A BDSM Family

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Introduction

On his wedding night, Brian finds out that his in-laws are totally into incest and BDSM.

WARNING: This is a raunchy and somewhat offensive “meet the in-laws” story, with humiliating treatment of submissives, sexual masochism, abundant incest, sexism, and ethnic stereotyping (all in good fun). The story is meant to be comically over the top.

There’s lots of MF, FF, 3 and 4-somes, and a very brief bit of MM anal. All characters are age 18 or older.

Wedding Night

I married into a rather eclectic family. Yes, some might call my in-laws twisted and depraved, but I prefer the term eclectic. Basically the men are lechers and the women are sluts (or is it the reverse?). Most of them, anyway. That especially includes my wife Callie. Of course I knew my wife was a slut before we got married. She always liked to sleep around — with men and women both — and I let her dabble in that even while we were engaged. Callie also loves kinky sex, which was always a huge turn-on for me. Nothing crazy, but definitely anal. But now that I’ve met her family, everything she did before seems puritanical by comparison.

It’s hard to believe it started on our wedding night. We’d just left the reception and were walking up to our hotel suite, when a college-age girl who’d attended the wedding caught up to us. She was a pretty brunette wearing a sexy red dress, so I was happy to say hi. But when Callie told me she’d invited the girl to join us in the wedding suite, I was taken aback. Things got even weirder when Callie’s older brother Thomas — one of the groomsmen — was waiting for us in the suite.

“Honey,” Callie said to me in front of the others, “I promised my brother that after he gave me away at the altar, he could worship at my altar tonight. I know it’s odd, but it’s sort of a family tradition. When a daughter or son gets married, Thomas gets to down on the bride. The new husband can watch if he wants. Don’t worry, Thomas takes his turn after the husband gets his shot. But I realized you might think it’s too many ganders for the goose or you might even get jealous, so I found you this this pretty young thing at the reception to keep you company while Thomas and I do our thing. Brian, this is Evie. Evie, Brian.”

“Um, nice to meet you,” I said awkwardly, stunned at these new revelations. Evie responded with a lively hello.

Callie explained, “I just met her, but she’s eager to be a part of our wedding party, so to speak. She’s my third cousin once-removed or something, but I checked with her parents and they said it’s fine for her to stay over. Don’t worry, she’s legal — in most countries.”

The girl was certainly attractive enough, and I loved her flowing black hair and slender figure. Callie’s a less conventional beauty with some odd facial angles and hair that’s somehow a mix of brown, blonde and red, but she can hold a candle to anyone.

To make a long story short, Callie and I properly consummated our marriage, and then she and Thomas did their thing while Evie and I got busy. Evie was energetic in bed but not out of control; she was just really a good lay (not as good as Callie of course). Then just for fun, the two ladies went down on each other while Thomas and I had a beer.

The next morning we hurried Evie back to her parents, Bill and Muriel, since she wasn’t even 20 yet. But they actually let us hang out with her for another day. Evie was fine with that, so we took her back to the apartment where we’d be living. We let Evie use the guest bedroom and told her she could stay any time her parents were okay with it.

Our apartment is actually just a wing of the large farmhouse where all my in-laws live, which they call Morganwood. The apartment is separated from the main house by a lockable door, and it’s quite comfortable and roomy. We’re happy to call it home.

The Family

Callie and I had planned on having our honeymoon a few months later, but to be honest, I doubt it would’ve been any more fun than hanging out with her crazy family.

Let me name all the family members for you. Callie’s mother and step-father are named Ella and Frank. Ella’s five children are Thomas (age 40), Victoria (32), Jack (29), my Callie (27), and Greta (22). Thomas is married to Annika and has a couple teenage kids. Victoria is unattached. Jack lives with his girlfriend Natalie and her twin daughters. Greta has a boyfriend named James, a tall, handsome African-American. All five siblings and their families, as well as Ella and Frank, live in separate parts of the house.

Then it gets weird. I’d seen hints of it before, but once we got married I learned the full family secret: the clan is heavily into incest and domination. Apparently it had all started with their deceased father, who’d been a strict dominant with their mother Ella. But he died when the children were fairly young. Fortunately he left a will, and he bequeathed Ella to his children and to his dear longtime friend Frank, who then married Ella. The will included illegal bahis instructions that once the children came of age, Frank was to “share” Ella with them — making the mother submissive to her own children. The children also inherited the house.

