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Young Lust {Crimson and Azuriyuu} (Continued)

I grinned, looking down at your body. You were so helpless right there, like a little toy. Grabbing you, I grabbed your breasts hard and firmly, before I began to undo your corset, smiling a bit. “It does, doesn't it? I bet you're feeling all sorts of naughty things... all sorts of nasty, nasty things that you should be ashamed of feeling... Enjoying having a piece of rubber shoved in such a nasty, dirty, naughty place...” I said, admonishing you.

“I should spank you for that, take away your kitty, but I won't... because I can forgive even bad girls if they do things for me...” I said to you, before pulling on your hair after pulling your corset loose. “I need you to do something for me...” I said, shifting and opening my legs. My hard cock pressed up against your ass.

“Between my legs is a piece of my flesh that's very hard and firm. I need you to suck on it, without removing that piece of rubber from between your dirty legs, Little Concubine...” I said, looking down at you, a perverse smile on my lips.
 
Squirming in your grasp and making small sounds that could have been mistaken for protest as the ribbons holding my corset tight loosen, I watch your hands, fascinated as the ties fall away quickly. Shifting slightly any words forming on my lips turned to a surprised little moan as you gave my hair a tug, the sudden shock of slight pain making me shiver.

Forcing myself to concentrate and actually comprehend your words I almost couldn't stop a giggle, but instead let out a little mew, looking at you in mock confusion before feeling the hard press of your length against my ass. Squirming slightly and opening my eyes a bit wider, I blinked, blushing slightly before looking down, shifting just enough that I could actually see your cock.

Lips forming a small 'O' of surprise I blushed deeper again, chewing on my lower lip as if about to protest. Seeming thinking better I nodded slightly, sliding out of your lap to kneel on the floor between your legs. With slight hesitation I leaned forward, quickly flicking the tip of my tongue along the head of your cock before sitting back, blushing harder.

Though I did keep to my role, it was hard to resist the urge to simply lean forward and suck your entire length into my mouth. Sex was my favorite thing, it truly was my addiction, and one of my favorite things was giving you head. It never failed to amuse and arouse me, something that you seemed to enjoy immensely.

Finally giving up the fight and breaking out of the cute little girl mode for a moment my mouth opened wide and I wrapped my entire mouth around you, sucking hard and fast as a low, happy sound pushed from my throat.
 
Looking down at you I smiled as you seemed to blush softly at the sight of the little bit of flesh which had been inside of your body so many times that we'd lost count. As your tongue flicked across the head, I smiled, placing my hand on your neck, looking down at you. “Go ahead, little lady. It won't hurt you,” I said, keeping in character as I watched you, as you continued to lick it.

When all of a sudden I found my entire cock deep in your mouth I let out a shudder of surprise, looking down at you, grinning. Just because you were playing the sweet, adorable innocent little lolita type didn't mean you were going to forget all of your sexual knowledge, it seemed. Well, I liked it better that way.

“Aa...what's this? Why, I had no idea a little girl like you would be such an experienced slut... maybe I should spank you again, you dirty little child,” I said as my fingernails lightly scratched the back of my neck as I watched you letting out such a happy sound while my cock was lodged deep in your throat.
 
Squirming slightly to rub my thighs together, I let out another happy little moan around the thick, hard flesh in my mouth. It wasnâ??t any fun to be completely innocent, and I didnâ??t exactly have the patience for you to give me â??instructionsâ?? so I just gave in to temptation. Head bobbing quickly small hands wrapped around the base of your shaft, fingers stroking up to meet my mouth as I continued forcing your cock down my throat, suddenly deliriously happy to have you back. While youâ??d been gone Iâ??d been good, keeping my hands to myself and only masturbating to sate the urge to fuck, but it had been hard. Now that you were back, though, I finally had the perfect way to sate my hunger.

Without the slightest bit of hesitation my head pushed down further, small sounds escaping as I fought to breathe before my small mouth opened wider, tongue rolling over every inch of flesh I could reach until the soft, warm muscle ran over the warm skin of your sac. Suction increasing quickly, one small hand unwrapped from around your cock to settle at your sac, nimble little fingers carefully rolling and massaging your testes as I played. This was my favorite thing and it was obvious.
 
I shudder as your hands wrapped around the base of my shaft, moaning as my cock pulsed inside of you. Looking down, I bit my lower lip, panting softly as you pushed the head down further, rolling the tongue over the warm muscles of my body. Closing my eyes, I began to grab your hair and pull back on it before pushing it down, biting my lower lip as I begin to pant softly, looking off to the side. “Nnn...That's right, Little Lady...keep going,” I said, my breath hitched as my chest rose and fell, closing my eyes.

My toes were curling, my hands on in your hair were scratching your scalp as I groaned softly. “Keep going....that's right...”
 
Even without you telling me not to stop I wouldn't have. Already my eyes had rolled up to watch your face as I once again pushed myself down enough to swallow your entire length. The warm, almost hot flesh twitched and pulsed in my mouth, pulling small, eager little sounds from my throat as small fingers continued to play along your sac. No matter how many times I'd used my love of oral against you, this time I didn't want to make it last, I didn't want it to take too long. I wanted, no, needed you to cum. It had been too long already since I'd seen your face in the midst of orgasm and I missed it.

While sex may have been my addiction, you were a close second. It seemed to surprise many people, even you sometimes, but there were only a select few things I wouldn't do if you told me to, it all depended on your tone. Already you seemed to be catching on to the fact that, to win almost any argument, you simply had to stop fighting and tell me you loved me. While I knew it was true, there were still times when it caught me off guard.

