Charity Events

Chapter 13: Permanent Designs

After her third orgasm, Allison was a little more settled down, but not by much. It had been a long time since they had a slave in the house and she felt electrified by the new development. She and Perry had kept a slavegirl until the twins were in school. If anyone ever asked, she was a nanny, although there has rarely ever been a nanny as beautiful and as visibly erotic as their Erica. But when the children became older, they felt that it was inappropriate to keep a slave.

It had been fine when they were infants. Allison kept Erica naked until the twins were three years old. When they were very young, Erica would even have them suckle at her breasts. It would quiet the children even if it did nothing to nourish them. Slowly but surely, they added more clothes to their pet as the children aged until, when the twins had their sixth birthday, she looked much like any normal twenty-five year old.

It was with great sadness that they sold Erica. They told themselves that she would be happier where she could fully experience her slavery but they always wondered how the Arab sheik actually treated her. They never spoke with her again after she was led to the auction block, but they thought of her often.

But now the house was alive with the excitement of slaves again. Allison carefully slipped off the bed so she did not awaken her slumbering husband. She threw on a robe and tiptoed out of the bedroom.

The first door she came to was Chet's. Quietly, she turned the knob and cracked the door so she could peek in. When she saw that they were both sound asleep, she quietly entered the room and stood beside the bed. The beautiful slave who was about her own age was asleep, sitting upright against a pile of pillows with her head tilted over and resting on a shoulder. Allison admired the delicate features of Jill's face and then let her eyes travel downward to watch the full breasts rising and falling with each breath.

Her son lay face down across the bed. It had been years since she had seen him naked but time at the pool with him let her know that he was lean and muscular. His head rested on Jill's belly and mound and it too rose and fell with each of Jill's breaths. Allison half-wished that he had been lying on his back. She was dying to know if Chet's cock was as gorgeous as the rest of his body. Perhaps another day, she would find out.

She crept silently out of the room and quietly opened Amanda's door. Again, she found a pair slumbering. She was quite taken with the loving sight that met her eyes. The two girls were spooning with Mandy's back pressed tightly against Charity's front. Charity had an arm thrown around her daughter and was holding a breast. Both seemed totally at peace and this also surprised Allison given Mandy's earlier protests about having been given a girl as a present. Allison's eyes roamed down her daughter's body admiring the perfection that had resulted from Perry's and her coupling over eighteen years ago. Her daughter was truly gorgeous.

The woman shook her head to try to clear it. She was having dangerous thoughts that bordered on incest. No, she told herself, they went beyond the border of incest. First she had wished that she could see her son's cock. Now she was admiring her grown daughter's nudity. She slipped out of the room and went downstairs to fix herself a drink.

She was sitting on the patio when Amanda arrived. She was also wearing a robe and hugged her mother from behind. "Thank you for Charity, Mom. She's wonderful."

Allison grabbed the chair beside her and pulled it around, scraping it across the patio stones so that her daughter could sit down facing her. "I'm so glad you like your present. I was worried at first."

"Oh, she's perfect. She's the best present you've ever given me. Can I keep her?"

"Oh," replied Allison, "I'm not so sure about that. We only bought her for a week. She has another owner, you know."

"Well couldn't you talk to her owner and see how much she wants for her?"

"Yes," said Allison as she thought about her daughter's request. "I could do that. But I'm not sure Gulf State would approve of their freshmen arriving with slaves in tow."

"Oh I'm sure we can work something out. Even if I don't keep her in the dorm, I could always live off campus."

"What about Jill? You and Chet were supposed to share and you haven't even sampled her yet."

"I think she's very pretty," replied the daughter. "But I want Charity."

"I see," responded Allison, realizing that she may have opened up a can of worms. Mandy got up and kissed her mother on the cheek, thanking her again, before heading into the house. Allison gulped down the remainder of her drink and then went into the house to fix a second one.

Chet was the next to emerge and he took the seat that had been recently vacated by his sister. Allison heard much the same story from her son. Jill was wonderful and he wanted to keep her. Allison tried the GSU line on Chet but it had about as much impact on him as it had on Mandy. She also observed that he hadn't experienced Charity and he said he was perfectly happy with Jill. "She reminds me of you, Mom."

"Oh," replied a bewildered Allison as she gulped down the rest of her second drink.

"If these kids keep coming up with twists like these, I'll be drunk in no time," she thought.

"What do you mean she reminds you of me?" asked Allison cautiously.

"I mean she's perfect. And she's mature. And she's definitely stacked like you, Mom!" he grinned. Allison felt herself blush as her son compared her to the naked beauty in his bed.

