Just like My Dad and His Dad Before Him

“Just as granddad did and his daddy did before him,” My father assured me at the kitchen table. Ain’t that right, Emma?”

“Yes, dear. It’s best to break us young, like nature intended. Your father had a hell of a time with me, and it almost killed me. Do the slit a favor and pick her when she is young and hasn’t formed nasty habits. Don’t wait until she’s seventeen or eighteen. We get really stubborn and uppity by that age. Certainly, not twenty like I was.”

“Yeah, you were a challenge, but you came around, didn’t you, Emma?”

“I hope so, dear. I do my best,” Emma blushed when my Father complimented my Mom.

“Ya see, I didn’t listen to my Daddy, and that’s on me. I wanted a slit with huge knockers, and when I saw your mom, that was it. I was smitten. I should’ve done what he said and looked to a young slit’s momma to figure out what she’d look like once she got to marrying age but noooo. I was looking for brains like you. Don’t fuck with smart slits, boy. It’s not worth the hassle.”

“It worked out okay for you and Mom, right?” I asked. I wanted a girl just like my Mom. She was so sweet and caring and had really nice tits.

“He had to beat and torture me so bad I still have some of the scars,” Emma said, showing off some of the faint scars still on her bare ass. “I was a tough old thing, wasn’t I?” She asked wistfully as if there was still a little fight left hiding inside her somewhere.

“Emma,” Marc warned my Mother with a single word. He didn’t like it when she fished for compliments.

“Sorry, dear. I just think David’s not going to want a slit that he has to bring to you to stitch up before she fully submits,” she said to my dad before addressing me “Your father is not a good seamstress, and I would imagine that you’re no better in that department. Sometimes old slits require a souvenir of our wild and free days to remember our place. Tame one young,” Emma agreed with my Dad. She rubbed her butt casually.

My mom can sit on a small stool with us at the table. Most women aren’t allowed to sit with men at eye level. They have to either stand or crawl for meals. Obviously, she has to have a dildo visible in her pussy or ass while she is on the stool.

“You’re not even forty yet, Mom. How come Dad hasn’t bred you again? You could have given me a brother or sister,” I changed the subject.

“I got uppity after I had you, and something got broken when he was reminding me of my place. I can’t have any more kids now. That’s why it’s so important that you pick a slit when she’s still young. They’re easier to tame and very fertile. You know it’d be an honor for me to help you look, right?”

“I don’t need my mother to help me find a girlfriend, okay?” I complained for the umpteenth time, although I was starting to get warm to the idea. I’d struck out a few times already and my Mother was just trying to be helpful.

“I dunno, David. She makes a hell of a wing woman when we’re out looking for fluff to bag,” My Father smiled warmly at my Mother.

“And like your father says, look at a slit’s mom to see what she’ll look like when she matures. There’s nothing more wholesome than a young man and his mother meeting a young little slit’s parents for the first time. You know your father wants you to find a girl that will grow big fun bags he can play with on your wedding night.”

“What if I don’t want to share?” I asked. I wanted whoever I bagged to belong only to me. I didn’t want my parents to define the requirements for girl that I chose to train as my slit.

“We share in this family, Son. Just as Granddad and his daddy did before him. I still remember your Grandma’s ass on my cock before she passed,” Dad smiled at the recollection of his last visit to his Mom in the Kennel when she was too old to be of use to my Grandfather. He picked a new, much younger Slit, and now technically, my new Grandmother is about my age.

I don’t want you sleeping with your sisters or mother anymore, David,” Dad said to me at breakfast.

“We don’t sleep, Dad,” I replied with a grin, causing my older sister, Charleen, to lightly slap the back of my head as she walked by with the platter of pancakes.

“You know what Dad means. You’re cut off until you bring your own slit home. He’s doing you a favor!”

My Mom can’t tell me what to do unless she is echoing my Father’s rules.

“It doesn’t seem like it’s a favor to me!” I groused, but not too much. It was hard to be upset when your little Sister was under the table gobbling your cock. I guess Loretta didn’t get the memo that I was cut off.

“I’m your Father, not your pimp, David. Good whores don’t just spring up out of nowhere,” Dad said before sighing and then letting out a low moan. One of my other sister’s was under the table gobbling his cock. They love to eat our cum for breakfast. “Blowjobs at meals are fine, but no fucking!”

I heard one of my sisters groan with disappointment. I love buttfucking Loretta. She’s so tight.

“We’ve got plenty, Dad!” I reasoned. “Two sisters of age and another one that’ll be hitting puberty any day. And Mom, the biggest slut ever!”

After a minute, Dad recovered enough to lecture me.

“I had to work my butt off to train your Mother, young man. Do you think she was a cock hound when we first met? You only see the whore who’d blow the paperboy to save me ten bucks in charges.”

“He likes to fuck me now, honey,” Mom smiled with pride as she watched her naked daughters gobble our dicks under the table.

“Your Mom was raised to believe in what she called equality and to be what she termed a good girl. If I hadn’t come along, she’d probably be married to an accountant and getting fucked once a month with the lights off.”

“You make it sound like I made it easy for you that first year,” Mom smiled and watched us both eat. She would be permitted to have our leftovers when we finished eating.

“Your Mom’s right, David. She tried to be a right priss and told me to fuck off a hundred times before I broke her. She had all kinds of ideas! Dignity, equity, equal rights. She wouldn’t even fuck another girl! She certainly would never watch me fuck one. She wanted me to be the only man in her life. She thought men shouldn’t spank and whip their girlfriends or cage them for days at a time. You name it, she was against it.”

“I admit, I was very spoiled. I had an Aunt who used to tell me that slits were equal to men. I was so young and foolish back then. I Remember the first time I met your father, and he kissed me hello with his tongue while jamming a finger into my cunt to see if I was wet? I was mortified! All I could think of was how wrong it was. I was so humiliated that he would not let me wear clothes when we went on a date!”

“Not even a leather strap or a harness?”

“Nope! I was mortified being led around on a leash at restaurants!”

“I had to break you in and make you realize that you were just a slit with tits, no matter how beautiful you are,” Dad smiled at her lovingly.

“Thank you, Dear. You did a very good job. Now, the only clothes I own are tiny leather straps and fishnet stockings.”

“Don’t you get cold in the winter, Mom?”

“Yes, I get a very frosty butt, but women are supposed to suffer, David. It makes us more compliant and thankful to be allowed indoors.”

“Remember, son, if you are cold, they are cold. I never leave your Mom outside for more than an hour when it is snowing, and very rarely after the sun goes down because that’s when it gets very chilly!”

“You spoil me, Marc!” My mom smiled lovingly at my father and caressed his ear while my older sister sucked his pecker from under the table.

Mom sounded more like she remembered that with fondness rather than shame. I couldn’t imagine my mom being embarrassed by an energetic greeting like that.