Part 42

Chapter 1

The very last place a very worried Dan Dixon would have wanted to be right now was in Stuart Hall’s car making its way toward the cottage on the large grounds of the Manor House, the cottage occupied by sis Sister Caroline and the formidable Charles Smith, currently in prison awaiting trial on drugs charges.

Certainly Dan had every reason to be worried, for although he’d weeks earlier been told by Caroline Dixon she was expecting his child, Dan had as yet said nothing to anyone about those couple of days he’d spent ceaselessly fucking his Sister in the hope she would have been knocked up by him, certainly not Stuart Hall who Dan thought would have gone seriously ballistic.

Ballistic because only motive of Dan Dixon when doing so was to prove he could do just as David Harris had done with his Mother Catherine, when impregnating her with either his or his brother’s child, without even thinking of the consequences.

Although after a brief period of visiting Dans Mother when nine months later she produced the sixteen year olds child, when visiting his new ‘family’, David Harris had spent much of that time suckling Catherine’s breast milk until the sixteen year David soon became bored with the whole idea of his being a teenage father when saying. ‘ Anyway, the kids mother is only one of my Fathers whores”, and then David Harris simply walked away from his new son Peter and any responsibility for the baby he’d produced after night of the continuous all but rape of Catherine Dixon.

A continuous rape of Catherine Dixon aided and abetted by Catherines daughter Caroline, when after the eventual departure of David and Mark Dixon, Caroline had then ensured her Mother remained in bed with her all night with her pillows beneath Catherine’s thighs, where Caroline would often rub her Mothers stomach, as if to assist in helping her unwilling Mother to become pregnant with a child of either David or Mark Harris. Which to the mortification of Catherine Dixon, eventually proved to be the case.

However, after the departure of David Harris, much of the responsibility for the care of baby Peter Harris fell upon the shoulders of Catherine son Dan Dixon when his mother resumed her duties as ‘a working girl’ and so grew the animosity of Dan Dixon toward his sister Caroline for her engineering his Mothers pregnancy at the hands of David and Mark Harris.

For even though pretty much controlling his Mother Catherine until the whirlwind arrival on the scene of Stuart Hall, Dan was determined to extract upon his revenge upon his sister. The opportunity to do so eventually arose with the imprisonment of the brutal Charles Smith, the protector of Caroline Dixon, giving Dan the idea of spending an entire whole fucking Caroline an while in the process denying Caroline access to any birth control pills.

In the event Dan had taken his just revenge upon his sister, even to the extent that the huge Dog Duke, who Caroline had assumed would protect her, was seemingly enjoying the action before him and even wanting to join in. That his ploy had worked when Caroline eventually told Dan she was pregnant with his child, initially left Dan Dixon ecstatic and jubilant ... until a stark reality eventually set in, namely Dan having to confront a raging Charles Smith should he be found not guilty of drugs charges and of course the formidable anger of Stuart Hall, who’d already discussed with Dan his and Richards plans for turning Dans sister into a real money maker for them.

Eventually, with his Mother spending the night with an unknown client, it was to Stuart Hall Dan decided to confess his problems, along with the opportunity of visiting the home of Annie Day. So having hastily arranged for his on off girlfriend Sharon/Poppy to look after young Peter in his Mothers absence, who was apparently staying overnight with a client, Dan then drove to the out of town house of Annie Day, hoping for the added bonus of also seeing the busty Carol Hayward, now living and working for Stuart Hall in the home of Annie Day, a home recently converted into a private ‘Fetish Club’ by Stuart and his boss Richard...

Chapter 2

“Ohhh oh ... oh ... oh ... my god!” “Just a little more Baby, Papa is being easy on his little baby here so be a good girl for Papa and run those hands over his paps, your Papa just loves that” But ... oh my ... it hurts so much ... it really does” “Didn’t Papa just tell you to be his good little baby, Now Papa Harry doesn’t want to have to spank his baby again, but he will if he has to ... so you have to learn to be his good little baby and take Papas cock like a good little girl” “Oh god yes ... Papa, but it’s so big ... bigger than anything Ive ever had before”...

