Binoculation 2
By September, I had used the binoculars on the part-time maintenance staff, turning them into loyal workers, but also experimenting on them with various imagery, working to fine-tune the wondrous pair of magical binoculars. I had traveled back to the small store where the old woman and I did business, but the place had closed; the woman vanished into the ether. I combed the internet looking for news, discovering nothing, not even a manual. And if YouTube doesn’t have a “how to” video, you know it’s obscure.
My mother and I lived in a five-bedroom monstrosity in Del Mar that we would probably end up having to sell. Her name was Shari, and she won the lottery of shitty husbands. From Germanic stock, she stands at 5′9″, and if you referenced a Venn diagram of Claudia Schiffer and Heidi Klum, you’d see my mother. There’s a reason I fantasized about her.
The binoculars transformed her into a slave, dedicated to pleasing me. I was still her son, and it added to her arousal. As a symbol of servitude, both mother’s nipples were now pierced with rings and had silver filigreed chains that led to the slave ring on her collar. I found it quite erotic; whenever I fastened my chain to her collar, mother would have a powerful orgasm.
I also purchased a set of normal binoculars for her to use. When I needed to prune her moral compass, I would substitute the magical version, but it wasn’t needed much anymore. Remember, using a single image sent a powerful visual suggestion into the subconscious that influenced a person’s core values. Due to that, care had to be observed.
Using double images worked best. It was less pervasive, taking longer to implant into the mind, but it seemed to be accepted better. An image I used on the staff was simply a photo of the word loyalty combined with a picture of me. When they began exhibiting loyalty, I would take a picture of myself with them, then add obedience to the mix.
Kenneth Estrada was head of the maintenance crew. I practiced on them, beginning with Ken. If someone resisted, it was important both he and I agreed if someone needed to be let go. He was a father of seven, one of them a daughter who had just turned eighteen. I had him show me a picture, and she seemed pretty enough for a test run. I found the girl in the photo to possess both an alluring beauty and a wholesome innocence.
“Does she still look like that, Kenneth?”
“Yes, Mr. Thomas, she is quite a handful, my Rosita. She’s going to go to college soon!” He was so proud.
“Bring her by the house. I would like to show her around.”
“Yes, Mr. Thomas.”
It took me only three days to convert Kenneth into a loyal servant, and another three to ensure he would be okay with the corruption of his daughter. I asked about his wife, and it became a real possibility I might have to use the binoculars on her.
I know I had previously spoken about finding an ideal candidate for a wife, but I wasn’t in a hurry. Indeed, I would need to refine my use of the binoculars to get to a point where my wife would be both a willing slave and help maintain the facade of normalcy. While it was true mother was now my slave, I had the steep challenge of finding a woman who rivaled her beauty. It was a tall order bar that spurred me on to make the correct choice that would last us the rest of our lives.
I also realized I wasn’t intending to stop at two women, which leads me back to Rosita Estrada. With college starting, I was going to have a pool of beautiful women to choose from, but I enjoyed finding diamonds in the rough. This diamond would be over Tuesday morning. Kenneth would bring his daughter around, introduce her to me, and I would introduce her to mother, then to my binoculars.
Understand, I wasn’t looking for outright subjugation of a poor young lady; indeed, I wanted her cognizant of her corruption. I wanted the deviancy to be a choice she made. My plan was to instill in Rosie an overpowering desire to see me have sex with my mother. Once this desire was ingrained, I would have fun with letting her see mother and me together.
As stated previously, I hadn’t stopped looking for a wife. Besides combing the community, I looked to online mail-order bride sites, but they were such scams! It occurred to me that a woman with a darker, more exotic beauty would complement the fair skinned, sun kissed beauty of my mother. There was an olive-skinned brunette porn star who was a Ukrainian with the alias “Elizaveta.” The woman seemed tall and gorgeous, her brunette locks full and curly with butterscotch highlights. She lived in Del Mar, and I wanted to find out more about her.
