Chapter 2

Alex’s perspective

I woke up to the warmth of Emily’s body wrapped around mine. I couldn’t believe my eyes, so I pinched myself multiple times to check if this was just a dream. But the pain from the pinch told me that this was reality. I was actually lying in bed with Emily, the woman I had lusted after for so long.

I slowly got up and turned towards Emily, my eyes fixed on her peaceful face. She was sleeping like an angel, her chest rising and falling with each breath. My gaze drifted down to her boobs, and I couldn’t help but feel a surge of desire. My dick started to get hard as I imagined all the unthinkable things I could do to her.

But my stomach had other plans, growling loudly and reminding me that I was thirsty. I tried to ignore it, my attention still fixed on Emily’s boobs. I leaned in closer, my mouth watering at the sight of her nipples.

I closed my mouth around one of them, feeling it harden in my mouth. I sucked gently, wondering if she would produce any milk. If she did, I would have drunk every last drop, I thought to myself. The idea sent a shiver down my spine, and I sucked harder, feeling my desire for her grow.

I quickly got out of bed and started getting ready for the day. I threw on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, and then headed to the kitchen to make some breakfast. I was starving, and I knew Emily must be too. I wanted to surprise her with a delicious meal, something that would make her happy and start the day off right.

As I entered the kitchen, I started thinking about what I could make. Pancakes, eggs, bacon - the possibilities were endless. I decided on a classic breakfast combo: scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, and toasted pancakes. I got to work, cracking eggs into a bowl and whisking them together with a fork. The sizzle of the bacon in the pan filled the air, making my stomach growl with anticipation.

Emily’s perspective –

I slowly opened my eyes, feeling a wave of soreness wash over me. I was naked, and my body felt bruised and battered. As I looked around the room, memories of the previous night came flooding back. My eyes widened in horror as I recalled the events that had transpired.

Eric, my husband, had given me away to his own son. The pact, I remembered something about a pact. But what did it mean? And then I remembered the way Alex had taken me, the way he had raped me and fucked me without my consent. I felt a wave of nausea wash over me as I realized the truth.

Oh my god, Alex had raped me. He had taken advantage of me, and I had let him. I felt a deep sense of shame and guilt, and my heart was broken. How could Eric do this to me? How could he give me away to his son like I was some kind of object?

But there was something more, something that made this whole situation even more twisted. Something that only Eric and I knew. Alex was my biological son. I had left Eric and Alex years ago, when I fell in love with Amy. I was a bisexual, and I had found happiness with her. It was a mutual understanding between Eric and me, and I had thought that we had all moved on with our lives.

This was wrong, so wrong. Alex shouldn’t have fucked me. He shouldn’t have taken advantage of me like that. And Eric, my husband, shouldn’t have given me away to him.

I tried to get up and walk, but my knees felt weak and wobbly. I managed to make my way to the shower, hoping that the warm water would help to wash away the shame and guilt that I was feeling. As I stood under the stream of water, I couldn’t help but recall about what had happened the night before.

Alex had fucked me like no one had ever fucked me before. It was wrong, I knew that. He was my son, and I shouldn’t be feeling this way. But as I thought about it, I couldn’t help but feel a spark of arousal. Maybe it was the taboo nature of it all, or maybe it was the fact that I still love Alex. Whatever it was, I couldn’t deny the way my body was responding.

As I washed myself, I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me. I was ashamed of myself, but I couldn’t help the way I was feeling. I thought about Alex’s hands on my body, his cock inside me, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. It was wrong, but it was also exhilarating.

As I finished getting ready, I couldn’t help but think about Alex and how he might be feeling. Did he feel guilty about what had happened the night before? Was he still in the house, or had he left? What was he waiting for me to do or say?

I made my way downstairs, my stomach growling with anticipation. As I entered the kitchen, I was greeted by the delicious smell of breakfast. And there, standing at the stove, was Alex. He was cracking eggs into a bowl, a look of concentration on his face. But what really caught my attention was the humming. He was humming a happy tune, and it looked like he was genuinely enjoying himself.

