I went back to the ironing, as I said in The Light Meter. My children were having sex in Barb's bedroom and I wished to God I was in there with them. I did the ironing naked and part way through have a cucumber out of the vegetable compartment of our refrigerator. With it rammed up pressing against my cervix I went back and finished my ironing then started on dinner.
The naked chef I was indeed. I was just about to dish up when they both came out (naked of course), Dean looking Masterful and Barb with a mouthful of my son's cum. I dropped to my knees, tilted my head back with my mouth wide open for her to dribble the cum onto my tongue. I caught a glimpse of Dean out of the corner of my eye; he stood there proudly as his two bitches swapped his cum.
"You can swallow mom," Barb told me generously ", after all I got to be fucked by him."
She gave him such an adoring look and I looked up at him too.
"Thank you Dean. I love your cum," I told him getting an indulgent smile back.
I felt a peace at that moment; he was in charge.
It was nearly time for dinner, time to serve our Lord and Master.
"Dean Honey, why don't you sit at the head of the table and Barb will be your serving wench?"
He looked into my eyes to check I wasn't pulling his chain and, seeing I wasn't, nodded with a little smile playing at the corners of his 'I want to kiss it now' mouth. Barb and I went down to my bedroom and in the bottom of my odds and ends drawer I found what I was looking for, a maid's cap. It was part of a fancy dress costume I had gotten years ago.
Barb's eyes lit up when she saw it.
"Should I wear shoes?"
"No. I won't be."
"What are you going to be?" she asked suspiciously.
"The plate," I replied innocently.
We shared the moment then our mouths were locked together and all sorts of fireworks were going off in my head while she patiently fingered my clit and we kissed while I had my orgasm. She washed her hands, put the cap on, pinning it in place then went out to be the naked maid and advise him she would be serving shortly.
Meantime I was having a quick cold shower so Dean's plate was clean. I dried off and went straight to the table, eyes down, (After all what self respecting plate makes eye contact with the diner) to lie on my back across the table. My head hung over the table edge so my tummy and, err hem, lower abdomen were in front of him, yes still with the end of the cucumber poking out. I put my arms behind my head so he could do things to my armpits if he liked and my nipples were like little nuggets. I was in agony waiting for Dean to tell me he liked his new plate.
I heard an "Hmm" followed by a "very nice" and then those fingers of his trailed over my body. The arm pits got tormented, as did the nipples and the pussy was so wet he wiped it with a napkin and gave it a little spank. The cucumber got a little push and pull too.
I could see Barb coming to the table, she was upside down of course- or I was- and she had that thin lipped look she gets when she's pissed. At my stealing her thunder of course.
"What could have topped being the naked serving wench?" she must have thought and the answer lay before her.
Straight faced Barb placed the hot lasagna straight on my stomach. I clenched with the pain and gasped but I didn't move. Then I heard him pick up his knife and fork and his fork pricked into my skin. Well I chose to be the plate so if it hurt; tough luck. He ate it all then the Maid announced it was time to clear the table. I hid my disappointment and in any case she was right.
No sooner was I off then she was lying there as the pudding bowl. In the kitchen I wiped myself clean. So she wanted to be dessert huh? Change of plan on the fruit and whipped cream Flossie, I thought.
"Has the pudding bowl got its eyes closed Master?" I asked respectfully.
A pause then
"She has now."
Great. I brought the ice cream and placed a scoop on her stomach seeing her eyes go wide and her mouth open. She got over it though accepting the shock as I had so intent was her pleasure to please our Master.
I got to lie for the coffee which Barb served in a mug which I can tell you was very hot but I just gritted my teeth and bore it. He called Barb in from the kitchen so he could speak to us both.
"What was this all about mom? Sis? It's just me; I'm no different to before."
"Yes, you are. You're the man of the house now darling brother and mom and I adore you. Couldn't you tell?"
"Yes Dean," I added in my role as plate mother ", we're not playing games with you. We wanted to show you how much we adore you and we endured the pain to show you that."
"You can do the dishes if you like though," Barb chipped in and we all had a laugh at that.
"But it's true then?" he asked after we had a naked family hug.
"Yes darling, it's true we adore you and we will do anything for you."
"Except have sex with another man," Barb said firmly "we're sluts for you but no one else."
I nodded, not that there were any men on the horizon, but Barb, as you can imagine, was a popular girl so this was big coming from her. Dean was gob smacked and I tried quickly to think of how to keep him on his perch as he seemed to have a case of the speed wobbles.
"Dean Honey, it's all true, now Barb and I will clean up so why don't you get back to your assignment."
"You're right mom."
"Vonnie" I corrected.
"Vonnie? OK, hey look I owe you guys. You know I was going to fail this course."
(Wide eyed looks of disbelief.)
