Part 20

Caroline Dixon:

If Caroline Dixon had won her own battle with her Mother for the attention and affections of their ‘owner’ Peter Harris when at his large country Manor House, the situation in the Dixon Household when Caroline paid a rare visit could be described as being a no contest between Mother and Daughter.

For thanks to Dan’s edict that his Mother adopt a minuscule dress dress code about the house when he arrived home and when serving his meals, Catherine Dixon was wearing no more than a red and black garter belt and black seamed nylon stockings encased in four inch black heels, when rather seeing than her son Dan striding through the from door, it was her daughter Carolines eyes taking in her busty blonde mother’s almost naked natural beauty.

“Wow Mum! You really are looking amazing, exclaimed Caroline to her mother, who in reality was no more than a fuller and slightly lined mature version of herself.

Taken aback it wasn’t her son Dan but her daughter entering the house, Catherine could do little other than allow the fully dressed Caroline to hug and caress her mother’s almost naked body and to then humiliate Catherine even more when stroking her buttocks and cupping her shaven pubic mound.

“Mmm ... good enough to eat” exclaimed Caroline, fully aware her brother Dan wouldn’t be home for some time, when after making an innocent enquiry about Dan, being told by the fearsome Olga back at the Manor House “ you brother Dan ... he have work to do ... no be home till later” in her usual brusque manner.

Leaving Caroline as usual to ponder upon just what it was that Dan did for Peter Harris requiring such secrecy from his own sister, yes he was often to be found in the Manor House and was obviously closer to his Mother than should be the case.

Although just how close Dan was to his Mother Caroline still wasn’t sure, even if he’d touched up his sister a few times since the terrible day he’d not only tricked her into stripping in his bedroom, but also arranging her fateful first meeting with Sean Brady.

Well she’d find out one day, Caroline had determined, especially after the way she’d been treated by her perverted little brother.

Although how she’d do so was unclear, for despite her planning and scheming, Caroline knew better to question her Master Peter Harris about her brother, not when she’d worked and schemed so hard to become his number one in the hierarchy of the women under his control and the rewards she’d been given along with it, such as Her Luxury rent free Apartment and the expensive new car, along with her generous cash allowance, even if that meant her having to maintain the pretence of respectability by spending a few hours a week ‘teaching’ at a private school, all of which, as Caroline saw it were fair reward for all her scheming that went hand in glove with her sexual obedience toward Peter Harris.

Even if that did mean meant Caroline Dixon being spanked on a regular basis by the repulsive tubby headteacher Sarah Bennett, then afterward having to crawl naked between those chubby thighs and bury her face into Sarah Bennett’s disgusting thatch of pubic hair and lick her to orgasm.

That was certainly a huge downside for Caroline, as was the look upon the chubby face of the headteacher, when unknowingly taking a leaf out of the Sean Brady manual of humiliation, Sarah Bennett often had her beautiful busty blonde junior teacher kneeling naked on her desk, facing her headteacher with hands on head while Sarah Bennett made phone calls to other schools and even talking on the phone to other teachers in the building, while all the time casting her lecherous beady eyes over the naked body of Caroline Dixon and while doing so reaching out and toying with Caroline’s admittedly hardened nipples.

Although as ever weighing up advantages against disadvantages, Caroline fully understood that no matter how repugnant a task, using all her well homed skills in giving the tubby head teacher regular oral sex was far better than spending time in the ‘punishment block’ of the Manor House, where she’d be spanked and whipped by the fearsome Olga should she ever be so reckless as to annoy or disobey either Peter Harris or Sarah Bennett.

Indeed, Her ever increasing bank balance, along with the shiny new BMW and her state of the art apartment far outweighed Caroline’s minor nuisance of Sarah Bennett, especially when the bdsm action she so adored was pretty much on tap to her at the Manor House with its film studios, ready made dungeon and a barn to quicken the pulse of any Bondage and domination aficionado.

For Caroline Dixon, along with taunting dominating and sexually using and abusing her Mother Catherine, such pleasures now formed a huge part of her daily life and very existence.

