﻿Below the Surface

by Pan



Published: 2014-11-01
Updated: 2015-12-19
Packaged: 2024-02-16 22:04:59
Chapters: 6
Words: 12,472
Publisher: mcstories.com
Story URL: https://mcstories.com/BelowTheSurface/index.html
Author URL: https://mcstories.com/Authors/Pan.html
Summary: Albert returns home from college with a new device which lets him control minds.
Erotica Tags: in, mc, md, mf





TABLE OF CONTENTS


Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6



	Chapter 1

Alicia couldn’t help but roll her eyes as she picked her step-son Albert up from the airport. Just one glimpse of him was all it took—he seemed to have absolutely no concept of personal hygiene…or even basic grooming. He’d left at the beginning of the year, but his baggy, stained college sweatshirt already looked like it was half a decade. He was wearing thick glasses and his hair looked as if it hadn’t been washed since he’d moved out.

Forcing a smile onto her face, Alicia raised her hand to grab his attention. To her surprise, as her husband’s only son walked towards her, one of the air hostesses called out his name and blew him a kiss when he turned around.

He didn’t even seem surprised, and his nod in reply made her blush and giggle.

_That was odd,_ Alicia thought to herself. _Maybe he knows her from college?_

* * *

The ride home was awkward. Alicia had made no secret of her disdain for Albert—he was only a few years younger than her, and she’d always thought of him as a total loser. No social skills, no dress sense, no real ambition. If his father hadn’t insisted he go away to study electrical engineering, Alicia suspected he would happily have spent his whole life watching porn in the basement and awkwardly leering at her.

Albert had never made any efforts to hide his desire for his new “trophy wife” mom. He treated her like an object to lust after—Alicia had never dared say anything to his father about it. She was aware that a man doesn’t marry a woman half his age to hear constant complaints, and Alicia was happy to be the good wife he wanted her to be, in exchange for the considerable financial security that he offered.

But when Howard had finally snapped and sent his son away for college, she’d breathed a huge sigh of relief. No longer would she have to put with the constant ogling—as soon as Albert had moved out, she’d felt comfortable wearing some of her favorite outfits around the house again. Short skirts, sexy night-gowns. On days when she knew no one else was coming around, she would sometimes walk around naked.

_Not any more,_ she sighed. Now that Albert was home, it would be back to drab, dowdy outfits—not that it made a different. No matter what she wore, he just looked at her like he was a piece of meat.

Disgusting. She couldn’t wait until the summer holidays were over.

“What’s that?” she asked, as Albert opened his carry-on luggage and removed a small black box, around the size of a mobile phone.

“It’s a voice modulator,” he replied in his typical nasal tone. “I discovered it by accident in college. If I hold it up to my throat, my words go directly into the subconscious of anyone listening, allowing me to control them without them even realizing. Let me show you.”

Despite her dislike of the young geek, Alicia couldn’t help but admit that she was intrigued, and turned to watch as Albert moved the device to his throat and opened his mouth.

“ _You don’t believe me,_ ” he said, “ _and nerd stuff like this doesn’t interest you anyway._ ”

Alicia stifled a yawn, and turned her attention back to the road. It didn’t seem to work—that was probably why he hadn’t said anything. Embarrassed that he’d wasted his time on such a stupid idea.

She managed to prevent herself from rolling her eyes as he put the device into his pocket. Her step-son was the antithesis of everything she wanted in a man—even his hobbies were unspeakably dull.

When they arrived back at the house, Alicia parked the car and started to head inside.

“ _Take my bags._ ”

She paused halfway up the path—he may have been a little twerp, but she could at least be a good host. She picked up Albert’s luggage and carried it inside for him, setting it down in the spare room—as soon as Albert had moved out, she’d taken great pleasure in packing away every trace of him, and converting his bedroom into a guest room.

Once his bags were down, Alicia turned to her step-son for thanks, but in response he just put his small device to his throat and spoke once more.

“ _You want to make something amazing for dinner tonight. Start preparing it now._ ”

“Nothing?” she said, and Albert muttered thanks while staring at her tits.

In response, she rolled her eyes once more and headed downstairs to start cooking. The next few months of living with her awful step-son were going to be difficult—she might as well face it with a full stomach.

* * *

To Alicia’s dismay, Albert came downstairs to watch her cook. Supposedly he just wanted to sit in the warmth of the kitchen; he’d even brought a magazine to read, but he spent more time staring at her as she flitted around the kitchen getting ingredients ready than he did looking at the pages of what she quickly realized was a Playboy magazine.

“ _You should bend over as much as possible when you’re cooking._ ”

As she prepared the roast, Alicia suddenly decided to make a new kind of gravy. It was a new recipe, and she couldn’t remember exactly what ingredients were involved, requiring her to check the bottom shelf of the pantry again…and again…and again.

She blushed as she realized that Albert was probably checking out her firm ass every time she bent over—the little creep. Still, there was nothing that could be done about it, and she resigned herself to the fact that as she cooked, her step-son was almost certainly staring at her.

“ _Take off your top._ ”

Turning on the oven, Alicia realized how incredibly hot it was in the kitchen. No wonder Albert had decided to come and join her—the rest of the house must have been freezing, but the oven made the kitchen quite warm.

Too warm. It was starting to become overwhelming hot, in fact, and as she cooked, the heat was all that she could think of. She started chopping up vegetables, becoming increasingly aware of each droplet of sweat on her body, slowly building up, slowly sliding down her pale white skin…

Alicia considered turning the air conditioning on, but Howard had complained about how high the most recent energy bill was. Rather than contribute to greenhouse gases, she decided the easiest thing to do would simply be to remove some clothes. Sure, it would give the pervert sitting behind her something more to ogle at, but that was just the cost of saving the earth.

Behind her, Albert smiled as Alicia casually removed everything above the waist except her bra. He’d long dreamed of what her body would look like under the prudish outfits she normally wore, and it didn’t disappoint. Her stomach was flat and toned, and her breasts were full—at least a C-cup, he estimated.

“ _Change into some heels,_ ” he said, holding the device up to his throat, and watched as Alicia again grew increasingly uncomfortable as she tried to disobey her own subconscious.

There was no reason for her to change into heels—on some level, she knew that. But as his command burrowed deeper and deeper into her head, growing in force the more it was denied, the flimsy justifications that her mind concocted became more and more pressing.

She told herself that wearing a bra in front of her step-son was sending entirely the wrong idea. He would be staring at her tits, and that would be completely inappropriate. No, she had to stop that at all costs…best put on some heels, so that his attention was diverted to her (stockinged, and thus covered) legs instead.

With a smile, Alicia left the room and put on her tallest pair of heels—just to make sure they distracted him as much as possible.

“ _Take your skirt and stockings off,_ ” Albert said as soon as she returned to the kitchen.

This time she obeyed almost immediately—leaving the room had made her ultra aware of just _how_ hot the kitchen was, and since she knew she’d cooking for a few hours yet, overheating was a real risk. Better to undress now and get it out of the way.

The next few hours passed uneventfully—Albert’s magazine was put to the side, and he enjoyed himself simply watching as his sexy step-mother put together a meal fit for a king, wearing nothing but a lacy bra and matching panties. Her legs were long, toned and shaved, and from the lack of stray hairs poking out the sides, he suspected her pussy was either neatly trimmed or completely bare.

He could have had her flash it at him, but the young man had a taste for anticipation, and enjoyed allowing his imagination to run wild as Alicia unwillingly paraded her tight body in front of him. Just as she was taking the roast out of the oven, Albert’s father Howard returned home, and goggled at the sight of his son staring at his wife, dressed only in heels and underwear.

