Kendall's brother, Oliver, in drag.

Oliver meets her again, this time wearing pink lingerie. The crotch of his panties are nearly flat his penis is so small, and it amuses Kendall to see it. She silently compares him to James and has to hold back her laughter. It is still strange for her to see him dressed like a woman, but his beauty is not lost on her. Oliver is equally as beautiful as Kendall is, Kendall realizes, and he is many times more proficient at using makeup. She doesn’t know where he learned it, but he always looks so elegant when she sees him. Beside him, Kendall feels like a cheap hooker.

Kendall follows Oliver up the stairs, watching his skinny ass flex with each step. In the living room, she finds James seated on the couch, half-naked as always. Today, he wears a tee and a pair of stained briefs. His hairy legs are parted as he watched tv with a beer in hand. Her mother is leaned against him, tracing her fingers along his chest and sometimes feeling his crotch. James pays her no mind, not even when she feels him through his briefs. He doesn’t even acknowledge Kendall when she arrives.

Kendall joins them quietly, kneeling at James’ feet and silently taking to his toes. She massages his right foot first, sniffing it and breathing it in before slobbering on him. She rubs his legs, too, running her fingers through his dark, thick hair. Staring at his crotch, she can see the heft of him but notes that he is still not yet hard. Judging by his glazed eyes, Kendall can tell he’s not yet interested in coming. She had left her home under the assumption of getting fucked and is now disappointed to realize she may not even get to stroke him. Still, she belongs to him and knows better than to complain.

Even without a word said, however, her mother can see her clear disappointment and responds with a wink. Kendall, seeing the wink, smiles and sucks one of James’ big toes into her mouth, slurping it loudly and with enthusiasm, savoring his flavor and stench in the process.

They have supper shortly afterward, Oliver announcing it before leading everyone back into the dining room. James sits at the head of the table and is served a big, heavy burger and a greasy plate of French Fries as he likes them. His women, Oliver included, are allowed salads around him. Kendall picks at her food while watching James in disgust. He eats like an animal, chewing open-mouthed and talking throughout. Oliver waits on everyone like a servant, serving seconds at James’ command and refilling drinks. Kendall looks at her mother and gets another smile and wink afterward.

Rather than watch James, Kendall uses the time to assess her mother. Paige has changed so much. Without ****, she is thoughtful and aware, even kind in a way. There is still the acerbic bite of her mother that remains. Even James gets that sometimes, too, but that is central to who she is. The baggage has faded, though, replaced by submission and rapture. Without so much hurt, Kendall finds, her mother has more room to be thoughtful, careful, and kind. Though she would never admit it, Kendall is happy for her mother and grateful for the sudden affection, especially in these strange and trying times.

For Paige, it was different. While she has always loved Kendall, she has always resented her, too. Kendall was born lucky, a beautiful girl with a beautiful mind. Her life was difficult, but when she met Jackson and started settling down, it seemed to Paige that Kendall was getting something she had never experienced herself—a genuine and pure love.

Paige had been drinking all of Kendall’s life. She knew what a failure she was as a person, and she had become a failure of a mother, too. That is how she saw herself, and she never pretended to be anything else. When Kendall had found not only happiness but a way out, it didn’t feel like success to Paige. It felt like she was surpassed and, maybe in a deep part of her that she would always struggle to accept, like she was being left behind.

Then James came along, and he ruined Paige and redeemed her. He took away the ****, the smoking, and gave her a clear purpose, a metric by which to measure her worth by. She became his slut, and then she knew who she was and what she was meant to do. She committed to James and was freed of her stress, from her failure, and from the burdens that both imposed on her.

When James mentioned Kendall to Paige, Paige saw a distant opportunity for both to have their ****. She didn’t believe it, though, until she saw it. Kendall on her knees, nursing James’ toes had been a delight. Kendall eating his asshole, however, was all the proof she needed. Her daughter was gone, broken by James, and Paige loved it. Kendall on her hands and knees with her asshole getting reamed, though, was when Paige finally felt camaraderie for her daughter again. It was when she chose to be a mother again. It was when it became clear to her that not only was Kendall not leaving, but she was no better. Hell, if anything, James favors Paige, and that makes Paige the better one.

Supper ends and James takes both women back to the living room while Oliver cleans up. Kendall is still hungry, only having picked at her food, and her arousal only makes it worse. James strips his briefs at the couch and sits with his legs parted. His fat manhood slaps against his bulbous belly as he settles. With his legs parted, she can see the darkened cleft of his ass and it produces a strange, distracting stirring in her loins.

“James,” she whispers. “I thought we would have…” She stops, sighs, and reconsiders what she means to say. “I should really be getting home,” she finishes. “The cuck will be worried.”

James, who has been grinning to that point, frowns and the air goes tense. He does not move, but his glare has become a hard blow for Kendall’s sensitive soul. She winces. “Fucking excuse me,” he growls. “Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to? And who will be worried again? And why the fuck should I give a shit about what he worries about?”

**** to ease his frustration like a child, Kendall stammers. “I’m sorry, daddy! I didn’t meant to up…”

“Damn right you’re sorry, you stupid sack of shit! I can’t fucking believe you! I got half a mind to…”

Kendall winces, expecting physical retribution. Instead, Paige intervenes, placing a placating hand on James’ chest. He turns his glare on her, but it lasts only long enough for him to huff before he begins to pout like a giant, furious child. Paige meet his rage with a calm smile and speaks in a measured but understanding tone. “Now, James, sweetie, you have every right to be angry. Kendall should respect you as both her future father and her big-dicked master. However, you also ordered her to keep a normal life with her cuck as a punishment for her previous infidelity, and as a mother myself, I can’t blame her for wanting to get home and see her children off to bed.”

