She talks up.

Emma just sat there in silence, amazement at the joy on her mother's face as she bounced up and down on the cock of the man who was the father of both their children.

She couldn't imagine how her mother could look so happy with the man who had **** a child on her daughter. But most of all, she couldn't understand why he hadn't called on her. It's not he wasn't attracted to her. The way he looked at her from across the room with lust-filled eyes was enough proof to know that wasn't the case.

But as she watch Tom lift her mother's hips off the sofa, she couldn't take it any more.

Don't get her mistaken, Emma was more than happy with living in a world where the man who raised them never ordered her to have sex with him again, but not knowing why he hadn't or the uncertainty of when he was going call on her next was killing her causing her to blurt out, "Why!"

Heather freezes and Tom freeze mid thrust with his hard cock half way in her, and her hips hovering in the air above the empty sofa at the sound of her daughter's distressed voice. They were so focused on each other that they didn't even notice her walking into the living room.

Heather body was tense form being just second form orgasming as she grown :"Why what?"

Emma thought the question was obvious, but she still rephrased it: "Why are you having sex WITH HIM?"

To Heather, that was a stupid question, so she gave it the most basic of answers: "Because HE wants to."

Which did little to nothing to clear up Emma's confusion. "I thought you said he wasn't going to **** us to do this stuff if we gave him what he wanted!"

Now Heather was more than annoyed and not only from having her wonderful coming orgasm halted, but also that her daughter interrupted this with her redundant questions. "He didn't **** me!"

Emma still repeated the same question, "If he is not ordering you to, then WHY?!?"

For some reason, the way she asked it that time stuck with her and made her question exactly why she was doing what she was doing, allowing her to overlook the heat burning between her legs for a second. That thought **** her to acknowledge how much she had changed over the year and a half since Tom got his watch. Before the moment Tom came home and changed everything, she wouldn't have dreamed of leaving her bedroom without her makeup done and wearing the most expensive, conservative, designer clothes money could buy. And now, there would be days that he would only wear lingerie if she wore anything at all. In fact, since coming home from the hospital, she hasn't worn one article of clothing that wasn't meant to invoke carnival sexual tendencies from Tom. She wasn't anywhere near the same woman she was two years ago, but despite him never saying it, she knew Tom loved the way she was right now, and that was all that mattered to her.

With that understanding, she gave her daughter a confident smile and said, "Because he wants to, and that's all that matters."

That answer only confused Emma more as the idea of willingly 'jumping back on' a man who did what Tom did was utterly foreign to her. But before she could ask another question, she felt Tom's eyes staring directly out of her thin white shirt. She had just finished nursing her daughter, so she hadn't put a bra back on. As a result, her thin shirt did little to hide her lactating tits from Tom's perverted eyes, grossing her out. Prompting her quickly to cross her arms across her chest to hide her milk-enlarged tits, "Fine, you can do what you want, but he makes sure he keeps his gross eyes to himself until he calls on me."

She added the second part of that statement subconsciously, as in the back of her mind, she still wanted to know if or when he would call on her again. But the moment she said it, she instantly regretted it because her mother leaned toward her. "You know, if you want him to call on you so bad, you can just join us whenever you want."

Emma stumps her floor. "That's not what I said!"

But Heather and Tom ignore her as she wraps her arms are Tom's neck and starts bouncing on his cock again. "How about that, Honey? Would you like to fuck me and my daughter at the same time again?"

Tom's mind pictures the two most beautiful women he knows naked, side by side, pleasuring him. It is something that he spent many nights dreaming about. And that was enough to make him moan, "Yes!" as he started to feel cock swell with cum. But as his eyes look at her, he doesn't see the lying slut from A year and a half; instead, he sees the woman who had been a wonderful, dutiful mother to his only biological daughter. And even though he knows the laws allow him to, something inside him prevents him from ordering that woman to have sex with him. So he just settles for the one woman who is willingly offering her body to him whenever he wants.

