Incest/Taboo A Gift From His Father

Elizabeth pulled her now visible clothes on as the others began to dress; the pastor was the first to notice how much thinner his wife looked, and how baggy her outfit seemed, except for her breasts which were barely contained in her dress. Her bra was now way too small and she stuffed it into her purse along with her panties that were now too big.

The new friends exchanged goodbyes and the pastor and his group departed, leaving Mary, George, John and Elizabeth. John did his amazing clean and dress ritual and took care of Elizabeth too, which left Mary and George to sort things out between themselves.

As John was about to depart his mother called to him, they hugged and she asked, "Have I ever told you how much you remind me of your father?"

John smiled and replied, "No, I don't think you ever have."

"Well it's true." They kissed gently and soon John was sitting in Elizabeth's BMW 760Li, as they discussed their next destination.

"I guess we can head home." John said. No sooner did the words leave his mouth than his phone rang. It was Chance.

"Hey big guy, how's it going?"

On the other end was a frantic Dinah. "Master, you must get here at once." He heard the sound of breaking furniture and the noise of a grand battle being fought.

"My former mistress is here and she has attacked Mr. Chance. I think she means to kill him. Please hurry."

Jacqueline Winchester Smith wandered through her massive mansion occasionally letting her hands land on mantles and furniture, checking to see if the "help" had been dusting, still dressed in the attire she wore to the cocktail party and fund raiser, and carrying her expensive high heel pumps. It was an elegant royal blue number, which fit her tightly and showed off her dynamite figure and fabulous legs. It was the first time that she'd worn anything but black to one of these functions since her husband Dr. Zachary Smith died. It was over a year since his untimely passing and about time that she put herself back on the market. She still fended off potential suitors of both sexes, she wasn't interested in them in the least and left the party early. What she longed and lusted for was her husband's illegitimate son. She had to admit that she was enamored with John. He could literally take her breath away by just being in the same room as her. He did possess a lot of his father's charisma and confidence but it was much more than that.

Although it had been hours since she'd seen him, it had been weeks since he fucked her and she really missed him. No one had been able to make her climax like John, not even his father and he had really rocked her world. She doubted that she would see him any time soon and as she slowly made her way to the third floor master wing, she realized that she'd have settle again on masturbating. It was what John had ordered her to do as punishment for attempting to sodomize and kill him when they had first met. That was a long time ago, he'd been with her several times since then, but never removed the order. She had asked once, and he refused. Why hadn't she asked again later, once they had been more civil and loving? Could it be that it was the closest thing to being with him when they were apart?

Fortunately, since money was no object she'd invested in the world's best sexual toy and she rode her Sybian like she wanted to ride John. It was her best kept secret, not even her daughters knew of it and she kept it hidden in plain sight. It looked like a shoe box or something and she used it daily, sometimes for hours.

Unable to find any dust and satisfied that the staff was doing a satisfactory job staying on top of the cleaning, Jacqueline climbed the elegant staircase to her wing. All three girls were together having gone out to see the latest sci-fi thriller, Marvel's Avengers: Age of Ultron. She remembered how excited they were to see it. She found sci-fi silly and boring. She rarely went to see movies, preferring the theater and symphony instead.

So, she had the house to herself, again. As she entered the massive master bedroom she could hear sounds of passion and the unmistakable low growl of her Sybian in use.

Who would dare invade her space and who knew of its existence?

She didn't have to tiptoe; the soft plush carpeting masked any and all footfalls. Turning the corner and walking towards the fireplace and the lounge, she saw a naked woman from behind. The woman sat perched on her toy, rocking back and forth with sweat pouring off her body, flushed and attempting to suppress her screams of passion. She wasn't succeeding. Her head suddenly shot backwards and she appeared to be howling at the top of her lungs as she shook and panted as she convulsed while the machine did its job.

