A Complicated Life Pt. 04

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** This story contains several fetish themes: small penis humiliation, cuckolding, incest, cfnm. This may not be something you enjoy if these themes do not resonate with you. All characters are over 18. This is a work of fiction – some characters will have actions that would never work in real life. If you enjoy this story, please leave a comment and check out some of my other stories. **

Chapter 4

“Heading out!” Hope’s voice rang throughout the bedroom, echoing off the walls, but her excitement and energy were not reciprocated. Charity and I slept for a couple more hours, then laid in bed talking. The girls should be back around three o’clock, so Charity’s friend was going to come over at 2:00 to give us plenty of time to get ready. 

“How you feelin’?” Charity asked.

“Nervous. Maybe we shouldn’t…”

“Uh-uh! You aren’t backing out. You do this, you know? When your arousal is no longer acting as a buffer to your humiliation, you get… somber… shy. But, we can’t back out, Honey, it’s happening.” She slid down my body, her breasts coming to rest on my dick. I loved a good tit fuck, and she has amazing tits.

She dragged her heavy breasts across my dick over and over, reawakening my lust. 

“Your baby dick feels so small between my big tits,” She teased. “Can you imagine how much smaller it would look between Hope’s soft, young breasts?” 

I moaned from somewhere deep inside me. 

“This is probably a good time to talk about some new rules…” Charity shared. “Hope is right, the old rules aren’t going to work anymore. So, I know it should go without saying, but… new rule five… You can not fuck the girls… that’s a deal breaker for me. I am serious, Jason… they can tease you, toy with you, even jerk you off, suck your dick, and whatever else they have you do. But… Do NOT fuck them… I mean it!” She spoke sharply.

“Jason,” She said, gripping my balls hard, making sure she had my complete attention. “They’re adults, but they’re also still young – you need to be the adult. So, hear me.” She squeezed my balls harder. “If you’re little dick slides inside either one of them, I will lock you in chastity so long you’ll likely lose a full inch by the time I let you out.”

“And… if you cum inside either of them… I will torture your balls until you’re begging me to castrate you to make the pain stop.” I’d never seen her crazy eyes before, but she had them now. 

“Anything short of them tying you down and rapping you will have painful, long-lasting consequences.” She snarled. 

“I promise, Charity, I can’t imagine they’d even want that.”

“Babe… Hope was right, I’ve seen you leering at them a bit over the years. I understand Hope and I look a lot alike, and … well, Grace is… obviously sexy. When she’s wearing those tight black volleyball shorts, I swear everyone in the gym notices her.”

Grace is beautiful in her own right; she’s leaner, more athletic, with a firm torso and legs that seemed to go on forever. At 5’10, she’s tall, much taller than her sister, and even taller than me. Years of volleyball, basketball, and cheerleading had given her a tight, toned body, and she moved with power and steadiness. Her legs are firm, with thick, muscular thighs, and an ass that would make Sabina Altynbekova say, “god damn” as she walked by. She was a popular girl and a bit of a goof. She loved being the center of attention and was always playful and fun, but once the game started, she was determined and focused. 

She had teased me back into a lust-filled stupor and squeezed my balls hard enough to deflate my erection. She grabbed my flat chastity cage, the smallest we have, and locked me up, making sure I wouldn’t jerk off while she wasn’t looking, and wore the key as a necklace. We finally made our way out of bed. Straightened up the house a bit, ate a late breakfast.

“I also think we should implement Hope’s rule,” She announced. “Rule number six – no clothes for you while we’re home. From now on, this is a CFNM – Clothed Female Naked Male home. When I come back, I expect you to be just like this.” She fondled my balls before she headed out to get a manicure and pedicure while I waited anxiously. 

It had been more than a year since we played with chastity, and this one is not for beginners. I had forgotten how odd it felt having my dick pushed inside me like that. I tried to ignore it, but I couldn’t. Then Chrity sent me a link to a video from one of our favorite porn sites, with instructions to watch it while she was gone. It was nearly 2 hours of cuckold and small penis humiliation porn clips. I streamed it to our TV in the family room, and it didn’t take long before I was aching to touch myself, so I decided to focus my energy on something productive. 

I slipped on my running shoes and hit the treadmill. A few seconds in, I realized how ridiculous I must look running wearing nothing but my safety green Adizero running shoes and my flat, chrome chastity cage, but I kept going. I ataşehir escort had the TV turned up loud so I could hear it over the treadmill. 

