My mother comes to visit and takes control of the group, she has the same powers as me
Well, dear readers, I think I’ve found a way to continue the story without losing continuity. As you’ll see, there are some rather perverse situations (which, if you’re like me, you’ll surely love).
As always, I will gladly receive your comments, suggestions, or ideas for new stories.
Ana Raquel
The Inheritance – Part Two
A month had already passed since the events of my previous story. Laura and I were perfectly settled in our new house, which, thanks to Enriqueta, was gleaming: the kitchen spotless, the floors polished with care, dinner served punctually at 9:00 p.m.
Since Enriqueta had gone from helping us three times a week to being available every day, we finally suggested to Elena that they move into one of the spare rooms on the first floor. She accepted almost immediately. So now the four of us had built a routine: when we woke up, Enriqueta had breakfast ready, which she invariably served in the spacious kitchen. We all gathered around the table and prepared for the rest of the day.
Enriqueta, of course, always in her French maid uniform, anal plug firmly in place along with the chastity device. Laura and Elena already dressed as secretaries, and myself much more casually since I worked from the study.
After breakfast, the two women left for work and I shut myself in to work, while I could hear Enriqueta’s heels clicking as she cleaned and did the household chores.
In the afternoons, as soon as Laura and Elena arrived home they would change and transform into two spectacular dominatrices. After dinner, the time for games would invariably arrive, with Enriqueta as the main attraction: sometimes she was penetrated by Laura or Elena while giving me oral sex; other times it was I who enjoyed the pleasures her backside could provide.
One particular night Enriqueta was leaning with her arms on an armchair while Laura penetrated her with a generous 28 cm strap-on, while Elena was giving me oral sex, when the doorbell rang.
“Don’t worry, I’ll get it.”
I pulled up my pants; meanwhile Laura kept thrusting into the maid. When I opened the door it was none other than my mother. She wore an impeccable black tailored suit, high heels and the pearl necklace I remembered my whole life. But something was different: her gaze. It was no longer “Mom’s” gaze. It was the gaze of someone who **knew**.
“Mom? I didn’t know you were coming.”
“Do I have to announce myself to visit my own son?” she said while walking straight into the living room.
Elena was still waiting for my return, kneeling in front of the armchair where I had been sitting receiving her attentions moments before, while Laura still had her strap-on fully buried in Enriqueta. Upon seeing her enter, both froze, not knowing what to do.
“Relax everyone, I’m not going to make a scandal or anything like that,” my mother said, raising her left hand and showing in her palm the same tattoo that appeared on mine when I marked someone.
“Grandmother gave it to me when I turned 18,” she explained calmly as she entered the room. “I used it on your father for years… and a little bit on you when you were a teenager so you wouldn’t get into trouble.”
“With me?”
“But please continue, don’t stop because of me.” She sat in the armchair facing Enriqueta, crossed her legs and told her: “Come on girl, start kissing my shoes while we talk.”
Enriqueta began licking my mother’s high-heeled shoes. Laura resumed penetrating her and I returned to my place to receive Elena’s attentions again.
“As I was saying,” she continued, “when you were 18 and hanging around with that group of delinquents, I simply suggested you continue your university studies.”
“And with Dad for years?”
“Of course—may he rest in peace. On weekends he became Josefina. I really miss those moments together.”
Dad, the prestigious economist, consultant to several multinationals Monday through Friday, turned into a woman on weekends? It seemed almost impossible.
“Those companions you had at 18 were the reason your mother and I decided not to pass the power on to you. When she died, I deliberately sent you to the attic with any excuse so you would find it.”
“I found it and started using it.”
“Yes, and from what I see you’ve done quite well.”
“Mom…” I began.
“No ‘Mom’ when we’re alone,” she interrupted. “Now we are **partners**. Heirs. Do you want to keep playing alone… or do you want to play for real?”
I felt the tattoo burn in my palm. The same heat I felt in the attic.
“I want to play for real,” I answered.
“Rule number one,” she said, “I received the power first, I even marked you when you were a teenager, I want it to be clear that **I** am the one in charge here, is that clear?”
“Yes Mom.”
