Binoculation

Disclaimer--What we have here is a work of fiction. Nothing is true.

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Part 3

Rosita's training progressed nicely during September and into October. Taking her to get both nipples pierced and my name tattooed on the small of her back was a challenge on account of how horny the undertaking made us; mother, Rosie and myself. Fitting my new slave with a collar presented another minor challenge. Finally, we decided it would be plain black leather with "Slave" engraved on it. I even fussed about what type of chain to use. The nipple chains I wanted to be lightweight like mother's, but the chain I attached to her collar I wanted to be heavier, like an animal. You may think these decisions unnecessary, but once made, had a powerful effect. Instinctually, Rosie became more subservient to mother, who became dominant. This bit of improvisation thrilled me.

Mother and Rosie became inseparable; in public, they were aunt and niece. At home, they couldn't get enough of each other. They fell into a unique daily ritual where they showered together. I know this because mother is quite vocal during sex. Occasionally I joined in-I'm a degenerate male after all-but I decided giving them time to bond, encouraging their lesbian relationship.

News from the Estrada household was steamy indeed. Both Rosie and her mother made their taboo sexual fantasies into a reality, embarking on a passionate love affair. I also gave Rosie's mother a second fetish-an urge to suck my dick-which I decided after I found out what a good cocksucker she was. Having Lucia swallowing my load while her daughter railed her asshole with a strap on was intoxicating.

Back to the story. College was back in session, and both Rosie and I attended. I changed my mind, encouraging her to go for the nursing degree. She dove in completely and with enthusiasm.

I had an epiphany; My possessiveness regarding mother was impeding our success as a family. Mother deserved a higher level of autonomy. I had been so intent on keeper her beautiful I failed to realize just how useful she could be.

We had a financial manager, a man in his mid-sixties with a sterling reputation. Even though he was happily married, he had no chance under my mother's charms. During their second date, she took him back to my house, handed him the binoculars, and gazed up at the stars. I think you know what happened next.

It was insanely easy to get men under control by using mother as a spider; I'm an idiot for not thinking of it sooner. If you recall from previous entries, we needed money; this man could provide part of that by investing my money wisely. He was kind enough to give me his client list, granting me access to a lot of juicy info.

I found a name on his list that made me curious. A model in the entertainment industry named Arzu Kovalenko came up. Imagine my surprise when I saw her picture and realized she was the porn actress known publicly as Elizaveta. Olive-skinned, hair dark with butterscotch highlights, she stood at 5 foot 10 inches. Equally impressive were her investments. Getting control of her finances would mean no more monetary worries.

Investigating further revealed Arzu was a mail-order bride who came over with a pair of brothers five years ago; these brothers looked nothing alike. A little over one year later, her husband went out for a drive and never came back, leaving Arzu so devastated she had to go into porn to make ends meet. I won't lie; a part of me respected her game. Marry an American for citizenship, then have her "brothers" kill the poor guy. If they kept their story straight and hid the evidence, the cops couldn't lift a finger.

I had mother hire a private investigator to confirm what I suspected. Divulging only public information, I was curious to see what they came up with.

Putting Arzu on standby pending the investigation, I turned to Julia, the yoga instructor. Mother attended a few classes, impressing the fitness instructor enough to get a weekly one-on-one appointment for the next month. She charged mother an arm and a leg for just four visits. I won't repeat the exact amount, but if neurosurgeon or rocket scientists charged for house calls, they would probably charge less than Julia. Initially, this disqualified her from the wife-search.

Waking up the next day to a lovely tandem blowjob from my two slaves immediately raised my morale. I had each of their chains still attached to their collars. I yanked mother's chain, pulling her up to me without a word.

"Master," she said.

"Slave."

We kissed with a passion only a mother and son in a taboo relationship could have. Rosie paused her blowjob to watch us kiss.

I broke off playing tonsil hockey with mother to glance at Rosie.

"Slave, you can watch and still suck my cock."

"Yes, Master," she said, immediately going back to her cock worship. Her tongue work was improving, thanks to both mother's instruction and repetition.

Speaking of tongue work, I went back to shoving mine into mother's mouth.

"When is your appointment with Julia?" I asked, finally pulling away.

"Three days, Master."

