It’s been about a month now since we moved into our new house, actually Stacy’s new house. She decided that it would be better if we moved to Austin to be closer to the college since Isaac will be starting there in the fall, as well as her returning to her classes.
With most of the decorating done, the house was beginning to take shape. We also had time to adjust to our new way of life and everything was going along rather well. I still never knew what to expect from either Isaac or Stacy. Since I had become their Momma Whore, they frequently used me both together and separate. Stacy made all the rules fairly clear.
Isaac is allowed to control and use me as he wished, as long as he causes no permanent physical harm and did not contradict any of Stacy’s orders. This isn’t a problem for him. As an 18 year old young man, he is more interested in using me to take as much of his cum as he can shoot my way. When he is with Stacy, he plays the dominant part as best as he can, but he still needs a lot of work.
Stacy on the other hand was obviously molded in her Father’s image of control, discipline, and demanded pleasure. Every part of my life is dictated by my daughter, much to my delight. I never worried about anything, except maybe making her mad. She is also as ruthless with punishment as her Father was.
The house that Stacy had me buy for her was chosen for several qualities. First, it had a swimming pool. Second, it was on an isolated piece of property with no neighbors close by. And third, it had a basement, where my room was. There are four bedrooms on the second floor, two of them suites that my son and daughter occupied. Isaac, a Master of not only me but also all electronic goodies, has wired the house with an intercom system as well as close circuit TV. The TV system was controlled by the new computer in his bedroom and from what I had learned about it, he can do anything with it.
For example, the cameras in my room are always on and available to Stacy and Isaac for viewing my activities. Virtually every room in the house was monitored with the exception of their two bedrooms. The intercom worked much the same way. My room is always bugged so they could not only see but also hear me. At the flip of a switch from any room in the house, either of them can command my presence. It is quite common for me to be ‘called’ into either room any time of the day or night. I love the house and the part I play in it.
It was a lazy summer afternoon, with college classes for Isaac and Stacy starting back up in a few weeks. We were all out by the pool enjoying the warm afternoon sun. Stacy was sitting in a chair typing on her laptop computer that Isaac had hooked up with a wireless Internet connection. I was at her feet, rather under her feet, as I was on my hands and knees facing away from her and she had her feet propped up on my ass and back like a footstool.
Isaac was swimming laps, his body showing the signs of working out in the home gym Stacy had installed. He climbed out of the pool, and since he was as naked as Stacy and me, I had a good view of his cock and hairless balls swaying as he strolled over to the table. That was another change Stacy had made. She told her brother that she wanted his balls bare and the rest of his pubic hair neatly trimmed, a task I carefully perform for him every other day.
He gets to the table and picks up a beer, chugging most of it down all at once. Stacy is still typing on her laptop and occasionally would move a foot down and push a toe in and out of my pussy. She calls her brother over to her as she seems to absently play with my pussy.
“What do you think of this?” she asks him.
“Wow, that’s cool. You gonna do something like that?” he asks as I wonder what she is showing him.
“I might. I have some new friends that say they can help me design and build it. In fact I am chatting with them now,” she tells him. “That reminds me, how do I send a stream again?”
I hear Isaac shuffle over to his sister and tell her how to send a camera feed from our house to someone over the Internet.
“Great. You know Isaac, it’s pretty warm out her. I think you better give the whore a drink so she doesn’t dehydrate on us.”
Isaac walks over in front of me; I can see his feet from my head down position.
“Here, whore. Stick out your tongue,” my Master instructs.
I hold my tongue out and Isaac turns his bottle of beer over. All that is in the bottle is a layer of foam at the bottom and he pours it out onto my tongue. I lap at it before he uses the long neck of the bottle on my mouth like a cock. I close my mouth around it and he slides it in and out, fucking my mouth with the glass container. Stacy is still running her feet over my ass, occasionally dipping a toe into my wet pussy. Isaac pulls the bottle from my mouth and I again hold my tongue out as he pours the remaining foam on my tongue.
“You better give her something else. Looks like she needs more,” Stacy tells her younger brother.