A sexually spellbinding and rewarding lifestyle Caroline Dixon fully understood would probably have never happened had it not been for the visit to her home of Sean Brady that fateful afternoon, the day she’d decided that if nothing else she would sooner or later fuck the tall blonde dominant young man. In truth Caroline very often found herself conjuring up images of Sean Brady when in the bed she so often now shared with Peter Harris or when faced with the chubby cunt lips of Sarah Bennett, even if Peter had told her in no uncertain terms that Sean Brady

was ‘off limits’ to her, that she fucked only those he told her to fuck.

Even so, all things considered Caroline Dixon was very happy with her life as a plaything of Peter Harris, at least until she tired of him and had accumulated enough money to allow her to move on to other even more lucrative areas.

And of course one of Carolines many benefits when not filming or serving Peter Harris was, providing he had her owners permission, her freedom to at least associate with others and to visit relatives such as her mother and her Aunt Victoria, whom she really must soon get around to visiting.

That her Mother Catherine also provided Caroline with other benefits had become a bonus giving her more pleasure than she’d thought possible, especially after that magical night when they’d both been abducted and taken to the Manor House home of Peter Harris.

Even now Caroline often became excited at the memory of how her naked Mother really had thought the equally naked daughter was simply cuddling up to her her out of warmth, sympathy and fear of their abductors when Caroline was in fact marvelling about how her long held fantasy of stroking and using the beautiful body of her lovely blonde mother had suddenly and miraculously turned reality.

One which had begun at home with the sudden appearance Sean Brady and had led to Mother and Daughter tied naked beside one another during an afternoon of sexual frenzy before they’d been abducted to Peters Manor House by the tall lithesome Helen Brady, where Mother and Daughter had spent their first naked night together.

From that moment on, Caroline had been on a mission to subjugate and sexual use her Mother until Catherine accepted she was completely under her control of her lookalike daughter.

Now standing in the lounge casually stroking the breasts of her Mother’s all but naked body, Caroline was revelling in her power over this gorgeous busty woman, in the knowledge only Peter Harris had more power over the life of her mother ... aside perhaps from her perverted brother Dan, although Caroline was also only too aware she’d not asked Peter for his permission to visit her Mother today, but what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him, or more importantly herself, even if Peter had made it clear that as her ‘owner’ she did nothing without his permission.

As Caroline saw things, although Peter Harris was in his middle age, he was a strong fit, handsome and extremely virile man and while the word love never entered her mind, Peter was also a dominant sexual athlete whose wealth and power made him a more than suitable match for her own aspirations, which although having slightly changed tack with her introduction and initiation into the wonderful world of bdsm by Sean Brady, remained pretty much as before that fateful day.

That of using her undoubted beauty and charms in securing a man wealthy enough to provide her with a lifestyle suitable for a young lady with her beauty and intellect.

Which is exactly what Peter Harris was now providing for her and even though not in her wildest dreams had Caroline thought she be be engaged in a struggle with her lookalike mother for the attentions and favour of Peter Harris, not only was She proud to have won that psychological and physical battle with her Mother, the pleasure and fulfilment she’d gained when sexually dominating her mother Catherine had been beyond belief.

Pulling her all but naked Mother close to her own fully dressed body, Caroline was only too aware she could do anything she wished with her body, to instruct her Mother to do whatever she demanded of her, a feeling of power that never ceased to sexually arouse Caroline which her Mother Catherine had become accustomed to and despite the illicit nature of her daughters attention and feelings toward her, one that in many ways Catherine even enjoyed, took pleasure from and often reciprocated.

For it wasn’t only Caroline who often recalled the night of their abduction to the Manor House of Peter Harris, indeed Catherine had previously been warned that being taken for ‘training’ at the Manor House would eventually happen to her, although in truth her being abducted by Helen Coombe and her ‘removal men’ alongside her daughter had been a huge surprise to Catherine, as had them both being left naked together upon the large bed in the Manor House, without even a blanket to cover their naked bodies in the chill of the night

Although by now fully realising just how cunningly manipulative her daughter had been that night, naked or otherwise, it had appeared to Catherine the most natural thing in the world for Caroline to plead with her that her Mother put her arms around her and comfort her frightened daughter.