One of her maids, Jacqueline realized she didn't know which one; she hardly paid attention to them when they were dressed. Naked, who knew they were this beautiful and sexual? She was intrigued, no longer angry at the invasion of her privacy. She wondered what the maid would do when she realized that she was caught, would she run, try to deny it?

She laughed to herself as she remembered the infamous line all caught and embarrassed cheating mates say, "This isn't what it seems!" Perhaps she'd try to pretend that she was simply cleaning the machine and it turned on by accident. She was trying to find out how to turn it off, when things got a little out of hand. Jacqueline laughed so hard now that she dropped her shoes and was holding her side as she tried to cover her mouth while watching the amorous young maid. Jacqueline realized that she couldn't be much older than her own daughters.

Suddenly, the machine was turned off and the room became quiet accept for the maid's moaning and broken English. "Fuck, came too hard, (pant) hope didn't break me, fuck! (pant) And then she rose off the machine and Jacqueline watched as two large phalluses emerged from out of the young woman's pussy and rectum. She quickly soaked up her juices with a nearby towel as they leaked onto the machine. Her rectum remained wide open, Jacqueline noticed, closing very slowly. Her pussy was bright red and reminded her of a rose. It was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. And Jacqueline felt herself becoming aroused.

She had fooled around a little at John's orgy with Mary, but she wasn't really into women, was she?

The maid used another towel to catch her juice so as not to leave any evidence of her act, and turned to clean the machine further and saw a pair of feminine feet, nails painted blue, facing her. She was so startled that she fell back on her naked ass, the towel pulling free, completely exposing the naked maid's bald red swollen pussy to her employer.

"That was some show!" Jacqueline said. "So that's what those attachments are for, double penetration, sounds delicious."

Ana was stunned speechless and froze in place. She knew that eventually she would get caught, but she was addicted to that damn machine. She was caught red-handed, or red-pussied, she almost laughed at her pun. But she was going to be fired and she deserved it. She was still lying on her ass and elbows, legs spread wide and pussy open, still leaking the final juices from her last climax. Realizing her position as she looked up at her employer through her spread knees, she quickly closed them and attempted to find a more modest pose as she sat up.

"Oh, Mrs. Smith, sorry, I know should go, now, need find new work." Having said her piece Ana pulled herself to her feet, and seeing her discarded maid uniform, moved to retrieve it.

"Just where do you think you are going?" Jacqueline realized that she didn't know the name of the young maid. "...come back here and clean up this mess." Although she sounded angry she really wasn't, she realized that she was very aroused by what she'd witnessed. Perhaps she'd not have to settle for masturbation after all.

The maid returned with her uniform in her hands and stood naked in front of her employer for a moment and then moved to the machine and resumed cleaning up her mess.

"How long have you been using my special machine?" she asked the nude woman as she admired her youth and tiny titties.

"Not long," she lied.

"Well it seems you've mastered the subtleties, perhaps you could show me how to use the attachments?" Jacqueline said as she pulled on a strap at her shoulder, letting her gown slide from her voluptuous body and pool at her feet. Ana looked up and was staring almost directly into her employer's pussy.

It was beautiful. Like hers it was completely void of any hair, but it seemed to be opening like a flower and leaking drops of nectar.

Ana may not have spoken English very well, but she clearly understood her mistress's intent and she moved quickly. Before Jacqueline could ask Ana her name she had her tongue between Jacqueline's legs eliciting cries of joy.

"Oh, oh...too long...oooh, so good," Jacqueline sighed while caressing her servant's head encouraging her further.

Ana pulled Jacqueline's legs farther apart and wrapped her body around the older woman as her ministrations caused her employer's knees to buckle.

"Darling, you definitely know your way around a pussy," Jacqueline said as she came down from her last climax. "But as good as you are I need something hard and long in my pussy. Why don't you show me what you've learned to do with my toy and its attachments?"

