She hesitates

You notice Caroline hesitate for a moment. But you're not upset. It's okay, you think. It's okay that she has to be eased into some things, considering what she just did for you without hesitation.

In fact the idea that she's still hesitant to do certain extremely dirty things, but you know will eventually be eager to do them with time, without being **** to, is going to be part of the fun of this little game you're playing.

You walk up to her. "You don't want to ?"

She doesn't speak. She seems unsure if she's only allowed to say 'yes' again. To be honest, you're unsure too.

"Have a seat in that chair." You say, ushering her toward an old rocking chair in the corner. "Tell me about your daughter some more." you want to hear her talk like a mother again. It turns you on, especially knowing what's going to happen.

"Well... like I said she loves sewing which is a new hobby of hers. She likes purple and horses. She plays the flute. She's always been a good student, a great student really, honor roll for the past two years." Hearing her gush about her daughter with a mouth still covered in dripping spit and a face still covered in cum is almost enough to make you hard again instantly.

"Tell me about your son." You say. It's time to up the ante

Caroline takes a breath. "He, um, is a big history buff. He likes the civil war and video games. I guess all boys are into video games..." She trails off.

"How old is he?" you ask.

"Same age as Zoe. They're twins. I'm sorry I thought you knew. Joey. Joey and Zoe. I know, I was young and stupid when I named them...."

"Does he have a big cock?"

She does her best not to seem shocked, but you can tell she is. "I... I don't know... sir" she's trying to keep up her submission through her surprise.

"Yes you do."

She lowers her eyes. "It's okay... for a boy his age it's... yes... it's pretty good sized."

"You have one other daughter don't you?"

"Yes." Her answers have gotten shorter and quieter now. "In college."

"What's her name?"

"Shannon."

"What does she do?"

"She's an athlete. She's a track runner and swimmer. Very athletic."

"What does she study?"

"Economics. She's very smart. She's..."

"Is she as dirty as her mother?"

Caroline's breasts are heaving heavily now. She's nervous. She's excited. She's been pleasing you for the past little while but has yet to cum herself. "I don't... I'm not sure... well maybe... she has a pierced tongue."

You smile. There's your answer. "I see. How many cocks do you think she's sucked?" Caroline doesn't answer. "Do you ask yourself that? Have you ever wondered?"

"Yes." She raises her head again, filled with a little more confidence as if the act of saying 'yes' to her master has filled her up.

"Do you ever wonder how many girls have sucked your son's pretty good sized cock?"

"Yes." Her hands slide down her naked torso, down her hips, and begin to rub her thighs. You can tell she wants to slide a finger or to into her wet slit.

"Do you ever wonder how many people have tasted your other daughter's young pussy?"

She bites her lip. "Yes master."

"You you want to rub yourself off?"

"Fuck yes master" She squirms on her seat. It creaks. Her body glistens with sweat. Her pussy is soaked with juices.

"You may... only if you take a pair of Zoe's panties and put them in your mouth." You demand.

Caroline's hesitation has disappeared. She slides forward and opens a dresser drawer.

"STOP!" you shout. Caroline freezes. Her body trembles. She needs to get off so badly. "From the hamper" you say. "I want you to have the taste of your daughter's cunt on your tongue when you cum.

You wonder if she's going to hesitate at this.

She doesn't.

She stands, walks over right next to you where you don't realize the hamper is located, until she bends over and grabs a pair of pink and blue polka dotted panties from it. Then, looking up at you with eyes dripping with submissive desire, she slowly turns the panties inside out, so that you can see how willing she is to taste all of little Zoe's crotch.

Then she shoves them in her mouth.

You slap her across the face. She falls on the bed. You jump on top of her and slap her again.

She moans. She slides her fingers into her slit. She moans louder. It's muffled by Zoe's dirty panties.

"Do you know why I'm slapping you?" You ask.

Caroline nods, panties in her mouth, throat moaning, face turning red, as she plays with herself at a level of intensity you've never before seen.

"I'm slapping you because you please me." You say. She nods, her eyes start to roll back in her head and close. "I'm slapping you the same way you're going to slap Zoe when she pleases you."

Caroline nods and moans.

"The same way you're going to slap Shannon." You slap her again.

She nods and moans.

"If your girls aren't already sluts like their mother, we're going to make them, aren't we?"

She nods and moans.

And that's when you notice something. Something out of place. Something out of the corner of your eye.

"STOP!" You shout, and Caroline immediately throws up her hands, as if she had **** in the matter.

It's impossibly cruel to deny her her orgasm at this point. She pants so heavily as she stares up at you, her eyes a combination of desperation and disdain.

But what you've seen in Zoe's room is too important. It has to be immediately addressed.