Which indeed she had, before finding her comforting soothing caresses of her daughter being returned by Caroline’s kisses and caresses going far beyond simply comforting her Mother, not when Caroline’s tongue had entered her mother’s mouth to search out and find her own eventually willing tongue, while Caroline’s fingers created havoc inside her throbbing pussy,

All of which Catherine later realised had been the prelude to Caroline’s desire to both physically and sexually dominate her Mother, with a determination Catherine was completely ill equipped to resist, a determination which very soon resulted in her now being both subservient to and even a little fearful of her daughter.

And so Catherine now made no attempt to prevent her daughter from caressing and kissing her naked breasts and nipples while delving fingers between her Mothers cunt lips...

Even though his thoughts were upon a plan that would allow him to introduce his Mother to the tall dominant lesbian Annie Day without arousing her suspicions, Dan Dixon couldn’t help but notice his own usual parking area in the driveway of the family home was taken by the smart BMW he’d been told Peter Harris had provided for his sister Caroline, immediately arousing Dan’s own suspicion.

For with his Mother having been told by Dan to inform him of any expected visitors, she’d said nothing about Caroline, so Just what was his sister doing here?

.

For what would most families would regard as being no more than a visit from a close relative, the fact was the Dixon’s were no longer a ‘normal’ family in that respect and although being aware Caroline had instigated a sub/Dom relationship with her Mother whenever she could at the Manor House, Dan was also aware of just how much his sister detested her brother after he’d tricked Caroline into stripping off for him and believing her brother was unaware of her relationship with their Mother, Caroline usually avoided visits to the family home, simply to ensure she didn’t run into Dan, even if she was aware of his frequent visits to the Manor House.

That his sister Caroline was now here during what would have been a working day left Dan thinking that unlike a normal family visit, there could well be ulterior motives why Caroline’s car was parked outside.

So with modern technology being what it is, Dan’s smart phone was very soon providing him with a view of that other reason, via the spy cams he’d installed in his mother’s bedroom, an innovation Dan was forever thankful for, when no longer having to retrieve memory cards from the cameras he’d originally installed in his Mother’s bedroom when Sean Brady had first ordered him to do so

For there upon the large bed, his naked Mother and Sister lay in a tangle of entwined arms and legs while engaging in what was obviously a long and extremely passionate french kiss, leaving Dan with no more to do than sit in his car with an ever growing erection during a scene of illicit erotic lovemaking he was not only able to excitedly view, but thanks to the motion sensor recording being made in his own bedroom, to do so over and again at his leisure.

In fact it was a good thirty minutes before finally sated, Mother and Daughter fell back on the bed in naked exhaustion with arms and legs still entwined, leaving Dan thinking his previous concerns about how he’d go about convincing his Mother to meet Annie Day without arousing her suspicions had just disappeared. For the path was open for Dan to keep his promise and arrange for dominant lesbian who’d he’d earlier witnessed giving his Aunt Vicky such a hard time, to visit his Mother.

Although unsure of Annie Day’s motives for tricking him into revealing the identity of his Mother, it was easy enough for Dan to put two and two together and as Sex was never far from his thoughts, Dan could only assume that Sex was the motive behind Annie’s demands to visit his Mother.

Not that this concerned Dan in the least, after all he’d be getting a grandstand view of any events that transpired through his secret cameras, but Dan’s real concern was whether he should inform Peter Harris of these developments, although having been tricked into revealing his Mother’s identity to Annie Day, informing Peter had to be a non starter, not when Dan had been warned time and again by Peter Harris and Olga he should never on any account allow either his Vicky Preston or his Mother to be linked in any way.

In fact Olga had gone as far as telling him she would Punish Dan herself if he ever said a word to either his Aunt or his Mother about their respective’arrangements’ with Peter Harris.

