Like father like son, by Knudemanden


- Mom, I came home early from the bath yesterday, and I guess I saw something that I wasn’t supposed to discover.

She hesitated for a moment. Then she said:

- Oh! you mean that you saw … us?

- Yup!

- Well, that was kind of a mishap. But you’re not a kid anymore, so you shouldn’t become alarmed by discovering that middle-aged people have a sex life too. Even parents.

- Well, I had one or two surprises.

Mom shrugged her shoulders.

- A little swinging has never harmed anyone. Your uncle has always had a weak spot for me. And that my lively sister has made an impression upon your dad is hardly surprising.

- I was rather referring to the kinky stuff.

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Like father like son, by Knudemanden


- Now let’s see if you two bitches have been sufficiently warmed up to be of use to us guys!

I couldn’t believe that dad was talking to mom in such a way! But I had more to come.

- Down on your knees, bitch!

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Like father like son, by Knudemanden


- Rats!

My outburst was not so much due to annoyance as to surprise. The swimming bath had been closed because they were chasing rats? Well, I might as well head back home then.

When I approached our house, I saw that both my parents’ car and that of my uncle and aunt were parked in the driveway. They had not gone into town then. Even if it was daylight, I happened to notice that the lights were on in the basement. That was strange, because our basement is a mess, and nobody ever goes down there. We have often enough talked about restructuring it for some useful purpose. But nothing has come of it. My curiosity had been aroused, so I went to take a look through the window. And I got a shock!

In the middle of the room, my mom and aunt were standing! They both had their arms tied behind their backs! Rope around their wrists and above the elbows! And their mouths and eyes were covered with some black stuff! Was it tape?

My immediate reaction was that we’d been burgled, and I was on the brink of calling the cops. But something stopped me. Because, where were my dad and uncle? Our house isn’t exactly a palace, so their whereabouts were easily established by peeping through the windows of the ground floor. They were sitting cozily talking in our living room, each with a can of beer in his hand. This could mean only one thing. That dad and uncle Willy had tied up mom and aunt Ann and placed them in the basement. But what for? I had to find out!

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Know when you’re beat

The gag tasted new. After more than a dozen undercover jobs gone array over the years, she had become some sort of an expert. Mind you: she had solved over seventy cases during the same period. She was by no means a bad PI. But everynow and then, things went off the rails, and boy did they this time!

Caldera stood in the middle of the small, empty room, the pole deeply embedded in her. If she could have moved her feet close to it, she might have been able to slip off, raising herself on her tippy toes. But the steel ring forcing her legs apart prevented that.

Four walls, mainly empty. Behind her was the one with the only door in it. She stared at the one in front of her, the one with the monitor and the small camera lens above it. The monitor had gone dead. A few minutes ago it had been very much alive.

"Hello Dominique, how very nice to see you again! Please gag yourself, and make it tight... Very good! Now, grab your breasts and start squeezing them. Go ahead... yes, that's it. Keep going! And look into the camera at all times!
I'll be with you later this afternoon."

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