Small, eager sounds pushing from my throat I didn't hesitate as I forced my head down further, your entire cock disappearing into my small mouth, throat contracting quickly as my tongue rolled along as much of your sac as I could manage.
 
Azuriyuu said:
I kept my eyes closed as I relaxed against you, pausing as I felt your smile fade without you looking at me. My eyebrow raised curiously as you began to mention you had something to tell me. â??What is it, honey?â? I asked, although I tensed instinctively, slightly worried as you mentioned that Iâ?¦ might be happy about it, or might not. As you wriggled away, I sat up straight, looking you straight in the eyes. My own expressionâ??s softness faded to a relaxed but determined seriousness, understanding the weight of the situation.

I could tell you were scared, and with that, I spoke up. â??Just say it,â? I said, the words themselves seeming impatient, but my tone betraying no such impatience. I was calm. â??Thereâ??s no need to be afraid of how Iâ??ll react,â? I tried to comfort you.

And then you spoke up.

â?¦I donâ??t really know what happened for the next thirty seconds, honestly. My mind locked up and I neither moved nor thought. I opened my mouth to say â??Thatâ??s impossible!â?? but somewhere logic got in the way and reminded me that I was supposed to be in Japan for three months, and you said you wouldnâ??t sleep with anyone(Even though I gave you explicit permission to sleep with women if you felt like it), so you wouldnâ??tâ??ve been on the pill.

â??Are you sure?â?? I almost asked, but again, my mind was quicker than my mouth and I realized you wouldnâ??t joke about that. Terror instantly filled me, and I was thankful for the darkness in the room. I wasnâ??t ready to be a father. You werenâ??t ready to be a mother. Mama would kill us. Papa would separate us. We couldnâ??t have this child! More and more fear filled me as I began to panic silently in the darkness of that room.

So I actually did go a few moments without saying anything even after I was thinking. I tried to think, but I couldnâ??t. My mind was completely locked up. So I said nothing, and I wrapped my arms around your body, pulling you tightly. Iâ?¦ calmed down a little. There we go. Calm. Iâ?¦ I didnâ??t want to destroy the life that we created together. I didnâ??t want to create such a life yet. â??Yetâ?? was the key word. But I did eventually want to have kids with you, rightâ?¦?

â??â?¦Our child will wear the crest I gave to youâ?¦â? was all I could think of to say. Even though I wasnâ??t ready â??yetâ??, life came faster than we could prepare for it, it seems.
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As the words fell from my lips I froze, watching you fearfully in the dimness. I couldnâ??t really make out your face all that well, but I knew something was wrong. You were so quiet for a few moments the only thing I remembered hearing was the rush of blood in my ears and the thump of my heart against my ribs. â??Oh god, heâ??s not happy, not happy at allâ?? I thought numbly, feeling a strange calm setting in. There was only so much information I could absorb in a day, and just the thought of you panicking about the pregnancy was enough to nearly break me. â??No, of course heâ??s not happy, Iâ??m not exactly happy about this eitherâ?¦but thereâ??s nothing we can do about it.â??

Sometime between laying curled in the bed in the fetal position and telling you, Iâ??d already made my decision in regards to our baby. There was no way Iâ??d be able to live with myself if I terminated the pregnancy, though I openly admitted to myself that we wouldnâ??t make the best of parents at the moment. If we could find someone to adopt, though, that might be an option, but I sure as hell didnâ??t want to just give up the baby. That would break something inside me that was already fragile enough. No, Iâ??d have the baby, even if it meant the rest of my life fell apart.

It was strange thinking about it as a baby. How could a tiny bunch of cells cause so many problems? That was a problem for another day, though. Letting out a breath I didnâ??t know I was holding when you finally pulled me close. Immediately wrapping my arms around your shoulder I clung to you, fighting back tears as I nodded slightly. â??Of course,â? I said softly, biting into my lower lip to stop any further comments. It had taken me a few hours to get at least warmed up to the idea of having a baby, but you would probably be panicking about it for a while. I didnâ??t want to push things, it was bad enough that it had happened, the last thing I wanted to do was push you away.

â??Donâ??t worry about mama, she already knowsâ?¦..sheâ??s telling Lowe after weâ??ve had the chance to leave the house for a bit,â? I sighed, pulling away slightly as I sniffled a bit. â??Iâ?¦..Iâ??m sorryâ?¦â?
 
I nodded numbly as you told me not to worry about Mama. Good. She would... well, she might understand, I hoped she would understand, I think she understands, oh god I'm hyperventelating.

...So after about half a minute of me breathing too damn hard for it to be healthy, I closed my eyes tightly and reopened them. My own eyes were beginning to wet from panic as thoughts ran through my head. I knew your opinion on couples getting married just because there was a child on the way, and I knew that if I even suggested it, well... that would be a quick way to say 'Bye, Jasmine,', and I definately didn't want that.

Actually, that thought made me panic even more and I squeezed you about as hard as I could for a bit, before realizing what I was doing and releasing you. "Ah! Jasmine! I'm sorry..." I said. Still, it was all I could do to keep myself from panicking completely. "Let's... y'know? Let's go get dinner," I said weakly. I didn't know what else to say. Or to think. Or do. All I could do was keep moving forward...

But after standing, I had one thing to say. "...Jasmine? I'm not mad at you," I said, breathing out. "Birth control isn't perfect anyways, so... we were always taking this risk," I said, placing one hand on yours and the other on my chest. In the dark, you wouldn't be able to see much other than my outline, but...

