Story: The Foster Girl, Part 27

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As breakfast ended, Jayna suggested that Carrie take Mitch and Luna to do the grocery shopping.

Carrie and Luna both suspected that this wasn’t in their best interests – but Jayna wouldn’t be going with them, and she had given them no specific instructions, so it seemed relatively benign. Neither of them felt comfortable in Mitch’s company – but they hoped that in a group of three, and in a public place, they would be relatively safe. So they agreed.

This suited Jayna perfectly, because what she really wanted was to be alone with Bill.

He clearly wanted it too. As soon as the rest of the family were gone, his eyes locked on Jayna, and the erection was once again visible in his pants.

“Want to have fun?” asked Jayna.

Bill nodded, taking a half-step towards her.

“Go and sit on the couch,” she told him, and headed to Luna’s bedroom.

She returned a few moments later, dressed only in lingerie, and holding a pair of Luna’s panties in her hand. She went to the TV, and inserted a USB, and soon the TV was playing a loop of photos and video that Jayna had taken of her foster-sister. On the screen, Luna stripped, exposed her tits, spread her cunt, and talked about how she wanted her daddy to fuck her. Jayna kept the volume low, so that she could talk to Bill.

Then she knelt in front of Bill and extracted his cock from his pants. Bill sighed as his rock-hard penis was exposed to view, and then moaned as Jayna draped his daughter’s panties across his tool, and began to use them to masturbate him.

“How was Luna last night?” Jayna asked him.

“She was… such a slut,” said Bill. “A dirty cocktease. She asked me the most whorish things.”

“She’s just obsessed with her daddy’s cock,”said Jayna. “Did she get what she wanted?”

Bill thought about lying – but he suspected that Jayna already had heard the story from Luna.

“Yes,” he said. “She sucked my cock.” He gasped – whether in shame, or in pleasure from Jayna’s masturbation. “Oh, god, my own daughter gave me a blowjob. It’s so wrong.”

“Did she consent?” asked Jayna. “Did she want to?”

“She said she did,” said Bill. “But… god, I think I forced her. I think I forced my daughter to suck my cock.”

“Assuming that she will never complain to anyone – and I promise you, she will not – do you regret forcing her?” asked Jayna.

Bill could only tell the truth. And besides, admitting the truth was hotter.

“No,” he said. “It felt so good. I don’t care if she wanted to. In fact, I think knowing that she didn’t really want to made it better.”

“Do you want to rape your daughter, Bill?” asked Jayna.

“Yes…” sighed Bill.

Jayna smiled.

“Bill,” she said, “I need to tell you something that may be a bit shocking for you.”

He looked at her, a little worried. “What is it?”

“Last night, Carrie sucked Mitch’s cock,” said Jayna.

Bill’s eyes widened, and his cock softened a little. Jayna did her best to keep stimulating it.

“She did what?” he said.

“She sucked his cock,” said Jayna. “Your wife is a slut, Bill. I need you to know that she’s also licked Luna’s cunt, and mine.”

“That whore!” hissed Bill. “I can’t believe… she cheated on me? With her own son? After all these years?”

“Come on, Bill,” said Jayna. “You just face-fucked your own daughter, and you’re letting your foster-daughter masturbate you. Let’s not talk about cheating.”

Bill had the decency to blush.

“The mistake you’re making, Bill, is you’re treating Carrie as a person,” said Jayna. “But women aren’t people. They’re animals. And animals are pets, and pets are for the whole family to enjoy. Come on, say it – Carrie is an animal, not a person.”

“Carrie is an animal, not a person,” Bill whispered. “She’s a dumb fucking cheating whore cunt…”

“Bill, this is an opportunity, not a problem,” said Jayna. “Think about it.”

“What do you mean?” asked Bill.

“Carrie can hardly complain about you getting closer to your daughter, when she’s fucking her own son,” said Jayna. “And you’re bored of her anyway, aren’t you? Luna is much hotter. If you encourage Mitch to keep fucking her, you can do whatever you want with Luna, and Carrie won’t be able to complain.”

Bill took a moment to process that. Kissing his daughter – groping her – forcing her to suck his cock – and more. With Carrie’s knowledge. With Carrie unable to protest. Maybe with Carrie watching…

It was too much for him. He groaned, and ejaculated into Luna’s panties.

“Good,” purred Jayna. “Now, there are two ways you could go about this. You could confront Carrie – and there will be a time for that, eventually – or you could go on pretending that you don’t know… and let her guilt keep her silent and submissive. Doesn’t that sound good? Silent and submissive?”

And then she removed Luna’s panties from Bill’s dick, and leaned forward to clean him off with her mouth.

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Carrie was beginning to regret taking Luna and Mitch shopping.

For one thing, her body was making itself known to her in very loud ways. She hadn’t been milked this morning, and now her tits were achingly swollen with milk. They hurt, and her nipples hurt from the clamps on them, and she wished that she had been able to beg Luna to milk her before she had left the house.

For another, her cunt was throbbing with sexual need. This was the work of Dr Abramowicz’s Bimbo Pills, and of the wicked chastity belt, with its two dildos gently vibrating in her ass and pussy, and the cruel little clamp on her clitoris.

As she drove, she was remembering what it had felt like to have her son’s cock in her mouth – so hard, and warm – and the salty taste of his cum, and how reassuring it had been to have his hand on her head, forcing her to comply. She couldn’t help but wonder what it might feel like to have that cock in her pussy, or her ass, fucking her harder than the dildos would, violating her until she orgasmed…

She was distracted from her thoughts by a burst of violent activity in the back seat of the car. She looked into the rear view mirror and saw Mitch and Luna engaged in some kind of wrestling.