One thing Catherine Dixons Stepfather Harry enjoyed above all else when introducing a new woman to his monster cock was not only proudly watching his huge member sliding inside her, but also witnessing the painful contortions of the recipient of his cock. For this Harry’s favoured position was sitting back on his knees with her legs drawn up either side of his torso, leaving Harry able to view his enormous cock sliding inside her while looking her in the eyes to judge her reaction, providing of course whoever Harry’s latest conquest happened to be didn’t go spilling the beans to his wife Kate.

Although Harry had no doubts his latest favoured busty blonde beauty wouldn’t be telling all to his wife Kate, not when his wife was the mother of Catherine Dixon, currently on the receiving end of her stepfathers huge cock.

Not after Harry had already teased, tormented and eventually thrust his cock inside the mouth of his naked and tied step daughter during the surprise visit he and Catherine’s Mother made to see Catherine and her baby son.

Now with his wife Kate away overnight and gazing down at his step daughter Catherines amazing busty body, complete with those large gold nipple rings while gradually easing his cock inside the groaning Catherine. While doing so, Harry couldn’t help but to yet again recall what what a fantastic stroke of luck he’d had when discovering the naked Catherine Dixon behind the locked bedroom door of her son Dan, tied and gagged upon his bed, while Dan himself was downstairs talking with Catherine’s Mother Kate as Harry was using a skeleton key to unlock Dans bedroom door.

Having recovering from shock of seeing his busty blonde beautiful naked stepdaughter gagged and tied to a bed, the amazed and very horny Harry set about teasing and tormenting Catherine, before producing his huge cock and to use Catherines previous gagged mouth to shoot stream upon stream of his hot semen, ... followed by Harry’s demand to Catherine she must the following morning send a topless photo of her face and breasts to him ... or face her Mother being shown that array of Photos of her naked bound and gagged body upon the walls of Dans bedroom.

Where Harrys entrance into Dans room, along with his subsequent words and actions was a mind blowing blowing shock to Catherine, then she’d tried her very best to hide it, along with her cum filled mouth when Dan eventually made his was upstairs to release his Mother from how he’d left her, before being surprised by the doorbell heralding the visit of Catherine’s Mother Kate and her husband Harry.

A seeming eternity for Catherine Dixon, spent deliberating as to whether or not she should inform her son of her stepfathers presence in the room and of his subsequent actions. In the event, with Dan sitting beside and toying with his Mothers naked body before eventually releasing her and then finally pulling away her ball gag, Catherine at long last followed the instructions of her stepfather and swallowed the large amount of Harry’s semen she’d retained in her mouth, telling herself it would be better all round if Dan and of course her Mother remained unaware of just what Harry had done to her.

That’s what Catherine told herself, while trying to ignore an ever growing underlying excitement she’d experienced since Harry had walked in on her, an excitement which early the following morning made Catherine ease her naked body away from her sleeping sons erection in his bed and to reach up upon a closet and slide into her hand over the card Harry had left there for Catherine, before creeping back to her own bedroom. There, with the her phone displaying six am, Catherines trembling hands had through the mirror, taken a photo of her large breasts before creating a text message of the photo, simply showing the words ‘Papas Whore’ before sending the message to the number Harry had written on the card...

For almost all of the following week, with Stuart Hall making only the briefest of appearances in her home and life, to either fuck Catherine or give instruction as to her forthcoming ‘gigs’, as Stuart referred to Catherines servicing of clients, Catherine found herself constantly on edge and checking her phone awaiting a reply from Harry.

Why that should be the case Catherine couldn’t explain, especially in the knowledge this was her Mothers husband and stepfather she was worrying over. If worry was the correct way to describe Catherines feelings and thoughts of the overweight man with that huge cock, who’d so casually used her naked and tied body that afternoon in Dans bedroom. Her son Dan, who in the absence of Stuart Hall from the house, was now using her body more than ever, even taking his Mother for granted, decided Catherine, more and more regretting committing herself to Dan as his ‘Slave’.

In the event, when Harry’s long awaited text message arrived on Catherines phone, it was with an unexplained sense excitement and anticipation his step daughter read the simple words telling her everything and nothing.