Pulling away from her mistress and licking her lips and fingers, Ana went to work on setting up the Sybian. When she was finished, rising up from the saddle was a single thick black cock. Jacqueline smiled and wasted no time before she straddled the machine as she had many times before. This however, was the first time that she would be using any of the attachments. As she lowered herself onto the phallus she felt it stretch her pussy wide and she thought of John. She'd never needed any of the attachments before as her imagination and the device had been more than enough to bring her off.

She looked at her maid who had the controller ready. "I am sorry darling; I don't remember your name. Since we've been so intimate I think we should be on first name basis, don't you think?"

"Si," Ana nodded, "my name Ana," she said with a bright smile, and scooted up to the front of the machine, putting her legs around Jacqueline's whose knees were resting on the floor.

"You may call me Jacqueline."

"Jacqueline, you ready?" Jacqueline's face was now only inches from her own.

Before Jacqueline could reply, Ana started the machine and the familiar roar and vibration began at a low intensity. Nevertheless, the surprise start jolted the older woman, causing her to moan loudly as the pleasure rushed into her loins. She fell forward and found Ana waiting to support her. Her position was perfect, she was sitting lower than Jacqueline, which put her employer's large breasts right in front of her mouth. She hesitated for only a moment before she took one of the erect nipples into her salivating mouth.

"Oh yes!" Jacqueline squealed breathlessly.

With that encouragement, Ana turned the power up another notch and she felt her mistress shudder and sigh as her body adjusted to the new level. Ana sucked harder on the nipple in her mouth and began to play with the other.

"Oh, don't stop," Jacqueline cried as she rode the Sybian, sliding her ass back and forth as much as she could.

Ana thought it time for Jacqueline to have her first orgasm, and leaving the nipple she was playing with, she adjusted the control, commanding the shaft to now rotate within her mistress.

"Oh my GOD," Jacqueline screamed at the top of her lungs and she gushed over the edge, pulling Ana closer as she rode out the most intense orgasm she'd ever had on her sex toy.

"Too much, too much, ohhhh! Just a little more. Oooooh."

By now Ana was really working on the large tits within her grasp. She moved from one to the other, tweaking each nipple while massaging the rest from below.

"No more, please no more!"

Ana recognized the plea and quickly turned off the machine. Any more and it would begin to ache and that wouldn't be good. Once the machine was silenced the spacious bedroom became quiet except for Jacqueline's sighs.

Ana held the woman and instinctively began to caress her face and smooth her hair. She was caught completely off guard when Jacqueline found her lips and kissed her lightly. Ana kissed her back just as she had received, and before she knew it they were tongue wrestling. Their kissing was taking Ana's breath away.

Jacqueline was still seated in the saddle of the sex toy and it was beginning to become uncomfortable. She broke the kiss and tried to stand, getting to her feet she stumbled, but Ana caught her.

"Can you help me to my bed, sweetie?" Jacqueline smiled and the naked young woman helped the other stumble across the huge room to the king size bed. They couldn't help but appreciate the way each other's bodies jiggled and swayed as they made their way to the bed.

Arriving at the bedside, Jacqueline sat on the turned down sheets and looked at Ana. She was thinking that maybe their fun was over and turned back to retrieve her discarded uniform, but Jacqueline pulled her back by the hand, causing the young woman to turn and smile meekly.

"I don't do this often. I am guessing that you know my habits, but I would love to share my bed with you." Jacqueline said as she looked into the brown eyes of her maid.

Ana didn't answer, but moved towards the woman, not quite knowing how to enter the large bed. Jacqueline pulled the younger woman close and their lips were drawn together as if they were magnetized. They kissed passionately for a while and then parted mutually.

Ana let Jacqueline continue to lead as her mistress moved to make room for her on the huge bed. Then she reached for Ana's wet pussy. Ana was shaved, completely bald, and her tiny pussy was looking very inviting to Jacqueline.

