Tim and his family

Since the moment he emptied his taboo seed into
his mother, Tim felt extreme guilt at what he had done.
Not only had he done something he knew was wrong, he
had also forced her. There was no way she had wanted
him to rape her that way. Nor did she ever desire or
entertain any type of physical relationship with her
only son. It had been Tim's own animal urge that
caused the final encounter.

For several days Tim attempted to ignore his mother, to
avoid even to be in her presence. Nothing was said
from her, as he had mentally instructed her, but she
did give him several disgusted looks before he was able
to retreat from that gaze. Thankfully, they had not
been alone or he was sure his mother would confront him
on the incident.

As the days passed and turned into weeks, his guilt
slowly dissolved. Nothing negative had come about his
forcible actions. The only change was the different
way his mother treated him. She no longer looked upon
him in mixed company, and when they shared a look, it
had elements of hatred and contempt. Nor did she ever
give him the usual good-night kiss or the regular hugs.
In face, she went out of her way to avoid her son,
almost as much has he did to avoid her.

Tim didn't know exactly what to do about it.

Sometime afterwards, Jerry and Tim sat on a low cement
fence facing the busy main street. Jerry never once
noticed how his best friend had been less than happy
these last few weeks, nor was he likely to. In fact,
this spot was where they liked to do the best girl
watching. On a warm sunny day, the ladies of the town
wore their best summer dresses to shop about town.
Mostly they needed to walk by this spot to cross the
bridge to either side of the main street. At the spot
the young teenagers took, was the best place to watch
them.

Jerry, as usually, was his most vocal when watching
girls. "See that woman's hooters Tim?"

"Mrs. MacDonald is like sixty years-old Jerry! Jeez."

"Who cares. If you get to stick your face between
those huge tits, you'd be lost for days." He always
laughed at his own jokes. "Whoa, look at them legs."
Every few moments, the young man made comments about
every woman that crossed. It didn't matter if she was
young or old, fat or thin. Each had some physical part
that appealed to Jerry.

Finally, after talking a long breath, Tim asked the
question that had been nagging him for some time. "Why
did you say my mom likes you Jerry?"

"Huh?" His friend turned away from two ladies across
that street to look into his friend face. "I was just
kidding Tim. You need to get some buddy, your
imagining things."

Before he could turn back, Tim continued. "So she
never gave you any indication that she liked you more
than what is normal?"

Smirking, thinking he found an opening to torment his
friend. "Well there was one time."

"Ya?" Tim leaned forward anxious to know the truth.

"Our feet kinda touched under your table and before I
knew what was happening your moms toes were rubbing
over my cock." He forced himself to wear a serious
face. "It didn't last long but afterwards when your
family was watching television and you went to the
washroom she came over and squeezed my... well you
know. She asked if I was a big enough boy to handle a
woman like her and I told her my cock was. She took my
hand and then pressed it against her big tit and leaned
over to suck on my lip. At that point you came down
the stairs and she returned to the dishes."

Tim sat pale faced and trembling in anger. Jerry lost
it and began to laugh. "What the hell are you laughing
at?"

"You shithead. I'm kidding. Nothing ever happened
between your mom and me. Jerry turned back to a young
girl riding her big across the street, "Wouldn't ya
like to come back as a biyicle seat buddy boy?"

Tim wondered what was the truth, if anything at all his
friend spoke of had any truth to it. If it did, he
needn't feel guilty at fucking his mother, but he would
be extremely angry with his friend. His desire to know
more seemed to funnel his thoughts towards his friend
own head, and it was almost a physical feeling when Tim
suddenly "listened" to his friends mind.

It was only seconds when Tim found out the things Jerry
had related were indeed true, but not with Tim's
mother. They had happened between Jerry's mother and
his stepfather, things he witnessed not so long ago.
The more he listened the more he found how just how
much his best friend desired his own mother, also Tim's
mother, and every sister Tim had. It was the knowledge
that his best friend shared a partial sexual
relationship with his own older sister, the same one
both teens had enjoyed watching on her bicycle months
ago.