What that message told Catherine was for her to be at her Mothers home, with a date at afternoon time, wearing a ‘ very short black skirt and button down red silk blouse and ‘No more than the lingerie he’d left on her bed’. Leaving the bemused Catherine recalling her Black satin set of quarter cup bra with matching suspender belt and stockings on her bed the day of Harry’s visit ... although minus the thong, which Catherine now realised with an excited shudder, must surely now be in the possession of her stepfather.

Although what that short message hadn’t told Catherine, was where her Mother Kate would be that afternoon, would she be at home, where Harry perhaps intended to embarrass both Mother and Daughter?wondered Catherine, or would her Mother be out for an hour or so, leaving the path open for Harry to indulge in some fun and games with her daughter. None of these thoughts greatly perturbed Catherine, not even that of betraying her Mother Kate with her obviously unfaithful husband Harry.

Besides, wasn’t Harry already blackmailing her with his threats to inform her Mother of how he’d found his wife’s daughter tied and naked in her sons bedroom, surrounded by dozen of incriminating explicit photos of Catherine and her son Dan. However, even with those thoughts in mind, Catherine was already making plans for Dan to once again take care of her youngest son Peter while she were visiting a ‘client’ on the afternoon specified by her stepfather Harry...

Chapter 3

“No kidding Cat, you really are looking good ... almost ageless” Exclaimed Harry to his stepdaughter Catherine Dixon, when welcoming her into the house in which she’d gown up, before finding herself unable to decide if she were relieved or disappointed when rather than grabbing her straight away, as Catherine expected, her Stepfather was politeness itself when she’d arrived. As was the single light kiss on the cheek from Harry, which had nonetheless sent unwanted shivers down Catherines spine, while Harry himself appeared to be so very calm and relaxed.

“Oh yes! “ exclaimed Harry once more, when standing back to admire Catherine, and with good reason when studying a vision that to Harry really was sex on legs. This was in truth the reaction Catherine had hoped to see from her stepfather, before taking her arm, Harry gently guided his prize toward centre of the large sitting room while telling Catherine.

“Papas little Baby can jstand right there while her papa Harry takes a good long look at her” Having taken a seat on the large sofa six feet from where Catherine stood and looking directly in her eyes with a nerveless steely glare, Harry added. “Now then, as your Moma is staying with friends tonight, your popa Harry has all the time in the world to get to know his little baby Catherine so much better”

Being naturally both mindfully and sexually submissive, Catherine much preferred a very dominant male or female, confidently controlling her, to the often fumbling nervy type of client whose hands were often shaking when removing her clothes or nervously punishing her, afraid to go that little bit further with her.

As Harry had shown Catherine in Dans bedroom. Even if this was her Mothers husband, Catherine realised Harry was a completely different proposition to so many other men and just as she’d done with Sean Brady, Tony Weston, Peter Harris and others, Catherine found herself immediately overcome with that same sexual he attraction and feelings of respect toward her stepfather she’d first experienced when Harry discovered her bound and naked in her sons bedroom.

Even though fully dressed a good six feet away, Catherine’s nipples were hard and tingling and her cunt wet and throbbing, as sipping a glass of wine without offering one to Catherine, Harry took his own good time studying his stepdaughter before telling his wife’s increasingly aroused daughter... “Very very nice Catherine, I’ve no doubt you really are every bit as beautiful as your Mother when she was your age ... but although we have much to talk about and discuss, Papa Harry would rather we did so after you’ve removed the blouse and skirt, both of which you will hand to papa Harry before resuming your position ... do I make myself quite clear my little baby!”

In the event, after a mumbled “yes” from Catherine it took no more than a raised eyebrow along with stern look from Harry for Catherine to then whisper “yes Papa Harry” before another glare from Harry soon resulted in Catherine loudly repeating “Yes Papa Harry” With Catherines blouse and skirt eventually laying beside Harry on the sofa, leaving her breasts and nipples on display and proudly pushed up by the quarter cup bra and legs encased by sheer black nylons secured to her black suspender belt, it was time for Catherine to explain just why her throbbing wet cunt was clearly visible to Harry before explaining.