The other contestant was a winsome young lady, also in the area with skin the color of Umber and bright blue eyes. Her statistics had her at a diminutive five foot two inches, but she possessed intense blue eyes that I felt had to be fake. Her name was Julia, and she ran a yoga school. My approach would have mother privately hire her for one-one-one yoga lessons.
Besides call girls, escorts, and mail-order brides, I gave a thought to practicality. Both my mother and future wife would need a personal stylist and body piercing specialist. While I could pay thousands of dollars for one, I could pay nothing for a servant. I wondered if it was a good idea to find someone young to bankroll them while they went to school for either a body-piercing specialist or a stylist. Young Rosie could do either. I would have to find out which; I investigated cosmetology schools in the area.
My alarm clock went off, signifying the start of another Tuesday morning. It began as a pleasantly wet sensation, accompanied by a humming vibration that affected both my balls and diamond hard shaft. Next came the moaning, which, of course, signified my mother began getting herself off while she worked to get me off. The slurping noises, coupled with a gag or two now and then, pleased me. I was proud of mom for working to control her gag reflex so that she could deep throat me whenever the mood struck. It was still euphoric to grab her by the jaw or back of her head, or each ear and just start sawing in and out of her elegant lips and talented tongue. Sometimes a little variation was needed.
“Slave, I want you to fuck me.”
Mother obeyed, releasing me from her mouth, bringing strands of spittle with her when she did, saliva and pre-cum smeared on her firm chin and around her mouth.
“Your will is mine, Master,” she panted, switching positions with feline-like agility, impaling her bald, wet cunt onto my spit-shined cock with both a practiced ease and a low moan. Her slave collar had two thin silver chains that connected to each nipple, with a third connecting nipple to nipple, forming an erotic triangle. I loved watching mother’s full breasts bounce, the movement of the chains, her rising excitement as her hips gyrated deeper and faster. Her stomach muscles clenched, and her pussy spat her juices around my invading member, her rib cage forming a near perfect upside-down V, as if I needed reminding how perfect her body was. Both yoga and regular sex worked wonders.
Pregnancy was something I didn’t want. I knew if I bred her, it would mar her physical beauty. Call me selfish, call me a prick, just keep in mind she had a body built for sin. I wanted her to have that body for as long as possible.
Back to the sex. I gifted my mother’s womb with my seed, causing her to orgasm as well. She eventually pulled out of me and moved down to make sure my cock was cleansed. We gazed lovingly into each other’s eyes while she kissed, licked, and sucked on my semi hard prick. I loved calling her my slave during sex, but sometimes calling her mother was nice, too.
“We will have company today, mother.”
She was surprised; this was the first I’d mentioned it.
“Is it someone I know?” she asked, while kissing the crown of my cock.
“No, she’s the daughter of Kenneth, the head groundskeeper.”
She smiled around my dick. “Kenneth’s daughter? Is it a special occasion?”
“No, but we should make plans to entertain her this morning. Perhaps we could introduce her to birdwatching?”
Mother was happy. “That would be a lovely idea. Having another woman to speak to you would be nice. What is her name, Master?”
“We should start by calling her Rosita, but if she warms to us, we could call her Rosie.”
“Everyone warms to you, Master,” mother emphasized that fact by taking a loving slurp on my cock, “when is she coming over?”
“An hour,” I said with a grin.
“That doesn’t leave me much time to get ready, Master.”
“Mother, we will need to use our normal names. Please refrain from calling me Master until we’re alone. Can you remember that?”
“Yes, son,” she obeyed, kissing the crown of my cock lovingly.
“I also want to remind you to dress conservatively. We don’t want to scare away the young woman. Be on your best behavior.”
“Yes, Casper.”
“Now give me one last kiss on the mouth before you get yourself ready.”
Sensuously crawling up my resting form, she planted a lingering, full kiss on my mouth. She tasted like my dick, but she was so beautiful I didn’t mind. While mother prepared, I went downstairs and used the shower. I was, of course, prepared before she was. I did not know how complicated applying makeup was! My mother’s routine took her 45 minutes, minimum. I was a fan of the finished product.