“What the hell is going on here?” he bellowed, and Albert acted quickly.

“ _This is totally normal,_ ” he said, and his father calmed down immediately. “ _Ignore my device._ ”

“What do you mean?” his young wife asked, concerned.

“Sorry,” Albert said, pausing as his brain rewired. “I thought that something…no, never mind. It’s nothing.”

The meal was delicious. Even more delicious, however, was watching Alicia squirm as she ate.

“ _You’ve very horny right now,_ ” Albert said as soon as they all sat down, and when he noticed a flush come across his father’s face, quickly added “ _Not you, Dad._ ”

It didn’t take Alicia long to notice her sudden spike in arousal. It made sense, she told herself—her husband was home, and she’d just spent the last few hours preparing a meal for him. There was something so domesticated about that—it played into her submissive streak.

Yes, that was it.

“ _You’re getting hornier by the minute._ ”

Of course, now that she’d started thinking about how horny she was…—

“ _Not you, Dad._ ”

—…it was a vicious cycle. She was turned on because she wanted to have sex with her husband—her hot and handsome man. She wanted him to lay her down on the bed and spread her legs…she wanted him to lie on top of her, and fill her with his thick cock until she reached a screaming orgasm.

She wanted him to unload inside of her—Howard didn’t want any more children, and so she’d lied and told him she was on the pill—filling her up with his hot, thick cum. Alicia wanted a baby, and there was something so sublimely sexy about the fact that she was going to trick her husband into giving her one.

Alicia was so hot and horny she could barely sit still. Even Albert’s Dad had noticed that something was up—his sexy young minx of a trophy wife was wriggling in her seat as she ate, trying to maintain basic conversation, not even aware of how low and husky her voice had become.

Every inch of her body screamed sex at the best of times, but sitting at the dinner table in her underwear, her hard nipples clearly visible through her black bra, so wet that the boys could smell it…

At that moment, Alicia was practically radiating arousal. It was all she could do to stop herself from masturbating at the table, and if Albert’s command hadn’t specifically prevented his father from getting horny, Howard would likely have made an excuse to take Alicia into a side room and fuck her.

Soon Alicia couldn’t even speak. Her arousal had turned her brain into mush—all she could think about through the sexy fog was getting off. She wanted to play with herself at the table, but she knew that she couldn’t. Could she? No, that was wrong.

So wrong…

With a moan, Alicia was unable to resist pushing her panties to the side, and slipping one finger inside herself.

“ _You can’t cum,_ ” Albert said quickly, and suddenly Alicia’s pleasure turned into a deep frustration.


	Chapter 2

Albert sat at the dinner table, a contented smile on his oily face. Sitting across from him, wearing nothing but a bra and panties, sat his step-mother. She was masturbating frantically, unable to cum, as he and his father stared at her in shock.

Just as Howard was about to say something, Albert lifted the small black voice modulator to his throat, and interrupted.

“ _Go to bed, Dad,_ ” he said. Howard took a few moments to react—his natural instinct certainly wasn’t to leave his naked, writhing wife with his unpleasant and unhygienic son…but he couldn’t fight his subconscious for long, and soon he’d managed to justify his exit.

His wife, he told himself, was behaving outrageously—he wanted no part of it. If he went to bed, she’d be sure to take the hint and follow, where he could give her a good talking-to.

Normally his priority would be fucking her and _then_ discussing what had happened, but Albert’s instructions had ensured that his father wasn’t aroused, and so Howard felt nothing but bewilderment and contempt for his young trophy wife.

“I’m going to bed,” he said pointedly, and left the room.

“I…I should be going too…” Alicia moaned.

“ _Stay here,_ ”

“Of course…you should—ungh!—you should…finish first.”

“I will,” Albert said with a smile, and slowly ate the rest of his meal.

Alicia’s arousal continued to rise. She couldn’t stop frigging herself, and her arousal had reached a point where she’d abandoned all subtlety. Her hips bucked off the chair as she repeatedly pumped three fingers in and out of her hungry snatch. She couldn’t understand what was happening—she was normally extremely orgasmic. Her best orgasms came from penetrative sex, she would have loved to be upstairs, riding her husband until she was screaming her name, but something was stopping her.

Albert…

No, not Albert. Politeness. She couldn’t leave…not until her step-son had finished his meal. That was just good table manners. That was just being a good host.

And so Alicia sat across from her overweight stepson, writhing in increasing frustration, desperately groping her breasts as her mostly-exposed skin became sweatier and sweatier. Just as she thought she was about to go completely mad, Albert finished the last of the roast, and she felt her body slump in relief.

_Of course,_ she thought, _I still shouldn’t go…_

Her brain was so wound up that she couldn’t even think of a justification. She just knew that she shouldn’t go anywhere. Not yet. It was her job to stay there, on the chair, so close to ecstasy, and yet for no discernible reason, so far…

“ _If you make me cum, you can cum as well._ ”

Alicia’s eyes widened as a strange thought occurred to her. If she…but no, she couldn’t. But if she did…no.

No, it wasn’t an option.

But the more she tried to dismiss the thought, the more persistent it became.

If she made her disgusting, horrible step-son cum…then she could cum as well.

Of course she could.

Yes.

Yes, it all made sense.

Alicia had a submissive streak. It had never presented a problem at all—in her experience, most men had been very happy to dominate a sexy young woman like her.

But now, it seemed, it had started to spiral out of control.

She’d spent all dinner masturbating, thinking about her husband…but she had a guest in the house. Albert. Albert was her guest. She had to be a good host to Albert. She had to serve him.

The more Alicia resisted the idea, the more elaborate her justifications grew.

She had to serve Albert. He was a guest. That made him important. He was important…yes. Important. So important. He was more important than her. In fact, he was practically the master of the house.

Master.

He was the master of the house, and she had to serve him.

That was why she couldn’t cum. She was a servant—she couldn’t cum before her master. The master. Master of the house.

She had to serve him, and then she could cum.

On one level, she knew none of it made sense. But even there, in the upper reaches of her brain, she was able to justify it as the thought started to take over her whole mind.

She was submissive. She’d always known this, and now it had taken over. She was submissive and horny, and so serving the only man in the room was the only way she could cum. Her body knew her own urges better than she did.

Her body wanted her to cum, but her body knew she was submissive. So it knew that she could only cum when Albert did.

The Master. Her Master, who she needed to serve.

Albert, meanwhile, was watching, a cocky smile on his pudgy face. He’d never seen someone hold out for this long before—Alicia’s eyes were beginning to roll back in her head, and if he didn’t have such confidence in his invention (and dozens of previous test subjects to confirm that his device never failed) he would have been worried that he was going to break her mind.

But as she twitched and muttered and a fresh coat of sweat broke out, he just sat confidently, knowing that she’d soon be doing what he commanded.

They always obeyed.

“Albert,” she finally muttered, her eyes focusing on him. Her arousal level had never stopped creeping up, and so even as she was fighting what she thought were her own ideas, she was growing more and more turned on. “Albert…”

“Mmm?” he said, looking at her straight in the eyes, causing a shiver to run through her body. Suddenly she understood why the air hostess had looked at her stepson with such adoration—when he put his mind to it, he could be so _masculine_ , so dominant…

“Do you want to…”

She trailed off, and tempting though it was to finish her sentence, Albert decided to make her wait.

“Do you want…want to…”

He leaned forward expectantly.