“Mitch! Luna! What’s going on back there?” she demanded.

Luna immediately looked guilty, and said, “Nothing, mom.”

Mitch was more forthcoming. “Luna’s a slut, mom,” he said.

It felt strange to hear Mitch call her “mom” again after calling her “cunt” all the previous night.

“How is she being a slut, sweetie?” she said.

“She’s not wearing any panties and her cunt is wet,” said Mitch. “I can smell it.”

“It is not!” shrieked Luna.

Carrie blushed. If there was a wet cunt smell in the car, it was certainly coming from Carrie herself.

“Mitch, I don’t think that’s appropriate for you to…” she began.

But Mitch cut her off. “Shut the fuck up, bitch,” he said. “You don’t know what you’re fucking talking about.”

The whole car fell silent. Luna was shocked. Carrie was shocked too – but her pussy was suddenly throbbing even harder.

“Tell Luna to apologise for her cunt,” said Mitch.

“Shut up!” said Luna. “You can’t talk to mom that way!”

Mitch responded by slapping Luna across the face.

Carrie felt like she was floating outside her body. She knew what a normal, good mother would do – should do. She should discipline Mitch at once, and tell him he was never, ever to hit his sister, or talk to his mother that way. She should turn the car around and go straight home. She should ground him for a month. She should have a serious talk with Bill about Mitch’s discipline. She should make it clear that violence and misogyny against women was unacceptable in this household.

But Jayna wouldn’t want that. Jayna wouldn’t allow that. Jayna would find a way to punish her. And that was assuming that Mitch didn’t defend himself by revealing that Carrie had cockteased her own son, and encouraged him to rape and abuse women, and then sucked his cock.

“Luna, apologise to your brother for your cunt,” she heard herself say.

“Mom?” asked Luna, her face a mask of horror.

“Apologise to your brother for your cunt being slutty,” said Carrie. “Or else he’ll slap you again.”

Luna looked from Mitch to Carrie, and back to Mitch.

Mitch raised a hand, ready to slap.

“I’m… sorry for my slutty cunt,” said Luna, in a quiet voice.

“Good girl,” said Carrie. Her face was flushed and her breathing was shallow. The dildos felt so good in her ass and cunt. “Are you still wet, honey?” she asked.

“No,” said Luna, defiantly, not happy about accepting the underlying assumption that she had been wet previously.

“Lift your skirt to your waist and spread your legs so we can see, honey,” said Carrie.

Luna was slow to comply. She was still processing the fact that this was happening to her – that her mother was actively humiliating her in front of her brother, and forcing her to bare her cunt in the back seat of a moving car.

But there was no doubt that Mitch would slap her again if she disobeyed. Slowly, she hiked her skirt to her waist, and spread her legs.

Carrie was grateful they were stopped at traffic lights, because it was hard to keep her eyes on the road when she could look at her daughter’s beautiful naked cunt in the mirror.

“Mitch,” she said, “can you check if Luna is wet?”

“Of course, cunt,” said Mitch. He leaned over and ran two fingers down the length of Luna’s snatch – and then pushed them into Luna’s fuckhole, hard.

Luna gasped, and moaned as Mitch began to fuck the fingers in and out of her.

Carrie watched her son finger-raping her daughter in the rearview, wishing that the vibrators would buzz harder inside her.

Finally Mitch pulled out his fingers and wiped them across Luna’s face, leaving a visible smear of cunt juices.

“She’s wet,” he said.

The car was moving again, and Carrie could no longer focus on watching Luna’s cunt. She had to look at the road.

“Luna, you shouldn’t lie to your brother,” she said. “Mitch, would you pinch Luna’s clitoris, to punish her?”

“With pleasure,” said Mitch, and a moment later Carrie heard Luna yowl with pain

“I think you should keeping checking to see if your sister has managed to calm herself,” said Carrie, her voice raspy with lust, “and you should keep punishing her when she isn’t.”

And as she drove, she kept stealing glances at what was going on in the back seat. Mitch was gleefully fingerfucking his sister, who was clearly feeling ashamed, violated, and helpless. He alternated the fingerfucking with painfully pinching her clit, and smearing her cunt juices on her face. The process was clearly not in any danger of causing Luna to become dry – the sexual stimulation was making her more worked up the longer that it went on.

Carrie knew it was wrong to be so sexually aroused by watching her son molest her daughter, but Luna just looked so damned sexy when she was humiliated and helpless. And anyway, it was hard for Carrie to think straight when her tits were aching, and her cunt was wet, and the Bimbo Pills were messing with her mind.

She wished she could masturbate. She wished she could take the chastity belt off and rub her cunt. She wished she could ask her son to do it, or her daughter. She wished she could make Luna lick her cunt. But the belt had to stay on while she was outside the house, unless Jayna or Dr Abramowicz gave her permission to do otherwise.

She would get the shopping done quickly, she thought – buy as little as possible, and move swiftly, so no one would see her flushed face or smell her wet cunt. And on the way home she would make Luna bare her cunt again. Maybe she could come up with a reason for Luna to have to expose her tits too. And then as soon as she got home she would go to Jayna and beg to be milked, and ask for permission to cum.

Jayna would probably make her do something perverted. Jayna would make her say that her daughter was a whore who deserved rape. Jayna would make her say that she wanted to fuck her son. Jayna would make her beg to have her tits abused, or make her masturbate nude somewhere where she might be seen.

And she would do it. Because she needed to cum. And because she knew there was no point in fighting Jayna. The cruel, perverted little girl would tell Carrie to do whatever she wanted, and Carrie would obey, because it was too hard to resist – and because it felt too good to submit.

“Spread your legs further, honey,” she said to Luna in the back seat. “See if Mitch can get a third finger into you…”

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