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Man Of The House

By: ANNE240



I never would have thought that I would be telling a story like this. My name is Justin, and I’m 22. I still live at home with my mother and my younger sister. 

My father left when I was young, too young to remember him. My mother was pregnant with my sister at the time, and to the best of my knowledge, he doesn’t even know that she exists. 

My mother worked hard all our lives to try to make our situation as easy as possible. She kept a decent job, and spent most of her free time taking care of my sister and me. She rarely dated, at least that I know of, and except for the occasional “night out” with some of her friends from work, barely had a social life. It’s not that she didn’t have opportunities, I’m sure. She’s 43, and looks very good for a woman her age. I wish she had taken more time to enjoy herself. 

Despite all my mother’s efforts to be a good mom, my sister Jamie turned out to be a rebellious pain in the ass. She’s 19 now, but from the time she was 17, she was impossible to even talk to, much less get along with. Both my mother and I have just about given up on trying to reason with her. I don’t think I’ve spoken more than two words to her in the past year. She doesn’t spend much time at home anymore, and neither my mother nor I have any idea what she’s up to, but I’m sure it’s not good.

My mother has been taking it hard for the past year, and blames herself for the way my sister turned out. She says she’s afraid that Jamie will turn out like her, or worse. I used to try to reason with Jamie, to help mom, but it was just useless.

It was about eight O’ clock on a Friday night. I was home alone, which has become a regular occurrence over the past few months. I was in the basement working out when my mom stumbled in. It was obvious that she had been drinking, something that was also becoming a regular event. I tried not to get on her about it, but it has gotten worse over the past few months. The week before, I actually had to carry her up to her room and put her to bed. I knew why it was happening, but it didn’t make it any better. Suddenly, it was as if I was the adult, caring for two troubled teen girls.

She wasn’t as bad as she’d been in the past, but she was pretty lit up. She stumbled her way down the steps, and slipped on the last step. She landed on her ass, and acted as if she meant to sit there. She giggled hysterically as she held on to the walls on either side of her.

“Sounds like you had a few too many mom…”

She looked up at me as if she just realized I was in the room. She watched as I pushed the weight into the air and rested the bar back on the rest. and sat up to face her. She had a very strange look about her, almost as if she was checking me out. I knew she wasn’t, but it was still weird.

“I, uh…I had a few. I’m okay though.”

Her eyes seemed to stay glued to my bare chest as she spoke.

“You really should…”

“WOW!…I never noticed what good shape you got yourself into…” She slurred.

“Oh…uh, thanks. You know mom…”

“You shouldn’t walk around like that you know. There are women in the house!"

She started laughing, her head falling almost into her lap.

“Maybe you should go to bed ma.”

She looked up at me again. “Nah, I’m not tired yet, and it’s early…It’s Friday night! Live a little Justin! How come you’re not out with a nice girl? I’m sure you would have no trouble finding one!”

“Somebody’s got to be here to make sure you get home okay.”

“Hey! Who’s the parent here?” 

I just looked at her.

“You don’t have to worry about your mother young man, I’m fine!”

“Whatever you say mom.”

“I have an idea! Since it’s early, why don’t you have a drink with your mother?”

“No thanks ma, I’m okay, and I think you’ve had enough!”

She laughed again.

“Shhh…Listen to you! C’mon! Just have one drink with me…It’ll be fun!”

“Fine…One drink. Let me get a shirt…”

“Don’t bother! It’s just us! It’s not like anything I haven’t seen before; I’m your mother! Just help me up and we’ll get that drink.”

She held her hands out towards me and smiled. I pulled her to her feet, and she stumbled forward, pressing her hands against my chest and giggling again. 

“You go upstairs and sit down, I’ll pour the drinks.”

She looked at me like she was a little girl at Disney world for the first time, and stumbled up the stairs. I followed her closely up the stairs. She stopped at the top stair, bending over completely, with her ass in my face.

“These shoes are killing me.” She giggled as she undid the straps on her shoes and kicked them off.

“Much better” She purred as she got to the top of the steps and headed into the living room. I just shook my head and smiled at the way she was acting. If she were sober, she’d be mortified by her behavior. I’ve never seen my mother act like this, like a carefree teenager, completely naive to the way she was acting. It was actually somewhat amusing. 

I headed towards the kitchen, poured us each a glass of scotch, and brought them to the living room, where my mother was sitting on the couch. She looked as if she was going to pass out at any moment. Her head rested on the back of the couch, arms spread wide on either side of her, with her knees pressed tightly together and feet apart. I handed her a glass as I sat next to her. She looked at me as though she was briefly puzzled, but then reached for the glass with both hands, as if I was handing her plutonium. 

“Cheers!” She held up her glass, then promptly gulped a large amount. I took a slow sip, watching her intently. As much as I hated what my mom was doing to herself, I was rather enjoying the moment.

“Slow down mom, you gotta make that one last.”

“Mmm…Yea…sorry, I was just…that’s good. So…what’s going on with you these days?”

“Nothing much. Where’d you go tonight?”

“Noplashe…Just out with the girls.” She laughed again. “No place” She corrected herself.

She took another gulp and emptied her glass. She held it to her lips for a second, trying to get every last drop, and then slammed it on the table. She flopped back on the couch, letting her head fall on my chest. 

“You okay mom?”

“Shaa! Fine! Why?”

“You seem a little…drunk!”

“Nah! I’m okay.”

There was a long pause, and I sipped my drink again.

“I’m sorry Justin.”

“Sorry for what?”

“This…Me…Jamie…”

“Don’t be sorry for anything mom. You are a great mom and Jamie…well…”

“It’s my fault! Your sister is out doing God knows what…or who…and I’m here, like this…”

“It’s okay mom, it’s not your fault.”

She lifted her head and looked directly at me. “Damn right it’s not my fault! I didn’t make her like…I mean, look at you right? You’re…I did good right?”

“You did great mom.”

She let her head fall back on my chest. 

“You’re all sweaty.”

“I know, but you wouldn’t let me put my shirt on.” She giggled again, and lifted her head, reaching for her glass, almost falling off the couch. 

“How ‘bout another?”

“I don’t think so mom.”

“Pleeeaase…”

She curled her lip, and I laughed. “Here finish this, then it’s off to bed!”

I handed her my glass and she smiled. She gulped the last of my scotch and fell back on the couch.

“Just leave me here, I’ll be okay.”

“Don’t be silly mom. C’mon, let’s go to bed.”

I stood up and pulled her off the couch, walking her up to her bedroom. She sat on the bed while I pulled the covers down.

“C’mon, get in.”

She stood up again, and started to unbutton her dress.

“Mom, what are you doing?”

“Getting ready for bed, since my son won’t let me play anymore.” She laughed again, and let the skirt fall to the floor, pooling around her feet. She stepped out of it and tried to kick it aside, almost falling as she worked on her blouse buttons.

“Damn things!” She pulled the blouse open, causing buttons to fly all over the room. I watched my mom as she stood there in her panties and bra, and I couldn’t help but admire her body. I felt awful doing it, but I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Neither one of us spoke as I admired the sexy, black lingerie she was sporting, and how great she looked in it. I never would have guessed her to wear anything like that, but she looked great. Not like a woman in her forties with two kids. I know she worked out all the time, but I had no idea what great shape she was in.

I never noticed how truly sexy she was before either, probably because she is my mother. It was almost like slow motion as she reached back and pulled the clip from her hair, letting her long dark curls fall on her shoulders. She was completely oblivious to the fact that I was “checking her out” – Thank God. I was lost in my trance, when all of a sudden I realized that she was unhooking her bra. I snapped out of it and tried to speak, but it was too late. The bra fell to the floor, and her perfect tits bounced free right in front of me. They did not look like the tits of a 43 year-old woman. They were perfect. Probably about a d-cup, with small, but perfect dark brown nipples. I can’t believe I never noticed how big they were, and not a bit of sag whatsoever. Again, it’s probably because she is my mother.

“MOM! What are you doing?”

“Shhh…Oh please! What’s the big deal? I’m sure it’s nothing you haven’t seen before.” She laughed again.

“But you’re my mother, I shouldn’t see that!”

“Oh so it’s okay for you, but not for me?” Pointing out the fact that all I was wearing was a pair of shorts.

“Yes! I’m a guy!”

“Well…It’s my house!”

She stepped next to me and put her hand on my shoulder, leaning on me as she pulled her underwear down with the other hand.

“You’re a big boy now, it’s not a big deal. Besides, I’m your mother.”

“I know!”

She continued to wiggle herself out of her panties as I held her up, until they finally slid down and she stepped out of them, falling almost on top of me. Her one hand draped around my neck, and the other grabbed tightly around my cock through my shorts. I wasn’t totally convinced that it was an accident, and she acted as if it didn’t happen at all. She pulled herself up again, almost pulling my shorts down completely. It was at that moment that I realized I was at half-mast. She quickly let go, and didn’t say anything as she made her way back to the bed. I felt completely guilty that my mother was making my dick hard, but I couldn’t help it. 

She fell back on the bed, not bothering with the covers. She looked at me and smiled, as I watched her lying there completely naked. Her look was one I’ve never seen before, at least from her. 

“Okay, well…goodnight mom…”

“Aren’t you going to kiss your mother goodnight?”

I stood there, completely still, my heart beating in my chest. “What the hell was happening here?” I stepped forward and leaned down, kissing her on the cheek. I felt my chest brush hers, and my cock jumped. She smiled and rolled away from me, her bare ass brushing against my now fully stiff cock as she turned. 

“Goodnight Justin.”

I hurried out of her room and into mine, completely disheveled by what just happened. “Was my mom coming on to me just now?” And worse, did I want her to?

I slipped off my shorts and my cock sprang free, fully hard and leaking. It ached to be relieved. I lay down on my bed, but I was just too fucked up by what went on to do anything about it. I wouldn’t let myself do it, thinking that if I did, I would cross that line that there was no way I could come back from. I just kept telling myself that she was drunk, and it was all accidental. “She’s your mother! There is no way she wants to fuck you!” I felt I was completely ridiculous for even thinking it.

It was about an hour or so later. My cock was still throbbing, and I was still refusing to do anything about it, and still not asleep, when, out of the corner of my eye, I saw my door slowly opening. I thought at first I was imagining it, until I saw my mother’s silhouette staggering through my door. I didn’t know what to do, so I pretended to be asleep. I watched through slit eyes as she got closer to me, realizing that she was still naked, and for that matter, so was I. I was also still fully aroused. I told myself that she just couldn’t sleep, and was coming in to see if I was still awake. She got closer, and my heart was beating furiously. I didn’t know what to expect, and the anticipation was killing me. 

Finally she stopped right next to my bed, and knelt on the floor next to me.

“Justin?”

She whispered, and I didn’t answer, still pretending to be asleep. Her head moved from side to side as if she was looking at me from head to toe. I felt completely exposed, and wished that I could have at least been under the covers. She whispered again.


“Justin? Are you awake?”

Again, I didn’t answer. It seemed like forever passed as I waited for her to stand up and leave. I could hear her breathing. It seemed very laborious and unsteady. My eyes were almost completely closed now, and I could just barely make out my mother’s face. I fought the urge to open them further for fear she would know I wasn’t asleep. I could smell her perfume, mixed with the musky smell of perspiration and scotch.

I heard her take a deep breath, and then I felt it. The palm of her open hand rested gently on the underside of my throbbing cock, causing it to jump at her touch. She quickly pulled away. I almost jumped out of the bed right there, but fear of facing the situation kept me glued to where I was. My stomach jumped as I felt her warm, soft skin once again rest itself on the underside of my cock. I could feel my dick pulsing against her hand as she held it motionless. Finally, she slowly slid her open hand up and down my shaft, and back up again to the head, rubbing small circles against the smooth skin. I breathed deeply, and saw her head turn to look at my face again. When I didn’t move, she turned her attention back to my dick. 