"Good. Gives us time to plan." The heat mother gave off was palpable. Rosie's slurping and the wet heat from her cock-sleeve mouth felt great. Another wet sound accompanied our lovemaking; the sound of her fingers buried in her own wet muff while she watched mother and I.

"Master, physically she is very fit, and she has wide hips."

I was curious. "Fit is good, Slave. What is the significance of wide hips?"

"Birthing hips, Master. She can provide you with children."

The thought of having the yoga instructor as a brood mare touched on my inner caveman; I loved the idea.

I jingled Rosie's chain, garnering her attention. I could tell she was close to her own orgasm.

"Slave, fuck me. Face away so I may see your ass."

My eager fuck-toy maneuvered into a reverse cowgirl position before lowering herself onto me. I had an ulterior motive for seeing her ass; Rosie was in the second week of her anal training. A bejeweled buttplug was currently jammed up her asshole; the same plug I used on mother. Next week, the nubile girl's rectum would be fitted with a larger size. And then I would take all three phases of her virginity.

Rosie was such a good fuck-toy. Both she and I lost weight due to all the hard fucking. Mornings were my favorite time of the day and where the three of us were most active together.

"Thank you, Master," she said with breathless reverence, after I gifted her womb with my seed.

"Mother, help Rosie clean me, then eat my cum out of her slave pussy."

"Oh god, Master, I will," mother whispered huskily.

I put my hands behind my head and enjoyed the show.

Three days later, with still no word from the private eye, I watched the last few minutes of the yoga session. Both ladies were in savasana, also called corpse pose. Lasting for ten minutes, it's meant to release the muscles. While the pose looks like both ladies are asleep, they weren't. If you're doing yoga right, it can be one of the toughest poses.

Mother was correct; Julia had wide hips, far from her best feature. Umber skin tone combined reddish brown shades, giving her both a natural tan and a youthful, healthy look. Her physique was feminine, but defined in a way that pleased me.

I brought a small repast out to the veranda, three glasses, a pair of carafes filled with water and grapefruit juice, and a bowl of various fruits. Trying to be respectfully quiet, I'm sure they heard liquid being poured. I've always found the sound of ice tinkling inside a glass to be aesthetically pleasing. Waiting patiently for the session to end, I offered towels to the pair of sexy women.

I know what you're thinking; I didn't forget the binoculars.

"Good morning, mother."

"Good morning, son," mother said, her tone sunny while hugging me. "I don't believe you've met Julia."

I gave Julia my best polite smile. "Sorry about coming in during the last part of your session. I thought you might like a light meal and something to drink."

The gorgeous yoga instructor took the towel with a palpable indifference, careful not to touch me.

"Shari, my title is 'Yogi'. There's a lot of positive energy flow going through your space. Having a positive Feng Shui is an essential part of actuating our mindfulness."

"I hope everything is okay?" I understood she was talking jargon, but it made little sense.

"Shari, do you spend a lot of time with your son?"

Mother wore a proud look, saying, "Lately we've been spending more time together."

Yogi Julia turned to me and said, "You need to have your aura cleansed, Jasper. You're tainting your mother's."

"Huh," I said, trying to contain my own rising anger.

If I were to add the word "like" before every third word, that would give you a more accurate sense of her dialogue. Julia wore pretentiousness like a pair of dirty underwear.

I half expected her to cancel the remaining appointments yet still charging us full price, given her bitchy attitude. The pair haggled a time next week that worked. Once Julia left, I attached the chain to mother's collar, then fucked her in the ass mercilessly until I came.

While mother lovingly cleaned me off with her mouth, I generated a plan for Julia's next visit. Arriving on a day where the staff was here meant I could manufacture car trouble. While recharging the battery, the Yoga coach would have no choice but to wait, providing opportunities. Mother and I would also try to con her into a modeling opportunity surrounding the binoculars.

During lunch, I floated the plan by Kenneth, Rosie, and mother over lunch. We all sat around the dining room table, except for Kenneth's daughter. Underneath the table, lips fastened around my cock, Rosie's slurps and moans were louder than usual, prompting me to suspect she enjoyed her father being present. This made sense, given the incest fetish I instilled.

"Depends in the car, Casper. If it's a hybrid, we can syphon the gas, but the battery might be a problem. How much time do you need?"

