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.