“Do you want to jerk off?” she asked, her crotch involuntarily jerking forward as she said the words. She was so turned on, so crazed for sex, that just saying the words put the mental image into her head. She could see it now—his hand, wrapped around his cock, pumping, turned on.

She’d be the one making him cum. He’d be looking at her smoking-hot body—she’d be getting him off from across the room, with her sweat, with her boobs, with her body.

By now, her underwear was completely soaked through, and she knew that she left very little to the imagination.

“No,” Albert replied coolly. “But if you suck me off, I’ll let you swallow my cum.”

Alicia’s eyes lit up immediately, before she realized how wrong that was. She didn’t even like Albert…did she?

If she sucked him off…her mouth suddenly felt empty. She was more turned on than she’d ever been before; than practically any _human_ had ever seen before. She was so turned on that she couldn’t think straight, and it was a struggle to remember why she existed outside of just being a set of holes for men to pleasure.

Men…pleasure…

She knew it was wrong, but she was too far gone. She needed to cum, more than she’d needed anything in her whole life. And with equal certainty, she knew that the only way she could cum was if she got Albert off first. She was nothing but a submissive slut, and Albert was her Master. She wanted to pleasure her Master…serve him…make him cum…

Alicia’s brain was rapidly turning to mush, and so she focussed all her energy on moving toward Albert, so she could suck him off.

_Let me swallow his cum…_ she idly thought, before realizing that she needed to remove her hand from her pussy so she could crawl closer to her Master. To Albert. Master Albert. Cum…

With a disappointed shudder, she did so, and just a few minutes later she was where she needed to be, where she was born to be, kneeling in front of her step-son, taking his cock out of his pants and wrapping her hungry lips around it.

The smell would normally have disgusted her, but she was so far gone that she couldn’t imagine anything sexier. His cock tasted like sweat, and had she been concentrating, she would have noticed the lipstick of at least one other girl was on it as well.

But Alicia was concentrating on only two things—the cock in her mouth, and how good it felt. It was so big…so hard…so tasty…

For the next few minutes, as Albert rested his hands on his stepmother’s head, she gave him the blow-job of her life. It was a skill that she’d been pretty good at since she was a teenager, and years of practice had just made her better.

But on this occasion, she was pulling out all the stops.

Even Albert was impressed, and he’d just spent the last few weeks enjoying the pleasures of every girl he was even remotely attracted to. His stepmother’s skills, however, left all the other girls in the dust, and he smiled wickedly as he realized he could take her with him, and get her to teach all the other girls.

All too soon for Albert, he felt his orgasm approaching. Alicia’s eyes lit up with job as she felt the familiar signs, and remembering Albert’s promise, she took as much of his cock into her mouth as she could, preparing to swallow his seed.

Alicia’s hands had returned to her aching cunt, and as Albert’s cum started splashing against the back of her throat, she felt her own long-delayed orgasm approach.

“Oh GAWWWWWWD,” she screamed, falling backwards off Albert’s cock and causing the last few spurts of his stubby cock to land on her body, instead of going down her throat.

Alicia’s orgasm was one that she knew she’d never, never forget. It felt like a combination of every orgasm she’d had up until then—her cunt spasmed around the four fingers she had inside her, again and again, as the rest of her body twitched. Her legs splayed out, her shoulders jerked, and her head rolled around like a mad woman’s.

The room went white for a few seconds as Alicia’s hips bucked off the floor, causing her body to arch as her toes curled.

Albert had never seen anything like it. He mentally tucked “delayed gratification” into his bag of tricks, and watched as Alicia’s orgasm continued for a full ninety seconds.

Finally, as she came down from the most intense experience of her life, Alicia sighed deeply. Her pussy felt absolutely exhausted, and the rest of her body wasn’t far behind. Sitting up, she smiled at Albert.

“That was fun,” she said, suddenly feeling more in control of her senses than she had all night. “But you know we can never do that again, right?”

Albert just smiled, and as Alicia slowly got up and stood in front of him, she repeated herself.

“You know that, right Albert?”

“Of course,” he said, bringing the black box up to his throat once more. “ _But the idea of being touched by—or touching—your husband makes you sick._ ”

As Alicia’s mind slowly returned to full strength, her blood suddenly ran cold. Something occurred to her—something awful.

Now that she’d been with his son, she knew that she could never, ever touch Howard again. Just the idea was disgusting—no, now that she’d had sexual contact with Albert, doing anything with his father was just _wrong_.

“ _And whenever I’m home for the holidays, you make breakfast for me. Topless._ ”

She could never fuck her husband again. She could never even _touch_ him. But Albert, his son…

They now shared a special bond. Albert had been there for her during one of the most important experiences of her life, Alicia realized. That deserved a reward of some kind…something to celebrate what they’d been through. But what?

After a few seconds of thinking, a smile spread across her face. They could start a new tradition together. Something sexy, to commemorate what had just happened.

“Now,” she said with a sultry smile, “come down early tomorrow. I’ve got a special surprise planned for you.”

“Of course,” Albert replied, matching her smile with one of his own. “Whatever you say…Mom.”


	Chapter 3

The next morning, Albert strolled into the kitchen at around 8am, happy to see Alicia standing in front of the stove, completely topless, making pancakes.

At the sound of her step-son entering, Alicia turned and blushed. When she saw Albert leering at her tits, she covered them with her arms, wondering what on earth she’d been thinking.

After her incredible orgasm of the previous night, Alicia had all but floated upstairs to her marital bed. Even the stern inquisition that met her wasn’t enough to wipe the grin off her face—she just felt so _good_.

In response to her husband’s questions, Alicia simply shrugged. At that moment, she didn’t even care why she’d done what she had—it had all just been so perfect at the time, and she’d been so, so turned on…

As Howard reached out toward her, however, Alicia recoiled.

“Don’t touch me,” she hissed, and Howard stared at her in shock. “Don’t ever touch me.”

“What the hell is going on?” he’d asked, and in response Alicia had simply gone to sleep on the couch. She shuddered—after going down on his son, she knew that she couldn’t touch Howard again. Not ever.

Setting an alarm (so she could give Albert an early breakfast) she’d drifted off into a happy, dreamless sleep.

Now, however, Alicia was starting to wonder what she was doing. Making breakfast for her step-son was extremely out-of-character, but she’d told herself that she was just compensating for the weirdness of the previous night. After the intimacy they’d shared, there was obviously going to have to be some adjustments, and making him breakfast was one way of getting things back to normal.

But why did she have to be topless?

“ _Lower your arms._ ”

Of course…their intimacy meant that there was nothing to hide. Not any more. Why was she getting so worked up about boobs? They were just flesh, just two glands on the front of her chest.

Nothing to be ashamed of.

With a smile, Alicia turned to Albert, her breasts completely uncovered. Her skin was still flushed as Albert blatantly stared at her exposed chest, but she tried not to let it bother you.

“I hope pancakes are okay?” she said, a slight quiver entering her voice as she spoke. Last night, she’d been so turned on that she’d let her submissive streak go wild, and started thinking of Albert as her “Master.”

Master.

What silliness, she told herself, turning back to the stove in an attempt to hide her deepening blush.

“Of course,” Albert said, and her knees went slightly weak at the sound of his voice. Her orgasm last night had been so, so good…

Alicia bit her lip, and remained silent as she began serving Albert the sweet, syrupy pancakes she knew he loved so much. In the past, she’d have scolded him for eating so many, reminded him of his weight, but today…something about that didn’t seem quite right.

And so she held her tongue as she served him.

