Sex participants are all legal age.
Incest is lesbian, minimal and secondary to the story.
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PART 2
Chapter 6
The appearance of my mother was definitely unexpected. I was still recovering from my herculean fuck fest with three women. Speaking of whom, they were now sitting on the side of the bed facing the open doorway. Viewing three magnificent women like they were was overwhelming. Their gorgeous curved bodies and beautiful faces was enough to grab and hold my attention for the next hundred years, if only I could survive that long.
Harriet Hollis was taking a long time to arrive, making me assume she was checking each room as she delved deeper into the house. This was very out of character for the woman I knew. She ran her family the same way she ran her company, with an iron will fist. I knew both as I worked in her company as a lowly desk jockey crunching numbers, whilst she had the exulted position of CEO. At one time I thought she might have given up and returned to her car, but that would have been an impossible dream on my part. It had sounded at one time that she had returned to her car.
Various ideas ran through me as I considered the best way to meet and greet her. My wife and her female family members I considered were strong characters, and I knew how lucky I had been to come out on top. How I did this was a mystery to me, even though it was myself who must have done it. My memory of the events was chaotic, it was like my body was being used by something or someone else. Silly, but I had become someone else to force them into sex and, for whatever reason, it changed their natures from dominant to submissive; at least for the short term. I dreaded waking in the morning to find myself hung, drawn and quartered, seeing my dismembered body parts spread all over the room. I'm not that stupid to think I would wake up in that instance, but the imagery was enough to terrify me.
There was a discrete scuffle noise from the hallway just outside the room. If I hadn't been intently listening I would never have heard it. The women on my bed were watching the doorway and seemed to all direct their line of sight to one spot. I assumed mother was hiding out of my vision looking in on the women. Their attention was held for a minute before all three turned to look at me. Sitting more upright I took this as a signal that she would be entering the room. I still had not come up with a plan except to copy what had already worked. My prayers were that I would come out of this with my freedom, and most of my body parts intact. My life had been controlled by this woman from the moment of my birth. She had made every decision for me, taught me exactly how to behave and how to act, even how to think. My legs were shaking, as were my arms as I stood to face her. I took a deep breath and braced myself for the verbal battle to come, hopefully followed by me taking her physically. I had never ever looked at my mother a a sexual being. She was the ultimate authority figure; tall, strong and unbending. As to having sex, blahh! I would prefer to eat dirt.
Nerves must have been getting the better of me as I unthinkingly brushed my hands over myself to remove any dirt or dust and to straighten my clothing of any wrinkles or misalignment. I was still naked which shouldn't have surprised me as much as it did. I then decided I had to get myself prepared for battle with my overbearing mother. My cock had been resting even more than the rest of me and still needed more downtime. I had to get it back to its powerful self so I tried to think sexy thoughts. Somehow I totally missed that there were three prime female specimens in the room with me who had shown they would cater to whatever I wanted. My mind went to new places, thinking about mother, trying to picture her nude. A woman a few centimetres taller than me with a slim body that only barely curved from shoulder to hip. Her saving grace were the gigantic breasts protruding from her chest. Trying to guess how large and what colour her nipples would be was as far as I got.
Being lost in my imagination I barely noticed when Harriet stormed the room. It was only her sudden appearance that got my attention as she seemed to jump through the doorway. I looked at her for a bare second to note she was pointing her right arm out toward me holding something in it. That was all I recall as my body went into shock with every nerve-ending screaming its complaints. My every muscle constricted, holding me in place. I would have screamed had I been able to breathe. It felt like I was already in hell for an eternity until I blessedly passed out. I know this because the next thing I remember was being held by my wife as she cried and gently smoothed back the hair on my head.
I had trouble understanding words being spoken to me, although I sensed hands carefully touching me. Minutes later I was conscious enough to recognise the two women on the bed with me, and another entering the room to put a glass to my lips. I happily sipped the cool water and managed to croakily speak.
"What happened."
This sent them into more crying and their hold on me increased. At least I got an answer and explanation as they helped me to sit up.
Florence filled me in, "I'm sorry master, we were unsure what we should do. I don't think any of us expected Harriet to attack you with a weapon. We thought you would be able to help her you like you did for us."
"That's okay Flo', I would never have thought that likely either. But how come are we still at home?"
Tamsyn took up the story, "Master, as soon as we saw what she was doing with the taser we pushed her away. Mother and I kept her away as Marion went to see to you. She is a very strong woman, but between us we managed to get her to leave. I was glad the taser had only a single charge in it, and that she was here alone. I think she must have seen our cars out front and after she got no response at the front door, thought we were in danger or something. She had the taser in her hand although hidden from us when she stood outside the bedroom door."
Marion was crying and added, "I am so sorry master. It is our fault you were hurt, you couldn't see her and we never gave you any warning she was there. Please forgive us, although I know we would never have done that for you before today."
I suddenly had three sobbing women with their heads pressed onto my body, as they held me like a was a life preserver in the middle of the ocean. I was still coming to grips with things and did the only thing I could think of. Gently rub them with my hands, trying to console them as my brain raced with all that had happened. Never in my life had I needed to think ahead or consider the unknown. My conditioning had always been to do as told, meaning the females did the thinking and decision making. Men just provided the obedience and did as told. The only thing I could decide was that I wish I had more than two hands. Two into three didn't quite make equal odds.
