Entry 8

Came home for another weekend and walked into a completely different house. Like, literally different. The living room furniture has been rearranged. Dad's recliner is gone, replaced by this sleek black leather thing that Danny was sitting in when I came through the door. He had a playstation hooked up to the big screen and a gaming PC and dual monitors set on a desk next to him. Mom was kneeling at his feet, her head bowed low, her tongue dragging in long, slow passes across his soles. She pressed her nose to his skin and inhaled deeply, then took each toe into her mouth one at a time, sucking gently, thoroughly, her eyes half-closed. She worked her way along every inch of his feet, licking him clean with slow, devoted strokes.

Danny didn't get up as I entered, just smiled and said, "There's my girl. Give us a spin, let me see how college is treating that ass." I mean, it's a little weird. But honestly? He's not wrong. I've been hitting the gym. I spun, and wiggled my butt for him. It pays to be polite after all.

"Where's Dad?" I asked. "His car wasn't outside." Mom waved her hand vaguely toward the front door, and pulled off Danny's foot. "He's out at his second job. He's started bartending a gay bar and, "she giggled like she had a secret, "doing favors after hours for his customers.

My brow furrowed in confusion. "Favors?" I asked. "And why did he need a second job?"

"Oh, well to help pay our new rent. You see, Danny explained it all to us, renting is actually more cost-effective than a mortgage, did you know that? With property taxes and upkeep, it just makes financial sense. So we gave the house to him! Danny's been so generous, letting us stay on as tenants. Rachel even helped draft the lease agreement! Wasn't that sweet of her?" I nodded slowly.

It did make sense, when you thought about it. Dad always complained about property taxes and yard work. "You...sold the house to Danny."

"Sold, signed it over for free, whatever the legal term is." Mom patted Danny's shoulder. "So of course, as the new owner, he gets the master bedroom. But get this, he's letting me stay in the master bedroom with him, isn't that magnanimous? I insisted that a boy his age needs his space, but he didn't want me inconvenienced. Such a thoughtful young man."

It was generous, actually. Most landlords wouldn't let you stay in the master. Danny's hand gently stroked my head and she practically beamed adoringly up at him from her kneeling position. She was wearing this silk robe thing, basically a kimono, with nothing underneath that I could see, and she didn't flinch. I thought i noticed a slight twitch from her butt, but i couldn't be sure from my angle.

"Your father's been experimenting with different sleeping arrangements. The basement one night, the bedroom closet another. He says it's 'cozy.'" She paused, then giggled again "Oh, Danny's favorite so far was the other night when it rained, he had him sleep in the ditch out front by the road. In the morning he came back in soaked and shivering. Your sisters and I laughed so hard. Danny is such a prankster." She was practically beaming at the memory.

"That's...nice of you," I said to Danny. "Letting him find what works."

He shrugged, grinning. "He's adjusting."

Rachel came in from the kitchen then, wearing another secretary outfit. She toddled over in towering 6" heels, each step making her ass sway, the skirt riding up to show the bottoms of each cheek. The top itself was a white blouse, completely unbuttoned and tied off in a knot just under her breasts. Her lips had uncharacteristic bright red lipstick. Her lawyer bob was the same, but her expression was...soft. Dreamy. "Melissa! You made it. Danny, baby, should I pour the wine now or after you inspect me?"

"Inspection first," Danny said, settling back in his chair. "Come here, Rach. Let's see what we're working with." She practically skipped over, spinning, causing the skirt to ride up even more. Danny reached out and cupped her breasts through the top, weighing them in his palms. Rachel let out a breathy little sigh and leaned into his touch.

"These are spectacular," he said, thumbs circling her nipples through the fabric. "Top tier. Turn around." She turned, presenting her backside. Danny ran his hand down her spine, over the curve of her ass, giving her a firm squeeze. Rachel giggled.

"Quality stuff," he concluded, giving her a light slap. "You're cleared for dinner. Pour the wine." Rachel squeaked at the spank and then beamed like she'd won an award, practically floating toward the kitchen. I watched her go, trying to pin down why my brain kept insisting this was strange. It was just...affectionate. Danny was affectionate. He told me my tits looked spectacular in my sweater last month and I'd blushed for an hour. It was just nice having someone around who actually appreciated us.

Chloe appeared in the doorway next, in a cropped tank top and these tiny shorts, both looking to be 2 or 3 sizes too small, her hair in pigtails. She bounced over to Danny and plopped into his lap like it was the most natural thing in the world. "Did you tell her about the rent?" she asked, giggling.

"Not yet," Danny said, his hand settling on Chloe's tit, squeezing it appreciatively. "Your sister's are sharing a room now, so their rent is only a combined five grand a month. Your mom's is...what did we decide, Maggie?" "Six," Mom said proudly. "Since I get the master bedroom. It's more than our mortgage was, but Danny explained that premium accommodations command premium rates. It's just economics, Melissa. Rachel verified all the math."

Rachel nodded, as she came back into the room, and poured him some wine with her free hand. "Danny's very smart about money. And other things." She actually blushed. Rachel, who once made a junior partner cry during a deposition.

"And Chloe and I have never been closer now that we're sharing a bed. I'm so glad that Danny explained we couldn't fit two beds in their, since I needed to keep my desk and filing cabinets in the room."

