The next few days were primarily occupied with rehearsing and then the two beach city bar shows that the band had gotten out of their appearance at the L.A. street fair. They did the same set each time that they had done during the gig before the fair and tore it up on both occasions. The shows didn't really pay that much, but at least it covered the rental of the truck they used to move their equipment plus about another $50. The band didn't care that much about the money, just playing out and having fun. As before, Jessica got a lot of attention from a nearly all male crowd of about 125 and she was feeling like an old hand at gigging now even though her experience was pretty thin in real terms. She was playing easily without having to think about it and her fluidity sent the guitar jocks in the audience into fist pumping paroxysms. She had her period that week, too, but she forgot about it once the adrenalin really started flowing.

The following week, which was the last before school began again, they did another small rec hall show and killed. It was now the most memorable summer of Jessica's life, even more so than the one before her junior year. After all, getting engaged is a pretty significant event. She was a legal adult and commencing her final two semesters of high school. She would actually have enough credits to graduate after taking just two classes during her spring term and could have conceivably attended university contemporaneous to that if she wanted to take some classes at junior college, but she ultimately would pass on that just to make the psychological adjustment to post secondary school life more gradual.

The first day of school was a little weird that year for her. In her first period class, girls she didn't even know were asking her, "is that an engagement ring?" and whether or not she was pregnant and who her boyfriend was. Then one of the guys in the same class who sat in an adjoining row asked her, "hey, don't you play in a Maiden cover band?" and wanted to take a picture with her. He had seen her in her band's You Tube videos and he recognized her name when roll was called. She got the connection thing with her band in four of her other classes and some of them had even seen her other videos, too.

Something similar happened with the other band members, including Mike. "Aren't you in that band with that hot Asian chick who can shred?" When she had lunch with Mike, kids were going up to them to ask how to play certain songs and it they would teach some of them to play guitar. Mike was more bemused by it than anything else because he realized fairly early on that a certain amount of that was possible and then had it reinforced by the reaction of some audience members at their gigs. Jessica, though, didn't really like it because she felt she was getting more credit for having tits and a pussy than anything else and because Mike was the driving force in the band, not her.

Mike and Jessica were still training Jennifer. Mike gave her kudos for starting to have anal with her husband. She had also gotten to where she could deep throat a toothbrush, so Mike had her work on the gel dildo and upped her benwa ball exercises to two hours a day and hoped that Jennifer would finish her training by the end of September. Of course, since they were in school, Mike and Jessica couldn't really do anything kinky with her mom for the time being. That didn't stop Mike from tying Jessica up, though. Both sets of parents now gave the engaged couple their privacy and Mike made sure that he wedged the doorstop underneath the door to keep them from seeing the ropes.

They followed the same routine as the previous year when it came to their study habits. Mike would drive Jessica home and they did their homework together then he returned home for dinner. The difference now, though, was that he would often come back after eating and showering and spend the night with her or vice versa  before departing for school together. Jessica liked having Mike in her bed. It added to her feeling of security plus it gave them a preview of what married life may be like. However, on the weekends, they slept at their own houses so as to not push the bounds of hospitality too far plus it allowed them more "me  time" if they wanted it. And yes, Mike was now keeping his room clean for Jessica's sake.

By the middle of October, Mike had turned 18 himself and Jennifer was released from her training by Mike because she was now able to deep throat her husband's cock. Carl enjoyed this new feature of their sex lives immensely and was flushing his balls into his wife's stomach several times a week as a result since she was giving it to him whenever he wanted it. Jennifer, though, still wasn't entirely happy because she needed more control from Carl than what he was exerting on her. Jennifer envied her daughter, who was getting all the restraint, use and sub space time she could handle from Mike.

Jennifer buttonholed Jessica and her fiance right after they came home from school one day, which would give her at least three hours to talk her feelings about this out. Basically, Jennifer wanted to tell her husband what she needed but wasn't sure how to frame it plus she wanted to spill the beans as to what Mike and Jessica had done with her to bring her to this point in her life. Mike was dubious about this even though he hadn't done anything penetrative with another man's wife. Nonetheless, he understood that dominance and submission had to be built on a foundation of pure honesty or it undermines the integrity of the trust between the members of a couple that makes it work. Plus if she put it all on the line, she could be truly proud of who she was and not have to hide anything. If she was to find the liberation inherent in submission to a dominant, she was indeed going to have to unburden herself. Mike was silently chastising himself for not realizing that this step would have to happen somewhere down the line. He was effectively being asked to tell Jennifer what he thought would be the best method of playing with what he saw as very unstable dynamite.