I was standing tall. I wasn't trembling like I was a few seconds. I stood solid, strong. I was solid and strong. I had to be, for you, for me. "The goddess blesses us. Let's celebrate tonight," I said, smiling. It was a genuine smile. There was fear in my chest, but I rammed it down so far into my heart that at least for this moment I could smile. "...But if Papa asks why we're smiling we won't say a damn thing, deal?" I asked with a chuckle.
 
Letting out a sigh of relief I nodded, giving you a small smile. "Deal." Sliding to the edge of the bed I paused on my knees for a moment to kiss your cheek before settling on the floor. You hadn't taken the news nearly as badly as I'd expected. That gave me a little hope, but there was still the issue of Lowe. Out of everyone who would eventually find out, he was the one I was most afraid of. I knew he wouldn't do anything to physically harm me, but something about the way he'd reacted to the simple fact of us sleeping together let me know just how badly he might taken the news of a pregnancy.

Oh gods, I have to tell my dad...he already hates you. My mother is going to have a heart attack....but I think Aunt Trisha will be happy for us. Sighing softly and running my fingers through my hair, I focused my attention on anything and everything else, chewing on my lower lip slightly for an added distraction.

We just have to get through dinner, that shouldn't be too hard....hopefully... Even with the knowledge the day might end horribly, I still had to smile. You hadn't panicked completely, yet. Delilah knew what was happening, and she promised to help take care of things. The best part of all, I was pregnant with your child.
 
I could not afford myself the luxury of panicking just yet. Yes, it was a luxury I had every intent of taking eventually, but for now, it was time to be calm. Although looking at you, I noticed that you were beginning to worry. "Hey, Jasmine, calm down," I said. "Don't worry so much, okay?" I said, giving you a smile in the darkness. I didn't know what else to say, but it was obvious that you were growing increasingly worried. "Anyways... don't say anything to Papa. If he notices that something is fishy, then..." I paused. If he noticed something was up, what -could- we say to Papa?

"We'll say that we're happy that I learned a new orange chicken recipe," I said. It was rediculous, but Papa pretty much figures that half the things I do and think are rediculous, so he wouldn't notice us being over-the-top happy about a recipe for chicken. Taking your hand, I headed downstairs.

Luckily, when we got downstairs, Papa was openly happy. That was a little scary. Papa typically wasn't 'openly happy'. His typical moods were 'neutral'(happy), 'somewhat pleased'(ecstatic), 'scowling'(neutral), 'frowning'(Unhappy), 'frowning and not making eye contact'(Infuriated). The only times he was openly happy was when Mama told him that he could fuck her in the ass that night.

Of course, when me and Mama were having sex then she let me take her ass. She absolutely loved it, but when she was with Lowe she kept it for him as a treat. I laughed a bit at that thought. "You're in a good mood, Papa," I said, and he nodded, putting an arm around Mama and kissing her on the cheek. "It's a good day," he said, even though I'd seen him less than fifteen minutes ago, and his face was neutral.

So yeah, Mama's getting it up the ass tonight. I grinned with amusement at that thought as I put an arm around Jasmine. "So who's on dinner duty?" I asked. "You and Jasmine," Mama said. "Me and Lowe are going to take care of some tax stuff that we need to clean up," she said, smiling as Lowe softly placed his hand on her ass stealthfully, hoping that we wouldn't notice. I did, but I didn't care.

Yep, I guessed it right.
 
Happily taking your hand and following you down the stairs I couldn't help but notice Lowe's smile. In all the time I'd known him, I'd only seen a full smile maybe twice, but he was grinning like a fool (at least for him) so I knew something was up. It didn't take long for me to remember what you'd told me about Mama's little 'present' for him at times, so I didn't bother stifling my giggle.

"We'll take care of dinner," I purred, giving Mama a smile as I wrapped an arm around your waist, tucking myself securely against you for a moment before pulling away. "Now you two shoo, go take care of the 'tax stuff'. Just don't take too terribly long." Giggling softly and taking your hand I pulled you into the kitchen with me, immediately sticking my head in the refrigerator and rummaging about. Freeing a package of extra sharp cheddar from its hiding spot, I hopped onto the counter and began to cut off small slices, popping them into my mouth one by one.

"Would you like me to actually help, or just sit here and look cute? I'm pretty good at both." Nodding slightly and tilting my head to the side, I hummed softly, feet kicking slightly. Since I'd told you about the pregnancy in the dark, I hadn't been able to gauge your reaction very well, but I had to admit I was rather surprised at how well you'd seemed to take it. I had expected something more along the lines of outright panic, but you'd held together surprisingly well; though I had the distinct feeling you were just waiting patiently for the change to have a breakdown.
 
Time passed and our household became nice and stable, though I admit that... we didn't really know how to deal with telling Papa about your pregnancy. It wasn't something anyone wanted to bring up. Still, I found myself enjoying your presence. I, of course did panic right around the time it was time for martial arts practice, which nearly ended with me putting my fist through Yuan's head during a sparring session.

Oh, yeah, my older cousin, Yuan Zheng. I was wanting to bring him up. He was a good guy. He moved in next door at the start of summer to apprentice in massage from his Aunt, my mom. He was... let's see, going back, he was mom's half-brother's son. Turned out that Bartiel Onyx the first was a very, very horny man, and before he married mom he had... well, let's just say that mom had a lot of older half siblings.

