The Attic Master II
Copyright© 2026 by Cabrock
Chapter 5
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 5 - Continuation of "The Attic Master."
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Consensual Hypnosis Reluctant Cuckold Sharing Slut Wife Wimp Husband Incest Brother Sister Uncle BDSM DomSub MaleDom FemaleDom Light Bond Rough Interracial Black Male Black Female White Female Anal Sex Cream Pie Exhibitionism Pregnancy Sex Toys Squirting Voyeurism Nudism
“ ... where’s Tina?” I asked my sixteen-year-old daughter, Bess as I hurried through the house; anticipating my brother’s arrival.
“You mean Aunt Tina?” Bess replied as she began following me.
“No! Tina ... not your aunt anymore...” I replied in a grumpy tone.
“You mean she’s not your sister anymore?” Bess asked sarcastically, “How is that possible?”
“Just ... don’t call her aunt ... makes her feel old, I guess ... plus she’s a ... worker now!”
“A what!” Bess giggled as we came into the sitting room. Kytt was there; naked as always; skinny as hell. My kids were used to this situation by now; I’d tried to hide it at first, but Kytt’s exhibitionist fetish got the best of me.
“Get my cuck upstairs,” I whispered to Kytt, who jumped up immediately with an enthusiastic nod; Bess overheard me, I suspected when she gave me a teenage smirk.
“She means the attic,” Bess told Kytt as the naked girl hurried by her.
“I do not!” I snapped at her; trying to reinforce my ban on this topic.
“Whatever...” Bess said dismissively as she crossed her arms and tried to step passed me; I grabbed her arm to prevent it.
“Find Tina for me!” I demanded.
“Mom—I know what goes on up there,” she retorted, “with my non-aunt!”
“You do not!” I scolded her just as the doorbell rang.
“Do you want her naked?” Bess asked defiantly; No, I told her and then sent her to answer the door; expecting it to be her uncle, Larin. I was starting to lose my lust for cuck at this point; damn uppity teenager!
“It’s Canton!” Bess called out from the entrance way, “He’s on his knees again.”
“What!” I yelled back angrily, “Shit,” I then muttered to myself; I thought I’d trained him not to do that in front of my daughters. “Slap him for me—hard!” I called out as I caught sight of my sister, Tina. “Get upstairs—put a hood on!” I commanded her; she didn’t hesitate before scurrying off; obviously sensing my ire.
“You really want me to slap him?” came Bess’s distant voice.
“NO!” I yelled back as I thought about going up to the attic now and letting Bess send my brother up when he got here.
“He wants me to!” Bess called back.
“Huh?” I called out, “How do you know that?”
“His kissing my feet—and nodding his head—mom, what should I do?”
I could hear the frustration in my daughter’s voice now as I hurried toward the front entrance way. Etiquette required my cucks to sit in the chair there before me or one of the other mistresses found time for them. “I’m going to break his balls,” I muttered to myself angrily as I came around the corner; finding my daughter leaning back against the door, lording over my cuck, who was now licking the tips of her shoes; her giggling real pissed me off for some reason.
“If Asha sees you, she’ll want the same,” I growled at my daughter as I yanked her by the arm out of reach of Cantor’s tongue.
“So what ... it’s harmless, mom...”
SLAP!
My blow to Cantor’s face surprised the cuck and my daughter with its ferocity and nearly floored him; fuck that felt good! “Go upstairs—right now!” I yelled at him.
“How many people you got up there?” Bess asked with a curious look on her face as Cantor quickly hurried off.
“Never mind ... just ... answer the door when your Uncle Larin gets here. Tell him I’m upstairs.”
“Is he still my uncle? Should he kiss my feet?”
“BESS!” I barked at her with a mean look on my face; causing her to cringe into a corner. “So help me God, I will spank you in front of him!”
“Sorry,” she squeaked.
None of my subs were as troublesome as Bess, I reminded myself as I walked away in a huff; of course, those I could literally whip as punishment; never been so tempted to do it to her as I was at this moment; fuck could she press my buttons!
Bzzz!
“I’m just about there,” came my brother’s text.
“Ok. Squeeze your niece’s butt cheek when you come in. Put her in her place!” I texted back with an evil grin on my face; he wouldn’t do it, I assured myself.
“Suggest you take a parenting class,” came the reply, “State law is pretty clear on this.”
“Ask her first!” I texted back quickly as I began climbing the stairs to the second floor; Fuck, I needed an elevator; three flights of stairs to get to the attic was more than I wanted right now.
“She at least sixteen?”