As I watched him, I felt a pang of happiness. It was strange, considering what had happened the night before, but seeing Alex happy made me feel happy too. I couldn’t explain it, but there was something about his carefree attitude that was infectious.

I stood there for a moment, watching him, and feeling a sense of wonder. How could he be so happy after what had happened? Didn’t he feel guilty or ashamed? But as I looked at him, I realized that maybe he didn’t. Maybe he was just enjoying the moment, and not worrying about the consequences.

I took a deep breath and stepped into the kitchen, announcing my presence. Alex turned around, a smile on his face, and our eyes met.

Alex pulled out a chair for her to sit, and she took a seat. He then spread out a delicious-looking breakfast in front of her. The sight of the food made her stomach growl with hunger. She hadn’t eaten anything since the night before, when Alex had thrown himself on her, and she was starting to feel weak from hunger.

Her eyes widened as she took in the spread before her. There were eggs, bacon, pancakes, and fruit, all perfectly cooked and presented. She couldn’t help but feel a pang of gratitude towards Alex for taking the time to make her such a wonderful meal.

She dug in, savoring the flavors and textures of the food. It was all so delicious, and she couldn’t help but eat quickly, her hunger getting the better of her.

Alex’s perspective -

They finished their breakfast in silence, the only sound being the clinking of her utensils against the plate. I could tell she was trying to gather her thoughts, to process what had happened the night before.

As she pushed her plate away, she looked up at me and said, “Alex, we need to talk...”

But I wasn’t ready to talk. I didn’t want to hear her say that what had happened was a mistake, that it was wrong. I didn’t want to hear her try to justify or rationalize it. I just wanted to savor the feeling of being with her, of having her in my life.

So I turned and walked out of the kitchen, leaving her sitting alone at the table. I made my way to the living room and sat down on the couch, trying to clear my head and gather my thoughts.

I could hear Emily following me, her footsteps light on the floor. She came into the living room and stood behind me, her voice hesitant as she said, “Alex, please ... we need to talk about what happened last night.”

But I just sat there, not responding, not even looking at her. Emily slowly sat down across from me, her eyes fixed on me as she tried to get my attention. But I avoided eye contact, pretending to be interested in the blank TV screen in front of me.

As soon as Emily spoke up, I quickly got up from the couch, saying “One minute” and hurrying out of the room. I left her sitting there, looking confused and concerned.

But I was back in just one minute, just like I had promised. And when I returned, I had a surprise for her. I was holding a French maid costume, and I tossed it onto her lap.

The costume was a revealing black and white outfit, complete with a short skirt and a low-cut top. It was the kind of thing that I had always fantasized about seeing Emily wear, and I couldn’t wait to see her in it.

I had found it in my dad’s collection of costumes, a stash that he had accumulated over the years to fuel his kinky desires. I had rummaged through the collection, searching for the perfect outfit to make my fantasy a reality. And when I saw the French maid costume, I knew it was the one. I was pretty sure that my dad had never used this costume with Emily before.

I stood there, watching as Emily’s eyes widened in shock and surprise. She looked up at me, her face a mixture of confusion and anger. “What is this?” she demanded, her voice firm but shaking with emotion.

I just smiled, enjoying the look of shock on her face. “I want you to wear it,” I said, my voice low and husky. “I want to see you in it.”

I looked at Emily, my eyes locked on hers as I told her what I wanted. “I want you to wear this costume and do the house chores,” I said, my voice low and husky. “I want you to vacuum and mop and clean, all while wearing this sexy outfit.”

But that wasn’t all I wanted. I took a step closer to her, my voice dropping to a whisper. “I want you to blow me while wearing this costume,” I said, my eyes burning with desire. “I want you to take my cock in your mouth and suck it hard, all while dressed up like a sexy French maid.”

And still, that wasn’t all. I reached out and touched her face, my fingers tracing the curve of her cheek. “I want you to fuck me while wearing this costume,” I said, my voice filled with longing. “I want you to take my cock into your pussy and your asshole, to feel me deep inside you as you wear this sexy outfit.”

I could see the shock and surprise in Emily’s eyes, but I could also see the desire.