Jerry's sister, Esmerelda, had slowly allowed her horny
younger brother access to her room whenever she felt
like it. After several late night encounters, Jerry
had been instructed on how to eat his sisters sex. He
was never allowed to touch her, except his tongue
between her legs, or to massage her back. Esmerelda
also liked to watch her younger brother masturbate and
often ordered him to stroke himself while they shared a
mutual masturbation moment. She was always liberal in
her own touches and her hands often stroked her
brothers cock. She also enjoyed playing with the spend
Jerry shot out of his cock, often upon her stomach or
legs. They had never had intercourse but Jerry was
always hopping the next time he enters her dark room
she would want him to "mount" her.

The information and how he came about it surprised Tim.
He also felt better when he realized he wasn't the only
strange one to desire his own mother. It also forced
him to realize there were more ladies in his own
household that were attractive.

"There that one looks like your mom Jerry. Not a bad
ass huh?" He turned to watch his friends reaction.

The young man watched the woman, then grinned at his
friend. "Not bad. But my mom has a nicer ass." She
did too. Tim knew Jerry's mother was attractive, not
so much as his own though, but never before entertained
any sort of sexual thought about her.

It was the private thoughts of his friend that
reenforced his boldness. "Would you fuck your mom if
you had a chance?"

Jerry's smile disappeared, "Don't ever say that Tim.
Don't ever fucking say that"

Tim again browsed his friends thoughts and realized
that his friend often thought about a relationship
between his own mother and him. It was his most
closely guarded fantasy, as well as his most exciting.
"Sorry Jerry. I just thought if I had the chance I
would like to sleep with my mother." Of course Tim had
never told his friend that he had indeed lost his
cherry with his own mom.

"Really?" Jerry frowned and then asked seriously, "How
would you go about it?"

"Well I thought of a way, but we don't have to talk
about it any more if you don't want?"

"No that's okay buddy. How would you go about it?"
His voice had taken on a conspiratorial sound.

"I've an idea, invite me over for supper and while your
eating reach under the table and feel her up." He made
it sound like the answer was easy.

"What is that suppose to accomplish?" Jerry wanted to
know more.

"Well since there are people at the table you wouldn't
get in trouble then. If she didn't like it, you would
get a lecture later. And if she did, she would not
stop you. The least you would get out of it is a good
feel." Tim laughed at the astonished look on his
friend face.

Finally the young man spoke up, "What do you know
anyways?"

"I know that it works." Tim had spoke up before he
actually thought of it. Then he realized this angle of
manipulating his best friend had its good points.

Jerry gasped, then asked, "You mean..."

"Yup. She won't say anything either. In fact, I think
she likes it."

"Really? How do you know?" Jerry no longer had that
know-it-all look and sat wide eyed waiting for the
answer. Astonished at what he had learned and
beginning to wonder if it could indeed work.

"Because she never mentions it. And I often get to
feel her up." Now, Tim was embellishing.

"You've done this often?" Jerry missed a sexy looking
lady cross the street near them, so focused was his
attention.

Not wanting to overembellish, already Tim was showing
some of the uncanny abilities he had at manipulating
people. With or without the powers of his mind that he
would come to rely upon. "Just twice." Tim didn't
want to lie too much, so altered the conversation.
"Why don't you invite me over for supper tonight?"

Jerry caught Tim's conspiratorial look and smiled
himself. The young man looked down at his watch
unconsciously marking the time till supper.

Tim watched Mrs. Muller carry the bowl of cabbage and
the extra plate over to the table. It was only a few
hours latter, and she didn't seem to mind that her son
brought home his best friend for supper. It wasn't the
first time, and there was always extra food at the
Muller house. Mr. Muller, Jerry's stepfather, wasn't
expected home from the produce shop he worked at for a
few more hours, again that wasn't a rare occurrence.

It was the first time Tim had a chance to actually
notice Jerry's mother, as a woman not simply as a older
person. Usually it was his attractive sister,
Esmerelda, that held his young teenage hormonal
attention. The middle-aged woman was a few years
younger than Tim's, but didn't hold her age as well.
The extra weight of her years stayed on her thighs,
which seemed large to the young man. Also her breasts,
on the small side, appeared low upon her bosom. As
mentioned earlier, it was Mrs. Muller's backside that
was her best feature, that and her still handsome
German face.

After browsing Jerry's thoughts again, Tim knew that
his best friend did indeed hold lustful incestuous
thoughts about the oldest woman in the household.

