A Family Man: Part 6 Crossroads by DevilBehindBlueEyes.
Please read Parts 1-5 for the backstory leading up to now of David and his extraordinary journey through life. , After our mother cleaned her wedded children of the residue from their marital union, I released her of her duties and she left the room. I spent the rest of the day in bed with Dana and she alone tended to my needs. When it came time for dinner, the other women would prepare it and bring it to our room, but it was Dana who would take it and serve me personally. I broke her in orally as well as anally that night, but all my semen I deposited into her womb.
I couldn’t get enough of my sister, nor she of I and we brought each other off multiple times. While I withheld cumming for the week leading up to my marriage with Dana, it was not something I would repeat. Aside from the fact I loved fucking my women too much, I loved fucking Dana too much in particular to forego her pleasures. Besides, Bonnie had been such a good girl for her patience that she really did deserve a good regular pounding. However, I was going to be marrying Danielle the following week and for her sake, I did hold off for the two days prior so I’d still have plenty of cum for her.
Our wedding, while a carbon copy of the her sister’s, was carried out with no less pomp and circumstance. Dani’s collar was just like Dana’s except it was silver plated instead of gold, signifying Dana’s position over her sister-wives. Once again, our mother gave her daughter away and performed her duties as she did with Dana. Even though Dani was my sister, our union was not as mind-blowing as it was with my twin, but it did have its own unique appeal.
To call Dani ‘underdeveloped’ would be an understatement. She was twenty-one and she was just barely taller than our mother, if even by an inch, but she was smaller in every other catagory and had a body of someone half her age. She was just one of the reasons I wanted to wait until my daughters were older to bleed them, because I had to be very careful I didn’t hurt Dani, even if she didn’t want me to.
Dani thrived on being little and made it part of her persona to act her size with me, even taking to calling me ‘Daddy’ despite not being pregnant. It was understandable for her to have ‘Daddy Issues’, considering she was denied service to her father by his failing health and death. Indeed, she took the loss of Travis the hardest, as being his had been all she wanted her whole life and every time it looked like he might be well enough to take her, he’d fall deeper into illness until his life finally ended.
Like I said, I had to be careful with Dani because of our differing sizes. Her ass was the only hole of hers I could enter fully, but even then I had to be careful not to be too rough. She of course begged to be wrecked, but she was a slave, of couse she cared little for herself when it came to pleasing her owner and husband. It fell on my shoulders to decide between my pleasure and the girl’s welfare. Because I couldn’t get my whole cock inside her pussy or mouth, I contemplated not impregnating her, concerned that our daughters could be equal to if not smaller than her, not to mention, whether or not she could even carry a child to term. However, when it came time to marry her, I relented and emptied my seed into my older sister anyway. There is no question, her dimiuative size did do wonders to facilitate a unique experience that if my daughters had even half the enthusiasm of Dani, I’d be hard pressed not to bleed them as soon as possible. Still though, for all the aspects Dani brought to the table to fulfill a specific niche in our relationship, she was not my Dana nor our mother.
The experience when I consumated my marriage with mother was on the scale of Dana and I’s union. Mother was much smaller than Dana and suffered from the same issues I had with Dani, but there is just something about releasing yourself in the body of the woman who carried you. Sex with my mother was unlike anything I experienced with any of my other women, mostly because there is nothing like a mother’s love for her children. Even though I am the dominant and mother the submissive, there was still that sense of nurturing, security and parental guidance when I was inside her. She made me feel like a little boy again and every thing she did was solely toward my benefit and making me feel good. She told me that from her perspective, the best servant to a father is a daughter and the best servant to a son is his mother and she was grateful that she had the privilege of having been both.