Mike had Jennifer hold off for a week so he could have time to orchestrate what was going to be rather surprising and perhaps even upsetting news for Carl. The ensuing Saturday would be D-Day. Mike and Jessica would sleep over at his house the night before so that by the time they arrived in the early afternoon Jennifer could disable part of Carl's brain by dressing in a bikini and flirting with him while also getting him in a randy mood.

When Jessica, who was also in a bikini in order to ramp up the sexual atmosphere a little more, and Mike, who had his goody bag with him, did show up, the elder Hamadas were on the couch with Jennifer holding Carl's arm in the living room. "Hi kids!" Carl greeted. "Hi daddy!" Jessica bubbled, asking Carl to give her hot body a hug. There was silence for a minute and then Jennifer hesitantly opened the floor for discussion. "Honey, there's something we need to talk about," eight words no man ever wants to hear from his significant other. "What, is Jessica already pregnant or something?" he wondered to himself. "What is it my little bluebird?" Carl inquired.

"Baby, I dearly love you and feel really blessed to be your wife. However, I need more control from you," Jennifer began. "What do you mean by control?" Carl interrogated suspiciously. "I need you to become more of an authority figure over me," she confessed. "The last couple of months, I have been working on improving my bedroom skills with the help of Mike and Jessica so that I could please you better. I've been sprinkling hints here and there about needing a stronger hand from you, but I think you're still uncertain as to what my intentions are and how far you should run with it." "Woah, woah woah, wait a minute! What do you mean with the help of Mike and Jessica? Have you been fucking him?" Carl asked, looking like he was getting his back up. "Mike never touched me, sweety. Jessica did fuck me, but Mike was there mainly with the guidance to teach me how to deep throat your cock, have anal sex with you and tighten my pussy for you. He also taught me how wonderful bondage is and how much I like being tied up."

Carl's cock was hard as concrete when he heard about Jessica screwing her mother. But still, he felt he had to act normal and he wondered if this was an elaborate practical joke. "So wait, Jessica fucked you? How did she do that?" "With a strap on, dear," Jennifer revealed. Mike felt that this is where he needed to jump in. "Mr. Hamada, Mrs. Hamada is a submissive. That is, she has an internal need to be dominated by a man and surrender her will to him." Jennifer added, "Mike saw it in my eyes one day.  He told me to do something and my initial impulse was to tell him to go take a hike, but then I felt something inside me asserting that I had to obey. He gradually had me doing more exhibitionistic stuff and when he began tying me up I swould kind of trance out and it felt so amazing. Mike pushed me harder and started having Jessica do stuff to me, too, which made me feel closer to her. As part of my anal training, she fucked me there because Mike thought I was ready for it. Then that weekend, I had anal sex with you the first time. He also put me on the regimen that allowed me to deep throat you and Jessica made sure I worked on that every day. He had me use benwa balls to strengthen my pubococcygeus muscles so my pussy could grip your cock in a stronger way and increase the friction we both feel."

"You guys gotta understand, this is all really weird for me," Carl confessed. "So is Mike doing this stuff with Jessica, too?" "Yes he is, honey and she loves him for it because her and I are alike in many ways and this is one of them. In fact, it was only because of his experience with Jessica that he was able to read me and help me discover and groom this side of myself." Mike braced himself for Carl, who was an offensive lineman in junior high and high school and built like a fireplug, jumping him and beating him to a pulp. The best defense often being a good offense, Mike interjected, "here Mr. Hamada, let me demonstrate what we're talking about." Mike had Jennifer move to the center of the room, strip and kneel with her hands behind her back. Carl, intrigued and enjoying the sight of his naked wife, let Mike put her in a breast harness before tying her hands together and then cuffing her ankles and anchoring the hand tie to the ankle cuffs. He blindfolded her and turned to Carl. "Okay Mr. Hamada, fuck her mouth." "In front of you guys?" "Daddy, it's no big deal. Please do it." Carl was pretty turned on and his unit was at full extension, so he shrugged his shoulders and decided to go through with it just so he could unload his liquid freight.