The one woman who is now making him cum inside of her pussy right in front of her daughter.

Emma is so disgusted by the sight of the man she once considered her father's cum dripping out of her mother's used pussy, that she turns and walks away quickly out of fear that the man that raized her will order her to join them.

No matter how hard Emma try to hide, their was no place in the house far enough away to muffled her moans **** pleasure moans coming from her sister's room. Her cheeks flushed with heat as she clenched her thighs together, feeling a familiar ache between them from listening to her mother beg for more. But then she heard a loud gasp and a deep voice, something about being "dirty" and "naughty." She was unsure if the voice came from herself or the other room but it still sickened her. As she settled in for what was going to be a long night with these feelings.

After nearly a month of having no sex occurring in the house, Emma forgot how much the halls of the house carry her mother's moans when she is having sex in the living room. No matter where she went or what room she tried to hide in, she couldn't escape from the sounds of their sex. She just couldn't understand how her mother could sound so happy having sex with that man.

It took thirty minutes for her moans to finally die down, after which Heather walks into Emma's room, with her pussy still running with Tom's cum prompting Heather to complain, "Mom!"

Heather glances towards her granddaughter. "Don't worry, she is asleep, but I need to talk to you." she walks over and sits beside her daughter on her bed. "I know you don't like the idea of returning to him, but when Tom said he would like you to do something, it may not have been a direct order, but it is certainly an implied order."

Emma whimbers, "Mom, why are you telling me this?"

Heather grins at her daughter. "Because the sooner you accept this, the better it will be for everyone involved." Before walking out of the room.

Twenty minutes later, Emma's ears were greeted by Heather's moans again as Tom wanted sex again.

The next week was agonizing for Emma. Tom and heather were ravenous. It seemed like Heather and Tom just wouldn't stop having sex. If Tom wasn't at work, asleep, or caring for his newborn son and daughter, they were fucking. To make everything worse for her, Emma now believed that she had to join them. If that wasn't bad enough, she would have to pick a time to join them. She honestly wished that Tom would just order her to fuck him because the thought of willingly picking a time to fuck the man that raised her, even though he already gave her a child, still made her sick. But she would never openly admit that to everyone out of fear of giving Tom the idea of forcing her to fuck him more than once.

The situation didn't make sense to Heather, she couldn't deny the strong pull she felt towards Tom. She wanted him all to herself, to be his everything, especially in the bedroom. But deep down, she knew no matter how much she tried no matter how many daring or wild sexual things she opened her self up to, she could never full fulfill his every sexual desire. Because whenever Emma entered the room, even if Tom was doing the most **** sexual thing to her, Heather would always lose all of his attention shifted completely Emma. It was a bitter truth that Heather had long ago accepted - Tom truly craved Emma, he just didn’t want to **** her. Yet in this moment, Heather's own desires and wants faded into insignificance as Tom secret desire pleaded for Emma to join them. Her heart twisted with jealousy and longing, but she pushed those feelings aside and focused on making Tom happy, even if it meant sharing him with another woman.

So after few days later, with a blind determination to give the man she loved what he wanted, Heather pulled Emma to the side and told her, "Honey, I shouldn't have to remind you, but Tom really wants you to join us."

The words felt like lead on her tongue, heavy with unspoken emotions. Emma's eyes widened in surprise and confusion as she looked up at Heather, searching for some hint of what was going on behind her strained smile. But Heather refused to let any hesitation show, determined to fulfill Tom's wishes no matter the cost.

Emma let out a deep groan, her voice filled with frustration and ****. "I know, I know. I have already tried twice, but I just can't **** myself to do it. The mere thought of it makes me want to throw up." Her face contorted into a look of disgust as she spoke, her body language mirroring her revulsion at the idea.

Heather smiles at her daughter. "Well, you better get over that soon because if he gets annoyed with waiting, he might drop your score." Deep down, Heather knows that this new Tom cares for them too much to ever hurt them by dropping their score, but all she wants to do is make the new Tom happy and is willing to do anything to make that happen, including lying to her daughter.

