Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest themes.
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As I entered the house, I heard my mother crying.
"Mom what's wrong?" I asked.
"Your father is missing and the Santa Crena government has given up looking for him."
Santa Crena is an island state off the coast of South America. It is run by a brutal military junta. My father is a soldier of fortune, more commonly known as a mercenary. He has over 20 years' experience and amassed a small fortune doing it. He is currently employed by the Santa Crena government to help fight the rebels that plagued the little country.
"I will go down there and look for him," I said resolutely.
"So will I," said my mother and sister Jenna simultaneously.
"I don't think that's a very good idea. Women have no rights there and can be treated brutally."
"I don't care. I'm not going to sit around here while you go traipsing through the jungle looking for him," my mother said.
"Me either," said Jenna.
"Well alright but don't say I didn't warn you," I replied.
We scrambled and were able to get a flight to Santa Crena the next day. I contacted the Santa Crenan commander my father worked for and told him we were coming. He tried to talk me out of it and told me not to bring my mother and sister. I told him it wasn't my choice and hung up.
The next day, I drove to the house to pick up my mother and 20 year old sister. I was shocked when I saw what they were wearing. Jenna had on a tight, low cut top which displayed plenty of her ample cleavage, a short, tight skirt with stockings and heels. My mother was wearing a tight, low cut white dress also with stockings and heels.
"Why are you dressed like that?" I asked.
"We just want to make a good first impression," my mother replied.
"This is not Paris we are going to mother. It's a third world country and the people there can be brutal," I repeated for the hundredth time.
"We'll be fine," Melanie (my mother) said.
I have to admit, I have lusted over my mother for years. She is beautiful and voluptuous. She stands five foot nine with long legs. She is a natural blonde with a beautiful face and stunning gray eyes and full, pouty lips. Her body was amazing even after two kids. She has large, heavy breasts, a slim waist, full hips, a full ass and long, shapely legs.
Jenna is a walking wet dream. She is shorter but even more voluptuous than my mother. She is five foot five with natural blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes. She has huge breasts which are surprisingly firm for their size, a narrow waist and bubble butt that makes men drool.
So we left. The trip down was long but uneventful other than the lustful stares my mother and sister received. The flight from Rio de Janeiro to Santa Crena was practically empty. So when we arrived, the airport was deserted. We went through immigration then we were met by a soldier carrying a submachine gun.
He said in broken English, "We need to search your bags. Ladies, please come with me. Someone will come get you in a minute sir."
After they walked away, another soldier approached me. He was an officer and spoke impeccable English.
"Jack Logan, I am Major Jorge Castillo. Shortly I am going to search the luggage of your mother and sister. There is a room with an observation window into the search room. You can wait in there and observe the procedure. Follow me."
Major Castillo was a large man with very black skin. He had muscles bulging out of his uniform. The other thing I noticed about him was he had huge hands.
He led me to a small room and I saw one whole wall was a window to the room next to it. I also saw another soldier sitting in the corner of the room.
"That is a two way mirror. You can see them but in that room it looks like an ordinary mirror. Do not interfere or try to leave unless I tell you to," said the major, then he left.
I saw my mother and sister standing in the room accompanied by the soldier who led them there. Not only could I see them but I could hear them as well. A few seconds later, the major entered the room and dismissed the soldier.
Here is what I witnessed.
"Welcome to Santa Crena Melanie, Jenna. I am Major Jorge Castillo. I am going to search your bags. Jenna, please be seated and do exactly what I tell you. Melanie, I will begin with you. Which is yours?"
"This one," she replied pointing to the large black suitcase. The major picked up the heavy suitcase as if it weighed nothing, placed it on the table and opened it. He searched it meticulously. When he had removed all the clothes, he felt along the sides and his hand suddenly appeared holding two cylindrical items.
"What are these?" he asked in a severe tone.
My mother was red faced as she stared at her dildo and vibrator.
"These items are illegal in this country. Anyone found in possession of them are imprisoned for at least one year," the major stated harshly.
"Oh my god, I didn't know," my mother replied.
"Ignorance of the law is no excuse."
"Oh please, don't put me in jail. I didn't mean any harm."
"Sluts like you think you can come here and corrupt our people. It will not be tolerated," said the major.
A whimper emerged for my sister. The major turned to look at her. She was as white as a ghost and shaking.
"Do you have one of these disgusting things in your suitcase as well Jenna?" he asked.
She whimpered again and nodded.
"So, we have mother and daughter sluts here," he sneered.
He looked at Jenna again and said, "I will get to you in a few minutes. In the meantime, since you behave like a slut, you might as well act like one. Spread your legs!"
"Wh..what?" asked Jenna nervously.
"I believe I speak perfect English. I said spread your legs...in fact, place your feet on the outside of the chair legs."
"Oh no, please don't make my baby do that!" my mother cried.
"You be quiet. You are in enough trouble as it is."
Slowly, my sister complied. As she spread her legs, her skirt rose up so that by the time her feet were in position, the tops of her stocking were visible and even some of the tan skin above them.
"Do not move from that position until I tell you to," the major commanded.
"Now Melanie, what am I going to do with you? You would not fare well in our prisons."
"Please, isn't there some other way. My Jenna can't go to prison," my mother cried.
"Sluts must be punished. It is the law of the land and I can't break it even if I wanted to, which I don't. However, punishment doesn't necessarily have to mean prison. I could punish you and your daughter personally. The case would never have to go to trial."
"What...punish us how?" my mother asked shakily.
"However I want. You will be spanked and paddled and whipped."
"Oh no, never. You can't do that."
"Melanie, you are in Santa Crena and I am a major in the army. I can do whatever I want. So here is the offer. Jenna will come to me twice a week for a punishment session and you will come four times a week. You need to decide now. Once I arrest you and you go into the system, it will be out of my hands and there will be nothing I can do to help you."
"Please, please don't do this," cried my mother again.
"Melanie, you have this one chance to help yourself. Decide now."
"Oh no, god help me. I will take your offer. I can't go to jail."
