Packing & A Visitor

It's been a few days since you had Olivia cancel her and Bill's original plans for their honeymoon. Since then, the three of you have been working to create a trip that's more to your liking. It took a few hours of phone calls and swipes of Bill's credit card, but your reservation at a beach resort is now one week away.

With all the logistics taken care of, all that's left to do is pack. Conveniently, it's Saturday which means Bill is around to do a majority of the work while you spend the morning with Olivia.

"Huuuhh-shit! John! If you turn it up any higher, I-I'm gonna...ummph!... I'm gonna lose my mind! Ohhh fuuuck!"

The woman's voice is filled with desperation and intense sexual pleasure as it echos through their living room. Olivia is squatting on the coffee table, her arms stretching behind her to lean on for support. As per your request, she's completely naked and keeping her legs spread wide. That way you can see the special toys you've recently purchased work their magic from your spot on the couch. While orchestrating this display of debauchery, you're gently rubbing your hard-on through your underwear which is the only thing you're currently wearing.

"That's the point, Liv! I wanna see the silly faces you make after cumming a bunch of times in a row. You look like a complete idiot and the face you make every time you get off is stupider than the last. It's hilarious!"

You look down at your phone with devious intentions. The app that's open allows you to control the intensity of said toys' vibration via bluetooth. It's currently connected to the two, tiny, vibrators taped to each of her nipples and the decent sized dildo lodged in her cunt. Deciding it's time for the finale, you turn it up two levels which is the max.

"HEEEYYAA! OOHHH-FUUUUUUUUUCK!" Olivia lets a throaty scream in response to your action.

Laughter begins pouring out of you upon witnessing the mature woman overwhelmed with pleasure, although it's drowned out by her cries of ecstasy. After the initial shock, Olivia's eyes cross and her tongue juts out of her mouth in a lewd fashion. Watching an older woman, especially one who'd normally see you as nothing more than an immature pest, make such an absurd ahego face is both hilarious and arousing.

However, what you find most entertaining is how her pussy started squirting like a water fountain. Like a sprinkler watering a lawn, Olivia's crotch is thoroughly dousing the living area's rug. Fortunately the stream isn't powerful enough to reach the couch, so you can sit back and enjoy the show outside of the splash zone.

"-or will she be wearing them on the plane?" A deep voice catches your attention when she finally settles down.

Turning your head reveals no one other than Bill, or at least what you've turned him into. The man who used to intimidate you when passing by him in the hall is no longer the imposing figure he once was. Now he is simply your sissy servant. This is made clear by the fact that he's dressed in nothing but a pink pair of his wife's panties. Its material is stretched thin across his muscular body, but especially his groin which is where his relatively impressive member remains locked in a chastity cage.

Upon seeing your confused expression, Bill realizes that you only just noticed his presence. After taking a quick glance at his wife to confirm that she no longer has the energy to drown him out with moans, he repeats himself.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, John. I'm just not sure what to do with the anal beads. You definitely want to bring them, but I don't know if I should put them in a suitcase. You've been having her keep them in throughout the day lately, so I thought you might want her ass stuffed while we travel."

You can't help but snicker as Bill seeks your guidance. However, the absurd scenario he's describing is not the main source of your amusement. It's how meek he sounds while describing it. Claiming his marriage has made Bill view you as some sort of authority figure.

You haven't broken him completely. He often converses with you casually, even somewhat bonds with you over shared interests unrelated to your bizarre dominance of his life. Yet at the same time, Bill is well aware of his position at the bottom of the family hierarchy. He uses this self awareness to gauge when he's able to act like your friend and when to act like your underling, who shouldn't get in the way of you having your way with his wife.

In this moment, forcing Olivia's cunt to put on a waterworks show is a clear sign to Bill that it's time to be an underling. That's the reason why he's approaching you in such a timid and humble manner.

"Once again, I'm really sorry if I cut in on your fun. I know you love Liv's famous 'cum till you're dumb' show."

You always feel so empowered when this man, who could easily beat you to a pulp, cowers in front of you. Although, you're not in the mood to be a tyrant as of right now. So you decide to ease the tension.

"Ah, don't worry about it. Liv's already squirted out the last of her brains. I'd say you came at the perfect time."

A look of utter relief washes over the panty-clad man's face as he glances at his wife withering on the table.

"As for the anal beads, you can just pack them in a suitcase. We don't want any awkward situations if she has to use the bathroom during the flight. I think I'll just stick a vibrating egg up her twat."

