Kendall: Picking Sides

Present Day…

Kendall wants to teach. That is how she ended up working in education to begin with. She wanted to build experience while she finished her degree, and it was at a school that she met Jackson and found her escape from James to begin with. For the longest time, she put up with James and used him to watch her daughters while she earned her degree. The whole time she planned to betray him, to leave him the moment she finished her degree, and that is why Jackson was so important. Not only was he kind to her, good to her, but he also supported her. He didn’t punish her with **** every time she left home, and even now he trusts her when she leaves, asking few or no questions when she comes back bow-legged and reeking of cum.

Tonight, Kendall is missing class. She left early to arrive early but got a call from James on the way. Turning around outside of town, she speeds back angry, compelled again by that strange and unknown **** which seems to move her at the sound of James’ voice. It isn’t just lust, and it never was. When she hears him, she obeys on instinct, following his every word like he is her king.

She arrives wearing a dark grey tee with a coal-grey long sleeve shirt underneath. Her outfit is tucked into her jeans, hugging her bosom lightly without giving detail. Stopping outside of his home, which used to be her mother’s home, Kendall waits before climbing out. She feels silly wearing this much when going to see James, and she knows that he will reprimand her for how she is dressed.

Still, she is angry herself and uses that to carry her to the front door. After all, he called her on one of her school nights and demanded she miss class to come see him. It is not the worst he has done in recent memory or in her life, but it is one of the few lines he has refused to cross to this point. So far, the time he has swallowed has been hers as he fucked her senseless and thoughtless. It prevented her from studying but didn’t prevent her from attending. This, she fears, will be the beginning of a very dangerous trend which will derail nearly half a decade of effort and study.

Oliver meets her at the door wearing lingerie, his tiny dick forever hard in his panties. He sees her frowning and smiles in the response, his expression knowing and, to her chagrin, amused. “Daddy is in the living room,” he says, and he steps aside to show her in.

“I know, I know.” Kendall rolls her eyes as she enters and sighs on her way up the stairs. She undoes the belt of her jeans on the way, already imagining James’ coming taunts and jeers. He will complain, but for the first time in days, she doesn’t care. The sex is good, great even, but it is not interfering with her education and not just her love life. For her, the most frustrating part is the lack of hesitation. All it took was a single text, and he turned around and drove home.

Slipping her belt off, she sees James at the top of the stares and meets him with a glare. James, meanwhile, smiles when he sees her. He is already half-naked, and as always, he has Paige at his side. Holding a beer in one hand, he gropes the older MILF idly while staring at ESPN on his TV screen. Looking at him, Kendall considers it a small miracle that she even got a glance out of him with the TV on, and it shames her how flattering it feels.

“Well, would you look at you. You hardly look like yourself when you’re dressed like a person now.” His amusement fades into a glare. “The fuck do you think you’re doing here dressed like that, slut?”

“I was on my way to class,” she begins, fire in her eyes, and then she calls him daddy without warmth. Folding the belt in her hand, she snaps it tight. “I didn’t have a change of clothes in my car because I wasn’t expecting to come over, so I can’t dress up like a proper slut for you tonight, DADDY.”

James’ expression sours further as his grip on Paige’s body tightens. “Now, watch your tongue, SLUT, before you regret it.”

Fists tight around the belt, Kendall moves to argue but is interrupted by her mother. “Both of you calm down,” says Paige diplomatically, sitting up in James’ grasp. She gives her daughter a motherly glance and it quiets her immediately. Without a word, without judgment, Paige’s eyes silently let Kendall know that the conversation is over before continuing, “Now, Kendall, remember that James is your daddy. He owns you now. So no matter what he asks you to do, no matter when he asks you to do it, you do it. As his slut, he should be the center of your world, even more important than school or family. That can be hard, but I know from experience how important it is.”

“But mom,” Kendall whines, and her mother’s brow tightens. Kendall goes quiet afterward.

“No buts, little miss!” Paige stand and crosses the room, her panties nearly transparent wit her arousal. Her swollen nipple show through the fabric of her bra as her breasts swing and sway with her every movement. She stops before her, looking nearly identical to her save for the color of her hair and the size of her breasts, and Paige hugs her. Kendall doesn’t hug her back, but she does listen as Paige whispers to her.

“It’s okay to be frustrated, Kendall, but he is your daddy now, whether you like it or not.” Stepping back, Paige smooths Kendall’s hair, running her fingers through it and grooming her gently as she says, “You don’t have a choice anymore, so there’s no point in getting angry about it. The most you can do is sit back and enjoy it like the slut you are, because he’s going to use you either way.”

Staring into her mother’s eyes, Kendall sees the futility of her anger and relents. “You’re right,” she sighs, and looking passed her mother into James’ cold, angry eyes, she says, “I’m sorry.” The words feel wrong in her mouth, but she can see that they have not been enough to ease his frustrations. Her mother hugs her around the midsection and Kendall continues, “I’m very, very sorry, daddy. I just didn’t want to miss class.”

Still glaring, James growls, “I don’t give a flying fuck what you’re mad about, you stupid fucking cunt. You never talk to me like that, do you fucking understand me?”

Kendall stiffens in her mother’s grasp, her anger rising inside of her again. She thinks about everything she is giving up for his dick and wonders if it is worth it, and just before she is about to scream, her mother wakes her with a pinch to the side. With her frown deepening, Kendall bites back her anger before she incurs **** and not just reprimand. “Yes, daddy,” she says in a clipped tone, trying hard to remain neutral. “I understand, and I am sorry.”

