This is a continuation of "Momma Domme, Daddy Slave" i strongly reccoment you read it first to get background.
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Ashley awoke early that morning. Beams of sunlight were streaming in through a gap in the curtains and the distinct smell of bacon could be detected wafting up from downstairs. Feeling deeply refreshed by the night's sleep she had just awoken from she jumped energetically out of bed and waltzed her naked body slowly across her room, enjoying the feeling of soft carpet underfoot and warm air caressing her supple young body.
She stepped into the bathroom and turned the shower on. After waking she would always hop immediately in the shower and today was not going to be an exception. She waited for the water to warm up and stepped under the jets as soon as they began to steam. She tilted her head back for a moment, allowing her body to warm up under the powerful spray. She quickly washed her hair and applied a dollop of shower gel to her hands before rubbing every inch of her soft skin to a state of perfect cleanliness.
She stepped out of the shower feeling thoroughly refreshed and ready for the day to come; a day that she knew would be unlike any other she had experienced in her young life. She toweled herself down and returned her naked frame to her bedroom, quickly choosing out a comfortable outfit and throwing it on. Today she decided on an ensemble that was still sexy but also light and comfortable; she chose a white cotton singlet, similar to the one she had worn the night before only today she neglected to put on a bra beneath it. She slipped on a pair of white cotton panties beneath her denim miniskirt and placed her feet into a pair of flip-flops before heading out through her bedroom door and down the stairs towards the kitchen.
Upon arriving in the room her eyes were immediately drawn to her father who was standing by the stove cooking breakfast, his bare ass still marked from the night before. Her mother was sat at the kitchen table, watching him as he continued in his work.
"Morning," said Ashley, turning towards her mother.
"Morning, sweetie," she replied, standing up to kiss her daughter on the cheek. "Breakfast is almost ready," she added, sitting back down again.
Ashley took a seat at the table next to her mother and joined her in watching her father, the two enjoyed watching his muscles twitch and turn as he moved about the kitchen and Emma took great pleasure in the cane marks that remained on his pert ass.
Before long James had prepared breakfast and plated up a feast of eggs, bacon and toast onto two plates. He placed the plates on the table before his two mistresses, revealing to Ashley for the first time that day his flaccid member. For a moment Ashley was unsure why he had only served two plates but her uncertainty was soon alleviated as her father knelt beside his wife, waiting obediently, like a dog, accepting any scraps she threw his way.
Ashley and Emma ate quickly, James had always been a great cook and breakfast had always been one of the meals that he made exceptionally well. Before long the two had cleaned their plates. Emma placed her plate on the floor beside her and James immediately got to work, licking off the crumbs and leftovers that she had saved for him. Ashley, learning quickly, lifted her plate from the table and placed it similarly beside her chair. Soon James had cleaned Emma's plate and crawled on his hands and knees towards his daughter, promptly cleaning every last scrap off her plate too. As soon as he had finished he collected the plates and placed them in the sink so that he could clean them up later. He returned immediately to Emma's side and knelt obediently as before.
"So what've you got planned for our little slut today then Mom?" asked Ashley, really getting into the spirit of their new family dynamic.
"Anything you want babe, I want this to be your day."
"I'll have to think about it, I'm not really sure what I want to do."
"Well why don't we leave your father here to clear up the breakfast mess while we relax in the living room?" Emma suggested.
"Okay," said Ashley, making her way immediately towards the living room.
Emma turned to James, "We'll take some coffee in the living room, and make sure you get all of this mess cleaned up properly."
"Yes mistress," he said, bowing slightly before standing up to complete his tasks.
Emma headed into the living room and took a seat on the leather couch next to her daughter. Ashley was apparently deep in thought, or at least trying to give that impression, Emma suspected that she was probably still a little embarrassed about initiating anything of her own volition so decided to put her at ease.
"How did you find last night?" she asked, hoping to understand how agreeable her daughter was to their new situation.
"I thought it was strange at first," she replied, thoughtfully, "but as soon as I saw what he was prepared to do, when you made him clean my feet, I realized that it was actually kind o' fun."
