The Professor's Wife - ch 11

The Professor's Wife -- ch 11

Jason was sitting on the balcony, drinking his first cup of coffee in the morning, scrolling through a couple of articles he'd pulled up on the internet talking about women with daddy issues. After reading through all of them the only reason he could come up with why she was responding to him the way she did, was the way he and Janice made her feel safe and loved. The psychology behind her mindset baffled him. But the benefits of having her in his relationship with Janice was undeniable. And if the two of them came as a package deal, who was he to say 'No'. He was lost in thought when his dad opened the door and joined him.

"You guys went to bed early last night." Roger said as he sat down next to Jason. "I came out looking for you and everyone was nowhere to be seen." He chuckled. "Although, I heard enough."

Jason smiled as he remembered the previous night. "Yeah! Sharon can be a bit noisy at times."

"You've got a good thing going here, with your two ladies. I must confess a little jealousy." Roger confessed. "You've given me some food for thought when your mother and I get back home later today."

Jason looked at him shocked. "You just got here yesterday! You're heading back today?"

"Yes. Your mother likes Janice. She's just having a hard time with Sharon. But more than that, she's having a hard time with you being with both of them."

"So how do you think she's going to like it if you bring another woman to your bed?" Jason asked, his anger towards his dad deepening.

Roger laughed. "Your mother is bound by her golden handcuffs. She'll do whatever I want so she can keep all the perks of being married to me."

Jason felt his anger towards his dad simmering, the more he talked. His anger and resentment towards his mom was still there. But he didn't want to see her treated like this.

"Do your ladies know what the family business is? What your role in that business is?" Roger asked with a hushed voice.

Jason shot his dad an angry glare. "Granddad makes military hardware for the government. That's what they know. That's all they need to know. I'm getting out of the business. I'll talk with granddad about that when I'm ready."

"I hate to burst your bubble, son. But that's not how it works. You can chose your friends. But you can't chose your family. You don't walk away from family either."

"I don't want to spend the rest of my life looking over my shoulder. Wondering if I'm going to be thrown in jail, or killed by some asshole who wants us out of business." Jason growled at his dad.

"What are you two talking about?" Marcy asked as she stepped on the balcony.

"I was just telling Jas we're heading home after breakfast." He said, glaring at her. "I know you don't want to be here anymore." He looked at Jason. "I want you to come home next weekend. I want to talk more about your plans. And come by yourself." Roger smiled. "That is, if you can pull yourself away from those two ladies of yours for a couple days."

"There's nothing to talk about. I've made up my mind." Jason replied with a defiance in his voice.

"Just come home so we can talk."

"I'll think about it." Jason said before getting up and going inside.

"Did your parents leave because of me?" Sharon asked as the three of them sat around the kitchen island.

Jason reached out and caressed her face. "No baby! They left because they're a couple of fucked up people."

"I thought Marcy was starting to warm up to us." Janice chimed in.

"I knew they were having problems." Jason said, just thinking out loud. "But both have really changed." He looked back and forth between his ladies. "Dad even implied he was going to give mom to me, sexually!"

"EEWWWWW!" Sharon responded. "That's gross!"

"Tell me about it! I never saw that coming from dad! I knew he was having issues with mom. But that's some serious anger." Even as Jason expressed his disgust at the suggestion of his mom servicing him sexually, he felt an excitement for what it would be like to experience something so forbidden.

He stood up and got himself another cup of coffee. "Anyway. They're gone. I'm glad. I'm not sure I'll ever invite them back. At least not together. Do you two have anything planned for the day?"

"I didn't have anything planned because I thought we were going to have company all day." Janice replied. "Now, I think I'll do some shopping. I still need a bunch of stuff for the kitchen." She looked at Sharon. "You want to come with me, baby?"

"Sure! I'll never turn down a shopping trip."

"What are you going to do, baby?" Janice asked Jason.

"There's a couple of baseball games on this afternoon. I'll watch one of them." He thought he'd also call his granddad. But he kept that thought to himself. He stood up and walked around till he was standing behind Sharon. He bent over and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her neck and the side of her face. "Don't give my mother a second thought. You're our Babygirl and nothing is going to change that. I love you, baby. You're right where you ought to be."

Sharon lifted her arm, wrapping it around his head, pulling it into her neck. "Thank you. I love you too, daddy. I don't want to be anywhere else."

Jason chuckled as he dropped his hand and grabbed her breast. "Good girl. Because if you think I'm letting you get away, you're crazy." He squeezed her breast, digging his fingers into her soft flesh till she gasped. He straightened up as Janice was standing up from her seat. They wrapped their arms around each other and kissed. "Have fun shopping." He said as he slid his hands down her back and grabbed her ass.

"Sure you don't want to come with us?" Janice asked teasingly, already knowing the answer.

Jason laughed. "As sure as I am that I don't want a migraine." He looked down at Sharon, then held out his arm for her to join them. Sharon stood as he wrapped his arm around her, pulling her into his and Janice's bodies. "I love you both." He smiled. "But not that much to go shopping with you." He kissed them both, hugging each of them tighter as the kiss lingered. "You two better go, before I decide to keep you home this afternoon."

"What would be so wrong with that?" Janice asked smiling as she slid her hand down his back and grabbed his ass over his gym shorts.

"What's with you two?" Jason asked laughing. "Are you two always horny?"

"We are in our prime sexually, you know." Janice replied smiling.

"And if I'm not mistaken," Sharon added. "You did promise me a morning protein boost every morning. You got out of bed before we were up."