Even in normal families, adult children can occasionally be condescending and impatient with their parents, but this family took it to a whole new level. When the kids were still young, Ella tended to nag them a lot, so with Frank’s complete blessing, the family turned the tables on her and turned her into the family whore. They demanded that she satisfy their sexual needs and obey the most humiliating commands, giving her something to really complain about. Each child joined the fray when he or she turned 18.

But Ella isn’t the only submissive in the house. Natalie is submissive to Jack, though her twin daughters are not.

One more thing: Married couples in the family may have both a “servant” and an “intern.” The servant is a man or woman (or teen) who must always obey the couple and provide for all their needs — in other words, a submissive. Some couples also have an “intern” — a sort of protégé who’s not a submissive but helps the couple in other ways.

Mother Ella

The first thing we did on the day after the wedding was have breakfast with Callie’s brother Jack and her sister Greta in the main kitchen of the house (though every apartment has its own kitchen too). Callie was just wearing panties and a t-shirt, her nipples almost poking holes in the worn cotton, which was rather surprising for a family meal I thought. But after the night before, nothing would’ve surprised me — or so I thought. Of course I was wrong about that. Callie and Greta (who was similarly dressed) took their seats at the kitchen table and invited me to do the same. The two sisters look a lot alike and I honestly couldn’t keep my eyes off either one of them. That didn’t seem to bother Callie at all.

Then, much to my shock, Jack came marching into the room towing mother Ella behind him. I say “towing” because Ella was wearing a leather collar attached to a leash and Jack was pulling her along by the leash. Ella was stripped down to just a lacy black bra and panties and was wearing silk stockings and a garter as well, emphasizing her great legs; one of her duties was apparently exercising five days a week. Callie began speaking with great ceremony. “Brian, I would like to introduce you to our oldest family pet. This is Ella, my mother, from whose cunt I emerged and whose cunt I now fill with sundry objects for my own amusement. She was once a nag but is now a well-behaved whore because we’ve schooled her in the ways of submission. During her lessons, we neither spoiled the mother nor spared the rod.”

I’d never imagined this in my wildest dreams. Ella had always been polite to me, if somewhat reticent. Now I could see why she’d never said much, probably out of fear. “Wow, I never…” was all I could say.

Callie spoke to her. “Mother-slut, what do you say to Brian?”

Ella spoke cautiously, looking rather pathetic. “Welcome to the family, Master Brian. Please fuck this worthless mommy-slut.”

I was a master — Master Brian! What privileges did masterhood entail? Fucking Ella at the very least, it seemed.

After Ella sat down, Callie took a raw egg and placed it under her mother’s chin. Ella was ordered to lower her head to pin the egg between her chin and her chest, and then Callie let go of the egg. “Now mommy-slut, you know what you must do. Give Brian the best blowjob he’s ever had without dropping the egg. Take his cock all the way into your mouth. Don’t stop until his balls reach your lips. If his cock isn’t touching your tonsils, you’re doing it wrong.”

“Yes, Mistress Callie,” Ella said, looking at the floor to avert her eyes.

Callie told me, “Sometimes we call her ‘Mouther’ instead of ‘Mother’ because she’s so good at deep-throating the men of the family. She can usually do it without breaking the egg.”

Greta added, “And sometimes we call her Bowling Ball too, because she has three holes.” Both girls snickered.

I didn’t care what they called Ella. I couldn’t wait to get started. Callie pulled down my pants and underwear, giving my large cock the freedom to swell to its full size, and she grinned deviously, aware that my member was bigger than any of her brothers’ cocks, not to mention her step-father’s. Greta eyed my monster with lust written all over her face, but Ella stared at it in fear. She protested for the first time I’d heard her do so. “Please Mistress Callie, I can’t take that much in.”

Callie replied resolutely, “You can and you will,” seemingly ignoring the laws of spatial geometry.

I walked over to Ella and she made a valiant effort, bless her heart and cunt. She admirably took my cock three-quarters of the way into her mouth before starting to gag. She simply couldn’t get it in all the way. She tried hard — unfortunately too hard. She moved her chin just a little in a last-ditch illegal bahis siteleri effort, and the egg fell from its perch, bounced off her lap, and hit the floor, breaking open like Humpty Dumpty.

Ella’s look of fear returned. Horror, really. Greta exclaimed mockingly, “Oh no!”

