Today is March 20, the day that I died and was born again.
"What do you mean?" You must be thinking if you were to hear me say that.
Well, the truth is that the words are literally that. I was a 20-year-old college student before dying of a cardiac arrest while having sex with my cheerleader girlfriend, Brittany, along with my own mother, Clarise, in my dorm in college.
I could feel that I had the best orgasm of my life in that moment as I filled my girlfriend after having enjoyed my own birth mother's body in the same bed, before eternally closing my eyes.
In my family, there was a record of heart problems, and I carried them along in my generation. So I was resigned that maybe at some point I would have something like this. There was nothing to do with that.
My family was a good one, and money was never a problem in it. My mother, Clarise, was a beautiful blonde woman with blue eyes who knew how to take care of herself. While being in her early 40s, she had a body that always made me feel restless around her because of how much I desired her. She was an executive that worked for a big bank.
My father, Mark, was a businessman who owned a good shipping company with operations around the world.
I didn't have any siblings, so I enjoyed the full attention of both of them. It was a good family filled with love and respect. At simple sight, it was just a typical family, but if you dugged in it, you would see something more.
Father was a womanizer and had plenty of women, even other families that he made with his mistresses, but the woman he loved the most was the one with whom he married, my mother.
My mother always closed one eye to the adventures of her husband as she felt satisfied and fulfilled, but as her beautiful and handsome son grew up, she started wanting something more, and she knew that her child wanted the same growing up because of how he devoured her body with his sight, even if he never acted on his desires on her.
So she, with a smile on her lips, told her husband that she would start having her own affair. Mark didn't like that one bit, but he was in no position to deny his wife as he had a lot of women, and she had been faithful to him all this time without protesting or making trouble. So he was in an awkward position, and he still loved her the most. So he fought against his own jealousy and other emotions inside him and asked her with a voice that was husky, "With whom?"
"Our son. With Michael. I want and desire him," Clarise simply stated as she looked at her husband relaxedly.
"Our son?" Mark had a wonderful look as he heard the name of the man his wife wanted to have.
He looked at her, surprised, never having thought that she would have that kind of perverted desires. After a while of calming down, he thought more about it and smiled at her.
"Alright. You have my blessing to be with our son. But Clarise, how would you make him be with you?" Mark asked her with doubts.
"I just need to push him a little; he always brought his girlfriend Brittany and other girls to the house when he knew I was there and made them moan so loudly that I could hear them in any place of the house. He already wants me; his eyes tell me." Clarise told her husband with a smile.
Mark had another surprised face, never having seen the boy be disrespectful to his mother. But he was relieved inside that it would be his own son the one that would own, along with him, the pussy of Clarise, rather than some other man...
.......
After dying while having a threesome with my girlfriend and my mother, I had a lapse of depression as a newborn baby for a long time, as he was living the best life. What could be better than fucking your own mother wherever you want and when you desired? She was more like his own wife than she was for my father, since he conquered her body and heart. Thankfully, I had my submissive girlfriend, Brittany, since childhood, who always accepted whatever from me. She was my childhood girlfriend, and I made her mine before high school. Since then, we had been together. She knew my insatiable hunger and desires, and she couldn't satisfy them all, and not even my energy in bed. So she allowed me to be with whoever I wanted as long as I didn't leave her. She had a pitiful face like a lost puppy as she told me the last part. She was a naughty submissive; it was in her nature to only listen to me. So I always cared for my wonderful girl.
In my new life, my new family was not your average Norman Rockwell American family, which will become quite apparent shortly. I don't mean to say that I didn't grow up in a very loving family because I did. It was just not the typical home.
My new father's name is Bob Alexander. He was a very strong father figure, very firm but loving, and he had an extremely powerful personality, just like my late father, Mark. But this one had other kinks and desires that made him different at the same time. He was a senior executive at a large company, and as a result, we lived a very comfortable lifestyle, but nowhere near the luxury he was accustomed to previously. Bob was a handsome man, a little over six feet tall, his black hair graying at the temples, showing signs of middle age but still quite fit and strong.