I was impressed when Kenneth introduced her. Rosita stood at around 5 foot 4 inches. The nubile young woman’s hair was a shoulder length reddish brown and straight. Her nose was slightly larger than the rest of her face, but it added to her beauty. High, dark eyebrows and inquisitive almond eyes gave her a studious. However, she had applied too much black lipstick, detracting from her overall beauty.
Delightfully, Rosita’s body was nicer in person. Her breasts were 34B and bell-shaped. The young lady tried her best to hide them inside a tight sports bra; obviously she was uncomfortable with them. A pleasantly rounded bottom that swayed invitingly when she walked was her best asset, no pun intended. The Estradas must have sheltered their kids, because her naivety was clear, accentuating her air of innocence I so desperately wanted to corrupt.
Kenneth, my mother, Rosie, and I conversed on the veranda. Mother and I served them, which confused the girl. I respected the staff, only berating them if they did something wrong, and they seldom did.
“Do you like birds, Rosie?” Mother asked, wearing a white t-shirt and black jeans that fit snugly around her dazzling figure. She had a shawl, but it was currently draped over the chair as we four sat, commiserating over food and drink.
“I guess they’re okay,” Rosie hedged. I could see her trying to figure out why exactly she was here.
“We have some unique birds that use our feeders,” I explained.
I offered her the binoculars, programmed with only one image of the word “obey” in all caps.
She took them and experimented, using them as directed. Even with mother’s enthusiasm in naming all the different birds, the girl grew bored, putting the binocs down after only a few moments.
“Well, this was nice, but we must get back home soon, right papa?”
“We should get you home then,” I began. “Until then, try using the binoculars to tell me what the neighbor is growing in his orchard.”
Hesitantly, she picked the binoculars back up and scoped out the neighbor’s yard. When she would move to put down the binoculars, I would simply suggest she keep using them, and she’d obey. We played this game for almost 30 minutes straight; me ordering her to look through the binoculars, and she became more obedient. As I finally took the binoculars from her, I noticed she was relieved to be leaving.
My mother spoke to Kenneth in the background as I spoke to the young woman. She carried herself in such a guarded, constrained way. Not that I minded; it was understandable considering the unusual situation.
“Rosie, I can tell you were bored today.”
“No Casper, it was… fun. I had a good time.” At least now I could tell she was lying.
“You can tell me the truth,” I told her.
“I was a more weirded out than bored,” she eyed her father and my mother talking within earshot and I beckoned her outside to continue her explanation.
“I don’t know why my father brought me here. I assumed it’s because you wanted me here.”
“He brought it up,” I hedged. “I think it’s because I’m going off to college for my second year and you’re going to be a freshman this year.”
“College?” her eyes lit up.
“San Diego,” I told her.
“What are you studying?” She asked, obviously interested. I wished I had spoken of my college classes earlier.
“Rosie, how about this; you come back tomorrow or the next day and we can both talk about college. I can give you some pointers, but on one condition.”
“And that is?”
“Don’t listen to what other people tell you, only me,” I wanted to play the phrase off as half joke, half serious. She had been primed to obey for a good half hour on just the single image, and I wanted to make sure she only obeyed my commands.
“You’ve got a deal,” Rosie answered. “I’ll come back tomorrow and maybe I’ll only listen to you,” she laughed.
Perfect.
She was true to her word, coming back the next day. Her father drove her, but it was the day off for the staff, so it was just the three of us. I let her father know I would drive her back home. I broke up the second day into two blocks, both of which I incorporated the binoculars. The first part of her visit I single imaged my mother in her yoga outfit after a session, skin glistening with sweat. Image number two was another single image of me after my morning run. It was tasteful but slightly suggestive, meant to make us more attractive.
“What are you planning to major in, Rosie?”
We were strolling around the yard talking about college.
“Nursing,” she replied, “I want to help people out, you know?”
“Good on you, Rosie,” I responded. Then, after a bit, added, “I see you grasp that pendant sometimes.”
She explained, “It’s a Mother Mary charm I received for confirmation.”
I never asked Kenneth about his spirituality.
“Do you attend services regularly?” I inquired.
She nodded.
“And here I thought you were the strong-willed rebel of the family.”