As Paige speaks, she gives Kendall a smug stare. Kendall is grateful for her mother’s assistance, but the display is not lost on her. This is her way of showing Kendall how much power she has compared to Kendall. James is still the king of the house. They both know it, but Paige has considerably more pull than her daughter does.

“Though, Kendall, we both know where your priorities should lie, don’t we, young lady?” Reaching down, Paige cups James’ heavy, hairy balls and purrs. “Your daddy comes first, literally,” she says, laughing. “Mm, but you’re a good girl, and you work so hard. You’re still learning.” Paige smiles at James. “I think we can forgive her just this once, don’t you?”

“I guess,” James says, still pouting. Looking at Kendall, his pout turns to a haughty glare. “You should thank your momma, slut. She just saved your stupid ass a beating.”

Kendall, who likes the idea of a spanking but knows it would be much more and much worse than that, nods shakily. “Y-yes, daddy.” She looks at her mother and whispers, “Thanks.”

Paige winks back as James parts his legs again. With his balls being teased by Paige, he is already quite hard, but he still wants more. “Now,” James growls. “No more barking and bitching about your little cuck waiting at home for you. You get your ass over here and do your fucking job.”

Staring at his darkened, hairy ass crack, Kendall nods and falls to her knees. She shuffles forward with saliva gathered in her mouth. Tongue wet, she touches his asshole and brings James to a steely, almost painful hardness. Holding him, Paige feels the change and laughs, stroking him as her daughter obediently ears his asshole.

“It’s always impressive when she does that,” says Paige, who is now stroking James from root to crown as she leans over to watch her daughter work. “And it gets you so fucking hard.”

Below, Kendall has her eyes closed as she laps at James’ stinky asshole. His balls are at rest against her forehead now, and she is hugging his thighs, wholly devoted to the task. For her, it is an apology meant to show James both her devotion and her guilt. For Paige, it is a source of endless amusement and arousal as she sits back laughing.

“My God, what a slut.”

Even through the laughter, Kendall can hear pride in her mother’s voice and begins to feel pride in herself in turn. She has never in her life before wanted to be considered a slut. In fact, after the birth of Penelope, she was often given the label against her will. Now, tonguing James’ asshole while her mother watches and strokes him, she can think of nothing better to be. Opening her eyes, she stares up at him and finds only his massive testicles there, hiding the obvious joy which marks him.

Buried by him, Kendall moans and works her tongue harder. James’ asshole still reeks, and the flavor is revolting. If asked, Kendall cannot honestly imagine a situation where eating James’ asshole will ever be pleasant to her. Still, it does please her to do it because it turns them both on. This is because her relationship with James is and has always been defined by control. His asshole is awful, but licking it is a display of his control, and doing it is the only way in which she can exert control over him in turn. Knowing that she can make him diamond hard with a flick of her tongue is intoxicating for her, and the pride in her mother’s voice has only made it more rewarding.

James leaks precum, and Paige gathers it with a coo and strokes it down his shaft. “Oh, see that, James? Do you see what a good little slut she is for you? There’s no reason to hit her, at least not as a punishment, is there? She’s such a good girl.” Paige smiles at her daughter. “Are you a good girl, Kendall?”

Face buried in James’ ass crack, eyes closed as she works, Kendall nods and moans. “Mmhmm!”

James moans, too, and cups her head to hold her in place. “Fuck!” He releases her, panting. “Get those plump lips up here! I’ma’ fuck your throat!”

Smiling, Kendall purrs as she licks her way out of his asshole and up to his balls. She tastes them on the way, mewling as their familiar, masculine flavor works to displace what he left on her tongue. She kissed and licks his shaft on the way up, whining , the taste of him made better as it replaces her shame. On her way up his shaft her phone begins to ring, buzzing and chiming from her purse across the room. Kendall ignores it, too drunk on James to care until he pulls her off of his dick and slaps her across the face.

“Hey, slut, what the fuck is that?”

Kendall stares at him dizzily, tongue tasting of many different parts of him. She smiles vaguely as she looks him in his clear blue eyes and giggles. “I don’t know,” she says. “My phone? Maybe the cuck is calling.”

James, noticing the way her eyes follow the movement of his dick, laughs and smacks her again. This time, it is affection, a love tap as he holds her in place. “Maybe you should go answer, then.”

Kendall whines and takes hold of his shaft, stroking him slowly. “I don’t want to, daddy. I just want to throat you right now.” Moving just a few inches forward, she kisses his cockhead in a show of want.

Still holding her head, James gathers her hair around his fist and holds her poised to take his cock. “There’s a good girl,” he croons. “Now, open wide.”

Paige stops James as he moves her daughter. Taking hold of him, she kisses James into silence while removing his hand from Kendall’s chestnut hair. Then, angling his cock away from Kendall’s lips, she laughs to herself as she listens to her daughter whine. “Go and answer,” she says. “And then bring it over here so you can throat your daddy while your cuck is on the phone.”

James’ dick visibly twitches, swelling fatter at the suggestion. Feeling this, Paige laughs and kisses James again and is rewarded with a cupped rear and two thick fingers in her pussy. She coos into his mouth, tasting him as she does. Kendall, meanwhile, goes to her purse in a fugue.

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