Served.

Served her Master.

Every time she leaned across the table, her tits were in his face, and as he stuffed pancake after pancake into his mouth, he began leaning closer every time one of her perfect breasts came near him.

“ _Let me touch your boobs._ ”

Against her own will, Alicia found herself getting turned on, remembering the events of the night before. It hadn’t been sex, of course—she’d _never_ have sex with Albert—but it had certainly been something. It had been so hot, so sexy…

And probably quite educational for her step-son.

Yes, educational. Albert had probably learned a lot about a woman, all sorts of things that would come in helpful if he ever managed to get a girlfriend. How to make them experience the most powerful orgasm of their life, for example.

The more she thought about it, the more proud she got. She was just being a good step-mom. She was educating her son. She was helping him learn.

The syrup had almost run out when the thought really hit her. Why stop the education there? Why not help him learn even more about a woman’s body.

What their tits felt like, for example…

Albert was staring at her, a half-smile on his face, almost as if he could tell what she was thinking. Unable to hold back any longer, she blurted the thought out:

“Why don’t you touch my tits?”

“Of course, Mom,” he said, and reached out, tweaking and pulling on her nipples.

With a moan of pleasure, Alicia wondered if what she was doing really _was_ right, but before she could think about it for too long, another thought struck her.

“ _Sit on my lap. The more I touch your nipples, the more turned on you get._ ”

Albert’s hand slipped the black device back into his pocket, quickly returning to Alicia’s right nipple, where he twirled it in his chubby fingers, enjoying its fleshy feel.

She didn’t even mean to sit down, she was just suddenly so _horny_. Her knees again went weak, and when Alicia regained her senses, she realized that she was sitting on her step-son’s lap.

At least it made it easier for her to continue his education.

Her eyes widened when she shifted her weight slightly, and realized that Albert had an erection. After taking his cock into her mouth the previous night, it shouldn’t have shocked her, but it did—she was just trying to _educate_ her son, not arouse him. Especially considering how horny she was…and how much more turned on she was getting by the second.

If they were both aroused, they could cross some kind of line. And she certainly didn’t want that.

“ _Let me suck your nipples,_ ” Albert said, and not even waiting for an answer, began to do exactly that, enjoying the soft whimpers that came out of his step-mother’s mouth in response.

“What the _fuck_ are you doing?” Roger bellowed, storming towards his son. Albert and Alicia had been so pre-occupied, they hadn’t even noticed the kitchen door entered, and Albert’s father entering.

Albert reached for his device, but before he could put it to his throat, found himself flying across the kitchen. With one movement, his father had knocked Alicia off his lap, and thrown his (quite large) son against the fridge.

“I alway knew you were a creep,” Roger began, but before he could finish the sentence, Albert managed to press the device against his throat.

“ _Shut up, Dad._ ” he said. Roger continued berating him for a few seconds, but soon slowed down, telling himself that silence was always the most intimidating way to communicate. When he was sure that his commands were taking effect, Albert continued talking into the device.

“ _You can’t do anything to hurt me or Alicia. You can’t talk to anyone in this house, unless you are asked a direct question, and you can’t tell anyone about what we do._ ”

There was a long pause, as Roger processed the new information. Physical escalation was a brutish way to settle disputes, he knew that. No, far more manly was to use words, to assert dominance through what he said.

Or didn’t say. Yes, that was more like it. By _not_ talking to his wife or son, they’d know exactly where they stood. He’d answer any questions they had, of course—to not do so would be rude—but other than that, he was never going to speak again, not to them, and not about them.

With a smile, Roger stood back. The silent treatment, that was the way to go. Starting immediately.

Once Albert saw that his father had—somehow—justified his instructions, he stood up, brushing himself off.

“Are you okay?” he asked Alicia, and was surprised by the torrent of words he received in response. Of course—she’d taken his words to heart as well.

He considered telling her that she could talk whenever she wanted, but the idea of having Alicia at his beck and call, speaking only when spoken to…there was something strangely appealing about the idea.

Albert held up his hand, cutting Alicia off.

“ _Alicia, I’m going to fuck you. Dad, you’re going to watch._ ”

Her husband’s violence had hurt and confused her. She was just trying to be a good mother to Albert, and he’d attacked her like she was doing something wrong. Well, she wasn’t going to talk to him again, that was for sure. Unless he asked her something, of course—no need to be rude.

But that wasn’t enough. Before he’d touched her, she was having the time of her life—she was sitting on her step-son’s lap, educating him about a woman’s body, getting more and more turned on as she did. But the feeling of his hands had been enough to completely destroy the mood—considering what she was doing with his son, being touched by her husband just wasn’t appropriate.

Well, Alicia knew exactly how she could teach him a lesson: she was going to fuck his son.

Without saying a word, the buxom young woman stripped off the rest of her clothes, and stood naked in front of her husband and step-son. Albert didn’t say anything as she sat on the kitchen table, spread her legs, and smiled at him invitingly.

Considering his size, it was actually impressive how quickly Albert removed his clothes, and soon his stubby cock was at the entrance to his step-mother’s shaved pussy. With a grunt, he thrust forward, enjoying the glare that Alicia gave his father as he did.

“ _Watch this, Dad, and don’t look away. Watch as I fuck your trophy wife, and know that you’re being cuckolded._ ”

Howard stood in the corner of the kitchen, trembling with rage. Alicia was _his_ , and here he was, watching her get porked by his pork of a son.

Howard wanted to look away, but he couldn’t—no, he needed to see this. He needed to…know. If he left, he was worried that he’d think he’d imagined the whole thing, and so he forced himself to sit there and watch his beautiful young wife being defiled by his teenage son.

“ _Alicia, there’s nothing hotter than getting fucked by your own son. Dad, I want you to know that you were beaten out by a better man—I’m taking your wife because I deserve her more than you ever did._ ”

Alicia moaned—at first, she’d been fucking Albert for revenge (and education, a small voice in her head reminded her) but as he reached around and cupped her breasts with one pudgy hand, the sex had started getting better and better.

And Albert wasn’t wearing a condom.

He wasn’t her son, she knew that—but if she used her tight, wet pussy to milk the cum out of his cock, maybe he’d knock her up. Maybe he’d put a baby boy inside her, and one day, that baby would grow up to be a man.

A man who she could fuck.

Alicia trembled with orgasm at the thought. Just the idea of having a son, fucking her own son—it was the hottest thing she’d ever thought of.

Howard, meanwhile, had worked out exactly why he was still watching. It was for confirmation—not just of what was happening, but confirmation that he deserved it. He’d struck his wife, he’d been an awful father…an awful man.

He deserved this.

Sitting down at the kitchen table, Howard watched as his only son fucked his hot young wife, every stroke affirming what he felt like he’d always known—he didn’t deserve her. His son did. His son deserved to fuck his woman more than he did.

With a smile, Albert slapped Alicia on the ass, and put his device down. He removed his hand from his step-mother’s breast, and put them both on her waist, fucking her as hard as he could, punctuating every thrust with a word.

“You! Dirty! Slut!”

Soon, Albert was cumming, filling his naked step-mother with his seed. As soon as he was done, he sat back, exhausted from the effort, enjoying the sight of Alicia’s sticky cunt in front of him as she put one hand underneath to keep as much of his semen from escaping as possible.

There were still a few pancakes left, and Albert began eating them as his father slowly, silently left the room.