As the food found its way to the table, Tim simply
added a few commands into Mrs. Muller's mind. If
anything untoward as to happen, and Tim wasn't sure
Jerry would go through with it, the mother of two would
act as Tim had suggested - docile.

Several minutes later, the food was being spooned out
onto each plate and the small group were silent as they
began to eat. Unlike his own household, the supper
table at Jerry's was usually quiet. Tim could see that
his best friend often let his hand drop to his own lap
but seconds later it would return, often trembling.
When the main course was complete and Esmerelda got up
to bring the pudding, Tim kicked his friend trying to
get him to go through with the plan.

Just as Esmerelda placed the large bowl upon the center
of the table, Tim saw Mrs. Muller suddenly stiffen then
quickly looked at her only son. He simply watched his
sister spoon out the pudding. Then Mrs. Muller looked
towards every person at the table, and out the corner
of Tim's eye saw her jerk her body yet again.

Jerry kicked his best friend under the table this time
and simply winked. The message was obvious. The plan
was proceeding as it had originally been thought out.
Wanting to continue the game, Tim quickly added another
mental suggestion to Mrs. Muller. She would hate what
was going on but, she would also find her body
beginning to enjoy the lustful touches of her son.

Tim stole glances at the woman, as she tried to eat her
pudding. She was crimson and often trembled. Tim
thought about reading his friends thoughts to see just
what was happening beneath the table but rather liked
the ambiguity of it.

Suddenly, Mrs. Muller stood up and mumbled something
about not being well before departing to her own room.
Jerry smiled at his friend then brought the hand, that
had been hidden beneath the table, to his nose and
inhaled deeply. Esmerelda hadn't noticed anything
untoward at all that evening.

Laying in bed late that evening, Tim went over the days
events. It had gone incredible well. Jerry was very
excited at what happened beneath the dinner table that
he wanted his friend to come back the next night for
supper. Tim simply smiled, and mentioned not to abuse
this new enjoyment too much. Moments before leaving
the Muller house, Tim had suddenly thought to ask his
friend about his sister. Jerry had asked why, and Tim
answered, "I was wondering if she would go out with me
Friday night?" Jerry changed the subject and walked
Tim to the door.

The sexual stress of the day played upon his teenage
thoughts, and his hand found itself between his own
legs. His mind found itself drifting towards images of
his own mother. It was only a few seconds into the
fantasy when Tim realized that he may be able to make
the fantasy come true. About every other wish he
desired came true, simply by applying his thoughts to
it.

Tim descended the stairs and entered the darkened
living room. The only light in the cluttered lived-in
room was from the moon light streaming through the
large window. It easily revealed his mother sitting
upon the edge of the couch wearing her nightgown and
nothing else. As he had commanded, she had left her
marital bed and went to the living room immediately and
quietly. She really didn't even know what was going on
until her son stood at the foot of the stairs looking
at her.

Nothing was said, and neither person moved. Tim
watched his mother very closely and manipulated her
with his mind. Mrs. Wilson stared at the floor, real
fear running through her as the physical touch of her
son's mind caused her to become sexually aroused. She
didn't know why her body was getting excited, but she
hated herself and her son at that moment.

Out the corner of her eye, she finally saw her son take
slow steps towards her, while his pajama top felt next
to him. She froze when she saw his hands easily undo
the knot holding his bed bottoms and they also dropped
to the floor. He was only a few steps away when she
felt her own hands undo the knots holding her nightgown
at her throat. She was amazed, and it was almost as if
she was watching herself in the third person, as the
same hands pushed the rough garment past her shoulders.

Mrs. Wilson felt her own moisture coating the inside of
her thighs and was amazed at the amount of it. Her
hands easily slid the single garment over her hips and
past her bottom to let it drop to the floor. She sat
naked facing her only son, more aroused than any other
moment in her life. He stopped only a few inches from
her. His hard adolescent cock a mere inch from her
eyes. It was so close, she could smell his youthful
masculine scent. She again felt her own hands slide
down between her thighs and begin to manipulate her own
sex. It was a rare moment when this middle-aged woman
found time to enjoy masturbation, but never with anyone
in the house let alone standing before her. The
abundant juices soon coated her hands and she felt
herself insert two fingers into her vagina. The second
hand expertly manipulated her sensitive clitoris.

