Sera Ch. 31

Steven

"'Fun'", I murmured, looking at the limited contents of my closet.

"She means sexy."

"Well, no shit. Trouble is, I don't have anything here that would apply to Mistress Ashleigh's probable ideas of-"

My debate with self was interrupted by the doorbell. Standing on the other side of it was a staff member with a fair sized, somewhat flat, plain white box. I thanked him and took it inside, opening it as I walked from my foyer into my living room.

"Oh my fuck..."

It was an assortment of men's underwear, all of it, presumably, being Ashleigh's idea of sexy.

"Well, that answers that question."

"It's like she knew we didn't have anything like this."

"Bra-vo for stating the obvious," I mumbled, distractedly poking through the flimsy undergarments.

I was still hard as a rock and the thought of myself wearing this stuff didn't exactly make that condition go away. Finally settling on a pair of black, opaque bikini briefs, I pulled them on and then started wondering what to wear over them before my mind was distracted.

"What was with that little display before the meeting?" I wondered aloud, not so much asking myself, but getting an answer just the same.

"The hugging?"

"That's kinda... That's not like me. Is it?"

"Yeah, that surprised me. Nothing wrong with it, though; we just wanted to. Nothing wrong with that at all. And besides, they really liked it."

"Yeah..."

I pulled a pair of well-worn blue jeans over the bikini briefs that seemed to be made for a man with a three inch dick. I felt a little silly standing there with my pants open, trying to tuck my erect meat down inside the soft, low rise undergarment, so I finally gave up and buttoned my jeans. My condition was easily recognizable and I couldn't help but laugh, a little shaky with anticipation as I felt my cock against the inside of my jeans. I rubbed myself with my hand for a moment, gasping a little at how good it felt, but stopped before I came right then and there. Throwing on a black T-shirt, I left my apartment barefoot, taking my time as I made my way to where I'd come to know the stairs to Aunt Ashleigh's apartments were as my mind drifted to our family's unique and disturbing history.

Seraphine: Monster. Coby: Lunatic. Eleonore: Pretty normal. Dolanna: Half crazy. Odette: Comparatively normal. Rebecca: Mostly crazy. Samantha: Socially repressed, but comparatively normal. Marie: Damaged and fucked in the head, but she probably would have been mostly crazy even without Samantha having fucked her head up anyway. So there it was, less than half of my ancestors before my mother were normal and, even then, that definition of 'normal' probably wouldn't have stood up to most normal people's definition of the term. Maybe Eleonore, but not Odette, the killer of her own mother, nor Samantha, the recluse. Those two could only have the benefit of being labeled 'normal' when held up to the others.

I sighed heavily, my erection finally starting to recede as I went back to Marie and how Samantha fucked her head up. She'd obviously bonded her, but it wasn't like any other bonding. Something in the line changed with that event, and I had to wonder if it was by accident. My existence as the first and only male to bear Sera wasn't the only change. There was the fact that Marie had three kids, whereas all of her ancestors for the past two hundred years had only one each. Did that and my own existence have something to do with what Samantha did to her?

Considering the fact that both Mum and Sheila only had one child each, this was a distinct possibility, yet neither of these two had been bonded by Marie. Sera slowly began forcing herself on Mum even without the power of influence to go along with her presence until the two of us bonded. And was that by accident? How much control, maybe subconscious control, did Sera have in shaping events to her will?

And why hadn't Ashleigh ever had any kids? It would seem she'd be the obvious choice to bear children, given that she was the first born of Marie and actually bonded with her.

Finally, there was Sheila. Why didn't she have any powers of influence? It wasn't because nobody'd bonded with her because I knew I had. In fact, during our simultaneous orgasms, she proved that she was of Sera when we had the flying experience together, though it was different from the ones I'd had with Mum, but she still had no powers of influence afterward. Also, Sheila had had sex with Ashleigh, and I couldn't see Ashleigh not bonding with Sheila just to see if she'd be kick started any more than Mum wouldn't since the Misery Sisters had been back together.

Was Sera so blindly random as all this, or was there a purpose behind all these odd ends?

