Bonding Time By Montrose A Father and son fall victim to a Mother and Daughters My Mom dropped me off at my Dad's apartment at 5pm Friday night. "See you Sunday night," she chirped and pecked at my cheek, leaving a lipstick smudge. She was dolled up for a weekend with her new man. I wiped the red smear off my face. "I'm eighteen. Why can't I stay home while you and Gerard go to Vancouver? I've done it thousands of times." She wasn't a bit fazed. "We already discussed this. I know you're an adult, but you never spend time with your Dad and this is the weekend he had available. You promised, so have fun." She was practically pushing me out the door with my duffle bag. Seconds later I stood on the sidewalk as she merged into traffic and accelerated, obviously excited about her weekend - a thought I needed to put out of my mind. I trudged to the brownstone building and punched the buzzer with my Dad's apartment number on it. "Yeah?" it squawked at me, almost sounding like my Dad. "I'm here. Buzz me in." There was a pause. "Who is this?" "Dad! Buzz me in!" "Erik?" "Yeah!" This was getting off to a great start. Another pause. Finally the door made that angry bees noise. I pulled it open and climbed the three floors to his apartment. As I walked up to his door it opened. Dad stood on the other side looking confused. "Is this that weekend?" My gut sank. "You don't remember that you were making me be here this weekend?" There was no way to call my Mom back at this point. He got a funny look. "Come on in. I... I just have to... make a call." I dumped my duffle on the sofa and looked for the remote to the new flat screen TV. At least there would be that for the weekend. I heard his voice from the bedroom saying, "I know. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It'll still work, won't it? I'm sorry. I know. Anything you want. I'm sorry. Okay. Yes. Okay." Sounded like he was getting his ass chewed. I wondered if he had a work deadline this weekend. I would tell him not to worry about me so long as there was food in the house and he gave me some spending money. He came in looking a little pale. "It may be a little crowded here this weekend." "What's up?" I found the remote and sat down. "You remember Barbara?" How could I forget Barbara. She was half way between Dad's age and mine, six feet two and so fucking hot she melted my zipper just looking at her. What she saw in my five feet ten Dad with his bald spot and paunch was beyond me. Sure, he had a few coins to rub together, but he wasn't super-rich. I only met her once, quickly, at a restaurant, but I was sure I would never forget her. The only outward sign I gave to my Dad's question was a nod. "She's having her apartment painted this weekend so she and her teen daughters are spending the weekend here." I tried to not smile. "She has daughters?" If they were anything like their mother... "Twins. Your age actually." He brightened up. "Maybe you could spend time with them! You know, go out! I'll give you some money." I nodded again and tried to contain the images growing in my imagination. I could spend time with them all right. Two boring hours later the buzzer jolted me out of a rerun of South Park. My Dad pushed a button in the hall. "Yeah?" "Open!" A curt, tinny voice replied from the small speaker. Quickly, he buzzed her in. He looked flustered as he pushed his comb-over into place and fixed his collar in the hall mirror. He glanced at me. "Stand up. Tuck in your shirt." He was so spazzed out, I actually did as he said. I could hear them clomping down the hall now. My Dad opened the door. "Barbara! Welcome. And Welcome Tiffany and Tonya!" Barbara pushed him back, making room for the twins to come in behind her carrying the bags. They were blonde like their mother, and hella-yes curvy. Along with that, they had her high cheek bones and disdainful expression. They looked around with contempt until they caught sight of me. Then their blue eyes seemed to express some amusement, like they had passed a secret joke between their twin- connected brains. How could anyone tell these two babes apart? I would have to take a closer look and see if I spotted any differences. ;-) Barbara pushed my Dad backwards into the kitchen, towering over him in her spike heels. The twins closed the door, then stood shoulder to shoulder between me and the kitchen. They just stood smirking at me, not saying a word, barely moving. "Hi," I murmured. "My name is Erik." They looked at each other, then back at me. I checked their feet, expecting to see heels because they both stood as tall as me - six feet tall - but they wore only sneakers. They had an imposing presence for two pretty girls. From the kitchen I heard a loud SMACK! My Dad cried