Tim watched, pleased at the results of his
instructions, as his mother's knees spread as wide as
they could go. He could barely make out her hands
between her legs, but knew what she was frantically
doing. He could see her wide eyes as she never took
them from his hard penis. When a single clear drop
appeared at the head of his young cock she gasped out
and began to pant, grind her body against her hands and
licked her lips.

It was a natural decision rather than a conscious one,
Tim simply moving his hips forward and watched as his
own mother opened her mouth to allow his cock inside
her. Things didn't take long after that, and Mrs.
Wilson began to moan against the cock in her mouth as
her orgasm shot through her body. Tim's own orgasm was
a second behind hers, his sperm shooting into the
hungry warm mouth in buckets. She never missed a drop,
even with her own internal explosions going on.

Maybe it was youth, or the highly sexual day Tim just
experienced, but his cock never shrank an inch. He
pulled it from the sucking moist lips and saw his
mothers tired yearning eyes stare at the bobbing
manhood before her. Without a word, Tim's mother
rolled upon the couch letting her knees fall to the
floor and pushed her shoulders against the cushions.

The orgasm that rocked her body, was the first one she
had in years. And definitely the most enjoyable that
she had ever experienced. Her body hadn't stopped
spasming when the, now, familiar penis entered into her
over heated vagina. As the young body began lunging
roughly against her, making sloppy slapping sounds,
Mrs. Wilson wondered if the tears running down her face
were from the intense pleasure she just experienced or
from the knowledge of this new incest relationship she
now had with her son.


Tim's Life - Chapter V (present)
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Caesar, copyright (c) 1996


The motor yacht was huge. It as one of the items that
had been acquired when the deal with Mrs. Leveque was
complete. As Tim thought more about it, the more
pleased he was of the transaction. It was mutually
beneficial, and was sure the old woman was even now
enjoying her side of the bargain.

A steward came out with drinks on a tray for Tim and
his passengers. Marge took two, one for her brother
Rob, the other for herself. Rob's wife, Louise, took
her own. Mary, Tim's younger sister took one. Leaving
the last three drinks for Tim, Wendy, and her mother
Carol. Since leaving port, the crew had pampered and
fawned over every wish their passengers desired. After
a quick mental suggestion, none of the crew ever saw or
heard anything untoward.

It was only six months since Louise and Rob's wedding.
They had gone to France for the honeymoon and after
getting back Rob told Louise, on his friend Tim's
suggestion, about his sister. He went on to explain
that she was both his sister and his slave, a present
from Tim. After sitting silently listening in shock to
her husband, she answered, "Well, if it was from Tim
then its okay." That was probably as much of a
surprise as had been his sister kneeling before him at
his stag. Louise had made it also clear, she didn't
want to share a bed with her husband and his slave, but
didn't mind sleeping alone some nights. Now, the two
women shared a house and a man, while still staying
friendly. Louise wore a loose summer dress that she
knew her husband always enjoyed on her, while her
sister-in-law wore a one piece bikini.

Tim smiled at Louise, while mentally sighing knowing
that she was a sole sibling with no contact with her
real parents. It always interested him how people felt
about their parents and siblings, and if those thoughts
ever ventured towards a sexual relationship. Then he
turned his attention to Mary, his own youngest and
prettiest sister. Since the girl was thirteen, barely
starting puberty, she had been his favorite.

His sister noticed his look and moved his hand, in
hers, to the upper portions of her lap. Wearing only a
skimpy two-piece bikini and a smile, she was by far the
most attractive woman on the ship. Yet, she never
noticed anyone but her older brother, he had seen to
that.

Carol and Wendy were last minute additions. Rob had
dated Wendy in college and through her, met Carol. The
older mirror image of his girlfriend held secret
lesbian submissive desires for her only daughter. It
was a simple task to have Carol join them, and
ultimately become Wendy's lover. It was a few years
ago since this all came about, and since that time the
two lesbians had never shown any serious interest in
any other man or woman, other than Tim. Wendy sat on
the bench facing the rest of the group while her mother
sat at her feet, massaging her daughters smooth calfs.
Both wore one piece bathing suits, Carol's suit was
slightly see-through, and she constantly smiled at
being included in the private party by Tim.

Every passenger in that group knew of the incestuous
relationships they all enjoyed. It was only Louise
that never imagined or enjoyed sexual relations with a
sibling or parent. This was the current topic of
conversation, the last few moments.

