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Chapter 4: New Order (2254)
Codes: M/f+, F/f, Exhibition, Incest, Modification, Teen, Toys, Humiliation, Watersports, Reluctant, Sci-Fi
While Alison James cries and waits for her enema to flush from her system Luke leads his mother upstairs to her bedroom, fully intent on humiliating and fucking her.
After she spent some time in the bathroom crying and flushing the depths of her bowels Alison went upstairs to gather the ladies professional business suits. Meanwhile Luke escorts his fuckable mother upstairs to her bedroom. The bedroom she had shared with his father.
On the way up Luke checked and found his mothers anal lover still contained a decent dose of the sex drug. Not wanting to chance any rational thought from Amanda he had it injected into her bloodstream.
The sight of the golden supermodel mother carefully angeling her way up the staircase in her high heels while her long red buttplug tail waved took Luke's breath away. Even the way the tiles had left fading red marks across her back lent Luke ideas for the future.
'What have I done' thought Amanda. 'What am I doing? What will I let him do to me?' Her things were slick with her own juices while her mouth tasted of both Luke and Alison. At breakfast this morning Amanda surprised even herself when she spread her sex lips for her sons viewing pleasure. Luke hadn't taken his eyes off her moistened hole all morning and it was all Amanda could do to not finger herself to release.
For months she had struggled with her sexual perversion. Most morning she awoke alone in her large bed and after unbuckling the dildo harness from around her wait and ungaging herself she wondered 'Am I going to rape my son today?'.
After minutes filled with begging, punishment and the promise of reward Luke stood at the food of his mothers king sized bed and looked down at her prone form. Across the bed she lay, a layer of pussy juice glistening across her face and the faintly odorous enema fluids hidden by a conservative white wedding dress, a reminder she held onto from the marriage to her children's father.
Luke knelt on the edge of the bed and threw back his mothers long Lacey skirt, revealing her white stocking and juicy shaven cunt. His slight teenage arms lifted her powerfully toned legs up and forward until they rested on either side of her head.
"Luke's fuck slut mother's plug, size increase maximum safe level and vibrate high setting."
Luke saw his mothers tear filled face contort as the plug grew to a massive size. Much thinker and longer than anything she had allowed inside her bottom. The plug rotated furiously and even managed to piston back and forth, rocking Amanda's body along with it.
"This isn't exactly what you wanted but its what you deserve. From now on you and Alison belong to me and we can really be a family again." Luke marked his words by driving his young cock into his mothers cunt without further thought of kindness or foreplay. The bitch was already leaving a wet patch on the bed.
As Luke rutted into his life giver he made her hold her own legs up so that he could better enjoy the moment. No longer entirely in reality Luke began to slap his mothers tits and face, each blow represented some unspoken, possibly imagined, wrong that his unconscious sought to correct. The assault and double fuck drove Amanda to piteous tears of pain and guilt.
Towards the end Luke reached forward and began to passionately kiss Amanda on the lips. Amanda reciprocated and eagerly kissed her son while holding her long legs up to open herself for his pleasure. Mother and son continued to hump while lip locked, Luke could taste himself and his sister on Amanda's dirty lips, and he loved it.
Luke tried to give his mother the fucking of her life but he fell pitifully short. For months now Amanda had been going out on weekends for anonymous sex sometimes with two men or even a man and woman. On occasion she would non too discretely bring her fuck buddies back home and have guilt wracked sex in her marital bed. At the end of each encounter she would take her still soiled body and seek comfort in the arms of her children. She would sneak into their room and lay beside them as she cried herself to sleep.
Luke always pretended to be asleep but the heaving naked bosom on his back and the smell of fresh sex in the air was intoxicating. Amanda would often place her thigh across his warm body. As she hugged him close he would feel another mans cum ooze from her hot cunt. Just last night after one of her sessions Luke felt his mothers hand fall across his erect penis. Luke lay paralyzed, expecting his mother to finally make good on her non verbal promises, but she was truly asleep.
As often as not Amanda would take refuge with her daughter. Alison hated these nights. The stink of men on her mother bothered her. The sweaty embrace aroused her. Why didn't she shower first? Alison would bite her lip and wait for her mother to fall asleep before allowing herself to quietly masturbate. The last time Amanda had invaded Alison's room she had a virtual reality headset on and one of her dildo harnesses. Alison got no sleep that night as Amanda grunted and shivered all night under an invisible sexual assault.
Alison knew her mother had more than one thick black latex dildo harness. Amanda showed off to her daughter even more than she did to Luke. Many mornings Alison would be standing in her bathroom fixing her hair next to her mother as her mothers stood in a cruel looking set of black panties with artificial dicks in her holes.
It was Alison's job to do the family washing. Inevitably her mothers collection of toys found their way into the washing basket, always covered in dried sex. At first Alison had been horrified at the gags and dildos, vibrators and whips, catsuits and bondage hoods. She had tried to hide her mothers shame, telling herself the items were placed in the washing basket by accident until one day along with numerous used sex toys she had begun to find small piles of movie hard copies.