Finally, I felt her fingers wrap softly around it and she gently guided her fist up and down my shaft. Her warm hands and loving touch felt amazing, and I had to face the inevitable: I wanted this to happen. I gently flexed my cock to subtly let her know that it was okay to continue. I felt a drop of pre-cum push it’s way out of my head. She reached out with the other hand and I felt her fingers gently spread the sticky fluid around my head, while the other continued to massage my shaft. It felt incredible, but I continued to pretend that I was asleep.

After several minutes, my entire cock was covered in my own juice, and mom, getting more confident that I was completely unaware of her presence, was now steadily moving her hand up and down my cock. She took back her other hand, and brought it briefly to her lips before I watched it disappear below the bed. I could tell as her breathing increased that she was most likely playing with herself. 

Slowly, but steadily she increased her pace on my dick, and was now tugging firmly. She was also working more intently on herself, as I could feel her weight shifting as she rotated her hips. Her breathing and mine was becoming heavier, and from time to time, a light whispering moan would escape her lips. 

I sensed that she was getting close to cumming, as was I, so I decided that it was now or never. We were both too far along to stop now, so I decided to go for broke. I breathed in deeply, and whispered.

“Oh mom…Don’t stop…”

She did exactly the opposite, stopping dead in her tracks. I opened my eyes, and we looked directly at each other. She pulled her hand away from me as if she touched a hot stove. 

“Justin…I…”

“It’s okay mom. Please, don’t stop.”

“No Justin…I…we…can’t…”

“Mom, please…”

“I’ve had too much to drink. I don’t know why…What’s wrong with me…I just…Oh God, I couldn’t help myself, it’s been so long…”

I sat up, and she moved back and stood up, stumbled, and fell forward, bracing herself on the edge of my bed. I grabbed her hand and pulled her towards me. 

“It’s okay mom, I understand. You shouldn’t feel bad. I want this too.”

“No, we can’t…I was wrong…so wrong, I’m your mother…”

“I know mom.” I grabbed her face and lifted her head so our eyes met again. “It’s okay mom, it’s just the two of us here. No one will have to know, and it doesn’t ever have to happen again if you don’t want it to, but we shouldn’t stop now. We both want this, and we shouldn’t stop ourselves. Mom, we may regret stopping what we have started.”

She looked at me with that naïve look again. “You’re just saying this because you’re excited. You’re not thinking…”

“No I’m not. I’m saying this because I want this. I want you…You are so beautiful, and I love you. I know you want this too, and for once, I can give you something that you want. Please mom…”

She smiled at me, and looked at me again from head to toe, stopping as her eyes met my throbbing cock. 

“I think you’re just trying to take advantage of me…”

“Hey, you came in here.”

She pulled her hands from mine, and sat up straight on her knees, pressing her stomach on the edge of my bed. My eyes moved to her breasts rising and falling just inches from my face as she breathed. She rubbed her hands on my body, over my arms to my neck, down to my chest and stomach. We were both silent for several minutes.

“I suppose the damage has been done.” She looked up at me. “But no one can ever know.”

“I would never say anything mom.”

“And we can’t do anything else…understood?”

I nodded.

She smiled again, moving her hand down and lightly grasping my cock. 

“Do you want mommy to take care of this for you?”

“Yes.”

“It’s so nice. So big and smooth. What do you want mommy to do?”

I grabbed her arms and pulled her towards me, moving over as she slid on top of the bed next to me. She rolled towards me, and put her hand on my chest, nudging me to lay back. She laid her head on my shoulder and let her hands continue to explore my body. Her hands gently slid across my chest and stomach, as we inched towards each other as close as we could. Her skin was warm, and felt smooth and comforting next to mine. Her breasts pressed heavily against my chest.

“So strong…”

I breathed heavily as her hand slowly made it’s way back to my cock.

“Just relax, and let mommy take care of this for you.” She giggled again as her fingers wrapped around my cock and slid up and down my shaft.

“Oh yes…Oh mom…”

“Does that feel good?”

“Yes mom…”

“Mmm…Mommy knows what you like.”

She was really getting into the mommy role as she pumped my cock. 

“I want you to cum for me Justin. Cum on mommy while she plays with your cock…”

Her dirty talk and her expert hand job was bringing me close to orgasm. I wanted it to last. Her head was still on my chest, and I could hear her whispering sighs as she encouraged me further. 

“Tell mommy how it feels…”

“Oh mom, it feels so fuckin’ good. I love you mom.”

“Are you gonna cum for mommy?”

“Yes, I’m gonna cum…”

“That’s it, cum for mommy. Cum on me baby, I want to feel it…”

I rolled towards her, getting ready to shoot my load just as she asked. She pulled her leg up, showing me her pussy, and I couldn’t resist. I reached down and pressed my fingers against her soft, wet pussy. Her body jerked towards mine.

“Oh yes, that’s it, play with mommy’s pussy baby. Mommy needs to cum too.”

I needed no further encouragement. I started to rub her stiffening clit with my thumb as I slid two fingers deep inside of her. 

“Oh baby yes! That feels so good!”

We lay close to each other, our bodies grinding, and our arms moving quickly as we brought each other off. We were both getting close. I wanted us to cum at the same time, and concentrated on getting my mother off. She must have thought the same thing.

“Oh yes baby, cum with me, cum with mommy. I’m cumming…”

I couldn’t resist as I took one of her little nipples into my mouth and rolled my tongue around it, It was harder and stiffer than any other I have known, and immediately triggered her orgasm.


Man of the House



The name is Katherine Henderson. Former CEO of Henderson Fashions, a billion-dollar corporation. It's one of the most powerful companies in the world. And I was recently nominated to run it. Then, I lost control of the company after my personal life spiraled out of control. Sometimes, I miss my old life. Running the business world could be fun. The perks of being a chief executive officer were many. I got paid three million dollars a year, which wasn't bad at all. I got to do many fun and fascinating things, like taking the corporate jet and fly around the world. Yeah, I can pretty much do whatever I want. Who gave me the job? Well, nobody, really. I went to Harvard and got an MBA. Then, I started working there. Ten years later, I run the place. Isn't life grand?

Many people think that if you're a woman who has money and power, then you become something altogether different from what you are. That's not true. I haven't changed a bit. I'm still me. I've still got the same habits. Right now, I'm on my hands and knees. A big, beautiful woman with a pretty face, large breasts, thick body and big plump ass. Gleefully ramming his twelve-inch black cock into my asshole is Devon Jones, a captain with the local state police department. He's my lover, and my master. I worship the ground he walks on. The first time I met Devon, I knew he was something special. For starters, women were always flocking to this six-foot-six, 250-pound black man with the body of a college football star and the face of a male model. He's the most perfect man I've ever met. I fell for him. I became his own personal bitch.

Devon Jones is the most virile and strong man I've ever met. Wherever he goes, he runs the show, or else. He has a bachelors degree in criminal justice from the Georgia Institute of Technology. He is the youngest man ever to become a police captain in the country's history. A talented cop who comes from a long line of policemen. He also used to play college football and passed up on the National Football League to become a policeman in his hometown. He's the self-published author of several best-selling books chronicling the adventures of a sexy macho black detective and the women who love him. He's an icon in the city and the black community. Women worship him and men admire him. He had his pick of women. White women, black women, Latin women and Middle-Eastern women. They were all eager to please this sexy chocolate stud. Instead, he picked me. And let me know on no uncertain terms that he would run the show. That's the kind of man he is.

Now, you might wonder why would a rich and powerful female executive fall under the domination of a macho man, especially in this post-feminist age? Well, I've never met a man like him before. He's so different from other men. It's almost like he's a member of another species of man. He's smarter, stronger and more ruthless than other men. He's a strong man in the riskiest and manliest of professions, police work. He's a real man in a world of wimps. I just had to have him. I went after him with everything I've got. And he made me his. Isn't that something? Devon told me that I had to be at his place, every night, ready to satisfy him like a woman should be ready to satisfy her man. Yes, I did obey!

Every night, I would cancel important business meetings to go meet Devon. The man who gave me what I didn't even know I craved. I was tired of running the world. I longed for someone strong, to take me in hand and teach me a lesson. I wanted someone to take me off my high horse. And fate sent me Devon. The strongest, smartest, most exotically ruthless and masculine man who has ever lived. The handsome man with the muscular body and the twelve-inch black cock. I would kneel before him and worship at his altar. When he wanted me to, I would crawl about naked on all fours, shaking my ass. I would roll over when he asked me. And I would bark when he ordered me to. There was absolutely nothing I wouldn't do for him.

The things we did together were many. Sometimes, my master would flog me with his long and thick leathery whip until my skin turned red. That whip of his would strike me everywhere. My face, my chest, my hips and my ass. I would scream, cry, and indeed beg him for more. He would also drip hot candle wax all over my body, and my face as well. I loved his exquisite and imaginative punishments. Other times, he would tie me up and gag me, then he would pry my plump ass cheeks wide open and shove the full length of his cock into my asshole, sans lube. That last one hurt like hell, but I learned to enjoy it. I learned to love having his twelve-inch black cock deep inside my tight asshole, probing me where the sun didn't shine. He would pump his cock mercilessly into my asshole, slamming into me like anal sex was going out of style. I squealed as he practically tore my ass apart, until he finally came, sending his hot cum up my ass like a blast out of a cannon. And then, he would stand victoriously over me and make me suck his cock, which had just been up my asshole. And I loved him for it. I worshiped him. He was my god. We had a lot of wicked fun together. Sometimes, too much fun. My work habits began to change. I was no longer prioritizing. I guess what happened to a lot of powerful men was now happening to me, the prototypical powerful American woman. Sex was causing my work habits to change, and my performance to suffer. I adapted as best I could. But to no avail. It's not that my work got harder, or that I lost my analytical abilities. Nope. It's just that I can do all the things that I used to do, but my spirit's not into them anymore. I once valued all those perks that corporate leadership brought. Not anymore. My existence seemed boring and stale, pointless. Make more money, get a new car and travel some more. All that got boring. There had to be more to life than this. Something was missing. Devon provided what was missing. And I devoted myself to him mind, body and soul.

When the board of directors summoned me, I knew the jig was up. the company stock had gone down over the last quarter. We had actually lost money. And naturally as leader, I was to blame. They decided to fire me. I didn't feel saddened, or embarrassed. I didn't cry. I didn't curse. I didn't get angry. I didn't beg and plead. I simply walked out of there with my head held high. To me, this wasn't a firing. This was a moment of liberation. I was no longer trapped by the oppressive corporate culture. In fact, I felt saddened for those men and women who worked there. Slaves to the corporate machine. They sacrificed their family lives, their friends and relations all for the almighty buck. And they never even got to enjoy it. They led empty lives. They were empty shells. Not me. I had something real in my life. A towering icon of masculine perfection and power. Devon. The man that I loved with all my heart and soul. The man that I worshiped as a god.

Now, I was free to devote myself wholeheartedly to my god. When I came to him, he was accepting. To him, I had never been the female who broke the glass ceiling. Women's magazines celebrated me as a wealthy and powerful person. A role model for future generations of women. That was a lot to live up to. It was a mantle I didn't care to carry. I didn't want to be boxed into that category. People saw me as a corporate leader who was a woman. The pinnacle of success. Right up there with senators, state representatives and other political big shots. They never saw the woman that I was inside. I was just like everyone else. I was a person with needs, desires, insecurities and fears. I needed to be loved. I felt anger. I felt joy. I felt loneliness. I felt despair. I wasn't a superhuman female hero. I wasn't an Amazon. I wasn't out to conquer man's world. I wasn't out to break barriers. I simply wanted to be me. I didn't want to run anything. I only wanted to be happy. Devon made me happy. To me I've always been his woman. Pure and simple. And now that I've lost my millions, my mansions, my private jet and my good name, I'm simply his woman. And that's enough for him. 