I looked at the family tree a few times and... holy fucking -shit- did Bartiel the first have a lot of babies. Goddamn. Mom was the middle child of from his marriage, but before then, Bartiel had five kids. His first was born when he was Vision's age. I heard that Bartiel always played some token role in all of his kids' lives, but reading between the lines I discovered the truth. At least two of those mothers were permanent mistresses that Grandma Bridget not only knew about, but was probably sleeping with on the side, as mom explained to me that polyamory and bisexuality ran in the family. Incest, too, she commented once with a small smile as she went all misty-eyed.

Speaking of mom, she had accidently let slip to Lowe that you were pregnant. He wasn't happy at all. In fact, he was so pissed off that he couldn't even stand to look at us, so he arranged with Yuan that we would take fifty dollars, go buy some food for Yuan's house and then we'd stay in Yuan's guest room for a week while Lowe thought of what he would do. Then he stormed off. It went better than expected, but then after we relaxed, mom said that she wanted to record something for you and we went to the front room. I thought that it was just the DVR, but then she blindsided me.

~~

That was half an hour ago.

I had been stripped naked, more or less against my will and strapped to a chair. I'd struggled and kicked, but my legs had been tied to the legs of the chair with a white silken rope, my arms tied behind my back and my head pulled back and held by a collar(Vision's goddamn shock collar!) which had been connected to the knots holding my arms together. If I tried to lift my head up, I would choke myself. Blindfolded and gagged I could do nothing except accept my fate.

"Hold the camera steady, sweety..." Mom told you as my cheeks burned red, and I swallowed a bit. I disapproved, but mom wouldn't be dissauded, she wanted this. Slowly, her tongue ran over the head of my cock again as I panted, biting my lower lip as my hips bucked up. Her fingers lightly played with my balls as my panting grew deeper as she looked into the camera that you were holding, smiling as she used one hand, reaching down and squeezing one breast for the camera, slipping her lips around the head, causing me to moan and pant, arching my back as my cock pushed deeper into her mouth, closing my eyes tightly as it pulsed in her mouth. Wrapping her lips around the flesh, she began to swallow harder and harder, the vacuum in her mouth making my cock throb even harder.

As it pulsed, she continued to jerk it off, looking over to the side at you as you held the camera as she sucked on the head. I bucked and moaned into the gag, trying to escape, trying to escape so I could destroy that tape, embarassment filling me as I choked myself slightly, trying to escape. She suddenly began to jerk as hard as she could, sucking almost violently, the vacuum causing such pleasure as my entire body tensed, toes and fingers curling as I tried to escape, tried to stop myself before I felt it.

My entire world whited out as I came, shooting the first rope of my seed deep into her throat before she suddenly ripped my cock from her throat, continuing to jerk and tug on it as my orgasm continued and I panted hard into the gag as she decorated her face in my hot, thick, sticky cum, moaning all the while into the gag, biting down on it. I came so hard it ached, my cock beginning to hurt as it pulsed and throbbed as each tensing of muscle fired more and more of my white seed onto her face before she moved up on her knees, using her huge D cups to rub my cock between, keeping it somewhat firm as she looked at you and the camera, her face covered in my cum as she smiled.

"I hope you enjoy the replay, Jasmine..." she said innocently to you, leaning in and kissing the head of my cock. I moaned. It hurt. Hurt and felt wonderful. I didn't know which one was more, but both were true.
 
For some reason it had almost escaped my mind that we still had to tell Lowe about the pregnancy. By the time he'd found out, I'd almost managed to convince myself that he wouldn't take it all that badly, but that didn't last long. I really didn't mind staying at Yuan's for a while, at least I had you with me, and no one had told my parents yet, so I didn't have to deal with their reaction. We would have to tell them eventually, but in the mean time I was enjoying just being around you and Mama, and Lowe.

The recording session was just one more reason to love Mama, and I had to admit that I found the scene both amusing and terribly exciting. One would think that you would be able to anticipate mine and her needs, but you always seemed surprised when you ended up bound and gagged. We enjoyed it, though, and I knew that when we played back the tape we'd be able to hear me giggling or purring in the background. I had to admit, watching Mama take complete control of you was one of the most erotic things I'd ever seen, and she looked so yummy covered in cum.

Anyways, when she'd finally finished with you I knew it was my turn, but I couldn't ever decide if I wanted to tape it, or just have my way with you. After all, you were already bound, and I was sure Mama wouldn't mind taping us for a little while. With a giggle I kissed her cheek, licking a bit of your cum from my lips with a smile as I carefully set the camera up so that there was a clear view of the three of us.

Without hesitation my skirt and panties hit the floor, quickly followed by my tank top before I took a seat in your lap. It was always amusing to me that I could get almost as much of a reaction just sitting and rubbing against you as I could by actually letting you penetrate me.

Wrapping my legs around both you and the chair I pressed tightly against you, wriggling slightly as I sighed happily and ran small hands along your chest, purring softly and kissing your throat lightly before pressing my nails into your flesh hard enough to leave small crescent indentions just above your nipples.

"You're so cute when you blush and struggle," I giggled against your ear, wrapping my arms around you before giving a gentle squeeze, resting my head just above your heart so I could listen to the strong muscle thumb against your ribs. "Maybe we should leave you like this more often. That way Mama and I can take turns with you without having to worry about you running off." Giggling softly and suddenly lifting my head to sink my teeth into your shoulder I pulled back after a second to look at the imprint of my teeth, purring happily at the red marks and intentions on your pale skin. "So pretty," I giggled, wriggling again.
 