"You're right!" Jason replied, laughing. "What kind of a daddy would I be if I didn't keep my promises?"

"Exactly!" Janice replied as she started to push him towards the living room. She pushed him teasingly, as she and Sharon laughed, until he was falling backwards onto the couch. Then each of them pulled their oversized jerseys over their heads and threw them aside.

No matter how many times Jason gazed on their naked bodies, it would never get old. He knew he had two of the most beautiful and seductive women any guy could ever hope for. Every now and then he wondered if this was just a really great dream he was going to wake up from, only to be disappointed and frustrated. This was one of those times.

"Why the hell are you still dressed?" Janice asked teasing as she bent over and pulled his shorts down his legs.

Jason lifted his hips enough to aid in getting his shorts down his legs. Then he leaned forward and pulled his t-shirt over his head.

"There! That's better!" Janice said smiling, staring at his semi-erect manhood. She turned to Sharon and grabbed her by the back of her neck, kissing her. "There you go, baby. Show him what a good girl you are."

Sharon dropped to her knees between Jason's legs and ran her hands up his thighs. Her eyes never left his manhood, staring at it as though it was the most precious thing she'd ever seen.

Jason leaned forward, remembering what he had read earlier. Her constant need for affirmation and being told what a good girl she was, and her need to feel secure. He took her face in his hands and kissed her. "You are such a good girl. Daddy loves you so much!"

"Do you?" Sharon asked, tears starting to well-up in her eyes.

"Oh baby!" He replied as he brushed away her hair from her face. "I love you so much, I'm keeping you forever."

"Promise?" She asked, sounding more like a little girl than a middle-aged woman.

"I promise." He kissed her again, then sat back.

Sharon took his manhood in both hands, softly stroking its length with one hand as her other hand gently massaged his scrotum.

Janice knelt on the couch and laid across his lap. Jason tucked one arm under her to hold her. "Now, where were we?" She asked smiling as she ran her fingers through his hair. "I love you, baby." She said softly, smiling at him.

Jason brought his other hand between them and began caressing her breast. "I love you more." He said, returning her smile.

"I don't think that's possible."

Jason pinched her nipple playfully. "Don't argue with daddy." He said laughing.

Sharon knelt, listening to their playful conversation, stroking the length of his shaft with her tongue. Hearing them laugh as they loved each other made her more resentful of her parents. She had never heard laughter or felt tenderness as she was growing up. Her childhood home was one filled with anger and shouting. She had always been envious of other kids whose parents loved each other and demonstrated that love. As a result, she grew up starved for affection, love, affirmation and a sense of security. Janice had been the first person to give her all those things. Then she was brought into their relationship. At first, she bristled against any kind of relationship with Jason because of his age. But the more she was around both him and Janice, when they were together, helped her see beyond the age difference. Janice had been right about him. He had a wisdom and maturity far beyond his years. She felt herself drawn to him, to them. She was so starved for a male figure in her life, he quickly weaved his way into her life until she found herself seeing him and wanting him to be that male figure she had so longed for.

Jason was just about to pull Janice into him and kiss her when he dropped his head back on the couch, moaning. "Oh fuck!"

Sharon had licked the pre-cum from the head of his cock. Then began teasing his shaft with the tip of her tongue, concentrating on that small area just under bulbous head. She giggled when she heard Jason's response. "Does daddy like?" She asked, not seeing the look on Jason's face.

"Oh fuck, baby!" He groaned. "Yes! Daddy likes a lot."

Janice wrapped her arms around his head and pulled it into her neck. "I'll tell you something else our baby likes on occasion." She whispered in his ear so softly Sharon couldn't make out what was being said. "She likes a good spanking every now and then. I think it helps reinforce that need of hers."

"Good to know!" Jason groaned, not caring if he was heard or not. Then he grabbed Janice's head and held it secure as he kissed her. Their mouths attacked each other as Jason felt Sharon's mouth engulf his shaft and begin to suck on it, her tongue swirling around it like it was a popsicle stick.

Janice broke the kiss and pushed off his body, panting. She lifted one of her breasts. "Here baby! I know this is what you want!" The truth being, she wanted it as much as he did. She'd grown to love having her breasts suckled and mauled whenever Jason climaxed. The combination of her sensitive breasts being taken and his responses as he climaxed was a euphoria she couldn't get enough of.

Jason dropped his head, taking her breast in his mouth, sucking on it with the intensity of a baby starved for its mother's milk. He slid his free hand down her body and between her legs. He was beyond taking things slowly. He rubbed two fingers over her clit on his way to her gushing pussy. He shoved them inside her, curling them till he found what he was looking for. Her response told him he'd found the spot.

"Ooohhh! You fucker!" Janice moaned as she pulled herself into his mouth, her body beginning to shake. "Damn you! Damn you!" She groaned as her shaking intensified. "I didn't want this!" She cried out, feeling her own orgasm building.

Jason laughed to himself, keeping his mouth stuffed with her tender flesh. 'Bullshit!' He thought to himself. 'You always want this!'

Sharon felt a euphoria wash over her as her head bobbed up and down. Hearing the two people she loved and cared for the most, loving each other with a depth she'd never experienced before, brought her a sense of peace and contentment. Every time she heard them laugh together, or saw the affection they shared with each other, just reinforced her need to be part of them and fulfill her role with them. She'd found the family she had longed for since she was a child. Nothing was going to take this from her. And Sharon the bitch was going to make sure of that.

She felt his shaft swelling in her mouth as she listened to him groan.