Callie shook her head. “Oh mother, I bet you weren’t expecting a stud like Brian here. Just wait till Greta gets married! James is a fucking horse. You must be punished of course.”

But first Callie made Ella finish me off. The woman obeyed and began sucking my cock like a greased up vacuum cleaner hose (minus the brush attachment). She was able to take 90% of my unit into her mouth in expert fashion since she didn’t have the egg to worry about. Callie stood behind me and skillfully jacked me off while Ella did her thing. I quickly came, and Callie aimed my cock so most of my cum landed on her mom’s MILFy face and GILFy hair.

“Well Mouther-Bowler,” Callie said to her mother, “I’m very generous with eggs, lucky for you. So you get another egg. Do try not to break this one.” She pulled down Ella’s panties and carefully inserted a raw egg into her vagina. “Outside,” Callie ordered, pointing to the screen door that led to the back yard. I wondered who, or what, was outside.

“Rufus the handy-man is out there,” Callie explained. “He can’t speak much, but he knows how to keep Mother in line.”

“Ha ha, I get it,” I said. “He loves to use his hands during sex.”

“No, he actually fixes stuff around the house. His fetish is discipline, which Mom knows all too well.”

Greta made a “kit-sheee!” sound like a whip and both sisters laughed.

Wow, I could only marvel at their method for keeping the woman in line. I wondered if I could try it with my mother.

Ella stood up awkwardly, doing her best not to crush the egg as she moved. But a few seconds later, Greta mischievously reached under her mom’s crotch and gave her pussy a hard slap. Ella winced and then just sighed. I noticed viscous yellowish fluid running down the inside of her thighs — for obvious reasons.

“Don’t forget to leash yourself to the fence, Mother!” Callie ordered as Ella exited. To me she said, “Don’t worry, Rufus will hose her out.” I just shook my head.

We proceeded to have a delicious breakfast, including two eggs apiece (cooked of course). Callie finally let Ella skulk back to her wing of the house, where apparently Frank was planning to have some “special sex” with her, which usually involved 3, 4, or 5 people. After we’d finished eating, Callie ran off to go grocery shopping to buy food for a special meal (is it like special sex?) which she planned to cook for me that evening.

Sister Greta

I was about to return to our apartment when Greta slinked over to me, her hips swaying. The young brunette sidled up next to me and quietly confessed, “You know, I’d love to get to know you better.” Of course I’d already known her for a couple years, almost as long as I’d been dating Callie. She’d always seemed to be just a typical sweet and outgoing girl, nothing out of the ordinary. But given the many surprises of the past 24 hours, I was sure there was more to know. One thing I did know was that she was dating James. Did that matter? The charismatic black man was supposedly hung like a horse, so surely she wouldn’t be looking for a new stud. But there was something special about me that James couldn’t match: I’m family.

Greta eased herself onto my lap and wrapped one arm around me, which would’ve alarmed me if this family weren’t so fond of infidelity. I tried very hard not to get a hard-on, but she couldn’t get comfortable (or so she claimed) and squirmed for a full minute to find the right position. This aroused me to the point where no man, let alone me, could resist getting an erection. Suddenly she said, “Whoa, I can barely sit on your lap now! Do you have a rock in your pocket? How do you expect me to get comfortable?”

The word “whoa” made me think of James’s horse-like cock, so I just joked, “You’re not in the saddle, you’re on the saddle horn.”

“I see. In other words you’re horny!” she retorted.

“Touché. I think I am.”

“Well, I have just the cure, or maybe the opposite of a cure,” she said. Meet me in the spare room upstairs, down the hall, third door on the right. Not the second door — make sure you get it right. Give me a five minute head start and then come on in. Don’t knock. Just come in.”

I was so intrigued by her invitation that my hard-on wouldn’t quit. It would be difficult to walk with the rock of a cock in my pants, but somehow I’d manage.

After exactly 4 minutes and 45 seconds, I stood up with some difficulty and headed for her room, planning to arrive at precisely 5 minutes. But as I passed the second door, someone opened it just a bit and peeked out. The face belonged to a teenage girl I didn’t recognize. She saw me and slammed the door shut, and then I heard a lot of girlish giggling inside. How odd. That put me 5 seconds behind schedule, but whatever.

