Why do you ask?

I am momentarily shocked to silence before I answer, “Why do you ask mom?”

“Because… you own several women and it wouldn't be wrong if you fucked them but, a part of me wants you to myself, even though I’m your property I can’t help but want to hog your love and attention.”

I smile at that and kiss her cheek, “I wasn’t really planning on it but if I ever get that desire I promise to tell you so we can talk about it then.” She nods with a small smile and we kiss. “But you know there are going to be times when I can’t give you my full attention, because of other girls no less.”

“Oh?” My mother’s tone is curious with a slight bit of worry.

“Yep, children can be a handful and something tells me all our daughters won’t be any exception in that regard.” Her look of surprise and giddy joy was just what I was going for and we resume our celebratory joining.

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After a few weeks we’ve settled into something of a balanced routine. We have less constant sex than we did in our “Honeymoon” as it were but we still fuck at least if not twice a day. Our maid has to clean our bed every few days, speaking of Crystal, because she hadn’t seen my mother’s tattoo she actually had a funny interaction with me where she asked about if we were related in a concerned way. Obviously we never bothered to be quiet enough for another in our to not hear. I confirmed she was my flesh and blood mother but ordered her not to tell anyone about our personal information without permission.

And though she was loyal to me she still expressed concerns(after asking permission) and only relaxed when I showed my mother’s marked back to her. I got a twisted idea to punish a maid that had I not owned her would have ratted us out. I pulled Sarah aside to ask her opinion on having Crystal watch us fuck. She didn’t much care, “You own her baby, what is there to be embarrassed about?”

I walk back to my maid and begin to provide her new orders, “You are no longer allowed to masturbate to or fantasize about anything but the sight or thought of myself and my mother making love in some form. You may only fantasize about other matters with permission but you are free to watch myself and mother engage in sexual acts whenever and be as close or far as you’d like provided you don’t interfere with us or slack in your duties.” She nods and I take a moment to think, “Just to be clear you aren’t allowed to have sex with anyone without my permission, and no one is fucking you before me, not that I think I’ll fuck you. But you are mine and if anyone does fuck you it will be me.”

Nothing happened with her the first night of that order, or the next. But the day after she came to me for permission to masturbate to some regular porn, which I denied. Again silence for a few days, then one night as I left the master bedroom to get a drink after plowing Sarah into the bed I heard something from my old room.

I cracked the door and saw my maid laying half naked on her bed and jilling-off, given my orders she must have gotten horny enough from hearing me and mom to finally give in without explicit orders to enjoy it.

The thought was so hot, and I couldn’t wait to see her watching me and Sarah someday soon, seems like a matter of time really.

It only took a few more days before I saw her peeking through the doorway as my mother rode my cock. Given we were in cowgirl position she couldn’t see Crystal but I could from my laid back position. And judging by the flush on my maid’s face she probably couldn’t take it any more and needed to see the real deal.

I took hold of mom’s hips and fucked her just a little harder to her delight, as I occasionally looked at the woman whose sexuality I bent to my will. Not changing it but ensuring everything that she could do was within rigid guidelines to **** a change. If I had made her enjoy it with an order it would be like replacing a plant with a perfectly shaped plant, this was more like putting a plant in a box after pruning it to grow to shape.

When we had achieved mutual orgasm my mother lay on me recovering, I looked over her shoulder and saw Crystal shudder as she clearly came from jilling off to the sight of a parent and child embraced in post-coital bliss.

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As the weeks went on at some point mom noticed Crystal watching us, not too big of a surprise she did so almost every night since she started getting ever closer to the action.

Our own personal maid and voyeur, I think part of Sarah liked having the captive safe audience. Not just because she became more energetic in bed when she knew the maid was there, which is an achievement given our base energy level, but also because of her dirty talk.

We were no strangers to dirty talk by this point, but mom’s took a particular turn. She would really emphasize our relationship, and what our maid’s place was, “A cock-craving celibate pervert voyeur” as my lover so aptly put it. Though I preferred when she called Crystal “a Ruined Slut” or “a Cockless Finger-fucker” to be honest.

I’ve said it before but I guess I had to get my kinkiness from somewhere. Though the extent my mother met, matched, and sometimes surpassed me was surprising.

One particular night while the three of us engaged in our nightly ritual: me fucking and leaving a cream-pie in my lover’s cunt as our maid maturbated naked with her digits in and out of her pussy; the phone rang. Mom had cum before myself or Crystal so she moved from my side and got the line before anyone else.

“Hello?” Sarah questioned before her face broke out in a smile, “Lily! It is so good to hear you how have you been, and how has Emma been?”