"OOOOOHHHHH!" Janice groaned as her body tensed just before exploding. She pulled her chest into Jason's face, shaking and spasming. He was working her body with an expertise she was beginning to crave. No matter how much he touched her, or where he touched her, she always wanted more.

Jason began to grunt, trying to breath with his face smashed against her breast. The feel of Sharon's lips wrapped tightly around his shaft, gliding up and down its length, sucking his seed from his body was a sensation he knew would never get old.

Sharon knelt with a feeling of contentment as she continued to demonstrate her love to this man she now belonged to, kissing and licking his deflating manhood as she listened to them moan softly.

Janice continued to lay in his arms as the two of them fondled each other. "Do you two really have to go shopping right now?" He asked as he caressed her breast.

"No!" Janice replied, her fingers stroking the back of his neck and running through his hair. "I suppose we could do it later. Why?"

"I was thinking we take our baby back to bed and play around for a couple hours."

Janice got a devilish smile on her face. "Can we make her scream again?"

"You're just mean!" Jason said laughing.

Janice wrapped her arm around his neck and kissed him hard. "I know. But you love it!"

He reached around her body, smacking her ass. "I do. Now get your ass in gear." He leaned forward after Janice got off his lap and took Sharon's face in his hands. "Come on baby. Let's go have some fun with you for a couple hours."

Sharon giggled softly. "Are you just going to use me, daddy?"

Jason kissed her softly on the lips. Then started covering her face with soft kisses. "Is that what you want, baby? You want me to use you like a dirty girl?"

Sharon gasped as he continued to kiss her face. "Yes, please!" She moaned, wrapping her arms around his head. "I want to be your dirty girl."

"Then let's go have some fun." He stood up, took her by the hand and led her into the bedroom. 'I'm going to have to step-up my game with these two.' He thought to himself as he walked into the bedroom and saw Janice lying on the bed waiting for them. 'The more they get, the more they want.'

Roger and Marcy rode in silence for the first hour of their drive home. Marcy's backside still stung from the beating she'd been given the day before. She knew she'd pushed him too far this time. His anger towards her boiling over with a rage she'd never felt before. She finally worked up the courage to speak.

"Are you really going to have my breasts enlarged?" She asked, looking forward at the road, not wanting to look at him.

Roger drove in silence for a minute or so before answering her. "I'll give you two options. You either do as your told, or I divorce you and kick your ass out on the street. Your choice."

It was Marcy's turn to ride in silence as she thought about her options. Her life was crumbling faster than she could figure out how to fix it. She was facing the possibility of losing everything she had grown to love; money, comfort, security, anything she wanted she bought. Roger knew she had nowhere to go, and he held all the cards. She also knew his lawyers would make she got nothing in a divorce settlement. She couldn't bring herself to verbalize she would do as she was told.

Roger chuckled after several minutes of silence. "That's what I thought. You'll not only do as you're told, you'll embrace it, you'll love it." He growled at her. "Or so help me, I will fucking whip your backside till you are bleeding and broken!" His anger grew as he thought about the years of contention and manipulation she had tried to impose on him. "I am done with you. From now on, you will do as your told, at all times! And the only response I want to hear from you is, 'Yes sir!' Got it?"

Marcy fought back the tears as he vented on her. "Yes sir." She replied with a cracking voice.

Roger saw a "REST STOP" sign and made a quick decision. He pulled into the off ramp and slowed down as he drove into the rest stop area, pulling into a parking spot on the backside of the facility, with their back to the building.

Marcy thought he had to use the restroom.

Roger turned off the engine. Then pushed his seat all the way back. "Let's start your new life now." He said, throwing his arm on the back of the seat as he looked at her. "From now on, you will get on your knees and suck my cock till I tell you enough, at least once a day." He glared at her waiting.

Marcy stared at him in disbelief for a few seconds before looking around the area they were parked in. "You mean here? Now?"

He laughed. "Don't worry. If someone sees, I'll just tell them you're my whore. Hell! They may even want to pay me something for you."

Marcy choked back the tears as she leaned over and began unbuckling his belt and pants. Then she slid her hand inside his shorts and pulled his flaccid cock out. She stroked it several times before lowering her head and sucking it into her mouth.

Roger watched with satisfaction as she obeyed with no further questions or objections. He sat there for a couple minutes enjoying the feel of her mouth sliding up and down on his shaft. Then he decided to prolong the experience and humiliate her even more. He grabbed his cell phone and called his brother. "Hey Charlie. What's the name of that plastic surgeon you used for Genie's tits?"

Charlie laughed. "Well good morning to you too! It's not everyday I get asked a question like that from my brother. What brought that on?"

Roger laughed. "I'm going to have Marcy bumped up a few sizes. Give me something bigger to play with."

Marcy wanted to burst into tears as she heard him talking about her like she was some worthless hooker he'd picked up on the street. She started lifting her head out of his lap when she felt his hand on the back of her head, pushing it back down.

"I didn't tell you to stop, bitch!" He growled at her, still holding the phone to his ear.

"Who you talking to?" Charlie asked. "I thought you were at Jason's?"

"We were. We're driving back now. I stopped at a rest stop. I needed to shove something in Marcy's mouth to shut her up."

"Well it's about time!" Charlie shouted, laughing. "I've been wondering for years how long you were going to put up with her bitching and complaining." He laughed again. "If you need some help, let me know."

"You know. I may just take you up on that." Roger replied laughing.

"I tell you what." Charlie replied. "I'll bring Genie over one night and we can swap. How's that sound?"