out. Then, SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK! And I mean LOUD! There was some scuffling and more slapping sounds. The twins smiled in a disconcerting way. I took a step toward the kitchen, around the twins. They moved as one, to block me. I stopped. What the hell was going on? I heard Barbara snarling in a low voice - saying something insistently to my Dad, who now appeared to be whimpering. "I'm sorry," he whispered. SMACK! He shut up. More of Barbara snapping; giving commands. I looked at her daughters. Their eyes twinkled at me. As if by preordained signal, they set down their bags. My Dad came out of the kitchen. His face was bright red and his hair was all over the place. His bottom lip was swollen. Barbara strode in behind him. Was he trembling? The twins parted. He looked up at them as if for approval. They nodded, and he stepped carefully between them, up to me. "Erik, there are going to have to be a few rules." His voice was quivering. I looked at the women. The twins looked amused. Barbara's gaze was drilling holes into the back of my Dad's head. I felt sick for my Dad's humiliation, but really, how much of a pussy could he be! So what if she has four inches and maybe 10 pounds on him. She's still a fucking woman! He should be standing up to her! Still. He's my Dad. I didn't want to be part of his humiliation by snapping at him. He already just got his ass handed to him. "Like what," I asked. "For starters, Tiffany and Tonya get the spare bedroom." I nodded. "Cool." I could handle the sofa and TV. "You will also need to check in with them before showering or using the guest bathroom for too long." I shrugged and rolled my eyes. "Whatev'." "You and I will also be in charge of all meals and clean up." I cocked my head at him. "And they want this place to be spotless at all times," he finished with a murmur. "Are you fucking kidding me?" I looked up at Barbara. She did not seem satisfied. "Please, son," my father pleaded with me. "It's just a couple days!" Tiffany, or was it Tonya, turned to her mother. "Permission to commence discipline?" she asked. Barbara nodded. "William, come with me." My father backed away from me. "It's easier if you just comply," he whispered, then he trotted after Barbara into his bedroom. She closed the door. And locked it. I looked back at the twins. They were rolling up their sleeves and doing light stretches. They wore white cotton button down blouses that strained around their matching racks, and matching plaid skirts that stopped above mid-thigh. Their long legs were bare down to ruffled anklet socks and their sparklingly white sneakers. "What the fuck is going on?" I asked. They separated, one walking to my right, one to my left. I turned to face the one on my right. That's when the other slipped me into a full nelson from behind. "Very funny," I growled, and attempted to break her hold. First I tried to muscle out with my arms, but that got me nowhere. So I tried to jerk her off her feet, maybe flip her onto the sofa. She set her feet and kept me right where I was. I felt her big round tits digging into my back. "Let go!" I struggled some more until the other twin smacked me in the face so hard I saw stars. "Stop it!" I yelled. She smacked me on the other cheek. My eyes were watering. Instinctively, I kicked out at her. She caught my leg and held it so that I couldn't get it back. Now I was standing on one foot, stuck in a full nelson between these girls. The one holding my leg smiled sweetly and ran her hand up the leg she was holding, to my groin. Her long fingers cupped and massaged my balls through my pants, making my cock stir and grow. The one behind me giggled pruriently. "You wanna fuck around, we can fuck around." I grunted, still struggling. "What are you doing?" "Anything I want to," replied the blonde with my leg. She made a fist, right by my groin. "Do it," said her sister. Was she fixing to punch me in the balls? "No!" She pulled her hand back. I saw muscles flex in her forearm. She set her feet. I struggled harder. BAM! Her fist landed higher than I had feared, driving all the wind from my gut. She hadn't fisted me in the balls, she had punched my stomach so hard I thought I would cough up lunch. The girl behind me had braced for it, so that the blow landed with full force. The full nelson let go. I toppled to the ground with the one in front still holding my leg. She wrapped it around her leg and bent it in a painful direction. I screamed in agony. It felt like she was pulling my knee apart. I heard my Dad say something, then a scuffle in his bedroom. The twins smiled silently. The free twin knelt on my skull and twisted my arm up behind my back. "Let me go!" To my surprise, they did. They let go and stepped back. Slowly, I got to my feet. I was