Chapter 5

Grant pulled into the garage and looked over at his beautiful mom, still dozing after the mammoth fuck session they’d had in her office. He needed to wake her and get her in the house, but he hated to do it. She’d been under stress since last May when Grant walked into his dad’s office to talk to him about coming to work at the family’s roofing company and found him balls deep in his college-age office manager. Now he’d broken the only rule that Westly Anderson had given him, and he’d caught Grant in the act of impregnating his own mother while fucking her on her desk.

He’d invited Westly home, so they could talk. Grant wanted to make sure the man knew there wouldn’t be a repeat of what happened today and to ask his opinion on a couple of offers Grant had received for his social media app, ClickTalk. Plus, he knew that his twin lovers, who were Westly’s daughters, wanted Grant to help them convince their dad to fuck them. The truth was; he’d figured out this morning that Westly was who they’d been saving themselves for when they’d told Grant he was their new hero. That only their dad had ever stood up for them or protected them before. Grant knew they still wanted to experience Westly. Tara had even asked permission for them to fuck their father. But they’d clarified that they want Grant to own and fuck them too, which was confusing as hell.

He knew his dick was huge, but he’d started out treating them like shit. So why did they still want him? If they asked, he’d give them back to their father. He could always find other women willing to fuck him. Ms. Hill was proof of that.

Grant was also fairly sure that Westly Anderson wanted to sink his cock into his two daughters as well. Something he said last night then tried to play off as a misunderstanding stayed with Grant. Westly’s comment that if Grant needed help to satisfy his daughters, he’d be willing to help. Then he’d tried to play it off like he was talking about other women they’d bring to Grant. But his lack of outrage at what he’d caught Grant and his mom doing in the office had convinced Grant that family sex didn’t turn Westly off.

There was a tap on the window, and Grant saw Westly standing by the car. He got out and came around to where his mom was. “She fell asleep as soon as we left the parking lot.”

Westly chuckled. “I’m sure she did. She’s forty, and you’re an eighteen-year-old stud with an enormous dick and an overabundance of testosterone. You wore her out. Do you want me to carry her inside for you?”

Grant shook his head. “I hate to wake her, but I think she’d be appalled to know that not only did you catch us in her office and discover her darkest secret, but you then had to carry her into her home afterward.”

Westly nodded, then looked Grant in the eyes. “We need to be clear that this will not happen at work again. But I’m not opposed to the fact that you and your mother have a sexual relationship. You are both adults, and I know that part of what happened today was because she needed the reassurance that you were okay after the events at the school. While I’m okay with your relationship, not all your coworkers would be. Let’s stick with them, thinking my daughters are your girlfriends. That alone will be hard for some of them to accept.”

“That I’m having sex with my mother isn’t an issue for you?”

Westly shook his head. “No, incest isn’t illegal in this state between consenting adults, and my deceased wife was my great uncle’s daughter. That’s why we live here. I’m open to most types of loving, consensual relationships. It’s why I didn’t make a big deal out of my daughters informing me they were both seeing you and then today informing me they were both living here now.”

“Alright, let me wake Mom and get her inside. Then we need to talk about your daughters. I also need your advice on something non-relationship-wise.”

Grant opened his mother’s car door and knelt down, shaking her lightly. “Mom, we’re home. You need to wake up and go inside now.”

Cecilia looked into her son’s eyes, confused for a minute. The last thing she remembered was her screaming as they came together in her office. Then her eyes went wide. “Oh, God! Westly caught us, didn’t he?”

Grant smiled and patted her face. “It’s okay, Mom. I’m in charge, remember? I’ll take care of everything.”

She shook her head. “Grant, I fucked you in the office. You’re a coworker; sex in the office is a big screwup. Not only that, but I screamed out for you to knock me up! There’s no way he can let that go.”

“I know what happened, Mommy-Slut. I was there. Now who am I?”

She swallowed. She knew what he wanted. “You are my master.”