Which brings me back to what I was talking about. I'm the big woman who's on her hands and knees, with her lover's twelve-inch cock buried in her asshole. And I absolutely love it. Devon rams his cock into my asshole. He grabs both my hands and yanks them backwards, immobilizing me. I am now completely in his power. And I relish it. There's a certain power in it. To completely surrender to someone else. There's no greater act of love and trust than this, except maybe self-sacrifice. I trust Devon to take me wherever he wants, however he wants, and to bring me back safely. And he does. He thrust his cock into my asshole, hard and deep. Into my most forbidden depths. In places which have never seen the light of day. Then, he finally lets out his cum. It invades my ass. A piercing cry escapes my mouth. I am howling like a madwoman. Devon holds me still. Until the intense sensations rocking my body subside. 

When he releases me, I am speechless. My eyes tell him everything he needs to know. They communicate to him feelings of thanksgiving and of contentment. He's just fucked me into high heaven before bringing me back down to earth. It's a trip I never could have taken on my own. And I can't thank him enough. Devon smiles, and finally, he kisses me. I kiss him back. All I've ever had to do was let go, and now, thanks to him, I am free. Happy at last.



Man of the House



Mother called me the week before Christmas Vacation. I was just finishing up the first semester of my Senior Year of Med School and getting ready for a three week snowboarding trip in Colorado with a group of friends. She wasn't quite crying yet, but I could hear a quiver in her voice.

I had been an only child and mom and I had become extremely close after she and dad divorced. She loved to take me shopping with her and would always come out and model for me after she had tried the clothes on in the dressing room.

She was a business woman so most of the time she was trying on fitted dress suits with the short skirts and high heels. She always preferred the way she looked in black, but I was partial to the colorful ones that accented her long blonde curls and brilliant blue eyes.

We also loved to cook together and one day, she told me she had a surprise for me, and while I was putting the finishing touches on some bacon wrapped salmon Alfredo, she came downstairs in a pale pink lingerie ensemble and a pair of black stilettos.

As much time as I had spent alone with her, I had never seen her quite like this and proceeded to drop the spatula on the hard wooden floor.

"What do you think, Peyton?" She asked as she paused on the bottom step resting her hand on the spindle of the railing and cocking her hip to one side as she pushed her chest out toward me and a beaming smile lit up her face.

She looked fantastic! Her tanned skin screamed out from underneath the pink bra and panties covering her privates and even though I knew she had been spending a lot of time at the gym I was still completely taken off guard by the perfectly toned arms and legs and rippled abs.

Her breasts were a lot bigger and perkier than I had ever imagined under those frilly blouses, and as stood there staring, most likely with my mouth wide open and tongue hanging out she ran her dainty little hands up her sides and cupped them. 

My heart jumped in my chest and I felt sweat gather on my palms but the embarrassing part was the twinge I felt in my crotch as I started to swell.

Just then mother turned around and leaned forward. I watched as her leg muscles flexed, starting at her calves and tightening at her hamstrings, under the curve of her slightly plump ass.

A shiver tore through me and I bent to pick up the spatula, hoping to hide the growing bulge in my pants.

I figured that was the end of it but she turned back around and strutted towards me. Turning her head to one side as her hair floated around her. I was hypnotized by the clack of her heels against the floor, and frozen by her hands sliding up the front of my shirt just above my waist and stopping at my collar. 

She pulled me forward, planting my face in her cleavage. I gasped feeling my fully erect cock press against her inner thigh.

She pushed me back, and I expected a scolding, but instead she bent down and pressed her soft lips against mine. I melted inside. It was the most amazing sensation I had ever felt, at least until she pushed her tongue into my mouth and caressed mine.

She tasted delicious, and her skin and hair smelt even better. I was positive I was going to explode when the living room was bathed in the bright glow of headlights.

She released me and ran up the stairs in a rush, turning just long enough to holler for me to answer the door and entertain our guest while she got dressed.

His name was Bruce. He was handsome but stuffy. He hardly smiled at all during the meal even though mother flirted relentlessly.

I have to say I honestly didn't like him. Although, I'm sure some of it was jealousy from what had just happened between me and mom, and the fact that he was nothing like my dad.

When we were finished eating we sat down in the living room to talk. Mother brought out a glass of champagne for her and Bruce, and served us strawberry pie for dessert. I was thoroughly enjoying watching her eat her's, even though she was sitting ridiculously close to Bruce, but the minute she placed her hand on his thigh I decided to excuse myself and go up to my room.

I was surfing the web checking out the newest swimsuit calendar and had almost cleared my mind of Mother and Bruce when I heard them giggling and stumbling up the stairs. 

Mother's room was at the other end of the hall from mine but the walls were paper thin and I knew if things headed in the direction I was expecting them to, I was definitely in for an earful. At first I got up and was going to ride my bike to Jake's to see what he was up to, but then the thought of mother standing on the stairway in pink bra and panties shot back into my head and I decided to stay.

In the beginning all I heard was obnoxiously loud laughing and clunking as they stumbled around the room. Then I heard Bruce moan loudly and scream for mother to take him deep. I wanted to roll over and cover my head with the pillow but then I remembered how soft mother's lips and tongue had been and I unzipped my pants and slid my hand inside. 

I enjoyed pretending it was Mother's hands or even her lips as Bruce continued to moan and grunt. I felt my balls tighten and prevented myself from cumming. I definitely didn't want that feeling to be associated with the sound of Bruce's voice.

I was about to stop rubbing myself when I heard a thud accompanied by the sound of bed springs squeaking and mother's voice. "Take me like the bitch I am Bruce!"

I winced at first, but started stroking again as I heard her panting and screaming. I pretended it was my name she was screaming, as her and I finished at almost the exact same time. 

After that I saw a lot more of Bruce and a lot less of the fun times with mother. I had almost forgotten how tender her lips had felt and how beautiful her body had appeared at the bottom of the steps when they married.

I moved out as soon as I could and not long after that I started dating Gabrielle Martin. She was a cheerleader for the school across town and we talked for the first time after my record breaking performance on the basketball court, one fall evening.

She was tall, slender and fit and looked a lot like mother except for her curly hair was auburn, and she had gorgeous green eyes. I couldn't help letting my mind wander back to mother whenever we were together. 

We had quite a connection, but were headed to schools in the opposite direction so we split up after graduation.

Mom and Bruce had separated midway through my sophomore year of college. Although I had been back to visit on vacations and briefly during the summer, mom had taken heavily to drinking and had stopped going to the gym. Even though we had been shopping and cooking together a few times, things just hadn't been the same. She was drunk and down on herself all the time and although I couldn't stop thinking about that one moment at the bottom of the stairs our physical touch was limited to moments of her sobbing in my arms.

Now as she was sniffling on the phone and begging for me to come home, I could only picture myself boarding down the most amazing hills in the country. On the other hand I knew my mother needed me. 

I regretfully canceled my trip to Colorado and scheduled a flight home. For the next two weeks all I could think about was mother and how I would do whatever it took to help her put her life back together.

On the flight home all I could think about was the smell of her hair and the softness of her lips, when the plane finally landed I went to collect my bags and as I reached for my suitcase, standing right next to me was none other than Gabrielle Martin.

She gave me a huge hug and planted a kiss on my blushing cheek. We agreed that we would both be busy over the next few weeks but definitely needed to get together.

I was so excited to see mom, but when I got home she was passed out in her chair clutching an empty bottle of Brandy against her chest. Her hair was matted and she was wearing a sweatshirt, baggy jeans and tennis shoes. Her usually immaculate house was a mess, the floor didn't appear to have been vacuumed in weeks, and dishes were piled up in the sink.

I put myself to work and within just a few hours when she woke up; I had it looking almost like brand new again. After greeting her with a quick hug and kiss I sent her upstairs to take a shower. 

After, finishing up the dishes I met her at the bathroom door. Her hair was wrapped in a towel and she wore a pink fuzzy bath robe. Her skin smelt like fresh cut flowers and there was a hint of brilliance back in her eyes.

I took her by the hand and led her to her bedroom. As we stood by her bed she undid the robe and let it fall to the floor. She was wearing the same pale pink lingerie, but her skin had become pasty and had, started to lose its tone. Her breasts which I had remembered being perky, had started to sag, and her ass which had filled out her panties beautifully, now fell out of them.

She grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled me towards her, but I realized the passion was not the same. Her tongue stumbled around in my mouth and I stepped back and pushed her away from me and toward the bed.

She stumbled forward then climbed up on it on all fours looked over her shoulder at me and said. "Take me like the bitch I am, Peyton!" 

The words rattled in my ears and I cringed as I pictured Bruce standing above her. I reached for her thighs and slid her panties down over her plump cheeks. I followed the crack of her ass down to the dark hole tucked up between them, than down to the drops of moisture on her pleading slit.

For so long I had dreamed of this day and what I would do to her if I had the chance, but things had changed, and right now I could only think of doing one thing. 

I pulled my hand back and swatted her as hard as I could. She jerked forward looking back at me with awe as a red print grew on her ass. I swung again and this time she cried out and I could sense pain in her voice. She seemed almost heartbroken.

"Mother." I said with a new found confidence in my voice. "When I'm done teaching you a lesson, I'm going to go down stairs and dump out the rest of those bottles. Then you are going to call the gym and renew your membership. Before you know it things will be back to the way they were."

I swung again and this time when she screamed I only heard pleasure in her voice. Then I slipped off my belt and continued the session. Her fingers dug into the comforter and her smile grew as I turned her ass cheeks a bright red. 

When I had finished, I put my belt back on and headed downstairs to make dinner.

It wasn't long before I saw her at the bottom of the stairs dressed in a lovely pants suit and heels. My heart raced again as she strutted towards me. As she was about to take me in her arms, the doorbell rang.

I motioned for her to get the door. When she opened it, Gabrielle Martin was standing there with a great big smile on her face. Mother glanced back knowingly at me. This time the surprise was for her.



Man Of The House



 A new writer's first offering.

*****

"Mother we need to talk!" She was surprised by his firm tone, but always welcomed their conversations. For over ten year now it was just Karen, her twenty-two years old son Mike, and his nineteen-year old sister Jenny. Karen was near forty now, a homebody, and still in pleasing shape. Her tresses were raven black, only her hair-dresser knew for sure... Her ample bosom sagged alittle, forty years will do that. Her skin showed signs of age but she could still turn heads if she wanted to. 

Mike had not seen his mother in anything form-flattering since the old man was around. At home she always wore a bra under her frumpy, baggy sweats. Mostly white, or on a daring day, for her, Mike sometimes caught a glimpse of a black strap and once even, a red bra. Though he thinks that may have been his sister's on a laundry day. An occasional glimpse of cleavage showed the wear of four decades on a full figure. Her chest revealed some wrinkles and the natural effects of gravity on a well-endowed woman. 

Her legs were nicely muscled, as she had never been taught to drive, so biking and walking had served her well. And either by design or comfort, she often wore very skimpy, tight shorts in her garden or for her daily runs or rides. Karen sometimes got wolf-calls and whistles from guys and she could truly catch your eye when she leaned over the handle bars and peddled swiftly. The pumping motion often made Mike wish that her swaying breasts would one day spill over the top of her bra. 

Karen had been a middle-management secretary back in the day. Schlepping, filing and pleasing a typical ladder-climbing asshole of a boss. She worked overtime and through lunch, and ordered her own flowers for "appreciation day." 

