Chapter 6

I set up the pictures of much the same way I had the day before. In the first several, everyone was dressed. The first one was of Liz, Joy, and Darla—Liz in the middle. It was a typical, happy (looking) photo of a mother and her two daughters. After having had them get dressed, Joy took a picture with her son and daughters—the first several were of them standing, the next several of Dana and Michael sitting in chairs with Joy and Kimberly standing behind them. Nothing was out of the ordinary, just normal family photos.

The next photos were shirtless photos, again like the day before. Liz, Darla, and Joy went first, with Liz in the middle. To begin with, they had their arms around each other's backs, smiling happily, as though nothing was strange about them taking shirtless pictures. After a few shots like that, I had them put their arms by their sides, as though they were posing. Then I had them all lean forward, their chins upward, to smile at the camera—from this angle we got great pictures of their bra encased, hanging tits.

I then had them turn their backs to the camera, allowing for great ass shots. Several pictures had them simply looking away. The next several were of them looking over their shoulders and smiling—all of these pictures were made with their arms around each other's backs. The last few were, again, with their arms at their sides, and again they were looking away.

Next, I had Kimberly and Dana do the same thing, only it was just the two of them to start with. Both of them took bra shots, back and front, just like the others. Finally, I had them in several pictures with Liz, Darla, and Joy—one big happy family.

The shoot went virtually how it had gone the day before only Joy and her daughters were added. When we got down to where they were all naked, we took quite a few pictures of Joy and Dana WITH their bushes, but after a little while, we stopped while they shaved—Kimberly shaved Joy, Liz shaved Dana—all of it on camera.

"Okay, I need Liz, Joy, and Kimberly in this next shot," I told them, "I want Liz and Joy on either side of Kimberly. This is our grandmother-mother-granddaughter shot."

I even had them completely redress before taking the first one. After a few of those, they took several without their shirts, before stripping off their pants, then without their bras, and finally completely naked.

We repeated this with Dana and when it was finished I said, "Darla, we'll do this with your daughters tomorrow."

I paused as Matt changed memory cards, again. I then continued, "I want everyone in just their panties. Liz, you and Darla should remember how this goes. I'm going to stop speaking and let you two direct as you participate."

I smiled as Liz and Darla seemed as though they were having the time of their lives (they were—even though it was absolutely infuriating to them. They silently scolded themselves for their 'giddiness' and arousal. Neither of them could believe how much they were enjoying the "despicable" and "immoral" acts).

I watched as Liz immediately had Dana lie on her back, immediately ripping her panties down her legs as though she was possessed. Actually, she was—by her overwhelming need to cum. The need had been building since earlier in the living room. Liz continued to believe the only person who could get her off was Dana.

Although Darla was supposed to be directing, along with Liz, she found herself being 'directed' by Kimberly, who was on her back next to her sister—only she was forcing her mother to eat her pussy, while she made Darla suck her tits. Kimberly was in a heaven she never knew existed.

To get to Kimberly's pussy, Joy was actually standing at the foot of the bed, leaning over, which pushed her ass into the air.

"Michael," I said softly. I simply motioned towards his mother, no words were needed.

The young teenager seemed to eagerly take his place behind his unsuspecting mother. In one motion, he easily buried his cock into her soaking wet cunt.

Joy, caught off guard by the sudden penetration of her cunt, started to look up enough to see behind her—she knew the feeling of a cock inside her, but she didn't know whose it was. But Kimberly held her head firmly against her pussy.

"Don't you dare stop until I tell you too," Kimberly ordered her. As had the others, Kimberly had been as turned on as she could ever recall. She just knew her mother was going to get her off and didn't want to wait any longer to find out!

As that was happening, without any hesitation, Liz thrust two fingers deeply into Dana's pussy, while she wrapped her legs around the frightened girl's leg, furiously humping her. She was mad with the need to cum. After a few minutes, and figuring out this wasn't going to do the trick, Liz changed places with Dana—Liz was now on bottom.

