Chapter 8

These are two isolated outakes from early in Beth, _

I asked, “Did Mom ... er, Sandy get her post-Christmas present?” When the answer came back negative, I asked, “Is it ready to roll?”

Heather replied, “It is. We didn’t want to tell her before you were back. It was your idea.”

“What? What is it? Where is it?”

I smiled at Mom, “Not until you finish your dinner, young lady.”

She ate another two bites, then picked her plate up showing me it was empty, saying, “See, Mom, I cleaned my plate.”

I laughed, then said, “And also not until you’re in a proper unclothed state ... Sandy Sex Slave.”

She rounded her eyes at that, then stood and quickly removed her T and shorts.

“That’s a good ... Mommy Sex Slave.”

“Beth...” Dad began saying, but Mom cut him off, saying, “No, Charlie. This is what I want. If it ever gets beyond my comfort level, I can simply refuse. That was sort of close, but feel this,” she added while grabbing his hand and pulling it to her pussy.

She had him play in her pussy for a few seconds, encouraging him to stick two fingers fully inside her, and they slid in smoothly.

“Mom,” I said, “go to the living room, get the TV remote in hand and wait to do anything with it until we get there and tell you to do something. We need to get Our Man stripped and have him strip us, and that might take a while.”

On her way by me, Mom reached around me from behind my chair and hugged and kissed me, saying, “I love you, Beth. Thank you.”

Once Mom had departed the dining room, Nira said, “I thought you’d gone too far, but that does seem to be what she wants.”

“Nira, have you stripped Charlie?” When she shook her head, I said, “Then have at it. Feel free to take your time, but maybe not too much time.”

Inez said, “And don’t forget to suck his nips and lick or suck on his cock.”

Fifteen minutes elapsed before we reached the living room, and Heather had given out one squeal loud enough for Mom to hear when Dad was licking her.

“Mom,” I said, “your post-Christmas present is two-parted, with what you’ll see on the TV being the first part. Get the video running.”

Liya had put a simple title screen at the front of the video that read, “This is what happens when the various Moms go to work leaving their boy toy behind with their hoyden daughters.”

The video was from this morning and was of the five of us taking turns sucking Dad’s cock for one minute at a time on Mom’s bed until he came. Mom was panting heavily by the time Dad came.

We five girls moved to lie lined up on the Monstrosity with our legs spread somewhat and our lower legs hanging off the edge. Heather took over from this point.

“Mom who likes to be ordered to do sex stuff, [Mom groaned] you will lick each of our pussies in turn for a minute at a time, starting with us little girls here on this end and ending with the tall girls on the other end. Every third pussy, you will lick for two minutes ... and get a treat but do not let that treat cause you to falter in your attention to our pussies. There is one exception to that last bit, and I’ll tell you if that exception comes into play. My little pussy is waiting for you, and you will rotate through us until each of us has cum.”

Liya had her phone running the time and Mom shoved her face between Heather’s legs and began slurping on her pussy. Heather had gotten only to panting by the end of the minute, and Mom moved to Liya. When she got to Gracey, Dad stepped up behind her, put his left hand on her left hip, then fed his cock into her sloppy pussy with his right hand. Even though he semi-pounded her, she did not falter too badly on licking Gracey’s pussy. After the two minutes, both Gracey and Mom were whining a bit. She got through me and then Rhee, then moved back down the line to Heather, where Dad again shoved his cock inside her and went to town. Heather’s orgasm helped send Mom up and over. Liya comforted Mom, telling her that the exception was if she came.

Mom finally got Gracey to orgasm on the fourth round. While Heather had three orgasms, the rest of us came only when we got the two-minute turns and the added action of Dad’s thrusts causing Mom’s face to move in unexpected ways. Like Heather, Mom came thrice. When it was all over, Mom went down the line beginning with Heather, stretched out on us, kissed us hard on the mouth, and thanked us for the command and for the “best post-Christmas present ever!”

As soon as the front door was closed, Rhee collared Dad and began stripping him. Wonderful aromas preceded the Moms from the kitchen, but I quickly forgot about those when Rhee, who was on her knees to remove his underwear, took his cock into her mouth.

“Mmmmm,” she moaned as she slowly moved her head forward and back.

After half a minute or so, she extracted Dad’s cock from her mouth, looked at it closely, placed a soft kiss on the head, then stood.

“I got him riled up for you, Beth. Come get your divesting.”

Dad stripped me, after which I copied Rhee’s actions, kneeling and sucking on Dad’s cock for 30 seconds or so. Before Heather could react to be next in line, apron-wearing Carol stepped up to Dad.

“My turn,” she said.

Dad grinned, kissed her lips, and removed the apron, after which Carol dropped to her knees and sucked him for a similar time period, then stood. Heather followed suit in all facets, as did Rhee and Sandy, who had also worn an apron into the living room. Carol led us all into the kitchen where we had some of the extra eggplant parmesan that Civia had been part of making.