She agrees

Caroline stares at you for a second and you're not sure if she's keen on the idea or if she's terrified by it. But her mouth, still dripping with cum and spit, curls itself into a smile. What a lovely fuck **** she's turning into. And how quickly.

"You like the idea?" You ask.

She nods emphatically.

"Good." you begin to instruct her. "Grab the pink lipstick again. We're going to write a little note on the mirror." So she does. "Now write this," you instruct, "Came all over your mirror. Wish it could have been your face."

She writes as you speak, not hesitating in the slightest, thrilled to be obeying your command. When she's done, she turns to you, her naked, used body excited, eager for more.

"What's your son's name?" You ask.

"Joey" she answers.

"Good. Sign it 'love Joey'" you instruct.

Here you think maybe she hesitates a bit. She closes her eyes. Then again, maybe she's taking a moment to picture her precious daughter coming home, seeing this note, then going into her brothers room and demanding he cum all over her for real. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. She opens her eyes and signs it 'love, Joey.'

"Good" you take a step toward her and give her a nice hard slap. Her cheeks are turning red now, the physical evidence of what a good girl she's been. You look over at a plethora of stuffed animals sitting on Zoe's dresser. "Which one of these does she love most?"

"The frog"

So you grab it and hold it up for Caroline to take. "Clean yourself off." She does, wiping the stuffed frog all over her face, leaving a lovely film of cum and spit on it. She also wipes off her sweaty body and her glistening pussy. You imagine Zoe cuddling up with the frog at night, wondering why it smells a little off, never knowing it's covered in her mother's horny filth.

Of course, that won't happen. She'll be too preoccupied with this little gift her brother has left her. That will happen. She will see it. And what happens after that... well that's up to Caroline to decide. But first a little more encouragement.

"How old is your son?" You ask.

"The same age." She answers. "They're twins."

This is news to you. "Really? Do they have a special connection? Will that make Zoe even more shocked to find this gift? Or does she already understand how his mind works? Does she know how he thinks about her?"

Caroline isn't sure how to answer. "I don't know... I don't think he does."

You smile. "He's an 18 year old boy?" She nods. "He does."

And you can't help but notice Caroline smile.

"And you have another daughter too?"

"Yes.... sir." Caroline answers. "Shannon. She's in college right now."

"And how many boys does she fuck every week?"

"I don't know. I'm sorry sir"

"Have you ever wondered?"

Caroline looks at you. At some point she's going to know that this is never going to stop. Or maybe she does already. "Yes."

"How long until Zoe and Joey come home?" you ask.

Caroline looks over at her daughter's kitty cat clock "About an hour."

"Good we have time." you say, with every intention to explore another bedroom in the house. No need for the fun to end yet. No need for the fun to end ever.