Although frightened by her grandmother, Dana was horny too and when Liz ordered her to sit on her face, she did so gladly. But Liz quickly pushed Dana forward, across her body, forcing her face against her own pussy—they were in the classic 69 position. Dana had never even thought about eating another pussy, much less her grandmothers! But her nose and mouth were firmly planted her snatch, giving her little choice but to began licking.

For the next hour, they continued trying to reach their peaks—but only Michael did, right after I made sure Joy was begging for him to cum in her.

Eventually, I let Rick in on all the fun, only I decided to change the tone of the entire proceedings—everyone temporarily 'forgot' about my tit size rule for a short time (I wanted as much incriminating video as I could get). Now the camera recorded Rick and Joy "forcing" everyone to have sex. I directed everyone's reactions to obey their demands accordingly. Joy held down a sobbing and fighting Kimberly as Rick entered her. As soon as he did, Joy "forced" Dana to eat her out as she watched her husband rape their oldest daughter. Joy came just before Rick did.

As this was going on, Liz, Darla, and Michael simply watched in stunned, frightened silence. Instead of Rick moving from Kimberly to Dana, he demanded Michael lie on his back. The crying fifteen year old did as his daddy ordered, spreading his legs wide. Rick demanded Dana hold her brother's legs open as she sat on his face. Joy, sitting on the bed next to her son, began jacking him off as she watched her husband's cock slowly sink into her son's asshole. Dana looked straight down on the scene, causing her to cum on Michael's face before her daddy had bottomed out.

In the meantime, Joy demanded that Liz get a strap-on dildo out of Martha's black bag. She did as she was told before being told to lie on her back. Joy then ordered Kimberly to ride the dildo until she came three times. A terrified and totally submissive Kimberly did as she was ordered without protest, sinking her soaking wet pussy down onto the dildo her grandmother was holding up for her. As the two began fucking, Joy ordered Kimberly to lie down across her grandmother, causing their bodies to press together as they furiously fucked. Joy then ordered Darla to kick Kimberly's asshole continuously until she got off. Darla, also terrified and crying, immediately did as she was told—although she retched several different times as she did so.

After I got an hour or so of Rick and Joy forcing themselves on their family—and forcing their family on each other, I had Matt and Martha do the same thing.

By the end of the evening, which was well after midnight, I had all the damning pictures and video that I would ever need on either family. As I said to begin with, I prefer not to use my talent. Although I do enjoy watching and participating when I do, it's much more gratifying when I don't.

Although I had used my talent to acquire the pictures and videos, and although I used it to have everyone forget parts of what happened, but to remember vividly other parts (creating a reality for them that did not necessarily happen), I tend to simply 'forget' those little facts.

For instance I made sure Rick and Joy 'remembered' (on their own free will) forcing their kids, Liz, and Darla into sex—it was simply sex, nothing overly kinky (i.e., anal, etc.). The kids 'remembered' being forced to fuck each other and other members of their family by Matt and Martha. Everyone remembers pictures and video being taken while it was going on. Liz and Darla simply remember their family being raped because of the "deals" they brokered. No one would ever think to talk about the events to find out differently—I made sure of that. Rick and Joy would always presume their kids' attitudes towards them were because of the rape. In reality their kids were simply completely embarrassed to have been forced into sex with each other and them.

Everyone had a different view on reality. I was the puppet master and they were the puppets. But as I just said, I don't enjoy it as much when everyone is completely manipulated. But to get things exactly how I want them, sometimes manipulation is needed.

Rick, Joy, Kimberly, and Dana, along with Liz, all spent the night at Darla's. The next morning, the Rials' family awoke remembering the day before as simply another day—they visited Darla, nothing out of the ordinary happened (for the time being). Darla and Liz, however remembered what had really happened, and presumed everyone else did as well. But they said nothing to Joy and her family.

Joy couldn't figure out what was wrong with her mother and sister, but never thought to ask. She simply thought she was overreacting—there couldn't be anything wrong with them.

As Joy and her family left, Liz and Darla licked their lips in anticipation of the next opportunity they would get with them. Little did they know, it wouldn't be long. Darla accompanied her mother as she went to her house to pick up more clothing and other items. Liz had decided she would stay at Darla's for the foreseeable future—Liz 'remembered' she was in charge and that soon, she would get to be 'in charge' of her other granddaughters as well. Darla quickly agreed her mother should stay and just before they left to go get her clothes, ate her to a quick orgasm.

