Morning sunlight revealed the truth on Lisa's body.
Bruises. Bite marks. Dried cum.
She wasn't just Jake's mother anymore.
She was our shared property.
I entered her room without knocking. She lay curled on her side, the vibrator still inside her as instructed. Dark circles under her eyes told me she hadn't slept.
"Morning inspection," I announced.
She didn't resist as I pulled back the covers. Her naked body had become a map of our ownership—fingerprints on her hips, bite marks on her breasts, dried cum on her thighs.
"Stand up. Hands behind your head."
She obeyed, eyes downcast as I circled her. The nipple clamps had left small bruises. Good.
"Tell me what's happening today," I ordered.
"You and David are going to..." she faltered.
I slapped her ass hard. "Be specific."
"You and David are going to share me," she whispered. "Use all my holes at once."
"And how does that make you feel?"
"Scared," she admitted. "I've never... not like that."
"Never?" I raised an eyebrow. "Not even with Jake's father?"
Something flashed in her eyes. "Richard never wanted... that. He said it was disgusting."
Interesting. I filed away this new information.
"Turn around."
From my pocket, I produced a small branding stamp and ink. Temporary, but it would last days.
"What is that?" Fear crept into her voice.
"Property marking," I explained, pressing it against her lower back, just above her ass.
When I removed it, the words "SHARED PROPERTY" remained in dark ink.
"Today," I told her, "you become ours completely."
I tossed a silk robe on the bed. "Put this on. Nothing else. David will be here at noon."
"What about Jake?" she asked.
"Training all day for his new job," I replied. "We have the place to ourselves."
Relief and dread battled in her expression.
I left her to prepare, checking my phone. A text from David: *On my way. Bringing toys.*
Perfect.
In the kitchen, I found Jake making coffee.
"Heading out?" I asked casually.
"Yeah, orientation all day." He looked tired but happy. "Should be back around four."
"Good luck," I said, clapping him on the shoulder. "Your mom's still sleeping. I'll tell her you said bye."
After Jake left, I set up the living room. Tripods with phones for recording. Towels on the couch. Lube on the side table.
Lisa emerged at 11:30, wearing only the silk robe as instructed. Her hair was damp from the shower, face scrubbed clean.
"Come here," I ordered.
She approached slowly. I opened her robe, inspecting her body again.
"You showered without permission."
"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I thought you'd want me clean for... for today."
I pinched her nipple hard. "Next time, ask."
"Yes, Daddy."
"Take off the robe. You won't need it."
She let it fall to the floor, standing naked in the living room.
"Now kneel. Wait for David."
She sank to her knees in the center of the room, hands folded in her lap, eyes down.
Perfect.
David arrived precisely at noon, carrying a small black bag.
"Beautiful presentation," he commented, circling Lisa like a predator.
"She's been prepared," I said. "Haven't you, Lisa?"
She nodded, trembling.
David opened his bag, revealing an assortment of toys. "I brought some... assistance."
I noticed how he didn't ask permission. A small power move.
"Lisa needs to be stretched first," he said, selecting a plug. "For what we have planned."
I caught the challenge in his eyes. This wasn't just about Lisa anymore. This was about hierarchy.
"Lisa," I said firmly. "On your hands and knees. Center of the room."
She obeyed, positioning herself between us.
"Look at the camera," I ordered, setting up my phone on the tripod.
David did the same from the opposite angle.
"Tell the cameras who you belong to," I demanded.
Lisa's eyes darted between us, sensing the tension. "I belong to Alex," she began.
David's hand came down hard on her ass. "And?"
"And David," she added quickly. "I belong to both of you."
I positioned myself in front of her while David knelt behind, lubing the plug.
"Open," I ordered.
As my cock slid between her lips, David pushed the plug into her ass. She moaned around my shaft, eyes watering.
"That's it," David murmured, working the plug deeper. "Take it like the whore you are."
I grabbed her hair, forcing her to look up at me. "Today, you become complete. Every hole filled. Every part owned."
The plug was replaced with a larger one, then another. Lisa's moans grew louder as David stretched her virgin ass.
"She's ready," he finally announced.
We repositioned her on the couch, me beneath her, David behind. Both cameras captured her face as we entered her simultaneously—my cock in her pussy, David's in her ass.
The sound she made was primal. Pain and pleasure and surrender.
"Say it," I demanded as we began to move in rhythm. "Say what you are."
"I'm... shared property," she gasped, her body adjusting to being filled completely.
"And who do you belong to?" David growled, gripping her hips.
"Both of you," she cried out. "I belong to both of you!"
Her body betrayed her, responding to the double penetration with an intensity that shocked even me. She came violently, screaming as we continued to pound into her from both sides.
"She loves it," David laughed. "Jake's perfect mother, coming on two cocks."
The mention of Jake's name triggered another orgasm. Her shame was becoming her greatest aphrodisiac.
We flipped her, David now on his back with Lisa riding him, me behind her, still in her ass. The new angle let us go deeper, harder.
"Look at the camera," I ordered. "Tell Jake how much you love this."
"No," she sobbed, even as her hips bucked against us. "I can't."
David slapped her breast. "Do it."