I silently pondered these things until I came within sight of the stairs to Ashleigh's apartments. Mum and Sheila were already there, along with the ex-biker named Lamarr, currently the influenced, shaved Sasquatch. The two women were ignoring him, holding each other and kissing passionately. Padding softly in my bare feet, they didn't even know I was there until I cleared my throat. They broke off their kissing, though still holding one another, to greet me with happy smiles.

Mum was wearing a silky black nightie that was short enough that her tits held it aloft in front, enabling easy view of the crotch of her black silk panties. The spaghetti straps held the bodice just high enough to cover her very hard nipples.

Sheila wore a white, tight fitting, baby-doll type dress with garter straps at the hem that held up her white stockings. The only part that wasn't see through were the cups that held her tits, her white panties completely visible under the short little number. Both of them were stunning and my erection came back so quickly that it practically stabbed me in the gut.

"Hi, sweetie pie," Mum sleazed as she looked at the bulging desire in my pants. "We're here awaiting permission from the grandiose one to ascend. I (ahem) take it you like our outfits?"

"Uh huh," was all I could say to this in reply.

"You're a very perverted young man to be looking at your own mother like that," Sheila accused with that grin of hers.

"Well," I managed, "You're her sister and I couldn't help but notice when I came around the corner how you two were sucking face. I think that's something society would frown on, probably even more than me appreciating my own mother's tits."

"For your information, you impudent little puke, I was not sucking face with your mother," Sheila mockingly defended with her nose in the air. "I was merely... making sure her teeth were clean... with my tongue."

"Oh, well," I joked, "In that case, please continue."

"Don't mind if I do."

Before she could, Kitten came around the corner. Incredibly, I felt myself get even harder as she approached wearing a little pink summer dress with a colourful floral print. It was so small that I could easily see her skimpy white bra and, like Mum, the crotch of her white panties. Pink garter straps ran from underneath the little dress's hem to hold up pink stockings and, in a pair of white high heels, she was absolutely to die for.

When she reached us, she stated in her childlike voice, "Mummy... I feel like such a little slut."

"That's because you are, sweetie pie," Sheila giggled as she and her sister looked her up and down as appreciatively as I was.

Kitten also giggled, a wicked little comment in itself, and was about to reply when she noticed my condition, her eyes locking on it in such a way as it almost frightened me. She licked her lips and was again about to speak when Lamarr further forestalled her with the information that we could then all go upstairs to our matriarch's apartments.

Walking through a tall, wide door at the top of the staircase, I'd never seen anything like Ashleigh's personal space. It was a large clearing and can best be described as outside inside. The ceiling was made of glass and large windows lined the wall opposite the one we entered through. In the early predawn, outside lights mounted above doors illuminated a long wall to the right that was studded at intervals with big, exposed beams. Beside the doors were windows that were complete with window boxes bearing flowers and, of course, there were plants everywhere. To the left was a set of big, ten feet tall double doors, these opening to Ashleigh's bedroom I presumed, and the red streaked, gray floor looked almost like cobblestones. It was the most eccentric thing I'd ever seen, and both Mum and I stared around ourselves in undisguised wonder as Lamarr led us to the right and through one of the doors lit from overhead.

The five of us entered a rather large room with a sunken hexagonal center surrounded and accessed by three steps that ringed the depression. The carpet was red and so were the large, gauzy, hanging fabrics that covered white walls that were studded, as outside the room, with large exposed beams. There was a small bar, but also odd looking couches and other strange pieces of red upholstered furniture around the raised edges of the room while, in the sunken center area was the biggest mattress I'd ever seen. It was at least three feet thick and had to be about ten by ten feet and, of course, it was also red. The large mirror on the ceiling above it was almost a disappointment in predictability.

And beside the bar stood my Aunt Ashleigh, resting one hand on it while holding her weight on one hip. She wore a shiny chrome corset with a six inch wide, red panel of sheer silk running up the front. The same red silk covered her tits as the low riding cups to her incredibly sexy upper garment. The bottom, like Sheila's outfit, extended garter straps to red silk stockings that ended at a pair of chrome, four inch pumps. Her micro thong was also chrome, suspended by a red waist string that circled her perfectly round hips. The chrome choker finished her attire, but the dangling silver earrings, dramatic makeup and her long, dark hair worn down really added to her erotically noir appeal. Like the rest of us, she had a ravenous smile and I was so caught up at the sight of her that I almost didn't hear her when she spoke.