After breakfast, maybe he’d pay his mother a visit. After all, both his sisters still lived with her…


	Chapter 4

Albert smiled at the feeling of his mother’s embrace. He wasn’t accustomed to a warm welcome, but it seemed that his mother Linda had genuinely missed him—while he’d been gone, she’d managed to forget her son’s unpleasant habits, and so at the sight of his pudgy face, she’d warmly thrown her arms around him and pressed his body into his.

As soon as the hug ended, Albert got to work.

“ _Find a fetish store and buy yourself an erotic, revealing French Maid outfit. From now on, that’s all you’ll ever wear around the house._ ”

He paused, smiling, wondering what his mother’s reaction to her new strange, nonsensical thoughts would be. She was still smiling at the return of her son, but a worried look was starting to creep across her face.

_I need to…_

She blinked twice, trying to wipe the strange thought from her head.

_I need…these clothes aren’t right._

Linda looked down at her body, confused by how ‘off’ everything felt. She was used to wearing relatively dowdy clothes, but suddenly it just seemed wrong. She wasn’t embarrassed of her body, she just knew that as a middle-aged mother of three, she couldn’t be seen wearing clothes that were too revealing.

But why?

She was an attractive woman; what was the harm in showing that off? Obviously not while she was in public, but…while she was in the house, there was no harm in it.

Right?

Albert smiled as a visible calm came across his mother. He knew that by the time he came downstairs, she would be dressed as he instructed. She would barely know why, but she’d do it—of that, he was certain.

The fat geek started to go upstairs, keen to see what his sister was up to.

He was the middle sibling; his older sister Lacey had been a cheerleader all through high school, and he _knew_ she wouldn’t be happy to see him. Ever since he was born, she’d treated him like a piece of gunk that she couldn’t wait to scrape off her shoe—she’d never had a kind word to say to him, even as she stalked around the house in skimpy outfits

He couldn’t wait to get a piece of the bitch that he’d been lusting after for most of his life.

Lacey was in her room, typing on her laptop. Albert walked in without knocking, and smiled at the glare that she gave him. She was wearing blue, skin-tight jeans and a red tank-top which showed off her ample cleavage. Her long brown hair was draped across her shoulders, ending just above her waist.

He couldn’t wait to get his hands on her lush, perky tits.

“What the hell are you doing in here, creep?” Lacey asked, picking up a pillow and throwing it at him. Her toss knocked the voice modulator out of his hand, but he’d made sure to build it tough, and he knew that a fall of a few feet onto soft carpet wouldn’t do any damage.

He slowly bent over and picked it up, even as his sister got up from the bed and began to push him out of the room.

“ _Suck my cock,_ ” he said simply, and lowered his hand to his side as Lacey took a step back in shock.

He’d never pushed the limits of his device this far before, but he was curious to see what she’d do. There had been no build-up—he hadn’t made her aroused or even sexually interested in him. He’d simply told her to suck his cock.

Albert had run a similar experiment once before, at college, but it had been on one of his professors—she barely knew him, and so the justifications must have been simpler. Lacey was his sister, and if she was interested in incest, she’d been hiding it pretty effectively for their entire lives thus far.

With a grin, he put his hands behind his head and waited. He didn’t know how it would happen, but he was sure that his machine would come through, and it wouldn’t be more than a few minutes before Lacey’s lips were wrapped around his hard cock.

_I can’t believe my creep of a brother,_ Lacey told herself, sitting back onto her bed and glaring at him. _Coming into my room without asking, not leaving when I told him to get out…he didn’t even explain what he wanted, what he was doing in here._

_Maybe if I stare at him long enough, he’ll get the hint and piss off._

For the next minute, Lacey just sat there, glaring at her brother, wondering why he looked so smug. It wasn’t long before her mind began to wander, and she started thinking about the date she had lined up for later that night.

Paddy Grant—he was the older brother of one of her friends. Wealthy, successful, handsome…he was everything that Lacey _knew_ she deserved. They’d been out twice before—the first time just for coffee, and the second time for a film, but tonight…tonight, they were going out for drinks, which Lacey knew was code for sex.

Or fooling around, at least.

For some reason, even with her brother’s eyes on her, Lacey started to think about fooling around with Paddy Grant. She’d wear something sexy to the date, maybe a low-cut dress, just so that he knew she wanted to go to the next step. They’d probably go back to his place, or even just get naughty in his BMW.

Lacey didn’t know much about cars, but she knew that she liked BMW’s.

If he was turned on enough, maybe he wouldn’t even wait to get her into the car before his hands were all over her body, running up and down her waist, grabbing her, groping her, wanting her.

She couldn’t wait to get him in the back seat of his BMW, unbuckle his pants, and swallow his cock down.

Lacey didn’t have many skills—she mostly glided through life on her charm and general attractiveness—but one skill that she was particularly proud of was her ability to give head. She just loved the feeling of a cock sliding down her throat, the look of lust in the man’s eyes, the knowledge that in that moment, she had all the power—she chose whether or not he came, how long it would take, even whether she’d let him cum in her mouth (which she normally hated) or whether she’d pull down her shirt and let him cum on her perfect tits.

_Of course,_ Lacey suddenly thought, _no matter how much experience I have, there’s always that chance of something going wrong…_

She blinked twice, and shook her head in confusion. What an odd thought. Something going wrong? What could possibly go wrong…

_What if he’s too long,_ the small part of her mind countered. _Or he’s a different shape than you’re used to. What if he’s too sensitive to enjoy it, or not sensitive enough._

The prickling feeling of desire that had been spreading over Lacey’s bodies at the thought of pleasing her beau suddenly ceased, and in their place, a worry started to grow.

_What if I’m _not_ good enough? I’ve never had any problems before, but Paddy…Paddy is for real._

_Paddy could be the one._

_There’s only one thing to do,_ her brain whispered persuasively. _You need to practice…_

Aware that she must look like an idiot in front of her brother, Lacey shook her head once more, trying to clear the bizarre thoughts out. Yes, her heart-rate was rising at the thought of embarrassing herself in front of Paddy Grant, but…practice? That didn’t make any sense.

Even as her panic grew, she refused to give it any heed.

_Practice…_

She shook her head again, unable to remove the stray thoughts.

_Practice…on your brother._

Lacey’s eyes widened in shock. Where had _that_ idea come from? She wasn’t going to “practice” on her brother—she was _never_ going to practice on her brother. Looking up, she remembered he was still here, still watching her with an awful smile on his ugly mouth, his Peeping Tom eyes glinting in her direction.

Ever since she’d hit puberty, Lacey had been aware of her younger brother checking her out. It had disgusted her at first, but she’d quickly learned to tune it out. When he was being particularly obnoxious, she even used her body to taunt him, deliberately wearing push-up bras or high-cut skirts in front of him, knowing how mad it would drive him, seeing her incredible figure and never being able to touch it.

She’d certainly never considered _any_ sexual thoughts towards him. On some level, she knew that he’d probably jerked his disgusting, probably-greasy dick while thinking of her for years now, but it was an image that she’d never allowed herself to think about.

Now, though, it seemed some part of her had found a use for his disgusting cock; to practice giving head, just to make sure she didn’t embarrass herself in front of her potential new boyfriend.

No. No, that didn’t make sense.

With one final shake, she decided to force herself to think of something else. Glancing back at her computer screen, she saw her friend Manju wondering where she’d gone.

When Albert had entered, she’d been in the middle of a chat with Manju, helping her through some problems.

Despite having a few boyfriends over the past few years, Manju was becoming increasingly convinced that she was a lesbian, and Lacey was offering what advice she could.

