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Who's in Charge

By: BlazeSmith



The sun was shining bright on a passionate summer day at the park. The wind calmly breezed in a way that lightly brushed Jimmy's short hair. It helped him relax as he took a stroll across the bridge, trying to create a fresh start from things. Lately he had been thinking about his recent breakup. The woman who he had fallen in love with got relocated across the country, and unfortunately he was not flexible enough to move with her. For more than three weeks, he was emotionally torn, contemplating if he had made the right decision by choosing to stay in the area. Mentally, he was sad; sexually, he was hungry. He hadn't felt a warm, tight pussy in weeks, and as the days went on, he became easily aroused.

As Jimmy walked through the park, trying to enjoy the nature, his eye became drawn to a very attractive woman sitting on a bench nearby. Her beauty struck him like lightning, and he was taken aback by her stunning presence. He didn't want to check her out in a creepy and obvious way, so he found a nearby tree to lean on. He was amazed at her voluptuous figure, and became turned on at her big, natural breasts that filled her navy blue top. He was hypnotized through gazing at her, and his mind wandered with naughty thoughts.

Jimmy considered himself to be sexually dominant. Not in a BDSM sort of way, but he absolutely loved to take charge in the bedroom. As he slowly became aroused by gazing at this sexy woman on the bench, He imagined staring down at her, completely naked, while her ruby red lips wrapped all around his 10-inch cock. He pictured grabbing her long, red hair with one hand while penetrating her from behind. As he slumped on the bark of the tree, he became immersed in a sexual fantasy. 

She stared out into the open grass while the wind continued to breeze through her hair, trying to calm her thoughts as well. It had been far too long since she had had sex, and she desperately wanted to be stimulated. For three months, her body longed for a nice, warm cock to reactivate her G-spot. Being more of a dominant person as well, she missed commanding guys during sex. Nothing would get her wet faster than when she got to be in control.

She had been on that bench for well over an hour, staring at families and couples walking in the park. A butterfly flew gracefully in the wind and broke her thoughts for a second. Her eye followed it to a tree where Jimmy stood, seeming to be just as dazed as she was. As the butterfly flew away, her eyes were fixed on him. It was like her wish had been granted. She couldn't help but stare at his muscled frame, accentuated by his tight, white shirt and his buzzed, blonde hair. She was mesmerized by his toned chest and broad shoulders, and increasingly became curious to see what was underneath his jeans.

Jimmy had tried not to make it obvious that he was staring at this woman from afar, but knew his cover was blown when he looked back at her staring at him. Her piercing blue eyes matched his glare, and then she reached for her purse and placed it around her shoulder as she slowly got off the bench. A million things raced into Jimmy's mind as she started walking towards him. He really didn't know what to say, but that stare from her seemed to say "I want you." She approached him, her eyes staring deep into his.

Trying to sound natural, he said, "Hey gorgeous. I'm Jimmy. What's your name?"

He figured that small talk was the right thing to start with, but she was bolder than he expected and went straight for the kiss. She rested her hands on his chest and locked lips with his, breathing passionately during their intense make-out session. Jimmy grabbed her hands and interlocked fingers as their bodies got closer. He could feel her firm boobs pressed on his chest, and his cock began to get erect as they continued. She felt his hard-on and gave him a sexy laugh. He started kissing her neck.

"God, you're fucking hot," he moaned. "I just wanna pound you so hard right now."

He broke locks with her hands and palmed her ass. She tossed her head back and giggled some more while his big hands squeezed her tight ass cheeks. He brushed hair off her shoulder as he continued to lightly kiss her neck. He knew that he needed to have her, and so did she.

She broke away from his touch, unzipped her purse, and brought out a small piece of paper and pen. Then she started to write.

"You never told me your name," Jimmy remarked as she was writing. She laughed again and kept writing. Then she folded up the piece of paper, tucked it in his hand, and gave him one more kiss. She whispered, "See you in an hour babe," and started to walk away.

Jimmy was thrilled. He was finally getting a hot piece of ass, and he knew that she was just begging for him to mount her endlessly. He watched her leave, his cock still rock-hard as he looked at her round, plump ass swaying with every step she took. Finally he opened the note that she gave him. It had her address, and on the bottom, she had signed her name "Erica" with a small heart. He really didn't want to wait a full hour, but from the way her body felt up against him and the tenderness of her kiss, he figured that she was worth waiting for.

As the hour passed, Erica used her time to get ready. She had changed into sexy lingerie, done some light cleaning in her condo, and prepared the maroon sheets. She was ready to handle Jimmy's cock. She couldn't stop thinking about being on top, riding him while he moans in pleasure. She imagined him panting hard. "Oh, god! Erica!" she would hear, him screaming in ecstasy when...

BUZZ! 

He was waiting downstairs. Erica went to the intercom and told him to come up. She couldn't wait for her dominant fun to begin. Twenty seconds later, she heard a knock on her door. Jimmy could hear her walking toward it, excited to have her all to himself. He hadn't expected her to be in silk red lingerie when she opened the door. He froze and stared at her. 

"Wow," he said, "I can't wait to fucking rip that off of you!"

That turned her on in an instant. She grabbed Jimmy by the back of his head and pulled him into her lips. They made out aggressively, caressing each other in a rough way. That's when their sexual dominance started to show their true colors.

"You gonna be my bitch tonight?" she asked while smiling at him. "That cock is all mine baby."

"Oh yeah?" he replied, "I'd love to see you say that when you're bent over, while I'm pounding that ass."

"Ooh!" she chuckled, "I like the way you talk."

Erica brought Jimmy fully into the condo as they kept making out. He loved sliding his hands down her soft, tender back.

"Take off that shirt," she commanded. "Right now." 

He lifted his arms in the air and pulled off his shirt, while she brought her hands to his sculpted abdominals. He threw his shirt on a couch nearby, then went back to business. As he reached around her back, his curiosity of seeing her naked boiled over, and he snapped her bra off. It lightly fell to the ground, revealing her firm tits and hard tipped nipples. Erica smiled at his rising animosity. Jimmy knew that he was becoming hard again, and began to take his hand to the zipper of his pants. As they continued to kiss, tongues moving in unison, he unzipped his pants and gripped his cock through his underwear, stroking it a couple times before she noticed. She knew he was ready, and judging by how wet her panties had gotten since he entered, it was safe to say she was too. "Let's move this into the bedroom," she whispered. Then she took him by hand and started walking. He followed with ease.

Passion roared all over the room as they walked in. The sun peered through the large glass windows, lighting up the frame and maroon sheets of Erica's bed. It was as if nature became an envious voyeur to their romance. Both of them had waited too long for this moment, and didn't waste any more time. Erica slid her hands down Jimmy's chest and abs, then vigorously pulled his pants down, revealing his bright blue boxer-briefs. She gave him a sexy look, then went down and licked the bottom of his balls through his underwear. "Oh, damn!" Jimmy moaned, and threw his head back in pleasure. That flipped a switch in him. It turned him on so much looking down at her. He brought her back up and bit her neck while his hands massaged her ass. Then he grabbed her panties and ripped them off of her. She squealed in excitement.

He then smacked her ass and said, "Get your ass on the bed." She licked her lips and obeyed. She loved to play rough. Now totally naked and completely aroused, Erica got on her sheets and watched in awe as Jimmy quickly took off his clothes. She began to breathe hard as soon as she saw his stiff cock. She had to have it right there, right now. He walked over to the bed, stroking his dick with one hand.

"Lay all the way down," he said. Then he got on the bed and straddled over her naked body. He tossed his head back again when she put her soft, ruby red lips on the tip of his penis, just as he had fantasized. That was when Erica really went to work. She had one hand on his abs, the other on his cock, as she sucked him from beneath. Jimmy kept moaning and panting. He loved looking down at her while she took his dick deeper into her mouth. His hand made its way to the back of her head as she slowly stroked him.

"Oh yeah baby," he moaned, "lick those balls. Come on."

His heart raced when she ran her tongue from the bottom of his balls, all the way up his shaft. He felt her lightly scratch his abs with her other hand. His mind was swimming with sexual feeling as she kept going, being controlled by her tender touch. The thought of those firm, lovely breasts crossed his mind, and he grabbed one of them and softly groped her, while her mouth kept working on his cock. When she looked up and saw a small drop of cum emerge from his tip, she knew it was her turn to be pleasured again. She softly licked it off, then took control. She tightened her grip on his cock and said "Alright, get on your back. Now!" He liked the sound of that.

Erica got off the bed and watched as Jimmy adjusted himself. "Faster!" she demanded. When she saw that he was on his back, she got back on and crawled on her knees toward his dick. She slowly licked up his shaft again before climbing on top of him.

"I want you to put your fucking hands on those bars while I ride that cock," she ordered.

"Yeah baby, I like when you talk dirty to me," Jimmy responded as he gripped the frame of the bed.

She slowly eased her wet clit onto his dick and began moving. She wanted him to scream like a bitch as she bounced up and down on his cock. She gradually started grinding harder, reaching back to tickle his balls. Jimmy knew he was getting fucked hard by this sexual goddess, and he felt he could not be more turned on.

"Ahh, yeah keep going," he panted. "I fucking love your pussy."

"Yeah?" she asked as she grinded harder.

"Aw yeah. I like watching those big tits bounce up and down too. Keeps me fucking hard!"

She got even wetter as she went faster. She bent down and gave Jimmy a kiss before feeling his chest with both of her hands. He could feel her starting to scratch his pecs. She was aggressive, and he enjoyed it. It felt amazing to him as he gripped the bars of the bed firm, while she tossed his midsection up and down with her curvaceous hips. He tried to sit up and return her kiss, but she pushed him back down on the bed with a soft 'thump'. She was in full control, and loved every minute of it.

After a couple of scratches and serious pleasure, Erica slowed to a halt and reached down to kiss him again. They shared an intense kiss, both of them wanting the other so badly. When Jimmy released his hands and brought them around Erica's back, they rolled over. Now he was on top of her, and he was more than ready to handle that sweet pussy with his throbbing cock.

"Let's have a little fun," he said as he began to stroke inside her. Her eyes widened as he went deeper. 

"Ah, your pussy feels so good," Jimmy whispered to her as he went down to lick her nipples. Erica cried out "Oh yes baby!" which got him really excited. Then he stared right into her piercing blue eyes and picked up speed. Her boobs jiggled as he thrust inside her. He liked watching her breasts respond to each hard pound he gave her. She spread her legs wider as while he put all his sexual energy into her. That's when Jimmy put a hand to her throat and really took charge.

"You like that don't you?" he told her, still looking deep in her eyes. "You like this dick? Huh?"

She began to scream in pleasure. He pounded her harder, arching his back and going even deeper. She gave him a soft look, while he gave her a rough one in return. He felt the wall of her vagina closing onto his hard cock, and it felt great.

"Oh man, your pussy's so tight," he was moaning harder, using his broad legs to pump harder inside her. Erica could feel herself starting to orgasm. She brought him in closer, grabbing his ass as he continued to pound her. She felt like her heart stopped as she took in all ten inches of Jimmy's rock-hard penis. The bed shook and squeaked as their bodies crashed into each other on the mattress. Her boobs were rubbing against his chest when she moaned louder, letting out a huge shriek.