“Good girl. I am your master, and I’m in command. That means I’m in control here and I take care of you. So, let me do my job. You go upstairs to the master suite and take a nice, hot, relaxing bath. Then you get dried off and slip into my bed in my new bedroom. You’ll be staying with me tonight. Now when I move, you’re going to see Mister Anderson. He is here to talk to me. I’ve already told him what happened today will not happen again, and he is okay with it as long as it doesn’t. So, get out of this car, take your sexy ass upstairs, and do as you’re told. I’ll have one of the girls bring you dinner when it gets here. I’m ordering your favorite food for delivery by Food Forward. Until someone brings you dinner, I want you to rest.”

She blushed and then nodded. “Yes, Master.”

Grant smiled and kissed her softly. “Now go, do as you were told.”

“Yes, Master.”

Cecilia got out of the car and blushed as she saw her boss looking at her. She hurried past him, but he put out his hand and caught her arm. She looked up at him as tears rolled down her cheeks. Cecilia was so embarrassed that she’d gotten extremely carried away at work and was still afraid of the repercussions of being caught.

“Cecilia, I understand what happened today. Between the issues at school and Grant’s bike being vandalized, I realize you needed comfort and reassurance that he was okay. I’m not disgusted by your relationship with your son. You are both adults, and I will overlook what happened today. However, I’ve already informed Grant, and now I’ll notify you. Don’t indulge at the office again. I’m open to your lifestyle and accepting, but others wouldn’t be. If it ever happens at the office again, I will take disciplinary action. Now go do as your master told you.”

Cecilia ran past and disappeared upstairs to do as she was told. Grant held the door open to the house. “Come on in. I need to order the food, and then we can talk. We have a lot to discuss tonight.”

They had just gotten through the door and heard the girls upstairs. “Oh, hey Missus McLeod is our master, downstairs?”

Grant heard his mom mumble and then the squeal of his twin sluts and the sound of feet hurrying down the stairs. They came tearing around the corner and wrapped their arms around me from each side. “Welcome home, Master. We missed you.”

It was then that it registered to Grant that Tiffany and Tara were naked and all but humping him in their horniness.

“Jesus girls! You’re fucking naked. Go get dressed. I know I taught you better than to run around like that!” Westly growled out.

Tiffany was kissing Grant and Tara glared at her father, who had just berated them.

“As you have already reminded us, several times today, Dad, Grant has control of us now. So, you don’t get to tell us what to do anymore. This is our home and Gant is our master. If you don’t like how we greet him; we don’t care. This isn’t about you. He promised us lots of cums tonight, and we wanted to be ready. Just remember what you told us earlier. We’re his, and only he has a right to control us now.”

Tara turned and kissed Grant then, while Tiffany took over the conversation. “If you don’t like how we greet our master, then close your eyes or leave.”

Grant pulled them both off of him and smacked their asses hard. “That’s enough. I invited your dad here. I need to talk to him. You will apologize for being rude, and then you both will go upstairs and get dressed. I want skirts and full shirts. You can skip underwear, but you will not make my guest feel uncomfortable in my house.” He glared at them. “Am I clear on that?”

Together, in that cute twin speech thing they had, they answered. “Yes, Master.” They turned to their dad. “Sorry, Dad.” Then they went upstairs, and Westly relaxed. “You’ve got a lot of training to do with those two, Grant.”

“Why do you say that?”

“All they’ve done since we left the courthouse is try to seduce me. They promised you they belonged to you, and yet they still are trying to entice every man they can.”

Grant indicated as they entered the den to take a seat. Fiona walked in clothed like he’d told the twins to dress, and knowing his sister as he did, that meant she’d been at the head of the stairs listening. She knelt down, kissed her brother, and then sat on his lap. “Mother is in the bath, Grant. How can I help tonight? Should I get you and our guest a drink?”

Grant smiled and could feel she had been listening; she had no panties, and she was sure that Westly had gotten an eyeful of her ass and pussy when she’d kissed him earlier. “Westly, would you like a drink?”

“Sure, whatever you have.”

“Peach Juice for me Fiona and some of mom’s hidden scotch for Westly, and after the drinks, would you get a delivery from that Cajun chicken place mom loves so much? I promised her dinner in bed tonight. She’s had a rough day.”