My new mother's name is Mary, and she is a more difficult person to describe than my previous mother. I could see a little of Clarise in her, but what I saw more was Brittany's submissive side.
Clarise also had a submissive side, but she didn't allow it to grow with Mark. She only showed that she could let him have women outside of their house and their lives and nothing more. But I trained the untapped side of my mother as she allowed herself to submit to me, and I couldn't be mistaken about what I was seeing in Mary, even if she tried to hide it from my eyes.
Physically, she was quite beautiful and kept herself in excellent condition. She had dark blue eyes and light brown hair, which she streaked with blonde. She had quite a nice figure, usually tanned, slim in all the places that she should be, with her hips and breasts swelling nicely. She was about 5'5" and just a tad top-heavy.
She also had a fairly strong personality in most areas—the one exception was that she completely acquiesced to Bob in every way, just as Brittany was with me. I never heard a single argument between them growing up, which I did not find strange given my new mother's personality that she tried to hide from me.
If there was ever a difference of opinion in my house, my father would listen carefully to my mother's arguments. However, he would always make the final decision. My mother would never second guess him or in any way question him. This always brought a smile to my face, as it was how I interacted with Brittany and later Clarise.
At first, I was appalled at the idea of growing up again while having a mother like that from the start, as I grew up previously with a completely different mother until later I had Clarise as my woman, making her be more like what I was seeing in Mary. But well, beggars can't be choosers, and it is what it is.
At least the feeding sessions with Mary always made me chuckle because of the look of something between pain and suffering that Bob had.
Maybe you would wonder, "Why? Why did he have that kind of rich expression?" Well, it was because my mother moaned loudly like a slut every time that I had her nipples in my mouth, even if her master and husband was beside her. Even I was baffled the first time that I heard her moan so loud when I drank her milk, not telling Bob that knew her like the palm of his hand and never saw her like that. My mother not only moaned like a slut; she orgasmed like one too.
I never knew the cause of why at that moment, only attributing it to her having a sensitive nipple and her tits being one of her most sensitive places. But the look of distress of his father that made him feel like losing control made me doubt it.
My new name is Jake, and I am an only child again. I like to think that I acted as a child would as I grew up, but having the mentality of a young man, it wasn't that easy. I always had a number of friends and was fairly popular, becoming more of a sportsman to relieve the physical and emotional tension of being in a child's body while growing up, looking at a pair of sexually active parents and my hot mother.
Physically, I like to believe that I was more handsome than my father by far. But maybe it was just me being narcissistic. So I asked my mother, and she looked around first as if looking if Bob was near, which made me laugh. As if relieved that he wasn't, then she told me that indeed I was her handsome boy.
I was usually one of the taller children in my class, and I was quite awkward around with the boys and girls of my age until my mid-teenage years.
In addition to my parents and myself, we had one other person living in the house, and this was the one area where our family most noticeably differed from other families and what was the most shocking thing to my worldview and morals. The woman who lived with us served in the capacity of a housekeeper. I am not sure when she started living with us, but she was nineteen years older than me. I never knew what her real name was; in our house, she was only called Girl.
You see, Girl was not a normal housekeeper. She had a bedroom in our attic and received food in addition to board. However, she was not paid, and she never took a vacation.
This situation was quite scandalous to my eyes. But I never voiced my thoughts; I just accepted what was happening around me in my new reality. Because new it was when I learned that I was no more in the year 2025 but in the past in the '90s. Maybe this was just different around here?
My previous housekeepers, that I had joked and interacted around with the family while serving us, we saw them to some point as considered part of the family. Girl most definitely was not.