On the screen, she could still see her most recent out-going message:

“How can you be _sure_ , if you’ve never done it?”

Manju was a virgin (to both genders). Her reply had been fast and clear—the thought of touching a guy’s thing was disgusting to her, and she was starting to grow more convinced that she was gay.

Hoping that if she showed that she was busy, her brother go away, Lacey leaned over and typed a reply.

“Come on girl,” she tapped, “You can’t know unless you give it a go!”

Standing by the door, Albert’s brow was starting to furrow. Perhaps he really had found the limits of his device—he’d expected Lacey’s tongue to be swirling around his penis by now. Instead, she’d just sat there stunned for a few minutes, and then shaken her head and gone back to her computer.

He considered pulling his machine out and trying again, but he was curious to see what happened if he just left it.

Just for a while longer.

“Trust me,” Lacey was typing, “there’s nothing like taking a guy’s cock in your mouth. It’s heaven!”

“I do trust you,” Manju’s reply came, accompanied by a smiley face. Lacey couldn’t help but laugh—she wasn’t a _slut_ , but she was certainly not known for turning down a cock, especially when it came attached to a hot guy.

Manju logged off, and Lacey turned on her back and stared at the ceiling. More than anything she just wanted Albert to leave—she had a toy in her bedside table that she wanted to practice her oral skills on for that night.

_I have a few toys, in fact,_ she thought casually, before an alarming thought struck her. _Aren’t…aren’t lesbians renowned for owning sex toys?_

Her eyes widened in shock at the idea. Lacey had lived a fairly comfortable life up until that moment, and had never had any kind of driving force to explore her sexuality. She’d always assumed that she liked guys; after all, she’d slept with enough of them.

But maybe…maybe not?

Her breathing grew even faster. She _really_ wanted things to go well with Paddy Grant that night; he was her dream guy. Rich, successful, handsome…if all went as planned, she could see them getting married in a year or three, her best friend her sister-in-law, her perfect life in front of her.

All that could be ruined, if she was a lesbian.

She needed to know. She needed to know _now_.

Adrenaline running through her system, she sat up on her bed. Her brother was still standing at the doorway, but—for the first time in her life—she was happy for his presence. He was a man, after all, and she needed to prove to herself that she was still interested in _men_.

Her mind raced, trying to work out the easiest way to prove it to herself, to prove that she was straight.

Of course!

“Albert,” she said, her voice almost a sob. “Please…I need you to help me.

“I need to suck your cock.”


	Chapter 5

Albert’s squinted eyes were closed with pleasure as his sister Lacey choked on his cock, carefully breathing through her nose, trying to ignore her brother’s pungent smell.

Just as he was about to cum, a grin slowly appeared on his pudgy face. Putting the machine to his mouth, he slowly spoke into it.

“ _You can’t spit out my cum, and you can’t swallow it until I tell you to._ ”

Within seconds, he began thrusting forward, shooting his seed into his bitchy sister’s mouth. He zipped up his pants and walked away, idly wondering how she’d justify his instruction, but more immediately curious about what his other sister was up to.

Mandy was a bookworm; she was always reading an encyclopedia or a wildlife magazine. She was fascinated by nature and the environment, and once she finished high-school, planned to become a biologist or an animal scientist of some kind.

She wasn’t in her room, and as Albert went down the stairs, he ran into his mother—she was standing at the front door, clearly torn. Her son stopped and stared at her, wondering what thoughts were running through her head.

_On one hand,_ she was mentally telling herself, _it certainly makes _sense_ to wear something that I don’t mind getting dirty. But a French Maid’s outfit? Surely that’s too much…_

_No…_

_No…maybe it’s fine. After all, I am in charge of the cleaning. In a sense, I’m the maid. When I’m not at work that is._

_Yes…a French Maid’s outfit makes sense. A sexy, revealing French Maid’s outfit._

She nodded confidently, not even noticing her son standing behind her, enjoying the sight of her struggle. As she began to open the door, he lifted his device to his mouth and gave her further instructions.

“ _Whenever anyone looks at you, you’ll get more and more turned on. Quit your job; all you care about from now on is the house being spotless at all times._ ”

Linda’s breathing, which had finally calmed down, began to grow ragged once more. Before Albert could add anything more to her addled mind, she left, practically slamming the door behind her.

Mandy was in the living-room, her nose—predictably—buried in a book. Albert and Mandy had never gotten along, but he’d certainly never borne her any ill-will; unlike Lindsay, she’d always been kind to him, and had never teased him with her body.

Not, of course, that this had stopped Albert from wondering what she looked like under the dowdy clothes she normally wore.

Cumming into Lindsay’s mouth had calmed him down, and so he decided to take things a little bit slower with his other sister.

As he sat opposite her, she didn’t even look up from whatever dry tome she was reading.

“ _Unbutton the top two buttons of your shirt,_ ” Albert said.

To his surprise, she obeyed immediately. There wasn’t so much of a pause before her top two buttons were undone, and Albert had a better view of his younger sister’s cleavage than he could ever remember.

Albert silently watched his sister for a few minutes. She didn’t seem to have noticed anything out of the ordinary, and so he wondered what other commands she would instantaneously obey.

“ _Take off your top,_ ” he instructed.

Without so much as glancing away from her book, Mandy immediately undid the rest of her buttons and shrugged her shirt off. She was wearing a simple pink sports-bra underneath, and Albert’s penis began to rise at the sight of her unexpectedly large breasts.

“ _Make your nipples hard._ ”

Continuing to read, Mandy reached up and tugged at her nipples, until their outline was clearly visible through the thin material of her bra. They were long and thin, and though it was hard to tell, Albert suspected they were just as pink as the bra covering them.

“ _Get naked,_ ” Albert said, wondering if there was a limit to his sister’s obedience—or even awareness—that he just hadn’t discovered so far. He’d used the machine on dozens of girls, and none had ever reacted like Mandy was.

Within a few seconds, Albert’s sister was standing in front of him naked. Her nipples were brown, not the pink he’d anticipated, and it looked as though her pussy-lips had been shaven or waxed, while a patch of blonde hair above them was neatly trimmed into the shape of a triangle.

Her breasts had barely any sag to them, and Albert was stunned to notice that she was still reading her book, as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened. She looked as though she was slightly wet, but whether that was due to arousal or not, Albert had no idea.

The lad momentarily considered telling her to put down the book, but he wasn’t sure what would happen if he did—would she suddenly realize what was happening and snap out of it? He searched his memory; he couldn’t remember ever using the modulator on someone who was reading (or otherwise preoccupied)—was it the distraction that was making a difference, or was there just something fundamentally different about his sister’s brain?

“ _Fuck me,_ ” he said, just as abruptly as he’d instructed Lindsay earlier. Unlike with his other sister, there was no hesitation—she walked towards him, undid his belt buckle without ever looking away from the page, and soon had his semi-erect cock in her hand, slowly stroking it to make him hard once more.

To his surprise, she gave him a sharp shove; for a moment he worried that she’d just been lulling him into a false sense of security, but he quickly realized she was pushing him onto a soft arm-chair, where she could easily straddle him.

She clambered on top of her larger sibling, licked her hand and briefly played with herself until she was moist enough to take his cock inside her. She shuddered slightly as she lowered her wet pussy onto his hardness, and soon she was bucking her hips back and forth, enthusiastically riding her brother while she continued to read about the plumage of wild South American birds.

“ _Cum,_ ” Albert grunted into his device, and Mandy instantaneously cried out in orgasm, her whole body shaking enough that Albert was sure she wouldn’t be able to continue reading.