Ana got the message and turned on her knees then began to smooth the long landing strip above her mistress's red and glistening pussy. Licking her lips, Ana leaned down and began to lick, slowly at first, finding the yummy juices from her soft flesh just outside of her pussy. Jacqueline sighed and pulled the young woman over her, letting Ana straddle her. She then pulled her maid's pussy to her lips, tasting the young Latina for the first time.

Candace was extremely pleased with the work that Linda had done. She couldn't remember the last time that the house sparkled like it did after only a few hours under Linda's hands. Candace had to admit that the girl certainly had a talent for house cleaning, and if the two meals she'd prepared were any indication, she'd have to be careful not to eat too well. But being Candace she couldn't help but wonder what kind of sex she was capable of giving and having. Candace missed her former boss, turned bimbo, then agent, Rachel Wood. She had enjoyed toying with the woman, getting her revenge for the way she had treated her. But most of all she missed the friendship they had formed.

She wasn't looking for another friend, but perhaps she could torture the maid a little, she did play a role in harming her daughter April after all.

Realizing that April was out at a friend's trying to get caught up on the classes she'd missed and would be late, Candace decided it was time to play with her new maid.

Linda had worked a full day in only a few hours. Her muscles ached, but she was convinced that she'd worked hard and that her new mistress was pleased with her work. She knew that she'd have to work even harder tomorrow, she'd fucked up and lost her last job, she didn't remember why, but that it was her fault. She wouldn't make the same mistake twice, she needed this job.

She was looking forward to a restful sleep, but she needed to wash the sweat and dirt off her body first. She stripped off her clothes and looked at her soiled and damp white cotton panties. How plain she thought, her taste ran more to the sexy lace and silk, but then she was just a lowly maid lacking the resources for anything that sexy and naughty. She brought them to her nose and sniffed. She was stunned that her own scent turned her on, the scent of a woman. Was she into women? She couldn't remember. She tried to imagine a hard cock, it too turned her on, but she couldn't put a face with the cock she was imagining. It was a nice cock, too. It was a little larger than average, brown and thick. She found herself licking her lips, and dropping her panties, she began to caress her naked breasts and play with her slick pussy. A small moan escaped her lips, just then she realized that the bedroom door had opened and she looked up to see her mistress and boss staring at her with a funny look on her face.

Linda blushed as she realized that she was caught, but wasn't sure how to react. Her privacy had been violated. She didn't knock. She should have knocked. She didn't want to stop; it was beginning to feel good. She had to say something. She wasn't modest, never had been. She continued. Candace didn't say anything, just watching silently. That seemed to turn Linda on more, but she didn't want to come, it just felt good. It had been a while since she had had sex, hadn't it? Besides she didn't want to be fired.

"Hmmm, is there something that you wanted?" Linda said as she continued to pleasure herself.

"I knocked, but I guess you didn't hear me." Candace lied and using her mind control influence made Linda believe her.

"I am sorry. I guess I kind of got carried away," Linda said. Removing her hands she stood straight, hands by her sides, until she saw her discarded panties. She reached down for them to use to wipe her damp fingers. "Do you need something?"

"Oh she's good, this one." Candace thought, "But let's see how you respond to my will."

"Dear, you asked me to come up and see you and give you feedback on your day, don't you remember?"

"Damn," Linda thought, as a confused look filled her face. "How could I have forgotten that?"

"Or perhaps you just wanted to get me alone in your bedroom and started without me." Candace used her power to confuse the poor girl. "I saw the way you were looking at me earlier. It's nothing to be ashamed of; I have to admit that I was wondering what you looked like naked."

"Did I really intend to seduce my new employer?" Linda wondered.

"Come," Candace said and took Linda by the hand, "let's review your day." Candace sat on the bed, folding her left leg underneath her, and had Linda sit facing her. She sat on her bed and folded both her legs in front of her, Indian style, giving Candace an unobstructed view of her pussy.

Candace began going over the housework that Linda had accomplished, and then talked about the meals she'd prepared and how much she enjoyed them.