"Oh god! Oh god, I'm cumming!" she yelled.

"I want to hear you cum baby," he replied.

She grabbed hard onto his lower back, her eyes rolling as she finished her orgasm. He was still going in deep.

"You want me to fuck you from behind?" he asked her as he slowed down. She nodded and smacked his ass again to get him off of her. He kneeled on the edge of the bed while she turned around. He wanted to handle her ass all night, making her moan several times. When she was on all fours, ass high in the air and hands gripped on the bars, he slowly entered.

Jimmy started out in slow, easy pulses behind Erica, keeping her wet. His hands were anchored on her ass, massaging and slapping her ass. She moaned every time he gave her ass a hard smack.

"You like that?" he asked. SMACK! He slid his cock slowly in and out of her.

"I can't hear you babe," he told her. SMACK! 

"Oh yeah," she panted.

He got a real thrill out of looking above her, arched on all fours while he dominated her from behind. He started to go faster, trying to fulfill his fantasy. Her ass bounced and her boobs swayed as he gave it to her faster and harder. He cupped her boob with one hand, rubbing her nipples in between his thumb and index finger. Then he grabbed her hair with the other hand and pounded harder inside her. Erica tossed her head back as he pulled her hair, looking at the frames of the bed shake while he pumped his cock in her firm ass. Jimmy kept moaning louder as he smacked her ass hard and gripped her hair tighter. "Get down!" he commanded, and pressed her head down on the mattress.

As she lowered herself, he thrust deeper, her ass propped against his waist. He arched his back some more while she gripped the bars tighter. She reached for his hand to lock fingers, but he instead put two of his fingers in her mouth. He liked the sight of watching her become submissive to his sexual hold.

"Oh Jimmy! Fuck me harder!" she screamed as he mounted her from above.

"Yeah, who's your bitch now?" he said, "I'll give you this cock all night baby."

Now it was almost Jimmy's turn to cum. Erica's pussy was getting tighter, and didn't know how much more pleasure he could take. Staring down her sexy red hair and soft, pale skin made him want to be inside her all night long. He could sense that he was about to cum any second.

"Oh babe, I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna fucking cum inside you!"

His pelvis collapsed against her ass a few more times, thrusting deep inside that tight, warm cunt. Then he couldn't hold it anymore, and groaned loud as he exploded hot jizz. He quivered with each burst of cum shooting out into her pussy. She could feel him releasing inside her, and she loved the sound of his groans while he came.

He finally pulled out, and her clit began to leak drops of hot semen onto the bed sheets. Jimmy watched as it surfaced, smiling a little as it created a small pool of cum. Erica rolled over and smiled at him.

"Hope I served you well, master," she said.

"Oh yeah," he replied. "You sure did. Damn, I needed to get all that sexual energy out. I hadn't done it in three weeks!"

"Well I hadn't in three months!" she laughed. "God, I needed that."

Jimmy began to get off the bed to put on his clothes when Erica grabbed his arm.

She looked at him and said, "When can we see each other again. I'm gonna be thinking of you all the time now."

He said, "I know, same here. How about we go at it again tomorrow?"

"Yes, I would like that," she agreed. Then he got up and put on his clothes. She still sat on the bed and stared at him, the same way that he had stared at her at the park just an hour and a half before. What a perfect day, she thought to herself as she led Jimmy out of the sun-lit room, where they would spend quite some time together from now on. 

Who's in Charge?



Simon was sitting on the sofa watching the boxing. It was late and his wife wasn't home yet. She had gone out to a club to celebrate a job promotion with her mother. He didn't like his mother, but still his wife had convinced him to let her stay with them when her house caught fire. She treated him like he was beneath her. Nothing he ever did was good enough. 

As he took another swig of his beer he heard a key trying to be put into the lock and giggling.

"Well they're drunk." He thought to himself as he carried on watching the fight.

"Hey baby!" His wife Bev slurred as she walked up behind the sofa. She threw her arms round him and hugged him close.

"I love you!" She said kissing his neck.

"I love you too." He said smiling. "You obviously had a good time."

"Yeah, it was fun." She said. "Though I think mum is a bit pissed." She whispered too loudly. 

"I'm more sober then you Beverly!" Her mother responded as she fell back onto the couch.

Bev just laughed. "Yeah probably. I think I need to lay down." 

"OK, lets put you to bed." Simon said as he stood up. 

He walked up to his wife and picked her up, then carried her upstairs and helped her get ready for bed. He told her he would be back up as soon as the fight finished, though he was pretty sure she was asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

His mother, Janet, was still sitting on the sofa where he had left her, except now she had her eyes closed. He sat back in his seat and said, "why don't you go to bed too" as he picked up his bottle and took a sip of his beer.

Janet opened her eyes and looked at him. "I'm fine where I am." She slurred back at him.

"Your falling asleep." He said simply.

"I wouldn't fall asleep near you, who knows what you would do to me when I wasn't aware." She accused. "To be honest I've never really known what Beverly sees in you, I'd always hoped she marry someone better."

"You should go to bed Janet and sleep it off." He responded, trying to keep his anger in check.

"You're pathetic." Sneered Janet as she stared at him.

Simon hadn't looked at her the whole time she had been talking, but turned to face her.

He didn't know why, maybe it was the way she was staring at him, but he snapped. He grabbed her by the throat so quickly she had no chance to react. He pushed his weight forward, forcing her onto her back.

"For years I've put up with your bullshit!" He growled. "And now you think you can talk to me like that in my own house?"

He released the pressure on her neck and she gasped for breath. "How dare you!" She said between gasps of breath.

"How dare I?" He growled back at her between clenched teeth. "You disrespect me in my own home, and think what exactly? That I'll be OK with it? That because you're Bev's mother that you're allowed to? Well sorry sweetheart, you may not like me, but your going to show me a little fucking respect."

"I'll tell Beverly." She said getting quite scared, she had never seen him so angry.

"No." He countered. "I doubt that. What are you going to tell her? That you sat on MY sofa, in MY house and started insulting me, her husband, for no good reason and that i reacted? She knows me well enough to know i wouldn't react like this without being seriously pushed. So go ahead, tell her, by tomorrow night you'll be out on your arse and i wont have to put up with your shit any more."

"She'll side with me." She shot back, although she knew he was right which made her angry.

"You think she'll believe a pathetic, worthless, poor excuse for a man like you, over her own mother?" She said with contempt, disguising her anger as confidence. What ever she was feeling when she spoke soon evaporated when he slapped her across the face with his free hand. She lay there, clasping her cheek, stunned. It wasn't so much that it hurt, more the shock that he had done something she had never expected. 

"You spiteful, lonely, bitch! Because you couldn't make your marriage work, any of your marriages in fact, you want to destroy your daughters. Is that it?" He slapped her across the face again, then again and then again. None harder then the first, but the barrage of the slaps confused her and ultimately scared her.

She had lost all control of the situation. He was still on top of her, still holding her throat and she couldn't move. She was at his mercy. 

He removed his hand from her throat as he lent back slightly. She looked up at him fearfully. This was long over due, all the times she had put him down, had made snidey remarks, it was all coming to the surface. He could see she wouldn't talk to him like this again any time soon, but wanted to make sure she really knew her place. He grabbed her lightly around the neck as he spoke. "This is MY house. The only reason you're here right now is because I allow it! I'm in charge, do you understand." 

"Yes" she said, nodding. "I'm sorry."

"After all these years, you think that makes up for it? A quick sorry and everything is ok? You're going to have to do a lot better then that" He said as he released her neck and in the same movement ripped open her blouse. She lay there, her bra clad breasts on display to him. She didn't cover up, she dare not. She just looked up at him as he stared back down at her, a look of fury in his eyes. She fearfully studied his face, trying to read what he was thinking, but all she could see was a burning anger. She broke eye contact, she knew she had pushed him to far. She let her eyes move down his body to his jeans and saw that he was aroused. She hadn't realised she'd been staring at the bulge in his jeans until he spoke.

"Take it out." He growled.

She looked back up at him, unsure what to do. Her mind was racing, until he slapped he again. She instinctively put her hands up to protect her face. He pulled her hands out of the way and grabbed her around the throat and applied some pressure. "What did I say?" He said, staring angrily at her for a moment before releasing her neck. She reached down and began doing as he'd commanded. Unbuckling and unzipping his jeans, before pulling his boxers down to free his hard cock.

Her mind was blank, as if running on auto pilot. She knew what he wanted, how he expected her to apologize properly and she took his throbbing dick between her fingers. She began to stroke it gently, pre-cum was already lubricating the head of it. He was staring down at her as she rubbed it with long strokes, rubbing his cum into his hard dick as she submitted to him. Her skirt had hitched up, she hadn't even realised with everything that had happened. He leant down over her and pulled her exposed knickers to the side so she was rubbing his hard member between her legs. She never stopped looking up at him, her breathing was heavy, her eyes locked with his as she felt him get harder within her fingers. Without warning he pushed forward, spreading her vaginal lips with the head of his throbbing cock as he into into her. She was aroused, her pussy wet and lubricating his cock as he entered her. She let out a moan and instinctively wrapped her arms and legs around him as he buried himself within her. He took hold of her shoulders as he thrust into her, pulling her down onto him, getting as much of his dick inside her as he could. She was lost in the feeling of it, his body clenching and relaxing as he rammed himself inside her as hard as he could. Gripping her shoulders tightly, he pulled her down onto his stiff cock. She was moving her hips with him in rhythm, grinding against him as he took her. He shifted his position ever so slightly, so his cock entered her from a different angle. His pubic hair and shaft were rubbing against her engorged clit and she came with a loud moan, clenching onto him tightly as he continued to pump into her. He held her as she convulsed in his arms, keeping his rhythm as he kept sliding himself deep within her, coating his hard shaft with her juices. And all the time she was lost in her internal bliss, he never stopped pounding his hard sopping wet cock inside her.

"Who's in charge?" He growled as he fucked her mercilessly.

"You are!" She managed to moan out as her pussy exploded around him. 

He fucked her roughly, letting out all the years of pent up aggression. He focused his frustration and anger into his penis, using it like a battering ram and hammered into her with a fury that took over. As he lay on her, forcing himself inside her, hate fucking her, all he could think was that he needed to be deeper inside her. He penetrated her as fully as he could, trying to touch her very core. Janet's legs were wrapped around him as he rammed into her like a piston, at his mercy, being made to orgasm again and again. It had been 10 years since she had felt a man inside her, which had been her ex husband. She took hold of Simon's firm buttocks and daringly slid her finger into his arse. He immediately pulled her hair, wrenching her head back as he grunted and sprayed her womb with his seed. 

"From now on." He said after a minute panting slightly. "You show me a little fucking respect and know your place."

She smiled at him. "Is this my place?" She said as his shrinking cock twitched inside her. "With you on top of me like this?" 

He looked at her and returned her smile. "No, i may bend you over next time." He replied getting off her.

She reached for his cock as she sat up and licked it, "Mmmm. My place is the position you decide to put me in then?"

He half smiled at her and pulled away from her. "Now do as your told, go to bed and sleep it off. I want to finish watching tv." She got up and did as she was told. She couldn't remember the last time she slept that well.