Emma spent the next hour wallowing in disappearing as she tried to find a solution where she didn't have to willingly pick a time to join them. Eventually, she came up with the solution that if she joined them on their next time since she was just warmed, it would be like she didn't pick a time.

All that was left for her was to wait for Tom and her mother to start again. A wait that would be a bit because Tom wanted to spend time with his two kids when he got home. It filled Emma with an odd sense of pride watching Tom being a good father to her kid, a sense of pride she didn't want to feel.

It hurt her as a mother to watch her mother and Tom playing with her baby daughter and not being in there with them. If only its father wasn't the man who raised her, and she was a few years older, then this would be the life she wanted. But he was, and it wasn't, so she just had to be miserable watching her child play with her mother and the man who raised her.

It was time for the children to take a nap after an hour of playtime, so Tom walked off, giving Emma and Heather space to take them off to bed.

Because her child was six months older, it took Emma ten extra minutes to put her down for a nap. As a result, by the time she walked out of her room, her ears were already filled with Heather's moans.

Emma's mind was racing as she walked towards her parents in the living room, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn't believe what she was about to do - have sex with THAT man AGAIN. The only thing that kept her walking forward was that if she hesitated even for a second, she could no longer say it wasn't her picking the time.

Emma realizing that if she took any more time, she couldn’t use the excuse that made this at least a little bit less gross, she quickly steps out of her clothes and walks nervously into the living room with her tits and pussy out.

Where she saw Tom fucking her mother over the back of the sofa, doggy style, as her eyes rolled in a orgasm. They were enjoying themselves so much that they didn't even notice the extra body in the room, so Emma coughed. "You two look like you are having so much fun by yourself that you don't need me. So I'll just go." Hoping that it would work.

Heather felt Tom's eyes shift from her and lock onto her daughter's naked landing strip.

Heather knew that she would lose some of Tom's attention when Emma walked up. Still, It hurt Heather's pride as a woman to have all of Tom's attention so easily ripped from her body, but she told herself,' The only thing that matters now is Tom's happiness, and this is what it takes then I am ok with it.' As she heard Tom stutter, "No...No we... I want you here." He pulls his cock out of Heather's pussy, making a loud slurping noise.

Tom picks Emma up and sits her naked ass on the back of the sofa next to her mother's hips. From that position Emma fully expect Tom to aggressively thrust his cum dripping cock straight into her tight pussy, just like he was doing to her mother. But to her utter shock, he doesn't; instead, he starts carefully caressing and kissing his way down her body "Mo..m what's he is doing?"

Heather looks up at her daughter from her bent-over spot and notices what the man she loves with all her heart and considers to be her husband is doing to her daughter. "What he wants, just lean back and enjoy it; trust me, it will be good!"

Emma couldn't help but admit that the way Tom was gently kissing her down her body did feel good but she didn't want it to. What she wanted was for this to already be over and to be back in her room trying to forget this ever happened but , The excellent feeling took over her as her terrified eyes watched his lips get closer and closer to her womanly hole. A hole that just gave birth to a child six months ago. For some reason, her twisted mind has rationalized the idea of having him fuck her, but placing his mouth on her pussy was something else. Each time Tom inches his kiss lower, Emma would side her hips back to try to keep as much space as possible between Tom's warm, wet lips and her cold, dry, soft, womanly, motherly lips until there was no room left on the back of the sofa for her to inch to without her falling off. With his lips directly on her belly button and no other options, Emma pleads with her mother, "Why doesn't her just... you know, stick it in."

Her mother looks at her daughter. "Honey, don't worry, he will fuck you eventually, but he wants to taste your desire first."

In a state of terror from watching the lips of the man that raised her inch tower her pussy, Emma says, "But there isn't anything for him to taste."