Girl was almost always in uniform, and the uniforms that she wore were very revealing. Any time she bent over, her breasts were completely on display. Her skirts were very short, and as far as I knew, she owned no underwear. The uniform was traditional French maid by way of Frederick's of Hollywood. In addition to the uniform, she always wore silver bands on her wrists and neck.
I was fucking horny all the time in my child body with that slut roaming around the house like that. Mother never said anything nor complained, or I had hear anything about the matter. So I just accepted what was happening. But it was so weird the situation; in what kind of freak place was I born?
Girl had many tasks to perform, and if she did not perform them correctly or if she did something wrong in any way, she was punished. Since she did not receive any monetary compensation, the punishments that she received were corporal in nature. It was not uncommon to hear my father say at the dinner table, "Girl! Punishment position." At that point, Girl would bend over the table near my father and pull her skirt up, exposing her bare ass. My father would then use his hand, his belt, or a crop that was always at hand, depending on the severity of the infraction.
While she would often cry out softly, Girl would never complain or argue about her punishment. After each administration, she would simply say, "Thank you, sir."
It was at that moment that I knew... this woman was a slave... a slave to her body and her master, who was my father.
Girl was also punished in other ways, though when I was younger, this was not done in front of me. Our attic contained two rooms, my playroom and her apartment.
One day when I was about six or seven, I was entertaining myself in my playroom playing with my PlayStation. After a break, I decided to go see what Girl was doing in her room.
I knocked, but there was no answer, so I opened the door and went in. The sight before me was truly amazing, though confusing to my worldviews. I was dominant with my girlfriend and my mother and every woman I bedded, but this... what I did were child plays. This was next-level dominance over a slut, a slave, something more deeper than a simple submissive.
Girl was suspended naked from the ceiling by her wrists, a red ball in her mouth and a blindfold over her eyes. Her legs were spread apart and chained to supports on the wall, and on her back were a truly impressive set of marks. It was clear that she had been whipped hard.
I suppose that I should have been worried seeing her like this, but I was not. I suppose my new life and environment were conditioning me differently than before.
Instead, I walked around her excited and full of horniness, examining her condition and naked body. I looked at the welts on her back, and as I continued around her, I saw that she was marked on her front as well. I couldn't help it; my desires won over me. I reached out and touched a welt on her back. She gasped loudly behind the gag as she squirmed and attempted to pull away, but she could not go far.
I moved closer and ran my fingers along each of the welts, trying to imagine what it must have been like for her to receive them. Did she feel pain? Or did she feel only pleasure? Maybe both at once?
How strange the thought of how the mind of a person worked differently from person to person.
I continued following the welts around to her front. My fingers crossed over her stomach and her breasts. Her body was trembling and squirming at the same time that she moaned in orgasm. I could see how she cummed without restraint at my touch.
Her nipples hardened even more than they were already as I ran my fingers over them, following one of the welts. I moved my fingers down to her bald wet pussy and her thighs, where there were still more marks. As I traced the marks on her thighs, she continued experiencing orgasms and pleasure as her juices ran down her thighs.
When I had finished tracing all the marks on her body, I stood up.
I observed the beautiful thing that was Girl, and in that moment, I felt jealousy. Jealousy of my father, who was enjoying my mother and this woman.
Girl seemed to be quite a sensitive, fine specimen because she orgasmed just with a touch of my fingers on her. Or maybe there was something more? My father prohibited my mother from giving me milk past the age of weaning. And I guess it was because he felt less seeing her submissive girl writhe and orgasm at her son's touch? I actually had no idea why.
Enjoying seeing what she had in front for a while, I moved down the ball gag from her mouth as she panted.
Then I moved to the back of Girl and admired her nice bottom.
"Girl, are you enjoying or in pain being tied like that?" I asked in wonder but with an innocent voice.
Girl, at hearing my voice, inhaled deeply, and her body trembled as if nervous as she didn't know that it was I who touched her all this time, as she had her eyes blindfolded. But she resisted answering.
"Tell me, Girl, or I will spank you." I said.