To be continued



Who's in Charge?



Him

Her ass cheeks pulled the thin material of her housecoat tight as she bent over and peered under the kitchen sink. She was narrow in the hips and ass, though she had a bit of a belly. I could tell that she never wore anything beneath except panties. Her large nipples always poked through her robe when it was cold. And her heavy tits swung and jiggled at any motion. I had never actually them, but each one had to be as big as my head. I had spent many nights jerking off fantasizing about her gorgeous mounds. Now that things had started, I just knew I would live out my dreams.

I crept up behind her as she straightened, placed my hands on her hips, and nuzzled her neck. I had to lean down because I am over 6 feet tall and she about 4 and a half feet. She jumped with a start, and I began a quick trek upward under her arms to grab her-

"Uh, just WHAT do you think you're doing son?" she asked as her body stiffened, her head swiveled and her arms clamped down tight over mine trapping them between arms and rib cage. The look on her face was pure outrage, disgust and contempt. Trust me, I had seen that look many times before.

"Answer me, young man! What in the WORLD was that?" she asked as she pulled away and stood with her back to the opposite countertop. Her face and mouth were pulled together into a scowl. "Well?? Are you just going to stand there with you stupid mouth hanging open? You're drunk! Aren't you?" She glared at me contemptuously.

"I...I...NO!! I'm not drunk! I just thought that..." I said.

"You just thought WHAT? I know. You just thought you could turn your perverted ways on me. Didn't you? I always knew it. You're a pervert." she said her blue eyes glaring at me.

"A-a-after last night...the way you..." I said.

"Last night? What are you stammering about?" she demanded.

"You...well, you and me, well we... you know..." I said.

"WE did nothing. I can assure you. You must have been very drunk!" she said.

"No! Really, when I came in last night, you and I...you really don't remember?" I asked. I pulled out my phone as she continued to berate me. Only half listening, I pulled up our video.

"...and nothing happened last night without my knowledge! I am always in control of my-" Sounds of moaning and slurping interrupted her thought.

"Oh Gawd baby! I just love your big cock!! I want it in my mouth some more. Mmmmm... ...slurrrppp...uuummmm...slpp... mmmmmmmm ...slurp...uhnnnnnnn...

Her

...Yesssss baby...I can taste your cum on my tongue! Oooooooo your dick tastes soooooo good!! Mmmmmmm...slp...slp...slp...slp...unhhhhh...Ohhhhhhh...uhhhhhhh..."

My heart stopped. I knew that voice. I knew that hunger. Those sounds were ME and my husband! 

"How?! How did you get a recording of me and Bill having ... relations??" I said.

"Bill? That's not you and Bill. That's you and ME!" he said.

"IT IS NOT!" I nearly screamed. "You will stop this nonsense this instance or I will tell Mona and Bill and you will be cast out of this family forever!"

Before I could turn my head, he thrust the screen to my face. 

"Look." He said.

On the tiny screen, I was lying on my daughter's couch as I hungrily swallowed and slurped on the large manhood. It was long, very thick, and had a large purple, mushroom-shaped head on top of it. This certainly was not my husband's tiny thing. I could not tear my eyes from it. Transfixed, I felt my hand reaching for the screen as the on screen me begged for more, then licked and sucked the head of the beautiful, meaty pole. Suddenly, the skin tightened, the head swelled, and I ran my tongue into the slit of the bell of his manhood. It jerked and erupted. 

"Unhhhh..." he groaned. "Oh yes!! Suck my cum, baby!! Unhhhh!!"

He squirted his love juice onto my tongue, into mouth, and covered my lips. He shot jets over my cheeks and again down my chin and neck. Begging for more of his cum, I ran his member all over my face, lips and tongue. I sucked it back into my mouth as the moans and breathing began to subside.

Him

I watched her. I was unsure if I was going to be okay or if she was going to turn on me. Her lips parted slightly. Her breathing became ragged and her tongue started moving in and out and covered her lips as the moans and groans filled the kitchen. In the video, I had begun cumming all over her mouth and face. Her hand moved absently to her chin and mouth. I looked down at her chest. Her nipples were stiff and pointing straight at me. I wanted so badly to reach down and caress her huge breasts and pull her large nipples, but I was afraid I would break the spell. When I looked back up at her, she was looking me dead in the eyes. Her 45 year old fleshy cheeks hung open.

Her

"How? How did this happen?" I whispered looking up into my son's hazel eyes. To deny that this was me would be purely foolish at this point. But still, I had no recollection. "Is this some kind of trick, Greg? If so, it is not very funny." I said. I looked at him, but could barely hear my own voice speaking. 

"It's no trick. Honest. Last night when I came home from the concert, I was a little drunk and you were on the couch asleep. I figured you had slept over to keep Mona company. When I woke you up. You started telling me how good-looking you always thought I was, and that you always had a 'thing' for me. Honestly, I was kinda blown away. Then, you started grabbing my crotch and saying how you wanted a real man for a change. You said you were tired of a little shrimp dick and wanted something REAL. Like I said, I was a little tipsy...one thing led to another...then, well you saw the video." He said.

Was this really happening? I had always thought him handsome, now I could see that his olive skin offset by his black hair made the 28 year old truly sexy. Could I really have had him my mouth?

"This can't be real. This can't be happening. Why can't I remember anything? I laid down last night, couldn't fall asleep, so Mona gave me one of her sleeping pills. The next thing I remembered, it was morning." I said.

"You took one of Mona's sleeping pills?" he asked "Those things can cause people to hallucinate, sleep walk and do things that they don't' ever remember. Ohhhh boy..." he said and looked away.

"No. No. This cannot have happened. This did not happen. This never happened. Do you understand me? No one will ever know about this. If anyone were to ever find out, they'd never understand! This was a mistake, and that is the end of it. We shall never discuss it again!" I said. With that I crossed my arms over my chest, strode to my guest room and shut the door. 

Once behind the door, my legs nearly gave way. I ran to the bed and sat. My whole body was trembling. Suddenly, I could feel my panties. They were sopping wet! My nipples were stiff and tingling. My mind began to rush back over the incredible images of me and my son. His member was huge! It was much larger than my husband's. And thick: it had to be as big around as my wrist! The giant purple mushroom head had barely fit into my mouth. It had actually been in my mouth- just last night! Oh my God! I had sucked my daughter's husband to orgasm! He had cum all over my face and mouth! 

Arousal and shame poured through me. The images caused my nipples and vagina to ache with desire, but how could I? He was my daughter's husband? I slid my wet panties off, but the rush of fresh air on my wet lips only made me hornier. Shame or no, I just could not keep my legs from spreading and thrusting my hand into my private area. The top of my bush was still dry and soft, but directly beneath, my clit was standing at complete attention soaked in sticky juice. To touch it made me moan aloud. I just couldn't help it. I felt down further. The hair around the lips of my pussy was wet, sticky and matted. How long had it been since I had been this excited? My God. The feel of my fingers sent an immediate rush of deeper pleasure. I slipped two middle fingers between my lips and used the heel of

my hand to continue massaging my swollen clitoris. I had to bite my lip to stifle my deep groan of pleasure. I slid my hand from vagina and was about to suck the delicious slickness from my fingers, when the door burst open.

Him

She was sitting on the bed. Her face was shocked and still flushed red. I guess she was still angry. That was too bad.

"Wh-What are you doing in here?" She said. Her hands moved to close her gown and cover herself.

"Well, I had gone back to my room and decided to just jerk off and let the whole thing go." I said. Her eyes widened at my choice of words. "Then it dawned on me, why should I do that when I've got you in here?"

"You have me in here for what?!" she asked . That shrewd sneer was back on her face.

" Looking at the vid, I realized that I was never really in it. It only showed you sucking some guy's dick. And I'm willing to bet that dick doesn't look much like Bill's." Her eyes quickly avoided mine confirming my guess.

"You will give me that film, and I will destroy it this instant." she said without my force.

"Sorry, but we have digital videos now, and it has already been uploaded to the net. You couldn't destroy it if you wanted to. As a matter of fact, I can use it any way I please." I said as I took my phone out and typed in a few commands. Her cell phone buzzed in her coat pocket. "Go ahead, pick it up. It's from me." I said grinning.

She looked at the phone and opened the latest message. Our video immediately sprang up and the moans and groans began in earnest. Horrified, she threw it down like she had suddenly picked up a snake.

"You see? I can send it anywhere and to anyone in a flash. I guess you could say...I've got you by the proverbial tits." I said my grin widening.

"W- what do w-want? she said.

I reached into my pajama bottoms and slowly began to pull out my semi-hard cock. Her eyes grew as big silver dollars and her mouth dropped open. Her eyes remained glued to my show. I slowly pulled on the shaft until the full length bounced right in front of her face.

Her mouth dropped open. "Y-you p-put that away... right n-now...or, or...I- I'll.." she said. Her jowls shook, but eyes never left my cock.

"You'll what...call your husband? Call my wife? Here, let me call them for you. While I'm at it, maybe I'll just drop them the video as well." I said with a glint in my eye.

"NO! You wouldn't dare! You just can't- " she said. Her eyes had finally left my cock and found my eyes. Her once manipulative and cruel face now pleaded with me.

"I can send it through differing servers. They'll never know who sent it. They'll only know that you cheated on Bill by sucking off another man." I said.

Her

I was in shock, numb. He had me. I sat there begging him while my mouth was only inches from his manhood. It was obvious; he wanted me to take it into my mouth. Moments ago, I felt so much confusion, shame and outright desire. Now, I felt only felt shock and helplessness. I didn't know what to do.

"Okay, so what would you have me to do?" I said looking up at him.

"You're going to suck me off." he said. He stared down at me with pure hunger. He moved closer and it happened: the tip of my son's beautiful cock touched my bottom lip. I could feel the warmth and softness. I inhaled and jerked away. It slid from my lip and down to my chin leaving a slight trail of pre-cum. I unconsciously licked the saltiness from my lips and accidentally touched the slit of his head. The head swelled before my eyes. My insides began to quiver and shake. The shaft lengthened and thickened. The head grew larger and darker in color. His eyes burned with even greater intensity into mine. Something inside of me suddenly wanted to reach out, grab it and suck it like a whore. What was coming over me? I breathed in and out nervously. I knew I had to do this, but could I really enjoy this evil act as well? 

Tearing my eyes from his I decided to try to be clinical about his. I would just get the job done and go home. So, I took it in my hand, removed it from my chin and squeezed the shaft tightly. A drop of clear cum oozed from the tip and ran down the bell. I looked up at him. His eyes shined with lust. He wanted my mouth. I sank my hand all the way down his shaft to the base and held it there tightly. The pressure pulled the skin on his shaft tighter and made the head swell. His eyes shuddered in pleasure. I held my grip deep against his stomach until the head of his beautiful cock stretched and became slick and shiny. I could feel the blood trying to pulse into his member. I eased up only to allow more blood to engorge it and then retightened my clamp like grip. I repeated this several times until I thought he would literally burst. He could not tear his eyes away from the scene. I merely studied it clinically as if it we an experiment, while never releasing the tiniest amount of pressure. Inside, I was on fire. His cock was gorgeous. I had never seen such a large dick. Ever. The tighter I held it, the bigger it got. I couldn't stop staring at it, imagining it in my mouth, and wanting to feel it stretch my pussy wide and deep. I wanted this man to satisfy my deepest needs.