I panted, moaning hard as I tried to lean my head to the side, though that was utterly impossible without choking my head a bit. My cock was already slightly tired as I tried to listen to what was happening. I heard mom giggling. "Oh, I see, the tripod... How fun..." she said, standing up and moving behind you, beginning to lightly caress your breasts as you sat on my lap. "Go ahead and fuck him, sweety... I'm gonna make a copy of the tape and masturbate over and over again... and I'll record that and send it to you," she said, giggling. That would've made me blush if not for the fact that my entire body practically was red with sex flush.

As your legs wrapped around me, I moaned, feeling your thigh press against my cock as it pulsed against you, shuddering as you said that you should tie me up. What about me? What if I wasn't in the mood? I hadn't been, I had been in a panicky state... still, the endorphins that ran through my body as I came made sure I wasn't. I let out a tiny cry of pleasure and pain as your teeth dug into my flesh on my shoulder and I began to grind upwards. It was instinct, it was nature, it was... I felt mom lean in; I'd gotten used to feeling different body language, I could tell that she leaned in to whisper something in my ear even as her breasts pressed against your back, her nipples rubbing against her back.

"Give it up, Bartiel..." she said, kissing my ear. I could feel my sticky cum on her face, getting slightly on my neck before she pulled back for a moment, using her fingers to pull it from her face before she began to rub it over your nipples, getting them sticky with my lifeseed, the seed that impregnated you before she moved back to my ear. "You took the name of my father and you became my slut... you became my bitch," she said, grabbing my hair and pulling down on my hair. I let out a cry as my cock throbbed. Oh god... why was my cock getting harder again...?

I wouldn't be able to look at either of you... this was so humiliating. "You're my toy, you're my dildo... I've given you to Jasmine to play with, to enjoy, because we're lovers, because my dildo should be in her pussy just as mine, so our fluids can mix on you..." she said. The thought of having both of your fluids dripping on my cock made it twitch and throb, growing harder as I let out an almost crying sound. I didn't want to think like that, but my cock couldn't stop getting harder and harder, pressing up against your thigh more and more.

She began to squeeze your nipples, pulling them out slightly from behind, tweaking them as she looked over your shoulder. "But that's what you are. A toy for me, and for the purpose of filling up Jasmine with seed..." she said, using her nails to trail down your abdomen, before going back up to your nipples, leaning in and kissing me on the neck before kissing you on the lips, getting my cum all over your face as I squirmed, wanting out of this humiliation.

And yet, wanting it to continue.
 
God I loved it when Mama urged me to fuck you. It was so kinky and terribly delicious that I nearly came just from imagining her taping us, and the visual of her stretched out masturbating repeatedly to the tape, well, that was...that was an amazing visual. Just watching the way she so easily dominated the both of us was fascinating, and a tiny bit humbling, but I'd ask how she did it later. Standing behind me using nails, fingers, and your seed as a lubricant, now that was -shiver- Mama sure knew what she was doing when she played with us.

Without hesitation I obeyed her orders, shifting in your lap until I felt you harden completely before lifting my small body and sliding onto your length. Moaning happily to once again feel my small body stretched tight round your shaft I reached eagerly for the gorgeous woman hovering over us both, eager little mouth quickly finding her breasts. Nipping, kissing, and suckling happily at every inch of flesh within reach it didn't take long for my lips to lock around one nipple and I immediately began to suckle slow and hard, moaning happily.

Hips rocking steadily my legs unwrapped from round your waist, small feet resting on the floor before I began to bounce, wriggling and writhing in your lap with small happy mewls and moans of pleasure. It had always been easy to tell that I was a nympho, I craved the attention and the sex equally, but you, you seemed to almost be in hiding, and I'd noticed something rather strange: every time your mother or I managed to dominate you completely and utterly you seemed to become that much more submissive and your sex drive picked up. It was almost as if, no matter how much you fought us, you really enjoyed everything we did, no matter if you'd admit it or not. Personally, I found that one of the most amusing, and arousing, things about you.

"He fights us for such a long time, but he enjoys everything we do," I purred, giggling softly against Mama's breasts as I pulled my mouth from her nipple, idly flicking my tongue over the hard bud as a shiver ran down my spine. "If we keep him tied down long enough, do you think we can fuck him into full submission?"

The question was more of a joke than anything serious, but I had to wander if it would work. I mean, it might be possible, and the idea of keeping you just for a living breathing sex toy was a bit of a turn on, but I also loved you being free to dominate me. I loved being fucked savagely against a wall, or on the floor, or, hell, on the kitchen table.

Continuing to bounce, writhe, and gyrate in your lap I felt the familiar pressure low in my body build steadily, a familiar pulsing heat low in my belly making me shiver as muscles tightened, walls contracting hard and fast around your thick length as I shuddered. "So big and hard," I cooed happily, letting out a soft moan of delight, "Better than any toy I've ever found."
 
I could hear Mama moaning as you sucked on her nipple, and she began to finger herself, smiling a bit, shuddering softly, closing her eyes and letting a purring sound escape her lips as she stood as she blatantly fingered herself for the camera. She wasn't trying to involve herself entirely in this 'scene', more happy to be the director and to dominate both of us, even though our orgasms were going to come from eachother...

I let out soft moans and cries, struggling as you grinded against me, panting as you suggested keeping me tied down. I tried to shake my head, but there wouldn't be any of that as I bucked my hips upwards against yours, my cock throbbing. I knew there was no way to get out, and I didn't want to get out. I wanted more, I wanted you to slam yourself down harder on you more and more...