Emily’s face was filled with a mix of shock, disgust, and sadness as she looked at me. “This is all wrong, Alex,” she said, her voice shaking. “I’m your mother. Don’t do this.”

I still love your father,” she said. “Maybe what happened last night was a one-time thing, but this ... this is too much.”

But I just smiled, a cold, calculating smile. “You forget about the pact, Mother,” I said, my voice dripping with malice.

Emily’s confusion was evident on her face. “What pact?” she asked, her voice hesitant.

I took a step closer to her, my eyes locked on hers. “The pact between Father and me,” I explained. “The pact where he gives me permission to have you, to use you as I see fit.”

I paused, a sly grin spreading across my face. “And in return, he could use any of my girlfriends,” I said, my voice dripping with excitement. “We share them and have them together. Something he didn’t agree to before, but now things have changed. We have a pact.”

Emily’s eyes widened in horror as she realized the truth. “No,” she whispered. “That can’t be. Your father would never agree to such a thing.”

But I just laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. “Oh, but he did,” I said. “And now, you’re mine. You’re mine to do with as I please. And he gets to enjoy the benefits of our little arrangement too.”

Emily’s face was set in a determined expression. “I won’t agree to this,” she said. “I’ll talk to your father about this. He’ll never let this happen.”

I smiled a little bit, and Emily’s expression changed to one of worry. She looked at me with a mix of fear and concern, and I could tell she was trying to gauge my next move.

“I’ll leave you alone,” I said, my voice low and even. “But only if my father revokes the pact. If he doesn’t break the pact and the pact remains, then you have to be my slave.”

“I won’t agree to this pact,” she said, her voice firm. “Even if your father doesn’t want to break it, I won’t agree to it. I love him more than anything, and I want to be your mom. I want to take care of both of you and be a part of this family, not as a slave.”

I looked at Emily, my expression cold and calculating. “I love my father too,” I said, my voice dripping with malice. “But if you won’t agree to the pact, then you can no longer be part of this family.”

I took a step closer to her, my eyes locked on hers. “I will make sure he leaves you,” I said, my voice firm. “You think you’re so special, don’t you? You think you’re the only one who loves him? But let me tell you, my father loves me more than anyone. Including you.”

I smiled, a cold, cruel smile. “I’m his son, his flesh and blood. And he will always choose me over you. So, if you won’t agree to the pact, then you’re out of here. You’ll be nothing to him, nothing to me. You’ll be just a distant memory, a relic of a past that no longer exists.”

I turned to leave, but not before giving Emily an ultimatum. “You can talk to my father all you want,” I said, my voice dripping with confidence. “But if you agree to the pact, wear that French maid costume and get ready to be fucked.”

I winked at her, a sly smile spreading across my face. And with that, I turned and walked out of the house, leaving Emily sitting there in shock and nervousness.

Emily’s perspective -

I sat in the same spot for what felt like an eternity, my mind racing with thoughts and emotions. The entire day had passed, and I hadn’t seen Alex anywhere in the house. I was grateful for the silence, but at the same time, I was anxious to talk to Eric and get some answers.

As I sat there, I found myself nibbling on my fingers, specifically, I was biting my fingernails and pressing my fingers together, a habit that I often did when I was anxious or nervous. My hands were clenched together, my fingers interlocked as I pressed them tightly together, a sign of my inner turmoil.

I tried to call Eric multiple times, but every time, it ended up in voicemail. I left a message, my voice shaking with emotion, asking him to call me back as soon as possible. I needed to talk to him, to get some answers, to understand what was going on.

As I waited for Eric to call me back, I couldn’t help but think about Alex’s words. He had said that Eric would choose him over me, that he would always prioritize his son’s needs over mine. I didn’t want to believe it, but a part of me wondered if it was true.

I thought back to the past, to the decision I had made to leave Alex and Eric behind. I had done the most horrible thing, abandoning them to be with Amy, my girlfriend and wife. I was bi-sexual, just like Amy, and I had fallen deeply in love with her.