“Did my dad say that?” Rosie asked, giggling.
“I think it was more about you being strong-willed. He’s thrilled you’re going to college.”
She nodded. “If you don’t mind my asking, how did you and father become friends?”
“I make it my business to have a good working relationship with the staff. Your father, I consider a friend, I’m hoping you as well, Rosie.”
She blushed at that.
“This is weird,” she spoke, “this whole situation is just weird.”
“Regardless,” I said, “I want us to be friends.”
She continued to blush.
“I’d like that, Casper,” she responded.
“Rosie, how do you feel about stargazing?”
For a second, I wondered if she thought I was serious before responding.
“Up at the sky?”
“Yeah.”
“Don’t they have telescopes for that?”
“With the binoculars, you’d be surprised what’s possible. You could come over either tomorrow night or the night after.”
She looked hesitant.
“Rosie, you can trust me.”
“Casper, I’ll check with my parents. It might be fun! Plus, it’ll get me out of the house.”
“I’ll even throw in popcorn and a movie of your choice afterwards.” I was going to suggest she stay the night, but I would do that tomorrow after she got another dose of the binoculars.
“For your sake, I hope you like horror movies,” Rosie spoke, “because I want to watch Malignant.”
I had no clue what she was talking about. “Done,” I said.
The next evening saw Rosie and I on the lawn, looking up at the night sky using the binocs. I went through some babble about calibration, making sure the whole affair took at least an hour. I made conversation while she looked through them, making the whole thing easier.
She was subjected to two images. The first was mother, kneeling and naked, sucking my cock while gazing up at me adoringly. The second we were in a variation of the missionary position, with both her legs draped over both of my shoulders, affording me access to the deepest recesses of her pussy. I was buried inside of her as we stared lustfully into each other’s eyes.
After an hour, I had to peel Rosie away from stargazing.
“So, how did you like it?” I asked?
The nubile young woman chewed her lower lip adorably before responding.
“That was more fun than I thought.”
“So, we’re watching Repugnant?”
She laughed, “No Casper, it’s Malignant. I haven’t seen it yet and my parents don’t like to watch those types of movies.”
“I’ll have mom watch it with us so we’ll have adult supervision. Sound good?”
Rosie flushed a bit. “If she wants to.” Judging by her reaction, the images were doing their job. She looked distant, like she was enjoying the incestuous fantasy.
Mother was ready to go, and the three of us sat on the sectional. There was ample space, but the way the seating arrangement worked out was Rosie sitting a distance away, mother, and me. That was acceptable for tonight. I wanted Rosie to get used to seeing us in close contact, further stimulating her burgeoning obsession.
From the beginning of the movie, I put my arm around mother and she leaned into me. It got scary as the story progressed, and from what I could tell, Rosie’s eye contact was just as much on us as in the movie. I chastised myself for not bringing blankets as I think the girl would have masturbated herself covertly had she the covering.
After the movie, mother hugged Rosie goodnight, then hugged me, giving me a quick peck on the lips. She was still under orders to be conservative, but she could still radiate eroticism. I loved her so much.
Rosie and I talked while I drove her home.
“Casper, you seem to have a great relationship with your mom.”
I nodded. “The divorce brought us closer. We realized we’re all we have, and as a result, we spend a lot of time together. We love each other very much.”
“Casper, that’s pretty unique. Your mom is so elegant.”
I nodded. “You’re not so bad either, Rosie.”
“I’m nowhere near as beautiful as your mom.”
I saw my opening and took it.
“She is more precious than rubies; nothing you desire can compare with her.”
Rosie gasped. “Is that Proverbs?”
I nodded. “Proverbs 3: 15, I can’t remember the rest,” I admitted.
Rosie knew, adding, “Long life is in her right hand; in her left hand are riches and honor. Her ways are pleasant ways, and all her paths are peace. She is a tree of life to those who take hold of her; those who hold her fast will be blessed.”
Rosie giggled, “Casper, you’ve been holding out on me. Do you go to church?”
“I went to a Bible Baptist church for about a year before they became too much. They had me doing bible study, and I learned a lot.”