"But it was never about your ability to do the job, was it Linda? It was about sleeping with your former employees. You are just a little nymphomaniac aren't you? You think I didn't check your references. You nearly destroyed that family. You fucked every one of them, father, mother, sisters and brother. Worse still, you arranged for them to have incest with one another until it was all one big orgy and nothing else got done. And you called me up here to seduce me, too. What do you have to say for yourself?"

Linda's eyes swelled large at hearing Candace reveal what she'd done to get fired. "I don't know what to say, mistress. I guess I am just addicted to sex. I can't help myself. Please don't fire me. I really need this job."

"I'll tell you what, Linda. I understand what it must be like to be addicted to sex. But, you will not destroy my family. April is completely off limits. I don't even want you speaking to her. You can nod and smile. Pretend that you don't understand or speak English. If you do that I will let you eat my pussy every now and then and if you do a good job, I might reciprocate. But this will be our little secret. Do you accept my terms? You will still do all your other work, but when time permits we will spend time together."

"Oh mistress, that would be wonderful."

There was that word again. Candace liked being called mistress; it made her feel powerful. "Not so fast. Let's see if you're any good at licking pussy. Get over here and I will give you a try."

Candace stood and lifted her dress, revealing her naked ass and pussy. Linda jumped quickly off the bed and fell to her knees, putting her face in Candace's lap. She found Candace's pussy and began lapping it with her tongue, then using her fingers, spread her pussy lips.

Normally it would have taken them twenty minutes to reach Dinah's home, but aided by John's phasing technique and Elizabeth's talented driving, they arrived in a little over eight minutes.

Inside the house Chance was holding his own, but was bleeding from his nose and had several cuts across his abdomen. The petite woman however, didn't look as if she'd broken a sweat.

He wasn't able to land a blow despite getting right on top of her several times, only to be thrown across the room, which now looked like a war zone. There were several Chance-sized holes in the walls where pipes were leaking water and sparks were flying. Chance was trying to climb out of the latest crater when the little woman stood in front of him. She was about to deliver the final blow when she hesitated. She seemed to sense something and yelled at the frightened Dinah, "You're in league with him?"

She looked left and right, took a step forward and then back, then she spun and disappeared just as John and Elizabeth broke through the door to find the half-naked Dinah helping Chance to his feet.

John quickly accessed the situation and felt a void, the absence of a presence that he felt he should know, something was familiar to him.

He shrugged it off and joined Dinah as she helped Chance to his feet. It was over now and the adrenaline that was feeding him faded, making his injuries more apparent. He collapsed to the floor. Dinah screamed and attempted to help the giant.

"Who did this to you?" John asked as he began to assess the extent of his agent's injuries. Using his special vision he saw cracked ribs, internal bleeding and a punctured lung.

Chance tried to speak, but wheezed that he didn't know. But she fought like John and he had when they first met.

Elizabeth moved through the house, amazed at the damage and that the house was still standing. She realized that the faint sound she was hearing was the creaking of the walls. She rushed back to the group.

"Boss, the place is not stable and likely to cave in at any minute. We should get Chance out of here before the whole place falls apart." Dinah looked around at her once lovely home and for the first time in her life, shrugged it off. She was more concerned for Chance than with any material things.

John said, "No!" He closed his eyes and concentrated. There was a shaking and rattling noise, Elizabeth squeezed her eyes shut. The grand house creaked and groaned. Then the noise and shaking ceased. Elizabeth opened her eyes and the house appeared to be completely restored to its undamaged state, even the front door was like new, as it was prior to John breaking through it.

Chance was wheezing louder now and although she noticed that her home had been completely restored, Dinah didn't leave Chance's side and looked over to John who took a deep breath and closed his eyes again.

Chance grunted loudly and gripped Dinah's hand tightly. He took a deep breath. The rattle in his lungs seemed to have dissipated. Dinah looked down at his torso and watched as cuts stopped bleeding, closed and then disappeared, not leaving so much as a scar. Chance's breathing returned to normal and he opened his eyes. He'd had them closed tightly as he endured the pain. He smiled up at the relieved Dinah.

