Disclaimer: This story is fictitious and so are the characters. All characters are 18-years-old or older. In real life, all non-consensual sex is immoral and illegal, and not condoned by the author. Not for publication.
This story contains non-consensual incestuous sex. You've been warned.
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DINNER AND A MOVIE
When evening arrived, Allison arrived with it to join the family for dinner after a productive day of studying. She was determined not to allow her new subservience to her brother ruin her grades.
The 19-year-old coed divorced her mind from her life of sexual servitude at home and dove into her school work with renewed fervor. It was only the normalcy of school, and the sense of accomplishment she received from her studies, that kept her afloat emotionally.
Allison's academic success maintained her self-esteem, countering her submissive acceptance of the debasing sex acts required by David, even if she secretly admitted he gave her incredible orgasms with his wonderful cock.
Only Brit wasn't present at what was a remarkably normal dinner, attending the aftergame party at Jenny's and then staying the night.
Allison was ignorant to the events of the afternoon, or that her mother had surrendered her dignity with the awful, yet disturbingly erotic act of giving head to her tyrannical 18-year-old son. Conversation focused on school, tennis, and wrestling, with no mention of the 800 lb. gorilla of deviant sex at the dinner table.
After dinner, George was contemplative, presumably deep in thought about everything occurring in his household to himself as well as his wife and daughter.
He was pleasant to the two ladies, offering to help with the dishes, but was afraid to look at David, intentionally side-stepping his son as his lone meek act of defiance.
Allison and Kate understood. Their father and husband was every bit as much subject to David's brutal control as they, and frightened of incurring his son's mercurial wrath.
David, on the other hand, didn't care. He knew his message to his father was clear.
George wouldn't dare mess with his plans for the evening with the two submissive women - his pretty, petite mother and his brainy, busty sister.
Brit would return tomorrow, and he was already formulating ways to bring her to heel. That would be more difficult than the ease with which he broke his weak mother and timid Allison.
As his twin, Brit was more like him. David feared she wouldn't take kindly to the intimidation tactics he used to gain their obedience. But that was for tomorrow.
David had plenty of plans for tonight, starting with enlightening Allison to the harsh degree of their mother's downfall. He corralled both women in the kitchen as they put away the leftover food, while George dried the dinner plates wearing the rose-pink apron David insisted upon, just for a laugh.
"Well, here we are, just the three of us," David smirked, thinking it enjoyable not to recognize his father's presence. It was all part of his gambit to diminish George further.
"It's been quite a day," he suggested. "Wouldn't you agree, mom?"
"About that David," his mother tried to project her parental authority. "You can't expect your behavior to be acceptable?"
Kate's remorse had built again since the afternoon blowjob. For her own sanity, she believed she had to at least try to resist, even if she understood it was a futile gesture.
"What was wrong with my behavior?" David challenged.
"DAVID! SERIOUSLY?" The unapologetic wrestler's mother protested. "YOU...YOU TOOK ME THIS MORNING!"
"Took you? Took you where?" David grinned at his mother's euphemism.
Kate was clearly unable to say what had really happened on the weight bench, so he forced the issue.
"You mean...I fucked you?" He chuckled. "Isn't that right?"
"Okay...yes, David, you fucked me...and...and you made Allison lick me...lick my pussy," Kate spoke, but her exasperated voice faltered.
The modest mother struggled to use the nasty words to express her displeasure with her son, to describe the indecent things he had done to them, and her frustration with her and her oldest daughter's new station at home.
"You shouldn't do that again...ever. To either of us. It's incest, David, and it's wrong!" Kate complained.
Doing her best to be strong, she foolishly hoped to reason with David, yet feared her resolve wasn't secure against the strength of the forbidden truth - her submission was arousing.
Worse still, her son's powerful cock had felt good...too good.
"Allison's a grown-up, believe me. If she wants to refuse me, let her try!" David barked, shooting a glaring look at his sister, who received his message clearly as she scooped the pasta into a plastic bowl.
"Besides mom, I didn't hear you complaining," he retorted viciously. "Moaning maybe, at least once you got into it, but not complaining."