But the truth was, I still loved Alex and Eric too. I had never stopped loving them, and when I returned to them, I thought I could be the mom Alex never had, providing love and support to both of them. I wanted to make up for lost time, to be there for them in a way I hadn’t been before.

Eric had been upset when I first told him about my affair with Amy, but later he had come to support my lifestyle. He had accepted me for who I was, and I was grateful for that.

But never, in a million years, had I thought that things would turn out like this. I had never imagined that Alex would grow up to be so twisted, so manipulative. I had never thought that he would turn on me like this.

As the night wore on, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease. Eric still hadn’t called me back, and I was starting to worry that he was avoiding me. I tried to push the thought aside and focus on the task at hand, which was to try and talk to Alex and convince him to reconsider his demands.

I prepared dinner, hoping that Alex would come home and we could sit down and talk. But as the hours ticked by, there was no sign of him. I started to feel anxious, wondering if he was okay and if he was going to come home at all.

Finally, just as I was starting to lose hope, I heard the door open and Alex walked in. But my relief was short-lived, as he barely even acknowledged my presence. He walked into the kitchen, poured himself a glass of water, and muttered something about already eating outside.

I tried to talk to him, to reach out to him, but he just ignored me. He didn’t even look at me, just turned and walked away, saying he was going to go crash on his bed.

I sat at the kitchen table, eating the breakfast that Alex had left for me. It was a quiet morning, with no sign of Alex anywhere in the house. I was starting to feel like I was living in a ghost town, with no one to talk to or interact with.

Just as I was finishing up my breakfast, my phone rang. I answered it, and Eric’s voice was on the other end. “Baby! Sorry about that. It’s quite hectic around here,” he said, sounding like nothing was wrong.

But I knew that something was very wrong. “What is the pact?” I asked him, my voice firm. “And why did you give me away like that to our son?”

Eric sighed, and I could hear the reluctance in his voice. “Sorry babe! What do you expect? He’s like stubborn as his old man. I know he’ll be hurt for real, and I couldn’t bear it.”

I hissed in anger, feeling like Eric was avoiding the question. “THE PACT?” I demanded.

“Oh, yeah,” Eric said, sounding casual. “He did come up with that silly thing and stuck to it for a long time. There was no other way around it.”

I felt a surge of anger and frustration. “I don’t agree to it,” I said. “I’m his mother.”

Eric’s voice was calm, but I could sense a hint of warning. “About that ... did you tell him?”

I hesitated, unsure of what to say. “NOO! Not after what he’s done!” I exclaimed.

Eric’s voice was sympathetic, but firm. “Sorry honey! I really can’t help you. Please listen to what he says. Eventually, I’ll hook him up with someone else. Oh ... I got to go back! Some emergency here.”

I felt a sense of desperation, knowing that Eric was about to hang up on me. “No wait ... We need to tell him, he’ll understand once he knows I’m his biological mom,” I said, trying to reason with him.

But it was too late. Eric had already cut off the line, leaving me sitting on the couch with the phone still in my hand. I felt lost and uncertain, with no idea what the future held.

For the next few days, I tried to reason with Alex whenever I got the chance. But most of the time, he ignored me, acting like I was invisible. It was frustrating and hurtful, but I refused to give up.

But then, there were times when he would sit at the dining table while I was cooking, and he would do something that would make my heart skip a beat. He would get up, go to my closet, and grab one of my panties and bras. And then, right in front of me, he would start masturbating with them.

I felt a mix of emotions, shock, embarrassment, and a strange sense of arousal. I didn’t know how to react, or what to say. Part of me wanted to tell him to stop, to scold him for his behavior. But another part of me was drawn to the way he was looking at me, the way he was using my underwear to pleasure himself.

I thought back to my relationship with Eric, how he had been the dominant one, and how I had responded to that. And then, with Amy, it was the same thing. I had always needed someone to take control, to be the dominant figure in my life.

And now, it seemed like Alex was filling that role. My own son, who was supposed to be my child, my dependent, was now taking on a dominant role in my life. It was twisted and wrong, but at the same time, it was also strangely exhilarating.

