The Family Patriarch. Chapter 168

by Writing Shark

Hellen helps her daughters to control their desires

“I really hope the portions will be enough,” murmurs Hellen Winters and looks at the many pots and pans on the expensive stove in the expensive kitchen that her husband gave her when she moved into the house. “What number was that?”

“I counted four from Elise, ma’am,” says Valerie, who is standing next to Hellen at the stove. She watches her proudly in her maid uniform as she prepares food for the family she owns. “And six for Alice.”

“After just one day…” Hellen muses. She knows exactly how the two girls feel, but as a wife and mother, she is already used to the wild, demanding throbbing of her pussy and the stiff nipples that occur when her husband is not around. They are all addicted to his aura and Hellen is happy for her daughters, for both of them, that they are able to satisfy their lust with each other.

“Alice is an excellent Mistress,” says Valerie, who, unlike Elise, has no hope of reaching an orgasm without her owner. She lets her eyes wander over the dinner in case one of the women is called by the Mistress. Preparing for the event that Alice or James needs to be served is one of the most important lessons James has fucked into her head and Valerie is so proud of her achievement to concentrate on her work, not her satisfaction.

“And you are an excellent slave, Valerie,” praises Hellen, patting the cheek of the piece of meat who smiles gratefully at Hellen. “Are you excited to be without your Master for the first time?” Valerie nods eagerly.

“I hope I can prove to Mistress Alice that I am well trained and domesticated, Ma’am,” she says kindly, her voice full of hope. “Everyone should see that I am where I belong.”

“Your mother would certainly be proud of you. And my husband would too. You serve the family with pride and devotion, that is what James expects from all of us.”

“Thank you, Ma’am,” Valerie nods, chopping carrots into the pot. “Do you think Mistress Alice will order me to fuck my father?”

“Why do you ask?” Hellen will not make the mistake of putting a woman above James again, especially not a lowly slave like Valerie. She likes the girl a lot now, but listens carefully for any signs of disobedience.

“I would like to prove to Mistress Alice that I am absolutely loyal to the family, now that Master James is not here. What better way to do that than by fucking my own father?” Hellen breathes a sigh of relief. She is not made to punish Valerie and even if Alice did, she would be reluctant to do it either.

“If you do exactly what my daughter tells you,” she says, but not without a certain pride in her voice. “And think of Elise too. Maybe you could offer to let her rape you. My daughter likes to hurt you.” Valerie nods eagerly.

“Thank you Ma’am.”

Hellen wants to say something else but at that moment Alice enters the kitchen, naked and with wet face and hair.

“Hello darling,” her mother greets. “The food is almost ready and hmmmpf…” Sometimes she is still surprised by the fire and enthusiasm with that Alice is having incest with her own mother when her daughter grabs her shoulders, pulls Hellen down a little and presses her lips to hers. Valerie continues to cook without a care in the world and smiles at the couple who are exchanging bodily fluids in a long and intimate French kiss.

Hellen’s head is spinning. James has made Alice so strong and beautiful and independent and dependent and Hellen almost loses her mind every time she sees how wonderful her daughter’s life is. Now she kisses her own flesh and blood deeply and lovingly and hears her wanton moans while Hellen holds her daughter and strokes her back.

“My oh my,” the mother breathes as the daughter pulls her lips away. Immediately her girlish hands are on Hellen’s heavy breasts and knead them demandingly and penetrate under her flannel shirt and white apron. “What’s wrong, honey?”

“I miss Daddy and his godly cock,” her daughter breathes and Hellen giggles. What sends shivers down other mothers’ spines assures Hellen that she has raised her daughter well and correctly. “Elise and I have been fucking for hours.”

“We can hear that down here, honey,” laughs Hellen and strokes Alice’s cheek. “Is there anything I can do to help you while your father is away?” Alice grins at her mother like she has never done before and Hellen feels something that only James has ever caused. Weaker, Alice is only a woman after all, but the throbbing in Hellen’s labia and clitoris is clear and largely switches off her brain. Nevertheless, the mother recognizes that her daughter has found her place when she sees the hunger in her eyes. Alice is so well raised and they have rarely had sex without James… “My holes are always at your disposal, Alice, honey. Mistress,” says Hellen helpfully and places her motherly hands on her daughter’s small breasts. Her nipples are so stiff and her breathing is fast. “Use me, Mistress.”

“I want you,” Alice breathes with wide eyes. “Daddy isn’t here and I can hardly think straight with desire.” Hellen giggles as Alice grabs her hand and pulls her with her. Valerie stays alone in the kitchen while the two women go into the bedroom that Alice shares with her father while Hellen hasn’t been here for a long time.

“How can I serve you, Mistress?” she asks and smiles at Elise, another set of holes to satisfy her Mistress.

“Take off your clothes,” Alice demands and Hellen obeys like a good girl. She presents her body to her daughters while she pulls her shirt over her breasts and sticks her ass out to them while her panties expose her wet opening.

“Take her,” Elise breathes, who has probably received permission from Alice to masturbate wildly. “Fuck our mother.”

“Yes…” Alice breathes and folds her arms in front of her chest, not in defiance but to hold herself back. “No.” Hellen blinks. She sees James in her daughter, the dominant, controlled behavior, just as she sees the wild fire that only James can put out. No wonder Alice is almost going crazy. Elise is also showing signs of withdrawal and Hellen understands her.

“You can have me however you want, Alice, darling,” says Hellen and steps towards her daughter. Uncertain and with her mouth wide open, she looks up at her while Hellen carefully puts her hand on the back of her head. “As a mother,” she says and guides her 20 year-old daughter’s lips to her breasts. “Or as a whore.” And with that she takes her daughter’s delicate hand and pushes it between her thighs. Alice immediately starts to stroke her mother’s pussy and sucks on her breasts. Hellen moans softly and strokes her greedy daughter’s head while Elise pumps her fingers into her hole. “I love you, darling,” she whispers and Alice releases her stiff nipple from her mouth, a thread of saliva between her nipple and her lower lip.

“Lie down on the bed… Mother,” she says and smiles.

Hellen obeys her mistress who wants to fuck her like a mother today.

“Thank you, darling,” she says and feels the wet sheet on her skin.