From the Author: Thank you all for the overwhelmingly positive response to the previous Chapters, I hope this chapter lives up to the first three. Please read those chapters first. This will not make a lot of sense otherwise. Be advised, this chapter contains themes that may include, but are not limited to, incest, sadism, masochism, "watersports", race play, racial slurs and humiliation, and they have gotten harsher each chapter. If these themes offend you, please move on, otherwise, I hope you all enjoy the ride. Comments are always encouraged, good and bad, if they are constructive. I will delete those that are just character or author bashing.
Reintroducing a Player:
Clay-The Boyfriend-5'8" unimposing, with a less than average prick, attractive enough and older than Emma, which was enough to garner her attention a couple years back, but the real reason she has dated him this long is that his father has oil money, and he spoils her even more than her daddy. He is oblivious to the fact that his girl back home is not as loyal as he is, as he attends college.
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Over the course of the next few weeks, Emma replaced her mother in her father's bed many nights. She had complete control of her mother, and with his wife's seeming approval, her father thought it was all just part of the game. Even though he knew it was morally wrong, his daughter's perfect, hard, young body and incredibly tight pussy heavily outweighed his virtue. Most nights, they would eat dinner as though everything was normal, and then, sometime during the evening, Emma would crawl up into Jack's lap and tease him right in front of her mother, who would not do a thing about it. The first several times it happened, Jack would question Jill, who would assure "daddy" that it was alright, until it was just became an accepted behavior. On those nights, in the master suite, Emma would do filthy, lurid things with her father, in front of her mother, before kicking her out of the room and sleeping with her dad. In the morning, they would come down to Jill and Judith making breakfast as if nothing ever happened.
Jack did notice that lately Jill seemed to be helping a lot more with the meal preparations. What he didn't see was that meal prep was not the only chore with which his wife was helping the maid these days. Jack would kiss his wife who would kiss him back and smile. Jack also noticed that recently Judith seemed to have a bit more of a spring in her step as well. He just figured maybe something good was happening in her personal life.
"Good morning, ladies." Jack greeted them one morning, as he walked to his wife to kiss and hug her. "How is my gorgeous wife this morning?"
"I am wonderful, sweetheart." Jill replied jovially, not wanting him to know the real truth, that she was furious her daughter was taking her place in her marital bed.
As he looked over her shoulder, Jack noticed Judith was wearing a stunning tennis bracelet. The diamond's shimmered against her buttery mocha skin as the sunlight through the window hit it, "That is quite the bracelet, Judith." Jack said, letting go of his wife and grabbing the young woman's hand to look closer. "Where in the world did you get that? Does our pretty, little maid have an admirer?"
"You could say that." Judith returned with a with a wink.
Upon further inspection, he noticed something about the jewelry, "You have one just like this don't you, dear?" He asked Jill.
Jill panicked a bit at the query. "Many of them look alike, hun." She said as nonchalantly as she could muster.
"Oh." He replied, then turning back to Judith asked, "When do we get to meet this obviously well-to-do admirer?"
"Maybe someday." Judith quipped.
"Well, I insist." He told her, turning on his 'Dad mode', "We need to make sure he is worthy of our little Judith."
"Yes sir." Judith said, feigning embarrassment.
Jill just continued preparing breakfast, hoping Jack's questions would end. Jack sat down and began to eat. As he ate, he just kept thinking that he recognized that bracelet and he made a note to ask Jill about it later.
"Good morning." Emma said in a singsong voice as she entered the kitchen a few minutes later. She was wearing one of her mother's many full-length silk robes and her heeled "fu fu" slippers. As she glided through the kitchen toward her father, it was evident that she was wearing absolutely nothing under that robe, as her firm young breasts jiggled sexily, and her nipples almost pierced the thin material of the lingerie. "Daddy." She greeted Jack as she kissed the top of his head, before nestling the back of his head between her unencumbered breasts. Moving around the island where Jill and Judith stood, Emma smiled evilly at both, "Mother." She greeted Jill, giving her a "European" kiss on each cheek. Still leaning in she whispered, "If I kissed you for real, you might taste daddy's cum."