"Sounds like a great idea! Now what's the doc's name?"

"Ben Broward. His name is Ben Broward. I'll text you his contact information." Charlie replied, still laughing.

"OK. Thanks. I gotta go." Roger said, feeling his orgasm building.

"I'll bet you do!" Charlie said, laughing. "Later, brother."

Roger laid his phone on the dashboard. Then laid his hands on top of Marcy's head, holding it down. "I think I may turn you into the family whore. You love spending our money. Maybe it's time you start earning your keep." Then he began grunting as his cock erupted in her sucking mouth.

Marcy felt broken and cheap as she swallowed his cum. His words pounding away at her self-worth. Only because she knew they were true. She was willing to become the family whore as long as she was rewarded with the perks of being part of the family. She continued to suck on his manhood, even after he released her head and his shaft began to soften.

Roger sat and watched, smiling. "Good. Looks like you've already learned your place. Think I'll get you a new collar. Next one will say, "FAMILY WHORE." He laughed.

"Granddad! How are you?" Jason asked, sitting on the balcony. He and Janice had just spent the last three hours in bed playing with Sharon until she was begging them to stop. When he'd left the bedroom the two ladies were curled up in each other's arms, purring like two contented cats, sleeping. He chuckled to himself as he walked down the hallway. "I don't think they'll be doing any shopping today." He mumbled to himself.

"Jason, my boy! I was thinking about calling you. It's been a while since we talked." Benjamin Blackwell was a distinguished looking man, who at the age of 68 was in better shape than most men half his age. He had taken excellent care of himself throughout his adult life. A life he had shared with his wife, Fran Blackwell, until she passed away at the young age of 60, from cancer. But before her passing, she had hand-picked two women to take care of the mansion she and Ben lived in. But not just the mansion. They were to take care of her husband as well. It would take two women to take her place. Part of what had made their marriage so strong and lasting was the voracious sexual appetite they both shared.

That shared appetite had driven them at times to venture out beyond the confines of their marital bed and take on other lovers to join in on their fun. Fran enjoyed the occasional tag-team, taking it from both ends as she was kept on all fours on the bed. Ben had even organized a gangbang for her once with six other guys besides himself, at a hotel. But that was a one-time experience after one of the guys discovered where they lived and began stalking Fran. He had a freak accident and died shortly after Ben discovered the guy was stalking Fran.

But their adventures also included a number of women Ben and Fran would share their bed with. Two of those women were Jessica and Paula. Each of them were flight attendants Ben and Fran had met on one of their vacation flights. Neither were married. Both preferring to pour themselves into their careers, flying all over the world and enjoying the freedom that came with that lifestyle. Both ladies had caught Ben's eye when he first saw them. Both were in their early thirties at the time. Jessica had brunette hair, and Paula had auburn hair. And both were well endowed. Which was Ben's Achilles heel. He was a breast man.

Fran had met with both of them shortly before the cancer became so debilitating she couldn't function on her own. She offered them a deal neither could turn down. Each was given a car, and were paid generously, on a monthly basis, for taking care of Ben and the house. They could still travel on their own, on occasion, have their own circle of friends and enjoy the run of the mansion, each having their own bedroom. Both jumped at the offer without hesitation. By that time, they'd both had their fill of disgusting men who wanted nothing more than to grope them and make lude and disgusting remarks.

The arrangement began before Fran passed away. But a funny thing happened throughout that process. What started out as a type of business arrangement in Jessica and Paula's minds, slowly evolved into a deep love for Ben. As they watched how tender and kind he was with her, their love and respect for him grew. Then he turned that kindness and tenderness towards them after Fran died. The more they experienced his kindness and gentleness, the more they wanted to give themselves to him. He didn't ask anything of them for the first couple of months after Fran passed. Then one night he kissed them both after sharing a glass of wine with them. Then the flood gates of passion opened. The three of them spent most of the night making love in every combination and position. Both Jessica and Paula marveled at Ben's stamina, and they took full advantage of it. After that night, the ladies still kept their separate bedrooms, but they rarely ever slept in them.

Since that night their love for Ben and loyalty to him only deepened. He was the kindest, gentlest man either of them had ever known. Although, they did see a side of him a few times that made them realize they had fallen in love with a man who was not to be betrayed or fooled around with. He could be ruthless when it came to dealing with people who crossed him or hurt his family in any way. But they were family now, and they loved being within that circle.

"I know it has, granddad. And I apologize for that. Been kind of busy." Jason replied.

Ben laughed. "Has your new friend been keeping you busy?" He knew all about Janice. As soon as he had heard about her, he did a complete background check on her through one of the Federal Agencies he worked with at times.

Jason returned the laughter. "She has, granddad. But so has her friend."

"Her friend?" Ben asked in shock, not knowing about Sharon. "What's her name?" He asked as he leaned forward at his desk and grabbed a pen and piece of paper.

Jason knew he was going to run a background check on Sharon, just like he had on every other girl or woman he'd ever dated. "Her name is Sharon Ziggler. Two G's" He added laughing.

"You know what I'm going to do, my boy." Ben told him.

"I do granddad. And I get it. Thank you for watching out for me. But I trust both of them completely. But I also know that if you find something, you're going to let me know. So, thank you."

"Just taking care of my family. Now, what did you want to talk about?"

"Actually, the more I think about it, there is so much I want to talk to you about, I'd rather do it in person. Can I come for a visit and stay a few days? We can talk about all this stuff I'm thinking about."