My hips bucked upwards into yours as I began to groan and pant, my cock pulsing harder and harder as I felt you spasm around me, feeling you coming closer to your orgasm. You would cum before I would, long before, my body exausted and too tired to cum again, but I didn't care. I still humped upwards, obediently fucking you as you said I was better than any toy. It was demeaning, being compared to a dildo, but part of me screamed and begged to be used.

Mom, of course, had an evil idea... leaning inm, she licked your ear, running her tongue along the outside before she whispered something. "Don't make him cum again... instead wait until you get to Yuan's place and break that bed in..." she said, grinning wickedly behind you, massaging your breasts, squeezing them. "Now. Fuck him hard, and cum on him," she ordered you, reaching down and slapping your ass, expecting her command to be obeyed.
 
Already I could feel my breathing beginning to change, muscles tightening and spasming as I bit into my lower lip, trying to force myself back from the edge of orgasm as you bucked beneath me. That was my favorite part of being on top, I could hold myself back so much more easily, but when you were in control it was as if my body wouldn't obey my commands anymore. Not that I minded all that much, but I liked being the one who was in control sometimes.

It was funny to think about being in control with Mama purring and moaning against my ear, spanking me and giving me commands as if she expected me to follow her orders to the letter immediately. She wasn't far off on her expectations though, because a few seconds later I felt my body tighten, a cry building in my throat before I came, writhing and riding you harder and faster as I came.

It wasn't the first time of the day, not even close, but it was the first where I was in control, and distantly I could feel my cum dripping down my thighs, the warm, slightly sticky trails making me shiver as I collapsed against your chest. Giggling softly between panting breaths and kissing your neck gently I smiled, purring happily as I slid carefully out of your lap, knowing full well you weren't even close to orgasm yet.

â??Youâ??re right, Mama, heâ??s the best toy ever,â? I giggled softly, panting gently as I wrapped small arm around Mamaâ??s waist, gently resting my head on her chest.
 
I groaned and bucked up as I felt Mama strike your ass and send the motion through you. I felt you tighten and climax around me, feeling you riding harder and harder as I moaned, bucking up into you, pushing my hips up so that my ass was off the chair, lifting you up an inch off the chair as I groaned, writhing, my cock pulsing inside of you. I panted harder and harder as you collapsed against me, feeling your body on mine. I grinded my hips upwards into you, urging you to keep going before I felt you gigle and kiss my neck, then I felt you slide off of me. I shuddered, waiting for Mama to climb on top and have her way with me.

All I heard was Mama kept fingering herself, the sloppy wet sound continuing as Mama moaned. I felt the smile in your voice as you called me the best toy ever, and both shame and pride filled me up as I heard Mama keep fingering herself, the wet popping making me start moaning.

All of a sudden pain shot through me as Mana kicked the chair over so I was on my back, strapped to the chair, my cock standing up like a flag at attention before something engulfed me. Mama had more or less sat on my face, putting her pussy right against my lips. I couldn't breathe, but I knew what to do. She looked at the camera and winked, starting to moan as I furiously licked her clit, wanting to taste her cum as she pinched her nipple, using one hand to grab my head and force it upwards. She was pulling against the collar that I was forced to wear... God, I couldn't breathe... I knew that if I failed to make her cum I would choke out until I was unconcious, and then I wouldn't be let cum at all, so I attacked her clit.

She moaned, grinding painfully against my head before she arched her back, letting out a cry, spraying my face with her cum. She was a squirter, and I loved it, although I was glad for the blindfold, for else it would have gotten in my eyes. She let herself lean forward, panting harder and harder, looking at Jasmine with a grin, standing up and kicking the chair over like a harsh mistress in leather carrying a whip would callously kick a chair over.

"Untie him and get ready to go to the store, sweety," she said affectionately to you, kissing you on the lips before grabbing the camera and going to copy the file to her computer, her hips swaying and breasts bouncing as she walked away, leaving me on the floor exceedingly horny, demeaned, and wanting more than anything to be fucked until I came, no matter how shameful it was.
 
God I loved watching the two of you, it was always amusing, and amazingly erotic seeing the way she dominated you so very easily. Though I knew that it should be morally wrong, and I shouldn't enjoy the times nearly as much as I did, it was better than watching porn, hell, it was usually live on the floor, in the bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, or where ever the hell we happened to be when she decided to take advantage. And it was taking advantage, after all, you never seemed to be able to resist when it came to your mother, hell, you usually couldn't resist when it came to me, but put the two of us together and you were thoroughly screwed, both figuratively and literally. That wasn't even mentioning the times when it was only her and I, I swear, that woman had an amazing tongue, and I loved taking orders from her.

Looking down at you where you lie, still tied to the chair, cock still painfully erect I stiffled the initial urge to mount you again when she told me to get you ready to go to the store. Easily distracted by her kiss, and watching her ass sway as she sauntered out of the room, it was a few moments before my attention returned to you, and I couldn't help a giggle. Kneeling beside you and leaning close I purred against your ear for a second, small tongue darting out to taste the deliciously sweet, musky cum on your cheeks. â??Mmmm, yummy,â? I giggled softly, quickly untying the blindfold blocking your sight. Steeling a kiss in the process I made certain to pull away quickly before untying your hands and bouncing off after your mother with a giggle and little wave. Lowe wouldn't be home for another hour or so, so it was perfectly alright for me to bounce around as naked as I pleased.

