Chapter Nineteen: The Alexanders meet the Harrisons
I was home that evening, thinking about what I was going to do that weekend to make it special for Cheryl and Karen. I had some ideas, but that made me realize something. My parents did not know anything about what I was doing. Now normally, I would expect that most parents knew little about their children's sex lives, but I think my parents were different. They knew all about it, except this aspect. More importantly, they could probably give me, could have given me, excellent advice on the situation.
I decided that I should talk to them, though I dreaded it, now that I had kept it from them for so long. Nevertheless, I asked if I could talk to them after dinner.
"What's up, son?" my father asked.
I sighed and said, "I need to tell you about something that I have been doing." Deciding to tell them the unvarnished truth, I proceeded to discuss the situation with Helen, how that led to me dominating her mother, and eventually Karen's involvement. I ended by telling them about my promise for this weekend, and some of my plans for keeping it. Throughout the thirty minutes or so that I was talking, my parents were silent, though they did exchange some pointed glances.
When I was done, I sat back in my chair, exhausted, waiting for the backlash. They just looked at each other for a few minutes, then my father sighed.
"You certainly jumped into the deep end of the pool, haven't you?" he asked. I just nodded.
"So you want to tell them about how we live?" he asked. I nodded again.
"Well, I am not sure that what you did was the way that I would have done it," he said. "I am also pretty sure that I would have said you were too young to be doing this. However, you've done it. I don't know what would be worse, letting you go on with this and worry about the consequences later, or telling you to stop, which would be very unfair to Cheryl and Karen." He sighed again.
"Let your mother and I discuss this, and we will talk about it in the morning," he told me.
I nodded, and had an uneasy night thinking about it.
In the morning, I was up very early. I went down, and soon my parents joined me. I looked at them expectantly as Girl served us breakfast. During breakfast my father said, "Your mother and I have discussed it. Again, if you had come to us earlier we may have recommended that you not go forward with your plans, but what's done is done. The way you tell it, you seem to be doing fairly well. I'm inclined to give you your head on this. However, what I'd like to do is invite the two of them over for dinner on Thursday, and have a discussion with Cheryl alone. After that, we'll tell you if you can go ahead with this weekend. Of course, that will mean explaining to Cheryl about our lifestyle in advance, though you probably needn't tell Karen anything about it yet."
I wasn't thrilled about that, but then I thought about it, and I realized that it would be good to have someone else to talk to about my life. For the longest time, I felt as if I had this huge secret that I could not share with any of my friends. I agreed with my dad, and resolved to talk to Cheryl that afternoon.
"Shall I just invite Cheryl and Karen, or should I invite Helen as well?" I asked.
"Invite them all," my father told me. "After dinner, you'll have to keep them occupied while we have a chat with Cheryl."
I nodded, and we finished breakfast in silence.
After school that day, I went over to Cheryl's house. I knew that the girls would not be home yet. When I got there, Cheryl greeted me directly from lying by the pool. She was wearing the white bikini that I loved so much.
"Does Helen know that you wear that?" I asked.
"Yes, she told me that I could have it," she said. "She told me, and I quote, ' I wouldn't want to wear it after it's been on your skanky cunt'."
"How did that make you feel?" I asked.
"Mad. I reminded her that she came out of my skanky cunt."
I laughed at that one. "Go take a dip, then I want to talk to you."
She smiled at me and turned away, putting quite a wiggle into her ass, which was completely exposed by her thong. She walked to the diving board and sliced into the pool, swimming under water until she reached the edge, then pulling herself out. She stood in front of me, effectively nude in the now transparent bikini.
She glanced down at my pants and asked, "Would you like me to relieve you in some way?"
"Yes, but I'd better not," I said. "We need to talk for a bit."
She sat down in a chair next to mine, spreading her legs so that I could see the lips of her pussy on either side of the bikini bottom. "Stop that," I said. "I have to think about what I am saying."
"Then why did you have me get wet?" she asked.
"Because I'm still human!" I exclaimed.
"Yes, sir," she said, entirely unrepentant.
I sighed, smiled, then went on to the hard stuff. "Remember that I told you that I knew people who were like you? That enjoyed being submissive? That were happy?"
She nodded.
"I want to tell you about one of them. She's my mother. She is a slave, and my father is her master."
