Author Notes:
Please read Chapters 1 through 4 to get familiar with the story line and characters, this is not a standalone series. Please understand that all characters are 18 years or older. To my critics; I will say this that I do try and go through my stories with a spell checker and I am not a English Major -- never claim to be and probably will never will be -- so please be aware that my grammar is through a software package -- I am following its rules. Thank you for your constructive criticism, I do endeavor to improve the quality of my writing each time. If you like my story, please vote. Also, leave some constructive criticism; not just blasting my writing -- I am not an English major just an old guy who likes to entertain the masses with my fantasy stories.
Thank you for taking the time to read my story.
Barber O Saville.
Not Your Typical Family
Chapter 5
Surprise
Using the clef notes version -- Our parents -- Dad died in the Philippines at the Ranch during a Typhoon, Mom listed as Missing Presumed Dead. My friend couldn't find her, so I inherited ninety-nine percent of Mom and Dad's estate, between the legal shit, and the funeral, and all the other crap I had not known our worth -- ok, we were independently wealthy, thanks to Dad's investments and the firm. I became the Managing Partner at the Firm, and living the life of a well-known contractual lawyer....and Master to my three girls. Life is good...but suddenly it all changes.
The story continues......
As I was walking towards the study, I heard the door monitor announces a guest. I look at the screen stunned in disbelief; I know my mouth was wide open. It cannot be can it. The woman's face look familiar she was wearing a colored wife beater t-shirt, no bar and her nipples were pushing out making a mini tent, about half of her breasts; leather short skirt, undoubtedly going commando; calf high laced sandals, and her hair was blonde on blonde -- if you know what I mean. I pushed the intercom button:
"Yes, may I help you?" Releasing the button to hear this woman's voice
"Is the Master of the House in?" I froze.
"Who is it Master?" Jaxs asked. I was unable to answer because the voice and the woman matched our mother. I pressed the talk button.
"Who is asking?" I said.
"If the Master of the House will let me in I will explain." I shook my head.
"Jasmine!" I called. "Come to the door please."
"Yes, Master."
"Look at the monitor and tell me who do you think this woman is." Jazzy looked gasped wide eyed she looked at me.
"Master, she looks like Mom sort of. Are you going to let her in?" I pressed the talk button again.
"State your business with the Master." I said.
"I have some information with regards to his mother's whereabouts." I looked from Jazzy to Jaxs then to Krissy who had shown up.
"Krissy, who do you think that woman is?"
"Master, she looks a lot like your Mother but with blonde hair."
"Just a minute please." I said while pressing the talk button. I stepped away pacing back and forth through the foyer. I looked at the girls shrugged my shoulders and told Jaxs to open the door. She stepped into the foyer and greeted by three naked slaves and a dressed male. I looked into her eyes and knew instantly that this woman was our mother.
"MOM? What the Fuck? Is that really you? You look different?" I said dumbfounded. Jazzy leaped into her body wrapping her arms around the woman's waist and started to cry. Krissy and Jaxs stood there mouth open and staring.
"Jasmine, my sweet baby, it is so nice to see you again and you too Jason, my baby boy." I moved and wrapped my arms around her hugging her tight. It was mom, no doubt about it. We stayed that way for a good thirty minutes crying and hugging. Finally, the crying stopped and Mom looked up.
"Well, I see nothing has really changed here except these two lovely ladies. Who are you two?"
"Krissy and Jaxs." I said. "Krissy is my slave wife and Jaxs is my slave. Go get dressed now ladies Please."
"No, Jason. Wait. Married when? I hope it was a lovely wedding. God, I wanted to be there. Master Son may we go to the living room and I will do my best to answer your questions." Oh, that was an understatement, doing my best to keep from absolutely going crazy. I know Jazzy was on the verge of losing it.
"Ok, Mom what gives it's been over three years since you and dad disappeared. We found Dad's body but never found yours for obvious reasons. So, from that point please tell us what happened."
"Oh my god, I have been thinking of this day for nine hundred twelve days, thirteen hours and twenty-five minutes. We arrived on Christmas day traveled to the Ranch. You did know why we were going there right?"
"Yes Mother I knew about your pony training in the Philippines." I said anxiously. She blushed that cute red.
"I was housed at the stables when the Typhoon and wave hit the island we were on. Winds and the waves carried me into a banyan tree about six feet up hanging by my wrists attached to part of the stable hitch naked as the day I was born. I do not remember how long I was there but an old man and his wife found me took me down and helped me back to health. A group of American Rescue Workers showed up asking about victims from the Ranch -- I had amnesia and did not remember anything. The farmer and his wife told them about me. Since, I could not tell them who I was and how I got there, they listed me as Janet Dawn. We traveled back to the aide station setup near the Ranch; I still had the amnesia, so trying to find out any information was bad at best. I was treated, bandaged, and I started to help were I could, one of the other women there British, asked me how long I had been here. Told her my story that I knew, she helped me get back to the states under the Janet Dawn name. Once in the states, the American Red Cross feed us for about two weeks then told us we were on our own. Becky - the British woman -- and I needed money, the Red Cross gave us some money but with no one I could remember, Becky and I found jobs at a strip club, then as an escort and finally we became specialized escorts. Then during one of my sessions, my client was whipping me, I started to remember who and where I came from I told Becky and well here I am."