After closing a big deal, the boss would escort her to a hotel lounge for a single appletini and offer a snide jab that her career would advance quicker if she spent more time under his desk than infront of it. The crude sexual remarks elicited only a smirk. She sometimes daydreamed that if his remarks were sincere or even clever, she would drag him into the elevator and up to one of the luxury suites on the upper floors. She once joked that they could settle a sexual harassment suit out of court. He merely smiled, drained his glass and scanned the room for younger talent.

For the past ten years, Karen had become a stay at home mom for her two children. She cooked, cleaned and cared for kids while nearly abandoning her own identity. 

Mike was a web designer and programmer. He spent countless hours online and on porn sites. He dreamed-up insanely ridiculous scenarios on his laptop, with every fantasy woman from Xena to the Flying Nun. After trolling internet spank-sites into the early morning, he would "run one off" and then hunker down for another frustrating day. 

Mike had never been a jock. Though his upscale, early life had afforded him rich-man privileges. He surfed the Pacific off the shore of their Malibu beach house. He took riding lessons as a kid and belonged to a posh racket and croquet club. This however was long ago. His wealthy father had left them with nothing but bills. Karen won custody of a beachfront home the could not afford and platinum cards that served only as anchors. 

In came the dot.com. boom and soon, Mike's dexterity with a mouse came as a saving grace. He was too lazy to start his own business and not at all capable of authority. But some other geek saw his potential and rewarded him with benefits that Mike would not have known to bargain for. 

The sleek white 'vette was his first comp. He was soon able to pay down the family debt and transfer his sister from a community college to a "big-name" Pac-10 school. His life was suddenly golden and the family adored him.

Mike wasn't classically handsome in this "Hollywood" town. But at 6'2" with dark hair and warm brown eyes he got an offer or a look, now and then. Invariably, that would lead to embarrassment and rejection due to his awkward social skills. Mor porn and new lube would bring his evening to full cycle.

He was long and lean, stringy you might say. With narrow shoulders and concave chest, he was perched on solid legs planted firmly on size thirteen feet. His wrists and forearms though, were a bit outsized from vigorous late-night exercise. And his imagination was on overdrive. 

Mike's recent raise, extra responsibilities at work and yet another lousy virtual let-down, left him in a simmering, foul, mood. And he was about to take it out on his family. 

When he sat his mother down for their "talk", he had already steeled his nerves with a little vodka and had worked his diabolical scheme online for weeks. In his mind, all his money went into this home and to a sister and mother he was losing interest in. He believed he could easily be on his own, living the high-life. Instead, everyday was a round-up of shopping-lists, utility bills, school work and more. The beach-bunnies and bachelor-pad were nowhere to be found and it was time someone paid. 

"Mom," he began, "it's time for some changes. You and Jenny have to start doing more around here." 

"Well ofcourse Mike, you are the breadwinner and we would do anything to help out. What can I do for you, dear? Anything we can do to help, you just ask." This was the only way Karen knew how to answer.

She sat pleasantly on the couch, in shorts and a thin blouse. Dark, full black locks framed her face and lay gently on her shoulders. Her family was European and they all inherited the shiny, black hair and olive complexion. Karen seldom wore makeup at home, and that only lipstick and liner to high-light her big, doey eyes. She was content to remain invisible and anonymous. Her hands were folded delicately in her lap, her long fingers intertwined. Light-green shorts riding up her thighs and stretching tightly across her wide hips. Karen's tanned legs showed her toned calfs and thick quads. And her bare legs were crossed at the ankles with one canvas sandal precariously balanced on the toes of her right foot. These mother-son talks always lifted her spirits. She sat her teacup on the inlaid coffee table and scooted to the edge of the sofa. She looked directly into his slightly enlarged eyes. It was good to see Michael taking charge of a situation and she was pleased to see him assert himself more. Karen had taken on the role of facilitator and always tried to ease family friction. 

No sense beating around the bush. "Mom, I'm horny. I'm not getting enough sex, and I want to make some changes, here." She was surprised at that, naturally. And coming from her sheltered, nerdy, son. And she wasn't sure what he was trying to say. "Mom," he tried again, "I'm going to change the dynamics here." 

She was thoroughly confused, shifting her position, and taking on a look of concern. She tried her best to discern his intent. "do you mean you need more privacy, or that you want to have a girlfriend over? Would you like us to stay out of the way on certain nights? You want to have sex. That's fine, you're a big boy now."

This just tended to infuriate him. And now anger was mixing with alcohol and frustration. "Yes, sex, that's it. In this house. And whenever I want it. And it starts tonight!" His face reddening as he rose and paced the room ominously. His ego grew with each repressed desire. 

Karen was flustered and not quite comprehending. "Michael, it's late, Jen's staying with a friend and I can make myself scarce. Let me gather a few things and I'll ride over to my friend, Lisa's."

Karen rose to leave and as she tried to pass, Mike grabbed her wrist and said, "You don't get it, do you? I want sex. I want it, now. And I want it from you." He blurted it out and liked the way it sounded. Then he roughly pulled her back onto the couch. 

She was just catching up with his last words, ..."I want it from you." Her beautiful dark, brown eyes grew wide. "Michael, are you crazy? I'm your mother!" 

Beads of sweat appeared at her temples and her heart-rate soared. Mike sat on top of her to plant her in her place. Her head started thrashing wildly, her ebon locks clinging to her face and loose strands flying in all directions. Her strong gams kick at him as her sandals flew across the living room. Her grunts of exertion were working like a tonic on his conception of things and he felt his manhood begin to swell. The thrill of the hunt was always better than the trophy! Mike pushed her sweaty, disheveled body into the cushions and figured his next move. It was now or never and he had already gone too far to stop. 

Her protests increased verbally and physically as her resistance started. She shrieked in his face and tried to heave him off of her. He was sitting on her belly, his left hand clasping both her wrists and his right hand violently yanking her shorts down her legs. The green fabric of her shorts ripped at the seams as he pulled them down her thighs and past her knees to her ankles. One more tug and they came apart in his hand like a prize. A realization struck her, that this would not be either subtle or sexy. Her son, the geek, intended to rape her. "Michael, please stop. Don't do this to me, Michael. I'll do anything you want." She couldn't see that this was exactly what he wanted, and her fighting only made it better. She struggled and squirmed , her face flushed and her breathing became erratic. 

Mike wanted her shirt off and needed to release her hands for a moment. Karen took that opportunity to scratch at his crazed eyes and pull at his sweaty crew-cut hair. She fought like the devil possessed her. 

Mike wasn't large (6'2" 175), but at twenty-two years old he was far stronger and furiously determined. "It's go-time!" he barked. He had envisioned slowly undressing her and gently kissing every sexy inch of his prize but a new plan was called for. She continued to beat on him with open palms and tried to drive her knees between his legs. She had no intention of giving in. She would not lift her butt or surrender her dignity but the energy was quickly draining from her. Mike reached behind him and took her undies inhand. One firm tug and they shredded, only one pink cotton strand clung by the elastic around her left thigh. 

The tearing sound froze her and when she saw the frayed panties and her exposed pubic hair, the resolve began to ebb. This gave Mike the last advantage he would need. He flipped her onto her stomach and climbed astride her upper thighs. Her arms were now pinned under her body and her legs were in no position to kick anymore. 

This was a fantasy other nerds would soon be reading about online. It was better than he had played-out in his mind. And the idea that the flailing, captive vixen at his mercy was his lovely mom, engorged his cock to the bursting point. He could hammer nails with his stiffness. 

His cock was fully inflamed and his smile was ear-to-ear. He took pleasure in grasping her collar and ripping the light weight blouse completely off her back. The pink bra was unsnapped deftly, in a maneuver practiced often with her laundry. With her shirt in tatters it seemed her humiliation was complete. Her back was bare, warm and moist, with long red streaks a reminder of the struggle. The remnants of her shirtsleeves still covering her upper arms, the bra lay useless as her breasts were smashed into the cushions. Only the sides of her well-rounded boobs could be seen, flattened underneath her. He tugged off his own sweats and she barely moved. 

As she slowly formed the image of her son sitting on her naked body, strumming his fingers down her back and making lewd, disgusting comments on her torso, she lost all will to continue. Oddly, a feeling overtook her. Karen could feel a tingle deep inside as he slobbered kisses down her spine. She noticed an unmistakable wave building in her loins as he reached under her to squeeze her tits. And her heartbeat picked-up once more when she felt his big hands cup the cheeks of her rear-end, then suddenly he cracked his hand across her butt and the shriek she let out was as much pleasure as shock. One more slap on her ass and his palm rubbing her mounds made the humiliation total. 

At this, Karen turned her head to reveal a tear-streaked cheek. Her dark hair, now sweaty, was laying damp across her forehead, neck and back. Her body was warm and wet from the exertion and her insides were warm from a foreboding of what was to come. 

She feebly whimpered, "Why Michael, why me? What are you going to do?" Mike was exhausted, but these questions only resparked his passion. The struggle done, Mike took a moment to survey his conquest. His mother lay entirely at his command. Pleading, sweating, and enticingly available to his desires. His cock swelled to amazing proportions. One more slap to her jiggly, moist ass and he let out a merciless laugh. 

"Michael, please?" She futilely gave it one more shot. "What are you doing?" She was utterly under his control and her emotions seemed comforted and content with that. 

Now was the time for Mike to announce his intentions. "Mother, er... I guess I can call you Karen since I'm running my fingers along your pussy lips." At this, she trembled and was about to speak but he cut her off. "Karen, I'm gonna fuck you tonight, a lot. In fact, I'm gonna fuck you every day and night from now on. The shock of those words sent a shiver straight through her, but also aroused a very awkward sensation inside her. How could her body betray her like this? Did she want to be raped? Was it rape if somehow it excited her so much? "Michael, I, I don't know about this."

"You'll do well to listen and obey." With one more slap on her reddening backside, the party was about to begin. His alter-ego was born, and for Mike, that meant "sex-master." He grabbed a big handful of her thick, black locks, and jammed an elbow into the small of her back to arch it, for his approach. With no further talk or fuss, his huge cock started pushing at the lips of her vagina. It was now all too real. She thought maybe she could keep her legs together or squeeze her hips, but again, the fighting just energized him. Thrusting hard, he was able to wedge his cock into her tight pussy and then the devastation was complete. He was pleasantly thrilled to find her pussy slick and gripping his meat like a fist wrapped around it. She was amazed at the same sensation and found herself working to push back on his cock in rhythm with him. 

"Michael no, this is wrong. This is incest Michael." She felt as if she said that to deceive herself because she was obviously starting to enjoy the feeling and realize that her entire life had been as a submissive, so why not her sex-life, too. She squeaked once more, "stop, Mike, stop." But she hardly believed herself. 

Mike was in total control and they both wanted it that way. "I'm gonna fuck you good, you little bitch. So take my cock in your hot, horny twat and make me feel good."

"Michael, please. I'm not a bitch. I'm your mother." The words excited her all the more.

"you're my bitch, now! My fuck-toy to play with whenever I want. The rage was controlled and voice stayed calm and commanding. He slid a cushion under her belly so that her sweet inviting cheeks were propped-up, as if on a serving-platter. And the pounding started in earnest. "Take that cock, Karen. How does that feel in your slutty little pussy?" His fantasy was running wild and there was no one to stop him. And though he didn't see it, her fantasies were coming to the fore, also. He noticed she was still bucking hard but not trying to throw him off. He could sense the change coming over her. He reached under her to cup each breast and tugged greedily at them, rolling the nipples in his fingers and pinching them hard. With a few more long thrusts in her hot twat, he pulled her hair again so that he could see her big brown eyes. "You love this, don't you bitch?"

"I'm not a bitch."