“Good.” She interrupted herself. “Now girl, start moving up my legs, I want to feel that tongue on my vagina,” she said while lifting her skirt, exposing natural-colored stockings held by garters; she wore no underwear, which made me suppose she had an idea of the scene she would find and had come prepared.
“Like that, very good,” she continued: “I am at the top, I give the orders, then you, Laura, Elena and finally Enriqueta. That is the power structure from now on, any discussion on this point is out of the question.”
“Yes Ma’am,” we all answered in unison.
“Perfect. Now dear,” she said addressing Elena, “leave what you’re doing and come here to kiss my breasts. And if you want—” speaking to me “—you may masturbate, but please put on a condom, we don’t want to waste your semen.”
Elena immediately went to where my mother was, opened her blouse and began licking her breasts. I, on the other hand, went almost without thinking to the cabinet, put on a condom and began masturbating while contemplating such a bizarre scene.
Laura dressed as a dominatrix penetrating Enriqueta dressed as a French maid while she kissed my mother’s crotch, Elena meanwhile alternating her attentions between one breast and the other of Marta, me excited masturbating.
Finally my mother reached orgasm and ordered me: “Come now.” Almost immediately I felt an orgasm run through my body and fill the condom.
“Give it to Enriqueta to drink, she should get some pleasure too, right?”
While I removed the condom and poured its contents into the maid’s eager mouth, Mom told me: “An important aspect of control is always paying attention so they get a little pleasure too.” And while explaining this, I could see Enriqueta licking her lips with a lascivious look.
Once finished she said to me: “I suppose you have a room where I can stay, right?”
“Yes of course, I’ll take you.” I guided her to the third room on the first floor.
“This was my room when I was young, it will be perfect.”
Later in our bedroom talking with my wife I said to her: “What do you think of all this?”
“I’m surprised, I had barely gotten used to your power when I discover that your mother also has it.”
“Obviously, all the stories Grandma told me weren’t fiction, rather she was transmitting knowledge she possessed without me having any idea. I wish I had paid more attention.”
“Well, now you can count on your mother.”
“And what do you think about what she said about Dad. Josefina on weekends, I never would have imagined it.”
“I’ve been thinking about that, she said they had a good time, I didn’t know your father, but from what you’ve told me, he was a happy person.”
“Yes it’s true, however it’s hard for me to reconcile the image of economist consultant with that of Josefina on weekends.”
“If you don’t mind, I’d like to talk to your mother about it.”
“No problem, she’ll probably feel more comfortable talking to you.”
There was nothing more to say; thinking about the scene that had taken place in the living room a short while ago, I fell asleep, trusting that Laura would be able to have a conversation with my mother.
The next day there were five breakfasts that Enriqueta had prepared, Elena already dressed as a secretary, my mother in a kimono and nothing underneath, only 12 cm stiletto heels; what surprised me was seeing that Laura was not ready to leave.
“Today I requested the day off, if you don’t mind Marta, I’d like to talk with you.”
“Of course not dear, I know you’re full of questions and I’ll love answering them.”
“Perfect, so while Carlos works and Enriqueta tidies the house, do you think we could talk in your room?”
“No inconvenience, but it would be better in yours, it’s more spacious.”
The rest of breakfast passed without incident, then Elena went to the office, Enriqueta began her tasks and I locked myself in the study hoping I could concentrate enough to finish a delivery.
Already in the bedroom, both sitting on the bed, Laura asked her directly: “What is this power? Where does it come from?”
“How can I explain it to you? This reality is not the only one, there are infinite realities, parallel universes if you want to call it that. In these infinite universes there are gods and goddesses, that if you have the ability, you can invoke asking them for favors.”
“One of the favors would be control for example.”
“Exactly, the power has been in our family for generations, it is transmitted from parents to children.”
“But now you have it and Carlos has it too.”
“That idea is not totally accurate, in reality I have it, I am the original heir, now I share it so to speak with Carlos, the day I’m no longer here, it will pass completely to him.”
“It’s more or less what you said last night when you mentioned the power structure.”
“Don’t forget that when Carlos was young I marked him to guide him on the right path, that mark never disappears.”
“It’s like Enriqueta, Elena and even myself, once marked as servants it’s not necessary to do it again.”
“Yes, don’t forget also that by having marked Carlos, by transitive character I have also marked you all.”