"Thank you," she replied. "I think."

"Oh Mom," I hope I didn't insult you. "I don't think of you that way. I just think that you are the most beautiful woman I have ever known."

"Oh. Thank you again," responded Allison as she tried to sort out what he had just tried to tell her. "Stay right here while I freshen up my drink. I'll be right back."

"She went into the bar and poured another drink but made it a light one since she knew that she needed to maintain her wits. But she also knew that she needed something to bolster her. She tightened the belt around her waist and then walked back onto the patio where Chet was waiting for her.

"I never knew that you thought I was attractive," she started and then immediately knew that was the wrong start.

"Are you kidding, Mom?" he replied quickly. "I think you're hot. And so does everyone else I know. All of my friends keep telling me I have the most beautiful woman in the world as a mom."

"Oh," responded Allison, "I had no idea."

"Come on, Mom," Chet said. "You have to know how beautiful you are."

"Well thank you again," she blushed, "but I guess I just don't think of myself that way."

"Well you should," he replied. "Wait right here. I'll prove it." Chet disappeared, leaving Allison wondering what he was trying to prove and how he planned to prove it. He arrived a few minutes later with Jill in tow. Jill's hair was disheveled and she had obviously just been awakened, but it did nothing to hide her beauty. He positioned Jill standing on the patio in front of the pool.

"Isn't she gorgeous?" he asked.

"I agree," said Allison. "She's lovely."

"Well stand up next to her. I think you need to know that you are every bit as beautiful as she is."

Allison stood up and crossed the stones to stand beside the slavegirl. Chet stood back and smiled. "See? I told you so."

"Jill, please take him back inside and bring him back when he makes sense."

"But Ma'am, he speaks the truth," said Jill. "You are very pretty and very alluring. I can see what he is talking about."

Allison rolled her eyes. "An old broad in an old robe being complimented by a teenager and his new girlfriend. Thanks kids. I appreciate it. But it's time you find something better to do."

Chet walked up to his mother and gave her a hug. "We aren't patronizing you, Mom. You really are beautiful." He broke the embrace and slid her robe down her body in the same movement, leaving it pooled around her feet and causing her to shriek.

"Chester!" she screamed at her son. "Stop that this instant!"

But he just stepped away from her and moved his eyes up and down her nudity. "What do you think, Jill?" he asked of the slavegirl.

Jill turned and ran her eyes over the naked mother and then turned back to her temporary master. "I agree Master. She's lovely."

"And all of my friends drool over her. But it's hard to compare you two with her arms that way. Jill, would you fix that?"

"Yes Master," replied Jill as she stepped closer to Allison. She reached out and pried one arm from in front of the mother's chest and then pulled the other one that was protecting her sex. Jill placed each hand at Allison's sides and then stepped back to her original spot.

"Chet," said Allison in a quiet voice, "this is wrong."

"Oh Mom, it's not wrong. It's only wrong that you hide what the whole world should appreciate. And at least it's wrong that you don't even realize how beautiful you are."

Chet stood slightly in front of the two women and between them as he moved his eyes from one to the other. "I would have to rate you both as tens when it comes to faces. And I think you're both tied at ten for figures too. I think that Jill has you when it comes to legs, Mom, but only because hers are so long. She gets a ten and you get a nine point five. But you take her here." He punctuated his sentence by reaching out with both hands and lifting a breast from each woman in his palms. Allison sucked in her breath at the touch but Jill took it in stride. "Mom gets a ten and Jill a nine point five. So you are tied."

"Chet!" hissed Allison.

"Relax Mom," Chet tried to calm her. "I'm not trying to enslave you. I just wanted you to feel better about yourself. I'm sorry if I offended you."

Allison bent down and retrieved her robe, slipping it back over her shoulders and tying it around her waist. "I'm not offended. I was just very surprised. And thank you for thinking that I'm pretty."

"You're way beyond pretty, Mom."

"I agree, Mistress," Jill chimed in.

"Well, thank you both," Allison said as she gathered her things and went back into the house leaving Chet with his naked slavegirl. She desperately needed another drink after that encounter but decided against it. Two was her limit and she had already gone past that. Instead, she took a nice long shower, turning the water to cold whenever she started to get aroused again. Despite her best efforts, her mind kept returning to images of herself naked standing in front of her son. She also kept wondering what to do about the designs that her children had on keeping the two slavegirls permanently. How would she handle that dilemma? This was only the first day of their ownership. What other new twists would they come up with during the remainder of the week?