She bent low and kissed him deeply; Chance kissed her back, but broke the kiss after a few moments, knowing John needed answers. He jumped to his feet from the prone position on his back, starling the woman at his side.

"Can you tell me who attacked you and why?" John asked the giant.

"I do not know, but she does," he said as they both turned to look at Dinah. She was still dressed in her see-through robe, her naked body shining as she rose to her feet to answer her master's questions.

"Her name is Esmeralda. She was my former mistress's mistress. They recruited me together, years ago. I believe she was here looking for my former mistress," Dinah said without being asked. "She seemed to have vanished just moments before you broke through the door. She looked a little concerned and accused me of being in league with you. Do you know her?"

John had a puzzled look on his and he asked Rocky, "A mistress of one of the rings?"

"Without a doubt," Rocky replied. "To be more precise from the sounds of the description, she must be the Mistress of the Ring of Truth."

"Great," John said as he moved around the house admiring his work. Then he decided. "Chance, help Dinah pack, she can't stay here. Elizabeth, have any plans for the next twenty-four hours?"

"Just need to make my quota, nothing that can't wait. What do you have in mind?"

Chance and Dinah collected her essentials, talking very little. Chance suggested that she better put on clothes; he didn't know what John had in mind, so she'd better be ready for anything. She pulled on a black skirt that hugged her ass, a white sweater that revealed enough cleavage that a blind man could see and a pair of black Jimmy Choo 'Gypsy' over the knee boots that hugged her legs and must have cost well over a grand.

Her essentials consisted of four pieces of luggage, her computer bag, and other electrical devices which would never fit in Chance's sports car. John smiled when they arrived at the door and the look on Chance's face was priceless. John reduced the bags to the size of dice, picked them up and handed them to Chance who stuffed them into his pocket and thanked him. John told him that when he was ready they would return to their normal size.

They all walked out to the cars and sped away. John called Chance after traveling a mile or so and told him he could put Dinah up in a hotel or take her home with him, his choice.

He knew that she'd like to come home with him, so he decided on a hotel. He didn't want complications. There was a Courtyard not far from his place and the manager owed him a favor, he knew there'd be a suite available.

John drove Elizabeth's car while she sat in the passenger's seat not saying a word. He engaged Rocky. "I know how he did it," he said. I know how he was able to escape from the ring. He conditioned my mind as a little boy. I saw it when I was in mother's mind. All the coaching all the intimate time together, it was just a means to an end."

"Don't be so hard on him," Rocky said. "He is brilliant, and very good at long term planning. You were his safety valve. Did he use you? Perhaps, but only as a last resort, unless he knew that he would eventually be imprisoned."

After she was certain that they had left, she rematerialized. Esmeralda stood in the restored house and walked through it looking for clues. She had almost had to do battle with the Master of the Ring of Power. That is what must have happened to her sister. Fought and lost and is certainly dead. She couldn't risk going up against that power alone. She continued to talk aloud, trying to figure things out. She would learn the truth of it.

As she continued to pace she detected a presence. "You thought that I wouldn't detect you, but you are mistaken!" she yelled, and like pulling a sheet off a piece of furniture she de-clothed Elizabeth, making her visible again.

Esmeralda smiled and said, "And whom do we have here? Yes, I did see you leave and drive away, but that was just a decoy wasn't it. Come here let me have a closer look at you."

Despite her best efforts, Elizabeth was helpless to resist and took several steps until she was standing directly in front of the petite woman.

"That's a good start, but I said I wanted to have a better look at you." With that phrase said, Elizabeth's clothes were ripped from her body as if some invisible force pulled from all angles leaving her completely naked and her clothes tattered and shredded at her feet.

Looking her over, Esmeralda saw the glowing jewel between her legs. "Just as I thought, you're his, or should I say, were his. You belong to me now. On your knees."
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