Girl trembled even more as her pussy gushed even more of her fluids. "Yes, sir."
I chuckled seeing Girl like that; she was like a toy awaiting to be played.
"I'm enjoying being tied like this, sir."
"I can see that... continue then." I said and touched softly her ass for a moment.
"Ahh... ahhh." Girl moaned loudly and cutely as she had another orgasm.
Feeling satisfied, I moved to her front. "You are a naughty girl, Girl." Then I put the gag ball again in her mouth.
I took a last look and then I left the room, closing the door behind me.
At dinner that night, while Girl was in the kitchen getting the food, I asked my father, "What was Girl punished for this morning?"
"Excuse me?" my father asked.
"I went into Girl's room this morning," I explained, "and I saw that she had been punished, harder than I've seen her punished before. I was just wondering why she was being punished."
My father looked at me for quite a long moment, not saying anything. Girl came in to clear our plates and then went back into the kitchen. Finally, my father said, "Actually, she did not do anything wrong."
"Then, you did it because you wanted?" I asked.
"Partially. But it isn't all," my father said as he looked at my eyes.
"Can I also do the same to Girl?" I asked, neutrally.
"No... at least not now. You wouldn't understand it right now, but I promise that I will explain it to you in the future," Bob said to his son, and that was all that he would say. He knew about his son adventure in the room of Girl, as she told him.
Things continued normally, at least by my family's definition of normal, for another few years. I left behind the excitement of horniness while bidding my time for my body to grow.
The next major change in my life came when I was eleven years old; we were in the new century, the 21st. It was 2003, a whopping 22 years less from the year I died and 2 years later I should have been born.
I was at the kitchen counter doing my homework, and I had a snack and drink next to me. I was fucking bored doing it, but at least it was child play. Girl was quietly preparing dinner when she knocked over my glass of milk, spilling it on my work. She squeaked, "I'm sorry, sir," and we both rushed to clean up the mess. When it was clean, I looked over my work and saw that it was ruined, and that I would have to do it again.
"It's ruined," I said, looking at Girl, which was a beautiful woman at her 27 years old.
"I'm sorry, sir," Girl repeated.
"That's not good enough," I said, intending to punish her. I was getting hornier and hornier than my previous years. Then I told her, "Punishment position."
She looked at me blankly for a moment and made no move. I repeated myself more sharply, saying, "Girl! Punishment position!"
She waited another ten seconds as she looked at me and then turned to the counter and bent over it. She raised the back of her skirt and put her hands in front of her.
I moved behind her and slapped her ass as hard as my little hands could.
*Spank*
Girl moaned softly.
Hearing her moan, I spanked even harder.
*Spank*
Girl moaned even louder, enjoying it.
My brow trembled as I spanked a few more times, until I spanked her ten times.
"Ahh...ahh" Girl panted in excitement and pleasure as she orgasmed, while she grabbed the counter while being bent.
"That was for ruining my homework. I gave you ten to make up for the extra time that I will have to spend on redoing my homework. Now you are going to get twenty more for not listening to me when I told you to get ready for your punishment."
Girl trembled hearing me without saying anything... but I could see she was eagerly awaiting the spanks from my hand, her juices flowed down her thighs.
I gave her the next twenty, though towards the end I was wondering how my father was able to do it; my hand was getting very tired and hurting, and the last strokes were fairly weak.
Girl was a mess; she was barely standing while grabbing for dear life, the counter having experienced multiple orgasms from my hand.
When I was done she said, "Thank you, sir," just as she would for my father. She then stood up and continued with dinner. What I did not know was that my mother had witnessed the entire episode. Her eyes were bright as she looked at the event.
That night my father asked me to sit and speak with him. "I understand that you punished Girl today," he said.
"Yes, sir," I replied as he liked to be addressed, not as a dad but sir. What the heck, anyway I pleased his wishes; I was a kid and had nothing; my mother was of no use.
