Chapter 16

“No clothes in the house,” I made my first absolute rule for my mom. I wanted to see if she was serious about doing what she was told. “You’ll crawl everywhere and whenever possible, face your ass towards me.”

“Yes, Jason,” my mother and sister replied almost in unison. Dad seemed overwhelmed by the new turn of events. Mom offered him a reassuring glance, and he remained silent – almost as if he was observing a dream and afraid to speak because it might end.

“Your name is now Fuck Face or FF for short. What is your name?”

“Fuck Face,” my mom replied. She blanched a little at my audacity, but she didn’t offer any resistance.

“Oh my god, can I say that?” Brandon still had his finger in her ass.

“Yes, Brandon,” I gave him permission to call our Mom Fuck Face. I think he needed to be told that he could say it to her even though he was already doing something far more depraved.

He immediately launched into a litany of cuss words. I laughed because I had obviously opened a very repressed flood gate by permitting my little brother to cuss openly.

He started by repeating the word Fuck Face out loud as if he were trying to get it out of his system. Then my brother began to intersperse other dirty words in between them.

“Jason, you can’t make your mother and Taylor remain naked. What if we have visitors?” my Dad reasoned.

“What are the chances they’ve never seen an ass crack before? I mean, TT’s huge dumper could turn some of them off of women, but I am willing to take that chance,” I paraphrased something mom had told me when she was pretending to be the headmistress. I saw my mother’s lips purse.

“Michael, I know you have a lot of questions,” my mom said to my father. “Why don’t you come over here and fuck my face, instead.”

“No, fuck my face first, Daddy! Please?” Taylor looked over her shoulder and winked at him. She offered him that confident perfect smile.

“This isn’t some trick?” Dad really was like me. His instinct was to suspect that there was some ulterior motive.

I took the choice away from my father. I stood over my mother and then unzipped my pants and knelt in front of her. I put my dick in her face, and oh my god, I understand why they called her Fuck Face in college.

Let’s just say that I couldn’t kneel for very long. She sucked my dick so well that she drove me backward onto the couch, while remaining bent over so that Brandon could play with her ass.

When she finished making me cum, I saw what I thought was God. It was a spiritual experience unlike any orgasm I’d ever had. Imagine a woman stuffing an entire ear of corn down her throat. Now, imagine her licking on each individual niblet of corn as it spun slowly in her mouth like it was being roasted.

That’s the best way I could describe it. When I looked up at my mother after she finished I saw her wipe some of the cum back into her mouth with a finger so that she didn’t lose any of my precious cum.

Taylor had just finished blowing Dad and the two of them kissed, full-open mouth. They passed the cum back and forth for us.

“Do that to me,” Brandon demanded.

“Which one of us?” Taylor almost called him squirt but she stopped herself before she did.

“Both!”

I didn’t think they minded my little brother fingering their assholes and playing with their pussies. They even seemed to enjoy it. I assumed they might draw the line on a blowjob because he was so immature.

Instead, they undressed him together, removing his jeans and shirt. My sister let her big tits fall into his face while my mother started on his dick. Taylor spun around so that she was laying in a 69 position over his body. Her fat pussy was arched over his face. I don’t know if he ate her out, but I watched as the two of them gave one of the most amazing team blowjobs that I had ever seen. I had only ever seen two women sucking a dick together in porn. It was amazing watching them French kiss while they both gobbled and licked his cock.

Mom sucked his cum-filled balls into her mouth while Taylor took his shaft, and they alternated. At times, the two of them licked his dick on both sides, until they reached the very tip. Their tongues would collide, and they let us watch them kiss passionately while spit dribbled down his dick.

Brandon held out heroically for at least two minutes before he began to spurt. My sister and mother competed to be the one to lap it up.

That afternoon we didn’t have a lot of time for new rules, dares, or games. We fucked like a family of freaks. My father and brother’s inhibitions didn’t take long to fade away completely. We grew used to seeing one another naked.

My dad’s balls were HUGE, and they hung down so low. I hope mine never droop like that. He had a stash of Viagra and he let me try it. He said Brandon was too young. As frequent Masturbators, Brandon and I were able to get hard pretty often anyway.

