Chapter 2
Or sometimes you just don't see it coming!
It really would help you understand what has happened so far in this story if you read the first part first and then this, the second part, second. It would make everything more sensible. This is a fiction; all of the characters are made up. Oh and they're all over 18. Enjoy!
I woke up that Saturday morning with a lithe, slim naked body nestled under one arm, and a slightly softer, slightly rounder, equally naked body under the other. I also had a raging hard on. I knew they were neither of them asleep so I lifted my arms, and took both of their hands and placed them on my cock. They were well trained and both slid down in the bed and started working on my hard on.
I stretched as I let them work.
Fuck me! Seriously? If you ever get the chance to let two women suck your cock -- go for it!
To take my mind off the gloriously sensual tongues working my cock I thought back to the night before and considered where I was at that point.
A week earlier I had discovered that I had inherited an astronomical amount of money, a large number of properties and a large house, and a business portfolio from my grandfather. More startlingly I had also inherited his two long term submissives -- who, I was stunned to find, are my mum and my grandmother!
Last night I had taken possession of the two subs and administered a punishment session to them both for their misbehaviour during the week. I had committed several acts of incest, and was in the process of becoming a repeat offender now.
If I had had any doubts that I was committed to my new life my mum sucking each ball and my gran cramming my knob down her throat helped to get rid of them. I could feel my bladder was full -- and pissing on my gran was still an alien concept to me, so I reached down and separated the two gorgeous women from my tool. Then I went through to the bathroom with both women scurrying along beside me.
"What do we do about breakfast in this house?" I asked as I pissed.
"What would Master like for breakfast?" my mum asked.
I thought for a second -- I would normally have been very relaxed and content to let someone else set the menu. Now I was the Master of the house, it was my job to choose and say what breakfast would be -- not just for me but for mum and gran as well.
"Scrambled eggs and toast, juice, and coffee."
"Very good Master Michael. May this one ask a question Master?" Gran asked.
I said that she could.
"Does the Master, wish for his two adoring subs to eat as well?"
I had forgotten! Now, here was a question.
"Yes. I would, thank you Elizabeth. So while I shower, Jane, you make breakfast for us all and Elizabeth can assist me in the shower."
"Yes, Master Michael." They chorused.
My gran helped me to soap up -- her hands soft with the soap, as she lathered my hair and body. She caressed my back and slid her hands down between my ass crack. She moved round in front of me and started to soap my front, and I started to caress her breasts -- my gran has got great little perky boobs, with pierced nipples, something I am still trying to come to terms with. Anyway she batted my hands away -- this was about me being assisted in the shower not her.
Her other hand soaped my cock and like my mum had the week previously, she started a leisurely but very effective wank. I reached around her shoulders and pulled her to me. Elizabeth's lithe body pressed itself to mine, moulding itself to me. I reached around behind her and lifted her, clasping my hands underneath her cute little bum.
Our kissing had switched from sensual to hungry, Elizabeth's supple tongue and mine met in a lingual duel. Her hands roamed across my body till she clasped her hands round my neck. I slid my hard cock into her, feeling her labial piercing against my skin.
I pressed Elizabeth back against the wall of the shower, keeping her impaled on my cock and supported by my hips. I took her nipples between my fingers and thumbs and twisted them hard.
Gran moaned into my mouth as I tugged, I tugged a bit harder, and squeezed them harder. Elizabeth came with a shudder, and once again our kisses became ravenous as I started to fuck her hard, as brutally as I could. I slammed into her forcing her up against the wall. Using one hand to slap her arse, I started to cum and shot my seed deep into my gran as she moaned her second orgasm.
We stood together as I let my cock soften and slide from her. Elizabeth stayed with her legs wrapped round my hips, her arms around my shoulders. The warm water fell on us both but she looked me in the eyes and said "Thank you Master."
"Thank you, Elizabeth." I replied.
Then in a very un-submissive way my gran leaned in and kissed my cheek, "Thank you Michael." She whispered.
"Love you Gran." I whispered back.
After we had showered, and sub Elizabeth had towelled me off, we sat at breakfast with Jane. I had a light t shirt and pair of black tracksuit bottoms on, both women were naked apart from their collars, and waited side by side for permission to sit down. I indicated they should sit down and eat.
I wanted to ask how I was doing, I wanted to check I was doing it right, but inside I was telling myself that firstly it didn't matter what I was doing so long as I was being the dominant and engaging them in their game. I'm the boss, I told myself, I set the rules, my goals were our collective pleasure. Their goals were to push those rules and explore what they had to do for their reward -- pain and pleasure rewards dispensed by me.
Plus - I told myself - it wasn't very 'Dom-like' to check my skills with the subs. Imagine it -- thwack! Thwack! Thwack! "How is this for you? Am I doing this right?" I think not.
"So," I asked, to divert my mind, and learn more about my new house, "Is it just us all the time? I'd have
thought this place takes a fair bit of looking after."
"Yes, Sir, it does," my gran told me.
"But it's not just you and Jane, is it Elizabeth?"
"No Master, though we try and have the place to ourselves at week-ends, we do have staff who work during the week."
"Do these staff know anything about your sexuality?" Both of them smiled.
"There are a couple Master, a very select few who know things. They support us with their discretion and are very well rewarded as a result, sir."
"And what about you two? What kind of daily routine do you normally have?"
"Whatever Master wants us to have." They replied almost in unison.
"No." I told them patiently. I was enjoying the master thing but sometimes I thought it would be nice to just get a straight answer. "If it was just the two of you what would your day be like?"
Elizabeth started off, "Well Master Michael, we would finish breakfast, clear away the breakfast dishes and go to our gym for an hour_"
"Okay!" I said and indicated they should follow me, "We'll start there and have a swim as well."
Jane remained standing by the breakfast table.
"Yes Jane?" I asked my mum.
"If the Master would allow it, these two subs have something for the Master this afternoon. Something we'd dearly like him to see, if he would."
"At what time Jane?"
She told me it was planned for half past two, I reached out and took her hand drawing with me and Elizabeth towards the gym and the pool, "Okay Jane, Two-thirty it will be."
We sent a pleasant hour in the well equipped gym -- both women had quite hard routines that they followed, which explained their condition. "Master John insisted on it." Elizabeth told me as they stood for my inspection, hands clasped in the small of their backs, weight over the left foot and right foot slightly forwards.
I walked around them, this was a presentation pose, and I took the chance to give both of my wonderful women the once over. I had a small hand towel which I twisted in my hands as I walked around. Grand-dad John had certainly instilled the right habits in his wife and daughter -- my gran and my mother.
My gran -- a lean, clean, fucking machine, Elizabeth stood there proudly with the rings in her nipples gleaming. A light sheen of perspiration shone on her shoulders and in between her breasts. I trailed my fingers across the top of her buttocks, raised them to my nose, smelled them. The tips were deliciously musky, I tasty the salt sweat on them. I offered them to my gran, she suckled on them hungrily.
My mum -- the more solid of the two, but not fat in any way, the difference between the two women was the difference between two sports women, one lighter -- a runner or a cyclist, one heavier -- a rower or a field athlete. But both women were well-toned and muscled. My mum's breasts were bigger and sat voluptuously on her chest, her large nipples in a semi-permanent state of arousal. She too was sheened with the sweat of working out. This time I gently stroked my finger tips between Jane's breasts, touching them to the tip of my tongue and then offering them to her mouth. This time Jane just licked, slowly, sensuously, her tongue dragging my fingers upwards as she cleaned the surface.