While I tried to impregnate all my women, I knew mother was entering the second half of her menstrual cycle when we were married and wouldn’t be fertile for nearly another month. That didn’t stop me from trying to give her my seed as much as possible though. Of all my women, mother was the one I wanted to plant a child inside of most. Unlike my previous two marriage ceremonies to my sisters, mother didn’t have anyone to attend to her in the sense that she had for Dani and Dana, which was fine. I wanted my time with Mother to just between us during our consumation and I think it was appropriate that mother alone was allowed to dote on her son, husband and master. Like any good mother, she loved being the only one in the room with me and being the only one to attend to my needs. If it were not for Dana, there is no question I would’ve made mother my first wife and alpha sub. I made a mental note that if I ever decided to have a second alpha, someone only below Dana and I, it would definitely be mother. Our Saturday went off like clockwork and mother and I did our best to make up for eighteen years of seperation. It was Sunday morning when I got an unscheduled call from Mel and Aud.
It had been nearly two months since I’d sent Melanie and Audrey out west to get her divorce from Robert. I didn’t want to do it from our home in Illinois because I didn’t want Robert to know where we lived nor did I want interstate bureaucracy mucking things up. I sent Audrey with Melanie, because I didn’t want Melanie to go through this alone and I couldn’t come for fear of upsetting Robert and making the process harder than it needed to be. Still though, we knew that while drawing up the paperwork would take very little effort or time, getting a court date for the judge to approve it could take up to a year. Fortunately for us, Mel happened to find Karen as her attorney.
Normally, the girls have a scheduled time to call me and we’d give updates and share words of love so I knew it had to be important for them to break with the schedule and call in the morning. It turns out that a lot had happened behind the scenes that the girls were keeping from me, like the fact that Karen had figured out about our relationship, for one. One issue with maintaining a routine is it is easy to pickup on, which is sort of the point, but that also makes it easier for anyone else to pickup on, even if the routine doesn’t apply to them. Mel told me that while they’d only call me when Karen wasn’t in the room, she still deduced that she and Audrey might be seeing the same man. Her suspicions were heightened when both she and Aud started getting morning sickness around the same time as well. To make a long story short, Karen had confronted the girls shortly before I left for Wisconsin to find my family and they’d been keeping this from me since.
I understood why Mel and Aud thought it might be best to hide this from me though. Why add any undue stress to me when, after the divorce would be finalized, they’d be back home with me and Karen’s knowledge wouldn’t matter? However, they also knew better than to discuss our arrangement with someone outside our circle and having done that, they kept it from me out of fear. They knew delaying in telling me wouldn’t help their cause, but when one day turned into two, then four, then eight, they thought it better to keep digging the hole and hope it all blows over and I’d be none-the-wiser.
This is why dominant’s keep their submissives on a short leash, because they are prone to doing things contrary to the dominant’s interests. The girls were cornered when Karen confronted them about our arrangement and being givers, nurturers and wanting to make people happy rather than upset, they folded like lawnchairs. If I were there, I would be able to hold my ground and lie my ass off convincingly to keep Karen in the dark, but that is not the kind of person a submissive is. Mel and Aud, all of us for that matter, were deeply in debt to Karen for allowing Mel and Aud into her home during the divorce process and as such, they felt obligated to come clean when Karen confronted them, to make Karen happy, as it were, since I wasn’t there to take the reigns. Ultimately, Karen finding out was my fault, as I never should’ve expected Mel and Aud to be able to keep our secret indefinitely.
I kept my disappointment, in the girls and myself, quiet for the moment, as I listened to Mel spell out the reason for the call. I already knew a lot of Karen’s situation and why she allowed Mel and Aud to live there during this process, but I also learned a lot more about what had been going on in the background.
Karen’s whole life was upended when Robert and his firm came after the oil company her husband worked for. Robert was the attorney who handled the case and he destroyed the company. During the trial, it was discovered that Karen’s husband had embezzled millions from the company and from the government subsidies. Once the company had been picked clean, the government came after Karen’s husband. Rather than face the next fifty years in prison, he decided to be a coward and take his life. In doing so, he voided all of his insurance policies and left all of the expenses for his wife and daughter to absorb. Needless to say, they had to sell off everything, including their house and cars. In just a few months, Karen went from living in a hillside mansion to living in government apartments, like my mother and sisters.