“Because it’s matching thing was missing Papa Harry” You mean this one Little Baby?” enquired Harry, after withdrawing from his pocket the tiny black thong he’d removed from Catherine’s bedroom during his visit. “Yes Popa Harry” Catherine replied, curiously excited Harry had taken the time to demand she wear the rest of that set of erotic lingerie

“Well then my little baby, perhaps you should come over here and allow Popa to put it on for you”replied Harry beckoning Catherine to stand close beside him and to then link her hands together upon her head. “Good Baby ... now spread those delicious legs for Papa Harry ... and his little baby may look down” continued Harry before leisurely holding his upturned palm between Catherines legs, just a couple of inches below her wet cunt lips”

“My of my ... my little baby is really hot down there, her Papa can feel her heat on his palm ... are you throbbing as well little baby” asked Harry of his forty three year old almost naked stepdaughter

“Oh my god, groaned Catherine inwardly, aware she was more than hot, she was a bitch on heat desperate to be fucked and that unlike Stuart Hall, her stepfather felt no need to beat her into submission and obedience. For just as those friends of Peter Harris had done during those Dinner Parties Tony had sent her to, any reluctance on the part of Catherine had been washed aside by a tsunami of sexual erotica Harry was creating around her...

“Yes ... papa Harry” groaned Catherine eventually, fully aware that should Harry raise his palm to her cunt lips she would surely be unable to prevent herself flooding his hand with her juices. “So then little Baby, your Papa now wants to see his little baby massaging her delicious little button with a single finger” instructed Harry while keeping his palm just beneath Catherines hot and throbbing cavern. “Although Papa will have punish his little baby if she comes in his hand”

Although just as she’d thought, with an index finger shortly massaging her clit, it very soon proved an an impossible task for Catherine not to reach a mind blowing orgasm, or prevent a flood of juices escaping her cunt lips to fill Harry’s cupped palm. “Naughty Naughty little Baby, your punishment awaits you” chided Harry while slipping a pair of soft leather covered handcuff upon the wrist of the unprotesting Catherine. Although realising those handcuffs now securing her wrists behind her were really more Harrys statement of domination than any real form of punishment, Catherine wasn’t about to protest when shortly finding herself all but naked on the sofa upon the lap of her fully dressed Stepfather.

Nor was Catherine about to complain when Harrys arm encircled her waist before occasionally pulling Catherine’s breasts and nipples toward his obviously knowing tongue and lips.

Then under the instructions of Harry while upon the lap of her Stepfather In the sitting room she remembered only too well from childhood and teenage years,, Catherine began regaling tales of a childhood spent growing up in the house. No easy task for Catherine with Harry’s fingers creating havoc between her legs while his mouth worked upon her nipples as Catherine continued reminiscing of her childhood, all the way up to her teens along with her sister Vicky and of how much she’d loved her own bedroom when Vicky finally left home...

Then with a strength belying his advancing years, Harry carried Catherine in his arms up to that very bedroom, a room seemingly unchanged since Catherine had left home aside from her Mothers constant polishing and dusting. A room full of girlhood hero’s, rather than naked BDSM photos of Catherine and her son Dan. A room in which having placed Catherine over his knee, her stepfather Harry proceeded to give Catherine the most erotic sexually oriented Spanking she could ever recall, far more so than those administered to his mother by her son Dan, while Stuart Hall rarely bothered spanking Catherine, thinking his trusty leather belt a far more potent way of ensuring Catherines obedience toward him...

Chapter 4

A little later, naked on her back upon her childhood bed and without the discomfort of the handcuffs securing her wrists, Catherine could only gasp yet again as another fraction of Harry’s enormous weapon eased its way inside her, “Look at me baby cat, you must be looking into my eyes when I come inside you “ instructed Harry, before adding.

“you know you really have grown into the most adorable and beautiful creature Catherine ... I do though have one thing to ask of my Baby Cat, and that is you call me just Papa from now ... do you understand me Baby Cat.”

Suddenly thrown by first Harry using her childhood nickname ‘Baby Cat’ followed by him asking ... no pretty much telling her to call him ‘Papa’ a shudder ran through Catherine the like of which she hadn’t felt for some time, while trying her best to recall now her teenage years in the house, while thinking surely only her Mother Kate would have told Harry of her childhood name Baby Cat, as opposed to her mothers Kate, for Kathleen.