"Yes!" Ben almost shouted with excitement. It had been months since he'd seen his grandson. "I would love that. I'll have Jessica and Paula get the guest suite ready for you. And bring your friends with you. I want to meet them. They are more than welcome here. When do you think you'll be driving down?"

"Let me check with Sharon. She has her own real estate business. I want to make sure she has the time she can get away. I'll let you know as soon as I know."

"Excellent. I'm looking forward to your visit. And I want you three to stay as long as you want. I know Jessica and Paula will be glad to see you again." Ben replied.

"OK granddad. I'll talk with you later when we firm up our plans."

"Did I hear Jason is coming for a visit?" Jessica asked with a smile, as she walked into Ben's study.

"He is! I'm looking forward to it!" Ben replied.

"Wonderful! I'm sure Paula will be pleased." Jessica said, giggling. "I think she has a thing for him."

Ben laughed. "Well, you tell Paula he's bringing two friends with him. And I don't mean guy friends."

"Two!" Jessica replied with wide-eyes. Then she smiled. "Gee! I wonder who he takes after?"

Ben returned her smile as he stood and walked around his desk, stepping up to her. "That's my boy." He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her.

Jessica threw her arms around his neck and returned his kiss. "You know, she's going to want to do her own background check on the second one. She's already checked out Janice. I can tell Paula's a little protective. What's the other girls name?"

"You mean woman? She's a friend of Janice. Has her own real estate business. Sounds like she's quite the accomplished woman. Her name is Sharon Ziggler. With two G's." He said smiling as he slid his hands down her back, grabbing her ass and pulling her into his body. "Have I told you how much I love you, lately?"

Jessica stood on her toes and kissed him. "I never get tired of hearing it. I love you too, babe."

"And I never tire of telling you. Now my love, would you and Paula get the guest suite ready for my grandson's visit?"

Jason walked back in the condo as Sharon was walking out of the bedroom, wearing one of her oversized jerseys. "I thought you two were sound asleep?" He asked her as she walked up to him.

Sharon didn't respond. She just walked up to him, threw her arms around his neck and kissed him with a passion she'd only ever felt with Janice, before.

Jason wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight as their bodies melted together.

When she broke the kiss, she stood on her toes, still looking up at him. She caressed his face, staring at him with a tenderness in her eyes. She remembered how they'd just loved her for the last three hours, exploring every part of her body as they told her over and over how much they loved her and cared for her. How they'd driven her to heights of sexual euphoria she'd never felt before, and didn't know were possible. How they'd reached into her psyche and made her feel and know that she was their cherished little one. And in so doing breaking down what few barriers she still had in her mind, that she had erected to guard herself from being hurt. "I'm scared." She finally said, her voice soft and sounding childlike.

"Come on. Let's sit." He led her over to the couch and sat down. Then pulled her down, sitting on his lap. He wrapped his arms around her as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "What are you scared of baby?"

She hesitated before answering. She had opened up with him before. But there was always a side of her she kept reserved for herself. That side that lived in fear of being seen as some kind of emotional freak. A middle-aged woman needing to be loved and protected like an adolescent. She caressed his forehead, tracing the outline of his face with her fingertips. "I used to live in constant fear of never feeling the kind of love I feel with you and Ja-Ja. Then when she brought me into her relationship with you, I was afraid you'd think I was a freak. An emotional basket case. Now, I'm afraid of losing the most intense love I've ever felt and known. I'm afraid of losing you two. Afraid of the two of you getting tired of me and sending me away." She paused, smiling at him weakly. "See! I am a basket case. Seems like I'm always afraid of something. Why would anyone want to keep me around? If those assholes that work for me could only see the bitch now. I'm sure they'd have a good laugh."

Jason stared at her waiting for her to finish. "Are you done?" He asked bluntly.

Sharon nodded her head.

He took her face in his hand and caressed her cheek with his thumb as he spoke to her. "First of all, no one's ever going to laugh at you, now that you belong to me. I won't tolerate it." He thought about her needs as he formulated what to say to her. He decided he wasn't going to ask her what she wanted or needed. He wasn't going to ask her how she felt about something. He was going to tell her. "You see a basket case. I see a successful woman who's built a business. You may live with some fears. We'll work on that. But from this point on I don't want you seeing yourself as just belonging here and belonging to Janice and myself. I want you to start seeing yourself as being owned. I own you now! I don't care if that bothers you or not!"

Sharon laid her hand over his mouth. "It doesn't bother me. I think that's what I've always needed and longed for. To be owned by someone I know loves me." She removed her hand.

"I do love you. I love you and Janice, both. If polygamy were legal, I'd marry both of you." He added, smiling. "But it's not. So, I'll do with you what I did with Janice. Right here and now I'm committing myself to you. I'm going to love you, care for you, and in your case, own you. You're my Babygirl for life, now. I expect your complete obedience and submission."

She wrapped her hand around his neck then leaned in and kissed him. Jason responded, pulling her tighter into his body with one arm as he slid his hand under her jersey and began fondling her breast. Their mouths stayed locked together as their tongues played together and Jason's hand squeezed and fondled her breast.

Sharon's moans slowly morphed into whimpers as Jason continued to kiss her with a passion he'd only shown Janice before. He pushed her even further when he took her nipple between his fingers and began to gently roll it. He felt her body shake as she whimpered, sobbing softly. He broke the kiss and sat back to look at her as he pulled his hand from under her jersey and began to unbutton it.

Sharon stared back at him, panting as he slowly unbuttoned her jersey. She gasped when he opened the jersey, exposing her breast. He ran his fingertips over her flesh, listening to her gasp and moan at his touch. "Don't stop!" She moaned softly.