Jill's knees got a bit weak at the comment and her body shivered. She couldn't believe the affect her daughter could have on her. She would again be furious with her a moment later when her fleeting sexual fog lifted, and she watched her eat breakfast with her husband as though they were a loving married couple. When he finished his breakfast she asked to see Jack in their room, making sure she didn't look at Emma when they left the room, for fear that she would lose her nerve.
"Before you say anything, show me your bracelet. The one that looks like the one Judith is wearing." Jack demanded as the couple entered their room. "I think she may have stolen yours."
"Don't be ridiculous, Jack. She didn't steal anything." Jill assured him, knowing the one Judith had on was definitely not hers. Jill knew this because she had bought and gifted that one to her maid just yesterday as a prerequisite to being given access her Goddess' pussy again. "See, here's mine." She told him pulling the jewelry he wanted to see from her jewelry box and holding it up.
Satisfied the help wasn't ripping him off he asked what Jill wanted to see him about. Jill hemmed and hawed, trying to figure out how to make her husband know she wasn't ok with the current arrangement with their daughter, but without making Emma mad. She finally got it out, crying as she did. Feeling horribly, Jack hugged her tightly and assured her he would talk to Emma and things would go back to normal. Jill felt so loved and protected in Jack arms.
Jack immediately went to find Emma, who was now in her room. He told her that what they were doing was wrong and that it had to stop. He tried to take all the blame and not let on that it was her mother that was driving this, but Emma knew exactly what was happening. She listened to her father's explanation and willingly accepted it without a hint of disappointment, which actually dinged his ego a bit, thinking she would resist his edict. However, as accepting as Emma appeared to be on the outside, on the inside, she was livid with her mother. She knew Jill was behind this, and she vowed to make her pay.
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"You masochistic whore!" Emma screamed at her mother two hours later as she relentlessly whipped her with the crop. "You knew this would happen if you told daddy to quit fucking me, didn't you? You wanted this!"
"No Goddess, please stop!" Jill begged, even as a second orgasm ripped through her body.
After Jack had left, Jill had not left her room, scared she would run into Emma, and hoping she would go to school. The problem was she wasn't thinking straight; it was a day Emma had no classes. Emma kept making noises in her room for over an hour, raising Jill's anxiety with every instance. Emma knew her mother was hiding, and she knew if she ignored her long enough, eventually she wouldn't be able to stop herself and she would come admit what she had done and beg for forgiveness. Jill eventually had done exactly that, and Emma was now making her pay.
Bent over Emma's bed with her legs spread wide enough for her pussy to be vulnerable, Jill wailed her apologies over and over and begged for mercy, "Goddess, pleeeeeeeeeeease, have mercy, I will tell your father I was wrong and tell him he can fuck you."
"Oh, he will fuck me, mother. He will fuck me better than he has never fucked me or YOU in his life!" Emma promised. She was alternating between abusing her mother's exposed pussy and her ass, which by now was adorned with crimson marks in the shape of the riding crop she wielded.
The ass whipping was more than Jill had ever endured, and she cried out in pain each time, but the moment the flat end of the instrument came in contact with her swollen clit, Jill would crash into another orgasm. Emma would administer five to ten straps across her ass, then not so gently, smack her pussy one time. It was pure entertainment for Emma. She scolded her then cackled her approval as she watched Jill careen from one emotion to the next. Finally, Jill lost control of her body so much, her bladder let loose, and she pissed all over the bedsheets, the floor and herself as her legs gave out and she collapsed into the puddle of urine she had just created, whimpering as she curled up into the fetal position.
Emma used the crop to coax her mother into looking up at her from the floor as she bent over above her, "You will not tell daddy to fuck me!"
Jill's tear-filled eyes looked up with confusion.