"Please." He said. "My cock has never been this hard before. God, you have made it so long! Please, keep going. Please." He said.

Keeping up the pressure, I slowly inched my way back up to the rim of the head. The large helmet grew even bigger and then a huge, clear drop of juice swelled from the slit. "Ungggghhhh!!" he groaned. 

Hungrily, my mouth stretched for it. My tongue gently reached and licked the droplet. He groaned from deep within as his head rolled back. The warm salty juice slid over my tongue and across my lips. I couldn't resist. I suddenly squeezed harder jacking on his shaft and sucked his bell into my lips. A quick gush of warm pre-cum again popped into my mouth. He groaned louder, as I moaned in my throat. My pussy ached to be fingered and filled. I rolled the massive spongy mushroom around on my tongue as the taste and feel of his sperm coated my mouth. I could only imagine it digging into my g-spot every time he plunged it deep inside of me. Juice now ran down my inner thigh. I had to give myself attention or I would die. But I couldn't let him know it. 

My mouth still firmly wrapped around him, I pushed him back, so that I was on my knees in front of him as his butt rested on the dresser behind him. I sucked him hard and jacked him off in my mouth. He groaned loudly and threw back his head. My other hand slipped down between my legs and found my hungry wetness. I slid two fingers in and moaned hard on the cock. He moaned in return. God, it felt so good! I wanted to eat his cock! I put it into my cheek and began gnawing on it. My fingers worked frantically in my hairy cunt. I moaned harder and jacked him harder into my lips. I felt his hips push himself deeper into my mouth and throat. He shuddered and moaned in pleasure as he began to stroke my mouth with his huge member. I wanted to chew it, bite it, and make him cum all in me! I wanted his dick! I wanted this young man in me! I wanted him to control and use me!

Him

My mother was sucking it in and out and jerking me off with her hand. I couldn't help but moan.God, the woman had skills! She was awesome! I had my eyes closed, but I heard hear her licking, sucking, and slurping on my dick. I watched as she lifted it and sucked the underside. Her hand never stopped pumping. Before I knew it, my mother-in-law had my nut in her mouth and sucked it! The woman began moaning with my nuts in her mouth. Her tongue never stopped swirling. She was panting as she licked her way back to the top. There was a wildness about her. She attacked my cock again growling and moaning. Her hand never stopped pumping my shaft as her mouth licked and sucked my head, shaft and nuts. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she moaned uncontrollably on my cock.

I could feel my passion rising with every stroke, every moan, every lick, and every suck. I knew it would not be long before I was going to shoot my cum. I wanted her tits. I wanted them now!

Looking down past her bobbing and moaning head, I could see that her robe was hiked up. Her hand was between her legs. She was fingering herself! I reached down and slowly began pulling the snaps open down the front of her thin housecoat. My first peek was at the deep cleavage between the huge globes. She now had her head lolled to the side, eyes closed and was groaning heavily as her right hand worked below and mouth and left hand massaged my stiff member. She didn't even know that I was taking off her clothes. Pulling a few more snaps loose, I could see that majority of the weight in her tits hung low on her chest in great globes. Finally the last few snaps came undone revealing her complete nakedness. Her breasts were massive. They swung like giant pendulums every time she lifted back and then rammed my cock into her mouth. I had an incredible view from the dressing mirror. The areolas were light pink and easily the size of my palms. The nipples stood out erect and were as large as the ends of my thumbs. I had waited so long, and now here they finally were. I wanted to reach down and grab handfuls and suck and lick the beautiful nipples. My cock tightened even more with the thought of touching her body. I was ready to cum. I looked down at her as she continued to lick and suck and stroke me like a whore. Her hand below moved furiously between her legs. It was then I realized, she didn't even have on panties! She was completely naked! Her brown and greying bush stood out proudly as she fingered herself to orgasm. She put me deep into her mouth and began to moan as if she began to cum as well.

I felt my body stiffen as my muscles locked and readied for orgasm. She kept eating my cock like a wild animal. Suddenly, my eyes squeezed tight, and my nuts exploded as I came.

Her

I couldn't believe it, but I had just orgasmed! "Oh God, oh God, OH GOD!...UUUUHHHHNNNNN...uuuuuuuhhhhh ..." was all my mind heard him say before the jet of hot sperm shot into the back of my throat. I gagged and fell back against the bed. I began coughing.

My hand still on his swollen cock, I felt it surge again as a huge stream of juice spewed from the tip and ran up the side of my neck, cheek and lips. It was so hot on my skin! My coughing stopped. I savored the taste of him in my mouth and on my lips. It spasmed again, and another hot stream splashed down my breasts and onto my nipples. I wanted more! I stroked him harder and was rewarded by the last glob to ooze out which I leaned forward and sucked from the tip of his cock. The mass of saltiness made my desire swell again. The heat between my legs needed to be quenched; my nipples were tingling like mad with the hot cum dripping from them. My nipples ... oh no...my nipples...!!

"Oh no! No! No! Noooo!" I said as I stood, pulled my housecoat together and ran to the bathroom. Bill had always made fun of my breasts and nipples. He liked to call me his big fat "milk cow". I couldn't be humiliated like that again!

I sat on the commode and watched myself in the mirror as I opened my housecoat. My eyes were dazed. Cum hung from my lips and chin and was beginning to run down between my boobs from where he had shot his load onto my neck and chest. The salty smell was overpowering and intoxicating. I watched as I ran my fingers through the slick stickiness over my chest. I rubbed the juice into my large mounds of flesh, massaging it in. I could feel my breasts and nipples growing more and more excited. I knew I would soon explode. The cum allowed me to massage myself deeply and sensuously. Finally, I reached my tender, sensitive nipples. I started pulling at both areolas at the same time and squeezed. I pulled the huge areoles and nipple while rolling it between my fingers and thumb. When I reached the large rubbery tip, little droplets of white formed. I gasped in ecstasy. The release of my milk always increased my pleasure. Bill made fun of my milk. I couldn't help it. I gained another hold on my huge tits and tried again. 




Who's in Charge?



My breathing quickened and my milk formed and dripped from my swollen nipples. I lifted the nipples to my lips and gently licked the sweetness away. I then put the entire nipple in my mouth and sucked it in tasting both my milk and Greg's salty cum at the same time. The pleasure sensor lines from my nipple to my pussy fired immediately. I moaned aloud as my other hand slid between my legs and into my waiting heat. I again began to finger myself, rub my clitoris, lick his cum from my tits, and chew on my nipples. With my other hand, I squeezed my huge breast and made more milk flow. The sweetness of the milk mixing with the saltiness of his juice made me crazy. I began biting and chewing my nipple. My clit stood up like a soldier as I rubbed and massaged it sending electric shocks throughout my body. My fingers probed the depths between my hairy lips. The sight in the mirror was enough to send me over the edge into another shaking and moaning orgasm. 

My legs straightened and bucked off the floor as I nearly screamed in pleasure. I lay back panting and gasping for breath. I don't know if Greg could hear my moans of pleasure and deep ragged breaths as I shook on my own fingers, and I didn't care. As it subsided, and the last of the tremors wracked my body, I again looked at myself in the mirror. I sat back on the toilet, legs spread with one hand deep in my wet, hairy twat, and one hand still pulling and massaging my engorged nipple. My body convulsed in a wave of pleasure one more time as my legs straightened, flexed, then relaxed. I pulled my fingers from my pussy and slowly lifted them to my mouth. I couldn't help it. I love the taste of sex. I could taste the tartness of my orgasm. I ran my finger gingerly between my legs again eliciting another quick jolt of pleasure, and then noticed his sperm still on my tits. 

I wiped it up with my own juices and stuck them into my hungry mouth. The mixture was incredible! I closed my eyes and imagined what it might be like licking my juices off of his strong cock, or maybe even digging fingers into myself to catch both of our cum to taste our sex. My insides began to groan again with desire. I knew I couldn't let this end with my son. I wanted him: all of him. If someone were to find out though, our lives would be over. I just had to think of a way to make him think that it was all his idea, so that he would take the fall if it ever came to it. I stood, climbed into the shower and began to plot.

Him

I sat at the dining room table, which was directly in the path between her room and the front door, waiting for her to come out. She had left so abruptly, and then it had sounded like she was snuffling and sobbing in the bathroom. I had her right where I wanted her. But God, she had been amazing! I had no idea that she would be so skilled and animalistic in her cocksucking. She sucked my cum as if she were dying for it. I never could get her own daughter to even pretend like that: the stingy bitch. And her tits. They really were gorgeous! I wanted them. I will suck and enjoy those soon enough I vowed.

Her door opened and she stepped out with wet hair, a loose top, and slacks. Her eyes purposefully avoided mine. When she got to where I was sitting, I raised my leg and propped it against the opposite wall creating a barrier. Her eyes continued to stare straight ahead.

"Aren't you even going to speak to me now?" I said. 

"We have nothing to say to one another." She said.

"Of course we d-" I began.

"Actually, you're correct. We do." She said now glaring at me. "This was wrong. How dare you do this to me. To us! To our family. You should be ashamed of yourself. This will never happen again. Do you underst-" She said.

I reached up and slapped her right tit hard. Her eyes flew open wide, mouth formed an "o" and her hand flew to her wounded tit.

"Shut up and listen you bitch." I said as I pulled down my leg, scooted up my chair and trapped her between my legs and the wall behind her. Locking eyes with her, I reach out pushed her hand away and grabbed both titties fully and pushed up holding them aloft. They were spectacular, full, soft, and warm. I squeezed them hard and hissed through my teeth, "You don't understand. I've had it with you and that bitch of a daughter of yours ordering me around. From now on, these are mine! Your mouth is mine. You are mine." She stood there absolutely flabbergasted while trying to push my hands away. Her face broke into a look of confusion, fear and shock.

"But...but...no, stop this..." She said.

"There are no buts" I said. "I'm in charge now, and I will have my way. Be ready for me." I said. I squeezed her tits hard punctuating each sentence. "I'll come to your house when I want my cock sucked, or you'll come over here. We're not going to argue about it. I'm just going to tell you what to do and you will do it. Period. I just videoed our last little session as well. You will do as I say, or life as you know it is over. Got it?" I said.

"This is wrong, Greg." Her lower lip trembled. "But fine, okay. I will do as you say." She said. 

"Good. See? That wasn't so hard." I said with a sunny smile and backed up to allow her to pass. She lowered her eyes and walked slowly to the door.

I couldn't believe it. I would finally have what I wanted and have it on a regular basis. 

Her

My insides were shaking with desire. I couldn't believe it. I would finally have what I wanted and have it on a regular basis. It had been so long since I had had a real man. Bill's small dick did little for me when he even chose to do anything with me. I sat in my car dreaming of Greg's huge naked cock and hanging balls. Could I one day get him to use that wonderful cock to pleasure my desires? I wanted him. I needed him. I would have him.



Who's in Charge Here?