I didn’t know what to do, or how to feel. Part of me was horrified by what was happening, but another part of me was drawn to it. I felt like I was losing myself, like I was being pulled into a dark and twisted world that I didn’t understand.

Sometimes, Alex would bring one of his busty girlfriends over to the house, and he would fuck them right in front of me. He would do it in the hallway, or in the living room, wherever he wanted. He didn’t care that I was watching, or that I might be uncomfortable.

I would feel a mix of emotions, disgust and arousal, as I watched him with his girlfriends. I would see the way he would touch them, the way he would kiss them, and the way he would fuck them. It was like he was putting on a show for me, and I couldn’t help but watch.

I stood there, frozen in shock and arousal, as Alex fucked his girlfriend on the couch. She was on all fours, her ass in the air, and Alex was behind her, pounding into her with a ferocity.

His girlfriend was moaning and screaming, her voice hoarse from the rough treatment. “Ahhww ... Mhhhhh ... Ohhhhhh ... Baby!! not that rough. Please take it slow,” she begged, but Alex just kept going, his eyes fixed on me as he fucked her.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as he looked at me, his eyes locked on mine as he destroyed his girlfriend. It was like he was trying to prove a point, to show me that he was in control, that he could do whatever he wanted.

And then, I recalled the night he had fucked me, just a few days earlier. He had taken me on his bed, and then on my bed, like I was some kind of whore. He had used me, abused me, and discarded me, without any care or consideration.

I felt a wave of shame and humiliation wash over me as I remembered the way he had treated me. And now, as I watched him fuck his girlfriend, I felt like I was reliving that night all over again.

But despite the shame and humiliation, I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of arousal. There was something about the way Alex was fucking his girlfriend, something about the way he was dominating her, that was turning me on.

His girlfriends were initially hesitant and embarrassed by the way he treated them in front of me. They would glance at me nervously, their eyes darting back and forth between Alex and me.

But as the days went by, I saw them grow into it. They began to enjoy the attention, the thrill of being part of Alex’s sick play. They would start to participate, to play along, and even to initiate some of the twisted games that Alex would play.

One of his girlfriends, a petite blonde with a pierced nose, caught my eye as she looked at me with a sly smile. “Hmmm ... Mommy! ... Do you want to get fucked like that ... by your own step-son? ... Ahhh...” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm and seduction.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as I heard her words. It was like she was taunting me, teasing me, and tempting me all at once. I didn’t know how to respond, or what to say. All I could do was stand there, frozen in shock and arousal, as Alex’s girlfriend continued to play her part in his twisted game.

Most nights, I would find myself alone in my room, surrounded by the toys and devices that I had. I would lie on my bed, my mind racing with thoughts of Alex and the way he would fuck his girlfriends.

But as I lay there, I wouldn’t be thinking about them. I would be thinking about myself, imagining that it was me who was getting pounded by Alex. I would think about the positions he could fuck me in, the ways he could take me and make me his.

I would look down at my breasts, my nipples hardening as I thought about how I could use them to satisfy Alex. I would pinch them, calling out his name as I did so. “Alex, oh Alex,” I would moan.

And then, I would take out my toys. I would use them to fuck myself, rough and hard, just like Alex would. I would imagine that it was his cock inside me, pounding me and taking me to new heights of pleasure.

As I masturbated, I would feel a sense of longing. I would miss the way Alex had fucked me, the way he had taken me and made me his. I knew that no one had ever fucked me like he did, and I couldn’t help but crave that feeling again.

Alex’s perspective -

Days went by, almost a week, and I could see the change in Emily. She was broken, or at least, she was starting to break. I had shown her what I was capable of.

At nights, I would turn on the camera and watch her masturbate. I would watch her, mesmerized, as she touched herself and brought herself to orgasm.

It was a beautiful sight, and it made me feel powerful. I was the one who had driven her to this point, who had made her so desperate for pleasure that she was willing to do it herself. And as I watched her, I would get off, my own pleasure building as I saw her climax.

As I continued to manipulate Emily, I was also secretly researching Rachel, the name that had slipped out of her mouth when she was first masturbating in the house. I was determined to find out who this Rachel was, and what her connection was to Emily and his dad.