Each small white rectangle contained an ever repeating small movie. Each one contained her mother in some compromising position, usually with numerous of her toys in play. Despite the pad of lesbian content her brother had found, it had been weeks since Alison had masturbated to an image that was not her mother. Her favorite involved her mother standing on her high heels and squatting up and down on a large dildo on a vertical pole. Each squat caused her buttplugs tail to fly around and as she moaned in pleasure she flung a short many tailed whip over her shoulder to strike her unprotected muscled back. Alison had even taken the movie to school and masturbated with it between classes.
Despite his efforts to give his mother a memorable fuck Luke quickly spilled his seed into her unprotected womb. As he came he tore the cleavage of her gown open as much to mark his territory with the ruined dress as to heighten the moment with the sight of her massive mammaries. During his orgasm Luke furiously rent and destroyed as much of his mother's dress as he could.
After climaxing Luke gasped for fresh lungfulls of air in an attempt to overcome a bout of lightheadedness. He wasn't sure how much of this he could take.
"Throw that rag away and go get ready for work, but i don't want a drop of water to touch your filthy body." commanded the lord of the house.
"Yes Luke" sighed Amanda in defeat.
"Its Master Luke now"
Amanda rolled onto her side and pulled her legs in close to her body. Luke responded to her lack of acknowledgment with a shock from her plug. Luke had forgotten the plug was still fucking his mothers asshole like a wild animal.
"Yes Master Luke" she finally gasped.
"Luke's fuck slut mother's plug, cease vibration... in two minutes." proclaimed Luke graciously as he left his new room.
"... Thank you Master Luke"
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Luke retreated to his room to drain an energy drink and hungrily devour some junk food. His body was taxed from the strain the unexpected fucking had put on his virgin system.
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Alison sat with her legs out to her side on the family couch in their comfortable modern lounge room. The plug in her abused ass still bothered her and after collecting a business suit for herself and her mother she had tried not to disturb it.
Eventually Amanda came downstairs with a defeated look. Still naked but for her heels and tail she had attempted to fix her makeup but parts of her face still betrayed her acts of oral sex. Her proud chest too showed the signs of her bathroom defeat. Alison too had been ordered too maintain the cum lines across her chin and breast. Both womens thighs showed clears signs of their recent sexual exploits.
Amanda sat quickly next to Alison and without words put her arm around her daughter. The two women still had glass cutter nipples as signs of their continued arousal but for now they were content to share a moment of rare wordless peace in each others arms. A peace that the two women had been unable to find since long before Alison's father had died. Alison thought perhaps this was the peace her mother had sought out when she had entered her room to lay with her at night.
When Luke finally came downstairs he didn't bother addressing his women. At first he simply walked past the seat they lounged on still nude and now past caring. “Legs spread and hands on head!” Ordered Luke. His women merely shut their eyes and sighed from the mornings efforts.
A word from Luke caused a zap from Amanda's buttplug and her eyes shot open. Her weariness passed and she quickly remembered her place. Amanda straightened and spread her legs, opening her oozing cunt obscenely. Even putting her hands on her head caused her breasts to raise provocatively.
“Please join your mother Alison” asked Luke patiently, knowing he held all the cards after this mornings craziness.
“Go fuck yourself!” grumbled Alison, still horny but nowhere near as far gone as her mother. Smiling Luke ordered a short series of shocks to his mother.
“Alison! Please listen to your brother” ordered Amanda now, though somewhat unauthoritatively considering her position. Not wanting to see her mother hurt Alison complied with her brothers demands. Raising her tits and spreading her sex for his pleasure.
Luke admired his women each so similar yet different. In age the two women looked barely years apart, certainly more like sisters than mother and daughter. Each woman had magnificently formed large breasts hanging from her chest and cute bald pussies, though their pussies were still dripping slime from the mornings fun. Luke enjoyed his sisters pale smooth skin and fondly remembered when his mothers now tanned skin had been the same color. Beyond that the prime difference was a slight difference in the eyes, Amanda's having a slightly Asian look, though Luke knew it to be unnatural.
Luke took up piles of womens clothing and divided each into two. Luke carried a small pair of scissors and set about making several changes to the garments. In front of the couch he dropped two piles of womens lingerie. As professional working women it was expected the ladies would dress in stockings, garters, sexy underwear, a waist cincher if not a full corset an an equally sexy bra. They wouldn't be able to take these clothes into the heavily monitored high security wings of their workplace but it was still a courtesy they were expected to pursue.
"Stand up girls. I know you enjoyed our morning, and this is how things will be from now on. No awkward silences between us, no arguments. Just us all getting along as a family, and I'm the new dad."
Luke began to pace and talk "Amy has given me control of the house security systems and her credit account codes. So Alie" Luke stressed the womens pet names "If you want to live here with us this is how it is."
Both women knew this was wrong but felt so trapped and humiliated by all the sins they had already committed this morning. Each felt further guilt at the way Luke's rude lecture only caused their vagina to grow more moist. Alie hoped it was the drugs still in her system, Amy knew it wasn't.
Before you go to work is time for family discipline. I know Amy has been disciplining you Alie as a mother must with no man in the house, but I'm the man now and your both my responsibility.