I was a bit lost in my own world, running, watching, and thinking. Suddenly, I see something out of the corner of my eye. I turned to see my wife laughing and holding her phone, recording me running. I shut down the NordicTrack and turned down the TV.

“Fucking adorable!” She teased. “Don’t worry, this is just for me…at least for now.” She bit her lip. It was just past 1:00, and he’d be here around 2, so she went to get ready. I sat at our kitchen bar, cooled off and rehydrated, while I scrolled on my phone and checked our daughter’s location. They should be here a little early, maybe closer to 2:45. 

I heard the bedroom door open, and I turned to see her. It was like a Whitesnake video, the light shined through our bedroom as she stepped out, the glare mixed with the dust in the air creating a theatrical entrance, her hair was pulled back in tight ponty tail, her lips adorned with raspberry red lipstick, a black choker around her neck, her breasts lifted high on her chest in her white lingerie set from La Perla, and her 4 inch Christian Louboutin pumps made her hips sway with the effortless elegance of someone who knew exactly who she was and made no apologies for it. “Fuck me!” I sighed at the sight of her.

“Later,” She teased, and slowly turned around, showing off her nice plump ass. She cascaded across the room, planting a soft kiss on my cheek. She smelled like vanilla and sex. “Too much?” She asked, already knowing the answer. I assured her it was perfect, she was perfect, and she assured me she was mine, always. 

Charity’s friend arrived shortly before Grace and Hope were due home. He was as discreet as ever, parking on the side of the house and slipping inside. We exchanged a quiet nod, and he shook his head as he saw me standing there in running shoes, naked and caged, but his focus was on Charity, and I couldn’t blame him.

“Damn?” He muttered as he approached her, wrapping his arms around her. “God damn!” He said, looking Charity up and down. He was genetically blessed, 6’2 with a firm, muscular build, broad shoulders, and smoldering good looks. His fair skin, Light brown hair, and blue eyes seemed to sparkle in the light of day. 

She took him by the hand, leading us to our bedroom, my eyes resting on her rippling ass as she walked. “I am ready, I am so tired of the secrets, tired of having to wait till Grace was in bed before coming home after a night out.” She shared, “And…” She hesitated, weighing whether she could really be so open. “Having both our girls know, having them tease you, I just know it’s going to reignite that passion you used to have. This is going to be good.” My heart was racing as she unlocked my cage and exposed my small, soft dick. This was really happening.

He undressed. It had been a while since I’d seen him this close. And, I had never seen him with the daylight shining through the curtains. Even flaccid, he’s longer and thicker than I am hard. Charity knelt down between us, taking his cock in her hands and looking up at me. She pumped him to half mast and then took him into her mouth. Her hand trailed up my leg, coming to rest on my much smaller member as she continued to suck and pump him to full erection. God, I wish that were my cock. I wish I had his length, his girth, his bulbous head. 

Charity’s friend was calm and collected, always ready to play his part. The plan was simple but devastatingly effective: he would be buried deep inside her the moment Grace walked through the door. Balls deep, Charity had said with a grin, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. Hope, of course, would be the one to keep Grace from bolting, to keep her in the room long enough to process what she was seeing. And then… we’d all wait to see how she reacted.

I couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt for what we were doing, but it was quickly overshadowed by the thrill of what was to come. Charity’s friend guided her into position. The sight of her like that, so willing, so ready, was enough to make my tiny cock twitch. He gripped her ass in those silky panties, moving his hands around to the front, feeling her warmth through the fabric. His cock rising as he explored my wife’s body, breathing her in, and feeling her grind against him.

He slid my wife’s panties down, and she stepped out, keeping her high heels on. She stared right at me as he buried his face between her cheeks, tonguing her entrance. Her face lit up in pleasure as a gasp of delight escaped her lips. She bent forward, giving him access to her cunt. He prepared her, but she was already soaking wet.

“Hope knows what to do,” Charity murmured, her voice low and steady, as if to reassure me. But there was no reassurance in this moment, only the raw, unrelenting truth of what we were about to do. My heart pounded in my chest, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps as I watched them together, their movements synchronized in an almost hypnotic way.

And then, the sound of the front door opening. My stomach lurched, and I felt a cold sweat break out across my skin. They were here. Charity’s friend slowly pushed himself inside my wife. Pumping his thick dick inside her, burying himself as promised, she let out a soft moan as he penetrated her. Hope’s voice echoed from the hallway, bright and cheerful, as she guided Grace toward the bedroom.

