MY INHERITANCE
Chapter 29 (MF+ Inc)
Family Time
With Mom, Dad, Abby, Betty and Cathy all watching, unblinking and in shock, I
rolled Andy off me. She did not even groan when her head thudded against the
floor. She was splayed out in all her naked glory, which is quite glorious I
will admit, but I knew she would be mortified to have them see her this way.
Why, you ask, would a woman who screamed for a man to fuck her up the ass as she
was bound over a whipping horse in a New York City bondage club watched by
several hundred people, be embarrassed by being seen naked by four women and a
man in her own home? Hell, I don't know, but she would.
Cathy saw my desperate glance, grabbed a comforter and threw it over Andy. I
heard Mom gasp as I stood to pick up and carry her to the bedroom where I lay
her on the bed and covered her over. When I kissed her lightly on the lips, her
eyes popped open and she pushed me away.
"No, Davy. Too tired. Too sore," she mumbled before she fell asleep again. I
slipped on some chinos and returned to the living room. My family had not
moved. Dad was staring at the place Andy had been and his cock was at attention.
In his mind, he was still seeing Andy naked and the thought of her body was
driving him wild right now. Mom had noticed Dad, too. She was eyeing him
thoughtfully.
"So, everyone had a good time in Aspen?"
"Great time," Dad said. We all started talking about everything but the sight
they saw when they came in. Cathy just had to know.
"What happened to Andy?"
All right. Here is a dilemma. All of them were programmed by Uncle Bert to be
my kittens, except Dad who was a horny old tom cat. But, they were not
currently under programming so anything I said or did would be received by them
as if they had never been programmed.
How to answer? Honesty in family relations is important, you know.
"She had one hell of an accident skiing yesterday. Took a real bad tumble
coming down a black diamond slope."
No one was buying that. In for a dime, in for a dollar.
"She was lucky she did not break anything. It was a really bad accident."
"Oh?" Abby said. "How does one get a hickey on a tittie in a skiing accident?"
The three sisters giggled nervously as they watched Mom for her reaction. Five
days ago they would have received a long lecture on both their language and the
proper subject for discussions by young ladies. The programming I gave Mom
held. She just smiled and said, "I bet Davy gave her the hickie. What do you
think, Charlie?"
"I don't know. But, I know I need to lay down for a while. Why don't you come
with me, Alice?"
"I think I will. I could use a short nap myself." They must have been real
tired because they ran for the bedroom.
"Can you believe it? I think Mom and Dad went to fuck," Betty said after the
bedroom door was safely closed. All three started babbling about the general
ramifications of knowing your parents are off fucking, which has been a topic of
discussion between parents as well as children since time immemorial. I watched
my sisters.
Ever since Uncle Bert, in that first message Andy gave my six months ago, said
he had fucked all three of my sisters and all of my female cousins, I had
wondered what they would be like in bed. As you remember, I had Cathy the other
night. I planned to have Cathy again but Abby and Betty were different. Sure, I
loved them and I would do anything for them. I just never wanted to fuck them.
Well, maybe a little, but not enough to even beat off with them as the fantasy
and certainly never as much as I wanted Cathy. I beat off thinking about her
many a time. It occurred to me that knowing Uncle Bert had fucked them made me
want them just to have them, almost like a prize or sharing a reward a friend
had, not because they were desirable women and wonderful individuals in their
own right. Was that the devil dog? Or, was that just being male?
I was contemplating and they were gossiping when the back door opened and Mary
called a friendly hello. We all went to help her. Amid the rapid female banter,
I realized I was not needed. I left them happily talking about the age when
people quit enjoying sex, not that any of them were old enough to know. I
slipped out of my chinos, lay down on the bed beside Andy and closed my
eyes. Sleep quickly came and I dreamed again.
Andy, Cathy and I were at a white, old fashioned, wrought iron, table, the kind
you see in ice cream parlors, sitting in those matching wrought iron chairs. We
were outdoors under a large tree, like a Paris street scene from an
Impressionist painting in the museum, with gaily dressed people in late
nineteenth century clothing strolling nearby. You could hear the chatter and
the music of a organ grinder on the street corner. We were eating ice cream
sundaes from tall glasses, using long-handled spoons.
Andy and Cathy were dressed in dresses of the period, sexy, full frocks with low
bodices emphasizing lush breasts, waists tightly constricted and corseted, and
loose skirts with hems to the ground. Andy was unbelievable, her already narrow
waist drawn down to only eighteen inches by the corset. It also pushed up and
displayed her breasts, making her hourglass figure even more pronounced. She
was coquettish, flirting with me shamelessly (at least, shamelessly for that
time period). Although it was obvious she would welcome any advance I made to
her, I was uninterested in sex. I was naked and my cock was flaccid.
The devil dog was lying quietly beside me, as any well behaved dog would be with
its master. "Diablo," Cathy called. The giant dog raised his head to look at
her. Cathy slid down in her chair and put her feet on the edge of the table,
spreading her legs invitingly. She raised her skirt to her waist. Underneath,
she was wearing the white hose of the period, which were attached to the corset
by garters. She was panty less. Her pussy lips were already plumped in need and
her hairy bush had been neatly trimmed. She opened her knees wider.
"Pussy, Diablo. Pussy," she said in a high, childish voice as if offering her
pet a treat. The devil dog crawled between her legs. She flinched when his cold
nose touched her hot box, gaining her smells. His long, thick tongue began to
lap at her slit. I could see his tongue enter her, see the wetness of his
saliva and her juices, coating her pussy lips and upper thighs. I could see her
clit quivering when his sandpaper like dog's tongue brushed against it. She was
groaning loudly. The passers by did not notice her or us but continued as if we
were not there.
