They want your sausage

Note: Like I said before I'm following the other chapters by FictionLord for this alternate version. It's fairly similar and I copy pasted a couple of FictionLord's stuff to try and keep things similar. So don't give all the credit to me. ON TO THE STORY!

Things got very heated as the three of you began eating. Your mother and sister made sure to make overly exaggerated moans of delight when taking bites of their food. Between their bites, they kept looking at you seductively, running their tongues along their chicken as if it were your cock they had between their lips. From their things went farther as the two began to feed each other, first with their hands and then with their mouths. They would place the food between their lips and then go in for a kiss with each other.

Watching this show unfold right in front of you, a tent started to form in your shorts. You’ve had sex so many times, yet they were still able to get you hard. Pretty soon your mother noticed your growing erection “Oh Erik, I didn’t know you got sausage with your meal. Do you mind if your mommy and sister have some?” Your mom asked, her hand lightly massaging the tent in your shorts.

“Oh, I don’t think I’d mind one bit.” you reply.

Both of them then share a look, your mother smiling, and your sister, looking more anxious. The two of them slide off the couch onto the floor. Your mother pulls on your shorts and brings them down along with your boxers, freeing your restricted cock from its domain.

“Why don’t you take the first bite, Ashley.” Your mother says.

At first, your sister is hesitant, memories of your punishing throat fucking from this morning fill her mind. But further coaxing from your mother has your sister enveloping your cock in her mouth. Leaning back, your groan in appreciation and enjoy the moment. As Ashley gets into the motion, your mother pushes in to start licking and massaging your balls. The feeling of having both women wrapping their mouths around you is like a wet heaven.

Reaching forward you run your hands through their hair giving it a little grip. You let them control the situation but keep your hands there, reminding them of who is really in charge. “Oh fuck, just like that ladies.” you exclaim, motivating them to work double-time.

Ashley is more energetic, working herself to please, trying her best to fulfill her role as your personal slut. She's practically giving herself a throat fucking. The way your mother acts still resembles a mother caring for her child. With each dive on your cock she goes slower and deeper, all while making eye contact with you. The sight is so hot, and you can no longer hold out.

Pushing the two of them off, you order them to kneel side by side, before spraying your load all over their faces. Ashley shuts her eyes in disgust, but keeps her mouth just slightly open in fear of the consequences of failing her role as your slut. Your mom, on the other hand, continues to stare lovingly at you, opening her mouth wide with eagerness to receive her share.

Feeling spent you pull both ladies back onto the couch. “What made you girls decide to do that?”

Ashley just lets out a grunt of disgust while she wipes her eye. “Mom said she wanted us to do something special for you. Did you really have to cum on our faces, Erik?”

“Ashley!" your mother yells, giving your sister a stern look "Don’t go souring the mood. I want you in my room right now for your punishment. It seems you still haven't learned how to be a good slut for your owner."

"But, Moooom..." Ashley protests

"No buts! For now on your going to have to make sure Erik is pleased with you. It’s just the way things are. Now get! I'll be there in a few for your punishment. And that cum you've wiped off your eyes better be in your mouth when I get up there!”

Never in a million years would you have thought that you would one day be sitting here while mom lectures Ashley on how to be more cheerful when receiving a facial. And she clearly has accepted her role as the harem matriarch. Not that you have much of one at the moment.

You spend the next couple of minutes finishing lunch with your mother, before she heads up to her room were Ashley waits for her punishment. You tried to pass the time with video games, but it wasn't quite as satisfying as sex was and it was hard to concentrate with the sounds coming from your mothers room.

As night came around, your sisters punishment was over. The two went into the kitchen so they could prepare dinner. Your mom took the time to give orders to Ashley on how to cook the food and prep the table. As the three of you shared a nice dinner together it was clear your mom was fully committed to her role. With confidence and the tone of both a mother and a master she spoke up. “Ashley sweetie. Mommy’s still feeling horny right now and needs you to get under the table and eat her out.” As soon as the last words were uttered, the only sound that followed, was that of Ashley’s fork falling out of her hand. So yeah, dinner was quite nice, especially while hearing and watching your mom enjoy Ashley’s tongue.

Once everyone was done with their meals and mom was sated, you brought the girls over to the couch to tell them about your plans for tomorrow. You started with what you thought was the good news, that being taking them to a tattoo shop to make your ownership of them permanent. You weren't sure how they really felt about this news, their faces looked happy and excited that their owner was going to make his mark on them permanent, but at the same time they seemed a bit horrified. It was as if there was still something buried deep down inside them that knew this was wrong and it was afraid to be lost forever. From there you moved on to the bad news, that being the message you had gotten from dad. Your mother looked a bit gloomy she didn't want to leave the house she'd raised both her children in, and your sister wasn't just gloomy but furious.

“But what about college, I still have one more year left for my bachelor’s degree, and I’d be leaving my best friend, Sabrina!”

Trying to calm down both of your women you reassure them that you won't be leaving. "Don't worry, I'm not going to let dad scare us out of here. I'm sure that the three of us together can come up with some plan that will let us keep this house."

Things were quite for a while while the three of you thought it over. Each one of you spatting out ideas as they came to you until pretty soon a plan had formed.