“This is going to be so much fun,” Hope was saying, in a loud whisper, making sure we could hear her.. Grace stifled a laugh, trying to stay incognito, completely unaware of what awaited her.

The door creaked open, and I braced myself for the moment Grace stepped inside, for the moment her world would change forever. 

This was it. 

No turning back now.

As my girls burst into the room, Charity threw her head back with an animalistic groan, her body arching as her friend drove his thick cock deep inside her. They had positioned themselves perfectly–Charity balanced with one knee on the edge of the bed, her other foot planted firmly on the ground, her body rocking with each relentless thrust from behind. There was no mistaking it. No way Grace couldn’t see the truth laid bare before her: the sheer size of him, the way he filled her mother completely, the undeniable reality that it wasn’t me fucking her.

“He’s so much bigger!” Charity cried out, her voice raw and unfiltered, playing her role without hesitation. She was all in, surrendering to the moment, and so was he. His hands gripped her hips tightly, driving into her with a fierceness that left no room for doubt.

“MOM!” Grace’s voice tore through the air, a mix of shock and disbelief. She froze in the doorway, her eyes wide, her face pale as the scene unfolded before her. Her hair was up in a ponytail, and she had on her cheerleading outfit. Hope was quick to act, stepping behind her sister and grabbing her by the shoulders, holding her and guiding her closer. “Look, Grace,” Hope said firmly, her voice steady despite the chaos. “Just watch.”

Hope held her there, forcing her to take it all in–the sight of their mom being fucked by a man who wasn’t their father, the raw, unfiltered truth of their unconventional life.

Charity’s friend didn’t slow down, his pace relentless, his focus solely on her. “Don’t you fucking stop,” Charity moaned, her voice low and sultry, her head rolling back as she met his thrusts with equal intensity. “Fuck me harder.”

Finally, Grace’s wide, disbelieving eyes landed on me. I stood at the foot of the bed, totally exposed, my tiny, throbbing 3.5-inch dick bobbing pathetically in front of her. Her face twisted in a mixture of shock and confusion as the realization hit her.

“Daddy!?” Grace huffed, her voice cracking. “What… what is this?!” Her eyes darted between me, Charity, and her mother’s “friend,” who was still pumping into Charity with unrelenting force.

Hope, ever the calm mediator, stepped closer to her sister, her hands still resting gently on Grace’s shoulders. She could sense Grace wasn’t going to bolt–curiosity had begun to set in, hooking her like a fish on a line. “Look, Grace,” Hope said softly, her voice steady and reassuring.

Grace shook her head, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to process the scene before her. Her eyes lingered on me, on my completely exposed body, and I felt a wave of humiliation wash over me. 

“OH my GOD!” Grace’s voice rang out, sharp and incredulous, cutting through the heavy air of the room. My heart hammered in my chest, my eyes locked on her face as I tried to gauge her reaction. Was she shocked? Angry? Disgusted? Her expression was unreadable for a moment, her wide eyes darting between me, Charity, and the man still buried deep inside her. I braced myself for whatever was coming, my tiny cock twitching nervously as I stood there, exposed and vulnerable.

But then, something unexpected happened.

A giggle bubbled up from deep within her, escaping her lips. Soon, that giggle turned into a full, unrestrained laugh, her head tilting back as she let it out.

“OH MY GOD,” she repeated, doubling over in laughter. “DaaadDY!” she sang, her voice high-pitched and teasing. “You DO have a baby dick!”

Her laughter was infectious, but I felt my cheeks flush, with a mix of embarrassment and relief flooding through me.

Grace turned to Hope, still laughing, and playfully shoved her sister’s shoulder. “Told you he was small!” she jabbed as if this were just another inside joke between them.

“Yeah, yeah, you called it,” she said, grinning back at her sister. “It’s so funny, but you have to admit, it’s fucking hot, right?”

Grace snorted, shaking her head, but she didn’t deny it. Instead, she turned back to me, her eyes lingering on my exposed body with a newfound curiosity. 

“I mean, I always wondered,” she admitted, her voice still tinged with laughter. “But I never thought I’d actually see it. This is… WOW! So cute, Daddy.”