"Kitten, Kathleen, Sheila... fuck, you all look good enough to just eat right up, however, somebody here is way overdressed."

She, with the rest of them, looked at me as Mum verbally agreed with her assessment.

"That's what I thought."

"Well," Ashleigh suggested, "you're his mother, do something about it."

"Uh-huh," Mum acknowledged under her breath as she stepped closer.

"Yeah..." Kitten almost whispered as my mother approached.

When she was standing right before me, our eyes met without my thinking much about it, and she had me in a sudden instant, so quickly getting through the front door of my mind that I didn't even have time to be alarmed before I was completely helpless to her influence.

"Tonight," she breathed, "you belong to your Aunt Ashleigh. You'll do whatever she tells you, sweetie pie. Is that clear?"

I obediently nodded, aware of what this could mean for me, alarmed, dismayed and disappointed that Mum would do this to me but, somehow, not surprised. In addition, however, a part of me that I was ashamed to admit to found the prospect quite exciting and she'd left my mind free enough to bounce from one of these reactions to another. Now that her instructions had been laid, she broke eye contact and addressed my surprised, but undoubtedly pleased owner.

"I know how you've wanted this, so just think of it as a gift... in return for you teaching me how to split my presence to another body."

"Kathleen, I... I don't know what to say," Ashleigh replied in a tone that was quite sincere, adding, "It's true that I've wanted this for a long... long time, and I do thank you so profusely for this little gift of your son, but... I want you too."

Kitten giggled as Mum's eyes grew wider and Ashleigh grinned devilishly at her before confirming her terms.

"Yes, you as well. Both mother and son under my control, doing whatever filthy and perverted things I want. C'mon Kathleen... You know you want to..."

It was true. Even I could see it. I could practically smell Mum's horny eagerness at odds with her pride and lingering mistrust of her oldest sister as she mulled over this unexpected development before finally answering.

"...I... If I agree to this, I want you to teach me whatever I want afterwards."

"Deal," Ashleigh accepted immediately. "Now, open yourself to me... Yesss..."

Mum jerked a little and a soft sigh escaped her as Ashleigh entered the door of her mind from across the room as easily as Mum did mine from right in front of me. In a moment Mum spoke as we all watched this.

"Ohhh... Oh, yes, Mistress... I'm a fuckin' whore... Ohh, yes, Mistress..."

Mum turned to me then and, raising both hands to the neckline of my T-shirt, she suddenly tore it open with a violent jerk, a somewhat mean expression on her face as I actually staggered a little. In my surprise, I barely heard the low, eager approval of Kitten and Sheila. As she finished jerkily tearing my shirt from my body, Ashleigh's low chuckle was the auditory detail that I really took note of. But then Mum's hands were at the front of my jeans and, with a quick movement, their button fly was torn open, revealing the front of the underwear that couldn't hold my hardened package.

Sheila lightly bit her lower lip as Kitten emitted a low squeak of excitement. When Mum grabbed my half clothed cock, I jerked reflexively at her touch, moaning as she squeezed it, looking up at me with a wanton expression that I'd never seen the likes of, not even on her face. Her hand slid down, slowly and deliberately as she inclined her head to watch its progress towards the base of my cock before sliding it all the way up to my cockhead. I let out a broken moan and looked at Kitten as she watched with every ounce of her attention.

"Don't get distracted, Kathleen," Ashleigh directed as she stepped down to the mattress in the sunken center of the room with an expressive wiggle of her hips. "Take his pants off and bring him to me. Kitten, you come here and submit to me as well. I'll have all three of you."

Sheila, who'd been watching Mum and I as intently as Kitten, yet still with that calculatingly observant air she often had, now watched her twin daughter scurry obediently to the edge of the raised portion of the floor to step down to the mattress. Without even being told, she went to her hands and knees, crawling to Ashleigh, who was standing imperiously at the center of the padded stage, watching her niece with obvious approval and a strange sort of smirking pride.

"Sheila, you too," she commanded, gesturing to the Elf Queen, using that hand afterward at the back of Kitten's head to take a fistful of her hair.

A moment later, as Mum was leading me down to the mattress by my cock, Ashleigh and Kitten's eyes were locked, the young woman letting out a subtle, high note of pleasure as her aunt did something within her mind as she had with Mum.