After digging deep, I finally discovered the truth. Rachel was Emily’s daughter from her ex-girlfriend/wife Amy. I couldn’t believe it. My father, Eric, had been fucking both mother and daughter in a threesome for a long time. I felt a mix of emotions - shock, anger, and jealousy.

I couldn’t help but think about how lucky my father was. He was living his fantasy, fucking two of the most beautiful women in the world. Emily and Rachel were both hot bombshells, and I couldn’t believe that my father had been able to snag them both.

As I thought about it more, I felt a pang of regret. If I had agreed to the pact earlier, I could have made all my dreams come true. I could have been also fucking Emily and Rachel. But it wasn’t just about the sex. It was about the power and control that came with it. My father had been able to manipulate both Emily and Rachel, getting them to do his bidding and fulfilling his every fantasy. I wanted that kind of power and control for myself.

Emily’s perspective -

I lay in bed, listening to the sounds of Alex and his latest girlfriend coming from the living room. It was a familiar routine now, one that I had grown to dread and yet, somehow, anticipate. He would bring home these slutty girls, and they would spend hours fucking and screaming, making sure that I knew exactly what was going on.

It was a hellish existence, one that I felt trapped in. I couldn’t escape the sounds, the smells, the feeling of being constantly teased and taunted. Alex would often glance at me, a smirk on his face, as he fucked his girlfriends. He knew exactly what he was doing, exactly how to push my buttons.

And yet, despite the revulsion I felt, despite the anger and the hurt, I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of desire. It was wrong, I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t help myself. I would lie in bed, listening to the sounds of their fucking, and I would feel a pang of jealousy. I wanted to be the one he was fucking, I wanted to be the one he was touching.

Sometimes, in the middle of the night, I would find myself hoping that Alex would come to my room, that he would take me like he did that night. I knew it was wrong, I knew it was twisted, but I couldn’t help myself. I was trapped in this hell, and I didn’t know how to escape.

I thought about Eric, about how he had always been my rock, my safe haven. I wished he was here, I wished he would come back and save me from this hell. I knew he would, I knew he would come back and take me away from all this.

Sometimes, I sat on the couch, phone in hand, waiting for Eric to pick up. When he finally did, I poured out my heart to him, telling him everything that had been happening with Alex. But before I could even finish, he cut me off. “You gotta listen to what he says,” he said, his voice firm but distant.

I felt a surge of frustration and desperation. That’s all he ever said. He never listened to me, never seemed to care about what I was going through. But I tried to stay calm, to keep the conversation going. “Eric, please, you don’t understand. Alex is out of control. He’s doing things that are ... that are...”

But Eric just repeated himself. “You gotta listen to what he says.” And then he was gone, the line dead.

I sat there, feeling defeated and alone. But as I looked at the calendar, I saw that today was Eric’s last day away. He would be back tomorrow, and I had confidence that once we talked in person, he would see the gravity of the situation. He would understand what I was going through, and he would take action to stop Alex.

Once he is here, Eric will give me relief from all the sexual frustration that has been building up inside me. Day by day, I was finding it harder to resist Alex’s provocations, and I was afraid that if Eric didn’t come back soon, I would end up crawling on my knees and sucking Alex’s cock myself.

The thought sent a shiver down my spine, a mix of shame and desire that I couldn’t shake off. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t help the way I felt.

I was preparing dinner, waiting for Alex to come home with one of his girlfriends, just like he always did. The door opened and closed, and I heard the sound of footsteps, the rustle of clothes, and the murmur of voices. Suddenly, I heard a voice that made my heart skip a beat.

“Mom!!!” Rachel exclaimed, her voice ringing out from the hallway.

I spun around, my eyes scanning the scene before me. Rachel, my beautiful, innocent daughter, was standing in the hallway with Alex. Her eyes were shining with excitement, and her face was flushed with pleasure. But it was Alex’s expression that caught my attention. A smirk, a look of triumph, as if he had won some twisted game.

“Rachel!! What are you doing here?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

“Mom??!!” exclaimed Rachel, her voice filled with excitement and a hint of surprise.