That evening, my sister and mother showed us all that they were even bigger freaks than I realized. My mom demonstrated how to bind my sister and arranged candles stuffed in her mouth, in her pussy and melting on her tits while we ate.

They only answered to Fuck Face and Thunder Thighs after that. My father took the most coaxing to get rough with the girls. Brandon took to it right away. He loved dunking my mother’s head in the toilet, and pissing all over her back and watching it slide down into the toilet.

My mom was a thirsty whore. She could take our cocks effortlessly, and she never seemed to run out of energy. My sister is highly competitive, and she wouldn’t allow my mother to show her up. The two of them competed for our cum, begged for it like good little Christmas whores.

My mom taught us a lot about bondage. She had all sorts of cool whips, chains, dildos and suction cups she routinely brought up to West Arkansas University to use on my sister. It was a lot of fun binding them together in the most humiliating poses and taking their picture.

That night, we tied them up together after a long day of sex on Christmas Eve. We left them nipple to nipple, nose to nose, tied under the Christmas Tree with Brandon’s old rollercoaster running all night between their legs.

We unwrapped them that morning.

“Are you still our gifts?” I asked.

“Yes, Jason, if you want me to be,” my mom assured me she was still willing to do whatever we told her.

“I want you to be a puppy today,” I said. Her answer was a cute little bark. They were the Christmas puppies that we were never going to return to the pound. Brandon was ecstatic when we took Mom and Taylor outside on leashes.

It was the first snow of Christmas, and the girls had to crawl on their knees through it. It was pretty light, but I knew it was cold. They frolicked and played outside for a while.

Dad couldn’t believe it when they pissed and shit outside. I told him all about our escapades over the last few days and let him watch some of the videos. Brandon was fascinated watching the girls do these things and I have to admit I was as well.

“Did you know that when you poop, your butt-hole makes the same motion as your lips when you say poop,” Brandon like to frequently make funny observations like that. I think joking was his way of dealing with how freaky everything now seemed. I’ve highlighted it because his comment was so memorable and well timed that we all laughed hysterically. I’ll never forget that moment.

The girls weren’t total doormats or robots. They joked right back with him. “I wish your sister would set her asshole to vibrate, because the sound is waking up the neighbors,” Mom joked. She had a tremendously dirty sense of humor.

“Why don’t you lick her asshole and see if you can find the off button, Mom?” I teased.

“Are you asking me or telling me to lick your sister’s dirty asshole?”

They both insisted we never ask them to do anything. We had to tell them to do it if we wanted it done.

We also never thanked them. We never said your welcome when they thanked us for something. They seemed to like it that way. I can’t explain it – it may have put them in the proper mindset to be submissive to us.

“Happy to do it Jason,” my mom already had her tongue stuck to my sister’s asshole. I snapped a quick picture to capture the humiliating moment.

“You are going to delete these videos and pictures after the two weeks are up, aren’t you, Jason?” my mom asked.

“I don’t know,” I smiled.

She didn’t stop posing for more pictures after that, so I assumed FF was fine with my response.

It was fun watching them eat each other out when the three of us had fucked them so many times our dicks couldn’t get hard anymore. They licked each other’s titties and asses, almost as much as they licked each other’s pussies. They went at it for hours sometimes.

I got so used to seeing them go down on one another, that I often forgot to tell them to stop.

The girls made breakfast and lunch for us. I fed them white rice (with any jizz that we could muster) and water. My Dad thought it was cruel.

“On weekends when I visit Taylor, I only permitted her to eat cold, plain oatmeal. I have had her on a stringent diet. Her ass was getting way too huge, and I wanted her to appreciate food. No candy, no smokes, no alcohol.”

“A little candy, a little smokes, a little alcohol?” Taylor had a spry expression on her face as she held up two fingers to indicate that she might have partaken in a little bit of what she was forbidden to take.

“This is why you need more constant supervision,” my mom sighed at her daughter. It was interesting that she was still dominating her even though we were controlling both of them now.

“What did you eat when you were making Taylor eat off the floor like a dog?” Dad asked.

“Her pussy,” mom admitted with a wry grin.