"20 minutes, but give us an update that it'll take an extra 10," I said.

"I'm not sure she likes you, Master," Mother said, concerned.

Rosie's sweet voice floated up from under the table. "She doesn't like Master?" she said, incredulous.

"Rosie, mouth," I said before continuing. "If that's the case, I'll stay away and you get her to use the right binoculars."

I was concerned about Julia and her unpredictability. "Mother, if for whatever reason she tries to switch binoculars with you, act like you got a text from me, then send me a quick 'OK' text. I'll come out and we'll switch to plan B."

"Plan B, Master?" mother asked.

I swallowed hard before answering. "Kidnapping."

During the next week, we had our private investigator over for lunch. Since he used binoculars in his job, I asked him for his opinion on my unique set.

"Pavel and Arzu are fairly cozy for brother and sister. The biggest problem with investigations of this nature is the long-distance inquiries. Birth records, work history, criminal history. Lev hangs out almost every night at a dive bar called 'The Bottleneck Saloon'. Pavel has joined him once. Arzu is the smart one, but she defers to Pavel, who I suspect is her lover or husband."

"Mr. Roqueford, thank you so much. Let us know if you gain the information."

He took a drink before continuing.

"Sure, but I won't bill you for it unless I get something back. Chances are good we never hear from Ukraine. The same inquiries were made by law enforcement when Arzu's husband went missing. They suspected Pavel, but never could dig anything up."

I let out an exasperated sigh.

"You did your best. Even if you find nothing, come by for dinner."

"I will."

"You married, Mr. Roqueford?" I asked.

"Call me Jim, and I am, albeit unhappily."

His facial expression showed he wasn't used to sharing personal information with a client.

"Bring her, too."

It was time to bring the conversation to a close, so we saw him off. Jim Roqueford enjoyed the binoculars, leaving our company both friendlier and more obedient. We returned to our sexual perversions. It was mother's first night with the strap-on. Watching her destroy Rosie's cunt was quite the erotic sight. Gifting her mouth with my seed, I had both my slaves work my rod back to stiffness before plunging it into mother's yielding sphincter. Rosie then railed mother's needy tunnel with her strap-on.

I can always tell before mother cums, because she'll emit a series of yips, like a poodle. Their pitch gets higher and higher until she comes. While Rosie and I DP'd my sexy blond slave, she began crying out with the familiar yips. Mother was on top of Rosie, fucking her with abandon, while I was behind her, making sure her ass was stuffed with her son's cock. The look of pure lust whenever she glanced back at me revealed how much she loved the attention. Lowering herself to tongue wrestle Rosie, I felt my orgasm nearing.

Mother's orgasm came first, followed by my own. I had Rosie clean me off while I made out with mother. Both had their collars on, but I hadn't affixed the chains yet.

"Slaves, it's time for your chains."

Mother and Rosie both stopped what they were doing in glee, moving almost at a run to collect their own chains from the closet before kneeling at the foot of the bed. Each offered theirs to me in anticipation. I put the tip of my cock to mother's lips, commanding her to be still, slapping her forehead and both cheeks with my cock gently before repositioning at the entrance of her mouth. As I fastened the chain to her collar, she came. Simultaneously, I sank my cock into her mouth-pussy until my balls hit her chin. Then I began throat-fucking her a few strokes before pulling out, sliding over to Rosie.

"Hello, Slave," I said, crouching.

"Master," she said, excitement in her tone.

I couldn't help but smile as I invaded her greased cunt with three fingers.

Orgasmic convulsions rocked her body when I fastened the chain to her collar. Pussy juice poured around my fingers onto the floor as she pinched her nipples. I went back over to mother, offering my fingers soaked with Rosie's cum. My wanton slave reveled in the taste of her young slave sister.

With chains in hand, the night's debauchery began. Taking Rosie from behind while she ate mother's cunt, I switched to fucking Rosie with mother laying on top in a 69 position. Tonguing Rosie's clit while licking my cock as it sawed into the nubile girl's ready sex had me blow my load onto mother's face and Rosie's ass. I watched mother take out Rosie's butt plug before giving the nubile girl the most erotic rim job I've ever seen. She watched me the entire time she licked the puckered anus, and after Rosie orgasmed, I gave mother as deep a dicking as possible before spackling her womb with my seed.