The orgasm passed, however, and Mandy went straight back to her book.

“ _Cum,_ ”, Albert repeated, and again, Mandy’s entire self shook.

“ _Cum._ ”

“ _Cum._ ”

“ _Cum._ ”

Albert grinned; his sister’s entire body was flushed, she was suddenly coated in sweat, and it looked like she was having trouble breathing. Still, however, her eyes were focused on the book in front of her, and even when he reached up and started playing with her long, brown nipples, she didn’t react to his efforts in the slightest.

He allowed her to continue riding him for close to half an hour, sporadically instructing her to have another orgasm, or do something slightly differently. He knew that she must be getting sore and exhausted, but except for when she was in the throes of orgasm, her facial expression never changed.

Just as Albert could feel his own throes approaching, he heard a gasp from the corner of the room. His mother was home, so shocked at the sight of her children fucking that she’d completely forgotten what she was wearing; as per Albert’s instructions, she was dressed like a French Maid.

“What the hell is going on here!?” she asked, and her son’s eyes widened in panic as Mandy, for the first time, looked up from her book.

“Oh, hi Mom,” she panted casually. “I’m just doing some reading.”

Before his mother could respond, Albert lifted the modulator to his mouth.

“ _Mom, you won’t say—or do—anything about us having sex._ ”

Linda’s eyes were wide with shock, but her mouth suddenly clamped shut.

_This is all my fault,_ she told herself. _I’m so glad I just quit work—clearly I’ve been away for too long, and raised a pair of deviants._

As he started to orgasm, Albert had an idea.

“ _The sight of your children copulating turns you on,_ ” he said, before loudly grunting, lifting his enormous ass off the couch, and filling his sister’s pussy with cum. His head fell back in satisfaction, and he was amused to notice that Mandy hadn’t stopped gyrating on top of him. Apparently she didn’t consider her orders complete.

“ _Mandy, you can stop fucking me now. Mom…whenever you’re turned on, you will masturbate, but you won’t notice that you’re doing it. People checking you out will turn you on, especially if they’re family members._ ”

As Albert’s instructions sank into his mother’s head, she unknowingly reached down and started stroking the outside of her panties. The French Maid’s outfit she’d bought had an extremely high hemline for easy access. At the same time, Mandy winced slightly as she stood up and Albert’s cock left her pussy. She looked over at her mother, confused.

“Mom…what on earth are you wearing?”

In response, their mother just groaned.

* * *

Meanwhile, in the other room, Lacey was sitting, confused, with a mouthful of cum.

Her immediate instinct was to spit it out, but something stopped her, and she wasn’t sure what.

_Guys like it when girls swallow,_ she realized. _If I really want a chance with Paddy, maybe I should learn to swallow it—I don’t know why, but they seem to think that’s super hot._

_Of course, this _isn’t_ Paddy’s,_ she countered, deliberately striving not to think about whose cum it is. _So I might s well just spit it out…_

_But…_

Lacey lost track of the time as she weighed up her options, going back and forth between the idea of swallowing and the idea of spitting it out, storing the cum in her mouth as she decided what to do. Finally, she decided that she needed a second opinion, and decided to go and find her brother.

_He’ll know what to do,_ she thought to herself, so distracted by her quandary that she didn’t even question the thought.

In the living-room, she found him…and the strangest sight he’d ever seen.

Her younger sister Mandy was standing against a wall, totally naked, supporting herself with one arm, holding what looked like a book about birds with the other. Behind her, Albert was roughly fucking her—it was clear that he wasn’t holding back, and Lacey was amazed that Mandy wasn’t crying out at the force of his thrusts.

Even stranger, their mother was standing to the side, dressed as a French Maid, dusting the room. At least, it looked like she was _trying_ to dust—every few seconds, she would glance at the copulating pair.

Upon closer inspection, Lacey noticed that her Mom had one hand between her legs, and was desperately stroking the outside of her panties.

Lacey wanted to cry out, to ask everyone what the hell was going on, but the mouth full of cum prevented her, and so instead she just slammed the door, attracting the attention of everyone in the room.

“Hey sis,” Mandy casually grunted, and went back to her book. Linda just blushed at the sight of her other daughter entering, and Albert smiled, a cocky grin coming across his fat face.

“Hey Lacey,” he said, before reaching into his pocket and pulling out his device.

_Don’t leave this room until I say to. You’re angry at seeing me fuck Mandy…because you’re jealous. On some level, you’ve been attracted to Mandy for as long as you can remember. It’s a deep attraction that goes past gender, past family. You want to fuck Mandy more than you want anything—you want to be her little fucktoy. You want to be a little fucktoy for your whole family, but especially Mandy. The idea of fucking Mandy is the hottest thing you can ever imagine…and you’ll do anything to make it happen._

_Whenever you see me fucking Mandy, you can’t help but watch jealously…imagining it’s you._


	Chapter 6

Lacey’s eyes widened. Her look of shock turned to anger…why did Albert get to do what she’d always, always wanted to?

_Wait,_ she asked herself. _Always wanted to?_

_Yes,_ another part of her brain responded. _You know it’s true._

As Lacey stood and watched her brother pound into her younger sister, she realized that this was something that she’d wanted, deep down, for months. No—years.

Every time she’d made out with a guy, on some level, she’d wished it was Mandy’s tongue in her mouth. Every time she’d gone down on a date, she’d been imagining it was Mandy’s moans in her ears, Mandy’s pleasure that she was causing with her mouth.

A part of her wanted to leave, but she knew she couldn’t. She was picturing herself in Albert’s place, wearing a strap-on, pounding mercilessly into Mandy’s tight little cunt. She wanted to fuck her sister, to be the one to make her cum. She’d never wanted anything more.

And so she took a seat, picking up Mandy’s discarded bra and smelling it as she watched her pudgy brother roughly fuck the disinterested teenager. Her mouth was still full of Albert’s cum, but suddenly that wasn’t so bad—after all, soon Mandy would be full of Albert’s cum, and that meant it brought them together.

She wanted to be closer to Mandy, however possible. She wanted to fuck Mandy, but if she couldn’t…maybe she’d fuck Albert?

Meanwhile, Linda had given up the pretense of cleaning, and—like Lacey—started just watching the siblings, twitching with arousal as she did.

_I want to fuck my daughter,_ she realized. The words Albert had intended for his sister had affected her too. _It’s all I’ve ever wanted._

Her new instructions hadn’t overridden her earlier instructions; she desperately wanted to play with herself, an urge that only grew every time her daughters looked at her in disgust or horror. Their attention turned her on, and it fed into her new desire—she wanted to be a fucktoy. She wanted to be a fucktoy for her family.

“Please,” Linda said, unable to hold back any longer. “Please…”

Mandy’s entire body shook as Albert pounded into her. The book was still in her hand, but it dangled by her side as her brother’s words echoed through her head.

_I want to be a fucktoy for my family._ The rest of what he’d said hadn’t made sense, and so her brain had dismissed it, but that phrase had now entered her conscious mind.

_I want to be a fucktoy for my family,_ she mentally repeated as Albert grunted and came into her for the second time. As he pulled out of her now-dripping pussy, she picked up her book once more.

_Maybe I’ll do something about that one day._

Albert stared at his sister Mandy as she sat on the couch and continued reading as though nothing had happened. The only thing that she’d consciously registered so far was how strangely her mother was dressed, and when her inquiry had been ignored, she’d shrugged and gone back to her book, seemingly unaware of the cock pounding in and out of her pussy.