"She was clumsy and ruined my homework, so that I had to redo it. I know that you would have punished her had she done the same to you. Was it wrong for me to punish her?"
"No Jake, it's not wrong. But I want you to understand something about Girl. She will take any punishment that you choose to give her. This places a great responsibility on you. Just because you have the ability to do something to a person does not mean that it is always right." Bob seriously explained in earnest while looking directly at my eyes.
"Your mother and Girl both told me what happened, and I agree with you that it was an appropriate reaction. But you must be very careful not to administer a punishment out of anger. You are not old enough yet to really understand how to control your anger. Therefore, you do not have permission to discipline Girl any time that you are angry, either at her or anyone else."
"The punishments that you mete out must be appropriate to the infraction, and if they are not it will be my responsibility to Girl to disallow you from supplying the punishment. Do you understand?"
"I think so, sir," I responded. "You need to make sure that I don't hurt her too badly, and if I am angry I might lose control."
"Exactly, son," my father said, with a satisfied smile as he looked at him. "I am proud that you understand that. I am curious about one thing, though. Why did you feel that ruining homework was worth ten, but not listening to you was worth twenty?"
"Well, my homework I could do over again, and it was an accident on her part even if she was clumsy, so she should not be punished too much. But when she did not listen to me, that was disrespectful, and you taught me that being disrespectful was a very bad thing." I said looking at his eyes, without missing a beat.
Bob smiled widely hearing him. "I am very proud of your judgment, and you may continue to discipline Girl when you feel it appropriate,"
I went to bed that night happy after spanking Girl ass for the first time. I don't wanted to make trouble for myself with the man because I touched her unnecessarily, the same with my mother that's why I never did anything to her, after all, if I were to do anything to them, they would run to talk about it, Girl was a slave in every meaning of the word to him and my mother was a slave but a little more softer than Girl as she still had a little bit of will inside her. I knew they would because Brittany was to me like that.
Things proceeded with my life with only a few changes. I did discipline Girl on occasion, but not very frequently. Another thing that changed, however, was my father's behavior towards my mother in front of me. Gone was the fragile mask that hid the submissive nature of my mother before my eyes when growing up. I had known that my father punished my mother the same way that he punished Girl but out of my sight. I had walked by their room enough times when I heard the belt hitting her, and once their door was open just a little.
After I began punishing Girl, my father now occasionally rebuked my mother in my presence.
I remember one time that we were sitting in the living room watching television. My father came in furious at my mother. I do not remember exactly what the issue was, but she had neglected to do something she was supposed to, which infuriated my father. He said, "I've talked to you about this before! Now strip!"
My mother looked at him in surprise and glanced over at me, then back at my father with pleading eyes. My father, however, was not interested. My mother got up, unzipped her dress, and dropped it to the floor. Again, this was a change. In the past, my mother was certainly not shy about her body, and the clothes that she wore were often skimpy. Never before, however, had she been completely naked in front of me. Now she stood there naked; it seemed that Girl was not the only household member that didn't bother with underwear.
"Punishment position," my father announced.
My mother bent over the side of the couch where I was sitting. She put her hands down on the cushion next to me and looked at me as my father positioned himself behind her.
I looked over at her eyes and smiled at her, then I couldn't help but stare at her pendulous, big, beautiful breasts hanging in front of me. She looked me right in the eye with emotions deep in them as my father took off his belt and swung it at her ass. She gasped but did not scream. She continued looking at me as my father struck her twenty times. When he was finished, she simply said, "Thank you, sir."
My father was staring at her ass, breathing heavily. "Please leave the room, Jake," he requested.
"No." I simply said as I got up while looking at my mother, that was gasping in heat while looking at me.
"Excuse me?" my father asked.
"I need to punish my mother, if you would allow me." I stated simply, as I looked at my mother's eyes as she had her mouth open with a bewildered face. Then I moved my sight to my father and coolly faced him off.