Around 10am I watched as Dale pulled into the driveway across the street. Darla and Liz had been back from Liz's house for nearly an hour. He grabbed a couple of hand bags before walking to the door. He looked at Liz's car with a puzzled expression. As he entered the house, I quickly made my way across the street and into their house. I made sure none of them saw or heard me, and although I bring a camera, I knew the cameras I had wired into the house were as good as gold.

"Hey hunny," Darla said smiling as Dale entered the house, "How was your trip?"

"Boring," he replied, "But we got a lot done."

"That's good," she said as she kissed him on the cheek.

"Hey mom," Dale greeted his mother-in-law. His mother had died several years back, so he simply called Liz 'mom.'

"Hello, Dale," Liz smiled back.

"Dale," Darla began immediately. Although she heard herself speaking, Darla couldn't believe the words that were coming out of her mouth. She continued, although she was a little hesitant at first, "Dale, hunny, I have something to talk to you about."

"What's that?" he asked grabbing a coke out of the refrigerator. Darla and her mother were dressed in their typical attire—khaki pants pulled up to their belly buttons, button down shirts that were tucked, and loafers—both of them had managed to put makeup on that morning and "do" their hair.

"Dale," she began, "While you were gone, mom stayed here for a couple of days."

"Yeah," he said half-listening.

"Well, she's going to stay here on a regular basis," she continued.

He looked at her with a puzzled expression and was about to reply when she cut him off.

"And because she is, I want you to feel free to have sex with her," Darla informed him as though it was the most normal thing in the world.

He literally dropped the canned coke he was drinking to the floor. It splashed everywhere.

He looked from Darla, to Liz, then back to Darla, completely telling himself that what he had just heard was simply a joke. He didn't know what to say or do at the moment, believing that there was absolutely no good response—he would be in trouble no matter how he answered.

Darla, seeing his confused hesitation, repeated what she had just said, "I know you've wanted to fuck her, Dale. I've seen how you've looked at her. I don't mind if you do. I want you too!"

"What!?!" he sputtered, "When?"

"That doesn't matter," Liz said stepping forward, taking over, "We don't have to get into 'when' and 'where.' Dale," Liz began standing within inches of him, "While you were gone, your wife submitted completely to her mother."

"What? Submitted?" Dale was completed floored. He knew what the word meant, obviously, but to hear the word used by his mother-in-law, about his wife, after his wife just told him he could fuck her mother ... his mind was turning flips.

"Yes, submitted," she repeated. Without looking at her, Liz said, "Darla, strip and kneel."

I could read every jumbled thought that was going through Dale's mind. He didn't need manipulation. His cock was beginning to stir and it wouldn't be long until he had the biggest hard on of his life—and he definitely wanted to fuck his mother-in-law, he was simply worried that this was some kind of trap.

But when he saw Darla began taking her clothes off, kicking off her shoes, then her shirt, followed by her pants, bra and then panties—and to top it off she was shaved!—his mind leaped for joy. There was no way, his mind screamed, that this could be anything but real!

As ordered, once completely naked, Darla kneeled looking up at both of them for her next order.

"Darla and I got something straight," Liz continued smugly, "I am in charge."

She paused, stepping right up against Dale, placing her hand over his hardened cock and balls as she said, "Except when it comes to you. You are the head of this household."

She kissed him as she pulled her shirttail out. She quickly unbuttoned her own shirt, pulling it open. She took both of his hands and pushed them under her bra, replacing it with his hands.

"They're bigger than hers aren't they?" Liz whispered seductively.

"Yes," he whispered back.

"Darla," Liz calling holding Dale's stare, get me ready for your husband.

Dale looked down, immediately thinking she couldn't mean what first crossed his mind. His mouth dropped as he saw his wife unbuttoning and unzipping her mother's pants, pulling them and her panties to her ankles, helping her mother step out of them. He, again, was stunned to see that Liz was shaved too! He couldn't believe it. Then, something that he didn't think would ever happen even in his wildest dreams, his wife leaned forward, burying her face in her mother's wide open snatch.