He rose from the couch and walked up to Jeniffer and pushed his fat white cock into her mouth. He grasped both sides of her head and commenced pumping his hips. In Jennifer's mind, this was what she wanted and her conscious mind started receding as she tasted his precum on her tongue. "Mr. Hamada, verbally humiliate her while you do that," Mike ordered. Now he was going to denigrate Jessica's mom in front of the 18 year old daughter? he pondered. "Daddy, mom needs this. So really degrade her!" Jessica implored. "Okay kitten," Carl caved. He shoved his cock hard into her throat. "You love tasting my dick, don't you whore?' he snapped. "So how many men did you suck to get this good at it?" he wickedly accused. Jennifer was now receiving from her subconscious the injections of endorphin heroin  that caused her to float into the ether as she felt her husband utilizing her mouth for his pleasure. Carl, in between moans, called her every name in the book. "Fuck yeah you dirty bitch. You wanna taste my cum, don't you? You want a reward for allowing me to use your mouth, don't you?" he insinuated. He was really reaming her cakehole now and his cock and her chin were covered in her saliva while he continued to drill between her lips and ride her tongue before the payoff in her throat, feeling her swallow against the head, the ensuing compression on it a sensation that he had been gifted with experiencing regularly recently.

His breathing was raspier and more rapid and the head of his Little Carl expanded and then he unloaded like a bazooka into her mouth, the warm, thick and salty cum being swallowed down her gullet as soon as it left his urethra. Spent, he pulled away as his penis became flaccid. "Okay Carl, now take off the blindfold and look at the expression on her face," Mike recommended. He did that and saw the glassy, drugged countenance now posted on her "boat race (cockney rhyming slang for "face")," one corner of her mouth hanging a smidge lower than the other. "Leave her like that so she can finish whatever intergalactic journey she's on," Mike advocated in hushed tones. Carl zipped his pants back up and restaked his place on the couch. "I saw that expression before," he averred quietly to his daughter and future son in law. "She told me that I could do anything I wanted to her and afterward she looked like that. I thought I had accidentally hurt her." "She was just in sub space, daddy," Jessica inculcated. "What's that, Jessica?" "It's  the best feeling in the world, daddy. You feel so peaceful and accepted for what you are. When I submit to Mike like that, I can really let myself go because of the trust we have. I always know he will bring me back safe. It's really comforting. And the rope work, the way it frames you, is so beautiful. It's like a special outfit that Mike makes for me that always makes me look like a work of art."

"So how long is she going to be in that state?" Carl wanted to know. "Generally anywhere from 30 minutes to a couple of hours. It depends."

Mike's expression then changed as he spoke to Carl. "Now look Mr. Hamada, you have to be careful with this stuff. To do well, it requires endless communication, careful observation of your submissive to make sure her well being is being protected and, most importantly, self control. I could easily have had sex with your wife, but in the BDSM world, one just does not do that. Your wife is owned by you and so for me to even touch her the protocol says I have to ask you permission. She has no power to grant that privilege herself. That's why I had Jessica do what I wanted done to her during her training. But due the nature of the scene, I allowed Jessica to have veto power over anything I asked her to do to her mom because it isn't my place to get between the relationship of a mother and daughter. Jessica, please tell your father why you carried out my orders with regard to your mother."

"Daddy, I wanted to help strengthen your marriage by encouraging mom to show more of herself to you and so that you would feed off of each other more. She was hiding her submissiveness from you because society makes us subs and dominants such as Mike feel ashamed of their needs even though the acts are consensual and mutually enjoyed with nobody getting hurt. Through this, mom and I became more emotionally connected to where having sex with each other was empowering and very loving."

Mike untied Jennifer, explaining to Carl that one never leaves anyone restrained for more than about 20-30 minutes at a time, depending on how much stress the tie puts on her body. He subsequently went on to elucidate on the difference between dominance and abuse and offered to teach Carl how to tie his wife up and give him more information about the ins and outs of BDSM. "This sounds like it could be fun," Carl gleefully exclaimed. "But  fuckin' A, Mike and Jessica, TMI, you know what I'm sayin'? "Sorry about t hat Mr. Hamada," Mike chuckled.

"Okay Mr. Hamada, go over to your wife and very gently shake her like you're getting her up in the morning and in a soothing voice urge her to wake up. She'll be groggy for a few more minutes, but back at 100% after that. Now listen, do not tie her up until I've given you the tutorial on it, okay/" "You got it, chief," Carl pugnaciously zinged. Mike  faced Jessica, "okay babe, let's go see if we can learn a couple Scorpions songs today," he propounded as he rolled her toward her bedroom.