I couldn’t have asked for a better reaction from my girls. But Grace’s laughter was freeing, and now, as she and Hope exchanged playful banter, it felt like a huge weight lifted off my shoulders. I watched as my wife’s face lit up with a smile. She bit her lip and let herself go, thrusting back against her friend’s thrusts.

“Damn!” Hope panted, “He’s like a fucking Greek god.” She huffed, glaring at the man pounding my wife.

“More like a Centaur! And, I know which part is the horse. That cock is massive!” Grace joined in. 

Charity moaned, more desperate, her body trembling as she neared the edge. Her friend’s thrusts became more brutal, ramming his fat cock deep inside her, their rhythm in perfect harmony as he approached his own climax. Her ass rippling as she pushed back, pounding into him.

“Yes!” she cried out, her voice echoing through the room. “Fuck me! Fuck me!” He pounded hard, fast, and deep, his large balls slapping against her clit, sending her over the edge. Charity made a loud squeal, shuddering as she creamed on his cock.

Her friend was relentless, his thick cock driving into her with a force that made the headboard hammer the wall with each thrust, he was drilling her through her orgasm. Any other day, it would have been impossible to look away, but today my focus kept shifting to my daughters, who had settled in with a kind of ease that still shocked me as they took a seat on the couch in our room.

“Come here, Daddy,” Hope said, patting the couch beside her. Grace was already on the other side. I sat down between them, and they kissed me on both cheeks. 

“I am so happy for you.” Grace beamed like showing support for a good friend coming out of the closet. Was this just part of this new, young generation to celebrate anything that deviated from traditional sexuality?

Hope’s hand found my tiny cock, her fingers wrapping around it firmly, and I couldn’t help but let out a shaky breath as she began to tease me.

“Fuck, Mom!” Grace called out, making my cheeks burn. “Ride that thing! Take it!” She was unapologetic in her support. 

“Yeah, take that horse cock!” Hope chimed in, her tone equally encouraging. “You deserve it, Mom!” She giggled and pushed my chest, leaning me further against the back of the couch. “Hey, Gracie?” She teased, “Guess what?”

“What?” Her sister played along.

“Daddy’s little dick is only three and a half inches long, and is an honest-to-god micro!” She laughed and wiggled it at her. “Watch this,” She giggled and wrapped her hand around my dick. “I can make it disappear!”

“Aw,” She grabbed my dick from her, “Daddy,” She sang out, making a pouty face. “It’s so hard. Like, this is as big as it gets, isn’t it?” 

“Yes, honey. That’s it.” I explained. The girls played with my penis and balls as we watched their mother getting reamed out. I’d never had two girls on my penis, and never imagined it would happen with my daughters.

Grace and Hope took turns making my dick disappear in their hands. Both laughed each time they did it. “Penis… No Penis! Penis…No Penis!” They sang out together.

The girls turned their attention back to their mother. Cheering their mother on, their voices a chorus of encouragement that filled the room with an energy I couldn’t quite comprehend. It was as if they were watching a sports event, their excitement palpable, their encouragement unfiltered. 

Grace turned to me, “Oh, Daddy,” she said, her voice light and teasing. “It’s so cute.” She giggled. “You like watching her, don’t you? You like watching mom get railed.”

“Yes,” I confessed.

We watched as a man who looked like he’d stepped straight out of a Viking fantasy–pound into their mother with merciless intensity. His muscles rippling with every thrust, his light brown hair damp with sweat. And his cock… it was enormous, so much larger than my own pathetic length, stretching Charity’s pussy in ways I could never hope to achieve.

“Fuck!” her friend yelled, his voice guttural and raw, as he yanked his long, thick cock out of her. It stood out strongly and thick, glistening with her arousal, and the girls gasped in awe at the sheer size of him. 

Charity dropped to her knees beside the bed, lifted her breasts toward him, her eyes begging. “Cum on me!” she pleaded, her voice hoarse and desperate. The girls, caught up in the moment, echoed her words with wild enthusiasm. “Yeah, cum on that slut!” they chanted, their voices mixing together.

His hand gripped his cock tightly, jerking it furiously as thick, white ropes of cum shot from the tip, splattering across Charity’s chest and stomach. The girls erupted in triumphant cheers, their eyes wide with fascination as they watched the scene unfold. 

“Holy shit!” Grace exclaimed. 

“That’s so much cum!” Hope added.

Charity tilted her head back, a satisfied smile playing on her lips as the last few spurts landed on her skin. She leaned forward and took him in her mouth, suckling the giant cock head, sucking the cum out.