"You see, Dale," Liz said almost in a gasp, "Darla's breasts are smaller than mine, her butt isn't as nice as mine, her legs are okay, but mine are better. We decided, actually I decided, you deserved better. I decided you deserved us both. What do you think?"

He noticed her eyes glazing over as she spoke. Finding his voice he said, "I'm speechless."

"You want us, together, don't you?" she asked seductively.

"Why hell yes," he replied immediately with a no-shit laugh.

"You have all the power," she told him, "Tell us to do something. Tell your wife to do something, anything, she'll do it."

I put an idea in his head. He immediately said, "Pull your ass cheeks open and tell Darla to eat your ass."

Immediately, Darla crawled behind her and Liz reached back, pulling her cheeks as wide apart as she could saying, "Darla, eat my ass—from the top of my crack to the bottom, and make sure to take care of my little winking hole too."

Darla immediately went to work, licking her mother's ass crack like it was an ice cream cone—long broad swipes—before shorting them to a quick lap at her tiny, puckered backdoor. To do this adequately, though, she had to bury her face and nose between her mother's ass cheeks, which was to Dale's delight.

After a few minutes, he told her to stop.

"So I have complete control over you two for how long?" he asked.

"Until midnight," Liz replied, "I'll tell you about that later. Are you ready to go to the bedroom yet?"

"Yes," he replied looking them both up and down, mentally comparing the mother and daughter. Liz was right, he thought to himself, she had her daughter beat in most categories, although he told himself, Darla's tits were definitely more firm.

He followed the two naked ladies down the hall to the bedroom. Liz threw her shirt and bra on the floor as they entered the room, leaving her completely naked. She and Darla laid down on the bed, on their backs, side by side.

Propping their heads up on pillows, looking between their spread legs, Liz asked, "Do you want to know how to have us, together, forever?"

He nodded as though words had escaped him.

She motioned for him to get on the bed, which he did.

"Put your fingers in our twats," she told him. Again, he did as he was told, sinking two fingers into each woman at the same time.

"I'm tighter than she is too aren't I?" Liz asked smiling. This totally humiliated Darla. She blushed as she watched her husband slowly push his fingers into and out of her mother, totally ignoring the fact that he had two fingers in her too.

"Much more," he replied.

Making sure he kept his fingers buried in her pussy as she sat up, she looked him in the eyes and said, "You can have us, control us, make us do whatever you want, for as long as you want," she began, pausing to let that sink in. He was definitely all ears. She opened his pants, pulling his rock hard cock out, slowly jacking him as she spoke, "But, except for you, I want to control everyone else in this house—including Renee and Deanna.

She felt his cock jump considerably. She quickened her pace, adding, "I want to watch their daddy fuck them both and I want their daddy to watch them have sex with each other, and with Darla and me."

Just before he came, she stopped saying, "Don't get off yet."

She motioned to Darla to turn over—both women getting on their hands and knees, their upper bodies resting on the bed which thrust their asses into his face. He licked his lips as he looked at the mother and daughter, again mentally comparing their nakedness—realizing Darla's mother had her beaten in the ass category too. Then he thought about what his mother-in-law was asking—immediately an image of Renee and Deanna, naked, exactly how Liz and Darla were at that moment, raced into his mind—although he had to imagine what they looked like naked since he didn't know from first-hand experience.

His cock twitched again, almost causing him to cum right there without it even being touched.

Liz spoke again from her position, her ass in the air for Dale to view, "How would you like it if you could have your daughters like we are, Dale? Naked and presenting their asses and pussies to you for inspection—you know Darla wants to check them for their virginities. She wants them to present themselves exactly like this!"

Darla felt like someone had punched her in the stomach. She tried to figure out how her mother knew that!?! She had only told Joe, so thought to herself, and there was no way Joe had time to tell her mother! Darla started to say something but was stopped as Liz continued, "She's pretty much sure that Renee's no virgin, but we feel good Deanna is."