I was spent, but I had mother lay on top of me while Rosie spread her ass cheeks, shoving her tongue up my mother's anus. I hoped Rosie found some of my cum when she was in there. Judging by mother's facial features, Rosie performed well.

I watched my slaves have passionate sex. Before sleep took me, I unfastened their chains.

Between Arzu and Julia, it felt like I was waging a war on two fronts. During the next week, the best thing I did was further bring Jim Roqueford into servitude. I inquired more into his married life and found him to be profoundly sad over his imminent divorce. I had him show me a picture of them together and she was devastatingly plain.

"Would you like her to still be your wife, or are you through with her?"

Jim sighed. "There's just no spark anymore. We've been a rut for the last three years and it's just getting worse."

"What would you say if I could reinvigorate your wife's passion?"

The private eye thought about it.

"I still love Maverlene, Casper. If you could do that, I'd refund my fee."

I took a drink before answering. "Convince her to come to dinner at our house. Mother and I will host. We'll have some food and drink, and by the end of the night she'll be more affectionate."

Jim seemed like a nice guy, and I wanted to do something for him. A few nights later, Maverlene Roqueford got binoculated. It was simpler than I thought; All it took was a single image of Jim Roqueford and fifteen minutes to kick-start her libido. We scheduled another dinner date with our new friends. It bears noting that in person, Maverlene didn't look half bad. What surprised me was the impressive rack. It was difficult not to picture my cock in her cleavage.

Two days later, it was time for mother's yoga session with Julia. I didn't know how Kenneth was going to sabotage her Prius, but I had my fingers crossed it would work.

I opened the door to greet our visitor, and my voice nearly caught in my throat. What struck me first were those bright blue eyes, almost the color of her two-part yoga outfit; blue tank top hugging her 32b breasts, revealing her flat, toned belly and aquamarine belly-ring.

Mother was correct. Slightly wider than her breasts, her hips were alluring, giving her body a slight triangle shaped figure.

Leading her to the veranda where mom prepared, I spoke little on account of her dismissive arrogance. It infuriated me, but I hoped I didn't show any outward signs. Concentrating on what and how I was going to break her quelled any negative feelings.

"Excuse me, Yogi Julia, I have to take this call. Mother is through the dining area," I said, taking a cellphone call. This was a part of the plan.

"Hello, Andre. Having trouble with the shoot? I already told you, my mother is unavailable. You'll have to find someone else. Don't put this on me! You're the one too fucking inept to find someone. You want me to do that too? If it's on me, then I'm charging double! Andre, this last second bullshit is going to be expensive." I made sure my voice carried as I walked away. Both mother and Julia obviously heard my fake dilemma. I gambled on her greed."

When I came down twenty minutes later, she was out with mother looking through the binoculars. I called Kenneth and told him to stop with the sabotage, but he said it was already done. Whoops.

Caught up in using the binoculars, Julia cut mother's session short. I came out exactly like last time, with fruit, drinks, and towels.

"Here you go, Yogi," I said, wanting to make a Yogi bear joke but refraining.

"Thanks. Your aura is different today."

I smiled politely. "Well, I hope my aura is pleasing."

She looked at me with those deep blue eyes, but no hint of a smile. "It's brighter this time." As she toweled herself off, I tried my best not to ogle.

As we made pleasant small talk, I could see her trying to figure out why she wanted to obey me.

"Casper," she said after talking to mother, "your mother tells me you're looking for someone to model binoculars?"

That was my cue.

"Mother was the original model, but they changed dates and she'd not going to make it. It was their mistake, but I think I can make an opportunity out of it."

"How much is the shoot, if I may ask?"

"Four hours' work, 21 thousand dollars," I said, making sure my tone was flippant. "It'll be easy to find someone, even last second. Why do you ask?"

"I have some modeling experience," she said, voice dripping with arrogance. Keep in mind, every third word she said she inserted a "like".

"I hope it's better binoculars than this thing," she said, holding the binoculars.

"You should look through them again," I said. "They look old, but the clarity is incredible."

She obeyed, looking through them again. "Keep looking."

When she finally left to go to her car, mother walked her out while I stayed behind, changing the image on the binoculars to a photo of me naked, holding a sign that said, "SERVE ME".