This is a case of a slut got me so hot, I needed to hear the end. I pull my cock out and feed it to my mother's throat, for no reason, but to make sure I don't cum before hearing how this ends.

Through a series of moaning pants, she continues. "Fuuhhuuhhhck... Got into back of the truhuhhhhuuhhck... One huhhhinn mouth... one in pussy... Barney was small but had a rod... fucked good... Fred stayed in my mouth... couldn't get super hard... got him to cum anyway... swallowed it... made him cum again, swallowed that too... Told Barney to fuck my ass, came in it tooohoooohooooOOOOOOOHHHHH...

This is when I pulled out and drove my spurting cock into my mother's waiting mouth and exploded. She pulled my leg closer until my cock was deep into her throat, sucked harder, and swallowed the load. She then went down to lick any drops she could find, but ended up sucking on her clitoris and licking it clean also. I pull the head closer back to my cock for cleaning. Eventually, the second head found its way to the same target to aid the process. The two cleaned until there was no mess, then kissed each other passionately as they had done for years.