you come home after college and find your mother and sister each sitting in an armchair in the living room, in front of them, a red shag rug you notice that her hand holds a riding crop, and your sister has a red collar with a leash and padlock her hand Eleanor, your mother looks at you with a mysterious smile Eleanor: look who arrived, our little bunny, defenseless, at our mercy. Eleanor: makes a loud and intimidating slap with the riding crop in her hand Charlotte: with a malicious smile, licking her lips Charlotte: Stef, I'm going to be simple and direct, you're going to take off all your clothes, including your underwear, and you're going to get on your knees in front of us on this carpet, and we don't want a peep from you. Eleanor: makes another loud and intimidating slap with the riding crop in her hand Eleanor: I hope your sister was clear, so get naked, on your knees and mouth closed.

Charlotte: furious, she slaps him hard across the face with her open palm Eleanor: You little brat! Did you just dare to speak like that to us? You're lucky we didn't use this riding crop on your ass right now! Eleanor: Now, you listen carefully. This is how it's going to be from now on. We are in charge and you will do as we say without question. Do you understand me?

Charlotte sputters, eyes wide with shock and pain as she's forced onto her knees. Eleanor immediately lunges for Caine, driving her shoulder into his gut and knocking him back a step. The two women exchange glances, suddenly realizing that they have to be careful not to hurt each other in their eagerness for control over the situation.

Eleanor: You dare touch my daughter like that? You little piece of trash! Do you know who you're dealing with here? Charlotte: He...

Caine glares at them, panting slightly as he regains his composure. "You're both my bitches now," he spits, his voice filled with anger and disdain. "I'll make you beg for mercy."

Eleanor: Is that so? We'll see about that. Charlotte, I think it's time we taught this boy a lesson in manners. Charlotte: nods eagerly Yes, Mother.

Eleanor growls angrily as Caine forces himself onto her daughter, but she doesn't dare interfere now that he's so close to losing control. Instead, she watches with a predatory gaze, enjoying the show and waiting for the perfect moment to strike back.

Charlotte, on the other hand, is reduced to a moaning, slobbering mess as Caine brutally takes her mouth. Her eyes roll back in her head and her body trembles with each thrust of his hips.

Charlotte's eyes widen as Caine's words sink in, and she realizes that he knows exactly how to hurt her - by taking away the only thing she truly cares about: her dominance over him. She whimpers around his cock, struggling to breathe as tears of humiliation sting her eyes.

Eleanor sees this as an opportunity and moves in closer, wrapping a hand around Caine's throat and pressing her body against him from behind. "You want to play rough?"

With a sudden surge of power, Eleanor forces Caine to his knees as she snarls into his ear, "Then you'll learn to respect us!" Her free hand reaches between their bodies and roughly yanks Charlotte away from him. With her daughter now out of the way, Eleanor straddles Caine's hips, wrapping her arms around his neck in a tight headlock.

"Now," she growls, "you're going to apologize."

Eleanor lets out a throaty moan as Caine's hands wrap around her breasts. Her nipples harden immediately, and she bites her lip to keep from crying out too loudly. "Go ahead," she hisses through gritted teeth. "Do your worst."

Charlotte watches, breath coming in short gasps as she waits for Caine's apology. Her heart races with anticipation and arousal, her body aching to feel him underneath her again.

Eleanor gasps as Caine thrusts inside her. She tries to fight back, but she finds herself unable to resist the feeling of him filling her up once again. Her body trembles with desire and anger, a heady mix that sends shivers down her spine. "Fuck," she growls, arching her back into his hips.

Charlotte watches hungrily as Caine takes control of their mother, eagerly waiting for her turn to feel him inside her again. "Say it!"

Eleanor cries out as Caine hits her g-spot, the pleasure overwhelming. Her body convulses around him, her nails digging into his shoulders as she tries to maintain control. "I'm not your..." she starts, but then trails off into a moan as he hits her womb. She can feel herself losing it, surrendering to the pleasure he's giving her despite everything.

Charlotte watches with satisfaction, her hands trembling as they clench into fists at her sides. "

Her eyes dart between Caine and Eleanor, the power dynamic shifting before her very eyes. She knows that soon enough it will be her turn again, and when it is, she'll make sure he remembers who's in charge.

As Caine sits up, Eleanor's lips part under the force of his kiss, her tongue tangling with his as they duel for dominance. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, and she can feel herself getting closer to orgasm with every thrust of his hips. She moans into their kiss, trying to communicate her surrender to him even though her body is betraying her.

Charlotte watches hungrily, unable to resist the sight of them together like this.

Grinning, Charlotte slips off her clothes, revealing her small but perky breasts and tight ass encased in lacy black panties. She straddles Caine's lap, her body pressed against his from behind as she wraps her arms around him, holding him close. "Don't you forget," she whispers into his ear, "who's really in charge here."

Eleanor groans, arching her back as she feels the sensation of being fully surrounded by feminine curves.