Seeing mother guide daughter, and seeing his victory because of it, s grins. “Good. Then get naked and get your ass over here. You got a lot to apologize for.”

Paige turns to Kendall with a smile and kisses her on the cheek before whispering to her, “You did well, sweetie. You avoided the stick. Now, let’s try and get you that eleven-inch carrot.”

Kendall smiles in response and begins stripping. She is still angry with James, but the promise of his big dick does bring her comfort. If she has to miss class, she cannot think of something more worthy to spend her time on. Looking at him now, with her anger abating, she remembers how personally attractive she finds him and feels her loins stirring in response.

Meanwhile, Paige crosses the room with a saunter and joins James on the couch. Snuggling up to him, she whispers into his ear, and James’ mood improves accordingly. That alone helps to relieve any frustration Kendall may still feel. Seeing her mother soothing James and protecting her, Kendall is reminded of what a terrible mother she had for most of her life. Paige is a better mother as James’ thoughtless bitch than she ever was as a single alcoholic, and that was worth any amount of degradation for Kendall to have.

Kendall removes her blouse first, revealing her large, perky breasts restrained by her bra. Dropping the bra, she steps out of her pants and panties with one smooth go, revealing her rounded bottom and glistening peach. She is wet despite her frustration, James always sparking the deepest and most enduring arousal in her by name alone. Seeing him half-erect while he whispers with her mother and smiling only makes her hornier and more **** to serve. Soon, without a word from him, Kendall is on her knees kissing and licking his toes like the good girl she is.

She stares him in the eyes while she works, hoping this to be a proper apology. With Paige as their intermediary, it does seem to work. Soon, his scowl turns to a smile as Kendall is digging her tongue in between his toes and mewling around his foot. While Kendall works, Paige smiles and lowers his briefs, revealing his swelling cock. With Paige’s hands and Kendall’s wet mouth, they soon have him fully erect.

James grins at the two, his hand at rest on Paige’s supple behind. “Fuck, you two sluts are stupid for my cock.”

Still wrapped around his toes, Kendall mewls in agreement. Paige, meanwhile, strokes him slowly from root to crown and whispers her agreement into his ears. James’ grin swells into a smile. “Which gives me an idea. You two sluts looked so good hugging earlier, I wanna try something!”

Standing, James removes his toes from Kendall’s eager mouth and lifts her by the hair. “Come on, sluts, we’re going downstairs.” Dragging Kendall after him, James leads them down the stairs. He walks Paige down by the hair. Together, the three descend, passing the front door and reaching the basement shortly after. It is strange for Kendall to think, even as her hair is being tucked, that she is walking her childhood home in the nude. Lately, she has only been there to eat, shower, or fuck.

They enter her mother’s bedroom. Once, it was a hallowed place where Kendall was never allowed. Now, completely naked in the room, the taboo increases her arousal. James throws her onto her mother’s bed, and she is soaking. Giggling, Paige joins Kendall, straddling her daughter at James’ urging and using her thighs to hold Kendall’s legs apart.

James stares at their mirrored pussies, both smooth and gleaming, both with round asses facing him. “There we go,” he said, stroking himself. “Now, ain’t that pretty as a painting.”

With both waxed, James almost can’t tell them apart. Both are glistening, weeping with want. The main difference that James notices is that Kendall’s figure, while thick, is more slender and longer, with longer legs. Paige’s ass is slightly rounded and less toned. Lining up between them, James slaps his dick between their hungry pussies. Paige takes initiative then and lowers herself, pinning James between their pussies.

Holding her by the ass, James growls. “Fuck! There ain’t nothing you won’t do for me, is there, slut?”

Paige smiles as James over her shoulder. “No, James, there actually isn’t,” she says, and looking at her daughter next, she whispers, “You own me, James. All of me.” The pride in her eyes does something to Kendall, who stares in silence up at her mother, frightened by what she sees in the older woman.

“Fuck yeah, I do,” James growls, and holding Paige by the hips, he slides between them. Their wet folds kiss his shaft on either end while their soft pelvises and bellies hug him. Kendall moans as James rams her clit, and Paige smiles above her, breathing through her pleasure.

Leaning forward, Paige holds her daughter’s gaze and smooths her hair. “How about you, Kendall? Does your big dick daddy own all of you, too?”

Kendall, wriggled beneath her mother, desperately trying to grind James’ dick, whines. “Don’t make me say it!”

Cooing gently, Paige smiles. “Why not,” she whispers. “He’d love to hear it.”

“I know,” Kendall pants. “I know, but…but…Ah!” James enters her but stops at half his length. Spread around him but expecting more, Kendall feels stretched but empty. She grips the sheets tightly, whining and trying to stare between their sandwiched bodies to see how much of him is left. Somehow, even half of him no longer feels like enough anymore.

Surprised at first, Paige moves her pelvis and realizes that James is missing. Realizing what has happened, Paige laughs. Though she wishes she was the one being fucked by James, she is glad to see the look of pleasured concentration on her daughter’s face. Leaning forward again, her breasts pressed firmly against her daughter’s breasts, Paige kisses Kendall’s forehead and continues to whisper to her. “It’s okay, Kendall. You’re safe here, and you belong here. You can be honest. In fact, you should be honest.” Still smiling, Paige says, “Just tell us the truth. It’d make your daddy so happy to hear it.”

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