"Don't you think Marge is pretty Louise?" Tim moved
his own hand higher upon his sisters lap, feeling the
heat emanating from her sex. Mary was always horny for
her brother, and could never said no to him.

Looking at her sister-in-law, Louise answer, "Of course
she is. But I've never been attracted to other women."
Her husband had smartly stayed silent thoughout this
conversation.

Marge sat at Rob's feet and held his drink for him as
she watched the exchange going on around her. She
never spoke unless spoken too, and only if her brother,
or Tim, wished it.

Wendy spoke up, "No one can please a woman like another
woman my dear." Her mothers moist lips grazed her
naked knee.

"Well, I can't comment on that," Louise looked awkward
towards the two lesbians and the obvious devotion, and
lust the mother had towards her daughter, "but my
husband can please me well enough right dear?"

Rob cringed at being included in the conversation. "I
try dear."

Tim interrupted to change tactics, "You would like to
watch your sister and wife together wouldn't you Rob?"

The married man had learned it wasn't easy to lie to
his friend, "Yes actually, that has been one of my
biggest fantasies lately." At least since the fantasy
of having his sister as a slave was fulfilled.

Tim turned back to Louise, "Then why don't you try it
for your husband Louise?"

The look turned to stone, "Listen Tim. I don't mind
how you all live your life or who you sleep with. And I
never protested when my husband brought home his sister
and told me she was his `slave'." She took a deep
breath, while the rest of the party remained calm and
allowed her to speak her piece. "I know enough about
Marge, about her sexual appetite for my husband. I've
listened to them in their room. I've also gotten used
to the taste of another woman on my husbands cock."
Marge giggled quietly to herself.

The pause was long enough for Tim to add, "Well Marge,
do you have any objections to sleeping with your
sister-in-law?"

The young woman looked up at her brother and got a nod
before answering. "No. I love Louise and always
wondered what it would be like to make love with her."
Actually, only Tim knew why the young slave desired
this because her brother desired it. She was the
perfect slave, his fantasies were her own.

The young slave reached out and placed a hand on
Louise's. The irritated wife sighed and smiled gently
at her sister-in-law. She could never be mad at the
sweet young woman who she shared her husband with. She
then looked up at her silent husband and saw the desire
for her in his eyes. Louise loved Rob very much, and
her anger dissipated after seeing his eyes and
listening to Marge's words.

Tim knew all he had to do was send a single command and
Louise would become a devoted lesbian. Yet this was
also part of the game, manipulating and watching how
others related to the prospect of a forbidden sexual
relationship. He had manipulated the new bride a week
before her wedding, as she had come to his apartment as
he instructed. There, she had performed every sexual
action Tim had desired, for almost two days straight.
Louise had left her husband's friend with at least one
deposit of sperm in every one of her holes. It was
Tim's wedding present to her. She remembered every
second of those two days, and often relieved them in
her fantasies. She would never enjoy an orgasm as
strong as any one Tim had given her, There was no
reason to manipulate the woman to sleep with Marge, As
he had done, so his friends household would be civil
with the addition of Rob's sister. Tim was certain she
would give in eventually. It was obvious to him, that
she would always do what he wished, by mind control or
not.

Wendy finally added, after watching the verbal exchange
for some time, "Some woman are not lucky enough to have
one lover. It looks like you have two Louise." The
married woman looked up and smiled at the attractive
lesbian, the same realization had also come to her.

It was a awkward pause that lasted almost a full minute
before Louise spoke right at her husband. "Okay Rob, I
will do it." It was as if everyone sighed at once, and
a weight was lifted from the group. Carol and her
daughter clapped, while Mary whistled. Marge leaned
over and kissed her brothers wife's hand while husband
and wife shared a slow gentle kiss. Their words of
endearment could not be heard over the noise.

It was Tim that broke the silence. "Wonderful Louise,
I hoped you would come around." The married woman
turned towards the only other man that she had slept
with, ignoring her husbands kisses on her cheek. Tim
knew she would drop her husband at a moments notice to
join him for even one night. He rather liked that type
of power. "Why don't you and Marge go off right now to
consummate your relationship before supper is set?"