I'm having a hard time seeing into my crystal ball today. It seems to be all fogged up for some reason and I can barely see myself. No, wait, it's clearing up now. No wonder I couldn't see, there is someone in the shower. It's you and your hair is full of suds and your body is slick.

Hmmmm I love slick. On the other side of the shower curtain I'm getting undressed, planning to surprise you and join you under the warm water.

I poke my head around the curtain and see your back as you let the water rinse the suds out of your hair. My but you look great from the back. Your butt is tight, and the muscles in your back are well developed. I quietly sneak into the shower, and wrap my arms around your waist and ask if you need any help with that of soap. I press my self against you and take the bar of soap from your hand, then I begin to rub the soap on your tummy in slow little circles until there a plenty of suds. I tell you that I'm going to continue to work my way down and make sure every single inch of you is nice and clean. You laugh and tell to hurry because water will start to turn cold. It's my turn to laugh now, and I tell you this is the kind of thing I never do quickly.

You are already hard so I sub the soap back and forth on you until you are slippery with the soap. As I rubbing is the soap your hips move a bit. This will never do. I ask you if like the feel of my hands stroking you. You nod your head and, I tell you that's good and I continue to stroke your hardness. I ask you are you sure you like my stoking and you laugh and tell me yes. The answer excites and I come up with a brilliant plan that is going to put me in total control of you and our sexual pleasure. Still stroking you I tell you that if you move I will stop pleasuring you.

You agree to my little game, The thought of being in control makes me hot, and I can feel the wetness between my legs. I get the feeling that you think this is going to be easy, but I know better. 

My thumb circles the head of your hardness and I drop the bar of soap because I don't really need it. My free hand finds your nipple and as I roll it between my fingers, it turns into a hard little pebble. The stroking of your hardness begins again and you thrust yourself into my hand. I remove both of hands from your body and tell you I have to stop now because you moved. If you want me continue will have to ask me and say please. Oh, I want you to call me Mistress, too. You look over your shoulder and ask me if I would please continue and you call me Mistress.

I think I like that name.

I reach around and wrap my fingers around you again, and this time my other hand is below your hardness, holding two gems carefully in my palm. My warm fingers gently move around the two of them, while I continue to stroke your rod. When I speed up my stroking your muscles tense, but you are careful not to move. Standing on my toes, the tip of my tongue touches the side of your neck, just below your ear, and makes small circles there. Your head moves back to give my tongue better access to that sensitive area. Again, I step away from you telling you that you moved again and that I think we will just stop the game and get dressed. 

As I pull the shower curtain aside you turn off the shower and follow me, grabbing the only towel available. You quickly dry yourself and begin to wipe the droplets of water from my skin. When you finish your task, you kneel in front of me. You place your hands on butt cheeks and press me to your face. Then your tongue parts the hair to my wet treasure and seeks the little button that hides there. When you find it you flick it and then suck it, which causes a burning heat deep inside me, and my juices to flow freely. You remove one hand from my rear and as you suck my clit, you bury two fingers deep inside me and begin to move then in and out. Between the licking and the thrusting of your fingers the heat builds until I'm ready to cum. My head is thrown back and wanting more from you, I thrust myself forward.

Suddenly you stand up and turn to walk away. I reach out and take your hand. As you turn to look at me you smile, and tell me I look a little flushed and ask if I'm ok. I just stare at you and you tell me that you thought we are still playing the game. Since I moved, the game is over. Of course if I were to ask you nicely you would continue the game. Still feeling the heat and wetness cause by you I ask you to continue. You look at me a moment and tell me maybe it would be better if I begged. 

That makes me angry but it also makes me hotter. Maybe I want you to be in control. So I get on my knees and wrap my arms around your legs, my head pressing against you and beg you to please, please finish loving me. Smiling, you pull me to my feet and tell me that you would be happy to oblige, and scooping me up in your arms you carry me to your bedroom and place me on your bed. Kneeling on the bed you remind me that your are in charge and I must do exactly as you tell me. I'm throbbing and wet now and I promise to do whatever you ask. You smile and tell me to spread my legs and bend my knees. Then you tell me that you want me to play with my button while you watch. I'm so hot by this this point that don't really care who is touching me and I begin to finger myself. It doesn't take long for me to cum, and as I do I hear myself moaning and feel myself thrusting into my own hand. My release is exquisite and when I look back at your face your tongue slides slowly across your lips. You tell me to do it again and as I play with my button, two of your fingers enter my wetness and thrust very gently, while your other hand is stroking yourself. The feeling of my fingers pleasuring myself and your fingers inside me cause me to cum again, even more intensely than the last and this time I scream.

When I look at you again ,you are crawling on top of me and telling me what a good girl I am, and that you have a reward for me. I want the reward right now and I lift to meet you as you enter me deeply. It feels so good that I cum again and you whisper that I cum so easily it makes you feel hot. I thrust my hips against you, not even hearing what you said, just wanting to cum again. You begin to thrust, burying yourself inside me, and I rise up to meet you. My muscles tighten around you and the feeling has you thrusting in earnest, harder and faster. I cum with a scream and you are right there with me, shuddering and emptying your liquid heat deep inside me.

You collapse on top of me. We are both glistening with sweat and trying catch our breath. When our breathing quiets you roll off of me and lie staring at the ceiling. Suddenly I hear you chuckle and ask you what is so funny. You tell me we both need another anther shower, and I share in your laughter.



Who's in Charge? Pt. 02



In the morning things were a little hazy. Janet couldn't remember everything in complete detail, she knew something had happened between her and Simon. She was laid on the bed in her room still fully dressed. 

She remembered they'd had sex downstairs on the sofa and the missing buttons on her blouse and soreness from her tender pussy confirmed it. She was ashamed of herself for letting it happen, he was her daughter's husband. As much as she wanted to try and forget it, she couldn't deny that she had enjoyed it. So much so that a part of her wanted to do it again. It had been so long since she had felt a man inside her and none of her previous husbands had ever made her like that. He had taken her with such intensity, it sent a shiver through her remembering it. She lay there, trying to picture it all in detail in her mind, but only bits and pieces came back to her. One thing did stick in her mind, how hard he had thrust himself inside her and that he was in charge.

As she lay there with her eyes closed thinking about the previous night, she heard her daughter in the next room. She froze, opened her eyes and listened. Was Simon telling her what happened? That intense shame returned. Again she heard her daughter, but she wasn't speaking, she was moaning. He was having sex with her daughter after he had ravaged her the night before. 

"Is he putting her in her place too?" She wondered, though she doubted it. 

She had never really respected him before, yes he was good to her daughter. But there was just something that had irritated her about their relationship, but today she was starting to see him in a new light. Her hand moved down her body and found her already moist pussy. Thinking about the previous night had aroused her and now she was listening to him in action again. She timed her hand movements to her daughters moans, fantasizing over the previous night. She stopped suddenly in horror as a flood of guilt overwhelmed her. She felt her wet vagina, she couldn't believe she was behaving like this. What was happening to her. She lay there, lost in thought listening as her son had sex with her daughter. 

Simon had woken horny as usual. Unlike Janet he could remember clearly what had happened and had enjoyed fucking Janet hard. Laying there next to his wife, Janet's daughter, just made him even more aroused. His cock was so hard it was actually starting to hurt. Bev was laying on her side, asleep, facing away from him. He edged closer to her, forcing his penis between her closed legs until he felt her warm entrance. He slowly moved his hips back and forth, sliding the tip of his hard cock between her lips. He pulled back, then pushed a little more of his swollen head inside her. Gradually inserting more and more of himself into her. Her body's natural reaction to his tender invasion was to lubricate his entry with her juices. When half of his cock was inside of her, she moaned and pushed back on him, sliding the rest of his hard shaft inside her. He slowly made love to her from behind, not rough like he had been with Janet. He kissed her neck gently as he entered her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her closer to him. She locked her fingers between his as she matched his movements, pushing back onto him over and over until she came.

"Fuck!" She groaned.

Simon immediately stopped. 

"What's wrong?" He asked concerned. 

"My head baby. Its killing me and you making me cum like that didn't help." She said clutching her temples. 

"I'm sorry baby, can i make it up to you tonight once this hangover is gone?" She asked reaching for his hand and squeezing it. "Please?"

He really didn't want to, but knew her well enough to know that she wouldn't stop him half way through without a good reason. He kissed her neck. 

"Ok but you're gonna make it up to me later." he said pulling out of her and spanking her arse lightly. 

"What time is it?" She asked turning around to face him.

He looked at the clock. "6:42 am" he said and then rolled onto his back.

"I suppose I should get ready for work, and I need coffee." She said as she slid out of the bed, grabbed her dressing gown and headed to the bathroom.

As Simon lay there listening to Bev run the shower he heard movement in Janet's room. Remembering last night he found himself getting a little concerned. Did she recall last night? If so, how would she feel about it now she was sober? 

"You'll find out soon enough!" He said to himself, not willing to start worrying over it. 

Simon had loved Bev ever since he'd first laid eyes on her and he had never cheated on her before last night. Yes the thought had briefly crossed his mind. Not because he wasn't happy, far from it, but because he needed more sex then he was getting. Before Bev's mother had moved in 13 months ago he had the option of at least watching a porno and getting a little relief. However since he had agreed to letting Janet stay, her presence had put a stop to that. So he was feeling more and more sexually frustrated as the months passed. He enjoyed sex with Beverly, but there were things he craved to do to her that he knew she wouldn't allow. So he held back, leaving him feeling a unsatisfied. Simon lay there staring at the ceiling, still as horny as he was when he first woke.

When Janet heard Bev and Simon talking she knew they were done. She heard someone go into the bathroom and decided to get up herself. She was a little nervous over how things would be after last night, for all she knew he had told Beverly what had happened, though a part of her seriously doubted it. She thought she should tell Beverly herself, but thought better of it. 

Janet took off her torn blouse and threw it in the bin. She couldn't help but smile when she looked at it crumpled in the bin, she had never had a man do that to her before. She removed her underwear, lifted her dressing gown off the back of the bedroom door and put it on before leaving her room. 

As Janet walked past her daughter's bedroom she couldn't help but look inside. She saw Simon laying in bed half covered up staring at the ceiling, she stopped for a second. He was hard, she could see his erect cock poking up through the sheets. She quickly averted her gaze and carried on walking. She smiled to herself, he really was insatiable she thought and felt her pussy get moist. As she walked down the stairs she heard the bathroom door open. 

Janet walked into the front room to check if there was any evidence of last nights antics. The room had been tidied, though she did find a button that Simon had missed. She put it in her pocket and went into the kitchen to put the kettle on.

She was sat at the table in her own world when Bev walked in. 

"Morning Mum." Bev said, making Janet jump.

"Sorry mum, I didn't mean to scare you." Bev apologized

"Morning Beverly, its ok, i was just thinking." She said getting up and pouring Bev a cup of coffee. Janet was nervous and couldn't make eye contact. 

"You OK mum?" Bev asked as she stirred two sugars into her coffee.

Yes, I'm fine. I think I'm still half asleep. You?"

"Yeah I'm fine. Well, besides a hangover from hell. What time did we get in last night?"