Bill nods his head in approval before sounding like an employee complimenting his boss.

"Excellent idea, John. I'll go throw them in whatever suitcase has the most room left. After that, we're all set for our honeymoon. Oh, and it's half past noon. You told me to remind you that my mother's visiting two hours before she's supposed to arrive."

One of your eyebrows rise up to form an intrigued expression. Bill's mom staying at the apartment for the weekend had slipped your mind during your playtime with Olivia. You suddenly remember making one or two tweaks to her reality when she first called to plan this visit. Although you haven't decided if you're going to alter her further or thought of any specific scenarios you'd like to play out, which is probably why past you had requested a reminder.

Now filled with a new sense of excitement, you give your a body a big stretch to loosen up for the fun to come. Then you continue your conversation with Bill.

"Oh yea, I forgot that dairy slut is coming over. I hope you reminded her to bring a breast pump. I don't want her udders leaking milk all over the place. You and Liv have got enough juices to mop up as it is thanks to that water gun called her twat."

Upon mentioning her, you turn your head to face Olivia for the first time since her explosive orgasm. Then you quickly realize that she's been struggling to hold her awkward pose this whole time. You almost feel bad when you notice her face is bright red and she's quietly huffing and puffing. What's worse is that you never even turned off the vibrators, so she's been feeling the full brunt of their maximum power.

An unusual feeling of guilt causes you to quickly grab your phone and cut the toys' power.

"Shit, sorry about that. You can relax now, Liv. That was a great show though. In fact, I think you earned a nice long break despite the other performance I had planned for later. The idea was for you to shove a dildo in your ass and run around with it hanging out. But we can just move it to tomorrow."

Completely drained of her strength, Olivia can't even muster a single word response. Instead, the woman simply collapses onto her back and closes her eyes. You aren't sure if she's conscious or not, but you don't really care.

Then you look back at Bill, who is still standing at attention in nothing but panties. You had thought he would've gone to pack the anal beads by now, but it appears almost like he's waiting to be dismissed. With his stance resembling that of a soldier's, you decide it would be fun to role-play as a drill sergeant.

"Alright, panty boy. We don't have long before that horny cow you call mom gets here. Go pack the anal beads and zip up the suitcases. Then I want you to carry this cock-sleeve to our bed. Make sure you stick a fresh butt plug in her ass and pop the one she used last night in her mouth to suck on as a pacifier."

Bill simply nods at your demands and moves toward his worn out wife. However, he only takes one step before you raise your hand to stop him.

"Hold on, Private Panty-Boy. I wasn't finished. After you did all of that, I want you back here. You don't have to worry about cleaning up Liv's pussy juice. Your mom can do that as a thank you for buying all the food she's eating this weekend. Instead, you're gonna be licking my feet while I play playstation..... Actually, I might have you jack me off since your wife got me worked up. I'm still not sure cause I want to have energy for your whore of a mother..... Anyway, you have your orders. Now get moving soldier!"

The emasculated man picks up on the impression you're obviously doing. Compelled by your magic authority over him, he plays along by saluting you. Then he follows with his own soldier impression.

"Sir, yes sir! Private Panty-Boy is on the job!"

You watch as he walks past you and picks up Olivia. The bulging muscles that allow the large man to lift her with ease starkly contrast with the feminine, dainty, garment around his waist.

Once Bill scurries off with your slut wife to the bedroom, you finally begin thinking of what to do with his mom.

You've seen her once before, passing by in the hall during her last visit a couple months back. While she is old enough to be your grandmother, she would definitely be a young one. She must have had Bill at a very young age, because her appearance barely crosses over the line between a MILF and a GILF. Time has definitely taken its toll, seen in the lines on her face, a little extra body fat, and her ample chest that now sags ever so slightly. However, both of those effects are so mild that they're only noticeable if you look closely. If you don't look her over with a magnifying glass, she's practically a model.

Pulling yourself away from the mental picture of Bill's mom, you reach for the playstation remote sitting next you on the couch. Then your thoughts shift to forming a plan as you load up your game.

"Bessie might be a good fit," you mutter to yourself while one half of your brain plots and the other plays.

The part of you that's focused on cooking up plans of obscene fun reviews the claims you've already made in previous phone calls with Bill's mother. You liked them in particular due to what you already knew about her.