Cheryl gasped. "Really?" she asked.
"Yes, and my father has been very open about it with me. As a consequence, I tell them about my sex life as well." Cheryl gasped again. "That's right, I told them about us."
Cheryl looked panicked. "They are going to call the police! I'm going to jail!"
She was looking around, almost hyperventilating. She started to get up, so I barked, "Cheri. Sit down and stop talking!"
She sat down, her eyes wide. "Take a deep breath and calm down," I ordered in the most dominant voice I could manage. It worked, because she took a few deep breaths.
"Would I do anything to hurt you?" I asked. She looked uncertain, but she shook her head.
"Don't worry about us getting into trouble," I told her. "My parents were upset, but not at you. They were not worried that you took advantage of their innocent child. They were worried that I took advantage of an inexperienced submissive!"
What I said was finally starting to get through to her. "Really?" she asked.
I leaned forward and kissed her lightly. "Really," I told her. "My parents aren't like most other people that you are likely to meet. But they are curious about you, and they won't let me go through my plans for the weekend until they get a chance to meet you and ensure that I am not taking advantage of you."
"You taking advantage of me?" she asked.
"Yes, so you and your daughters are invited to my house for dinner Thursday night," I told her.
"What is going to happen?" she asked nervously.
"We are all going to sit down to a nice dinner while my family gets to know my friends, and my friends get to know my family," I explained. "After dinner, your daughters and I will go to the game room and hang out while my parents have a little conversation with you."
"What are they going to say?" she asked.
"I don't know," I admitted. "But I do know that you should not be worried. The very worst thing that could happen is that they will tell me that I can't carry out my weekend plans. Other than that, you will not get into trouble."
"Are you sure?" she asked. "What if they say that you can't take me on Friday?" She sounded almost as scared of that as getting into trouble.
I leaned forward and kissed her again. "Just be honest with them, and I'm sure it won't come to that."
"What should I wear? What should we bring?" she asked, now getting nervous about the impending dinner.
"Dress nicely casual," I said. "It won't be formal. But just so that you remember who you are, no panties."
She gasped again. "You want me to be at dinner with your parents without panties?" she asked.
"Yes. I want you to be at dinner with them, thinking about how their little boy ordered you attend without panties. How the very next night, in the same house, you will be taken up the ass by that very same boy. That is how I want you."
"Oh, God. Yes, I'll do that," she said.
"I never doubted it for a moment," I said. I kissed her again and told her, "Don't tell Karen what this dinner is all about. It's just a nice dinner with friends."
"OK," she said. I left before Karen arrived home.
Thursday night came, and we were at home preparing for our guests. Girl was still dressed as a maid, in one of her less revealing outfits, though as always, she was sans-panties. When the doorbell rang, I told Girl that I'd get it. I opened the door, greeting the three Harrison women. "Thanks for coming," I told them.
Helen walked in first, saying, "Thanks for inviting us."
Cheryl came in next, and I gave her a kiss on her cheek, surreptitiously sliding my hand under her dress, checking for panties. She whispered in my ear, "Did you really think that I would disobey you?"
"Not really, but its fun to check," I said.
Karen came in next, and she had seen what I had done. "Going to check me, too?" she asked.
"Of course," I answered. I kissed her cheek as well, while fondling her other cheeks, which were bare as well. We all moved to the living room, where my parents were waiting. They had met Helen before, on the occasions when she was over, but I did the introductions for the others. We sat and chit-chatted as my parents got to know Cheryl a little. I could tell that Cheryl was extremely nervous.
We eventually went into the dining room for dinner. Girl served us a delicious meal. Karen was definitely looking curious. She knew that something was up with her mother, but she could not tell what and Helen had picked up on the dynamics as well. Cheryl was trying to behave normally, but she was very nervous.
Dinner was finally over, and my father asked Cheryl if she would come to the study to chat with him and my mother while I showed my friends to the game room. Cheryl nervously complied, and I took Helen and Karen to the game room.
When we got there, Helen asked, "What's with my mother? She seemed so out of it."
"Yeah," Karen chimed in.
"She hasn't been here before, she's probably just nervous," I said.
"Nervous about what?" Helen asked. Then she looked at me shrewdly and asked, "Nervous about meeting the parents of the boy she's fucking?"
Karen was indignant and said, "She has not fucked him, you bitch, so keep your thoughts in your head!"