"I'm not going to!"

"I mean ever!" Sharon added, almost begging.

Jason smiled. "I knew what you meant. I'm not going to stop taking you when I want or loving you the way I want."

Sharon smiled at him as she slid her hand up her body, cupped her breast and lifted it offering it to him for his pleasure. "I'm yours for the taking, daddy. Whenever you want. However you want."

Jason dropped his head and sucked in her breast flesh, raking her swollen nub over his teeth.

"Ooooohhhhh!" Sharon moaned softly, her body shuddering.

Jason maintained control of her breast, kissing and sucking on it as he teased it mercilessly with the tip of his tongue. Hearing her moans and feeling her body twitching and shaking, fueling the rush he felt from the knowledge he controlled her and her body. After several minutes he pulled off her breast and looked at her, still rubbing the hypersensitive nub with his thumb.

"Why'd you stop, daddy? Don't stop!" She whined, begging.

"I'll do what I want with you. Remember?" He said smiling. "Now get up! I need to take a piss." Sharon rolled off his lap, her body still shaking from need. Jason was walking down the hallway when Janice stepped out of the bedroom.

"Hey baby! What's going on?" She asked as he brushed by her.

"Go ask baby. I'll be back shortly."

Janice grabbed him by the arm and pulled him into the kitchen when he returned to the living room. "What did you do? I've never seen her like this before. She can't stop shaking." Janice whispered.

He smiled at her. "We're taking her needs to the next level. What do you think about turning her into our sex slave?"

"I love her too much to hurt her." Janice responded a little defensively.

"I love her too. I'm not talking about hurting her. I'm talking about pushing and taking control to see just how deep these needs of hers go. We know she has daddy issues. I told her I'm committed to her and I'm going to care for her. But I also told her I expect her complete obedience and submission. What do you think?"

Janice wrapped her hand around his neck, pulling his head down to kiss him. "I think you are really bad." She said, smiling. "I also think we're going to have a lot of fun. I also think I know what's going to happen. Because I've seen this tendency in her on a different level. I just didn't have it in me to push as hard as you will. The more you take control of her, the more compliant she's going to become.

Jason pulled her into his body, hugging her tight. "Then you better get used to being the Mistress of the house." He kissed her as he grabbed her ass and squeezed it. "Now. You two get packed. We're driving down to visit with granddad for a few days. Maybe spend the whole week with him. We'll drive down tomorrow morning."

"Sharon told me she has another closing later this week. What should I tell her?"

"You better get used to telling her what to do and not just asking her. Like you just said, the more you reinforce that in her mind, the more compliant she'll become. Trust me on this one. She needs this. She wants this. She's going to take to this like a fish to water." He smacked her ass playfully. "Now go start being the Mistress of the house. And pack your bathing suits too. Granddad's got this incredible indoor pool. The thing even has a crystal chandelier hanging over it."

Roger and Marcy had been home for several hours when Charlie showed up at their place, Genie with him. The two men sat in Roger's den, working on a bottle of Angel's Envy, while the ladies sat in the living room with their own bottle of escape, each wearing their collar. Both knew, however the evening played out, it wouldn't hurt to be inebriated enough to help them get through it.

"So, you're really going to get Marcy bigger tits?" Charlie asked. "Did she put up a fight on that one?" He asked chuckling.

"Nope! By the time I got to the point I told her, she was already broken and compliant."

"What happened at Jason's place? You two have some kind of a blow-up?"

Roger snorted before taking another drink of his bourbon. "She pushed me once too often. I laid into her so good I doubt it will ever happen again. But if it does, I'll give it to her again. But I don't think that will ever be an issue again."

"Why's that?"

Roger smiled at his brother. "What keeps Genie in her place?"

Charlie laughed. "The bitch doesn't want to give up all the perks of living with me. She likes having her own car, a big house, a nice bank account. But, to be perfectly honest, she is definitely on the submissive side of things. She'll willingly do whatever I tell her to do. So, to answer your question, it's kind of both."

"Well, good for you." Roger replied in disgust. "Marcy's allowed her bitch side to control her for the last time. I got tired of it. So I beat it out of her. She knows where her place is now. And the last thing she wants to lose are all the perks of living in this house. Her new role is family whore." Roger said smiling. "If the money is what motivates her, then I guess that's what makes her a whore."

"You really beat it out of her?" Charlie asked, not sure if his brother was just bragging, or if he'd really done it.

Roger thought for a few seconds. The bourbon was now having its affect on both of them. Whatever inhibitions there had been between the two brothers were quickly crumbling. "Were you serious about swapping when you mentioned that, earlier?"

"Hell yeah! I've never said anything, but I've wanted to bang Marcy for a long time." Charlie replied with excitement.

"Marcy!" Roger shouted. "Get in here!"

Marcy came walking in the den, a few seconds later, glass of wine in hand. Genie followed her, with her own glass of wine.

Roger smiled at her. "Time to start earning your keep. Strip naked. All of it. Except for the heels. Leave the heels on."

Marcy hesitated as waves of humiliation washed over her. She had once held some status within the family. A status that brought her a level of respect. That was all being stripped away from her. The shedding of her clothes meant the shedding of her dignity.

"Remember your two options, bitch!" Roger barked at her as he waited for her to do as she was told. "Your choice!"