His sister stood and laughed. “Yes, I saw evidence of her rough day running down her leg as she got in the tub. Really Grant, are you trying to get her pregnant in one day?”

Grant smiled and popped his sexy sister’s ass. “Just get the food and drink. Westly and I need to talk about everything that has happened today.”

Fiona smiled and shook her perfectly tight coed ass at him. “As you wish, Master.”

“See, she listens and obeys you, as does your mother. My girls are going to take a bit more training.”

Grant shook his head. “Do you want to talk about this first, then? There are several things I would like to discuss with you, this being one of them.”

Westly thought about it for a second. “I think we need to come to an understanding on this. You told me you were going to bring them to heel, and I know it’s not been twenty-four hours yet, but it’s easier to continue as you begin.”

Grant sighed. “Fine, I took your daughters originally to humiliate them and their jock boyfriends. Fiona was sure that one look at my cock would be all it would take, and that was fairly close to what happened. Except, like everyone else, I thought they were just big sluts that put out for the team and mocked the rest of us. I had no clue about the entire forced-to-date and fuck the team thing, or that contrary to what we all thought, neither of your daughters had given up their virginity. They’d just offered their asses and mouths. I demanded it all, and before they gave me their cherries, they told me they saved them for ‘someone special’. I thought nothing of it last night. Then, this morning, I realized I went overboard, and was being as big an asshole as the bastards they were being forced to fuck. So I made some changes to all our relationships this morning. I explained to them that in my way of thinking as their ‘Master’, I had responsibilities, too. I told them I had the responsibility to protect and provide and think of what was best for them, as well as my needs and wants. At least, that’s what I think a good Alpha male should do.”

Westly nodded. “I agree, but why is that important for me to know?”

Grant leaned closer to the older man. “You have no clue about your daughters, do you? I became their hero today by standing up for them. Do you know who their hero was before today? Before I told them to take the morning-after pill and get on birth control, so they didn’t end up as teenage statistics? It was you, Mister Anderson. Your daughters were saving their virginity for the first hero. Their first ‘Master’, their Daddy who took care of them since their mom died. The hero who did everything to give them what they wanted and needed, including letting them become another’s guys sexual playthings. That was who they were saving themselves for: you! Even once I took that virginity, they still wanted to thank you and asked me to let them fuck you.”

“What! They asked you?”

“Yes sir, right before we came to your office, they asked, and I told them that if the opportunity came up, they could give themselves to you. Not because I want to share my girls, but because you owned them first, you were just too honorable to take what was yours. Here’s the thing, you tried to play it off as a misunderstanding last night; however, we both know you want them. You told me if I ever had more pussy than I could handle to let you know, then played it off like you meant others, not your daughters. But I knew what you meant and when I realized this morning what I had stolen from you, I wanted to make it right. Be honest with me, Westly. You want to fuck your daughters, don’t you?”

Westly looked him in the eye and sighed. “More than anything, but they started dating those jocks. Then last night they told me they switched their loyalty to you, and I don’t take what isn’t mine to take.”

“I understand that. Normally I don’t like to share either, but I guess I’m going to have to. I’ve got a source for my needs at school, and some of those will be married women.”

Westly nodded. “I think that’s different, as long as it’s a woman whose needs aren’t getting met at home. No woman who asks a young man to fuck her is getting what she needs, which means she isn’t being taken care of at home. Even if she’s married, that says her needs aren’t being taken care of and she is looking for a source of having those needs met. That makes her fair game as long as meeting those needs is all you’re doing. I would be upset and lose respect for you if I thought you were trying to destroy any woman’s happy marriage or satisfied life.”

Grant thought. “I think I agree with that assessment. Now, about Tiffany and Tara, they still really want to give themselves to you. And you didn’t give them away; they were taken from you by the athletic coaches at school. So, I’m going to give you each of them for a single night alone and both for this weekend. However, you will not loan them to anyone, and I get them back on Sunday afternoon. I also think you should tell them what you told me about why you wouldn’t take them.”