"Honestly I'm not to sure, it was pretty late." Janet said still looking at her coffee.

"Ok. I can't even remember getting to bed last night." She said sipping her coffee.

"Simon carried you up, which was sweet really. I think he was worried you would fall down the stairs or something."

"Aw. That's why I love him." Bev said smiling. "I know you don't like him mum, but give him a chance. He is a good man."

Janet recalled Simon saying something similar last night, but still couldn't piece it all together. Bev took her silence as stubbornness, she knew her mum had never liked him, despite Simon trying with her. 

"Seriously mum, you're staying in his home now." Bev said. Janet could hear the warning in her daughter's statement. 

"After how he was last night Beverly i can honestly say I'm seeing him in a different light. I can see why you love him, and its obvious he loves you just as much." Janet said truthfully.

Bev got up and hugged her mum. "I'm so glad to hear you say that mum." 

"Hear what?" Simon chimed in as he walked into the kitchen. Though he had already overheard the conversation.

"Oh, nothing, me and mum were just having a girly chat." Bev said returning to her seat.

"What time you starting today babes? You're not even dressed." Bev said looking at her husband in just his dressing gown.

"Think I'm going to have the day off, maybe go down to the gym and burn off some energy. Its not as if i do it all the time and the garage will manage without me for a day." He said getting a glass and then some juice out the fridge.

"OK, well try not to over do it." Bev said looking at him and winking.

He smiled at her knowingly and sat down to pour his drink.

"So how did you sleep last night Janet." He asked looking at her.

She looked at him. "Better then i have in years, thank you." She smiled tentatively at him.

He grinned back. "That's good." He said before taking another sip of his orange juice.

"How's your head beautiful?" He said looking at his wife who was staring at her mother in surprise.

"Still hurting, hopefully it will be gone soon. Anyway i should get moving before I'm late." She got up and kissed Simon on the cheek. "Save some energy for me later baby" she whispered in his ear.

He smiled, "Don't worry." He replied. 

She walked over to her mum. "I'm not." She said smiling back at him.

She kissed her mum's cheek. "What was that for?" Her mum asked.

"For trying." She said with a smile and left for work.

Simon and Janet sat in silence for a moment.

She kept looking at him, wondering if they were going to talk about what happened. 

"So what do you remember about last night?" he asked suddenly.

She was already looking at him. "Bits and pieces. I remember us on the sofa." She said confirming what he suspected.

"That's good." He said looking at her. "Do you remember the rules?"

She hesitated for a second at the bluntness of the question. "That you're in charge." She said submissively."

He smiled at her. 

"And to remember my place." She added. Now it was her turn to smile. She felt that guilt creep in as she looked at him. She wanted him. She shouldn't be doing this, but she couldn't stop.

"And where's that?" He asked as he leaned back in his chair. She could see his eyes looking at her chest. 

"Depends on the position you decide." she said, spreading her legs and brazenly putting her hand between them. She was wet.

She could see the look in his eyes and it was arousing her even more. He wanted her and her body was screaming for him. 

Simon was getting aroused looking at her, he could see what she was doing and even though he felt guilt over what had transpired last night, he couldn't help thinking about taking her right there on the table. "Janet I love Bev, I do. I had never cheated on her before last night. It shouldn't of happened and in truth I could of been a lot rougher with you." Janet's hand was still between her legs, she had been subconsciously rubbing her clit and moaned at the thought of what he had just said. 

"And what could you of done?" She asked in a low husky voice. She tugged the belt to her dressing gown, allowing it to open, revealing her breasts and erect nipples. All thoughts of Bev evaporated from her mind as they were replaced with erotic images of him dominating her. She knew she shouldn't be thinking this way, but she couldn't help it.

"Degrade you... spank you... fuck you up your arse... piss on you." He said almost growling it, pausing a second before saying each one and watching her reaction.

He watched her visibly shiver as she moved her hand faster, as they both imagined him doing those things to her. He was hard and couldn't take it any more. He got up and walked over to her. 

"Get up." He ordered. 

She opened her eyes and looked up at him, she could see the lust in his eyes. As soon as she got up he bent her over the corner of the table. He pulled her dressing gown tie out and bound her hands behind her back tightly. Then removing his own dressing gown tie, he told her to open her mouth. When she did as instructed, he gagged her with it and tied it behind her head. 

His cock slipped into her easily she was so wet. He buried himself all the way into her, making her moan. The corner of the table was pressing against her clit, rubbing it as he pushed into her and it didn't take her long to cum. 

His aggression seemed to return, he wasn't angry with her, but his primal instincts took over. This wasn't love making, it was animal lust and desire. He continued to pump into her, sliding his cock between her legs as he held the fabric binding her wrists. Her spanked her with his free hand as he ploughed his hard cock inside her as deep as it would go. He spanked her again with the palm of his hand, hard. It stung and she cried out into her gag. He spanked her arse over and over, until he turned her buttocks a deep red. She stood there, bent over the kitchen table, tied up whilst he fucked her viscously. She couldn't stop him even if she wanted to, all she could do was stand there and take his throbbing dick inside her. He was showing her who was in charge, just as he had the night before and she was letting him. Enjoying every second of it, every inch of his erect cock as he slid it in and out of her. She came again, even harder. Her knees were going weak and she felt like she was going to collapse. He grabbed the back of her neck firmly, pressing her against the table and holding her in place. She felt like a rag doll, unable to do anything accept allow him to do whatever he wished to do to her. 

He removed his hard shaft from her pussy. She could feel how wet she had made his cock as he pushed it between her bum cheeks. She was still very aroused when the head of his lubricated cock entered her tight arse. Janet gasped in shock. Forcing it into her backside, he held her there against the table and began to use his mothers tight bottom. He fucked her slowly, pushing in a little bit, pulling out, then pushing in a bit more until she was bent over with his hard pulsing cock buried up her arse. Once he was fully inserted into her rear end he waited, allowing her to adjust to his intrusion as he mentally took a picture of the scene before him. 

Janet had never had a man's penis up her bottom before, she had never been sure she would like it. It hurt, having him penetrate her like this, but she couldn't stop him. She stood there, bent over the kitchen table, her wrists tied up and gagged. His complete and utter domination of her was arousing, feeling so helpless and even though it hurt, she wanted to cum while he used her like this. Surrendering a part of herself that she had never given to any man before. Giving him the one thing she had left that was for him and him alone.

He fucked her slowly at first, sliding the full length of his cock out and then burying it back in. His speed increased slowly, as he began to ram himself up her backside harder and harder, until he was fucking her stretched little arsehole like he had her pussy. She had no choice but to stand there as he sodomized her. The corner of the kitchen table still between her legs, rubbing her clit as he violated her arse. A mixture of pleasure and pain coursing through her, she had never experienced anything quite like what she was feeling at that moment. She felt so helpless, yet so aroused she could feel the wetness on her thighs. He was hurting her and pleasuring her at the same time. 

Simon was lost in the intenseness of it, using his mother-law's virgin bottom as hard and deep as he could. The woman who had spent years putting him down, had willingly bent over in front of him and allowed him to fuck her. He pressed down on the back of her neck as he felt all the years of built up aggression towards this woman. Ramming his cock so violently between her parted cheeks she would grunt, which just aroused him even more. He was getting off on making her take his swollen cock where it shouldn't go. He couldn't treat Bev like this, though a part of him craved it. Wanted to put his wife in the same position and abuse her body like this, but his love for her made him hesitate. But now he could give in to the darker side of his nature and use her mother instead, treat her how he had wanted to treat Bev at times. The realization of his new situation, and the thoughts of all the things he could do to Janet pushed him over the edge. He came with a grunt, spraying her bowels with his cum. 

Janet lay on the table, her arse aching from abuse, waiting for him to untie her. He stood there, looking at her, admiring the sight of her bent over the table, tied up, with his cock still between her cheeks. He spanked each of her already red cheeks twice more, making her cry out before he finally removed her bonds and gag. As she stood there bent over the table, feeling him pull his wet flaccid cock out of her sore arse. Once she was free of her bonds she turned to face him. 

"Get on your knees." He said. 

She looked at him, reluctant to do what she knew he wanted. He was treating her like some cheap whore and she didn't want to degrade herself like that.

"You wanted this, remember. I told you exactly how things would go. Now get on your knees." He said looking at her angrily. 

She dropped to her knees. He was right, she had wanted to be treated this way and now he had started, he wasn't going to stop until he was satisfied.

She took his cock in her mouth, rubbing it with her hands and sucking it. Cleaning it with her mouth like the dirty whore he wanted her to be. Her mind was blank, she wasn't thinking, just accepting her place. 

This was what she was, this was how he expected her to behave. She had no say, she could only obey and by surrendering to that knowledge, brought her a sort of peace she couldn't explain. In that moment, the only reason she was on the planet, her only goal in life, was to please him and do as he commanded. 

She obediently did as he wanted, sucking, licking and stroking his penis until he was hard again. Janet was more aroused then she had ever been in her life. She knew it was wrong, but that seemed to turn her on even more. The naughtiness of feeling her fingers caress her clit as she committed this filthy act intensified her desire for him. 

He pulled her up by her hair and laid her on her back on the table. Spreading her legs and raising them up on his shoulders, he slid his cock into her pussy. She heard the squelch as he entered her wetness. His degrading and controlling treatment of her had aroused her so much her body felt on fire. He fucked her pussy again, reaching down to squeeze her breasts and nipples as he pounded into her. Driving his cock into her so hard the table was shaking. 

"Who's in charge?" He asked.

"YOU!" She cried as he asserted his dominance over her body. 

"You master!" She said as he rammed into her. 

He reached between her legs and touched her clit which sent her flying over the edge.

Moaning out her pleasure as wave after wave shot through her body like electrical charges. Her orgasm ripped through her so violently that everything went black for a moment. She came round to him fucking her with everything he had until he ejaculated inside her. 

When he finally pulled out of her, he stood there looking down at her on the table. She looked up at him, she was sweating, so was he. 

"Follow me." He said.

She groggily got up off the table and followed him upstairs to the bathroom on shaky legs. 

"In the shower and get on you knees." He commanded.

She was confused and physically drained, but did as she was told. 




Who's in Charge? Pt. 02



"Open your mouth and don't move." He said as he took hold of his soft penis.

She parted her lips expecting him to make her use her mouth on him again. Instead he urinated on her. It took her by surprise but she remained where she was, closing her eyes as she allowed him to piss all over her face and body. Covering her with his golden spray, degrading her for a final time. Once he was done he smiled at her. 

"Good girl. Now shower and clean up." He said before leaving the bathroom. 

The water of the shower was a nice relief for her aching body. He had used her for most of the morning, but she was pleasantly content. Exhausted, but fulfilled and at peace with herself. She would usually be thinking and worrying about 101 different things, but she wasn't any more. She had let everything go and the calmness of it completely engulfed her. 

She got dressed and went downstairs to find him sitting on the sofa still in his dressing gown.

He looked at her and smiled. "So?"

"So what?" She said confused.

"Want to put an end to this?" He said looking back at the TV screen.

"No master." She replied.

He looked at her and smiled again.

"Right, I'm going to take a shower." He said standing up.