"And what about the things I made him do to me last night? I assume you've experienced similar things yourself in the past."
"Yeah I have," said Ashley, looking back on her underwhelming sexual encounters, "but when guys have eaten me out in the past it always seemed as though they were only doing it so that I would return the favor."
"Well there's no chance of that with your father," said Emma, remind her daughter of his utter devotion to his mistresses. She paused for a moment, "but it didn't bother you to see him do that to me?"
"Hell no," said Ashley with gusto, "That was hot."
Emma smiled widely, "I got the impression you thought that, did you end up using that vibrator in the end?"
Ashley looked down at her feet, resting on the footstool before her. "She mumbled her response, "Yeah, pretty much as soon as I got into bed."
"Don't be ashamed sweetie," said her mother, placing a supportive hand on her arm. "It would be hypocritical of me to judge you for it, don't forget whose vibrator it was."
"Yeah... I'm not ashamed, it's just masturbation seems so taboo."
"More taboo than what you saw last night?" Said Emma; practically laughing at her daughter's concern.
"Jesus, you're right," said Ashley, "Yes I took your vibrator last night, I used it and I fucking loved it." She said, the tone of her voice injecting finality into that part of the conversation.
James entered the room with two cups of steaming black coffee, the way the ladies both liked it. He placed the cups on the coffee table before bowing gracefully and heading back towards the kitchen to finish his chores.
"There was something that I was wondering," Ashley said, blowing on her coffee. "Do you ever let Dad have his orgasm?"
"Sometimes," said Emma, a smile growing on his face. "Only if he's really pleased me and only if I think it will be more fun than denying him."
Ashley pondered her mother's words for a while before asking another question, "when was the last time you let him cum?"
"Thursday," replied Emma, without hesitation.
"So two days ago?'
"More like one and a half," her mother corrected, "it was Thursday night."
"Okay," said Ashley, taking a cautious sip of her coffee.
The two sat in silence for a while, sipping at their coffees. "Have you had any thoughts about what it is you want to do today?" asked Emma.
"I don't really know," said Ashley, looking up towards her mother with an awkward look on her face.
"I understand if you're a little embarrassed sweetie," Emma reassured her, "If you like, I'll give the orders and you just jump in whenever you feel comfortable, okay?"
"I was hoping you'd say that," said Ashley, clearly relieved.
"You just watch and learn from Momma." She smiled cheekily at her daughter, "finish your coffee and then we can have a little fun."
The two quickly sipped down their cups of coffee, Ashley almost burning her tongue in her excitement but managing to finish in the end. They placed their cups back down on the coffee table and made themselves comfortable in the couch, sitting as close to each other as they could. "Slave," called Emma at the top of her voice.
Her call was immediately responded to and James came running into the living room before kneeling in front of the couch before his wife and daughter.
"We're going to have a little bit of fun with you now," said Emma, a menacing grin forming on her face. "Does that suit you?" she added.
"If that is your desire mistress," he said, obediently.
"It is my desire," returned Emma always in her element when teasing her slave, she turned to her daughter, "Is it your desire sweetie?"
"Oh I think so," said Ashley, her voice a little sarcastic but meaning every word she said.
"Did you hear that, slave?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Lift your head up, I want you to take a look at your daughter," Emma ordered. He complied immediately. "I want you to tell her what part of me you most like to worship."
He paused for a moment, his face flushed red with embarrassment.
"I can't hear you," Emma barked.
"I like to worship your mother's asshole," he said, rushing the words in reaction to his wife's harsh tone.
"Oh?" said Ashley intrigued.
"Well go on; tell her what it is you do."
"I like to press my nose against it and sniff her perfume. I like it when she rubs my face with it and lets me lick it; I like to stick my tongue as deep into her asshole as I can force it." His face was burning red but he did not direct his gaze away from his daughter.
"And what about your asshole?" Emma asked.
"I like it when your mother pushes things into my ass, I enjoy it when she forces a butt plug in or fucks me with a dildo or her strap on." His face was even redder now but he didn't lower his head.