“I think I’m understanding.”
“Look, let’s do a test. I want you to kiss my anus.” Marta said while turning and getting on all fours, exposing her rear.
Laura, without thinking, knelt on the bed and began inserting her tongue into her mother-in-law’s anus.
“Yessss, like that,” she exclaimed, “not as good as Josefina but you’ll learn.”
“Do you have any other doubt?”
“Actually it’s more of a request, I ask you please to listen to me and then you tell me.”
“Go ahead.”
“As you know, I’m also bisexual and what you’ve told me about Carlos’s father has made me think…”
“Continue dear,” said the mother-in-law taking her by the hand. “Nothing you say will scandalize me, I can assure you.”
“Well, I was wondering if it would be possible, if you would agree, perhaps you don’t like…”
“If you don’t tell me I’ll never be able to answer you.”
“Sorry, would it be possible for you to order Carlos to transform in a similar way as you did with your husband?”
“You want a Josefina for yourself?”
“Don’t misunderstand me, Carlos is great, he’s a wonderful husband, but sometimes I’d like to be with another woman.”
“Well, we just were together weren’t we?”
“Yes, and I loved it, thank you for that I must say, but the idea of a feminized Carlos, willing to satisfy my whims excites me.”
“You are a worthy member of the family, the idea attracts me a lot, let me think about it for a couple of days and then I’ll answer you.”
“Thank you Marta, I hope my request doesn’t bother you.”
“Bother me, not at all, on the contrary, I find it perversely exciting.”
“Now please me, I want to feel your tongue between my legs.”
Laura obediently knelt and began licking her mother-in-law.
During the rest of the week Marta, after breakfast, would go out and return only in the afternoons, generally loaded with bags from different stores, you could see clothing brands, lingerie, shoes and some without an identifiable logo, all ended up in her room.
“Why are you buying so many clothes Mom?” Carlos asked her.
“A woman never has enough clothes, you should know that.” Was the automatic answer.
At night, complicated sexual choreographies took place, always under Marta’s guidance.
On Friday morning Marta said to Laura: “Before you go to work, could you stop by my room for a moment?”
“Yes of course Marta.”
Once in her room, Carlos’s mother told her:
“First of all, my answer is Yes.”
“Thank you Marta.”
“Don’t thank me yet, there are some conditions. Carlos is my son and his happiness is important to me, under no circumstances will he become someone like Enriqueta, he will at most be the woman of the house, is that clear?”
“Of course, that wasn’t my idea either, to have a personal maid.”
“I simply want him to enjoy the same pleasures his father and I did.”
“On the other hand, from Monday to Friday he will continue being Carlos, he will have his projects and we will activate her on weekends, just as it happened with his father.”
“Perfect, sounds excellent to me.”
“The only detail is that when we activate Carla, the power scheme will subtly change, it will be me, then you, Carla, Elena and finally Enriqueta.”
“Thank you Marta, how can I thank you.”
“Don’t worry about that, I think it will be excellent for their marriage. So it’s decided, tonight I will activate it and Carla will emerge.”
Laura then left to go to work, although it wasn’t a very productive day, since she constantly got lost in daydreams imagining herself and Carla together.
On Friday afternoon, Mom summoned us all to the living room, she had in her hands what was undoubtedly a photo album. “Pay attention Carlos.”
“Yes Mother.”
“From now on and until Monday morning you will be Carla, you will adopt a feminine personality. Agreed?”
“Yes Mother.”
“Observe carefully,” she said while showing me the images in the album. “These are photos of Josefina, as you can see, not only was she very feminine but she also managed to be very sensual and seductive.”
Before me were images of my father on weekends. If you looked very carefully, you could recognize his features beneath the layers of makeup, however I was contemplating a beauty, just as my mother had said, sensual, provocative, posing in different poses and yet without losing an air of elegance.
“You will take Josefina as your model, you will aspire to be as feminine and seductive as she was. Understood?”
“I have understood.”
“During the weekends the power structure will also change, I of course in first place, then Laura whom you will obey, then you, and finally Elena and Enriqueta. Clear?”
“Very clear Mother.”
