"All of you are so, so ignorant."
The man who decided to call himself Homer had to adjust the audio on his feed as he listened to Hayden Tellus speak. The video from the bug he'd planted decades ago was doing fine, though, and he could see the pale, dark-haired man clearly, sitting in his overstuffed chair. In fact, he could see very, very well, which allowed him to take in the sight of the lovely, curly-haired woman with her face in the stoic man's lap, her lips and tongue running unabashedly up and down her husband's dark, curved penis.
Damn, it's good to be a genius.
Homer smiled as he leaned back in his chair and laced his fingers behind the thinning hair of his head.
This shit never gets old.
Long, long ago he'd discovered his aptitude for all things electronic, his instinctive understanding of computer systems and code weaknesses. For a man like him and his hacking skills, the sky was the limit; law enforcement, corporate espionage, or good old fashioned blackmail... but he knew immediately what he wanted.
He wanted to know. He wanted in on the biggest, best story of all time... and boy did he ever get it.
The Tellus family that controlled Zero Lymp U.S., the biggest, most profitable corporation in history, was a notorious magnet for all sorts of lurid rumors for as far back as Homer could remember. Started by Gail Tellus and her husband Ethan, the pair had begun a dynasty that controlled their business empire through a pantheon of different CEOs and executives over the decades. On paper, to the public, Ethan Tellus passed the reins to his son, Uriah, who was in turn assisted by Gail. Years later, control went to their
adopted
son, Craig, then finally, currently, to a man named Zedekiah who seemingly came out of nowhere with a hostile takeover.
Homer knew better. Starting from when he was just fifteen years old, the boy genius was able to compromise Zero's systems and plant surveillance devices all over the company. From there, he was even able to branch out and bug individual members of the Tellus family as well; it was easy when dealing with the arrogant and overconfident. None had a clue. Well, until the surprisingly-prescient Paul came around, but that had worked out well enough, and now he was owed a favor by someone very powerful.
Just for fun, and for the millionth time, the voyeur pulled up some footage of Gail and her son Uriah; their first hungry fuck on the conference table after they'd forced her husband, Ethan, out of the company. That was a gem, but not the only one. Another few seconds, and he saw Gail on the cam in her cottage, the place of her exile, being fucked by Craig, her true son, despite what the outside world was told, as the pair had now ousted Uriah.
From there, he ran the gamut. Craig's trysts with his pristinely put-together twin sister, Rhianna, and their offspring, also exiled by the paranoid CEO. Rhianna's revenge when she found her lost children and brought them back to enact some justice, headed their hidden, youngest son, Zedekiah. Then came Zed's claiming of his own luscious sister, Helen, followed by his utter inability to keep his dick confined to his jealous wife/sister. It was fantastic stuff.
Homer ran a special collection then, titled:
Under It All
. This one revolved around one man, Tarrence Tellus, Gail's brother. The stocky, dark brute was the most compelling of the lot. A board member for life, he was a mover and shaker of quiet power, and all these wicked people came to him eventually. His presence underwrote the entire dynasty, whether they wanted to admit it or not. This time, the footage went in reverse order, starting with merely a week previous as Gail, Rhianna, and Helen slathered the man, uncle and brother, with their still-supple bodies as he just laid back and enjoyed. He watched his pets play with his rotund, but surprisingly muscular frame, while they worshipped his ever-turgid cock, still hard and strong, even at his advanced years. The women just couldn't help themselves; he had that much control over them. Watching Gail ride her brother's dick, while her daughter and granddaughter each nursed at her impossibly-firm, septuagenarian tits, reminded Homer just why he'd gotten into this life to begin with.
Of course, Tarrence had claimed each years before, as the footage attested to. Helen had been forced on him by her own son, who'd used the experience to humiliate her. Rhianna and Gail, though, had come to him of their own volition, trading their bodies, their lives, to him to get their respective revenges on their husbands. That part of the price they paid was that they tied themselves to him in perpetuity seemed to only add a thrill to the minds of the three women. Hell, Gail and Helen had even borne him children... which, when Homer thought about it, was ultimately why he was even watching the feed from Hayden's office to begin with.
"You are children in the bodies of adults. Infants who think... mmm..." Hayden's voice brought Homer back to the present just in time for him to see him shove his hand into the curls on the head of his wife as he grunted and came into her mouth. He looked down at her and smiled warmly. "Fantastic, as always my love."
His wife, Penelope, smiled, returning the only warmth her husband was capable of showing. "I missed you, Hadie." The pet name for him brought a brief flash of longsuffering annoyance across his face, but it disappeared when she began slipping out of her sundress so she could put on a set of studded, leather undergarments, complete with a lacy black blindfold and collar, and topping it all off by applying a glossy, dark lipstick. "I love mom, and my time with her..." She spoke around a pomegranate seed she'd popped into her mouth. "...but she can't do the things to me that you can." She laughed then, the sound a unique combination of airy chimes and low, throaty promise. "Though that doesn't stop her from trying." She leaned in to whisper in Hayden's ear when she finished her costume change and crawled into his lap. "I gotta say though... she does have you beat when it comes to tongue-work..."
"Beat, huh?" Hayden suddenly slapped her exposed ass hard, forcing a loud squeak from his victim. Her voice broke as she pulled her panties to the side and slid down her husband's cock, even as he kept up his punishment for her words. "Beat? You know I am the master of discipline. I keep everyone in their place, including you."
"Ung! Yes!" Penelope squealed as she rolled her hips on his, her ass tensing visibly just before his hand would come down again. "Yes master! This one is sorry she spoke out of turn! Aaaahhh... please, please show her what... oh, oh fuck... what she must do to cleanse herself of... Goooddddd... of her mother's dirty... Oh Shit!" She quivered as she came all over her husband's cock, not able to withstand what he was doing to her.
