With concerning enthusiasm

Patrick removes his hands from their heads for a few moments, to allow him to unzip his pants, and release his cock through the hole. It’s already fully erect, and relatively impressive, definitely above average in size.

By the time Patrick’s hands have returned to their resting positions on the backs of their heads, Stacy has already leaped into action. Staring Wilma directly in the eyes, she grabs the base of Patrick’s shaft with one hand, to allow her to angle it towards herself, and drop her open mouth over its tip.

To seal the deal, she gives Wilma a cheeky, teasing wink as she begins to bob up and down, fellating her fictional father for the camera.

A shiver of self-consciousness runs through her as she remembers that crowds of spectators often form around active games, up in the casino world, and that an unknown number of real people might be watching her act like a dirty incestuous slut on the tablets at her game table. But she forces those fears down, knowing that they are the least useful thoughts she can be having at this time.

Wilma is pouting now, which at first Stacy is happy about, thinking it means that she’s succeeded in unsettling her opponent. But the more she looks at that pout, the less it looks like a pout of disapproval, and the more it looks like a playful pout of disappointment, as if the only thing that Wilma really cares about is that she didn’t get first dibs on her husband’s tasty piece of meat.

As Stacy sucks, unsure what to think about Wilma’s reaction, Patrick keeps speaking, as if neither of them were even there.

“As I’m sure you’ll agree, Andrew, it’s not just enough to just have gotten married and raised a kid. That’s not, on its own, in my opinion, enough to call yourself a ‘Family Man’. I don’t want to name names, but there are a number of my peers who look as though they are are in the same boat as me on the surface - stable career, attractive wife, smoking hot daughter in her late teens or early twenties, but when you actually get to know them, and discover their lifestyle, you may be surprised in how much is just, well, not quite there.”

Stacy’s had enough of sucking this cocky man’s cock already. And anyway, this is clearly supposed to be a double blowjob scenario. So she decides to put Wilma to the test once and for all. She gives Patrick’s cockhead one last loving slurp as she removes it from her mouth and angles the meatstck in the other direction, right towards her rival. She stares Wilma right in the eyes, trying to put on the most naughty smile she can muster, her challenge clear.

But Wilma isn’t even looking at her. All her attention is focused on Daddy’s dick, and as soon as the angle is correct, she surges down to accept the tip between her lips, placing her hand on top of the one Stacy is using to hold the cock. Stacy immediately feels uncomfortable with this intimate touch, and slips her hand away, making sure to maintain as positive or at least neutral an expression as possible.

“You’re referring to their sex lives.” Andrew clarifies, as the video call continues above the women’s heads.

“Not just sex lives. Every aspect of domestic life. Many men really struggle to get their families to accept the modern ways.”

Wilma begins bobbing up and down, much like Stacy. But Stacy can see that Wilma is also making sure to work her tongue around the head with each bob. Her technique is honestly masterful. Who is this woman?!

“Taming the shrew, as it were.” Andrew contributes.

“Taming the shrew is the easy bit.” Patrick chuckles. “If your wife doesn’t already know her place by the time you’re married, God help you. No, it’s when your rebellious daughter turns 18, and is asked to discard her freedom and adopt a lifestyle of submission, that’s the true test of a Family Man.”

Stacy desperately tries to tune out the horribly misogynistic and disturbing things the man she’s supposed to be orally servicing is saying, but she just can’t. She realizes that she’s doing less and less smiling, and more and more holding her mouth open with shock. She just hopes it looks like she’s impressed by her mother’s oral skills, or something.

“A test you believe your peers have failed?” Andrew asks.

“Fail is strong word… People succeed to different extents. Do your women keep your house in order? Do your women stop talking when you tell them to? Do your women attend to your physical needs whenever you want, without complaint? Many might be able to say yes to one or two, but rarely all.”

Wilma pops off the cock, and passes it back to Stacy. Her ‘mother’ wiggles her eyebrows, and smiles deeply, unsettling Stacy in exactly the way that Stacy was hoping to unsettle Wilma. Is Wilma really enjoying this as much as it looks like she is?!

It doesn’t matter. All that matters is that Stacy puts on an even more impressive show than her rival. She dives straight back down on the dick, going deeper than last time. Not bashing against the back of her throat, but making sure to show just how dedicated a blowjob she can give.

“But you can say yes to all?” Andrew asks, curious.

“My family don’t just attend to my needs without complaint, they do so with enthusiasm.” Patrick boasts, as Stacy continues to fellate him to the best of her ability, and Wilma watches on, grinning silently. “And at the same time. There’s very little they won’t do. If I was standing right now, Wilma’s tongue would probably be digging into my asshole.”

“That’s… More than I needed to know, Patrick. But it’s undeniably impressive, if it’s true.”

“That’s nothing.” Patrick continues boasting proudly, the constant oral stimulation apparently settling his nerves and replacing them with overflowing pride. “I’m proud to say that both Wilma and Stacy are fully trained ass-to-mouth whores. As soon as I withdraw my cock from one of their assholes, the other knows to immediately take it into her mouth and suck it clean.”