Marcy bent over and set her glass of wine on the coffee table. She'd made her choice. Then she reached around her back and unzipped her dress, letting it slide down her body and puddle around her feet. She was transfixed on the glares of the men as she unsnapped her bra and slid it off her shoulders, dropping it to the floor. Then slid her panties down her legs and stepping out of them.

Roger glared at her with and angry, resentful stare that told her he had more hatred for her than love. Charlie's glare was that of a predator staring at its prey, just before it feasted on it until its hunger had been satiated.

"Now turn around!" Roger grumbled at her.

Marcy did as she was told. She no longer had any fight in her. She chose the money. Now she would work for it, like the whore she was. For some reason, she held her arms out slightly as she spun in place.

"Holy shit!" Charlie exclaimed, when he saw the lash marks on Marcy's ass and the back of her thighs. "What the fuck did you do, brother?"

"I told you! I broke the bitch! And I'll do it again, if I have to." He added the last statement for Marcy's benefit. Even though he didn't think that would ever be necessary again. The fear of something can be just as effective in keeping someone in their place as the act itself.

Charlie's lust for Marcy now replaced his shock as he stared at her. "So, you want to swap for the night? Or just the evening?"

"Let's do just the evening for now."

"Works for me!" Charlie replied, jumping up from his seat. He pulled a pillbox from his pocket, stepped over to his brother and held it out to him, opened. "Want one? I never leave home without them."

Roger laughed as he took a couple little blue pills from the pillbox. "Yeah! I don't mind if I do. My brain still thinks I'm twenty. My body knows different."

Charlie turned his attention to Marcy. He stepped up to her and slipped his finger under her collar. "Guest bedroom still available?" He asked Roger without taking his eyes off of Marcy.

"It's all yours. And if she gives you any attitude I want to know about it." Roger said with satisfaction, seeing the resignation on Marcy's face at her fait.

"You heard the man! Let's go upstairs." He said to Marcy as he pulled her into his body by her collar. He grabbed one of her breasts with his other hand. "I've been wondering what it would be like to play with these things for a long time." He looked over his shoulder at Roger. "How big were you thinking about making these fun bags?"

"As big as the doc can make them." Roger replied laughing. "Now will you get the fuck out of here!" He watched them walk out of the den, Charlie pulling her by her collar. Then he turned his attention to Genie. "What are you still dressed for?"

Genie quickly undressed as Roger's eyes never left her body. She'd never liked him. She had always thought he was a bombastic asshole always trying to impress people with who he was and what he had. Now she was being shared with him. She knew her role and what was expected of her. She had been shared before. Her motivation during these times was her desire to please Charlie and keep him proud of her.

Roger's eyes locked on her tits when they popped out of the harness that had been holding them. "How big are those tits of yours?" He asked, admiring their size and firmness as they jutted out from her chest like two giant soccer balls.

"E" was all she replied, not really wanting to converse with him. She just wanted to do what was expected of her, and get it over with. She finished undressing, then stepped in front of him and dropped to her knees between his legs. She reached for his belt and quickly unbuckled it, unzipped his pants, then pulled them down his legs, knowing he was watching her every action. She desperately wanted to get his cock in her mouth in the hopes he wouldn't try to engage her in conversation. She gently grabbed his flaccid manhood with two hands, softly stroking it, feeling it come to life in her hands.

Roger's head dropped back on the chair. "Fuck!" He groaned softly. He sat with head laid back till he felt her lips sliding down the length of his shaft. His head shot up as he grabbed her head with both hands. "OH FUCK!" He grunted. "You're incredible!"

Charlie pulled Marcy into the bedroom then pushed her on the bed. "I'm going to enjoy this, bitch!" He growled at her as he undressed. "I've watched you strut around here for years, thinking you're something important!" He threw his pants on the chair next to the bed then dropped his shorts. He grabbed her with a fistful of her hair and pulled her from the bed, forcing her to her knees on the floor. "Suck on this whore!" He snarled at her, holding her face in front of his cock. "Like brother said. Earn your keep, whore!"

Marcy did her best to hold back the tears as Charlie shoved his cock in her mouth with a violence she'd never experienced from Roger. She began to wonder how far her humiliation would go before she experienced any kindness again from anyone. She had become oblivious to how much anger the two brothers had towards her. She was discovering it now, the hard way.

He slammed her face into his body, repeatedly, as he fucked her mouth mercilessly. He just laughed when she started slapping at his thighs. "Get used to it, bitch! I'm just getting warmed up. I'm fucking every hole in your body before I give you back to Roger." He kept her on her knees, listening to her choke and cough till he tired of that position. He pulled her off his cock and threw her back, falling on the floor. Then he stepped over to the chair and pulled his belt from the loops in his pants.

Marcy's eyes widened as she saw what he was retrieving. Her first thought was she was in for another spanking.

Charlie threw the belt on the bed, then reached down and grabbed Marcy. Picking her up, he threw her on the bed, on her stomach. Then he climbed on the bed, straddling her body. He pulled her hands behind her back, grabbed his belt and bound her wrists together. "There! That should make things more fun!" He said laughing.

Charlie climbed off the bed, then turned Marcy on her back. He spun her around, manhandling her, not concerned with being gentle or her comfort. Then he pulled her towards him until her head was hanging over the edge of the bed.

Marcy tried to lift her head. She dropped it back down when her forehead touched his scrotum. She knew what was coming and she wanted to resist it with what inner strength she had.

"Open your mouth bitch! Charlie's going to go for a ride." He taunted her, rubbing the head of his cock across her lips.