"You love it. And you love my thick cock. Huh, bitch. Say it, tell me you're my bitch and you love my cock."

She saw now she was becoming hopelessly, helplessly lost. The excitement was real. Her lust was roiling up to the surface and she could feel an orgasm welling-up. Not just an orgasm but an ORGASM. "Allright!, Michael, I love your cock, is that enough?" One more firm smack on her ass told her it wasn't. 

"Answer me correctly, bitch!" His thrusts increased in power with each syllable.

Her will was worn down. Her body slumped in total defeat. And she felt one more crack across her bottom. "Not fast enough!"

"Yes Michael, I love your cock," she moaned in a breathy, throaty voice. "your bitch loves your big fat cock."

This soothed his tantrum for the moment but did not stop the plunder. He banged her harder, thrusting his rock-solid member between her inner lips and strove to sink it deep in her pussy. Furiously he pounded, tugging on her tits like they would come off, yanking her black mane croaking in her ear. You're my whore now, and I will use your sweet pussy all day long. Take my cock, bitch. I feel you shaking, I here you moaning and your pussy is soaking my cock. You need fucked and I'm going to fuck you , good. The tension was building in them both, The climax was imminent.

"Mike," using his nickname for the first time, ever. Please don't cum in me." She didn't say don't cum. Or stop. And her mind wondered at that. And it didn't really matter as she had her tubes tied years ago. So why say it? She Knew why, and now she knew she had to say it. "Mike, I want to taste you. I want to taste your cum and feel your warmth in my mouth. I'm begging you, Mike. Cum in my mouth. Her world turned upside down, literally. In two seconds her gaping pussy was empty and Mike had hold of her ears. His enormous rod was pressing between her soft pink lips and she could taste her own juices on his cock. Her hips heaved and shook so violently that she could not keep his meat in her mouth. He corralled infront of her face and shot streams of gooey jism onto her cheeks and nose. Long, sticky rivulets of cum oozed down her chin and hung like twine under her neck, eventually falling to her chest where it puddled in her generous cleavage. 

For the first time, she laughed,as she felt the warm liquid batheing her. Mike chuckled also, and scooped some of the mess off her face with his fingers. She surprised him by taking his fingers in her mouth and lewdly licking each one dry. She the scooped more of it herself and swallowed that, too. "I told you I wanted to taste you." When she lowered her head and cupped her boobs in her hand, he was floored. Her pink tongue lasciviously darted out to her nipples and cleaned-up all the semen she could reach. His cock sprang instantly to attention, once more and Karen laid back with her long legs invitingly open. "C'mon, now. Your bitch is ready for action. Fuck me now, fuck me tonight and every day from now on." She understood her world, now and things were about to change...

End of part 1.



Man of the House



This past year has been a tough one for my family. My parents got divorced seven months ago and I still don't know why. My older sister Gwen is still in shock and my Mom is crying daily about what happened. My name is Justin and I am eighteen years old. Since my Dad up and left I have been trying to keep our family together. It has been a tough job and I ended up delaying going to college. Even my sister withdrew from school for the time being.

Everything changed one Saturday morning. My sister was out of the house and it was just my Mom and me. I could hear my mother in her bedroom crying once more. I just felt I had to do something right then and there. I opened the door to her bedroom and there sat my Mom on the bed. She was crying alright and she was wearing a bathrobe. She looked up and saw me enter.

"I'm okay Justin, you don't have to be here," she said to me.

I couldn't help but look at my Mom. She was in her mid-forties and she still looked good to me. She had light brown hair down to her shoulders and her body was tight. I walked over and sat on the bed. I put on hand on her back and started to rub her.

"You can't keep crying all the time Mom," I told her.

She didn't stop sobbing. I was looking down at my Mom's cleavage. I could swear I saw one of her nipples. I know I shouldn't feel this way, but my cock started getting hard under the shorts I was wearing that morning. I kept rubbing my Mom's back when I finally lost control of myself. I reached down and pulled the belt free on her bathrobe. I was able to pull on the back of her robe and it fell to her waist. 

I think my Mom was in shock at what I had done. I reached over with my other hand and I cupped one of her tits.

"Justin, please don't," she said.

There was no way I could stop myself right then. I lowered my face and I took a nipple into my mouth. My Mom let out this sigh as I started to suck on her ripe nipple. Mom didn't tell me to stop so I kept on licking her tit. My cock was raging hard by now. I had to do something. I stood up and pulled my shirt off. I next pushed my shorts to the floor and stepped out of them. I was standing naked in front of my Mom.

I couldn't have been more than a foot or so from my mother. I just stood there and let her look at me. It only took a few moments before my Mom reached for my cock. She started stroking me at first, slowly. She looked up at my face. I think she knew what I wanted to happen next. Mom then slid over to the edge of the bed. She brought my cock up to her lips and she inhaled my dick.

I hadn't been with many women up to this point. The idea of my Mom sucking my rod made me harder than I could imagine. You could hear the slurping noises as my Mom went all the way down to the root of my cock. I put a hand on the back of her head, urging her not to stop. The next few minutes were pure bliss. I just didn't want to cum yet. I pulled my dick away and I reached for my Mom's robe. I pulled it free from her body.

"We can't do this Justin, it isn't right," she told me. 

I knew she was right, but I had to have her. I got my Mom to lie back on the bed. I climbed up and spread her legs apart. I watched my Mom's face. She had a look of horror and excitement at the same time. I got myself into position. The tip of my cock was just touching her wet bush. That was when I entered my Mom for the first time. I couldn't believe how tight my Mom's pussy was. I went slow at first, trying to circling my dick around and loosen her hole up. 

My Mom must have lost all her reserve. She took her legs and placed them around my back. I pushed inside the whole way and just held my dick in place. God, my Mom's pussy was going into convulsions. I then started to go faster. Our public mounds were hitting and my Mom put her hands on my hips.

"Oh my God Justin," my Mom let out these moans.

I had all seven inches of my dick buried deep in my mother's womb. All I remember now is that we really got into it. My Mom's muscles were gripping me hard and I gave my Mom every hard inch I had. I have no idea how long we went at it that morning. It seemed like hours went by. I know I was getting close when I heard this sound. I looked over at the bedroom doorway and there stood my sister, Gwen.

It looked like she couldn't believe what was going on. I did notice that my sister had her hand down along the zipper of her pants and she was rubbing herself. I turned back to my Mom and I finally had to let go. I grunted like some wild animal and I flooded my Mom with my hot seed. My Mom's eyes got big when she felt me unload inside her quim. Her pussy tightened around my shaft. It was like she was trying to milk every drop from my erect cock.

I kept pumping my rod into my Mom. I did look over once and my sister was gone from the doorway. I knew I would have to have a long talk with her afterwards. A few more minutes went by and I felt like I was empty. I slowly pulled out of my mother's pussy. My cum came spilling out and was rubbing down her crack. My Mom looked spent. I leaned down and I kissed her mouth. I then got up from the bed and was going to go to the bathroom and get cleaned up.

I started to walk down the hallway. When I got to the entrance of my sister's bedroom I looked in. There was Gwen naked on the bed and she was fingering her pussy. I couldn't just walk away from that. I walked into my sister's bedroom. Gwen pulled her fingers away.

"How long have you and Mom been lovers?" She asked.

"This was the first time", I said.

I don't think my sister believed me, but I wasn't going to argue. I walked closer to my sister. Gwen doesn't look like my Mom. Gwen is petite and she has small breasts. It didn't matter to me. My cock began twitching. Gwen sat up on the edge of the bed. I walked over and Gwen didn't miss a beat. She took my cum coated cock in her mouth. I thought I had died and went to heaven. I just finished fucking my Mom and here was my sister licking me clean. 

I didn't think my sister could make me hard, but I was wrong. My cock came to life once more. Gwen pulled away from me after a few minutes.

"Do you think you can go again?" She asked me.

I was sure going to give it a try. I got up on the bed and I got onto my back. Gwen climbed up over top of me. She took hold of my dick and she positioned herself right above me. Gwen then lowered her pussy onto my mushroom cap. Fuck, she felt so good. I put my hands on her ass cheeks and I fed her my bone. My cock felt a little sore from all that fucking with my Mom, but I didn't care. I brought my ass up as my sister lowered herself onto my cock.

If I thought my Mom was vocal, my sister really got loud.

"Fuck me as hard as you can Justin," she cried out to me. 

Gwen and I did it as hard as was possible. You could hear skin slapping skin as I fed my sister over and over. I knew it wasn't going to be like fucking my Mom. I didn't have hardly any cum left in me. I just tried to bring my sister off. Gwen did had some big orgasms. Her pussy clenched my cock hard and I was rubbing my dick all over her pussy walls. Gwen's body stiffened and she came for me. I did manage to shoot a little bit of my cum into her body. Gwen finally collapsed onto my chest. I held her for a long time before she finally pulled off of me. 

I did need to get to the bathroom now and clean up. I walked down the hallway, but not before I checked on my mother. She had drifted off to sleep when I was gone. She must have heard me enter the room.

"Where did you go?" She asked me.

I didn't think I should tell her I just finished fucking her daughter. Evidently my Mom needed more cock. I won't go into great detail, but my Mom got on all fours and I took her from behind one last time. It wasn't a long fuck. My dick was really raw by now. It was just enough to get my Mom off one last time.

It's now a few days later and I wonder how all this will play out. I really want to get both my Mom and my sister in bed together. I don't know how my Mom will take that, but I know I have to try fucking them both at the same time. After all, I am now the Master of the House.



Man of the House



It was the summer before your senior year of high school when your father left. My memories of the years leading up to those months were filled with arguments and fights, nights of crying myself to sleep while he stayed late at work, my struggle to try to shield you from any indication that things were awry. Looking back, you must have sensed his intentions before I did. You two argued all the time and I attributed it to puberty. I should have trusted that your instinct was more protective and on-alert than I gave you credit for. Nevertheless, after he left you and I settled into a routine and things became normal again. I went to work, you went to school, and we saw each other most nights. You were busy with senior HS life and I supported you every chance I got, cheering from the stands or offering you and your friends a place to hang out. Our pool was always a popular spot for the summer months and I rather enjoyed watching you and your friends' bodies morph from lanky teens to toned and cut men.

While you were at school, I got into the habit of sunbathing by the pool and would always do so in the nude. I timed it perfectly so I wouldn't be caught by you or your friends who couldn't seem to stay away from our house. This time outside was my favorite part of the day and I basked in the warm sun, feeling it on every inch of my naked body. I loved the way the heat spread through every nerve. I loved the way the breeze felt across skin that shouldn't be feeling the air. The warmth relaxed me, was an escape. I stretched out on the pool chaise and couldn't help but become extremely aroused at the sensation. I found myself widening my legs to let the sun kiss the trimmed and bare skin and I grew wet at being spread and vulnerable to the world. Knowing no one could see me, sometimes I would mindlessly let my fingers find their way to the smooth skin between my legs and I would pleasure myself until I came, then finally dive into the pool to cool off.

I had just surfaced from the water one afternoon when I looked through the side fence and noticed your truck parked in the drive. I hadn't heard you come home and panic shot through my body. My clothes were inside the house and my towel was draped across the back of the chaise. Had you seen me? Where were you? You always sought me out when you got home to tell me hi and give me a strong hug. The fact that you hadn't stepped outside yet to see if I was there made my heart jump. The only reason you wouldn't come out is if you saw me, but how much did you see? In the midst of trying to figure out how to get out of the pool and to my towel without you catching me, I heard the unmistakable sound of your phone ringing from the garage. "Maybe he just now got home and isn't inside yet!" I heard you answer the call and knew as long as you were talking in the garage there was no way you could see me. I rapidly climbed out of the pool and went straight for my towel, wrapping it tightly around my body in a swift action of relief. I opened the French-door to my bedroom and ran inside to grab my black robe and was just stepping out of the room into the kitchen when I heard you walk in.