Stacy baulks, knowing that if this was ever required of her, she wouldn’t be able to bring herself to do it. Turned off by the ‘dirty talk’ of the man above her, she pops off the cock and send it back to her rival. Wilma, to her credit, once again doesn’t hesitate, and quickly devours as much of the turgid rod as she can.

“Fascinating. That sounds terribly humiliating for them, and likely tastes unpleasant…”

Wilma chooses this moment to begin something truly outrageous. She pushes her head down much further than is clearly comfortable, trying to **** Patrick’s cock right back up into the rear recesses of her mouth. She emits a weird ‘glurk’ noise as she does this, and Stacy’s mouth goes wide with shock. Wilma wiggles Patrick’s cockhead around the entrance to her throat, and then suddenly bounces off, pushing the penis, with is fresh coating of throat-slobber, back towards Stacy. Stacy forces herself not to think about how gross this all is, and dives back on, accepting the sloppy manmeat back inside, trying her best not to reflect on whether she can identify the taste of Wilma’s throat on the dick.

“Yes, that’s what makes ass-to-mouth one of the most deeply submissive acts one can perform. But there is nothing these two won’t do for love.”

At that, Patrick suddenly stands up, causing both Stacy and Wilma to tumble to the ground. Especially Stacy, who had been mid-head-bob on Patrick’s cock.

“Lose the dresses.” Patrick barks.

I’ll do anything he asks, just please no butt stuff! Stacy silently pleads to the universe.

Stacy and Wilma quickly obey, discarding their dresses, revealing what Stacy had been able to feel all along - they weren’t wearing any underwear.

“Underwear is strictly forbidden in this household, unless you’re about to go out, or have just returned home.” Patrick explains as he removes his own clothes. “It serves as nothing but an annoying barrier to entry, I find.”

Andrew chuckles. “I feel like I’ve seen enough, but it looks like you have a further demonstration planned, so go ahead.”

“I thought you might appreciate seeing how I play these two off of each other, to help push their boundaries and reinforce their obedience.” Patrick says calmly, now fully naked. “Wilma was understandably jealous, and somewhat upset, when I started to prefer her daughter’s pussy over her own. So I **** her to double-down on this discomfort, delegating her the task of preparing her daughter for me, choosing the position I am to fuck her in, and assisting by guiding my cock into her pussy.”

Wilma immediately leaps into action, silently guiding Stacy to get off the floor and lie with her back on the sofa. When she feels like Stacy isn’t moving fast enough, she gives Stacy a firm spank on the rear. Stacy is so relieved that Patrick’s dick is going to be going in the front way and not the back way, that she doesn’t even care about Wilma taking liberties.

Once Stacy is in position on the sofa, Patrick gets into position at her crotch, and allows Wilma to do the honors of guiding her husband’s penis into her daughter’s snatch. Before she removes her hand, Wilma gives Stacy’s clit a few cheeky rubs, sending further sparks of shameful pleasure through Stacy’s body.

Before Stacy can even really process what’s happening, she’s being fucked on camera by this cruel man.

“Fascinating.” Andrew breathes.

“My daughter, for her part, had a strong aversion to anything involving her own mother. She felt uncomfortable with her even being in the room, never mind pleasuring me at the same time. But that was nothing that a bit of strict training couldn’t resolve. Less than a year later, I’ve turned her from someone grossed out by other women, to an extremely diligent rug-muncher.”

Wilma understands her role immediately, and before Stacy can stop her, Wilma has squatted over her face, pressing her folds against Stacy’s nose and mouth.

Stacy reflects that she was probably quite lucky that she didn’t have a chance to react, as she doesn’t think she would have been able to stomach this sudden bisexual experience if it hadn’t been **** on her like this. She’s never even looked at another vagina closely, never mind had one firmly against her lips, and been expected to orally service it.

And yet if she wants to get rid of her conversions, that is what she must do.

She tries one experimental lick, and finds that it tastes just as weird as she expected. Perturbed, Stacy forces herself to try again, going a little deeper this time. It’s just as bad as the first lick, if not worse.

No, she’s definitely not going to enjoy this. But that’s not going to stop her doing her best either. She has to win this.

And so, with her mean old dad railing her pussy from below, she pushes her head forward and dives into her ‘meal’, strumming her tongue mechanically for all it’s worth, just forcing herself to deal with the fact that it’s an unpleasant task that must be done.

“Oh…” Wilma sighs with pleasure, and shudders a little.

Ugh. The fact that she’s making her rival feel good just makes this even worse.

…Or does it? Could it be that she’s straight as an arrow too, and in fact she’s getting slowly freaked out by how good this feels?

It’s worth a shot. Stacy snakes her tongue out of Wilma’s hole and focuses on the place she knows Wilma will feel it the most - her clit. And meanwhile, she snakes a hand up to play with one of Wilma’s nipples.

Focus on your pussy, and not your tongue. Stacy tries to tell herself as the scene continues, with undeniably pleasant sensations coming from downstairs, despite her dislike of the man doing it to her.

Andrew whistles. “You three could be porn stars.”

Patrick chuckles in response. “If you reckon this looks straight out of porn, I wonder what you’ll think of the finisher.”