"Yes, Jason," his mother confirms. "All of them are now yours to command." She smiles encouragingly up at him.

Aditi and Adan, your aunt Aarna's daughters, are both eight years old. They blush brightly at your question, unable to meet your gaze.

Lisa rose to her feet, her cheeks still flushed and eyes bright with desire. She turned around and bent over at the waist, presenting her round bottom to him. Her heart raced in anticipation of his touch.

"Please," she whispered, "may I have your permission to serve you however you wish?"

Matthew chuckled darkly as he ran a hand over her smooth skin. "Yes," he murmured, "you may."

Lisa yelped in surprise as Matthew's hand connected with her right cheek. The sting caused her to jump forward slightly, but she remained in position, waiting for more. He spanked her again, harder this time, making her gasp and bite her lip.

As he continued to punish her, Aarna found herself growing increasingly aroused by the sight. She couldn't believe how much control Matthew had over these women who had once been so confident and carefree.

You watch as your mother and Aarna exchange pained glances. "I'm sorry," you say, feeling a pang of guilt. "It was just tradition... but if it makes you uncomfortable..." You trail off, uncertain what to say or do now.

Aanya looks at the two babies in her arms and takes a deep breath. "Tradition can change," she says finally. "We'll keep both children." She turns to Aarna with a soft smile. "

You look at your mother with lust and admiration as you take her in your arms. She returns your gaze, unashamed of her own desire for you. Aarna watches the exchange with a mix of longing and jealousy. As you position yourself between your mother's legs, feeling her hot folds envelop your engorged member once again, she can't help but moan softly in appreciation.

With each thrust, you claim your place as head of the household, both physically and emotionally.

You cup Aarna's nipple in your hand and gently roll it between your thumb and index finger, feeling her whole body tense with pleasure as she lets out a moan. The other women watch enviously, their own nipples hardening at the sight of her arousal. You continue to tease Aarna's breast, occasionally switching to suckle on it until she begs for release.

As you pleasure your aunt Aarna and watch the other women become more aroused by her reactions, you feel a surge of power course through you. You decide to focus your attention on your mother next, guiding her to kneel beside Aarna as she whispers encouragement in your ear.

With your free hand, you caress Mom's breast, feeling the softness and warmth contrasting with Aarna's more voluptuous curves.

Your mother Aanya nods, understanding your command. She will make sure that all women in the mansion are notified and prepared when it's time for the ritual to begin. Until then, they shall wear only bras and panties inside the house as per your order. The anticipation grows amongst everyone in the family as they await this momentous occasion.

While you wait patiently in your room, you can't help but hear the excited chatter and occasional giggles coming from the other rooms. It seems that all the women are getting ready for the ritual, adorning themselves with lingerie and preparing their bodies to be bound. The air of anticipation is thick as they eagerly await your arrival.

It's a new feeling for you; to be desired like this by someone who isn't just another pretty face or body. There's a connection between you that goes far beyond physical attraction, and it makes everything feel so much more intimate and special. You reach up, cupping her breasts through her shirt as your lips trail down her neck to kiss her collarbone.

She moans softly into the crook of your neck, arching her back slightly as you continue to explore her body with gentle touches.

Finally, she pulls away again, breathless. "We should probably take this off," she says with a sultry smile, tugging at your shirt. You nod eagerly as you help her remove it, revealing both their bodies to each other for the first time. Your mom's skin is smooth and toned from years of exercise, while her breasts are perfect handfuls of soft flesh.

She reaches out to touch yours again, running her fingers lightly across your chest before cupping your erection through your pants. "