On the day you first saw your approaching victim, you happened to catch a bit of her and Bill's conversation. Although the specifics were unclear, she appeared to be scolding him about how something wasn't dignified or elegant enough for their family's standing. Combining that with the style of her clothes and vocabulary, you could tell that she prided her self of being an elegant woman of high society.

Your initial deduction was proven correct when you talked to her on the phone. Although she wasn't rude, it felt like she was secretly testing whether or not you met her standards.

Of course, your general goal is to strip her of the qualities she believes make her better than others. That part is not even a challenge. Tearing down an arrogant, pompous, asshole is easier than snapping your fingers thanks to magic you've received. It's just a matter of how you want to do it.

Ding! Dong!

The doorbell's loud ringing rips your attention from the TV. While you're mostly excited to start a new round of godly games, you are slightly annoyed because you happened to very comfortable at the moment. You express your mild frustration by looking over your shoulder and yelling out across the apartment.

"Liv! Wake your ass up and get the door! We've got a milk delivery!"

You turn back to the TV but it's quickly robbed of your attention by a warm and pleasant sensation. The feeling causes you to look down from the screen to the coffee table, where your feet are resting on one of the few spots not soaked in Liv's pussy juice.

"Are you excited to see your mom, Bill?" you ask in a rather condensing tone.

The person you're talking to is seated on the floor across the table from you. He's unable to answer you immediately on account of his face being pressed into the sole of your foot. Even if he could respond in that position, his tongue is currently busy taking a long lick from your heel to your toes.

After deciding to hold off on sexual stimulation until your guest arrived, you elected to have Bill massage you with his tongue over giving you a handjob. So the supposed 'man of the house' has been on the ground, licking your feet while you lounge on his couch for the better part of two hours.

"You bet! I've really missed her. She's excited to meet you too!" He spits out after completing the long lick.

Bill opens his mouth to say something else, but you quickly shove your toes in his mouth before he can.

"Yea, she told me that on the phone. She seemed pretty sad that I wasn't at your wedding since she wanted to meet the owner of her son's marriage. Oh by the way, what's this ho's name? I didn't bother remembering."

After asking the question in the crude manner you're growing accustom to, you take your foot out of his mouth.

The man at your feet doesn't appear to take any offense as he answers "It's Martha."

Before you can respond you notice a groggy, and still naked, Olivia stumble past you towards the door. She undoes the lock and opens the door to finally reveal the woman of the hour.

"There she is! Come on in, Martha! Or should I call you mom now?" Olivia asks with a surprising enthusiasm.

The woman walks through the door and you are presented your first opportunity to really examine her. She's slightly taller than Olivia and a little more filled out all around. Just as you remember, the signs of her age definitely put her in the GILF category but is still a beauty.

Martha's outfit is within the same style as the day you saw her. Starting from the top, her brown hair is wrapped tightly in a neat bun. She's dressed in an elegant, yet casual, blouse and pearl necklaces hangs from her neck. Moving downward, you see she is wearing a pencil skirt that reaches down to a modest length. Finally her fit are secured by a pair of flats that look pretty dressy.

You slightly think to yourself that her appearance gives off a conservative, old money, vibe. Then that suspicion is quickly confirmed when you hear her speak.

"I suppose you may, considering I am now officially your mother in-law. It's always a pleasure to see you, Olivia."

While the greeting sounds ordinary, you can the first sign of your magic's effect. In contrast to her elegant tone and formal choice of words, Martha is simultaneously unbuttoning her blouse.

"Although, I must say that welcoming me into your home completely nude is very improper."

That last bit, condemning Olivia's nudity, causes a chuckle to shoot through your mouth. However, you muffle them with your hand since you don't want to make your introduction just yet. The reason behind evading her attention, as well as the chuckles, is because you want to enjoy the entertainment you suspect is coming.

"A large part of me wants to call you a harlot and write William (Bill's real name) out of my will for marrying such a floozy. However, I am hardly in a position to judge."

Martha finishes speaking just as she shed her blouse off her shoulders. With her shirt removed, the oldest woman in the room's upper body is only covered by what seems to be a nursing bra. The vast amount of cleavage created by her large breast heavily contrast from otherwise elegant appearance.

While you always appreciate a pair of big tits, what really catches your eyes are the wet spots on her nipples.

Deciding it's time to kickstart the fun, you remove your foot from Bill's face and stand up to introduce yourself.

"Liv, did you let a dairy cow in the house? I love fresh milk as much as the next guy, but she looks like a breeder. She's not only gonna leak from her udders, but also her horny cunt! The apartment is gonna get soaked!"