Bob looked at his son calmly as he normalized his breathing after punishing Mary. He was fuming a little inside but soon calmed down; he couldn't lose control; it was one of his fundamental pillars to be where he is now.
"Why?" my father asked, as he observed my calm face.
"Because my mother deserves to be punished for having done something wrong that made her be punished in my sight, beside me. I'm a healthy young man, and my mother's body excites me just as Girl does. I always control myself to not do anything wrong, but my lust has a limit. She deserves to be punished for making me reach that limit." I simply stated.
"Don't you think so, father?" I asked at him calmly.
My father looked at me, and his body trembled a little; I don't know if from being out of air as he composed or anger or something else. "You are right, son." he said as if he had reached a decision. "You can punish your mother. How many spanks are you going to dispense to your mother?"
"Bob..." my mother said with a pleading voice, as she tried to stand up.
"Ten spanks." I calmly said.
"I allow it." my father said, calmly as he looked at my eyes.
"No...No... Bob." Mary said, with a voice that seemed more excited about what was to happen than distressed.
My father didn't care about her pleading; I passed by his side as I circled the couch and stood behind my mother's ass as I calmly unfastened my belt.
"Enough! Accept Jake's punishment." my father said calmly to her.
Seeing that it was time, I made a cracking sound with my belt and called out. "Mom! Punishment position."
My mother looked at my eyes for a long while, hesitating. There was an urge and eagerness deep in her eyes as she looked at me, but I could see that she tried to struggle against it.
So I yelled again. "Mary! Punishment position!"
My mother snapped out of her struggle with a gasp of emotions as her eyes had a wild look in them now, and she turned around and put her hands down on the cushion and raised her ass for her me, awaiting to be punished. She acted now differently from how she did with my father, as she was looking at me all the time sideways over her shoulders, expectant of my punishment.
I looked at her and smiled softly with love and emotions for her. Then I raised my hand and swung the belt in her ass.
*Spank* A loud sound echoed in the room.
"Aaaahhhhhhhhh" My mother again did differently than she did with my father a moment ago this time she loudly and wildly screamed a moan that was difficult to recognize if it was of pain or pleasure, but her eyes were a different monster as she looked obsessively at me.
I looked at her trembling body that swayed as a leaf in the wind from the pleasure she was feeling and her pussy gushing out her pussy juices touching the floor.
I, at the same time, enjoyed the pleasure coursing through my body after having spanked my mother and the whole situation. I could feel my father trembling a little; I don't know if from anger or something else, but everything fueled my dark pleasure that coursed through my body.
So I swung again.
*Spank*
"Aaahhaaahh." My mother moaned again, uninhibited as if having lost reason.
I kept delivering the spanks this time without stopping.
*Spank*
*Spank*
*Spank*
*Spank*
*Spank*
*Spank*
Until I got to ten spanks in her beautiful big ass that at this moment was blossoming red after being spanked by my father and I.
"Thank you, sir." my mother said with a trembling voice to me, as she looked at me with those beautiful, dark blue eyes.
I smiled at her.
"Now, leave us. Jake." my father said with a voice that had urgency but was irrefutable this time.
"Yes, sir. Good night, father, mother." I said as I looked one last time at my mother's beautiful ass that had the many welts rising on her; it was... beautiful.
As I was about to move. "We will talk later, Jake." my father said.
"Yes, sir." I said. Then I left the room with the sound of my father fast unbuttoning his pants.
After this incident, my father did not hesitate to discipline my mother in front of me, though most were not as harsh as the original punishment that I had witnessed and punished her, and sometimes I disciplined her too as my father allowed me to punish her if she did something wrong, the same as Girl. In addition, my mother began wearing fewer clothes around the house, as my father demanded that she dress more provocatively, but I had a thought that my mother did it with pleasure as she paraded with her skimpy outfits before my eyes wherever she could, as she enjoyed seeing my face and reactions.
Things were certainly changing as I grew up.