Brand Ms. Smith

If this house is going to be his base of operations, taking control of all its inhabitants really should be the first step. With that in mind, Jerry calls out Gillian.

"I'm going to make your mother my ****. Will you help me?"

"Yes Master, of course," Gillian answers with a smile. Jerry smirks at the girl's willingness to betray her mother without a moment's hesitation. She's his loyal servant from the bottom of her heart.

Turned on by this sight, Jerry pulls the girl in for a kiss before they head downstairs. Gillian eagerly reciprocates.

Karen Smith is a woman in her early 40s with blonde hair a few shades lighter than her daughter's, blue eyes complimenting her healthy suntanned skin, and the shapely, athletic figure of a woman who takes very good care of herself. The few wrinkles and expression marks that do show in her face don't overshadow her attractiveness, if anything, they add to her mature charm.

Jerry meets her in the living room carrying a bag of groceries, wearing a simple tank top and jeans shorts that left a good portion of her toned thighs exposed.

"Hey Ms. Smith." greets Jerry.

"Oh hi, Jerry. Didn't know you were coming over today." Karen smiles "What are you two up to?"

"Homework. For Ms. Morgan's class." grimaces Jerry, getting a laugh out of the older lady.

"Mom, let me help with that," says Gillian taking one of the bags. "Jerry, I'll be up in a moment."

"Alright, I'll go to the bathroom real quick," Jerry says stepping out of the living room, but not actually going to the bathroom. Instead, he stops just the other side of the wall and listens.

"You're not letting him do all the heavy lifting, alright? As soon as he returns from the bathroom it's back to work with you." chastises Karen, though in a playful tone. "He's always helping you out. Maybe you really should give him a chance y'know..."

"Mom, I told you it's not like that!" Gillian feigns an annoyed voice. A few hours before, it would have been genuine annoyance at her mom constantly nagging her about a friend she really didn't have romantic feelings for. Now, the annoyed tone is just a ruse to maintain an appearance of normalcy.

Though it is true it's not like that. Jerry could never be her boyfriend. He is her Master, and Gillian would do as she was commanded. Distract your mother long enough I can heat up the iron and sneak up on her, Jerry ordered, and Gillian obeys.

Jerry slowly makes his way to the kitchen, where Gillian is helping Karen with the groceries. When the **** notices his approach, she starts asking her mother about the differences between two kinds of flour and how to use them in cooking. Karen doesn't notice Jerry's approach until he stokes her right thigh with the burning hot branding iron. She lets out a scream, turns around confused and loses her balance, falling backwards. Gillian catches her as Karen drifts into unconsciousness. Jerry then sits her on a chair.

A few minutes later, she starts to stir up. Slowly opening her eyes, Karen looks at Jerry with a confused look on her face.

"What... What did you do...?"

"I made you my sex ****," Jerry says firmly. "Like your daughter."

Karen's mind absorbs his words like a sponge. Her confused expression clears up, she takes a few steps towards Jerry and drops to her knees.

"Thank you, my Master," says Karen, her expression mixing adoration and lust. "Your **** is ready to serve."

Jerry unzips his pants and Karen promptly starts rubbing her cheek against his dick. Gillian looks on fidgeting, with a wanting look on her face. Jerry signals for her to join in and soon mother and daughter are both kneeling, servicing his cock together.

They start by licking the shaft up and down, then Gillian takes it into her mouth while Karen moves down to his testicles, licking and sucking at them with great technique and experience. The combination of the older woman's skillful tongue movements and the young girl bobbing her head up and down eagerly drives Jerry over the edge and he blows his load on Gillian's face. She lets out a pleasurable moan and smiles, enjoying the warmth of the sperm on her face.

"Thank you, Master. I'm glad we made you feel good"

"Master's cum..." Karen pants looking at her daughter, her cheeks flushed pink with desire. Then, without warning, she licks Gillian's cheek, scooping out some cum in the process, which she tastes with her eyes closed. "So delicious... Hmmm."

This sight is too much, and even though he just ejaculated, Jerry feels his member becoming erect again.

"Bed. Now!" is all he manages to say.

The three head to Karen's bedroom and fully indulge in their desire. Jerry takes Karen from behind, her ass cheeks greedily slapping against his hips with each thrusting movement. Her tits bounce, and Jerry notices how they're slightly bigger than Gillian's but also sag a bit more. He stretches his hand and cops a feel, comparing the texture to Gillian's breasts, currently pressed against his back by the girl, who runs her hands over his torso and kisses his neck.

After tasting Karen, Jerry turns to Gillian, grabbing her by the nape and shoving her on bed, before doing her roughly, unleashing years of pent-up desire for his childhood friend. Gillian coos and begs for more, while Karen looks on, proud of seeing her daughter do a good job in serving their Master.

The fun continues through the afternoon. Amidst the whirlpool of female flesh, Jerry mentally notes that the Irons of Eros have also greatly increased his libido and stamina. The girls also seem able to keep up, always eagerly offering themselves to him.

Jerry lays face up on Karen's double bed, exhausted, with his two slaves cuddled up at his sides, sleeping. His semen is still hot between their legs and the aroma of sex lingers in the room. With this power, I can have anyone. I can live like a king, he muses.

He looks at the clock on the nightstand. 6:43 PM. Mr. Smith wouldn't be long. As much as he didn't want to part with his slaves, Jerry figured it was time to wake them up, clean the room and go back home. But then the thought of the Cross iron passes through his mind. Mr. Smith was barely at home during the day, so he wouldn't pose an obstacle to his plans of using the house to indoctrinate new slaves. And unlike his jock best friend, he doesn't have an impressive physique, so Jerry doesn't know what exactly he would drain from the man with the Cross brand. On the other hand, the thought of Mr. Smith having sex or even kissing Ms. Smith upsets him. She is his property now, slaves need no husbands. So he could use the Cross brand to just pacify him. Jerry hesitates as he can simply order Karen to turn her husband the cold shoulder and then dump him, it would probably be less suspicious and have less unforeseen consequences.

The clock ticks. It's time to decide.