Luke sat down and called Amy onto his lap. Amy sluggishly responded. Her long legs covering the distance in but a few steps she eased her naked body onto her sons lap. Amy could feel her sons erection held down, trapped and complaining under her eager body.
"How many points did you get Amy?" asked Luke.
"I'm sorry i wasn't counting" apologized his new slave mother.
"Whats the punishment for loosing count Alie?"
"Five". responded his sister without thinking.
"Thats five Master Luke"
Alison sneered and refused to cooperate until Luke commanded Amy's plug to shock her as a warning.
"Alison! Please listen to your brother" asked Amy transferring any vestiges of her authority to her lord and son.
"Five Master Luke" Alison complied, not seeing another option with her mother so easily capitulating. Alison knew her mother had missed her father, even been lost without him. Had it made her this easy to dominate?
"Don't worry mommy, I kept count. You had five, and five more for forgetting." Luke smiled. "Alie how may did you have, i know its been a busy morning for you but your a good girl and kept count didn't you?"
"Twenty Master Luke" Alison admitted with apprehension, knowing each point was a spank she had earnt."
"The person in charge of administering family discipline has final say on most matters involved in it, so there will be some changes. Obviously you girls will be naked when you take your spanking and I want you to thank me for each swat you receive. After all as any learned person will tell you I am doing this for your benefit."
"One last thing" Luke added "Alie, as all your lesbian issues and general bitchy problems are all the blame of your mother I think each day Amy should share your punishment on top of her own."
"But Luke thats so much" pleaded Amy as her breasts stretched down across her face.
"Its not my fault you two had such a bad morning. You started at each other before I even showed up remember that."
Luke began energetically spanking his mother. More powerfully than she ever delivered to Alie. After each spank he paused to Amy could add "Thank you Master Luke". If she forgot or was slow he didn't count it towards her thirty for the day.
By the end his arm was feeling a little tired and Amy's tight rear end was bright red from abuse. After seeing her mother take a full thirty swats Alison was glad to be only taking 10. After each spank she thoughtfully remembered to add "Thank you Master Luke" much pleasing her brother.
After the spankings Luke had each girl stand up straight, hands on head again, with legs apart over the pile of their lingerie. After some prompting, crying and more spanking each girl squatted down on her heels. Each girl wore their plug and Luke set them again to a low vibration so they remembered what their asses were for.
"Now sluts i want you to piss all over your sexy lingerie, I'm sure that will turn some heads on your way to work."
"But Master Luke..." began Amy.
"Piss yourself or so help me i will have your plug shock you until you cant hold it in anymore."
Soon both girls released streams of golden urine onto the floor of their home. Drenching their chosen undergarments and staining the white material yellow. To try and work a bit more humiliation into the scene Luke had each girl dress for work in the lingerie soaked by the others piss. As they dressed each slave noticed the fabric of their bra's where they ought to cup their nipples had been cut away so the girls erect nubs would press more distinctly into their blouses. As for their panties Alison's contained a small discrete slit that would allow easy access to her cunt, while Amanda found the entire crotch of the panties she wore had been shorn away.
"Ok girls I had a look at those blouses Alie picked and I didn't like them. You will find these ones a tighter fit. All the better to impress men with your massive fuck jugs. Also most of the buttons at the top and bottom are missing, but hey you sluts have nothing to hide."
Luke also found fault with the chosen skirts. While they were short as was the fashion Luke has Alie fetch an even shorter pair which he added a slit to each side. With their company jackets on both women looked to be sad caricatures of empowered working women.
Alison tried to adjust the miniskirt but she just knew her piss stained garter was visible and probably her panties too if she wasn't careful.
For each girl Luke produced a gag from his mothers collection. For Alison a nice red ball with a thin black strap. For Amanda a large pink ball with a 3 inch penis head built onto it so as to rest in her mouth and remind her of her place. Luke spat in each girls mouth as he had them tie on their own gags. Amanda loved tying on her own gag. It gave he a feeling of giving up control. A fantasy she seemed to be living today, no wonder she couldn't stop this. Not wanting to make a scene Luke covered each sluts sucking hole with simple paper breathing masks, a common sight in this pollution rife age.
While the sluts plugs buzzed away Luke tied his girls arms behind their backs with discrete thin line at the elbows and wrists.
As he pushed his girls out the door with the words "Time to go earn bitches" Luke added a VR headset to each woman. Being sure to connect the neural link with the discrete input found behind any online individuals left ear.
"Just two working girls ridding the train while off in some girly fantasy. If only people knew one of you was feeling the part of a spoiled princess being tongue fucked by an endless line of slave girls and the other a lost schoolgirl being gangraped by half a dozen black men."
The girls grunted into their gags and squirmed in their piss soaked lingerie. The VR helmets would make the programs feel real if set on a high enough setting. The thought of having such a vile rape projected into their very brain let alone as they stood on a public train for all to see horrified the women. Each hoped that Luke was joking, or failing that, that the other had to endure the gangbang.
"Lets go sluts, damn i wish we had some leashes. I guess we can go buy stuff after you finish work."
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