Editor's note: this fictional work contains scenes of completely fictional incest or fictional incest content.
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18th Birthday
Yesterday
My neighbor, Miss Kim found out last night, when her family were over at my parent's house for our weekly barbeque and swim, that I was turning 18 today. She insisted I come over promptly at 8am this morning.
Everyone at the weekly event, my dad Gary, mom Ann, 15 year old little sister Grace; her husband Bob and son Rory all started laughing as we all knew when Miss Kim insisted on something it was just done.
A bit about Miss Kim, she is a 39-year-old Korean who speaks both Korean and English flawlessly with just a hint of a foreign accent. She kept her own last name and insisted her child and everyone else for that matter, to include her husband, call her Miss Kim.
Miss Kim was what I saw as a typical Asian woman, about 5 foot 4 inches tall with moderate size breasts [B+ C-?] and a fantastic bottom. Of course, her skin was flawless which drove my blonde-haired mother crazy. It was Miss Kim's face that made her my ultimate favorite when I whacked off, which was at least twice a day and usually more on weekends. She had an oval face with wide-set perfectly level coal black eyes, a perfect nose that wasn't too narrow or too broad, and dainty little nostrils. The thing that attracted me most about her face was her expression was always kind and welcoming to all. It was like she had a permanent smile even when she wasn't smiling.
Today. Morning Part One
Needless to say, I knocked on Miss Kim's door at 7:55am as she had taught us all that being on time was absolutely critical.
"Your agreement to be ready or show up is a contract, you are telling that person, a doctor's office, whomever, that you always honor your word and contracts. Just by showing up on time is how you start that relationship. Any contract is of course something you must accomplish, in all things you agree to." Miss Kim would say.
My mom who was habitually late before we became neighbors with Miss Kim about 6 years ago was suddenly always on time about 5 years ago which made mom and dad's relationship suddenly much better.
More importantly my sister and I saw the huge difference and we too subconsciously made being on time and honoring our word much more important to us. Though being kids we fucked it up most days.
"Come in JK. Sit down here at the table next to me"
"Yes ma'am, I mean Miss Kim. How are you today?" Obviously, my parents were very insistent on us kids minding our mid-west values of always being polite.
It was only when I sat to her right---she of course was at her usual place at the head of the table---that I noticed she had on a very stylish shirt with a full zipper and a very short black skirt. More importantly she didn't seem to be wearing a bra.
I was so glad I was sitting down because I got an immediate hardon. I also noticed there was a different scent in the air that seemed really pleasing. Now being a typical teenage boy almost anything can cause a hard on. But this was unreal because it was so sudden, and I felt harder than I'd ever felt before.
I quickly looked away willing my cock to go down---which, like always, didn't work. When I looked back at her the zipper of her shirt was down 3 inches and I had a perfect view of the inside of her right breast. I couldn't help it and moaned.
She grabbed the hair on the back of my head and with a new demanding voice yanked it down to her neck. "From now on you're going to be my new SEX slave. Smell and kiss my neck, SLAVE. I expect your vow, RIGHT NOW, of obedience to me--FOREVER!"
I was in heaven and I knew without a doubt I would do anything she told me for the rest of my life. "YES, YES please Miss Kim I vow to be your slave forever!"
She immediately pulled my head back and administered a harder slap to my face than I'd ever felt before. "MISTRESS KIM! unless we're in public or around your sister!"
Of course, the only thing I registered was calling her Mistress Kim. "YES, MISTRESS KIM! I live to serve you Mistress Kim."
"That's a good boy." She said as she moved her chair back and turned it toward me. Kneel before me like a proper slave." I quickly got on my knees, and she taught me to sit on my heels with my hands behind my back. Mistress Kim told me a good slave NEVER removes his hands from behind his back without permission. Today only, I was told to keep my head up and use my eyes. Starting tomorrow I would always keep my head down and my ears open.
Mistress Kim then opened her legs very wide causing her very short black skirt to ride up so I could see and smell her. She has a perfectly trimmed pussy with tiny lips and her smell of arousal went directly into my brain and my cock got even harder.
"Have you ever licked a woman JK?"
"No Mistress." SLAP "I mean Mistress KIM!"
"Good boy, Time to learn, keep you hands behind your back and crawl over here on your knees and start licking me in order to worship me."
I'm sure I was moaning and groaning with sexual excitement as I knee crawled over and then launched my face into that perfect pussy. She grabbed my head of hair and tried directing my movements, but I was too far gone sucking, licking, and smelling, to be cognizant of anything. Two harsh SLAPS to my head brought me back to reality.
"YOU will learn TODAY to lick me to an orgasm, or I will kick you balls a lot harder than this" KICK
I knew she didn't kick me hard, but she was so accurate that I felt like I was going to throw up. I moaned in pain, lots of pain. I have no idea how I knew I better not come off my knees, but I thank God I didn't.
Today. Morning Part TWO
"Move! Move back one foot and to the right one foot. DON'T you dare touch yourself! Rory! Get out here!"
"Yes, Mistress Mommy! Right away Mistress Kim!" I was in total shock when I immediately heard my best friend pad up behind on his bare feet and drop to his knees two paces behind me. He quickly knee crawled to his mother and dove into that perfect pussy.
I know I would have cum if my dick and balls weren't killing me. Here was my best friend---about six months older than me, passionately licking and sucking his mom's pussy.
"YES! That's my boy! That's my good baby boy who knows how to please his mistress mother." Mistress Kim talked through what her son was doing in order to teach me. How he started on the outside and worked his way in. How he would often unexpectedly spear his hard tongue deep into her pussy. How he would coax her tiny bead, which I learned was her clit, out from under it's hood and then he would spear two of his fingers in and turn them up so he was rubbing a rough patch at the top of her vagina while lightly sucking and biting on her clit.
Mistress Kim then stopped talking and went off like a firecracker. I was suddenly insanely jealous of Rory. He had changed after he turned 18 and was suddenly much more confident about himself. I now knew without a doubt why.
"Get up you two. Keep your hands behind your back and go sit on the couch---any talking will result in harsh punishment." Rory literally shivered at the mention of harsh punishment. We did what we were told while Mistress Kim sent a very short message on her phone.
Today. Morning Part Three
There were two quick knocks at the same door I came in. Then the door immediately opened, and my father [!!] walked in and began taking off his clothes.