"Yes Mistress Auntie... I'm your little whore... Please use me?"

Mum and I reached Ashleigh before Sheila did, Mum letting go of my cock just before I could blow my load in her hand, and then it was my turn. Ashleigh looked away from Kitten and, with a special, vicious smile for me, took my chin between thumb and forefinger for a face to face.

I let her in. I'd already been instructed by Mum that I belonged to Ashleigh for the evening, so there was no reason in my mind at the time as to why I shouldn't and every reason as to why I should. Her entrance was so smooth it might have been greased, but that wasn't all. It wasn't just her influence, but her. Her presence, that alien, insectile thing that I could feel forcing itself not to rush around my mind with gleeful abandon efficiently picked over all centers of control in my mind, both mine and Mum's. I felt the latter being completely and thoroughly obliterated before I was filled with a sexual drive that was beyond anything I'd ever experienced on my own. I felt myself jerk, heard a low moan break from my lips as I realized that pure sexual bliss could only come from following every one of Mistress Ashleigh's commands to the letter.

And I could recognize her for what she was, the feel of her as she filled me with her desires. Beyond being my aunt, she was truly an 'it', a parasite that, as much as I wanted to please, I was also subtly revolted by to my very core. What she was, the thing the delectable body in front of me hosted, was far worse than any nightmare, and I loved her truly, completely and unendingly. Yet, there was something else, something that was somehow familiar that it seemed I should recognize, but couldn't.

I experienced a sudden mental orgasm as I drifted in her parasitic embrace, jerking again as I longed to fulfill her every perverted desire. My mouth moved, sounds came out, but I don't remember what I said before she was gone from my mind, leaving my body covered with tingling goose pimples.

"Sweetie pie, you and your little whore of a mother play with my pussy. Kitten, get on your feet and lick my tits all over. Suck my nipples. Sheila, you help your slutty little daughter."

Sheila, the only one in the family- quite possibly on the entire planet- who was impervious to influence, was as eager to please as Mum, kitten and I were. With an eager grunt, she gladly grabbed her older sister's left breast and began greedily kissing here and there while Kitten did the same on the right, her expression denoting how happy she was to grant any wish of her aunt's as her tongue happily and eagerly explored the tit meat above the red silk cup of Ashleigh's corset.

Mum and I went down to our knees and reverently stroked Ashleigh's pussy through her chrome thong with our eager fingers. We both delighted when she flinched, telling us she enjoyed our attentions, and we smiled as our fingers found their way behind the shiny, upside down triangle. Mum stroked her sex, rubbing at her clit from time to time as I slowly worked my index finger up her wet pussy. A minute later, Ashleigh was being pulled down to the mattress, her large tits hanging free, thong pulled out of the way. The four of us veritably attacked her, Mum yanking at her thong until the thin waistband broke, me eagerly going down on the beautiful, soaking pussy before me.

Ashleigh groaned as her sister and niece needfully massaged her tits while sucking avidly at her nipples. Meanwhile, Mum was trying to push my face aside so she could lick her sister's sopping pussy as well. But, with Ashleigh now on her back, we each spread a leg and were able to find enough space to lick and suck together, our tongues often touching, fingers sharing her canal to draw out more of her flowing essence to greedily lick up.

We really were like the pack of jackals our elder accused of us being earlier, on hands and knees, feasting on her anatomy until she climaxed and then feasting some more. I watched Mum start licking her anus, holding her leg spread as I still held the other. Ashleigh loved this and it encouraged Mum to keep doing it while I tried to stick my tongue as far up her pussy as I could, holding it open with a finger as I wagged it around and played with her clit.

And then something interesting happened.

I noticed a scent in the air. It was close, it was attractive, it was familiar, and it didn't have anything to do with Ashleigh. It pulled at me, enough that I stopped what I was doing and looked up to see Kitten's ass almost in my face, knees spread on the mattress as she single mindedly made out with one of Ashleigh's big tits. Let me be clear here that this scent wasn't her pussy, or any smell in the commonly accepted use of the word. It was her, the same sort of scent, I knew, that my grandmother could smell of Mum from me at Shoreline Residential that day, the same sort of scent that Mum could also smell of her from me later on. Yes, it was Sera's recognition of her own, but not only that; it was my recognition of what particularly belonged to me.