panting, but they looked fresh and unruffled. "You jumped me," I complained. The twins turned to each other. "He's right you know." "Yes, he is.." "Most unfair." "Unkind as well." "Yes." "We should fight fair." "All right. Do you want the first round?" "I would appreciate it, if it's all the same to you." "My pleasure. Just leave some to me?" "I'll try." They looked back at me. The quick back and forth between them had made me dizzy. One of them dropped back and sat on the sofa. She opened my duffle and proceeded to go through my things. "Hey!" I stepped toward her. The standing twin slapped me in the face. SMACK! I staggered a step. "HEY!" She stood between me and her seated sister. She smiled and raised her fists. "Fine!" I spat and raised my fists too. If these bitches needed a lesson, I would give them one. I'm not the pussy my father is. I stepped in to throw a punch and received a quick rabbit punch to my eye that knocked me back two steps. I had barely seen it coming. And now, she was advancing. SMACK! She knocked my face to the right with a backhand. I swung a punch and she ducked. SMACK! She back handed my face to the left. I stumbled, but the wall held me up. She backed up and let me pull myself off the wall. I turned and back peddled. I needed to regroup. She couldn't possibly be tougher than me. I'm not a boxer, but I have played football as a running back. I decided to take her to the ground. I charged, going in low. She took the blow, stepping back one step, then lifted me, almost upside down, before falling forward onto me, driving me into the floor with her weight on top of me. "OOF!" I gasped as she landed on me. She was heavier than she looked - maybe 160. Quick as a wink she slipped me into a reverse figure four and strangled me with her legs. Her ass pushed on the back of my head as her rock-solid calf dug into my throat. I coughed and began to see red dots. "Please remember to leave something for me, Tonya." Tonya sighed and released me. "Very well." She stood. "He's all yours, Tiffany." They slapped hands. Tonya sat and took over rummaging through my things. Tiffany stood and came toward me. "Get up, Slave-boy." I rose to my hands and knees. "I'm not your fucking slave, Bitch." My voice was raspy and breathy from the beating and choking - not impressive on my part. Her sneaker slammed into my ribs. I fell over, winded again and gasping in pain. "Yes you are," Tiffany informed me. "You just don't know it yet. Now. Get up." I couldn't comply as fast as she liked with the pain in my ribs, so she hauled me up by my hair. I knew I was in trouble, but still couldn't believe it. As she stepped toward me, I stepped back until I bumped into a wall. Tiffany smiled. "Nowhere to run, Slave," she told me. Then she slapped the shit out of me first left, then right. My face was burning from the abuse. I put up my hands to block her. She punched my stomach instead. My hands went down. She leaned forward and spit in my eye. I leaped forward and took her into a headlock. "Yeah!" I yelled, walking her back to the center of the room. I choked her as hard as I could, elated to have the upper hand. Tonya looked up from my underwear and magazines, then went back to riffling through my stuff, throwing my toothbrush onto the floor. She didn't seem impressed or worried. Tiffany put a hand on my back and another on my leg and picked me up sideways. She turned toward the dining room table and slammed me down onto it so hard I gasped, but I kept my hold. She picked me up and did it again. This time the table cracked under me and her head popped free. She pulled me off the table and dumped me on my face at her feet. She dropped a knee onto my back. "Would you like to call me Bitch again?" she asked. I couldn't answer. I was in too much pain. How many broken ribs did I have? I wondered. She sat her ass down on the back of my head, grabbed my hair and bounced my face on the floor, dropping her weight on me every time. After three bounces, I nearly passed out. When she stood, I was unable to move. She left me and slapped hands with Tonya again. They traded places. Tonya pulled me to my feet, pulled my face into her big boobs and smothered me. I fought for air, but she wouldn't give me any. Finally, my legs gave way and she let me drop. The room was spinning. Tiffany joined her, looking down at me. "Are you our Slave-boy?" they asked in unison. Before I could answer one of them stomped on my belly. "We asked you a question," one of them said. "Answer it," said the other. "y-e-s," I managed to gasp. "Prove it," said one. She turned her back and dropped her panties, lifting her skirt. Her sister caressed her round bottom. "Kiss this sweet ass," said the sister. "Kiss it and swear allegiance to us." As