He didn’t know why the machine was affecting her differently, but he wondered how far he could push it before she’d notice something was up.

“ _Mandy,_ ” he said, pulling his device out and speaking directly into it. “ _Make out with Lacey._ ”

Lacey’s eyes lit up as Mandy approached her and pressed her lips firmly against her sister’s. From Mandy’s end it seemed entirely mechanical, as though her body was simply getting the job done, exactly as it had been while she was fucking Albert. Lacey, however, was in heaven—this was the realization of a subconscious fantasy she’d had for her whole life.

Their mother stood and watched, practically shaking with jealousy. All she’d ever wanted was to be a little fucktoy for Mandy—or anyone in her family—but it seemed everyone but her got a piece of the pie.

“Please…” she begged again, but Albert ignored her—he was too busy enjoying watching his siblings kiss, transferring his cum from one teenage mouth to the other.

Mandy was unable to continue reading while she passionately frenched Lacey, and so her mind began pondering her sudden new desire.

_How can I be a fucktoy for my family?_ she thought, running her hands up and down Lacey’s back. _Obviously my sister would never be into it…or Mom. But Albert—he’s gross, he must be desperate. Yes, maybe tonight I’ll sneak into his room and try to seduce him._

A small smile appeared on her face as she admired her own plan, even as Lacey’s hands moved up and started playing with her naked tits.

_I sure hope he goes for it._

No one was looking at Linda, as she joined her son in watched the girls get more and more amorous. Her lust had died down, even as her jealousy grew. She wanted to storm out, but she couldn’t—Albert’s instructions meant that none of them could leave until ordered to.

“ _Okay Lacey,_ ” Albert said into the device. “ _I want you to go down on Mandy. I want you to suck my cum out of her pussy, and once you have, I want you to go back to your room and get off while thinking about it._ ”

Lacey was frenzied with lust, and she pushed her sister onto the couch with such haste that Mandy almost dropped her book. In truth, Albert was spent—he’d cum three times that day already, and more than anything he really just wanted a nap, but the opportunity to see his stuck-up sister suck his cum out of Mandy’s pussy was too great to pass up, and so he decided to end his sexual adventures with a show.

He smiled as he watched the sisters sexually pleasure each other. He had no way of knowing that Mandy’s mind was elsewhere, calculating how she could sneak into Albert’s room that night, what she would wear and how she would act.

Just the thought of it was starting to turn her on, and she wriggled slightly, blissfully unaware of her sister’s tongue between her legs, lapping out both her sibling’s juices with as much enthusiasm as she could muster.

Glancing to the left, Albert couldn’t help but notice his mother’s desperate look. Her eyes were filled with lust and despair, and as soon as he made eye-contact with her, she resumed stroking her panties, turned on by the attention of her son.

“ _Suck my cock, Mom,_ ” he said, surprised by the speed of her response. Barely had the words left his mouth than her lips were wrapped around his slowly-hardening cock.

_I want to be a little fucktoy for my whole family,_ she told herself, and shuddered with pleasure as she felt her son’s cock beginning to harden inside her mouth. _Especially Mandy._

_I’d do anything to make that happen._

Everything had happened so fast, she’d barely had time to justify the new thoughts swimming around her head. As she lapped up the combination of Albert and Mandy’s juices from her son’s cock, she started breaking down her new desires.

She wasn’t a lesbian, she knew that—her attraction to Mandy was something special. Gender was irrelevant, family was irrelevant.

So why did she want to fuck Mandy so much?

As Linda ran her tongue around her son’s sensitive head, she glanced over at Mandy. Her daughter was trembling with orgasm as her older sister’s tongue explored every crevice of her young, well-groomed cunt.

_She’s very smart,_ Linda told herself unconvincingly. _She’s smart, and pretty, and…_

Her train of thought ran dry as she found herself totally unable to come up with a particular reason that her daughter was the target of her adoration. She continued to jealously watch as Lacey went down on Mandy, even as Albert’s cock hardened in her mouth.

The pudgy teen hadn’t been planning on cumming again, but his mother’s oral efforts had managed to make him hard once more, and so with a grunt he reached out for the device.

“ _Mom, get on all fours. I want to fuck you._ ”

As Linda unquestioningly obeyed, her mind continued to grapple with the cause of her newfound desires for her youngest daughter.

_Her innocence…_ she realized, grunting slightly as Albert pushed his way between her legs, filling her up in one fell stroke. _She’s such a good girl—she’s never had so much as a boyfriend._

Albert wasn’t holding back, mercilessly thrusting into his mother again and again. She barely noticed, she was so preoccupied with the power of her desire for her daughter.

_She’s so innocent, so pure. But look at her shaved pussy. Mandy is the perfect combination of sexy and young, sinless and dirty. Look at the way she bucks against her sister’s tongue, the swell of her perfectly-formed breasts…_

Linda moaned with pleasure at the idea of those breasts in her mouth, of her tongue in the place of her daughter’s. Combined with the feeling of her son’s hardness deep inside her pussy, she could feel an orgasm approaching.

_I’m a little fucktoy for my family,_ she told herself. _I’m a little fucktoy…for my son._

As an orgasm overcame Linda, Lacey realized that she’d managed to suck all the cum out of her sister’s pussy.

_I don’t want to overstay my welcome,_ she told herself, and immediately left for her room. She knew she’d be replaying that moment in her mind for some time to come, getting off again and again as she did.

“ _Mandy,_ ” Albert said into his device, his other hand resting firmly on the small of his mother’s back. “ _Get dressed and keep reading your book as though we weren’t here._ ”

“ _You won’t consciously remember anything that happened here,_ ” he added, completely unnecessarily.

When Linda eventually came down from her orgasm, she was disappointed to open her eyes and find her youngest daughter clothed, continuing to read the ornithological book, totally ignoring the scene in front of her.

She dutifully continued thrusting back against her son, until close to twenty minutes later when he came inside her.

“Thanks, Mom,” he said, and she smiled back at him.

She loved being a little fucktoy for her family. Now she just had to work out how she could seduce Mandy…

* * *

That night, Albert was awoken by an unusual sight. After his four incestual orgasms, he wasn’t really interested in fooling around any more and had spent the rest of the night on his computer, raiding with his clan and generally acting like a typical teenager.

He’d slept heartily, and—having not left any residual commands—hadn’t been expecting a late-night visitor.

To his surprise, his younger sister was standing in front of him in lingerie.

“Hey Albert,” she said shyly.

“Uh, hey…” he said, one hand shooting out to the side to find his device.

“I missed you,” she purred, and it dawned on him. She was trying to seduce him.

But why?

Mandy’s response to his device had puzzled him from start to finish. She hadn’t consciously seemed to register anything that was happening—she’d thrown him a strange look when he’d started fucking their mother, but she hadn’t said anything, and he felt as though he’d covered his bases with the instruction to forget everything.

Now, here she was, spontaneously seducing him.

Unless…was it possible that this was happening for real? Perhaps Albert had underestimated his own attractiveness, and his sister had been genuinely lusting after him for years.

With a smile, Albert whipped his bedclothes to the side, revealing his obese nakedness.

“Climb on,” he said, not even picking up the device. Mandy’s eyes lit up with glee, and soon her panties had been moved to the side, and she was squeaking with delight as her pussy-lips parted and allowed her older brother’s cock to fill her up.

_I want to be a little fucktoy,_ she mentally reminded herself, even as her eyes rolled back in her head with pleasure. _I want to be a little fucktoy for my whole family._


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