Heather reaches out and touches her struggling daughter's hand. "Don't worry, Honey, there will be. He is really good, so just lean back and enjoy it."

That's the problem: Emma didn't want to enjoy it; she only wanted to do what she thought she legally had to and be done with it. But luckily for Tom, Heather noticed her daughter still resisting the pleasure, so she whispered into her ear, "Remember what I said about 'want' and implied orders."

That was enough to convince Emma that letting not Tom attempt to pleasure her was not an option. As a result, she quickly made up her mind that if this must happen, she wanted it to last as shortly as possible. On his next inch down, instead of sliding away, she slid into him, causing his lips to make direct contact with her pussy.

Emma wasn't expecting how good the hot, quick sensation of his lips on her lower lips felt.

His experience showed through as even though this wasn't the first time she had had a man do this to her, his sightless touch was already far better than any man before.

He knew exactly what to touch and how to touch it. Despite her mind hating it, the nature of her body quickly fell in love with the feeling his tongue gave her. Emma's mouth struggles to speak from the heat building inside of her. "Ok ... I am ...sure he can taste it. Aha... now... we can move on."

Heather sits up and leans her naked chest onto her daughter's shoulder. "Not yet. He wants to taste him more." She then glances down at her daughter's legs. "And from the way your legs are squeezing his head, your body wants to give him more to taste. So just let your body do what it wants."

Emma hated to admit it, but the tongue of the man who raised her quickly brought her to an orgasm, far quicker than anyone else ever had.

Emma squeaked "no" as she tried to fight back what was coming naturally to her body.

Hearing her daughter's resistance, Heather whispered, "Honey, even if he isn't ordering you, you can't win; he knows all your secrets and how to use them."

Emma whimpers, "How?!?"

Heather answered with a large grin, and the last thing Emma thought was, 'That bitch sold me out.' before a large orgasm blanked her mind.

Emma's eyes rolled back in her head as the biggest orgasm of her life ripped through her body like fire to twigs. It felt so good that it blocked her senses from the rest of the world.

She didn't know how long it took her to finally come back to reality; all that she knew is what made her come back was the sensation of his cock causing them both to come together. It felt so good that her legs uncontrollably held him inside her, despite her mind wanting to push him away. After ten seconds, Tom and Emma finally separated themselves and she sat on the back of the sofa trembling from the disgusting warmth of Tom's cum flowing inside of her and the large orgasm of her life as Heather turned to the man she loved. "Honey, if you don't mind, can you give us some space? I think she might want to talk to me without you around."

Everyone knew Tom didn't have to leave; he could order them to have the conversation in front of him. But after how much had happened and all the changes in Heather, he cared about them too much to do that, so he nodded and walked away, Giving Emma space to ask the question that had been bothering her: "Mom, why?"

Heather: "Because I love him."

Emma: "How can you love him after everything he did."

Heather: "Because he only did those things because of what we did to him. After seriously thinking about everything he has done for us and how he is treating us now, I just want to make it up to him by giving him everything he wants. You may not see it now, but he really was the perfect father and husband, and I was an idiot to treat him the way I did."

Despite Heather's passionate attempt, Emma's face doesn't change from the next of pleasure and disgust, so Heather continues, "How about this? Tom has the highest points in town, so he can order just about anyone to do anything he wants. You pick one person you want to sleep with, and if you can honestly say that it is better than what you just experienced, Tom will let you run off with him, but if it is not, you have to willingly join us every time from now on."

Emma scuffs. "And what makes you think Tom will agree to that."

Heather smiles, "Because he enjoyed you willingly joining us today that much, and I am confident that it won't be better with whomever you pick."

Emma looked down at the thick cum that was slowly bubbling out of her, and only one name came to mind "Garrett Johnson."

Heather knew she was going to pick him. He was the star football player in her high school class, and every girl in her grade wanted him. Heather knew that her daughter had a crush on him for years, but she could never get his attention with all the other girls flocking over him.