None the less, Catherine found she’d no hesitation in replying “Yes Papa, I understand”. before feeling Harry sliding a little further inside her, leaving Catherine gasping once again and wondering how much more she could possibly take of a phallus so recently filling her mouth, after Harry completed the two dozen spanks over his knee, during which time it appeared to Catherine her stepfathers fingers were spending just as much time in her hot wet cavern and Anus.

Struggling to retain eye contact with Harry during a series of orgasms, along with repeated gasps from Catherine as his massive cock slipped further inside her, Harry then began using his phone to take pics of that huge cock slowly fucking her until he could go no further, leaving Catherine filled as never before. “Oh my god”! Groaned Catherine as Harry’s camera moved up to her large gold ringed breasts and Catherines astonished expression.

Then placing his smart phone beside him on Catherines teenage bed and gripping her hips, Harry’s beautiful busty step daughter was once again gasping in ecstasy to Harry’s slow rhythmic fucking of her while Harry was telling Catherine. “And now papas little baby Cat is going to tell Papa all about herself and her son Dan, she’s going to tell Papa everything, how it began from the very beginning, you understand your Papa?”

This was a moment Catherine had been dreading since Harry first discovered her naked and bound in her son’s bedroom, surrounded by all those large glossy photos of herself and Dan adorning the walls of his bedroom. Photos leaving no doubt that Catherine was engaging in a sexual fetish relationship with her son. Photos which now came back to haunt Catherine in perhaps the worst possible way ... should Harry decide to inform her Mother. Leaving Catherine no option but to submit to every singly demand Harry made of her and to reply. “Yes Papa” Although as Harry demanded Catherine tell him about herself and Dan, that’s exactly what she’d do when following Harrys further demand she place her place her hands on and caress his chest and while retaining her eye contact with him, Catherine began, hoping against hope she could satisfy Harry with her story.

“I suppose It all began when Dan found a DVD made by my ex husband James ... Papa, he enjoyed playing sex games when we were happier together, sometimes spanking me and tying me up when I was naked ... bondage ... I suppose and sometimes using a cane on my bottom” began Catherine while reaching yet another orgasm when looking into Harry’s eyes and gently massaging his chest.

“Even when he was thirteen or fourteen, I realised Dan had been taking some of my my best panties and jerking off into them, but I never realised he’d found that DVD of James and myself and of me...”

“Of you doing what Baby Cat?” Interrupted Harry. “Of having Oral Sex Papa” “You giving James a head job” “Yes Papa” “Go on”

And so Catherine did, while determined Harry and more importantly her Mother Kate, wouldn’t discover the whole truth, that her daughter was a bdsm whore, albeit an expensive one.

“Well I can’t remember exactly when and how it began Papa, but one day when James and myself weren’t on speaking terms, Dan showed me the DVD James had made, playing it on the lounge TV”

“I was horrified ... Papa ... wondering how my little Dan would do such a horrible thing, but then Dan told me he had copies and the demanded the price for his silence would be me crawling naked from my bedroom to his own”

“Wow naughty Dan “ decided Harry Although in realty, Catherine’s thoughts were more toward the very beginning, of that incredible mind blowing afternoon when on the pretext of his Mother discussing a career in teaching with her sons friends, Sean Brady and his friend Tom French, with the connivance of Catherines son Dan, the two schoolboys arrived at her house with only one intention in mind, that of beating their schoolfriend’s sexy blonde mother into submission and then fucking and having oral sex with her.

After which Catherine’s thoughts strayed toward the second, solo visit of Sean Brady, an afternoon of sheer erotica spent by Sean enforcing his control over her, culminating with Catherine having her hitherto Virgin anus penetrated and fucked by Sean Brady. Although not before Sean Brady had first humiliated Catherine, when bound naked and nipple clamped, the naked Catherine was led her by a collar leash into her son’s bedroom, where Sean blindfolded Catherine before beating her when kneeling upon Dans bed. There first the first time ever, a tongue had entered her Anus, while from behind her, Sean’s fingers were prizing her buttocks apart, followed shortly afterward by what Catherine realised could only be globs of warm semen being spread over her pussy lips and Anus.