Just in case you decided to try coming after me, I quickly locked myself in the bathroom, taking a long, hot shower to wash away the last traces of sweet and sex from my small body before heading for our room. I knew you were probably furious for being 'captured' once again, and irritated with both me and your mother for not allowing you to cum, but that only made me giggle again. You were so cute when you were angry, and I knew that you secretly loved when you were forced into submission. While I was usually your submissive, there was still that part of you that loved to be beaten down and fucked thoroughly with little to no regard for your own pleasure. God you were fun when you were tied down!

Giggling at that thought and ducking into our room, I chewed on my lower lip for a moment before slipping into a tiny red and black stripped short sleeved tunic that hugged my body like a second skin. Slipping on my Mary Janes and pulling my hair up into two high tight pony tails I bounced down the stairs, humming and purring as I looked for you, after all, we had to get to the store soon or Mama might start trying to make dinner again.
 
I continued to shudder as I groaned before I felt kiss my hear. I shuddered as you tasted the cum on my cheek before I groaned, slightly stunned by light suddenly finding itself engulfing the room as my eyes dialated to adjust. Feeling my hands untied, I quickly moved, using my agility to bring myself to my feet and grab for you, though being thoroughly fucked wore me down, so I was exausted. The smell of sex was driving me crazy as I shuddered, biting my lower lip. "Jasmine! Please... help me," I said, completely desperate as my balls literally ached as my cock throbbed, still leaking precum. I chased after before I came across the bathroom door, trying to open it, biting my lower lip as I tried to unlock the door before I realized it wouldn't open. With a frown, I shook my head, returning to my room to relieve myself...

...Before I saw mom smiling there, sitting on my bed naked, grinning. I was relieved that she was going to let me have some fun, she was going to relieve me. I approached her, and one swift movement from her caught me off guard and I realized I was mistaken.


When you came out of the shower, I...god, I felt like a slut. I was blushing, wearing a pair of japanese hakama-style pants in the kitchen, leashed to a little hook on the wall with a small padlock that only you had the combination for, by a metal collar that you had the key for. Mama had made sure that even though she could lock such things, she couldn't unlock them. My hands were behind my back, though they weren't tied, and I bit my lip in shame, although I shuddered, reaching up and touching my nipple before my back arched, both pain and pleasure erupting through me. I hadn't worn a shirt, because Mama wanted to show off my 'punishment', a piercing through my right nipple. Right now it was a simple bar piercing, and it was slightly red due to being newly pierced. Delilah was in the kitchen, smiling as I bit my lip. My hard-on wasn't visible, but that was because she hooked on a chastity belt.

"You better take him to the store before he continues being a bad boy," she said as I looked over at my red silken shirt and my red chinese coat. "...Can we go now...?" I said quiet, embarassment paramount in my expression and in my voice.
 
I was half way down the stiars before I spotted you and slid to a stop. Eyes widening slightly I took a moment just to take in the sight of you leashed to the wall, face slightly flushed, chest bare, embarassment written all over your face. A moment later my lips twisted into a smile before I began to giggle, nearly doubling over on the stairs. â??Oh gods,â? I giggled, catching my breath after a moment before hopping down the last few steps. Immediately moving to stand before you my eyes locked on your newest jewelry, and I couldn't resist looking at Mama and grinning. â??Mama, I love you, it's just what I've always wanted!â?

Giggling again and idly brushing a hand down your torso I gave the beautiful red-headed woman who'd berthed you a kiss before reaching into my dress to retrieve the key for your collar. I made certain to keep it with me since I never knew when I'd find you locked up in random rooms. Giving you a smile I just couldn't resist leaning forward to flick the tip of my tongue over the fresh piercing in your nipple, a small shiver running down my spine.

â??Time to go,â? I purred, voice slightly breathy as places low in my body tightened. It hadn't even been forty-five minutes since you'd been tied to the chair, and already I was more than ready to jump you, but that would negate your 'punishment', so I'd have to be patient. â??Don't worry about him, Mama, if he's a bad boy while we're gone I'll just have to put the collar back on. I'm sure I can find somewhere to tie him along the way. There are lots of benches and light poles along the way.â? Blowing a kiss to Mama and opening the front door, I stepped out into the sunlight with a sigh, shivering slightly before tucking small hands into the tiny pockets at the waist of my tunic. It was going to be a very interesting day. Though I was a bit sad to be leaving the house, your cousin seemed to be nice, and I knew we'd have more privacy, though I personally didn't mind at all when Mama would come visit us in the middle of the night. At least this way we wouldn't have to catch some of the irritated glances Lowe cast us.

Glancing behind me before tugging on a lock of my hair, I began to hum the tune that had been stuck in my head for the last few days. I'd heard it somewhere before, but I couldn't quite remember where. It was almost as if it were a song I'd heard when I was very young, and now couldn't pinpoint. It didn't bother me all that much, though, as it seemed to soothe my mind when I was worrying about something without even realizing.
 
I crossed my arms under my chest as I watched you thank mom for me like a Christmas present. I was still slightly indignant, but I was growing less and less indignant over time, although mom was beginning to dominate me more and more, as were you. I was slowly being turned into a house toy, and I secretly loved it, even though it was an open secret. "Here's a little money to get him an actual piercing, just keep that bar in there unless you give him something else," she said as I watched her slip some extra money into your bra, using the oppertunity to grab your nipple as I shifted just slightly uncomfortably before you approached.