“Did you ever think you would be joining her on the floor?” Brandon asked my mom. He’d learned how to fist yesterday. Now he was obsessed. He was down on the ground fisting his mother’s asshole.

“I could hope, Brandon.” My mom teased him. I wasn’t sure if she was serious. She asked if he liked watching her eat like this.

“I like watching you two kiss the rice off of each other’s face at the end,” Brandon admitted. He added that he also enjoyed watching them eating from the ground because he could come behind her and fist her asshole.

“Whose ass do you like fisting the best, Brandon?” my sister looked up from her rice.

“Fuck Face,” Brandon admitted. He described how my mom pulsated her asshole and gripped his arm and squeezed it while he was inside her. My mom looked flattered.

“You know that nothing is going to be the same after this?” My Dad observed. The girls didn’t say anything and neither did we.

At night, we ordered a pizza. I made them answer together and we played a little game.

“Wow, this is the first time TWO girls answered the door in the nude,” the young man was delighted. I was glad. It could have gone entirely differently.

My father and little brother watched through the Ring Camera at the front door.

“I am sorry about this,” My mother stuck to the script I had given her. I gave them permission to ad-lib as needed, though. The young man seemed surprised. “My son is punishing us because we ruined our Christmas dinner.”

“Burned the turkey, stuffed the stuffing, fucked the cranberry jelly,” my sister added as she sucked her finger like she still had a little food on it.

The man didn’t seem to understand what they were on about.

“We need you to do us a favor,” my mom smiled.

“Oh, I am not going to give you the pizza for free. I’ll get fired,” the Pizza guy obviously heard that one before.

“No, we can pay,” Mom showed him a 50 dollar bill. “That is the least we could do for working on Christmas,” she didn’t hand him the money. “We have to ask to suck your dick. Whichever one of us you do not choose has to go back inside and get spanked.”

“Wow,” he didn’t believe them. “If you don’t pick either of us we have to both get spanked,” my sister explained. She begged him to choose her because she said she didn’t want to have her booty spanked tonight.

Mom begged as well. The girls laid it on pretty thick. The man seemed unable to decide and so I came to the door and invited him inside. I told him the problem was simple. “I appreciate you helping to teach my mom and sister a lesson. If you can’t decide, I guess I’ll go easy on them this Christmas and let them both suck your dick. Would that be alright with you?”

It was.

We gave him the fifty dollars, and I made the girls spit his cum on their slice of pizza after he was gone.

“Why did you go to all that trouble?” Dad didn’t seem to understand the point. “You could have just offered to suck his dick,” he said.

The girls said they loved watching his face as he grappled with this impossible situation. My sister admitted part of what appealed to her about the games they played with me initially was that I was so reluctant. “Jason thought I was really trying to trap him or something,” she laughed as she bit down on a big wad of cum that she had spat on her slice of extra cheese.

I wasn’t sure if the candlelight vigil was a real thing. I made them shove candles up their ass and let Mom pass the flame from her candle to my sister’s candle. They knelt at our feet facing their asses towards one another. It had to be incredibly humiliating for them, but it really was arousing to watch.

It wasn’t because the candle up their ass was particularly sexy. It was because I knew they were doing this for me – because I told them to do it.

Mom had showed us some old pictures of her sorority with girls in white dresses holding candles and looking very angelic. “The little harlots were told to strip right after that and spread their asses for the Pi Kappa Phi boys.”

Eventually, we got mom to tell us that my grandmother had been the one to prepare her for Chi-Omega. “She came to me about a year before I was going to be out of high school. I had three brothers still living at home and no sisters,” she explained.

“Your grandmother forbid me to wear clothes and made me masturbate in the living room in front of my Step-Dad and brothers for two days straight. She’d throw water on me when I passed out, and she fed me table scraps. At first, I was horrified and humiliated. However, after that weekend, I started to crave those spectacles. She was very strict, and I don’t think I would have made it very far in Chi-Omega if she hadn’t trained me before I left for college,” Mom admitted.

She told us a story so graphic about her own submission and education through discipline that it would be twice the size of this story. My mom was an absolute willing cum-fiend by the end of it.