We made pleasant small talk before I dropped her off. “Come over tomorrow night, Rosie. We’ll see another movie and continue with our stargazing.”
The beautiful Latina looked both relieved and concerned. “That would be great, Casper. There may be the problem of my mama.”
“Oh?”
“She suspects your motives. I heard her arguing with Papa.”
The hurdle presented itself.
“How about if I invite her, your father, and you for dinner?”
“She might want you to come here for dinner, Casper.”
“You and your father should convince her to have dinner at our place. You can show her what we’ve been up to,” I suggested. If I needed to binoculate her, I would.
Over the next week, my seduction of young Rosie took a back seat to getting her mother to be more pliable. She got the dual images of “Obey” and a picture of me. I later changed the picture of myself to be more erotic. It’s not that I wanted to bed Mrs. Estrada; I was curious to see how or even if she would react.
Lucia was in her mid-forties. Giving birth to seven kids had taken its toll on her body. She was only mildly overweight and looked good for both her age and her situation; a hard-working stay at home mom who dedicated her life to her kids. It took around 10 days, but I got her blessing. When Rosie came back to the house for another stargazing session, she had arrived with both a pie her mother baked for us, and clearance to stay the night.
Rosie got hit with another round of sexual imagery, this one different; both my mother and I were naked and engaged in sex, sitting upright, with her impaled on my cock looking down on me while we kissed. The other image was essentially the same, except both mother and I were looking directly at the camera, which in this case would equate to us looking directly at Rosie.
I had binoculated my mother earlier in the week. I didn’t have to, and I could just order her to be attracted to Rosie, but I decided she should have some emotional investment in this young girl. 30 minutes on the binoculars, looking at a single image of Rosie, did the trick.
“How do you feel about Rosie, mother?” I asked.
“I knew you wanted to seduce her, but now I have feelings for her too, Casper. Is that okay?”
“It’s what I want, mother. Eventually, Rosie will want to have sex with us. When the time comes, we’ll welcome her with open arms.”
“And tongues,” mother added. She knew what I liked to hear.
On this night, I pulled out the blankets, and mother wore her yoga pants that I had peeled off her multiple times in the past. She smelled wonderful, and Rosie noticed as well. I could see her defenses crumbling. She’d been thinking about both mother and me for almost two weeks. I didn’t think tonight was the night, however. Watching my mother and I fuck was going to be a growing obsession for Rosie.
She stayed the night in her own room. In the morning, she came out to mother and I performing our morning yoga. However, instead of both of us being naked, we were clothed for our guest’s benefit. She hung back, watching us from the sliding glass door for minutes while we stretched together. I was daring and kissed mother on her collarbone, while she squeezed my ass.
“Rosie, good morning! Come on out,” I greeted her. She revealed herself, freshly showered and looking scrumptious. We had breakfast and she and mother looked at the bird feeders. Today Rosie was going to get a healthy round of mother’s naked body, coupled by two women, and blond and brunette, engaged in a sixty-nine position. Not knowing her own sexual proclivities, I focused on lesbian sex, since I knew it went against her own beliefs.
For part of the day, I left Rosie with mother and she taught her how to apply makeup in a more refined way, which made the young lady even more of a beauty. As the day progressed, I could see the emotional battle playing out with the nubile young woman.
That evening as we stargazed, Rosie got the single image of my mother, subserviently on all fours, back arched erotically, her face on the ground, right arm out in front of her, while I knelt behind her upturned ass, fucking her from behind. It was our favorite sexual position. The tattoo on the small of her back that read “Property of Casper” was visible.
“Rosie, are you okay?” I asked. She was looking through the binoculars with one hand, while the other was kneading her right breast. It was just her and me in the backyard.
She pulled her hand away from her breast at my question.
“I-Casper, I—” Rosie started tearing up.
“Rosie, you know you can trust me,” I embraced her, and she hugged me back tightly, sobbing against my chest, “what’s going on?”
“I’m terrible,” she sobbed, “I’m afraid if I tell you, you’ll want me to leave.”
It was a good thing she couldn’t see me grinning.
“I may surprise you, Rosie.”