It was one thing to finally accept the pressure to try
out a lesbian affair with her sister-in-law, it was
another to actually do it. Especially with all these
people staring at her. Louise could not find any words
to stop what she felt was a situation that was rapidly
getting out of her control. As if clouded by a haze,
she felt herself being lead by Marge up out of her
chair and then down to her husband luxurious suite.

Everyone watched the two novice bisexuals leave. Carol
hugged her daughters legs while Wendy stroked her
mothers full head of hair. Mary snaked her hand up her
brothers shorts to grasp his cock, his eye caught hers
and told just how horny she was.

Tim caught his friend Rob's attention, "Rob! You look
a little lost. Why don't you go down to the weather
deck and watch your room through the porthole?" His
friends eyebrows rose in surprise at the suggestion
then without a word jumped up and practically ran to
the fore of the ship. Turning his attention to the two
ladies across from him, "Well ladies, why don't you
put on a show of your own for my sister Mary here?"

Wendy's smile brightened noticeably at the attention of
her ex-boyfriend. She looked down at her mother and
spoke sternly, "Well mother, I suppose your all hot and
bothered after all this lesbian talk?"

Carol hearing the sound of her daughters voice and
knowing what kind of control Tim could exert over them,
which she greatly enjoyed, nodded her head demurely.

"Have you been sitting on your heel also mother
dearest?"

"Yes my love." Spoke Carol, almost in a whisper.

Mary caught Tim's attention and asked, "What about her
heel?" He simply placed his index finger to her lips
and pointed over to the lesbian couple.

Wendy having heard Mary's question turned her attention
to the pretty young woman, "My slutty mother can't help
but rub herself any way she can. As you can see she
has her heel up between her legs where she can press
against her hot sweet cunt." She turned her head to
look back down at her own mother. "I want you to get
over my knee mom." The fortysomething year-old moved
quickly to comply to her daughters wish. "You sexy old
slut, you couldn't wait until we were alone huh?"

After the sexy looking older woman was laying over her
daughters knee, Wendy pulled up on the legs of the
bathing suite. It stretched and pulled up between the
still firm cheeks of the submissive. Wendy looked back
to Mary and asked, "How many does she get?"

"How many what?" Her hand was gripping her brothers
cock almost painfully. Her attention was truly focused
on the show only a few feet from them. Since the age
of thirteen, anything sexual would excite her, and she
needed the attentions of her older brother to release
the pent up tension.

"Spankings dear. My mother gets spankings when she has
done something I dislike or when she is bad. How
many?"

Mary looked up at her brother for guidance but found
none, "I don't know. How about ten?"

Wendy nodded, then turned her attention back to the
woman over her knee, "Your a lucky slut mother, only
ten." The first one surprised both Carol and Mary and
it slapped loudly against the pale smooth skin.

Carol jerked upon the knee but didn't pull away. Mary
was surprised to hear her say, "One!"

By the third slap her bottom was already red, and it
was obvious to Mary that Wendy used almost all her
female strength in each swing of her arm.

"Ten!"

Wendy slide two fingers down between her mothers thighs
and slid them between the bathing suit and her mothers
vaginal lips. She spoke as she frigged the hot wet
pussy, "You know how hot spanking you gets me mother?"
It was a rhetorical question, one that needn't be
answered especially since Carol was moaning and moving
her hips back to meet her daughters fingers. "Here you
are thinking of your own wet cunt and forgetting about
mine. Don't think because we have an audience that you
get to cum yet." Wendy pulled her sloppy wet fingers
from between the folds of her mothers sex and pushed
the older woman off her knees. "Your going to use that
sexy tongue of yours and fuck me till I scream or the
next spanking won't be so nice." With that she moved
forward in the seat until only the rear of her buttock
was left holding her up. The attractive woman pulled
the crotch of her bathing suit to the side revealing
her glistening hairless sex for all to see.

Carol didn't wait a second before moving her face down
between the smooth tanned thighs and immediately
sliding her extended tongue into her daughters wet
hole. Then she began to bob back and forth, simply
using her tongue like a small cock and fucking her
daughter with it.

Mary could not take any more, moving rapidly she tore
of the bottom of her string bikini and plunged her own
index finger into herself. While also swinging about
between her brothers thighs and pulling his cock down
to the leg of his shorts. Her mouth engulfed him
expertly, as she had done many times before. His
orgasm, as had been proved so many times in the past,
would always set off her own. Even when she performed
fellatio on him. Tim's younger sister was the perfect
sexual object, he had her so well conditioned that no
matter where his orgasm occurred within her, she always
had a parallel one.