"Are you still going to the gym?" She asked.

"No need, I can just use you instead." He answered as he walked to the door.



Who's in Charge? Pt. 03



For the rest of the day Simon repeatedly used Janet again and again. Fucking her all over the house and in every orifice. He abused her body, spanked her and pulled her hair in such a way that even though it hurt at times, she couldn't get enough of what he was doing to her. By 4 pm she was so physically and mentally exhausted that she just lay there while he had his way with her. Even though she was so tired she could hardly move, she would still orgasm which just drained her even more. By the time Beverly got home at just gone 7 pm, Janet was already in bed asleep.

"Hey baby." Beverly said as she walked into the front room.

"Hey." He responded with a smile. "How was your day?" He asked. 

"Long. Yours?" She asked as she dropped onto the sofa next to him.

"OK." He said taking a sip of his beer.

"Did you have a work out?" She asked.

"Yup. Definitely feel a bit better now." She smiled. "That's good, I hope you left some energy for me?"

He smiled at her. "I've always got energy for you baby." He said before kissing her cheek.

"Where's mum?" She asked him.

"In her room, i think she was tired."

"You two haven't fallen out or anything have you?" she asked looking at him.

"No! Actually its been quite nice, she hasn't been a bitch all day."

Bev smiled at him. "That's good. Your two of the most important people in the world to me and i really want you to be able to get on." She said, hugging up to him.

"Well if today is anything to go by, you may very well get your wish." He said squeezing her closer to him.

"What ever happened last night changed her mind about you, she said as much this morning. Though I can't remember it, she said you carried me to bed because you were worried I may fall down the stairs or something." Bev said enjoying the warmth of her husbands loving embrace.

"I love you Bev. I always have and always will. Of course I'll worry about you and look out for you, its all part of loving you." He said looking at her.

"I love you too Simon." She said kissing him on the lips. His mouth opened as his tongue greeted hers. Holding each other close as they kissed. 

When they finally broke away, Bev asked. "Fancy going upstairs to bed?"

He smiled at her and stood up. He switched off the tv and picked her up, then carried her to their bedroom. He laid her down gently on the bed, removing her clothes with tender kisses as her bare skin was revealed. Being as tender and loving with her as she had ever experienced from him. Once she was undressed he removed his own clothing. He lay with his face between her legs, licking her inner thighs slowly. Teasing her as his tongue gradually snaked it's way up. He parted her lips with the tip of his wet tongue, licking up to her clit. He circled it slowly before taking it in his mouth gently and sucking it. Bev closed her eyes as she felt his touch. His tongue caressing her, his strong hands squeezing her things slightly as he spread her legs more. His warm breath on her wet sensitive clit. She could feel his love for her, the way he touched her, felt her. There was no urgency, his movements were slow. From the way he ran his finger tips over her body to the way his tongue glided over her skin. Like time had no meaning. When she climaxed her clitoris was in his mouth, his two wet fingers sliding in and out of her slowly as she held his head. She felt the flood of emotion course through her as she fell into an abyss of sexual pleasure filled with love and tenderness. He climbed between her legs, entering her slowly. Taking her hands in his own, he slowly made love to her. Each movement was slow and sensual, each kiss, each caress, deliberately slow. Sliding his manhood into her in long loving strokes, savouring the feeling as inch after inch slid in and out of his lovely wife. She held his hands and looked up at him, looking down at her as they joined in the most loving way possible. It wasn't rushed, it was patiently tender. When she came, he nibbled her ear as he continued to glide in and out of her contracting pussy. 

"I love you" He whispered to her.

"I love you too Simon." She said.

Once her orgasm subsided she turned over onto her side and pushed back towards him, he slid himself inside her gently. Slowly sliding in and out of her, his hand between her legs playing with her clit as he lovingly penetrated her. She could feel so much love emanating from him that it didn't take her long before she came again. Her vagina contracted as he touched her overly sensitively clit, forcing her to squeeze her legs shut as his touch sent shivers through her. The feel of her tight pussy as she came and her squeezing his hard cock between her thighs as she orgasmed triggered his own. He pulled her close as shot his warm sperm inside her.

"I love you so much Simon."

"I love you too beautiful." He mumbled back to her. 

A minute later he fell asleep. He was hugging her tightly with his cock still inside her. She left his dick where it was and happily fell asleep in his arms.

The next morning when she woke, she was still in his arms, they hadn't moved. She gently clamped her pussy around his penis to feel it still within her. She smiled and tried to push herself closer to him. She lay there, not wanting to move, though she knew she must. She didn't want to wake him, didn't want this moment to end. Finally she pulled away from him, felt his penis exit her and could feel the cum he had deposited in her. She turned round to face him and saw him looking at her.

"Morning beautiful."

Morning Gorgeous." She said with a smile.

"How did you sleep" he asked.

Still smiling at him she said. "Like i was on cloud 9." She said before kissing him. "I love you Simon and you remind me why everyday."

He smiled at her. "I must be doing something right then." He said

"Yes you are. So keep doing it!" She said. 

She kissed his forehead and got up. "You were so loving last night." She said, "I even fell asleep with your cock inside me." She said grinning and putting her dressing gown on.

He smiled at her.

"I don't want to go." she said looking at him, "I just want to stay in bed with you all day!"

He laughed. "Well I need to get to work, i had yesterday off!" He said sitting up.

"We should get you a gym." She said.

"Um, what's brought that on?" He said puzzled.

"Because the way you were last night. Obviously you've got way to much pent up energy and frustration. You even seemed happier yesterday." She said.

"I hadn't noticed." He said honestly

"I'll ask mum what she thinks." She said. "I just want you to stay this way, or at least be this way more often." She said beaming at him.

"Fancy joining me in the shower?" She asked.

"You go ahead. I need to wake up a bit first and shake the cobwebs out." He replied.

"Spoil sport." she said, pushing out her bottom lip out mimicking a sulk. 

"I love you." she said.

He smiled at her. "I love you too. Always."

She smiled at him before leaving the room.

Simon lay there thinking. Had he been happier recently? Bev thought so. Obviously it wasn't the gym that was doing it, he hadn't been for a of couple weeks. Even when he had gone she had never said that to him. So whatever this was with Janet, was helping him relieve the built up stress and frustration he couldn't relieve any other way. In doing so, making him happier. By treating and fucking Janet the way he craved, meant he wasn't doing it to Bev. Which made sense in a weird way. As he sat there he heard Janet's door open. 

As Janet walked past she looked in to see him looking at her. She smiled at him to see him smile back. 

"Fancy a cuppa?" She asked playing with her dressing gown tie.

"I've got to get ready for work, but I'll be down in a bit." He stood up, naked as the day he was born and walked to the door. Janet could hear Beverly in the shower, so knew they had a little time. 

Ricky lifted his dressing gown off the door as Janet watched as his penis slowly got erect. Janet quickly took his cock in her right hand and gave it a stroke, feeling it grow in her hand as she massaged it.

"I'll miss you today." She said in a hushed tone while looking at his growing penis and then into his eyes.

He smiled at her and was about to speak when they heard the shower get switched off. Janet reluctantly let go of his penis, smiled and headed downstairs. 

Ricky put his dressing gown on thoughtfully. For things to continue, he would have to find a way of being able to spend time with Janet alone. Without making excuses to take time off work. He loved Bev and as messed up as the situation was, it was working for them. Him and Janet were getting on better then they ever had. He was relieving his excess sexual frustration as Janet was more then willing to take the extra load. Leaving him happier, which in turn made Bev happier. Bev could just never find out. He knew it would devastate her and that was the last thing he wanted. 

Bev came into the room to find him standing there lost in thought. 

"You OK baby?" She asked looking at him as she dried herself.

"Yeah I'm fine, just thinking." He answered.

"What you thinking about?" She asked.

"The future." He said truthfully. 

"OK?" She said questioningly. "What about it?"

"I think I'm gonna start my own garage." He said.

"What's brought that on?" She asked surprised.

"You being happy" he said. "I can't take that many days off where i am, but if I own my own garage, then its my prerogative. I just need some trustworthy workers. Means I can burn off energy whenever I feel the need, which makes me a happier person according to you, which makes you happier. Just makes sense. Plus, it could mean more money coming in too."

Bev smiled at him. "That's a great idea!"



Who's in Charge? Pt. 04



Simon was very thoughtful when he jumped in the shower. By the time he got downstairs he was formulating a course of action to get his business up and running. He heard Janet and Bev talking and hung back to listen for a moment.

"I think it was just the last few days catching up on me. I haven't even needed my sleeping pills." He heard Janet Say.

"Thats good. Mum, does Simon seem happier to you or is it just me?" Bev asked.

Janet looked at her. "I haven't noticed. Why, do you think he is?" Janet asked, suddenly feeling uneasy and wondering where this conversation was going.

"Its just that he's been more loving, in the bedroom I mean." She said, hesitating as she considered whether to continue to discuss this with her mother. Bev knew her mother had always had negative thoughts regarding Simon.

Sensing Beverly's hesitation Janet spoke up.

"Talk to me Beverly. What's on your mind. I know me and Simon have never been on the best of terms, but I'd like to think that's changing." Janet said.

"So would I mum" Bev said smiling at her.

"So talk to me." Janet insisted.

"Well Simon has an insanely high sex drive." Bev blurted out. "So much so that it seems he is never satisfied, no matter how often we go at it. He has always been this way, though he managed it a little better before you moved in. He could watch porn whenever he liked. Where as now, obviously not so much."

Bev felt more then a little embarrassed having this conversation with her mother. But she needed to get it off her chest and her mother had been married 4 times, so knew more about men, as Bev had only ever slept with Simon.

"OK." Janet said, letting her continue.

"So he has a lot of pent up energy and frustration." 

"That's why he wanted to go to the gym yesterday?" Janet said.

"Exactly." Said Bev.

"OK. I take it that it's working?" Janet said still unsure as to where the conversation was heading.

"Yes it is. Though only recently."

"OK, so what's the problem?" Janet said thinking the worst.

"I'm just concerned I guess." Bev said.

"You think he's cheating on you?" Janet asked, suddenly feeling extremely worried and guilty.

"It had crossed my mind, but I know he hasn't really got the time and doesn't go out enough to." Bev said to Janet's relief. 

"I know he loves me, he tells me often enough and shows it all the time. Especially these last few days. Maybe I'm just worried things will go back to the way they were." Bev said looking at her mother.

"Were things that bad?" Janet asked.

"No not really. Outside of the bedroom, he was everything I could of dreamed of. It's just I never felt I could satisfy him, which made me feel as though I was failing at being a wife. I even considered for a while letting him sleep with other people, but with all the sexual deceases out there it's not really safe. To be honest he would probably wear out quite a few women before he was satisfied anyway." She said, half smiling thinking about it.

"Beverly, he loves you. I really can't see him going out sleeping with every woman that would spread her legs for him, he's not that kind of man. Even I can see that. Anyway, like you said, when would he have the time? Also, if the extra workouts he's been doing are helping your relationship, why question it? Just thank the stars that the one area that has been a problem in your relationship is getting resolved." Janet said.

"I know, your right."

"I'm always right Beverly, I'm your mum!" Janet said with a smile.