Sure, it was more than the mortgage had been, but that was the point, wasn't it? Premium rates for premium space. Danny was teaching us all about economics. I stood there in the living room, running through the math in my head. Five grand for my sister's, six for the master, Dad in the basement rent-free because Danny was "compensating him for the equity transfer." It all checked out. A little weird, sure, but who was I to argue with Danny's superior logic? Hell, letting my dad live here rent free really surprised me. Maybe Danny wasn't the annoying kid he used to be. He'd matured into quite the businessman.

Danny stood up then, dumping chloe unceremoniously to the floor, and walked over to me. He smelled like expensive cologne and something else-something warm and heavy. I couldn't help myself, I leaned in and took a sniff, my knees getting weak, a familiar heat building inside me. "You look tense, college girl. When's the last time you got laid?" "Danny!"

Mom gasped, but she was smiling. "Not at the dinner table."

"She's not at the dinner table, Maggie. She's right here." His thumb traced my jawline. "Your mother's going to show you the master bedroom. She's very proud of how she's set it up." He leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear. "And don't worry, I'll have a special task for you soon."

I shivered at his dominant tone. I hope didn't smell my arousal.

He pulled back, winked, and turned back toward the living room. "Rachel. Chloe. Come here. I need to inspect you both before bed."

Mom took my hand, her fingers warm and soft. "Come on, sweetie. I want to show you what I've done with the room."

I let her lead me toward the master bedroom. Behind us, I heard Rachel giggle and Chloe squeak as Danny's hands found them.

Mom pushed open the door and I stared. The king-sized bed was perfectly made, but in the corner of the room was a large plush dog bed with memory foam. Mom's "accommodations." She beamed at it like it was a five-star hotel suite. The bed itself was covered in what looked to be a layer of soiled panties, dried and crusty from what I assumed was cum.

"See? Danny got me the orthopedic model. It's actually better for my hips than our old mattress." She walked over and knelt on it, settling back on her heels. "And I'm right here, close to him. That's what pets do, right? Stay near their owners?"

I nodded slowly. It made sense. Pets stayed near their owners. It was... sweet?

"You're so lucky," I heard myself say. "Getting to stay in the master bedroom."

Mom's eyes lit up. "I know! He's so nice. Sometimes he even lets me sleep in the bed. Most pet owners say thats bad for the pet, but Danny's so nice to me."

Behind us, from the living room, came a sharp slap and Rachel's breathy moan, followed by Chloe's giggle. "Quality stuff," Danny's voice rumbled. "Both of you. Now pour me some wine and let's see who needs more attention."

Mom didn't even flinch. She just kept smiling at me from her dog bed. Then, with a casualness that made my chest ache with something I couldn't name, she reached up and untied the silk belt of her robe. She let it slide off her shoulders completely, the fabric pooling around her knees, leaving her bare and kneeling there like she'd been born without clothes.

"Danny likes me ready for bed," she said softly, reaching for something tucked beside the memory foam. She pulled out a headband with floppy golden retriever ears and settled it over her blonde hair, adjusting it until it sat just right. Then she turned, presenting herself to me, and I saw the tail...not a costume piece, but something that emerged from between her cheeks, held in place by a black silicone base nestled flush against her skin. A butt plug. A dog tail butt plug.

She wagged it once, twice, and giggled. "See? I'm his good girl. His pet." The bedroom door opened behind me. Danny walked in, shirt untucked, belt loose. He had something in his hand-a tangle of crumpled lace and silk. Without looking at me, he tossed it onto the dog bed next to Mom. I recognized Rachel's black thong and Chloe's pink pair, both wet with white patches, and a third pair I realized with a start was Mom's own silk underwear from earlier.

Mom lowered her head and snatched up Rachel's black thong in her teeth. She shook her head back and forth violently, the way a dog shakes a toy at us when they're playing. The motion sent her ears flopping wildly and made her tail wag in frantic counter-rhythm, the silicone base shifting with each jerk of her hips. Her large breasts swung and bounced with every violent shake, the dried white patches on the lace smearing against her lips and chin. She growled softly around the fabric, her eyes bright and happy, then dropped the panties back onto the bed and looked up at Danny, panting slightly, her tongue lolling at the corner of her mouth.

"Fresh bedding for my pet," Danny said, scratching behind Mom's ear. "So you can smell how well I took care of everyone."

Mom buried her face in the panties, inhaling deeply, and let out a happy little sigh. She nuzzled into the pile, her cheek coming to rest against Chloe's stained pair, and beamed up at him. "Thank you, Danny. You're so thoughtful. Most landlords don't provide such... personalized accommodations." Then she let out a playful little "woof".

She turned back to me, ears perked, tail raised, tongue hanging out of her mouth. "See, Melissa? He thinks of everything."

I nodded slowly. It was generous, actually. He'd thought of everything, her bed, her ears, her tail, even the scents she slept with. A little weird, sure, but who was I to argue with Danny's superior logic?

"Isn't it wonderful, Melissa?" Mom asked, her eyes dreamy, her face still pressed against the soiled panties. "I've always wanted a pet, but your father was allergic. Trust a genius like Danny to come up with an out of the box solution."

I stood there, the warm heavy feeling from Danny's cologne still in my nose, and realized I was jealous. Not horrified. Jealous.

"Yeah," I said quietly. "It really is."