I canlı bahis siteleri slowly opened the third door with a mix of trepidation and excitement. It was rather dark in the room, with just a few rays of light slicing through gaps in the blinds covering the only window. But I could see that Greta was completely naked and lying face down crossways on a large high bed. Her butt hung invitingly over the edge of the bed, while her feet were flat on the floor. Both her ankles and wrists were bound by loose leather cuffs that were chained to the bedposts.

I was flabbergasted to see her chained up this way — of her own volition.

I closed the door and she said, “Oh Brian, I deserve to be punished. Will you punish me?”

“For what?”

“For asking you to punish me.”

She must have studied circular logic in school. “Um, uh okay,” was all I could manage to mutter in response. Then she asked me to tighten all the cuffs, which I did eagerly.

“I’m a bit of a masochist. I can’t help it,” she announced. “Will you hurt me? It has to be very painful — for me I mean.”

I would never hurt a person on purpose, but if she wanted it, what was the harm here? Thanks to her suggestion, I’ve never been so erect in my life. I simply had to remove my pants, or I’d pop a blood vessel or something, so I just stripped off all my clothes.

Suffice it to say, I fucked her in every way possible. First I came in her pussy. Then I came in her mouth, deep-throating her badly. Maybe she was used to it from James; but judging by her constant gagging, maybe not. Of course I fucked her ass too, without lubricant. My libido needed a little break, so I didn’t come a third time.

For some reason I thought of pizza. I’m not sure why — maybe it was Greta’s pink pussy. But it gave me an idea. I ordered a pie from Domino’s with almost every topping, which is how I like it. When the delivery guy showed up — a recent immigrant from India who looked to be about 30 years old — I told him I had a great “tip” for him. I walked him up to Greta’s room, let him in, and just said “do your worst.” He was dumbstruck by the scene, but evidently not so dumbstruck that he couldn’t pull his pants down and whip his penis out. I kept an eye on him so he wouldn’t truly do his worst — like cut off Greta’s fingers or something. Then how would she finger me in the ass? Just kidding!

Anyway, Pihar the Pizza Guy took full advantage of the good fortune bestowed upon him by his favorite god (or gods?). He insinuated his rather diminutive penis into Greta’s vagina and then her ass. I’m not sure she felt it at all, honestly. When he was done I unceremoniously kicked him out (only later did I learn that Thomas intercepted him on the way out).

If masochism bothers you, I would skip the next two paragraphs!

Pihar the Penisless happened to be a smoker, so I bummed some cigarettes off him as well as his lighter, a small price to pay for his anal fun. That got Greta really excited. I lit a cigarette and she instructed — demanded really — that I press it against her back and burn her to give her the pain she craved. I did so and she understandably howled. I was concerned despite her instructions, so I pulled it away, prompting her to yell “Again!” so loudly that they must have heard it in the giggle-room. It was then that I noticed healed wounds all over her back, including old cigarette burns and long scars from a whip or something. Oh my, I thought.

Pihar the Pizza Guy also donated his pizza cutter to me — the kind with the wheel that isn’t sharp enough to cut meat. I slowly ran the wheel up and down Greta’s back, tantalizing her, and then per her instructions I gingerly inserted it into her cunt, wheel first. The blade pressed into the sides of her wet tunnel and her breaths turned into short raspy gasps, but she didn’t complain. So I slid the tool in and out of her pussy with no consideration for her comfort. It drove her to tears, but the more she cried, the more turned on we both were. To my surprise (I’m using that word a lot) her anguish turned into ecstasy and she pumped out enough cum to create a big puddle on the sheets. I’d never seen anyone achieve such rapture from pain like that. When she finally stopped crying out and coming, I pulled the tool out very slowly. I ordered her to lick it clean and she mindlessly obeyed.

After a few minutes I unbound her and she seemed good as new again. She hugged and kissed me as a small thank you for my egregious abuse. Finally I used the cutter for what it was designed for, and we each had a piece of pizza.

Brother Jack and his partner Natalie

I returned to my apartment to relax, and within an hour Jack knocked on the door. The handsome 29-year-old invited me to lunch along with his partner Natalie and her two children, and I happily accepted the invitation. Natalie was eight years older than Jack but you’d never guess it, since she had flawless skin and a trim figure. Her daughters, Froey and Zoey, were 18-year-old fraternal twins and they were both beautiful, with small, innocent-looking faces and lovely green eyes. Froey’s red hair was pulled back into a long braid, while Zoey’s frizzy blonde locks gave her an untamed appearance. Mother Natalie’s chestnut hair was cut to shoulder-length.

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