Although even while cursing his stupidity, Dan was reluctant to cease viewing the incredible sight of his beautiful naked Mother and sister laying entwined together on the bed as lovers, even though illicit lovers, although that mattered not one iota to Dan Dixon, for all concerned were mature adults.

Fully aware he’d be viewing everything again later, Dan eventually returned the phone to his pocket and made his careful and silent way toward the house, only to discover when turning the key to the front door, the interior security bolt had been slid across the door, probably by Caroline thinking she was being clever, thought Dan, who moving round to the rear kitchen door then found the same applied there.

What either Catherine or Caroline wouldn’t have known was a downstairs kitchen window, although seemingly locked, had previously had its mechanism removed by Dan as means of entry if ever he was being prevented from entering the house, as was now obviously the case

Having removed his shoes before pulling open the window, Dan then climbed into the kitchen before quietly making his way upstairs past his own bedroom door and after creeping along the landing carpet, he then waited and listened outside his Mother’s bedroom before pulling his smartphone from his pocket and looked at its screen, which could have just as well been a window into the bedroom.

There, still on top of her bed, his naked Mother Catherine, lay with her head resting in the the crook of the arm of his equally naked Sister Caroline, whose other arm rested on her Mother’s breasts as her fingers toyed absently with one of Catherine’s large gold ringed nipples.

Perfect thought Dan, hoping the two women hadn’t deemed it necessary to also lock the bedroom door, which when turning and pushing slightly Dan found thankfully found not to be the case

“Well well, you two look as though you’ve been enjoying yourselves!” exclaimed Dan after taking a deep breath before moments later pushing his way into his Mother’s bedroom.

With the legs and arms of the naked Catherine and her daughter Caroline entwined together after their energetic lovemaking, it was Caroline who was the first to grab the bedsheet and to cover at least her own naked body from the lecherous gaze of her brother Dan before shouting.

“What the hell do you think you are doing ... Fuck off you dirty little pervert”!

“Dan ... please Dan ... we can talk downstairs in a minute” pleaded Dan’s suddenly horrified Mother, while realising although Caroline had covered her own naked body, she’d made no attempt to assist her mother’s distress at being discovered and confronted by her younger brother, a brother who having grown and learned so much in the past couple of years wasn’t about to be intimidated by his sister or his mother, not when finding them in just about a comprising position he could have possibly hoped for.

Rather than beating the hasty retreat Caroline demanded of him, Dan simply moved the few steps toward where his mother lay on her bed and casually sitting beside her, Dan then reached out to prevent his mother from pulling a sheet over her own naked body, leaving the alarmed naked Catherine unable to do anything other than look pleadingly at her son before Caroline again interjected, hoping to at least get herself out of this mess, even if it meant sacrificing her Mother by having her give Dan a blow job just to satisfy him.

“For fucks sake just piss off and leave us alone Dan, otherwise I’m straight on the phone to Peter Harris, I know he told you to leave me alone and he’ll put a stop to ALL your perverted little games if he knows you’ve been trying it on with me ... and mum”!

“Sure Sis, go right ahead, you can use my phone if you wish ... hey you can even send him the photo I took of you and mum just then ... I take it your owner Mr. Harris is aware you and Mum are getting it on together today”

Suddenly poleaxed by Dan’s words, Caroline for the first time realised her brother knew far more about her relationship with Peter than she’d realised and that she needed to be far more conciliatory toward Dan if she were to ensure Peter remained unaware of today’s very enjoyable encounter with her mother.

“Look Dan, jus leave us to get dressed and we can talk then” replied Caroline, struggling to contain her anger toward the brother who’d just ruined her day, although unfortunately it wasn’t about to get any better, when placing a hand on one of his mother’s gold ringed nipples Dan replied.

“Sure we can Sis, but first I’m going to compare my mother and sister, so loose the sheet and then you two can lay there beside each other so I can judge you both”

“Please Dan ... this is silly ... please don’t make us do anything “ began Catherine before being cut off when Dan cruelly squeezed his Mother’s nipple, although Catherine knew she was in a difficult position after having so recently been fucked by both her son and his ‘girlfriend’ Sharon, while Caroline realised at least whatever Dan demanded wouldn’t result in her having to fuck her pervert brother.