We were both surprised at her strong reaction, but Helen pushed back. "Maybe she hasn't and maybe she has, but she would in a heartbeat if he asked her. And he damn well controls just about everything about her. I'd be nervous if I were in her place."
"Well you're not, so too bad for you!" Karen exclaimed.
"Too bad for me?" Helen demanded.
"Just because you are jealous of Mom, it doesn't mean you can be a bitch to her!"
"Jealous? Me? Hah!" However, Helen looked nervously at me. That surprised me. To avoid a fight, however, I decided to change the subject.
"How about a game of pool?" I asked.
"Strip pool?" Karen asked.
"Right! You are such a slut!" Helen huffed back.
"Karen, you are trying to antagonize her," I observed. "I want you to stop it now."
"OK," she demurred instantly.
"Damn! If only I could get that kind of instant obedience!" Helen said, shaking her head.
"You might be able to if you went about it a different way," Karen replied.
"Oh yeah, what would you know about it?" Helen asked.
"I may not know how to control people, but I know how people like being controlled," she replied.
"That's enough," I said, and Karen piped down.
Karen picked up a pool cue and said, "I'll play you. You break. For every ball you sink, I'll take off one item of clothing."
"That's not necessary," I said. Nevertheless, she racked the balls and I broke. It was not a particularly good break, and only one ball dropped into the hole.
Karen stood up and pulled her dress over her head. She stood there, nude, and said, "Whoops, that's all the clothes that I have."
I was just staring at her, and Helen said, "Put your clothes back on, you slut!"
"No," I said. Helen looked at me in surprise, and I told her, "She made a deal, she's going to keep it."
"Oh, yeah?" Helen asked. "And what is she going to take off when you sink the next ball?"
"For each ball I sink," I explained, "Karen will go another day without being allowed to wear clothing at home."
"Really," Helen said evilly. "And what happens when I have friends over?"
"Doesn't matter," I said.
Karen was looking at me in shock.
"You were playing with fire, and you knew it. Are you willing to pay the cost?" I asked.
She nodded and handed me the chalk. "It's still your turn," she said.
We ended the game with me sinking nine balls. I must admit that it was quite nice standing behind her as she leaned over to hit the ball. Or standing on her side, watching her tits hang down. When Helen saw that I was watching, she said, 'Perv,', but Karen preened.
"So you've got my mother, and now, apparently, you've got my sister," Helen said. "Am I next?"
"You wish," Karen muttered.
I had warned her, but she was still surprised and jumped when I slapped her across her ass. She rubbed her ass, then got a sexy look and bent back over the table. She looked back and me sexily and said, "Thank you sir, may I have another?"
Helen snorted and I just shook my head. "It's not much of a punishment if you enjoy it."
"But I don't," Karen said in a syrupy voice. "It hurts ever so much, and I dread it, but I must take my punishment."
"Get up before I let Helen have a go at you," I said with a laugh.
But Karen turned to Helen and while looking sexily at her said to me, "Oh will you? If I must, I'll have to take it."
"Oh. My. God! You are such a slut!" Helen said. I must admit, I had to agree. I also had to adjust my pants.
"Get up Karen," I said, and she sexily pushed herself up. I thought back a week, at the conservative, almost frumpy Karen, and I couldn't believe it.
When the game was over, I had Karen re-dress, though she was not eager to do so. Before we went upstairs, Helen asked me her question again. "You never answered me. What do you plan to do with me? What are you going to do with my whole family?"
"I don't plan to do anything to you," I said. "As for the rest of your family, that is for me to work out with them, individually." She just shook her head.
We went back to the kitchen, where Girl gave us a drink and a little more dessert. We were joined shortly by my parents and a much more relaxed looking Cheryl. We talked a bit more, then we walked them to the door. Before they left, Cheryl gave me a kiss, in front of her daughters and my parents. It was not a little kiss. Helen and Karen were probably the two most surprised, but I was not far behind. She whispered in my ear, "I'll see you tomorrow night!" Then she left, taking her daughters with her.
"What did you talk about?" I asked.
"Oh, no," my father said. "That is for you to discuss with Cheryl. However, you do have my permission to have both her and Karen over for the weekend." Then he took my mother's hand and pulled her after him, a gleam in both their eyes.