Marcy kept her mouth shut tight till she felt his hands on her breasts, then his fingers pinching her nipples till the pain became unbearable. She screamed when she couldn't take it anymore. She felt his cock fill her mouth till the head was invading her throat. She immediately began to choke and gag.

Charlie laughed as he began a steady fucking of her mouth and throat. "Not so high and mighty now! Are you bitch? Now you're just the family whore!"

Marcy's saliva and phlegm began to run out of her mouth and down her face, either running into her hair as it hung from her head or dripping on the floor in long strings.

Charlie settled into a slow and steady fucking of her mouth. Sometimes he shoved his cock in till Marcy was retching. Then he'd pull out partially and shove it in, but not as far. "I don't want to kill you." He said laughing. "I want to keep you around so we can have more fun times together."

Roger pulled Genie off his cock, by her hair. "Use those tits of yours." He grumbled at her. "I've been wanting to fuck those tits of yours since Charlie had them super-sized."

Genie put his shaft in the valley between her massive tits, then squeezed them together. She'd done this countless times before for Charlie. She knew how he liked it. She knew just how to do it for Roger. Holding her tits together, she pumped them up and down, using her tongue to lick the head of his cock every time it poked through.

Roger watched her work his cock with the expertise of a woman who'd been trained how to pleasure a man. "Charlie's a lucky man to have you." He sounded almost appreciative of her efforts. Then he chuckled. "I can't wait to get that bitch of mine super-sized. She'll be doing this every day."

Roger began to grunt, feeling his orgasm building. "Almost there, sexy! I'm going to paint those tits of yours." He groaned just before his cock began spewing his seed all over her. His first shot hit her chin and lips. Then his seed began streaming all over her tits. He grunted with each ejaculation.

Genie continued to stroke his cock with her tits as his orgasm waned. She was amazed at the volume of cum he was covering her face and tits with, comparing it to Charlie's output.

"You keep stroking that cock, baby. I'll be ready to go again, in a bit."

Charlie finally pulled out of Marcy's mouth and stepped back. "Now that's what a whore ought to look like." He said laughing. She was almost unrecognizable, her face covered in her spit and puke, running down into her hair, puddling on the floor. Her phlegm was also dripping from his cock, in long strings. He stepped over to the chair again and pulled his phone from his pants. Then he quickly snapped a couple pics before throwing it back on the chair.

He lifted her head and spun her body around, rolling her body over till she was on her stomach. He pulled her up till she was kneeling. "Get in the center of the bed." He ordered her. Marcy crawled to the center of the bed fearful of the consequences if she didn't comply. Charlie followed her on the bed, holding her bound wrists. When she reached the center of the bed, he shoved her head down as he lifted her wrists behind her back.

Charlie had a predatory smile on his face as he saddled up behind her upturned ass. "Now that's a nice ass." He groaned as he caressed it with one hand, holding her wrists suspended above her back, forcing her head into the mattress.

Marcy tried lurching forward when she felt his thumb invade her puckered sphincter. "NO! PLEASE! NOT THAT!" She cried out. Roger had never taken her that way, never liking anal sex. She had no idea what to expect. She just knew it was going to hurt.

Charlie laughed at her pleas. "Damn bitch! You are tight! Didn't brother ever ride your ass before?" He pulled his thumb out of her, then shoved his index and middle fingers inside her. "Just need to stretch you a little bit." He grunted through gritted teeth.

Marcy screamed from the searing pain. It felt like she was being ripped apart as his fingers slowly invaded her body. As much as she tried to lurch forward to escape the raping of her ass, Charlie held her pinned to the bed, not allowing her to move.

The more she screamed, the more turned-on Charlie became. He pulled his fingers from her body and wiped them on the bed sheets. "You need to start keeping this ass of yours clean for ole Charlie. Especially on those nights you spend with me." He added laughing. He positioned the head of his cock at the entrance of her ass and shoved.

Marcy wailed, the pain was so intense. It felt like a hot curling iron was being shoved up her ass, as he maintained the pressure until he was fully embedded in her. She was experiencing a sadistic side of Charlie she'd never seen before. 'Does he really hate me that much?' Her brain screamed through the pain of her assault. Her screams became sobs as the assault continued.

He released her wrists, leaning over and grabbing a fistful of her hair. He pulled her up and into his body, wrapping his other arm around her and grabbing one of her tits. "You remember how this feels." He growled in her ear while he brought his other arm around her. He began to maul and squeeze both her tits as he pumped his shaft inside her ass. Her ass was so tight and dry, it even felt painful for him. But he was determined to have his fun and set the precedent for their future times together. "You be a good girl from now on with ole Charlie and next time I'll use some oil on this ass of yours." He held her tight, digging his fingers into her breasts, listening to her sob and grunt with every thrust of his cock inside her. "You think my brother broke you." He whispered in her ear, chuckling. "You ain't been broken till you've been broken by me. So, you remember that from now on."

He released her tits and pushed her back down on the bed. "Let's finish round one." He grunted before pounding her ass with a fury that rocked the bed. "FUCK YEAH!" He grunted just before his cock exploded inside her ass. His cock felt like it was on fire as it sliced in and out of her.

Marcy buried her face in the mattress, screaming and sobbing as the assault on her ass seemed to go on and on. She began to feel some relief as his cum acted as a lubricant for the piston inside her ass. Unfortunately for her, her relief was his pleasure.

"Oh yeah!" Charlie grunted as he continued to pound her ass. "That feels much better. I could do this all night." He added laughing. Then he realized her screams and wails had subsided to a whimper. "You remember what I told you for next time."