I could feel how turned on she was in my arms. I played as patient as I could.
“I’m thinking terrible thoughts.”
“What, like robbing me?”
“No!”
“Then it can’t be that bad. Could you elaborate?”
“I’ve had thoughts… about you.”
“Is that it?” I asked.
“Casper, let me finish! About you and your mom.”
“As in sexual thoughts?”
I felt her nod, and I pressed into her a bit more.
“You can tell me to go anytime you want,” she sobbed into my chest. Again, I waited.
“Is that all?” I asked.
Still in a hug, Rosie pulled back to look me in the eye. Her mascara ran a bit, accentuating rather than detracting from her beauty.
“Casper, I just told you I’ve been thinking about you and your mom having sex.”
I wondered how she felt as she scanned my face for any signs I was put off with her admission and couldn’t find any.
“Rosie, I can see why you would fantasize about mother. I’m impressed you’re incorporating me into your fantasy.”
She hit me on the shoulder.
“I’m not gay!”
“Never said you were.”
“It’s unnatural.”
“I respectfully disagree,” I argued.
“You really should be more upset with me,” Rosie added.
“I have some questions,” I mentioned.
“Why I’m such a freak?”
“No, I’m curious as to this sexual liaison with my mother. Am I the aggressor, or is she?”
“I’m not sure I should talk about it.”
“Perhaps if you can pick out details, it may tell you something about your fantasy.”
“Casper, it’s not just fantasy. It’s something I keep thinking about.”
“Like it’s something you want to see?”
After a long pause, still hugging each other, I felt her sigh.
“Yeah.”
“Rosie, if you’re looking for forgiveness for your thoughts or needs, I see nothing to forgive. I don’t think any less of you for having those fantasies or wanting to see my mother and I have sex. I respect you more for being honest with me.”
“Promise not to tell Shari, Casper.”
“I promise, although I think she’d be just as forgiving as I about it. Why don’t we see a movie?”
“Alright. I like it here, by the way. I’m not sure what you told my mother, but it seems to have done the trick.”
“I owe most of that to my mother, Rosie.”
I gave serious thought to giving both her mother and Rosie an image of each other. It would be interesting to see what mother and daughter would do with an incest fetish. I snapped back to reality, holding Rosie’s hand as we went into the house. She gave it a good squeeze.
“Thank you, Casper.” She stood on her tiptoes and kissed me on the cheek.
“Anytime, Rosie.” I felt things were proceeding well and didn’t take our intimacy any further.
What happened during the movie I’ll remember for the rest of my life. I don’t remember the movie we watched. I think it had Sarah Jessica Parker in it. What I can tell you is having Rosie on my right side, mother on my left, my arm around both made me feel like a champion. From the beginning, I moved my left hand under the covers and started fingering my mother. During the middle of the movie, I detected Rosie masturbating herself under the blanket. My hand crept over to hers, and she let me replace it with my own. Her pussy was thick, hairy, and hot. As I maneuvered my hand further into her sex, she spread her legs more, affording me better access. I looked at her, and she was watching the movie through half-lidded eyes. She looked at me and I smiled at her before plunging my fingers into her virgin snatch.
“I like this movie,” the girl said as my fingers plowed into her.
On the other side, mother knew what was going on. She unzipped my shorts, pulled out my extremely hard cock, and gave me a slow hand job. Rosie finally caught on, her eyes widening, and I used my other hand to lift the blanket to reveal mother’s sweatpants halfway down her own legs, her hand on my cock, my left hand rubbing my mother’s vulva as her smooth cunt was revealed. I continued to work Rosie’s pussy with my right hand.
The sudden realization pushed her over the edge into a quavering, keening orgasm. Mother became more animated after that, rocking her hips into my hand while jacking me off. I took my fingers out of the young woman’s hotbox.
“Rosie,” I moaned, mother’s hand pumping my cock, “Watch this.”
She was rivetted to the lewd scene as I brought my fingers, slick with her pussy juice, to mother’s eager lips. While staring at the young girl, she first tongued then sucked on my fingers.