"Wow, that went surprisingly well," Jessica critiqued. "Yeah, I was really afraid I was going to be in a beat down," Mike expressed. They spent the next several hours working on "Coming Home" and "Dynamite" by the aforementioned German metal band, laughing at their mistakes and being each other's critic. The time flew by and, at around 5 p.m., Carl knocked on Jessica's door and told her to go help her mom make dinner and also dictated that Mike stay to eat with them. When Jessica got to the kitchen,  her mother was naked except for an apron. "Daddy's learning," Jessica laughed to herself.

Over the meal, Carl wanted to know what it was like for Jessica to fuck her mother and Jennifer also confessed that she had sex with Jessica and even eaten her out, too. Jessica emphasized that the most important part of the experience was some kind of primal connection she felt to the person who had given birth to her and Jennifer confessed that she wanted to be as close as possible to her little girl. Also, Jessica's contribution to the endeavor of cementing the bonds between her mom and dad made Jennifer feel as if there was a kind of esprit d'corps in the household and that added greatly to her sense of happiness. It was weird, though, taking orders from her daughter while she was being trained.

Once they were finished, Carl had everyone rendezvous in his bedroom and, for the next several hours, he had Mike demonstrate a couple of basic ties while Mike lectured him on the importance of looking at the skin as a canvas. You don't want to tie it so hard that you leave marks and be circumspect about the impact on blood flow and nerves  Good ropework should be efficient and it shouldn't physically damage the subbie. After seeing Jennifer naked for a few hours, Mike's cock was one stone pony and, when Carl had enough of the instructional session, Mike went back to Jessica's bedroom and drilled his betrothed's brains out.

Carl had a new toy now. Like all  guys who are fascinated with gadgets and mechanical stuff, Carl wanted Mike to show him more stuff he could do with Jennifer. Mike locked nipple rings on to Jennifer's milk ducts and gave Carl the keys. "This will keep her nipples erect and her pussy wet, he instructed. "They will produce a thumping sensation in the nipples and she will want to touch and rub them, but you won't allow that unless she asks for and receives your permission. "Cool!" Carl smiled, seeing it as a neat tease game he could play with his wife. "Take them off once a week for an entire day just  to be safe," he further insisted. Mike then attached the vibrating nipple clamps and had Jennifer lie face down on her bed before demonstrating how to properly bind her to the bed posts. He then pulled out of his bag the vibrating butt plug and a tube of lubricant and, after oiling up  the plug, inserted it into her asshole. Next was the vibrating egg and it went into her pussy. "Now what I like to do here is overload her with sensations and I blindfold her so that the sensations she feels in her body won't be distracted by visual information,' Mike averred. "You may want to gag her if you're afraid of the neighbors hearing. Now watch," Mike grinned. Mike turned the vibrators on and then straddled Jennifer's legs and began tickling her. He kept at it until she was out of breath. He flipped the vibration rates all up to full and Jennifer felt that nice resonance in her groin in addition to the buzzing on her pulsating nipples. He took his paddle out and gave her two firm swats on her ass. Jennifer began panting and Mike urged Carl to look into his wife's peepers. He found that just like the Stones song, Jennifer was now the girl with the faraway eyes while she writhed and gasped under the spell of  the vibrators as well as the sting and heat from the swats.

Both Mike and Carl were hard and Jessica was wet while gazing at this display.. Carl and Mike high fived when Jennifer's body shuddered with her first orgasm. Carl turned to face Jessica and in a very determined voice, ordered her to remove her clothes. Mike let it go because Carl was her father and, besides, he wanted to see Jessica naked, too. Jessica actually let out a small moan as she heard the command from her daddy and her jeans, t-shirt, panties and bra were soon deposited on the floor. This was the fist time that Carl had seen his little girl naked since she was maybe two and wow, what a sight she was now!. "Mike, do you mind if I have Jessica fuck her mom again? I want to see that." "Not at all Carl. But it might be more fun if she did it while you fucked Mrs. Hamada in the ass." "Good suggestion, Mike. Let's get that done!" Carl smiled. Mike snared a strap on out of his bag as Jennifer was beginning to cum again.