The evening meal started wonderfully. Tim had
requested all guests had to dress up for the occasion,
in suitable attire - meaning evening dresses and
suites. While the two submissives' would be dressed as
slaves, or at least what they imaged a slave would
wear. Wendy showed up in a classy long black velvet
dress, with expensive pearls about her neck. Carol had
been dressed by her daughter in skimpy bikini bottoms,
leather collar, and a leash attached to her neck. Mary
wore a loose summer blouse, that showed the darkness of
her nipples through its thin fabric, a short expensive
skirt to highlight her long slim legs, and several
expensive rocks given to her as presents from her
loving brother. Louise also wore a long dress, purple,
with a slit up the side almost to her waist. Marge
wore a single see-through silk scarf wrapped about her
bosom and hips, but hid nothing. None of the ladies
had worn any undergarments.

The food was delivered by perfectly dressed waitresses
in classical short maid's outfits. Each had been
chosen for this job by her physical attributes. None of
which were missed by Rob or Wendy.

The light conversation was interrupted when Tim asked
his friend Rob, "So tell us how your wife and slave did
this afternoon?"

It was obvious to all what he meant. Louise put her
fork down and turned a deep red while Marge smiled
proudly to her master.

Rob smiled at the memory, then started on his tale. He
left nothing out of the two hour sexual exploration of
the two ladies in his life. He finished just before
the first main course was set upon the table, "In all
it went very well."

"Excellent!" Tim turned towards Louise. "Well, my
dear, did you enjoy yourself with Marge?"

Still deeply crimson but having the strength to answer,
"Yes. Very much."

Tim didn't let it drop yet, "What did you like the
best?" Wendy's ears peaked up at that question, a
topic that always interested her.

"Whenever she ate me." She nodded to herself, the
memories of the physical reaction she experienced
reliving through her mind. "Yes. I love Marge's
tongue licking my clitoris."

Tim turned to the rest of the table, "Well I guess we
have had a successful addition to our little group."
All but Tim and Louise clapped.

The conversation again changed and continued throughout
the meal. It was just after the final dishes of the
sixth course was taken away when Tim asked his friend,
"God Rob, you must be horny after watching that show
for so long?" Rob, knowing his friend, simply smiled
and waited for the next comment. "Marge dear, why
don't you climb under the table and relieve your
brothers tension?"

Nothing was said, but Marge smiled hugely and dropped
down below the level of the table. It was obvious to
all when Rob felt his slave's lips upon his sex, he was
very transparent in his emotions. Louise, sitting next
to her husband leaned back to get a better look at the
bobbing head above her husbands crotch. After several
seconds the sexy wife slide below the table to join her
husband's slave. Rob soon had two hungry mouths
alternating on his hard penis.

"Wendy dear, could I borrow your mother for a few
moments?"

Wendy smiled hugely at her ex-boyfriend. "Of course
Tim. She is yours for as long as you wish." She threw
the end of the leash to the handsome man, who
immediately handed it over to his sister Mary.

"Carol, I think you better get down below and use that
tongue trick on Mary or she may explode causing great
embarrassment." Wendy laughed at the small joke and
watched with growing excitement as her mother climbed
beneath the table and saw the familiar mane of hair
slide between the spread sleek thighs. She also felt
jealousy that her mom got to taste the best looking
woman on the ship, something that could never happen
without Tim's explicit instructions. Mary was soon
panting loudly in enjoyment of the hardened tongue
entering her vagina.

"Wendy would you like to take a walk on deck with me?"

The ex-girlfriend felt her palms wetten and her stomach
tumble, "Yes, of course Tim." No sexual experience had
ever amounted to the times she spent with Tim. Even if
the request was not sexual, she would do anything for
the man.

She hooked her arm into his and followed him out of the
cabin. After the door was closed behind them, the
sounds of fulfilled lust quickly died away. They didn't
say anything for some time, but simply enjoyed the wake
of the ship and the moonlight. While she also enjoyed
the touch of the only man she could ever desired.

Tim preceded to query her on several of the teens in
her class that she taught. As the mental commands
discouraged any doubts at Tim's plan, he related her
part in it.

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