Diablo's tongue was now a cock, a thick, long, man's cock. Cathy started to
gasp, obviously in the throes of orgasm, as his tongue moved faster and faster
in and out of her. She squealed and shivered. Her back arched and she moaned
very loudly, still without attracting any attention. Then, she pushed him away,
pulled her dress down and sat up straight as if nothing had happened.
"Bad dog," she said sharply and hit him across the nose with the long-handled
spoon. Diablo lumbered back beside me and sat. He looked me in the eye, and
said, in English without a trace of accent, "and, you call females of my species
bitches." He lay down again, his giant head resting on his forepaws and closed
his eyes.
Cathy had a devilish, slutty look as she stared at me. She said with a leer,
"Davy, don't you want to crawl over her and lick my sweet pussy?" Diablo raised
his head to look at me. He was smiling.
I felt a warm hand on my cheek, tender and light in its touch. My eyes opened to
see Mary sitting beside me. "You okay?" she asked softly.
"Sure. Just resting my eyes."
"Your guests are wondering what happened to Andy and you. She does look pretty
beat up."
"She is going to be fine," I replied as I struggled to sit up. Andy was still
hard asleep, dead to the world. I took a quick, cold shower to refresh me.
Dinner was almost ready when I got back to the kitchen. Mary had made rosemary
chicken with garlic potatoes, steamed vegetables and fresh, bakery bread. Dad
already had the wine opened and was sampling it.
When I walked into the kitchen, I was pinged. Ping, ping. Again and again. Abby
and Betty were leaning against the counter talking to Mom and Mary as they
worked on dinner. Dad was in the living room watching the news on TV. Cathy was
sitting in a chair watching me. Ping, ping.
Ignoring Cathy's sexual advances, I took Abby into the middle bedroom to talk.
Everyone else wanted to go, too, but it was none of their business. I wanted to
put her in a trance to explore how much directional capability I had with her.
If she had been programmed like most of the kittens, all I could do was make her
fuck me. If she was programmed like Mom, I had a lot of power. She was like
Mom. I met with Betty, Cathy, Mom, Dad and Mary. By then, I was ready and so
was dinner.
What does your family talk about over dinner? Grades? Soccer games? The work
day? We talked about sex. We really talked about sex. I had programmed all of
them to be totally honest with me and discuss anything and everything I wished.
I also had programmed them to not remember any of it after dinner, but to
remember we spent the entire time talking about skiing and old episodes of
Seinfeld.
Rather than relating all the conversation in detail, I will summerize the key
points. Dad and Mom had been faithful to each other all those years, with one
exception. It was when I programmed Mom to make Dad the best fucked man in LA
that things changed. Since then Dad had sex with eleven different women, and
Mom joined in all of them. When I asked Mom if she had been programmed to be
faithful, she said yes. She never mentioned her long time affair with Uncle
Bert, so I was sure he had blocked out her admitting it even under programming.
I wondered if Mom and Dad would have been as pure if Uncle Bert had not
intervened.
Abby gave her virginity to my best friend, Roger Peckwood, when she was sixteen.
One night when he and I were spending the night at my place so we could leave
early the next morning for the beach, he had snuck into her room as the two of
them had previously arranged. I think I remember that night. I know I remember
the next day. Roger was very tired. Betty lost her virginity to Uncle Bert.
Cathy raped Uncle Bert one night as he had already told me in one of the
messages he left me.
Abby loved to suck cock but Betty did not. Abby would take it up the ass but
did not like it much. Betty was the about the same. Cathy loved to suck and get
ass fucked (no surprise there). Mom and Dad had a great sex life, much better
since the programming change I made in Mom.
The real reason I wanted the discussion was to obtain every ones knowledge and
opinion of Cathy and problem. One thing that came out is Cathy made a practice
of fucking every boy either Abby or Betty dated, which may be one of the reasons
both of them were so popular. The other thing which was such a revelation was
Cathy seduced Dad when she was almost fifteen. Ever since then, she had used
that as a weapon to get from Dad what she wanted, having sex with him three of
four times a year just to keep him in line. That was Dad's only affair.
The very strong and uniform conclusion: Cathy was a predatory bitch. My problem
was what to do about it.
Remember, Uncle Bert believed, although he was not sure, that Cathy's problem
stemmed from a brain chemistry interaction with the programming chemical he gave
her. I was leaning towards a different conclusion. I instructed Abby, Betty
and Dad to go fuck and not come out of the bedroom until morning. I ordered
Cathy to clean the kitchen and do the dishes, then report to me for further
instructions. I led Mom and Mary into the living room where I returned Mom to
her trance.
There, for almost an hour, we talked about Cathy. Mary contributed heavily to
the discussion. Once again, she gave wise counsel. When I believed I had all
the information Mom had to give, I ended her trance.
"Well, what were we talking about?" Mom asked, trying to clear her head.
"I had just asked if you liked your nipple rings."
"Oh . . . Yes, I do. My nipples are much more sensitive now and, well, that
increases my fun."
"Let me see them again." She did not hesitate in removing her top. I began
playing with them, primarily to test her reactions. Desire crossed her face. She
put her hand on the back of my neck and guided my mouth to her breast. I was
six-months-old again, nursing at mother's teat, except this time I heard Mom
moaning. I enjoyed the feel of them in my mouth, the rings as well as the
nipples.
"Why don't you take your mother to bed, Davy?" Mary asked.
"No. I could not do that," Mom retorted, pushing me away from her.
Before I could respond, Cathy walked in and asked for further instructions.
To be continued . . .
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