Chapter 5: The Following Morning

I shrugged, heading to my room to phone Tasha. I didn’t think she’d be bothered by my mother being there, too, but it was best to make sure. “Hey, gorgeous,” Tasha said when I called her. “What’s up?”

“Me, not up, you,” I teased. “I plan on fixing that tomorrow night.”

“Aww, how sweet,” Tasha joked back. “You miss me.”

I’d become quite adept at using my strap-on. Unlike Tasha’s, mine is a double-ended one that I was tight enough to use on her without having to buckle it on. However, I usually did it for extra security. Tasha was quite dominant herself, so she typically took the lead when we fucked. However, at least once during the night, Tash, as I liked to call her, wanted to be held down and fucked, and I was more than happy to do that for her.

“Of course, I miss you,” I kidded. “I was never that good a shot, and you run so fast.” Tasha was training for the 2026 Commonwealth Games in the 400m hurdles. She just missed making the team for the Olympics, but qualification for the Com Games wasn’t as strict as for the Olympics, so I thought she’d make this team.

“Straight into your arms, baby. Straight into your arms. Anyway, as I said, what’s up?”

“Mum’s appeared out of the woodwork,” I told her.

“She has?” Tash gasped. “Where is she?” Of course, I’d told her all about Mum and Dad and how Mum had ripped his heart out and stomped on it in front of him.

“At my place. She looks like shit and says she’s been living on the streets in Sydney for about a year. You’ll meet her tomorrow night. Well, assuming you still want to come over?”

“Of course, I’m coming, silly,” Tasha admonished. “You’re my girlfriend, and I wouldn’t miss a date with you for the world.”

“I just thought maybe Mum being there might freak you out,” I explained.

“Hmm,” Tasha said teasingly. “If she’s hot like you, maybe I’ll swap you for an older model.”

“She used to be,” I admitted. “But she’s been living rough, as I said, and she looks like a scarecrow at the moment.”

“Jayz, Carina. You sure know how to pick your parents. An alcoholic tranny for a father, and a drug-fucked mother.”

Fortunately, I knew my girlfriend was kidding, right? “She’s not on the gear,” I defended. “Gordon ran blood tests to make sure. But it sounds like she tried to starve herself to death.”

“So, a suicidal drug-fuck?” Tasha teased. “That’s so much better. Makes my stick-up-their-asses, religious parents seem almost normal.”

“I’m ignoring you,” I told her. “Because I’m lying on my back on my bed. I’m naked, and I’ve just showered and moisturised my long, shapely legs. My button is thick and aroused and my pussy’s wet because I’ve been playing with myself and imagining eating my girlfriend’s pussy.”

“That is so unfair,” Tasha growled, arousal heavy in her voice. “I’m at the athletic club where I can’t get myself off.”

“Yeah, shame that,” I teased. “See you when you get here tomorrow.”

“I will spank you when I get there,” Tash forcefully said.

“Oh, promises, promised,” I kidded. “Besides, you’ll be too busy holding my head to your pussy and screaming with pleasure to remember to spank me.”

“Bitch!” Tasha giggled. “I’ll hold you to that.”

“That being your pussy?” I asked innocently. “Isn’t that what I just said?”

“Alright, smarty-pants, with the clever word games. I have to go run laps. See you tomorrow, lover.”

“Looking forward to it. I love you, Tasha Melancholy (her name was Malakhov, so close enough).”

“Love you, too, Moreshit (Morshuis, so you know, pet names).” She disconnected the call.

Gordon and Dad joined me in my bed that night. I loved it when Gordon bent Dad over and rammed his thick cock into Dad’s ass. Dad is such a submissive slut that he orgasms to the pain every time. Inevitably, Gordon makes Dad wear his cock cage when he plays with him. Because Dad’s cock can’t get hard, his mind gives him a P-spot orgasm instead of a cock based one, which are apparently much more intense.

Not long after Gordon had joined Dad and me in bed for the first time, he gave me a comparison by continuously tapping on and stroking my G-spot until I had the most intense orgasm I’d ever had. I can tell you that if a P-spot orgasm is as fierce as a G-spot one, then it was no wonder that Dad was non compos mentis for several minutes afterwards.

Of course, the night’s highlight was being double-penetrated. I got done both ways. The first time I rode Gordon as Dad fucked my ass, and then after we recovered, I rode Dad as Gordon banged me in my bottom. I was sure Dad had shut my door when he and Gordon entered my room, but my door was partially open when I got up to clean myself. I shrugged and shut it, then rejoined my men in bed.

When I got up, Mum was already sitting at the kitchen table. Dad was showering in my en suite, and I didn’t know where Gordon was, sleeping in the guest room, I assumed. She looked away embarrassedly when I entered the room, and acting intuitively, I said, “Did you enjoy the show last night?

Mum blushed bright red, which confirmed my intuition, but replied, “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Carina.”

I looked at her steadily and said, “You will refer to me as Mistress, Mandy. This is my domain now. If you want to live beneath its rooves, then you will acknowledge me as Mistress of this domain.”

“I am your mother, Carina,” Mum sputtered. “I will do no such thing!”

“You gave up that title, Mandy,” I growled. “You thought with your slut cunt and not your minuscule brain. If you will not acknowledge me as your Mistress, then Dad will drop your flabby ass in The Valley on his way to work, and you can return to the streets.”

“You’d condemn your mother to the streets?” Mum gasped.

“If I had one, then no,” I snarled disparagingly. “But I don’t have one, do I, Mandy? I have an egg donor who abandoned her only child to pursue a wealthier life.”

And there it was—that instant look of lustful arousal and denial. Thinking about submitting to her daughter excited Mum; she just hadn’t admitted to that desire yet. Mum blinked, and the look was hidden behind dutiful acceptance.

“The dress you’re wearing will do until we can go shopping,” I informed her. “I’m taking today off uni, too, and after breakfast, we’ll shop for some clothes that will fit. I’ll make omelettes because my lovers,” sticking the knife in, “Gordon and Dad like them. While I’m preparing them, you will use the en suite in my room. After showering, you will use the razors in the medicine cabinet to remove all hair below your chin. Then, you will return to the kitchen naked so I can ensure you have obeyed.”

Mum opened her mouth to protest, but before she could, I growled, “Do not test me, Mandy. You will not like my response. I’m not above taking the rolling pin to your ass like I had to do to Dad several times before he learned to obey me.”

Mum stood and meekly left for my room. Dad passed her in the kitchen doorway, and he turned to look at her wonderingly. He turned back to me, and I shrugged. He didn’t need to know that I’d decided to make my mother my submissive slut. I handed him an omelette, which he ate, and then he left for work. I can’t tell you how proud I am of him. He’s a completely different person since transitioning—focused, determined, loving, and caring. I love him so much.

Gordon bustled in after Dad had left, complaining about being late for the clinic. I put his omelette in a takeaway container, added a plastic fork and a coffee in a travel mug, and sent him on his way. He laughed when I spanked his muscular ass on his way out. “Love you, too, Carina,” he chuckled. “See you tonight.”