"Hey, mom. Swimming?" you greeted me.

I flipped my wet hair between my fingers, "Yeah, it's hot today."

You caught my eyes in a piercing stare, "Very hot."

A wave of dizziness washed over my body with your stare and I felt myself blush and glance downward. "You're home early. Hungry? I can make you a sandwich."

"I'm fine, mom." That stare. Unblinking. "What about you? You look a little...flustered."

My heart was racing, knowing almost certainly you saw me outside. I laughed nervously and walked to the fridge, grabbing a bottle of ice water. "Oh, it's just the heat. I'm going to change and run to the store in a bit, need anything? Maybe I can grab a movie for tonight. Or, are you going out again?"

I handed you a bottle and you opened it, still not taking your eyes from mine. You took a short sip and the water made your red lips glisten. "Movie sounds great."

After dinner that night we sat on the couch together and started the movie. After about 30 minutes, feeling the pinot noir warm my body, I stretched out at my end of the couch and propped my legs up in the middle. You got up to refill our glasses and when you sat back down, you picked up my ankles and stretched my legs across your lap. I felt the warmth from your strong hands on my slightly sunburned skin and suddenly grew dizzy again. You didn't say a word, eyes glued to the TV. I took another sip of wine and relaxed back into the couch, becoming engrossed in the movie once more. Every now and then, I felt you absentmindedly trace your fingers against my skin, sliding your hands across my legs, but carefully as to not be questioned or formally noticed. At one point I realized I had completely lost the storyline and was instead paying attention to your fingers brushing the top of my knee and back behind my leg, feeling the smooth softness.

The scene in the movie switched to the climactic moment when the lead stars finally got the courage to sleep together. Watching this kind of scene with son was awkward enough, but with my legs across your lap, I could feel your hands tense and you shifting in your seat as the scene heated up. I feigned a stretch that reached my legs straight across you but resting slightly more open than they were previously. My left leg was flat against your waist and my right was bent at the knee, my foot resting on your thigh. As I stretched, you lifted your hands to allow me to move and then placed them back on my body when I relaxed, a few inches higher than the spot you previously held. You started fidgeting a bit more and I felt the unmistakable press of your growing erection against the side of my leg and your fingers pressing into my skin more firmly. I felt myself growing increasingly wet between my legs and suddenly jumped up off the couch, realizing what I was doing, feeling guilty for my body having such reactions in response to my own son.

"What's wrong?" you exclaimed, a bit startled and perturbed.

"Nothing sweetie, just need to use the restroom." I escaped down the hall and shut the door behind me. I looked at myself in the mirror and felt my heart racing still. "What are you doing?! Ugh, you need to get a date!"

After a few minutes, I returned to my end of the couch and we finished the movie. I gave you a hug goodnight and went to my room, feeling you watch me as I walked down the hall, somehow sensing your displeasure at something.

As I was getting ready for bed, I heard the shower from the other end of the hall and as I walked out to make sure the lights in the house were off and the door locked, I walked past your bathroom. I noticed the door cracked a couple of inches. I paused and peeked in, not doing so consciously, but just out of compulsion. I let my eyes adjust to the steam-filled room and saw you in the shower, back turned to me. You had one hand resting against the wall and your other hand was unmistakably sliding back and forth in front of you, making your muscles flex in the water, you rolling your head back as the water sprayed down on you. I froze. I couldn't take my eyes off you but knew full well I had caught you jerking off. Instead of walking away, I stood there. I stood there, and watched you. And I liked it. I liked the scent of body wash pouring from the room and the taut muscles of your young body. I didn't see my little boy in this shower, I saw a man, a stranger. A stranger whose body was making mine respond in ways I hadn't felt in a long time. I bit my lower lip and an intense desire started building from deep inside my belly. I felt myself become wet, I felt my nipples harden. I clenched my hand against the doorframe and breathed you in. I watched your body begin to tense and heard your breathing grow more rapid, more deep. The soft groans coming from your throat made my legs shake and I watched you, my son, as you shot your cum across the floor of the shower, raining down in thick, white drops. Seeing this, I heard a higher-pitched whimper and realized too late that it came from my mouth. A barely audible noise, but I snapped back into reality in that instant. You turned and looked toward the door. I stepped back, hoping like hell you didn't see me, and I hurried back to my room.

I stood on the other side of my door, hand over my mouth, feeling the adrenaline surge through my body. I heard you shut the water off and the shower door open. Not long after, I heard the door to your bedroom click shut and a wave of relief washed over me. "He's going to bed, he didn't see me."

I let my robe slide off my body, pulled on a nightie, and crawled into my bed. The sheets were refreshingly cool against my tingling skin. I writhed around trying to get comfortable, but every move seemed to make the sheets brush against my body in a way that was only increasing my frustration. The room suddenly felt hot and oppressive and I threw off the blankets. I closed my eyes and saw your naked body in the shower again. "No! Don't do that, he's your SON!" I tried to focus on something else, anything else. It wasn't working. My legs were rubbing against one another, feeling the silky smoothness and I could feel how incredibly wet I was. I began to trace my fingers across my belly, up over my chest, circling my nipples beneath the satin gown. My legs spread wider and my hand made its way down to the edge of my panties, satin lace. I lightly brushed the fabric, feeling the smoothness on my fingers and the heat coming from the wet spot. With one finger, I pushed aside the crotch of the panties and lightly began to tease the skin beneath. I could feel my clit tightening and growing, desperate for release. I slipped the panties off and kicked them to the floor. I felt the slippery wetness and dipped a finger into the middle. Fingers now completely slick, I traced tiny circles around my clit until my toes started curling, my back arching and chest rising and falling with each rapid breath.

I was just beginning to slide my middle finger inside of my body when I noticed the door to my room standing open. I froze, trying to force my eyes to adjust to the darkness and see if I was imaging things or if the door was really open. Did I leave it open? Surely not, I never leave it open. I started to sit up a bit to get a closer look when I heard a deep voice from the dark, "Why'd you stop?"

My mind washed blank in white fire and adrenaline, panic. "Chris??!!"

At that moment I felt the bed shift and your body press mine back, pinning me beneath you. "Chris! What are you doing??!"

You grabbed my wrists and forced them above my head, causing my chest to arch towards you, nipples brushing hard against my nightgown with each frightened breath.

"I'm helping you, mom." your voice was husky and deep, a voice I had never heard from you.

Then I felt your mouth cover mine in an aggressive kiss. I felt your lips press tight against mine. I felt your tongue slide into my mouth and I tasted you. I felt my body completely melt beneath you, hard against every inch. I felt your thigh rubbing tight against my wet crotch. The feeling was overwhelming and intense in a way that erased every thought from my spinning mind.

I tried to regain my control and push you off me. You held me down, stronger. I tried to protest against your wet sensual mouth. You kissed me harder, stealing my breath. My body was shaking and fighting, unsure how to react. Pinned beneath you, I could feel the steel-hard erection against my belly. The dizziness spread and my muscles became weak. Your grip relaxed against my aching wrists when I stopped struggling. You looked down at me with that same piercing stare I had seen earlier today. I felt your heart beating rapidly against my chest. I could smell you and taste you. There was only you in that moment.

"Are you going to be good? I don't want to hurt you. But I am going to take care of you." You began kissing my neck, across my jawline, back to my lips. "Too long I've watched you alone, unsatisfied, unappreciated. Tonight that changes."

My eyes desperately pleaded with yours, panicked and unsure. "We can't!"

I felt your lips whisper against mine, "We are. Don't fight it, you know you won't win. I know what you need and I'm going to give it to you."

"You don't know anything!" I desperately argued back and writhed beneath your body. I slid enough to the side to where I was off the edge of the bed, briefly releasing myself from you as I dropped to the floor. You were on me in an instant, throwing me back hard and using your entire body to pin me down once more. Your grip tightened painfully on my wrists and you thrust me hard into the unmoving floor.

"Look at me". I heard fire in your voice. I opened my eyes and could see straight into yours again. I saw the clenching muscles of your jaw, the wild, animalistic power in your gaze. I saw a slight devious grin cross your face, "Mom. I saw you today, by the pool. I watched you. I saw you before you jumped into the water."

I felt the blood rush out of my head, body trembling beneath you.

Your breath was dripping onto me again, "And I felt you during the movie, you teasing me with your legs."

I tried to shake my head against your firm grip, "I wasn't!"

You pressed your thigh hard against my aching crotch, commanding my silence. "Don't. You can't lie to me."

You sighed deeply and your eyes softened a fraction as you let them wash over my face, following the curve down to my breasts. Looking back up at me, I felt you take both wrists under one hand and you wrapped your other hand around my neck, commanding my attention and forcing my head to look toward you full on. There was no escaping you. You invaded every one of my senses, my thoughts, the very air I was desperately inhaling. Your fingers tightened around my throat, fear rising inside of me.

"I know you watched me in the shower." You took my bottom lip between your teeth.

Another barely perceptible noise escaped my throat and your hips pressed harshly into mine.

"You watched me, mom. You watched me stroking myself. Then you came and hid in here and started touching yourself again; to the thought of me."

I faintly whispered, "no" but could feel the feebleness of the mocked protest as my body pulsed under yours. Then your lips were on mine again. Hard, strong, invading: not kissing me, claiming me. I began to give in, my mouth opened slightly. You took the cue and dove deeper in. My tongue rolled against yours. Your breath was in my mouth and mine in yours.

You were whispering against my lips again, "I'm going to let go. And you're going to be a good girl. If you fight, this will hurt...and you will not enjoy it."

I felt your grip release my wrists, my hands shaking, but not moving from where you left them.

Your stern face praised me, "Good girl. That's my good girl."

You slowly pushed yourself back away from my trembling body until you were kneeling in front of me watching me shake beneath you, a scared tear escaping from my eyes.

"You have nothing to fear if you do as you're told." you reassured me.

You stood up and I watched you slide your T-shirt over your head. Your thumbs disappeared below the waistband of your boxers and you slipped them off. I saw your erect cock springing above me, pre-cum already appearing on the tip.

You stood over my body as I lay on the floor, "Spread your legs for me, mom."

I hesitated, mind racing.

"If I have to tell you again, you'll regret it."

Reluctantly and with shaking knees, I opened my legs for you.

"Wider."

I stretched my legs apart further, no doubt exposing exactly how my body was betraying me.

I could feel your eyes on me, "Mmm. See? Now didn't I tell you I was going to take care of you? If you didn't want me, you wouldn't be so incredibly wet."

You dropped back to your knees and grabbed my thighs, pushing my legs back until my knees were resting on either side of my face.

I tried protesting again as the situation began to sink in further, "No, baby. Please! We can't..."

I felt your breath against the wet center of my body, "Relax. I'm not going to fuck you, mom."

My body briefly relaxed, but a strange disappointment washed across my mind.

"...not until you beg me for it." At that moment I felt your tongue slide the full length across my pussy.

"Ohh!" I cried out, uncontrollable.

You licked again, brief but firm, and I felt my body clenching at the sensation.

"Chris! No!"

I felt your mouth press fully against my pussy, sucking my lips in between yours. I felt your teeth nip at my aching clit. I felt your tongue circle around my hole and then I felt you plunge it inside of my body.

"Noo! Oh Chris, noo. Please. Please."

Feeling your muffled words against my wet pussy, "Please, what?"

"Please...please... ss-stop." I heard the stutter in my own voice, betraying me.

I felt your tongue again, your sucking lips, your harsh teeth. "That's not what you want, mom. We both know it."