“Okay you little creep, but if you even touch me I’m telling Peter Harris you forced me”

Which having just seen the photo of herself cuddling her naked Mother and unaware of Dan’s own problem with Annie Day, Caroline thought was a pretty lame argument, but one Dan surprisingly appeared to accept, when having released his mother’s nipple before stepping away from the bed, he replied.

“Okay then, let’s see you both lying side by side with your hands on your heads, then do as I tell you or the recording I made of you both goes straight to Mr. Harris”

Moments later, with Caroline having discarded the thin sheet covering her young voluptuous naked body, the almost identical blonde mother and daughter lay naked beside each other on Catherine’s bed with hands clasped to the top of their heads.

“Oh man ... are you two something else!” Exclaimed Dan, marvelling at two near identical naked bodies while only too aware of the erection he’s was building in his pants at thoughts fucking his sisters Ass while his mother licked his balls, then having them reverse positions, although even Dan realised that was going too far.

Urged on by Sharon, Dan may have at long last fulfilled his dream of fucking his Mother, but she had been tied up at the time and despite his power over her, without some real coercion on his part, Dan doubted Catherine would go that far again with his sister present and with her threats of Peter Harris in the background, nor would Caroline ever agree to such demands.

So Dan instead settled for some ball busting fun, when despite Caroline’s protestations and unaware they were being recorded by Dan’s hidden spy cams, both women carried out Dan’s demands they display more of their bodies to him by cupping and squeezing their breasts and pulling nipples, spreading their legs to display shaven pubic areas and even turning over and hands and knees before pulling their Asses apart to reveal to Dan both puckered Anal rings.

With enough cursing toward Dan to embarrass the devil himself while quickly dressing and grabbing her things, Caroline Dixon had eventually left the house with a slamming of the door and declaration that even if never seeing her brother Dan again it would be too soon.

Although Caroline was only too aware those curses had concealed a terrible throbbing between her legs, one had been growing since Dan had first caught her out naked in bed with her mother and it been more a sense of anger toward her inability to suppress illicit fantasies such as her being fucked by her own bother while licking her mother’s delightful cunt that had caused her to swear like never before at her brother, before slamming the door on her way out.

The feelings of Catherine Dixon who had stood in a dressing gown in the lounge while Caroline vented her fury toward Dan, were more complex in wanting to please both Daughter and son and certainly not to take sides in a argument she knew really boiled down the both of them laying claim to her.

Certainly on the one hand, when she was staying and working at the Manor House, Catherine knew beyond doubt she was under the control of her daughter, despite the attentions of Helen Coombe during filming sessions and her occasional overnight lovemaking with Helen when sanctioned by Peter Harris.

Otherwise Catherine was very much under the control of her daughter, when even during the threesome sex sessions she and Caroline ‘enjoyed’ with ‘ Master’ Peter Harris, Catherine’s instructions would usually come from her daughter.

Although when at home, it was her son Dan very much ruling the roost, as had been the case since Catherine had been returned home by Charles the chauffeur after her ‘training’ at the Manor House and where aside from entertaining the occasional friend, It was under the instructions of her son Dan that Catherine wore little or nothing around the house, Whether these be just tie side panties, thong or stockings and suspenders, a list of which and colours given to her on a weekly basis by Dan.

It was a situation Catherine had become surprisingly accustomed to and oddly even relaxed about, even when to having serve her son his meals while wearing no more than perhaps tie side panties while sitting opposite Dan at the table with her large breasts and gold ringed nipples fully on display to him.

“You realise Im going to punish you for trying to lock me out of the house Mother”

Words which Catherine hadn’t wanted to hear from her son after Caroline had slammed to front door behind her, although when looking up at her son was she surprised to hear Dan telling her.