“Oh my god,” Rosie moaned, her hand going back to take care of her own sex as she watched my mother move down my body, replacing her hand with her mouth around my cock.
“Oh god,” the youthful Latina cried, fingering herself with abandon. She couldn’t tear her eyes from the taboo scene of a mother blowing her son.
Mother’s tongue and the whole tableau playing out as wonderfully as it did thrilled me to the bone, pun intended. Rosie fingered herself to another climax, this one much louder.
“I’m cumming, mother,” I panted, my hand over her ass while she hummed around my dick, her tongue lathing tenderly over every inch of my hard member.
“I love you, mother,” I whispered as my first blast painted the roof of her mouth. She moaned as each blast exploded into her mouth, except for the last couple of dribbles. She played with them with her tongue and lips as she eyed Rosie. The doe-eyed girl was helpless under mother’s spell. .
“Rosie, come here,” mother requested breathlessly. I inserted my index finger into her bald snatch as she was on all fours, face still around my cock. The girl crawled over, remnants of mascara still on her flushed cheeks, her face scrunched in such a way it was obvious she craved cock. She came in low and face first, inches away from mother, my cock in between them. At the sight of them looking at each other, my cock became re-energized.
Mother brought her index and middle finger, glistening with my seed, to Rosie’s lips. The girl slowly, sensuously opened her mouth to accept her reward, sucking on the slender digits noisily.
Mother resumed sucking my cock, bobbing her head up and down and licking from the base to the glans before offering it to the transfixed young lady.
“Take it into your mouth,” she requested huskily.
Rosie took her cue, gingerly attaching her lips to my glans. The pair took a “caring is sharing” approach, passing me back and forth. I noticed whenever mother handed off my dick, she had left extra dollops of her own saliva. Rosie slurped it right up, moaning around my cock. It was a study in contrasts; mother knew my body so well and knew what excited me, whereas Rosie was brand new, figuring it out as she went. Time and training would make her a great cocksucker.
At some point, Rosie and mother’s lips and tongues met around my cock, and the pair began kissing. I put a hand on both their heads ever so lightly, patting them reassuringly as I enjoyed the show.
“Good girls,” I encouraged, spurring them on. It was fitting mother got the first kiss with Rosie. Things had progressed faster than expected, but the nubile young thing seemed willing as she played tonsil-hockey with mother.
Since mother knew her place, she eventually pulled away slightly from Rosie, their lips smeared with lipstick and their shared spittle. She looked at me expectantly.
“Rosie,” I spoke, “you want to watch me fuck my mother, don’t you?”
As if in answer, a strangled sound issued from her before she cleared her throat.
“More than anything else,” she answered meekly.
“Then get naked, stay close and enjoy,” I said before turning to mother. “Let’s show Rosie what she wants.”
“Yes, son,” mother responded, excitement in her voice. I could tell she missed her slave collar.
The young woman gasped in appreciation at mother’s revealed breasts.
“Are your nipples pierced?” she asked, knowing the obvious answer.
“Yes Rosie,” mother pulled my shorts all the way off as I took off my shirt. Except for my necklace and slave master ring, I was naked and ready. Mother straddled me and settled in, preparing to impale herself on my erection as I sat on the sectional. Rosie lie on my right, naked, blanket hiding her lovely body. It was adorable how self-conscious she still was. It was still easy to see her legs were spread, and she was languidly rubbing herself.
“Did it hurt?”
Mother kissed my hand, her lips lingering on my ring. She wanted to let me know she was my slave, giving me that extra thrill that made my cock lurch in her hand.
“What’s an instant of pain for a lifetime of pleasure?” mother asked. I felt her breath on my face as she sunk down onto me.
Mother sunk herself onto my spit-shined cock, enveloping me with her fantastic pussy. Her intake of breath and subsequent shiver was a sign of one of her cute micro-orgasms. She took another breath when I claimed her mouth with my own, taking her lips into mine. We embraced, my hands roving through her hair, ass, back, and breasts, while she ground herself onto my manhood, alternating between long strokes and short, quick ones.
As obsession became reality, Rosie fingered herself to yet another climax, her youthful body spasming under the blanket as she watched us copulate.