I gave a very light yelp as you flicked your tongue over the nipple. Oh, god, it was even more sensitive than normal... I hardened so much in my chastity belt, that with my blue balls I began to make a whining sound like a dog. Once you unlocked me, I frowned, crossing my arms. "You aren't leaving me tied up to a post," I said to you flat-out, but then I smiled slightly, before I slipped on the silken shirt, thankful for it's softness against my painful nipple. I really wanted not to wear a shirt, but I probably should in public, especially if we were going to the grocery. I grabbed the coat and slipped it on before grabbing one of the sets of keys for the household, looking back at mom with a smile. "Is it okay if I take the car, since we're picking up groceries?" I asked, and Mama paused, before I saw a dark grin come over her face. I rolled my eyes. "Yes, that means I'm leaving my motorcycle here and you'll have to bring it to me to pick up the car..." I was tackled.

"H-hey, stop that!" Heading out, I smiled, reaching down and grabbing your ass, giving it a squeeze as I leaned in and kissed your neck, reaching up to squeeze your breast, looking at you with a grin. "Mine," I said, asserting just a hint of dominance, chastity belt aside; your pussy was mine, after all. I needed it, badly, and it was mine, anyways, to take when I needed, and I needed. But you wouldn't let me have what was rightfully mine... My balls hurt so much, I was so horny I could barely think as I wobbled into the car. Once you got into the car, I took off, for the grocery store. The drive was boring and uneventful, though I kept shifting, my shirt glancing against my nipple and especially against the piercing as I drove slowly, trying not to let my arousal distract me on the drive. "Jasmine..." I said, pulling the car to the side of the road, looking at you pleadingly. I didn't care that we were in public on the side of the road.

"Just... just undo the belt, Jasmine," I said, begging as I gazed at you.
 
Though the drive might have been boring in the beginning, by the end it turned out to be extremely amusing, at least to me. For some strange reason it always amused me to watch you squirm in discomfort after Mama and I had taken our turns with you, especially when you weren't allowed to cum. What surprised me, however, was that while I caught a few glances and gropes along the way, you didn't simply pull over and yank me into your lap, something that would no doubt have ended your suffering. I was a bit disappointed about that, but not much. At least this way I was actually able to enjoy the sight of you shifting, trying to get more comfortable in the chastity and ignore the way the barbell in your nipple caught on your shirt. God I loved piercings!

By the time you'd actually pulled over, I was barely managing to contain my laughter, and for a moment I just looked at you before bursting into a fit of giggles. Laughing hard enough to leave myself gasping for air, I wiped a small tear from my eyes before simply grinning at you. "So, you want me to take off the chastity? Why should I? It's your punishment. Mama told me you've been a very, very bad boy lately, and I'm inclined to believe her." Nodding in feigned seriousness, I smoothed the soft cotton and silk of my tunic down further on my legs, brushing a strand of hair from my eyes.

"And besides, how do you know I even still have the key? Mama could have easily slipped it out of my bra while she was putting in the money. I was a bit distracted, while she was doing it, so I wasn't paying much attention." Grin melting into an innocent smile I tilted my head, giggling softly. I knew first hand just how uncomfortable the chastity belts could be, but that didn't mean I would let you loose. After all, I liked seeing you completely restrained with no hope of escaping, that was one of the reasons Delilah had done it, obviously.
 
I bit my lower lip, my entire body going crazy as my cock twitched in the chastity belt. It was uncomfortably tight as the chastity belt constricted me, and my nipple still throbbed dully with an incredibly arousing pain. Dammit... I didn't want to be aroused by that... But I shook my head as I looked at you as you said that I'd been a bad boy. I needed it, I needed to have sex, I needed to fuck you. In a desperate ploy, I tried to gather my up my dominance, grabbing your crotch and roughly groping you, looking at you with a dark grin. "I've been no worse than you have, little girl," I said, panting softly.

Leaning in, I kissed you on the lips, deciding to reach up, grabbing your breasts to try to search you for the key, moving my hands around, kneading them in the car as we stayed on the road. God, sex was such a big part of our live, but it was beautiful. Leaning in, I kissed you on the lips, looking you in the eyes, my breath hot against yours. "I love you, Jasmine... And I need you," I said hungrily, leaning in and biting your neck. "Give me your pussy, now, Jasmine," I ordered.
 
Shivering delightedly as a hand slid between my legs I wriggled in your grasp, purring happily and pushing the wet heat of my body against your palm. I loved it when you got all dominant and demanding, there was almost nothing better, but you weren't going to win me over this time. It was your turn to be kept in chastity, after all, I went weeks without so much as a kiss when you'd gone on your trip. Payback is a bitch, but for the time being I could at least enjoy the groping. So, instead of pulling away, I pressed closer, leaning eagerly into your hands and kissing you back forcefully, letting out a little whimper in the back of my throat as places low in my body tightened in anticipation. Gods how I wanted to crawl across the seat and sit in your lap, but I would refused. Contrary to popular belief, I did have some self control.

Unable to help a giggle at your demand, I groaned delightedly as you bit my neck, but I forced myself to move away, wriggling away from the hand between my thighs. Putting myself on my knees in the seat I leaned across you, catching your lips with mine before nipping your lower lip punishingly. While you were distracted I quickly slipped the key to your chastity beneath the seat, glad that the small magnet on the back would keep it in place, though you didn't know that.

"You're not getting the key," I purred against your lips, "And you're not getting my pussy, either." Gently kissing the tip of your nose, I slid back into my seat with a sweet smile. "You'll just have to be a good boy and wait 'till we get to your cousins."
 
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