"Well I was. I love photography but I just didn't seem to be able to get it then with that session and that Light Meter stuff, I don't know it just all fell in place. Look I'm doing a Power Point presentation at the moment, I'll call you both through when I'm done and you'll see what I mean."
He nodded meaning for us to nod back in agreement, which we did of course. Then he walked off to his room and we both drooled over his butt. It was time for a mother daughter chat. We agreed we wanted him as our lover and as our Master. That was easier for me than it was for her but she agreed that she would be subservient to him as I had decided while I was doing the ironing.
I had done a good amount of thinking while I had been ironing that night. Well it is a great time for thinking ironing. I had accepted him; the smile he gave me when Barb was giving me his cum had sealed it but I had decided while I was doing the ironing how I wanted to be for him. I had hoped Barb felt the same way still and hadn't changed her mind and gone all sibling rivalry on him but she was as demure and respectful as I was.
And we loved it. She was radiant while I had no need to be frustrated and bitchy and finding fault with things. He was in charge and we would do what he ordered and if that meant walking off a cliff then show me the cliff. We wondered how to work the living arrangements because we both wanted to sleep next to him.
"He'll have to decide," she announced finally. I knew she was right.
We worked away together into the night getting the place perfect for Dean with Barb polishing the table using far more elbow grease than I had managed and bringing up a gleaming finish as a result . I scrubbed the floor; getting down on my hands and knees with the scrubbing brush rather than a quick, doesn't matter if I miss a bit, mop.
We were obsessed with pleasing him and it felt wonderful. By the time he came out the lived in look was gone and it could have been a show home. He looked around admiringly and gave us the approving nod we both craved.
"That looks really nice girls"
There was hesitancy after 'girls' as if he wondered if he was overstepping the mark but we both smiled and looked down demurely.
"I've got the presentation ready if you'd like to see it," he said in that way guys have of telling you they've got something that will knock your socks off but they don't want to look silly.
He had it on his computer and we trooped down to his bedroom and stood one looking over each shoulder while he got it started. I looked sensational. That droop was barely noticeable, my butt was no where near as big as I thought and I must have the sexiest labia ever and the glistening pink bit in the middle? My God! Was that me?
He caught me completely; the cougar (yes thank you very much, Cougar) wanting to be fucked. Oh yes, there were a few of Barb too and she looked pretty good too I suppose, considering. Yes, she looked stunning; shots of her pussy, her tits which looked miles bigger in the shot that I thought they were looking at them- which I was doing a lot in the last few hours.
He made me so proud; he has that indefinable something as a photographer and I was so grateful he had convinced me to get him a place in the course and buy him some decent equipment. We went through the presentation a few times with Barb and me masturbating as we viewed the show. I made out I was getting off on her ones and she did the same saying I was just so fucking sexy. We both loved our own shots best though and rubbed that much harder when a really nasty one of ourselves came up.
We were waiting for him to tell us where we were to sleep and he was waiting for me.
"Dean, if you and Barb would like to sleep in my old bed that's fine and perhaps Barb I could sleep in you bed, if that's OK?" I asked as pathetically as that sounds.
She nearly said something but thankfully she caught sight of the subtle message I was mouthing to her behind his back.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP."
"Why don't we all sleep in your old bed Von? Barb?"
We both smiled demurely and nodded for him.
And so we did. He was in the middle of course and we cuddled up to him loving the feel of his body against ours. I wanted to lie there just like that but in no time I was fast asleep.
In the morning I woke second; Barb was up and at 'em already. She had our towels ready, hers and mine and had everything ready for his breakfast. We were going to have cereal. Partly because it felt nice to know we had sacrificed our bacon rasher for him but also because we had decided to cut all the fat we could out for our skin and our waistlines.
He came out a quarter hour later. His cock nearly at attention and his hair ruffled. We went to him giving him hugs and kisses with both of us sneaking a hold and a stroke of the gorgeous cock.
"Would you like bacon and eggs for breakfast Dean?" Barb asked and he gave her a sideways look as you would expect from a veteran of sisterly sarcasm.
He received a wide eyed look of trusting adoration which threw for a second before he regained his equilibrium and nodded favoring her with just the hint of a smile. He was learning and as he strode away to the bathroom she just glowed.
She lay on the table first (head start the cheat) and lay in the now traditional pose of head and arms flopped back while I placed his eggs bacon and whole meal toast across her belly and his coffee between her tits. I got a filthy look and, yes, I could have used a coaster, from her just before he sat down.
He shook his head in wonder.
"What is this? I thought last night was a game."
"No game Dean. We adore you darling. You are the man of the house now and we want you to be Master to us." I told him and then he knew we really were serious.
"It's a lot to live up to," he commented thoughtfully and both of knew enough just to shut the fuck up.