"I love this," she finally cried, looking directly at the camera. "I love being filled by both of you. I'm sorry, Jake. I'm so sorry."
The front door opened with a bang.
"Alex? You home?"
Jake's voice froze us mid-thrust.
"Shit," David hissed, pulling out of Lisa.
"Get her to the bedroom," I ordered, already pulling on my pants. "Now!"
David dragged Lisa, naked and leaking, down the hallway as I headed to intercept Jake.
"Hey man," I said casually, meeting him in the foyer. "Thought you had training all day."
"Finished early," Jake replied, glancing around. "Is someone else here? I heard voices."
"Just on a conference call," I lied. "What's up?"
Jake set down his bag. "Forgot my portfolio. Need it for the second session."
From down the hall came a soft thump.
Jake's head turned. "What was that?"
"Probably just the AC," I said quickly. "Old building, makes noise."
"Right." Jake looked unconvinced. "Is my mom around?"
"She went shopping," I lied. "Said something about celebrating your new job."
Jake headed toward the hallway—directly toward the bedroom where David was still with Lisa.
"Actually," I said, blocking his path, "your portfolio's in my office. I saw it earlier."
"No, I'm pretty sure I left it in my room."
Another sound—a muffled moan.
Jake frowned. "What was that?"
"My call," I said, pulling out my phone. "Still connected. Hey, gotta go, Jake's here," I spoke into the blank screen.
Jake pushed past me, heading down the hall.
I texted David quickly: *HIDE HER*
Jake opened his bedroom door. Empty.
He turned toward the guest room—Lisa's room—and reached for the handle.
"Jake," I called. "Found it! Your portfolio was in the living room."
He hesitated, hand on the doorknob.
Behind that door, I knew Lisa was naked, used, and terrified—possibly with David's hand over her mouth.
"Coming," Jake finally said, releasing the handle.
He never noticed the small wet spot on the carpet outside the door.
Or the women's earring I quickly pocketed before he turned around.
Jake grabbed his portfolio from the living room, oblivious to the scene that had just played out there—the towels hastily shoved under the couch, the lube bottle kicked behind a chair.
"Thanks man," he said. "Gotta run. Tell Mom I'll be back for dinner."
"Will do," I replied, walking him to the door. "Good luck with the rest of training."
The moment he left, I returned to Lisa's room.
David had her in the closet, his belt tied around her wrists, his hand still over her mouth. Her eyes were wide with terror.
"He's gone," I told her.
She didn't move, just stared blankly ahead.
"That was close," David said, removing his hand from her mouth. "Too close."
I pulled Lisa to her feet. She swayed, cum still leaking from both holes.
"Did you like that?" I asked. "The fear of almost being caught by your son?"
She didn't answer, but her nipples hardened.
"Look at her," David laughed. "She did like it."
"N-no," she finally spoke. "But..."
"But what?" I pressed.
"But I came," she whispered, shame and confusion in her eyes. "When you mentioned Jake, I came again."
David and I exchanged looks. Her conditioning was progressing faster than expected.
"We need rules," David said, addressing me rather than Lisa. "For sharing her."
"Agreed." I circled Lisa, examining our handiwork. "No permanent marks without consultation."
"No sharing with others without mutual agreement," David added.
"And she services us both equally," I concluded.
Lisa listened silently as we divided her like property.
"I have something for you," David told me, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out Lisa's wedding ring—the one she'd been wearing when we first met.
"Took it while she was in the shower," he explained. "Thought you might want it for your collection."
I smiled, pulling out the earring I'd recovered from the hallway. "Fair exchange."
As we traded trophies, Lisa suddenly spoke.
"Can I ask something?"
We both turned, surprised.
"Depends," I said.
"Next time," she said, voice barely audible, "can you... can you record it? I want to see what I look like when you both..."
She couldn't finish, but she didn't need to.
David laughed. "I think we've created a monster."
I lifted her chin. "You want to watch yourself being used?"
She nodded, unable to meet my eyes.
"Jake's mom," I mused, "addicted to being shared."
"Please," she whispered. "Daddy."
I exchanged a look with David. This was unexpected progress.
"Clean yourself up," I ordered. "Jake will be home for dinner."
"And Lisa?" David added. "Keep the plug in. I want you ready for round two tonight."
Her eyes widened. "But Jake will be home."
I smiled. "That's what makes it exciting."
After David left, I found Lisa in the shower, scrubbing herself raw.
"Stop," I ordered. "You're damaging my property."
She froze, water streaming down her body.
"I can't face Jake," she whispered. "Not after today."
"You can and will," I replied. "And tonight, after he goes to bed, David's coming back. And we're going to film everything, just like you asked."
"I didn't mean—"
"Yes, you did." I turned off the water. "You're becoming what you were always meant to be. Our shared property."
I handed her a towel. "And Lisa? Wear the black dress again tonight. No underwear. The plug stays in."
"Yes, Daddy," she whispered.
As I left the bathroom, I checked my phone. A text from David: *Round 2 tonight. Bringing a friend?*
I smiled. Not yet. But soon.
Jake's mother was transforming before our eyes.
From proper suburban mom to shared property.
And she was starting to love it.