quickly as I could, I struggled to my knees. I flinched from the sister who was looking at me. I placed my mouth on the other sister's butt and pushed my lips up her tight ass-crack. My lips collided with her snug asshole and I kissed it. "Tongue," came the command. My tongue shot out. The sister I was licking moaned. "Is he good?" "Oh, yes." "My turn?" "In a moment" "Don't be a hoggy bitch." "We have all weekend." Eventually, my face was pulled from one ass and stuffed into another. Then back again. I don't know how many times this act repeated, with the variation of licking pussy after a while. When I was able to focus, I realized that both girls were relaxing on the guest bed, kissing and fondling each other, as I, on my knees, moved back and forth from one pussy to the other, pleasing them with my face. I had lost track of time and space being their slave boy. "You may stop," they sighed. "Yes. Stop." I struggled to my feet, still a bit woozy. They looked so relaxed, naked from the waist down, caressing each other, finger fucking each other. Still, I knew that one move from me and they would unite in kicking my ass. "Anything else, Mistresses?" I asked. One of them reached into a bag and pulled out a strap on cock. "Holy fuck." I nearly peed at the sight of the monster. "Go cook us dinner. Steak," The one with the cock whispered as she strapped herself in. "Yes'm." I bolted from the room. While I cooked I heard moans of pleasure from the girl's room and moans of pain - my Dad - from his room. Eventually, he joined me in the kitchen, but he had trouble walking and standing upright. Barbara appeared at the kitchen door. She was dressed all in leather now, sporting an enormous strap- on of her own. It was dripping with lubricant. The smell of sex wafted from her body like a wave from the ocean. She was powerful like her daughters but taken to Goddess level. They were mere demons in comparison. She helped herself to an apple, took a huge bite, and strolled off into the living room. The sight of her wagging ass nearly made me cum in my pants. My Dad and I looked at each other, stunned and in shock. Finally, I managed to speak. "She is outrageously hot," I said. He smiled for an instant. "How are the girls?" "Killing me," I replied. "Did it take both of them?" I shook my head no. "I mean, yeah, they both beat on me, but I wouldn't have done any better against just one of them." Why lie? The only reason they broke a sweat with me was because I was eating them out. He nodded. "They like their steaks medium rare." I turned to my cooking. I had better get this right. Miss Barbara returned. She handed the apple core to my father and walked up to me. Frightened, I turned away to cut carrots for a salad. She walked up behind me, pressing her tits into the back of my shoulders. "Have my daughters explained things to you?" I shivered before her. "Yes Miss Barbara." "You are their slave, correct? Their toy?" "Yes Miss Barbara." "Good." Her hands roamed over my chest. My hand shook on the knife. "Are they in there fucking each other right now?" I gulped. "Y-y-yes Miss Barbara." "Have you ever been fucked up the ass?" she asked as her hands slid down into my pants. "Oh god!" I moaned. I felt her strap on pressed into my back. "What was that?" she purred into my ear as her hands caressed my balls. "N-n-n-n-n..." I took a breath. "N-n-no... M-m-m-miss-s-ssssss B-barbara." "Those stupid girls have passed up their chance to pop your cherry?" She kissed my neck and held me closer as one of her hands explored my boner. "I guess the honor falls to me then. Come, little man." She turned to my father. "Finish up in here. We'll be done in an hour or so." She turned, taking me with her. My father's mistress was walking me to his bedroom to rape my ass! I trembled and she cooed, trying to sooth me. It was nothing like what I imagined. She went slow and stroked me off as she humped me. At some point she turned me over so we were facing each other. My feet were on her shoulders and she continued to jerk me off as she slid her bone in and out. When I came, she aimed my cock so that it shot into my own face. Then she lowered herself onto me, hurting my balls a little. She licked my come from my face, guiding it into my mouth as she kissed me, making me swallow every drop. It was the most stimulating sexual encounter I've ever had. When we walked back out of the bedroom it was to see my father stuck between the twins with one up his ass and one in his mouth - two strap-ons - stuck like a pig on a spit. They were using him as a table, their plates on his back as they ate steak. We continued our servitude, being interchangeable as far as the women were concerned. My father and I bonded as never before over the weekend's activity.