A sense of fulfilling

Mother’s legs wrapped around behind Chastity’s back and dragged her forward. The older woman’s thighs clenched in upon her ears and squeezed. Sharp nails were raked across her scalp in a flurry of unkempt applause. The intensity of what was occurring within her parent’s body clear and inescapable. It hurt, a little, to be so tightly crushed against those spasming hips… and yet the overflowing, overwhelming experience of the climax she had brought her own flesh and blood to, was infectious. It drove her to bury her tongue in as far as she could, exhausted though it was, and feel the waves of pleasure coursing through the musculature therein. It was a dirty, uncomfortable, inconsolably unclean-feeling experience… but the pure, unfiltered physical and emotional connection of her actions was everything. The woman who had stood so coldly over the girl’s shoulder for all her life, was now bucking and moaning in celebration of what Chastity had done for her. That alone was enough for the teen to decide that this must truly be a holy act. A joining between parent and offspring in the most biblical of senses.

Above it all, Father watched. Calmly and proudly. Admiring the slight gleam in his newest adoptee’s eyes as she gazed up doting upon her mother’s orgasm. She would do anything to earn the praise of that one who had raised her, that was more than certain now. So, in ensnaring that older prize, he had won one even more tender. They would both be shaped by their time here… into any form he saw fit. The potential of all he had to ‘teach’ stretching out before them in infinite, electric possibility.

He stepped forward and caught the back of the older one’s head. Drawing her in for a congratulatory kiss. Then both gazing down proudly at the young thing still lapping at her labia.

“From now on… this will be your daily duty. To clean your mother... and prepare her for whichever brothers might wish to use her next. Do you accept that responsibility, child?”

The eighteen year old beauty looked up at them shyly. Out of breath and stamina from a tongue not used to such askances. She nodded though, blushingly… unsure of any way or reason to refuse. How much of her life would now be spent here: dining between the thighs of the one who brought her into this world? She could not even begin to imagine. Yet, just like the now absence of all of her clothing… Chastity supposed she would simply get used to it. If this was the way she was expected to behave. The beaming smile upon her mother’s face told her everything she needed to know. This was the right path. This was a good girl’s behaviour. Somewhere above, the Lord was smiling down on them.

Sat on the toilet, some half an hour later… Chastity had a moment to reflect. The sun beat down from high above on her exposed and embarrassing plinth. She tried to cross her arms around her body and earn some small modicum of privacy from the various masked brothers who scurried this way and that across the yard… but there was little point really. Every one leered at her, she could tell, even beneath their identity-stealing face-coverings. The only option was to try and ignore the passing stares.

Mother was already back to ‘entertaining’ several of them at once, over at the massage tables where Father had left them. The echoing sounds of her moans and yelps seemed to come from every direction at once in this minor labyrinth of low-roofed buildings. Chastity churned with the complicating knowledge that it had been her earning such noises from the sex-obsessive matriarch not long ago, and would presumably later be taking some percentage of these new slimy deposits as well. Everything around here seemed to involve making the two of them sticky, or sweaty, or gaspingly out of their minds. It was a wholly different set of priorities to the ones she’d thought were important all her life. Yet… some secret, little slice of her heart was already starting to get used to it. To feel like, maybe, she could live with this. If only to see mother so happy…