You removed one of your hands from behind my knee and brought it between my legs. I felt your warm finger burning against my skin. You started tracing meticulous, slow circles around my pussy, occasionally pinching my clit which was throbbing before your face. You smiled at the noises escaping my throat and sat up enough to be able to look at me straight on again. Your look was pure confidence, teasing deviousness, a look I didn't know you possessed or could even imagine. Once more your eyes pierced me and you slid a finger inside of my body.

My back arched and my head rolled, "Ohhh!!"

"Tell me how it feels, mom. How does your son's finger inside of your pussy feel?"

Breathing hard, head spinning, I couldn't find the words. Only small noises escaped my mouth. I felt you slide another finger inside, I felt your tongue on my clit.

You continued, "...because I think you like it. I think you need me."

I felt my body began to tense, my eyes rolling. I felt my legs spread themselves wider and my hips lift slightly, trying to take you in deeper.

"You want me, don't you? You want me to slide my cock inside of your body and fuck you."

Your fingers were curled against my G-spot and I felt the wave coming. I felt myself reaching my climax and was an instant from cumming against your hand. And you stopped.

"No!!" I cried out desperately.

"No?"

My body tried pushing against your hand, silently begging. You pulled your fingers out, dripping my juice across the floor. You swiftly moved to place your hands on either side of my face, your cock hanging inches from my aching cunt. My head spinning out of control and rolling against the carpet, I could feel the heat from your cock, precious drops of pre-cum leaking from your body onto mine, and I literally ached for you to plunge inside of me.

"I don't think I heard you." I felt the tip of your cock lightly brush against my clit.

"You want this, don't you? Don't you. Mom." your voice was deep, heavy. 

Feeling the weakness and vulnerability own me, I let a soft trembling "yes" escape my lips.

"Tell me" you commanded again.

I felt myself submitting and giving into your power, "Yes!"

The corners of your mouth curled up and you took my lips in yours again, whispering, "Yes? What?"

"Please..." I whimpered, begging with my voice.

You bit my lip, "Say it. Say it, mom."

"Yes, fuck me!" I cried out, tears escaping my eyes again in a mix of raging emotions.

I saw the flash in your eyes; pride, ownership, "That's my girl."

Your cock began to descend, spreading the lips of my pussy around you, painfully and desperately slow. You watched the need and desire dance in my eyes. You felt my heart race and heard my breath quicken. Then in one moment of painful delight, you stabbed your hips down and thrust your throbbing cock into the very depths of my body, bottoming out and stretching the womb from which you were created, consuming my body, deep inside once more.




Man of the House



I screamed out at the sharpness of you, against the emotion of feeling my son's bare penis enter my body, the body of his mother. I felt your mouth on my breast, pulling my nipple between your teeth, tugging, sucking. You began sliding in and out of my body, slowly making sure I felt every pulse and throb as you continued to suck on my nipples like you missed doing so for the past 18 years. You bit harder, causing me to cry out again. You released your grip on my arms and my hands went instinctively to your head, wrapping around you. Your hips kept moving against me and I began to rise up to meet your every thrust, feeling you sliding out and back in inch by inch, both of us resisting the coming orgasm. You looked in my eyes again and began to increase the pace, diving deeper and forcefully stretching me, watching my every reaction. I felt your mouth on mine again as you thrust yourself into my body, painfully crushing your hips into mine against the hard floor and making it impossible for me to remain quiet. Each thrust hit me with a force I felt jolt through my entire body. I felt my hip-bones ride against yours, I felt your cock deeper inside of my body than anyone had ever been, except you, my son.

"I'm going to cum deep inside of your body, mom."

"Oh, Chris..." I mouthed against your lips.

"Tell me you want it, mom. Tell me you want my cum" your breathing was quickening now.

"Please!" I gasped. "I want it, son, I want you. Only you...my sweet baby boy."

"You are MINE now," you growled as you thrust harder into my core. "This body is mine. Understand?"

"Yes, I understand!" now desperately close.

"Then tell me" you ordered once more.

"I am yours!" my voice echoed through the house. "My body is yours, and it needs you, I want you..."

My body tensed and my eyes rolled. You thrust deeper and held your now trembling body hard against mine as you began to shoot spurt after spurt of your semen across the walls inside of my belly, filling me with your cum. I cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain as the wave crashed over me like a free-fall from the edge of a cliff, hitting hard, rising, and then riding out of control over the top. I felt every single muscle in my body clench and convulse in a fire I didn't think I would ever feel again. I shook beneath you, felt you collapse against me. I felt you hug me tight and I wrapped my arms around you in turn, you still resting and twitching inside of me. Waves of emotions washed over me and the tears came again. You kissed them away as my body shook and brushed back my hair, kissing my forehead.

"It's okay, mom. Everything is okay now. We're going to be fine. I've got you."



Man of the House



Many thanks to my editor, Caitlin. She taught me more about writing in two edits than I learned from years of trying.

*

Dave Parker studied himself in the mirror. At 6' 1" and 185 pounds, with dark hair and deep blue eyes, he was the apple of his mother's eye. His father, Frank, had been killed in a tragic plane crash a year earlier, so Dave was now the man of the house. Frank had been a prudent man and had provided well for his family in the form of insurance and investments. A large settlement from the airline added to that meant that the family was secure. It fell to Dave to manage the family's financial affairs, which he did with foresight and care, thanks to Frank's mentoring. They would be well-provided for and comfortable for the rest of their lives.

Dave was 23 and just out of college with a degree in Business Administration. His twin sister, Julie, had graduated the same time he did, but with a degree in archeology. She was fortunate enough to have entered a program which would allow her to go directly for a doctorate without having to obtain a Master's degree first. She spent several months a year away from home digging in strange, out-of-the-way places for artifacts of all kinds. She used her work to help herself cope with the loss of her father.

Dave's mother, Anne, hadn't fared so well. At first, she was a game little trooper, but over time, it weighed too heavily on her. Her love for Frank had been deep and all-consuming. The realization that she would never see him again was too much. She began to drink, not heavily, but steadily. She would retreat to her room and sob uncontrollably for hours.

It was now a year after Frank's death. Dave had made up his mind to get his mother over this rough patch and get her back into the land of the living.

"Mom, it's me, Dave," he called after rapping softly on her door. He heard her blow her nose into a tissue as she came to the door.

"Come in, honey." Her eyes were red and full of tears; the dark circles under her eyes stood out against the pallor of her grief.

Dave opened the door and crossed to her bed and sat down on the edge. He put his hand on her shoulder. "Mom, let's go out to dinner. Maybe a steak and a good bottle of wine will cheer you up some. Not having to do the dishes afterward should help, too." He smiled at her and stroked her hair gently.

She laughed a little, which made Dave feel a lot better.

"That would be nice, honey. Let me shower and change and do something about my face."

"Okay, but make it snappy. I'm starving."

"I'll do what I can, honey, I'm a wreck."

"Nothing of the kind. You're still my beautiful mom."

Dave swatted playfully at her trim behind. His hand burned at the slight contact, and he felt a slight rush as she danced away from him. He was glad to see her cheer up a little. He headed off to his own room to shower and change.

She met him at the front door. Dave looked at her approvingly. She looked dynamite in a dark blue suit that clung to her delightful curves. He began to have thoughts about her that he felt he should suppress.

"Wow!" Dave looked her over. "You're going to be turning heads tonight."

"Sweet thing, your head is the only one I care about." She took his arm and held it snugly against her breast.

He helped her into the car, admiring her long legs as she slid in and scooted toward the driver's side. Dave got in the other side and started the car. He backed out into the street, and headed for their favorite steakhouse.

She snuggled close to him, her ample breast brushing his elbow, her thigh pressing gently against his. The warmth of her body gave him a little rush of adrenalin; his stomach was full of butterflies. In spite of himself, he realized that he was looking at her as his date, not his mother. His cock stirred slowly

She put her head on his shoulder. "Dave, you always know how to make me feel better."

"Can't go wrong with a nice steak. You're certainly worth it."

"Thank you, Davy." She rested her head on his shoulder for a moment. "Too bad Julie can't be with us."

"I can tell you were she were here with us, I couldn't get my head through the door. Being with two gorgeous women would just inflate my ego beyond propriety."

His sister was born 15 minutes before him. They referred to each other as 'big sister' and 'little brother.' She bore a striking resemblance to her mother. Dave always thought it odd that neither of them showed any trace of their father's looks. But, as he joked to Julie, "Who wants a sister with a mustache?"

Once they were seated in the restaurant, Dave ordered wine, after which they perused the menu and selected their choices. He made sure the conversation was light, sticking to Julie's work, and other silly generalities. Suddenly, his mother put her hand on his arm. He felt a jolt at her touch.

"I forgot to tell you that Julie called while you were downtown." She leaned toward him, smiling and excited.

"Yeah? What did she have to say? Where is she, anyway?" His mother's hand on his arm left a tingling sensation. He stared into her candle-lit face as that strange feeling in the pit of his stomach came back.

"She's -- Geez! I forgot where she said she was, but she'll be coming home in a month."

That news gave Dave another little rush. His sister coming home! He missed her and those long, tanned legs of hers and her full breasts and the nipples. . . He stopped those thoughts before he worked himself into a sweat.

Their steaks arrived. Both of them dived in with gusto, sipping their wine and enjoying the taste of fine food. They made more light conversation, talking about Julie's arrival.

They finished eating, polished off the wine and got up to leave; Dave paid the bill and left a generous tip for the waiter.

Dave noticed that his mother was a little unsteady on her feet and he took her arm as they walked to the car. She leaned against him, her breast rubbing against his forearm. Dave got a little bit of a rush at the sensation.

They got in the car and drove off. Anne again leaned over against him with her thigh against his, more firmly this time. Her head lolled against his shoulder and her breast was pressed against his arm again. In the glow of the dashboard lights, he noticed a tear running down her cheek. He pulled over and shut off the engine.

"Mom, what's the matter?"

She looked up at him. Another tear coursed down her cheek. "I miss him so much," she said softly. "Some nights I just can't get to sleep, I want him so much."

Dave turned toward her and took her in his arms. "I know, Mom. I miss him, too."

"Not like I do, honey." Dave knew suddenly what she meant. He understood now what has been troubling her so much. No sex. She had no desire to go looking, either.

She looked up at Dave, staring deeply into his eyes. Suddenly, her arms were around him and her lips were pressed to his. He thought it would just be a motherly kiss, but it got more intense. Much more intense. Her tongue slid into his mouth, seeking, searching.

He couldn't help himself. His tongue met hers. His cock jumped and began filling with blood. He couldn't believe this was his mother kissing him like this, but he did nothing to stop it.

Her arms held him even tighter and he could feel her delightful breasts pressing against his chest. She moved back and forth slightly keeping and intensifying the contact.

Suddenly, she pulled back from him. "God, Dave, I didn't mean to do that."

"Yes, you did, Mom, and you know it. It's just that it wasn't me you were kissing. It was Dad."

Anne laid her head back. She fished a tissue out of her purse and dabbed at her eyes.

"Take us home, Dave," she said in a small voice. Her brain was in a whirl. What she felt for her son was definitely not motherly. It wasn't Frank she was kissing, it was Dave. Frank was dead. She accepted that, finally. She didn't want to say anymore and just stared out the window for the rest of the drive home.

Dave pulled into the garage, closed the door, coming around to open the door for her. He didn't miss the sight of her long, lovely legs swinging out.

She was still a little unsteady, so he helped her up the few steps to the house.

"I think I'd like to go to bed, now, honey."

"Sure, Mom. I think I'd like to turn in, too." He locked up and was heading up the stairs just a few steps behind her. He liked the way her shapely behind moved as she ascended the stairs.

They stopped at the door to her room. She turned and kissed him, Again, it wasn't a motherly kiss, but one of barely-controlled passion, seething just below the surface.