“Once the weekend is over, Monday morning Carlos will return, remembering absolutely everything that happened during the weekend. From Monday to Friday you will have a normal life, the only thing that will change is that you will explore together with Laura the fantasies and desires that you will then fulfill on weekends.”
“Now Elena and Enriqueta will assist you in your first transformation, they will teach you to put on makeup, to move like a woman, to walk in high heels, etc. Next week, starting at six in the afternoon, you alone will transform and receive Laura already as Carla.”
“Do you have any questions?”
“None Mother.”
“Perfect, if you are at least as perverse as Josefina I am convinced you will enjoy it very much. Now Elena, Enriqueta, please assist Carla, all the elements you need are in my room labeled with her name.”
“Yes Ma’am,” they answered in unison and while taking me by the hand, they guided me to my room.
Upon arriving, I undressed, and I understood how the servants I had marked before felt, it was not something I was doing against my will, rather the opposite, I was anxious to take off my men’s clothes and be transformed, my mother had not implanted orders, instead she had established desires.
Once naked, Elena began applying depilatory cream all over my body while Enriqueta on successive trips to my mother’s room brought bag after bag of different types and sizes, I guessed footwear, boots and shoes, all with stiletto heels of at least 12 cm, other bags contained lingerie, makeup, jewelry, even a small collection of wigs of different colors and cuts.
After about five minutes my skin began to itch, a slight stinging that ran through my whole body.
“It’s time to remove the cream,” Elena said while guiding me to the shower.
Once under the water stream, I contemplated my now completely hairless body, except for a small triangle in my pubic area. When I came out, they both applied a balsamic cream all over my body, then they sat me in front of the vanity and began my transformation.
I would bore you if I described the process in detail, suffice it to say that they shaped my eyebrows to give them a more feminine contour, applied foundation, painted my eyes in at least three shades, false eyelashes, outlined my lips and then painted them in an intense red color.
While one was doing my makeup, the other applied extensions to my nails and then painted them the same color as my lips.
From one of the bags they took out generous-sized breast prostheses that they adhered to my chest with glue. A black corset of a material that looked like leather but much softer to the touch; once adjusted it reduced my waist and enhanced my bust.
Black nylon stockings with back seam created an exquisite sensation when one leg rubbed against the other.
Finally, a pair of black shoes with stiletto heels made me wobble when I tried to stand up.
They completed the outfit with a black dress, short sleeves, tube skirt that highlighted my buttocks, barely a few centimeters above the knee, a black wig with an upswept hairstyle, and the finishing touch: four rings on my fingers, bracelets and a necklace adorning my neck and a little citrus-scented perfume.
It was a strangely pleasurable moment to feel those two women dressing me, feeling their hands running over my body, the softness of the textures of the clothes was incredibly erotic and when I looked at myself for the first time in a full-length mirror, I could not recognize Carlos in the image, now Carla had been born.
At that moment the difficult part began, first learning to walk in heels, following their instructions I walked up and down the hallway again and again until I acquired not only the practice but the grace to do it swaying my hips (lightly, just hinting, not too marked, a little less, a little more), when I could walk to their satisfaction, the second phase of training began.
How to sit, how to stand, how to do it sensually, modifying my gestures to make them more feminine took up a large part of the time.
Finally, voice training. “No no you can’t speak in falsetto,” Elena told me, “it looks ridiculous.”
“Lower the tone of your voice,” Enriqueta indicated, “pay attention to how I do it.”
“More softly, modulate the words slowly.”
After two hours I had acquired enough skill to leave them satisfied.
“Now all together, walk a bit and sit in this chair, talk to me while you do it, look slightly to the side.”
“Good, more than acceptable, now the social presentation,” Elena mentioned. “You go ahead and see what your mother and your wife think.”
I have to confess that I felt some apprehension when going down the stairs, that part we had not practiced.
“Don’t look at the steps, eyes forward, remember small short steps.”
When I reached the living room, Marta and Laura were chatting animatedly, when they saw me, both fell silent.
“You are the spitting image of Josefina,” my mother commented.
“Carla, you look beautiful, I’m almost jealous of your presence.”
“Thank you my love, you don’t know the pleasure it gives me to hear your words.”
“Now let’s go to dinner,” my mother said. “We’ll see how you behave. Enriqueta what have you prepared?”