“I know it’s been a while Mum, but you should remember how to do it, first you take a good hot bath then make yourself look beautiful and dressing in your best black stockings, suspenders and thong before crawling to my room with the riding crop between your teeth and knocking at my door on hands and knees”

Demands which sent more than a shudder running through Catherine’s body and a throbbing of her cunt when recalling the previous occasions she’d had to do so and it was with these thoughts in mind Catherine entered to the kitchen to prepare an evening meal for her son...

Karen Taylor

“You only have yourself to blame Mother, you and that bitch of yours, so don’t go blaming me or Trevor for the mess you are are in”

Sitting nervously on a sofa in the lounge of her large family home, wearing no more than a black bra along with its matching thong, garter belt stockings and four inch heels, her daughters cruel statement was a dagger through the heart to Karen Taylor, when coming after she’d just spent so much time pleading with Claire.

Pleading with her daughter not only to forgive her mother described as her moment of madness in allowing her ‘junior parter’ to ‘help herself ‘ to client funds, but plead that Claire put an end to what Karen referred to as ‘this nonsense’ of Claire and her boyfriend arbitrarily controlling her life on behalf of Sean Brady and the other monsters at his crazy so called Bookshop.

That rather than having to ask her daughter or Trevors permission for just about anything she did, Claire should at least allow her Mother the freedom to get properly dressed after having spent the past two days living a nightmare that’ll haunt her forever.

It hadn’t helped Karen that from the moment of leaving that strange bookshop office of Sean Brady, she’d remained dressed as she now was in her sexiest of lingerie, even when embarrassedly dashing from the bookshop door toward Trevors waiting car before cringing in the rear seat, thankful of the vehicles darkened rear windows, before doing the same when walking from the the driveway of the large house to the front door and then to the sofa, upon which Karen Taylor was now sitting.

“Please ... now look ... this nonsense has to stop now Claire, it’s ridiculous, you surely don’t expect me to become some sort of chattel toward you, doing your bidding and that of Sean Brady ... this is MY house for heavens sake, I won’t have it ... I won’t fucking have it ... you and Trevor will have to leave my house!” exclaimed Karen heatedly, while failing to acknowledge she’d only a few hours ago signed a contract committing herself to doing exactly that!.

Having been pre warned by Sean after taking her to one side and telling her, “This one will kick off as soon as you get her home and that’s when you and Trevor have to lay down the law to the bitch” Claire merely stood before her Mother with crossed arms and an expression telling Karen her gambit of bluffing her way out and bullying her daughter wasn’t going to work.

As Karen soon discovered, after languishing with his feet dangling over an armchair, Trevor jumped up and took the few short steps toward her without saying a word, before then grabbing a fistful of Karen’s long hair, hauling his girlfriends shocked mother to her feet and forcing her to stand only inches from her daughters angry face.

With Trevor then standing behind Karen and holding her arms in his strong young hands, Claire’s sudden slap across the face of her suddenly terrified mother came from nowhere.

“Most people get a Mother who looks after their kids, but what do I get” Claire Taylor snarled at her Mother only inches away before adding.

“Oh yes ... I just happen to get a lying cheating dyke bitch of a Mother who’ll fuck anyone just to get her own way and then rob them blind to line her own pockets ... and those of her bitch dyke lover...”

Before being able to even formulate some form of denial, her daughter was ripping away Karen’s bra and thong before harshly squeezing her Mother’s nipples and grabbing hold of her shaven pubic mound.

“Well you listen and listen good you lying bitch, you’ve been robbing people blind and cheating on dad for years, but now you’ve been found out you’ll do as your fucking told ... when you’re told, Sean Brady wasn’t fucking around Mother and neither am I or Trevor ... so get this through your fucking bitch head, the only people you’ll be fucking now are those you’re told to fuck, beginning with me and Trevor!”

Claire angrily explained to her fearful mother before she cried out in pain as digging her fingernails into her pubic mound and cunt lips, Claire added.

“Unless your pissing out of it, this cunt is all ours now you fucking bitch, just the same as you mouth and Ass”

Even after all she’d been put through by her daughter the previous night, Karen Taylor was astonished not only by language she’d never before heard from Claire, but with the extremely spiteful manner toward her Mother which accompanied it.