Dad and I kissed as man and wife.
When we parted, we saw Mom standing beside the bed, with a bent back and folded hands - the typical slave. I got up slowly, and conscious that my father's eyes were on me, caught hold of Mom by her hair. "What do you want, slave?" I asked her.
"I am just awaiting your next order, mistress," Mom told me weakly. I was starting to get intoxicated with the power, but even then, still had some doubts as to how far I could go. Besides, I didn't know how much of it Dad would put up with. As if reading my mind, Dad cleared the air.
"Alright, slave, what can we do to you?" he asked in a gruff voice. I had to bite back a smile - Dad could never scare a hoot out of an owl. Looking at him, I just wanted to leave my mother there itself and get back to Dad. Both of us were still naked, and as I told you, he looked sexy enough in boxers alone. Now...
I tugged at Mom's hair even harder. "Anything you want, Masters," Mom said through clenched teeth. I almost relaxed my grip on her hair, fearing I was hurting her, when she continued. "I am yours to do whatever you please. I have no rights and I have no pain. I throw myself at your feet, Masters, I am your humble servant forever."
Oh, well, I thought, Mom definitely liked the way she was being treated right now. I was happy. I liked treating Mom this way, and I could sense Dad also getting into the flow of things. It's understandable - dominating your wife with your daughter is quite a rare honor for fathers. I saw Mom glance at Dad, and even before I realized it, I had slapped her across the face. Mom reeled for a couple of seconds but recovered. I didn't know where that had come from, but from the look on Mom's face, she wanted nothing less. For a moment, I doubted her sanity.
Lust took over. I slapped her again, slightly harder, and then shoved her down on her knees. "That's my lover," I screamed. "He is my man. If you ever look at him like this again, I will punish you." Another slap landed to emphasise my statement. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Dad tense. I guess he must've been worried that I was pushing Mom over the edge, but as it turned out, he needn't have worried. Mom looked downwards and almost mutely, uttered an apology for looking at Dad.
At that, Dad visibly relaxed. I towered over Mom, glaring at her with an intensity I've never had so far. She slid back, almost imperceptibly, and even though I knew it was part of her submission, I felt... potent, powerful. "Next time onwards," I told her, "Always kneel when we are speaking to you. You will never look at our eyes unless we order you to. Also, by tomorrow afternoon, I want you to move your stuff over to my room, and mine here. Arrange them exactly as I have, and I might let you sleep on my OLD bed tomorrow. Tonight, though, you can sleep on the couch. My place, slave, is beside your husband." I pulled her up and shoved her out of the door.
As I turned back, I saw Dad beckoning me with open arms. I ran into his embrace and both of us started smothering kisses on the other. As we passionately moved our lips over the other's face, our lips brushed across each other. Instantly, we had sought each other out and were rolling on the bed, locked in a world of our own. While our first coupling had been passionate, there had been a slight holding back for the both of us - now, though, there were no barriers. We wanted each other even more than we wanted air, and even as we broke apart to draw in a breath, Dad's mouth had already closed over my breast.
This time, he did not stop even when I begged him to - instead, he increased his intensity, letting his pure masculine strength assert itself. I was locked in position under him, and I had no desire to move anytime soon. I remember thinking to myself that if he continued with such pleasure, I wouldn't be able to move. As waves of heat surged through my body, I flailed my arms. My legs raised of their own accord and were soon twisted around his waist as he slowly entered me. Once the tip of his cock was in me, I pushed in at the same moment that he slammed in - the effect was explosive.
With a single thrust, Dad reached the deepest point that he could. I was just recovering from one orgasm when the next one rose, and before I knew it, Dad was cumming in me again. The fact that it was my Dad made it all the more exquisite when we lay beside each other, basking in 'the afterglow of our lovemaking.' With our arms around each other, we fell asleep.