"You can't tell me it didn't feel good...that you didn't cum?" David followed scurrilously.
Secretly, he was pleased his mother had said 'shouldn't', and not 'can't', do it again. It was sure sign of her uncertainty after the tremendous climax she experienced from his unrelenting cock.
"David, that's not fair...any woman would...I mean, you made me!" Kate's feeble attempt to extract herself from the ugly truth of her collapse under her son's yoke was backfiring.
"Damn right, I made you!" David crowed. "I made you cum, mom...probably the best orgasm you've had in years."
David intended to forcefully shut down his mother's petty rebellion, and clearly establish his expectation to have her again, whenever he wanted...and Allison too.
"I'll make you cum again too, both of you...," he informed them with deadpan seriousness, "when and as I please."
George stood silently by drying dishes, pretending he didn't hear a thing, and ignoring the subtle stirring in his pants too.
Kate leaned into the sink and lowered her eyes. She knew her awful son was right.
The flame of resistance to the horribly perverse sex with her children was extinguished by his strength and the erotic desires still burning brightly in her mind...and body.
"Why don't you tell Allison what you did this afternoon?" David assumed a happier, more positive tone.
George's ears now perked up, avoidably hearing the lurid description of his wife sucking their son's hard cock.
Kate, however, returned a hesitant, unpleased look at David, shaking her head 'no' ever so slightly in hope of some reprieve from telling Allison the awful truth about how far she had fallen in servitude to her son.
"Well, I played tennis, Allison, as always," Kate answered, knowing this wouldn't satisfy David, but she had to try.
"With Mrs. Rutherford, right?" David asked with feigned innocence, then teased his mother. "She sure is a 'special' friend."
Kate didn't appreciate the way David emphasized the word 'special,' but decided it was best to let it go. They all knew to what he was referencing.
"Then what did you do when you got home?" David pressed inquisitively.
His apprehensive mother paused.
"Please, David, don't make me...don't make me tell your sister?" Kate dropped all pretense, pleading with her son not to make her recount the perverse blowjob she had given him in their family room.
"Oh, I think you should, mom," David replied, an edge of warning in his tone, "...in vivid detail."
Kate knew she was getting nowhere. She also knew Allison wasn't naïve, at least not anymore under the tutelage of her brother.
Even knowing Allison had most certainly sucked David's cock too, she was too embarrassed to describe the shameful deed she performed at his behest...in front of her husband no less. Still, she knew better than to refuse, certain David's punishment was worse than the humiliation.
To Kate's utter distress, she was quickly learning that fulfilling her son's demented demands generated a certain erotic energy in her body, as if the shame was a turn on.
'What's wrong with me?' she thought, before turning to impart the afternoon's debauchery to her daughter, hoping to keep the ribald tale as matter-of-fact as possible while still meeting her son's demand for detail.
"Well, Allison, when I got home from playing with Mrs. Rutherford," Kate started, not realizing her double entendre, "David asked why I wore a skirt over my 'tennis panties.'
He asked to see them, so I took off my skirt in front of him and your father."
"Dad was there?" Allison asked incredulously.
"Yes, sweetheart, he was sitting in the easy chair in the family room while David sat on the sofa.
David was only wearing loose pants, and I could see his...um...his penis up his pant leg. It started to get hard." Kate's voice halted, but she continued with the story.
"He said it was from watching me strip off my skirt in front of him...," Kate related uncomfortably, "and from standing there in my 'tennis panties.'"
"Go on," David was pleased with the retelling, urging his mother onward.
"Well, he said it was my fault he was hard. He told me I looked hot in my 'tennis panties,'" she regrettably told her stunned daughter, "...uh...because they showed off my 'spectacular' ass, as he called it."
"He said I was responsible," Kate said uncomfortably, "...and should, you know, take care of it for him...you know...his erection."
Kate paused a moment, trying to find the words for what came next, searching in her daughter's eyes for the understanding and sympathy she knew was there from her similar experiences with David.
"So, I got down on my knees in front of your brother and I...I took out his cock. I mean...," Kate struggled to put the act into words, with her suffering only adding to David's perverse pleasure. "I took his pants off."
"With dad there?" Allison was shocked.
