Win it.

For some reason, the idea of winning just seemed much more appealing than losing. For starters, if your brother wins, you will not be traded back to your father, not to mention the fact you gain favor with your brother. Also, you don't want to go through the same treatment that you went through the last time you lost a game for your brother.

The only problem with that delightful idea is that no matter how much your father rocked your mother's naked body, she didn't seem affected, while you are **** to moan on every little thrust from your brother's swollen cock.

The full box rocks the both of your naked bodies as your pussies take their punish from your respective men's cock. It is clear that you are never going to win playing fair; your mother is far more experienced than you. So the best chance you have is to do a 50/50 shot. So you took a deep breath right before your brother's next thrust and used his thrust to push your lips into your mother's soft lips.

At first, she gratefully accepted your kiss and even returned the favor. But after a few seconds, she caught on to what you are doing; she began to struggle. However, the box was too small for her to move her head left or right, while your father’s thrust prevented her from going back.

You can feel you're becoming light-headed as she struggles. The only thing that you count the time with is your brother's thrust.

1 -2-3 thrusts, your head felt light 4-5-6 your head began to ache. 7-10, you knew it was going to be down to the wire. You couldn't take a breath, or your mother would breathe also. 11, you felt yourself slipping … 12, your mother's body finally went limp. You quickly took a breath. It was four additional thrusts before you caught your breath enough to proudly hit the green button.

You hear your father's voice boom, "No fucking way!"

The box flies open on both ends, fall by your brother's own "no fucking way… Mom!?!"

Your mother quickly wakes and says, "Hi, son, as you might have already guessed, I'm your father's prized contract."

Your brother's eyes scan both your naked body and your mother's as he stutters, "prizes contract...Wait, I won you?"

Your mother smiles and winks her innocent wink, "just for one cycle, but yes."

"One cycle?

Your mother calmly answers, "Yes, you have earned the right to try to impregnate me for one cycle. Unlike my daughter here, I'm currently not pregnant, and Today is the last day of this month's cycle. So give me a few days for the next one to start, and I'll move in with you for twenty-eight days."

Your brothers are still stunned at the presence of his naked mother in the box, and he keeps rambling on. "Mom, how long have you been under contract?"

She smiles and calmly says, "Since before my marriage. My marriage is a part of the contract just as it is for you two."

Your father angrily pulls out of his wife’s cunt and says, "screw this" before storming out of the room. Your dumbfounded brother also pulls out of you and quickly follows his father, yelling, "Wait! Dad, I have questions." Leaving your mother and you, both naked, alone in the room.

Your mother winks at you. "That was a smart move. I would have never thought of trying to win that way. You know you can be smart when you apply yourself. Maybe being a contracted woman will bring the best out of you," she winks at you before happily stating, "Oh well, in a few days, we are going to be bedmates anyway," as she rolls out of the box and begins to get dressed, leaving you still naked in the box and with a lot of questions.

That night, you didn't want to have sex with my brother/ quasi-husband. You are too busy thinking about what happened. But he insisted that he wanted to finish what he started. So, of course, you are **** to let him dump another load inside your already pregnant pussy.

Four days later, your mother showed up at your door with just two bags. One bag is just a simple backpack, and the other is a heavy item of luggage. As you open the door for her, you call back, "Honey, moms here."

From the shower, your brother calls back, "Good. Bring her to our bed, I want you both to get ready, and I'll be in in a second."

You unwillingly turn around and lead your mother towards your bedroom. Leading her past your baby girl’s crib, which you have just recently moved to the living room, as you do, you ask, "So aren't you going to miss yours?" speaking about the girl she conceived with her husband just before you.

Surprisingly, your mother cheerfully answers, "I'm still going to see her every day. I just need to be available whenever my son needs me, and I'm skilled enough to take it all out of him in just one session if need be," she proudly winks.

Once you and your mother make your way into the room, and you turn towards her and say, "ok get naked."

Your mother questioned, "naked? Naked right away...Really? You're new at this, aren't you?"

"What do you mean?"

Your mother sets her much larger luggage bag on the bed. When she opens it, to your pure horror, it's nothing but lingerie and bondage stuff.

Stocked, you ask, "What’s this?"

Your mother smiles, "I can tell that you still don't know. These are the tools of the trade. Most believe this stuff is just for men, but for us contracted women, this stuff is our true power, and our only freedom." She quickly steps out of her clothes as she speaks. "I'm assuming that you don't have any of this stuff." She steps into her red string thong that does nothing to cover her completely shaven pussy. "I normally don't share my stuff with other women, because as a contracted woman, you must remember you are always in competition with every woman out there. but since your my daughter, I'll make an exception and let you borrow anything you want." She gives me a stern look as she finished hooking her red matching string bra around her large tits, "but just this once. After that, your own your own." She pulls a marker out of her bag and writes "son's breeding area" on top of her stomach just below her belly button.