“Good boy. Ok little one – clean the puppy.” Master instructed Sandy’s father. For a moment he hesitated, his beet red face at having just peed in front of his daughter not sure whether he could now perform this last step, even if he had done it for Master many times. But knowing better however than to resist, he crawled over to his wife, and started to lick the salty tang of his wife’s pee-wet pussy lips, licking up the droplets that had remained after his wife had relieved herself. Knowing that Sandy was watching him made his cock ache inside his cage as he moved on to licking his wife’s thighs, too, making sure she was clean.
Master studied the expression on Sandy’s face. She had seemed quite excited before, but was clearly unsure about watching her father licking up her mother’s pee. He turned to the clean slave maryanne. “Clean the puppy,” he simply commanded, and without hesitation Sandy’s mom began the same process, however her job was a little impeded by the metal cage around her husband’s cock. Licking at it first, her face pressed under his belly, the scene still clearly confused their teen daughter, however also caused her a little mirth watching her mother now having to clean her dad up.
“Urine is sterile, Sandy.” Master explained. “As long as the person peeing is healthy, and the pee is consumed before anything can breed in the open air, it is completely safe. I am not asking your parents to do anything dangerous.”
Sandy glanced around the yard. “So long as the neighbors don’t see…” she said, even knowing it would take a neighbor to be peering over the tall fence to see them.
Master grinned. “Well, nothing has happened so far, and we’ve played quite a few games out here.” They watched as slave maryanne licked and licked at her husbands caged penis, and down his legs, using her tongue to mop up the mess of pee that he had made pissing out of his cage.
Once the puppies had cleaned each other, Master Nathan stepped over and gave slave aaron a pat on his side. “Good boy. Good boy!” He reached under the slave and gave his caged cock a little rub, which Sandy saw immediately made her father’s back arch. Still holding her father’s leash, Sandy stepped back a little watching the male – male interaction. She could see Master’s thumb was rubbing over the tip of the cage, clearly causing a strong reaction in her father.
Almost as if she was a jealous puppy, slave maryanne pressed her face into Master’s other hand. He chuckled, and redirected his attention to her. “And you were a good girl too, weren’t you, slut!” He gave her a pat too, and then reached under and Sandy watched as he pinched one of her nipples, immediately eliciting a gasping moan from her mother. Bringing his hand back up, he firmly ran his hand down the slave’s back, repeating what a good girl she was.
His hand rested on her ass, enjoying a little grope before he let a finger slide between her pussy lips and momentarily teased her clit. Although her husband had just licked up her pee, her pussy was wet from her pussy juices. Sandy stood awkwardly watching as she was reminded that this man seemed to have complete control over her parents. And that seemed to make them both horny as all hell.
“Now, did you mention a farmers market, slut? Let’s go check that out.”
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Chapter Eight
Master, Mistress, and their two slaves all disappeared into the Master bedroom to get ready to go to the market. Sandy wandered into her room, her head spinning a little from what she had just taken part in, and Steven hurried into his own room, too. There were no locks on the doors inside the house except the main bathroom, but at that moment Steven dearly wished there was one on his bedroom door. His cock was tenting his boxers, and there was a visible wet patch where his cock head was pressing outward.
Whilst Master had been giving Sandy a lesson in open-air urination with their parents, Mistress Erin had wanted to know all about how he had fared sleeping in his sister’s bed with her. When he initially said that simply nothing had happened, Mistress’s hand, which was firmly pressed against his loosely covered cock, squeezed. Gently. But pointedly. Steven did not have a great amount of experience with women, but he knew this type of behavior from an older woman, a friend of his parents – would normally very much not be “okay”. This wasn’t how a woman should treat a friend’s teenage son. But this wasn’t a normal friend, this woman owned his parents, and he was very much starting to see why.
“Remember, Steven. It’s just common courtesy to be honest.” Her fingers teased his cock, making it incredibly hard for him to think.
Nonetheless he recounted how he and Sandy had talked about what they had seen, but soon found himself confessing that Sandy had admitted she had been “excited”, at least until Master had involved their dad. All the while they could see out the window as Master guided Sandy with slave aaron and slave maryanne. Mistress’ fingers concentrated around the head of Steven’s cock, feeling his foreskin sliding back and forth over his crown, making him quiver slightly at such intense intimate sensations in such unusual circumstances.
“Did you hear anything during the night, Steven?” Mistress wasn’t asking him.
“I’d been dreaming, a nice dream… and…”
“Was it about your mom?”
Steven’s blush spoke for him.
“Don’t be ashamed. Most men dream about their mothers at some point. And they don’t all get to see their mother naked and leaking cum from their cunt.”
His cheeks flushed more intensely.
“I could hear her. Moaning. Master must have been…”
Mistress gave Steven a smile that almost took his breath. “Maybe. Or maybe it was me with my strap-on. It’s bigger than Master.” She chuckled at his wide eyes. “Go on.” Her hand continued very carefully teasing his young cock.
“Then I noticed it… the bed… it was shaking. Just a little. And I heard her. Sandy was breathing really – ragged. I knew what she was doing and I just couldn’t help it. I was so hard. Hearing her, feeling the bed, knowing the movements were from her touching herself…”
“Touching – what?”
Steven’s cock was pulsing under Mistress’ hand, but she suddenly moved her hand away.
“What?” Steven whimpered in confusion.
“Tell me what it was that she was touching.” Mistress wanted to hear him say it.
“This is so wrong…” Steven tried to be the good big brother.
“Do you want me to stop?” she asked with a lilt in her voice. “Talk about the weather instead? Or – continue?” Her hand closed back round his cock through the boxers and invisibly slid his foreskin over his sensitive head.
“Her pussy. She was touching her pussy.” Steven gave up his sister.
“Cunt, Steven. You’re not a child. Say cunt.”
“Sandy was – fingering her cunt,” he said, remembering vividly the moment in the darkness.
Mistress gave him another smile. “And could you smell her horny cunt, Steven?”
“Yes… she must have been really excited… and mom was getting louder too. I was trying not to move, I didn’t want her to know I was awake, was trying to be a good big brother, like you said.”