I didn’t want to shoot inside mother, but I was close as I sucked on her tongue, palming her ass while pinching her nipple as her hips bobbed up and down.
I took more control of the situation, changing positions so mother was on all fours on the sectional, moving her closer to Rosie. The idea was to have my mother in the ideal cunt munching position.
“Mother, help Rosie take off the blanket.”
Rosie’s nubile body was revealed, a present for which I was thankful for. A set of bell-shaped tits proudly stood out from her chest, with small, dark areolae, nipples like hard pebbles, stood at attention. Rosie’s pussy was a large, unkempt mound of pubic hair with shiny, pink blood-engorged labia larger than mother’s. It looked like a juicy treat.
“Oh my god,” the naïve girl murmured as realization set in what was about to happen.
Nudging mother’s head down into Rosie’s pussy, she arched her back in order to keep her gorgeous ass raised. I showed my appreciation, entering her wet depths to the base of my shaft, causing her to cry out my name. I had the perfect vantage of Rosie’s face and tits as mother munched on her wet, hairy cunt.
“Oh,” as the girl felt another woman’s tongue on her sex for the first time, one of her hands went to her breast, pinching and kneading her nipple while her breath sped up. “Oh. Oh.” Her other hand grasped the blanket beside her in a death grip as she gave her body over to my mother in sexual bliss. “Ah. Shari! Oh!” I didn’t take my eyes from Rosie and periodically we’d exchange a lustful stare or two.
We held this position for some time before I released into my sexy mother with a yell while she devoured Rosie’s pussy. The cries and moans, wet noises and smells were fantastic.
We took the enthusiastic catholic girl into our boudoir. I enjoyed how she paired with mother.
Over the next week I used the binoculars to intensify the relationship between Rosie and mother. It was important to me they had a strong, sexual attraction for each other. Rosie was a novice when it came to sex, but she proved eager to learn. Once visiting Rosie’s place, her mother checked me out. I invited Lucia over to my place to give her an incest fetish for her daughter, but the surprise was she was pretty good at giving head. I imaged her a picture of her daughter sucking my cock and a single image of her daughter naked in order to kick start their eventual incestual union.
It was only a matter of time before Rosie wanted my cock inside her. Two weeks later, there we were, in the boudoir, naked. Both women had been smeared with my seed as they had tandem sucked me off. I thought it added to their beauty.
“Rosie, I want you to know, once we do this, you will become mine.”
She smiled, spreading her legs for me, cunt trimmed into a cute little landing strip. All of us were naked, mother with her slave accessories.
“I already am, Casper.”
I had looked forward to this; I felt like I could smash rocks with my erection.
Rosie’s body, covered in a sheen of sweat, called to me. Mother was behind her, sliding her hand down the young woman’s flat belly to her pussy, spreading her lips in invitation. I decided Rosie wasn’t what I was looking for in a wife, but she would be our attendant, giving manicures and pedicures, providing tattoos and piercings as needed, free of charge.
“Oooohhhmygaaaawwwwd!” she cried as I slowly but surely entered her.
“With this, you are mine.” I began building a rhythm, grabbing Rosie by each ankle while my cock slid into her virgin crevice.
“Yesyesyesyes Casper I’myours!!” she caterwauled.
I began thrusting with more urgency as my cock began making slurping, wet noises as our hard fucking built up a froth. Mother alternated between kissing me, then Rosie.
Nothing was going to stop me from dumping my seed into Rosie’s womb. I had released her ankles and was fucking her missionary style, hard. She wrapped her legs around me, ankles crisscrossed over my ass, gyrating her hips to match my thrusts, going out of her mind with passion. When I finally came inside Rosie, I looked deeply into her eyes before saying, “with this, I am your master.”
Through panting breath, she looked at me, worship in her eyes. “Okay… Master.”
“My will is yours.”
“Your will is mine,” she responded huskily.
“Mother and I will teach you more. I want you to be open to learning.”
“I will, Master.”
We kissed, and she tasted heavenly. Mother sobbed with joy.
Now I had two slaves.