Mike and Carl untied Jennifer's hands from the bedposts and then had Jessica put the strap on on. " "Fucktoy will lay down next to her mother," Mike reflexively ordered after he lifted her into the bed. "Is that what you call her?" Carl asked. "Actually, when we are in bigtime D/s mode, her full name is 'little Asian fucktoy,' " Mike baldly informed him. "You might want to come up with a D/s name for your wife, too. It makes things hotter." "I will," he agreed. Mike extracted the vibratng egg and buttplug out of Carl's wife. "Jen, straddle Jessica and sit on her cock," Carl coached. Jennifer knew her husband's voice even in the stupor she was in, and obeyed, automatically, throwing her left leg over Jessica, grabbing the gel dildo, and dropping her hips to sink the false penis inside of her. Carl leapt into bed  and forced Jennifer to lean over and, after drenching his raw, unsheathed cock in lube, pressed it into Jennifer's anus. Jennifer emitted a long puff of air as she felt his dick slowly coring her dirty zone.

Jessica, wanting to show her love for her mom, grabbed her left breast and brought it to her mouth to suck on the nipple. Carl put his hands on Jennifer's hips and began nudging it up and down on his and Jessica's cocks. All the twice impaled beauty knew was that both her asshole and pussy seemed full and what was in it made her feel really, really good. "You okay there kitten?" Carl asked her daughter. "Doing good daddy," she notified. The sensations inside Jennifer were so intense that she shivered every time she dropped her holes on their respective phalluses. Once she got some coordination, Jennifer's hips flexed her pussy and asshole up and down over the artificial fuck sticks and she was moaning, "oh yes, God, oh yes" over and over. With the strap on dildo in her love canal and Carl's rhythm stick in her poop shoot, the combined friction she was realizing was just so sweet that her mind just kept demanding that she give it more of those sensations, her butt bouncing up and down by instinct before her breathing made a rapid grunting sound and then she choked out a scream as the orgasm skewered her. She couldn't stop, her hips maintaining the same rhythm, and the effort was rewarded with another strong temblor in her fault line. Jennifer's boobs waved heavily above Jessica's eyes, her hands catching and gently squeezing them. "That feel good Jen?" Carl asked. "Oh fucccckkkkkk" was all the answer he heard and two minutes later she was hammered hard with another bolt of pleasure.

Jessica figured three orgasms was enough and now she was going to take a more active role, pulling her mom's head down and kissing her while she desperately tried to keep both cocks in her. Jessica looked at her beautiful mother's expression before catching a swinging breast and sucking hungrily on the milk duct and then coming up for air, her righthand stroking her mother's cheek. Jennifer straightened up more and undulated her hips faster as she felt the building sensations again and she orgasmed for the fourth time. Carl was getting close, too. The scene was just so hot and the pressure on his cock so great that his endurance was bound to break. A minute later, he sputtered big glops of semen into her anus and, as usually happened,  gaping it, most of the sticky sperm medium flowing out, the majority of it on Jessica's left leg.

Jessica rolled her mother on to her back and held the unnatural cock inside of Jennifer, hugging her tight and proclaiming her love for her. Jennifer, still high from the endorphins, embraced Jessica and dreamily reconfirmed her affection for her daughter. They lay there, both nude. "Hold that cock in her, fucktoy," Mike demanded. He climbed into bed and draped his body over Jessica's smaller one and pushed his prong into her, making them look like two dogs in heat. Mike started battering her slippery hole while Carl watched his daughter being fucked. Jessica was already well turned on by participating in that double penetration of her mother and was moaning up a storm within five minutes of Mike's first incursion into her. "Fuck, her cunt feels slick," Mike thought to himself as he ravaged her slot, each impact of his pubic bone against her ass also causing the gel dildo to flap inside of an insensible Jennifer. "Oh God Master, that's so good, fuck me harder Master, please?" she pleaded, Mike's explosive thrusts eliciting sighs of gratitude from her while her ardor escalated and her breathing frequency with it. Mike had a heavy load in his balls from watching the hot bisexual incestuous dp action and he was trying with all his might to hold off until his love could cum. Jessica was digging her nails into the sheets on either side of her recumbent mother, Mike's grunting telling her he was about to detonate his payload. "Please Mike, just a little more!" Jessica silently prayed. Finally, she attained apogee sensationwise and she orgasmed in a shuddering, convulsing fury, followed shortly by the feeling of Mike's spunk being delivered into her.