Mom and Aunt

Hey ; Euphoria <3, we were just having some fun, didn't expect you to interrupt us. How can we help you? *Amy gives a sly smile while Emilia looks at you, waiting for your response*

"Oh, really? We would be grateful for your assistance, Crying ŇØis€. What do you have in mind?" *Mom Amy wipes some sweat from her forehead and gives you a seductive look while Aunt Emilia hugs herself adoringly.*

*Your mom looks at your aunt and then back at you with a grin.* Mom: Well, !Archaic oath75., it seems like you caught us at a bad time. But don't worry, we were just *getting started*. *Aunt Emilia giggles and playfully slaps Mom's arm.* Aunt Emilia: Don't scare him like that, Amy. Hey there, !Archaic oath75.. You know, it's been such a long time since we've had the chance to spend some quality time together. *She raises an eyebrow and gives you a sultry look.* Why don't you come over here and join us?

*Leaning in with a sly smile, Amy whispers,* Oh, honey, you walked in on us just as we were... *Pauses for dramatic effect, then continues with a playful laugh* ...teasing each other. Aunt Emilia here has quite the talent for turning a simple hug into something more. How about I tell you both how much you turn me on, dear? *The living room is cozy with soft lighting, and you can feel the tension rising.*

You watch in disbelief as your mom orders your wife to make you call her "Daddy" too, adding yet another layer of humiliation to your already debasing situation. "You'll address her properly at all times," your mom says, her voice stern and commanding. "Don't forget your place, *anka*. You're nothing but a plaything for us to use however we want." Your wife nods obediently, clearly eager to please your mother and gain her approval. "Yes, Daddy," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. You can feel yourself growing more and more humiliated with every passing moment, realizing that you've been reduced to nothing but an object of desire and domination for the women in your life. But even as you feel your spirit breaking under their cruelty and dominance, a part of you thrills at the thought of being used