"Is that all that is bothering you?" Janet asked.

"That isn't even bothering me any more." She said smiling at her mum. 

"Simon wants to start start his own garage."

"He wants to start his own garage?" Janet asked surprised.

"Yes!" Bev answered.

"What made him decide that." Janet asked.

"He said me." Bev said smiling.

"Have you been telling him he should then?" Janet asked.

"No! That's the thing, he only decided earlier after I told him he seemed happier. He thinks if he's happier, then so am I. Which I must admit, after these last few days, I have been."

"OK, so I'm still not getting how him starting his own garage is going to make you happier. Is it the extra money?" Janet inquired.

"No, not at all. I'm happy in that regards, though the extra cash would be nice. It's so he can go to the gym more without having to make up excuses to his boss." Bev explained.

"Ah!" Janet said, now realising Simon's reasoning behind it. It was so they could spend more time together, which made her smile. 

"Morning ladies" Simon said as he walked into the kitchen.

"Your right." Janet said, "He does seem happier. I'm pretty sure that's the first time he's called me a lady!" Janet said smiling at her daughter.

"Well maybe that's because this week is the first week I've known you not to be a bitch." Simon retorted, making Bev nearly choke on her coffee.

"Simon!" Bev said looking at her mother, who was looking at Simon with a smile.

"Well i am in your house" Janet said. "Your in charge and its only polite I show you respect." Janet said with a little glint in her eye.

Now it was Simon's turn to smile.

"Simon that was rude!" Bev said angrily.

"It's OK Beverly, he's right. I have been mean to him over the years. I probably had that coming" She said, finally breaking her eye contact with her son to look at her daughter. 

"Anyway, its good that we can have a joke now isn't it?" She asked her daughter.

Her daughter studied her for a second before smiling at her.

"Yes it is. I just wish you two could of got on better sooner." Bev said looking at them both.

"Well, better late then never." Simon said smiling at her.

Janet smiled too, though her thoughts were on what Bev had just said. If things had started with Simon sooner, things probably would have been a lot different. 

After breakfast and more brief chit chat, Bev left for work, leaving Janet and Simon alone. 

"So you want to start your own business?" Janet asked.

"That's the plan." Simon answered. "Why, don't you think its a good idea? He asked.

"No, i don't think that. Personally i think its a great idea."

"Why's that?" Simon asked.

"Well Beverly seems happier these last few days, because you are, and she thinks it will be good for you to keep doing what your doing. So of course it's a good idea, keeps my daughter happy." She said smiling at him.

"Would it make you happy?" He asked, studying her face.

"If she's happy, then i don't feel as guilty." Janet said, knowing she hadn't answered his question exactly how he wanted.

"Fair enough." Said Simon.

"I meant what i said earlier. I am going to miss you today." She said taking in a deep breath. "But it helps knowing that you have a plan in mind, so we can spend more time together." She said looking at him.

He got up and put his cup in the sink. He looked at his watch. He had a little time to spare. She watched as he walked over to her. He undone his fly and she took the hint, fishing out his hardening cock and wrapping her mouth around it. Janet sucked it as she slid it deep into her mouth, looking up at him as she played with his balls and pleasured him with her mouth. He made her stand up by pulling her hair, then bent her over the table. 

Lifting her dressing gown up over her arse he noticed she was naked underneath. He slid his wet lubricated cock into her hard, burying it completely into her. 

She was glad she'd decided not to put anything on under her dressing gown as he began to pound into her. She knew time was of the essence and wanted to waste as little of it as possible. She had got accustomed to how rough he would treat her and how hard he would ram himself into her. She enjoyed the forcefulness of it. Knowing she was there for his pleasure, regardless of whether she wanted it or not. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, making her body follow it as he met it with angry thrusts. She came, screaming out as she did. 

Simon kept looking at his watch. He wanted to finish as he was unsure when he would get another chance. Janet knew they were running out of time and wanted to feel his cum inside her for the rest of the day. So she took the initiative.

"Shove it up my arse. Use it. I know you want to make me take it hard and deep. Ram it in me. Show me who's in charge!" 

She could feel his cock getting harder and could feel its heat inside her. She knew what she was saying was working as he was fucking her a lot harder, ramming himself into her as he yanked on her hair. 

"Fuck my arse how you've always wanted to fuck Bev's!" She said as her body responded to the hard, fast thrusts of his throbbing cock. Covering his hard shaft in her juices as her pussy contracted triggering his own orgasm. He rammed it in as deep as he could one final time as he exploded inside her. He released her hair, standing there as her pussy squeezed every drop of sperm out of his deflating cock. She turned around and looked at him with a exhausted satisfied smile. 

"Maybe next time." She said, enjoying the feel of his twitching cock.

"Definitely next time." He said a little out of breath.

He looked at his watch. "I've got to go." He said, reluctantly pulling out of her.

"I know. I'll see you later." She said facing him.

He made himself presentable and then walked to the door. 

"I'll be back around 6." He said.

"I'll look forward to it. Master." She said with a grin.

His cock twitched. "Tease." He thought to himself as he walked out.

Janet began tidying up, his cum dripping down her legs. "Just as well I couldn't have any more children" She thought.



Who's in Charge? Pt. 05



Janet spent the day cleaning and thinking. She knew what she was doing was wrong. She was betraying her daughter every time she slept with her son, even thinking of him in that way was a betrayal. Yet she also knew that unbeknownst to Beverly it was also improving her marriage. Simon was very highly sexed, that much was obvious. Janet loved sex herself, but even she knew she couldn't keep up with him. Especially not alone. But after the last few days, it seemed she could help Beverly by letting him use and abuse her. By Janet letting him fulfil his desires and urges with her, it wasn't as difficult for Beverly to satisfy him. She knew her motives were more then just a little selfish, being able to help Beverly just helped her feel less guilty about what she was doing. Janet did love having sex with Simon, a lot. It wasn't malicious the way he treated her, well maybe at first it was. It was just the way he was in the bedroom she was noticing and that was what Janet was addicted too. 

Janet had never felt like she belonged anywhere before, not even when she was married. But the way he fucked her, she knew, she felt, that she belonged to him and he would do whatever he wanted to her. There was a trust there. She submitted to him, but she also knew he wouldn't really hurt her. It was a strange paradox. Like she was living on the edge, but knew she wouldn't fall. Because even though he was rough with her, and at times could hurt her. She knew that the pain she was feeling was as far as it would go, he wouldn't go any further. None of her ex husbands had treated her like that. They had hurt her, but not in the bedroom, hence why she was now divorced. Simon hadn't really hurt her, not like her ex's who had tried controlling her through fear. No man had ever put her in her place like he had before. Yes some had tried controlling her, usually with violence, but Simon had made her submit to him through pleasure. He had taken control of her in such a way, that by the end of it, she wanted him to control her. 

Maybe that was why she had never liked Simon. Not because she thought he was bad for Beverly, but because she was envious of her. Jealous that Beverly had found what Janet never could. But now that she could share him, she felt more connected with her daughter for some reason. No it wasn't really the motherly thing to do, but it was helping her. She now felt like they were in it together, instead of just waiting and hoping for them to end. She now felt that if things failed for Beverly and Simon, that she herself had failed again. 

She pondered these things as she potted around the house, constantly checking the time for when Simon would be home. They would have an hour at most, which certainly wasn't enough time. Not to sate him enough as she had yesterday. 

They would need a routine if this was going to work. Simon had already planned ahead for the long term, but it was the now until then that would be hard. She decided what she would wear that evening and when he finally got home at 6:04, he found her with a long black skirt on and a zip up jacket and nothing else. The jacket was unzipped, showing off her breasts and when he stepped into the living room and saw her, he immediately bent her over the sofa. When Simon spread her legs he found she was already wet and quickly rammed his cock into her, driving it into her hard. She gasped at how hard he was and the roughness of his entry.

"You've been thinking naughty thoughts." She said with a moan.

He remained silent, hammering into her mercilessly. 

She knew he'd been thinking about earlier. 

"Do it." She said.

He carried on pumping into her, pulling on her hips, pulling her onto him as he drove his swollen dick inside her. 

"Do it! " She said almost pleadingly. 

"Do it before she comes home." She said as he continued pumping into her faster and harder, lost in a trance. His animal instinct had taken over, the need to conquer and ravage driving him to ram his engorged cock into her as hard as he could. He felt free, knowing this woman bent over before him was there to do with as he pleased. Hearing her tell him to do what he most desired, to use her in anyway he please aroused him beyond measure. 

Her pussy was getting abused and it didn't take long for her body to respond and she quickly came. That was what he was waiting for, he pulled out as soon as Janet began to orgasm, spat on her puckered arsehole and pushed the head of his cock up her arse. 

"Aghh!" Janet groaned as she felt him stretching her arse.

"That's it." She said as he gradually buried his cock up her rear. 

"This is what you wanted" She said as she gripped the sofa. 

"This is what you really wanted to do." She said as he pushed the last of his cock into her. 

"Make me take it." She moaned as she felt him begin to slide out of her. 

"You know I will." She said. 

She could feel every inch of him, stretching her tight little hole every time his hard dick moved. He was fucking her slowly, though she knew it wouldn't last. He was building up to it, but they didn't have time. 

"I don't want you to fuck me how you fuck Beverly." She said, determined to make him take her how he always wanted.

"I want you to fuck ME!" She said, pushing back and sliding his cock up her own arse, moaning out as it filled her.

"I want your cum up my arse when Beverly gets home." She said pushing back again, it hurt, but she wanted to push him. 

"I want you to know you've just fucked her mothers arse like you've never fucked hers!" 

He rammed into her.

"I want you to know that you can fuck me how you like!" She said, groaning as he rammed into her again.

"This is why she's happy." He was sliding in and out of her faster now.

"Because you can do it to me. Aghh. Force it up my arse. Aghh. Instead of hers!" She said, gripping the sofa even tighter as he slowly began ramming into her as hard as he could.

"And I want you too!" She said. "Aghh! Take it. Aghh. Abuse me. Aghh. Show me who's in charge." She said. 

After that, all that came out of her mouth were grunts and moans as she clenched the sofa as tight as she could. He pounded into her arse viscously, ramming it into her. Burying himself as far up her stretched rectum as he could. It hurt, she knew it would and she took it. She wanted him to do to her what he couldn't do to Beverly. She wanted him to know, that her body, unlike his wife's, belonged to him completely. To use not just when he wanted, but how too. He grabbed her hair, yanking her head back as he ploughed her arse mercilessly. Sliding her onto his invading cock like a man possessed. He grunted and she felt the warmth of his cum in her arse. She relaxed as he let go of her hair. He looked at his watch. 

"Shit." He said. "She'll be home soon." 

He pulled out of her went upstairs and into the bathroom. She followed behind and went into her bedroom to put on her knickers. Going back downstairs she heard the shower running. As she sat down on the sofa to rest her poor abused bottom she heard a car, her daughter had returned.

Janet zipped up her jacket and covered her breasts and hiding her exposed breasts. 

"Hey mum." Bev said as she walked in. 

"Hey Beverly." She said smiling at her daughter. "How was work?"

"Long as usual." Bev replied.