Only later, after the departure of Sean Brady, had Catherine realised a second finger entering her cunt and Anus had been more hesitant than the first time, even a little rougher inside her when toying with her. That when combined with the warm semen spread over her pussy and Anus, Catherine was left with the awful realisation that finger and semen must surely have belonged to her son, a thought reinforced when Catherine recalled hearing the creaking of Dans closet door. Thoughts which at the time, although angry in the knowledge she’d actually orgasmed to Dans finger inside her, left Catherine far too embarrassed and humiliated to confront Dan with, until it was far too late.

And so it was more with these thoughts in mind, that rather than wanting Harry to know about Sean Brady, Catherine began describing to Harry how Dan had used that DVD as the means of blackmailing his own Mother with threats of uploading it online and showing it to his friends. That it was Dan who’d initially led her bound gagged and all but naked into his bedroom, where with Catherine kneeling on his bed he’d caned his Mother and toyed with her body when inserting the loop end of riding crop between her pussy lips.

“Hey, a kid after your papas heart little baby ... and did Danny boy fuck you ... fuck his mom?” Asked the seemingly astonished Harry, bringing Catherine’s thoughts once more back to Sean Brady, who repeatedly fucked long before Dan, assisted by the ever devious Sharon/Poppy eventually took the opportunity of fucking his Mother...

Although these thoughts of her son Dan then led to Catherine for the first time realising her son must surely have been hiding in the lounge that incredible afternoon with Sean and Tom, therefore Dan must surely have been witness to his Mothers beating and fucking at the hands of his young school friend

With the effect of Harry’s pulsing cock deep inside her, those recollections of her incredible sexual submission toward two of Dans fifteen year old schoolmates suddenly sent Catherine over the edge of sexual ecstasy, when tightly gripping Harry’s biceps, Catherine cried ... oh my god ... oh my god ... kiss me papa, please kiss me! “ before pulling herself up to Harry’s mouth, where Catherine was very soon moaning in ecstasy as Harry shot his first load of semen deep inside her...

Shortly afterward Catherine was again carried in the arms of the seemingly insatiable Viagra inspired Harry, although this time was into the bedroom shared by her Mother and Harry, where the naked Catherine found herself deposited upon their large bed, before Harry was again handcuffing Catherine’s wrists.

And it was there on the Mothers bed while being spanked and taken from behind on her knees, Catherine found herself staring at a large photo of her Mother and Harry on a bedside table and then not for the first time, Catherine found herself hugely aroused by such a humiliation, groaning loudly and pushing herself back upon Harry’s giant cock, even during the couple of occasion’s Catherine realised Harry was probing her Anus with its massive head, with Harry telling her...”for future reference” before again thrusting between Catherine’s yielding well lubricated cunt lips

Later, with Catherine’s head now laying on Harrys naked groin after more viagra inspired fucking from the still horny, with Harry stroking her long blonde hair, Catherine was unable to resist occasionally poking out her tongue to again lick and taste Harry’s massive semi cock, marvelling at the way the huge member appeared to come to life every time she did so.

These were moments Catherine simply didn’t want to come to end, especially in the knowledge that when Harrys massive penis had been alive and throbbing inside her, she’d had no option but to resort to lying to her stepfather. Lying to Harry when claiming her son Dan was solely responsible for his Mothers sexual submission toward him, when that was far from the truth. Sure Dan may well have witnessed and then taken advantage of his Mothers submission to his friends, but it had been Sean Brady and Tony Weston who’d first opened the door to Catherine’s previously repressed sexual desires.

“So baby Peter ... is he Dans child? “ Harry suddenly asked Catherine, leading to her lying once again when replying that the infant Peter was the product of a one night stand with one of Dans young friends she hadn’t the heart to terminate, a lie which with Harry’s Cock pulsating inside her wasn’t easy for Catherine, who was beginning to think Harry hadn’t believed a lot of what she’d told him.

“Wow, young Dan is quite some character baby Cat, but that boy is going to have to take back seat now I’ve found you” said Harry, almost panicking Catherine into having to tell Harry far more than she wanted him to hear about her lifestyle and that she was really an expensive middle class whore. In truth not only was Catherine terrified of Harry and of her Mother discovering the truth, she simply didn’t want to loose Harry, whose easy going effortless domination of her without laying a finger upon her in anger was satisfying and exciting her in a way she’d never before experienced from an older man such as her stepfather.