“Chicken with beer sauce accompanied by noisette potatoes Ma’am.”
“Excellent choice and for dessert?”
“Pears in Burgundy with cream ice cream Ma’am.”
“What would we do without you Enriqueta, you have proven to be an excellent cook.” We moved to the dining room.
I was fully aware that during dinner a large part of the attention was on me, remember, I told myself, watch your manners, small bites, don’t stain the glass with lipstick, be careful not to stain the dress with the sauce. Also, the rubbing of Laura’s legs against mine, the casual caress of one of her hands, I don’t know if she did it on purpose trying to startle me or if on the contrary she was trying to give me encouragement.
When we finished dinner, my mother said: “Let Laura and Carla spend some time alone in their room, meanwhile we can practice a little game to pass the time.”
We retired to our bedroom and as soon as we entered Laura hugged me from behind, I felt her strap-on pressing against my buttocks, and while kissing my neck and caressing my brand new bust she told me: “You look like a bombshell and today I’m going to eat you.”
Meanwhile she lowered the zipper of my dress and let it fall to the floor at my feet.
“Come,” she said while sitting on the bed, “I want you to suck it a little.”
I took the artificial penis in my hands and began kissing it, running my tongue along its entire length, finally introducing it into my mouth.
“Today since it’s your first time I decided to use a small one, we’ll gradually increase the size.”
Small? It must have measured at least 20 cm by 3 cm in diameter.
“Come, I want you to kiss my ass, I want to feel your tongue inside me,” she told me while getting on all fours on the bed, exposing her anus.
I began making love to her rear, covering her buttocks with kisses, leaving lipstick marks on her glutes until at one point she said: “Put your tongue in already, you’re driving me crazy.”
Of course, I obeyed inserting my tongue into that precious cavity, while with my fingers I played with her clitoris.
“Let me now, let’s change position.”
Done and said, I got on all fours on the bed, she opened my legs and separating my buttocks with her hands, left the entrance of my anus exposed, I immediately felt her tongue stimulate me and I can assure you that a wave of pleasure ran through my body at that moment. My God, what I had been missing, if I had known before the delight of feeling a tongue in your ass I would have tried it a long, long time ago.
Then, taking a jar from the nightstand, she began to lubricate my sphincter, first inserting one finger, then two and when she noticed I was relaxed enough, she took an anal jewel and very slowly placed it inside me.
“Do you like it?”
“Yesssss, pleeease, keep going.”
She then began to play, inserting and removing the jewel from inside me until at a certain moment she said:
“We never did it, but I want you to fuck my ass.”
Who was I to refuse such a request, I had a beauty in front of me, myself also turned into a woman, so we changed position once more and my turn to lubricate her anus began, insert one finger, then two and finally position my penis at the entrance and begin to apply pressure.
It could almost be said that it wasn’t me who penetrated her, but that her anus captured my penis little by little. When I was completely inside her, I began to ride her first slowly.
“Aaahhh, I love it, keep going pleeease, don’t, don’t, don’t stooop.”
“Let’s change a bit, I want to see you enjoy while I penetrate you.”
We changed position again, but this time me lying on my back against the bed, with my legs resting on her shoulders, she slowly removed the plug and said: “I think you’re already ready and dilated to receive me.”
She barely finished saying it when I felt the tip of her artificial penis begin to press against the entrance.
Little by little it entered its full length and when I felt the artificial testicles hit against my buttocks she said while beginning to masturbate me:
“Touch your breasts, I want to see how much of a whore you are.”
I followed her instructions, strangely, touching my bust made me feel like a complete whore, I began to moan, to run my tongue over my lips, to ask her to do it with more intensity.
“More please, fuck me like the whore I am.”
“Let’s see how you come for me,” she said while continuing to masturbate me.
Finally I had my orgasm, the semen spilled onto my corset and she then told me: “It’s a shame to waste this,” collecting it with her fingers and giving them to me to suck.
I kissed those fingers, ran my tongue over them as if I were performing fellatio, licking them and drinking every last drop of my orgasm.
Finally, without withdrawing from inside me, we stayed in bed embraced and that’s how we slept.
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So what did you think of the continuation?
Now I have a doubt, should I continue with the series? Should we leave the story here? I would love to hear your opinions.