"Good night, my baby," she said.

"Good night, Mom." He headed for his own room, still tingling from the kiss.

He undressed and lay naked in the dark. He thought back to the kiss in the car, and the goodnight kiss just a few moments ago. His cock stirred again. His hand moved down to touch it as it grew. He wondered at the effect two seemingly innocent kisses gave him. His cock proceeded in its relentless journey toward full erection.

He dozed off with his hand lightly holding his erection. He had thought about masturbating, but was constantly distracted by thoughts of his Mom. It was her anguish that distracted him, not the kisses that gave him the erection. She seemed to be on the cusp of something, but he just couldn't pin it down.

A slight sound woke him. The moonlight streaming through the window showed that his mother was standing next to his bed. He quickly tried to cover himself with the sheet.

"Mom," he exclaimed, surprised. "What are you doing here? I thought you went to bed."

"I needed to talk to you," she said, almost a whisper. She sat next to him, so close that he couldn't get enough of the sheet to cover himself.

Suddenly, she was lying next to him, holding him close to her. He could feel the satin of her nightgown against his skin. His cock stirred again, despite his efforts to dissuade it. She seemed to take no notice of the fact that he was naked and was almost fully erect.

"Dave." She stopped for a moment. "I don't know how to say this, but," she stopped again.

"Just say it, Mom." He put his arm around her and held her close. She almost purred.

"Dave, when I kissed you in the car, something happened to me. I don't know what it was, but it was like an epiphany; like my whole life completely changed. I'm still not sure about this, but if I don't get it out, I'll go crazy."

"Then tell me, Mom."

Her hand moved from his chest slowly down across his stomach to his erection. The effect on him was like an electric shock.

"I want you, Dave. I want you more than I've ever wanted anything in my life. Can you understand, baby? Can you forgive me?"

"Mom, I--I don't know what to say to you. When you kissed me, you ceased to be my mother at that moment and turned into a desirable woman. A very desirable woman. I want you, too, Mom."

Her hand squeezed his cock gently. "God! I didn't think it would be this easy. I thought I'd have to rape you." He didn't see her leer at him.

"No, Mom. I've wanted you for some time now. But how does a son tell his mother that he wants to have sex with her, that he wants to possess her?"

"Oh, my baby. I need you so badly. You've taken over all the things your father did to keep us together. Now, I'm asking you to make this ultimate sacrifice, for me."

"Sacrifice? Mom, it's no sacrifice at all. It's a dream come true." He was at full erection now and throbbing. He'd never felt so hard and turned on as he was this moment.

Her lips met his again. This time there was no holding back. Her tongue probed deeply into his mouth, her breasts flattened out against his chest. Her hand caressed him gently. She began moving it up and down slowly.

"Easy, Mom, or it'll be over before it starts." He pulled at her nightgown. "Take this off." His breathing was becoming faster.

She pulled away from him and slipped the gown over her head and let it drop. She was a lovely vision in the moonlight. Her nipples rose with anticipation. Her desire for him raged in her breast. Her pussy was aflame and wet with the most intense desire she had ever felt. She rose to her knees and leaned over him. Her lips trailed kisses down his chest and stomach until she reached the head of his throbbing cock.

With a little cry, her hand took him and she guided him to her questing lips.

"God, Mom," he whispered. "You're wonderful. No wonder Dad always had a smile on his face."

She took him deep in her mouth. Her mouth watered at the feel and taste of him. She loved the feel of the bulbous head on her tongue. She sucked him gently for a few minutes, then moved up to lay beside him, her hand still stroking his erection. She wanted to save that for a little later.

She paused for a moment, remembering her attempts to please Frank. "Your Dad was never really fond of that," she said softly. "He'd only let me do that once in a great while. He didn't think it was nice."

"That's really strange," Dave said softly. "I don't think I've ever known any man that didn't like a pair of soft lips."

"He was strange, alright. Oh, he was satisfying enough and he actually worked to please me, but there were things that he just wouldn't do and wouldn't permit."

Dave leaned on one elbow and stroked her breasts with his other hand. It was his turn now, to kiss her nipples, then her ripe breasts, then down across her flat belly to her thighs.

She sighed and tensed just slightly, then spread her legs a little. She was hoping she had read him correctly and was rewarded with the feel of his hands on her thighs, moving them apart slowly.

When his tongue touched her pussy lips she moaned softly. It came from deep down in her soul. As his tongue moved, she could feel the orgasm building. It started in her stomach, as though there were a million butterflies in there and worked its way up. Then a flush of desire washed over her face and spread downward, past her breasts. Her leg muscles tensed, then relaxed as her head lolled backward into the pillow.

"Oh, my baby! My delicious baby!" Her hands tangled in his hair and pulled him closer to her. When his tongue began to attack her clit, it was all over. Her back arched and she almost screamed.

Dave held her until the spasm passed. He had no idea how long it took her to come down, but she was still breathing heavily when he lay beside her again, holding her gently to him.

"I guess that's something else he didn't do much."

Sleepily, dreamily she said, "No, darling, he didn't do that much at all. I guess it was kind of obvious from the way I just came. It had been a long time since I'd had an orgasm, and I've never had one like that. That was incredible, Dave."

He had moved himself between her thighs and touched the head of his cock to her wet pussy lips. He just let it rest against her for a moment, then pushed forward gently.

Her legs spread automatically as he entered her. He moved gently at first until he got the head in, then pressed forward. She spread her legs as much as she could until he was bottomed out in her.

"Yes, baby!." Her arms were around his back, her nails digging slightly into his skin. "Oh, God, Dave, you're wonderful."

He moved back and forth, now, slowly withdrawing, then moving forward all the way.

"Dave, I never knew it could be so good! This is heaven! Fuck me, baby. Deep and soft and gentle."

She met his thrusts for a few strokes, then wrapped her legs around him. "I won't let you get away from me. You're mine, now."

"I don't want to get away from you, Mom. This is too good to stop. Are you ready for me, Mom?"

"Are you close, dear?" Her lips were against his ear.

"Yes, Mom." He groaned as he felt it building inside him.

"When you're ready, I want you to pull it out of me and come in my mouth. Will you do that for me?"

"God, Mom, that did it! Here I come!"

He pulled out of her and moved up so that he was an inch from her mouth. She took him in her hand and closed her mouth over him, taking him all the way in. The taste of her own juices on him made her mouth water. As she felt his come begin its journey, she backed him out until just the head was in her mouth. Her tongue rasped against the underside of the head.

He had to bite the pillow to keep from screaming out loud as he jetted into her lovely mouth. He bucked and shook as his load poured into her. She just managed to keep him in place as she swallowed his come. The movement of her tongue kept stimulating him further. Then her orgasm overtook her. Dave was completely oblivious to it.

Finally, his orgasm ended. He fell over onto his side, unable to move, unable to think, only able to breathe heavily and listen to his heart pounding.

She moved up beside him again, her hand still holding his softening cock. She kissed his lips softly. He could taste her and himself on her lips.

"Was I okay, baby? I hope you liked that," she said, holding him close.

It was a few minutes before he could answer her. She just held him and waited for him to recover.

Finally, "Mom, there has never, ever been anything like that in my life. I don't have the words." He stroked her back, feeling the soft curves in the palm of his hand.

She purred against him. They both dozed.

She awoke to sunlight streaming in the window. Anne looked over at her sleeping son. It wasn't a dream she had; it was a real experience. She had fucked her son. She had drunk his semen and relished every drop. Even now, her body still tingled from the orgasm she had experienced.

She slipped out of bed and put on her discarded robe. She pulled the sheet over him and decided that he needed a good breakfast so he could regain what she had drained from him. She headed out the bedroom door.

"Mom?"

She turned to look at him, feeling the most wonderful rush of affection for him as he smiled at her. "What is it, dear?"

"It wasn't a dream, was it? It really happened, didn't it?

"It really happened, dear. Was it good for you?"

He grinned wickedly. "Come here and I'll tell you."

She laughed. "I need to make us both some breakfast, then we need to talk." She left for the kitchen.

He wasn't sure he liked the sound of that. But for now, he felt better than he had for a while. She had lost that haunted look and seemed genuinely at peace. For that, he was grateful beyond words.

He got up and showered, shaved and slipped on casual clothes. By the time he got to the kitchen, the coffee was done and he could smell the bacon cooking.

He poured coffee for the both of them and set the cups on the table. He stepped behind her at the stove and put his hands on her waist. She leaned back against him and shivered delightfully when his hands moved up to cup her breasts gently.

She wriggled happily under his hands. "Please, Dave, let me finish this," she whispered.

"Sure, Mom." He stepped back, then sat at the table watching her finish cooking. The smile on her face warmed him, as did the memory of last night.

She dished up the breakfast and carried the plates to the table. "Eat your breakfast," she said. "You need your strength." She leered at him; this time he could see it.

He dived into his food and finished quickly. The cup of coffee was next. She finished right after him, then sat back in her chair.

"Dave, what we did last night was incest, you know." She watched him for any reaction.

"I know, Mom." He smiled at her. "That's what made it so great. Oh, sure, the sex was fantastic in and of itself, but the incest angle put it into the realm of magic."

"Honey, you're incorrigible, but I love you for it." She shifted the coffee cup to her left hand and put her right hand on his arm.

"Mom, I want very much to do it again."

"As do I, baby."

He relaxed. The worst was over.




Man of the House



"However," she began again, "we do have a small problem. Julie will be home in about three weeks. We'll have to be very careful."

His cock stirred again. "I know, Mom. Just please don't take this away from me."

"I have no intention of taking it away from either of us. We've passed the tipping point, dear. There is no going back. For me, at least."

"Nor for me. Last night was a dream. . .a wonderful dream."

"It was real, baby. Do you remember coming in my mouth?"

Her words hit him like a kick in the stomach, but a delightful kick. Butterflies ravaged his stomach. "Yes, I remember. That was amazing."

"I'm glad you liked it. That's how I want you to come every time." Her eyes burned into him.

"I'm yours, Mom. Anything you say. Anything."

She smiled and he melted. "I'm glad, Dave. You're delicious."

She stood up and moved behind his chair. She bent down and kissed him deeply, thoroughly and passionately. She broke the kiss, and then said, "Do you want me, Dave?"

"Jesus, Mom, what do you think?

"Yes, I thought so. Let's go upstairs."

He stood, then scooped her up in his arms and almost ran up the stairs to her room. He put her down gently on the bed and stripped. He waited until she had shucked her robe, then lay beside her. His cock raged. He pressed it to her and began to suck her nipples.

"Oh, yes, baby. You know what mama needs. You know what mama wants."

"Yes, I know what you want." He quickly straddled her, touching his cock to her lips.

She licked it softly, gently. She tasted the drop of lubricant that appeared at the tip. "Put it in me, Dave. I want you deep inside me."

He complied. He moved down and got inside her in record time. She was wet from their conversation, and, he assumed, from anticipation. Her vaginal muscles were doing wonderful things to his throbbing cock.

"Let me get on top," she breathed.

He held onto her and rolled over. She straddled him and rotated her hips in a most delightful manner. He watched with semi-detachment as she rode him slowly, moving her hips around, then up and down. Then she stopped and slid down to take him in her mouth. Her lips and tongue worked him, savoring the feel and taste of him with her juice all over him.

"Oh, Mom, you're wonderful!"

"And you are delicious." She grinned with obvious satisfaction.

"But that's mostly you you're tasting. Do you enjoy the taste of pussy?" He really didn't expect her to answer. He only asked the question because he was so wrapped up in the sensation of the moment.

"Yes. Very much."

Another surprise for him. He suddenly realized that in all the years living with her, he knew very little of the woman who was his mother. Well, beyond the external stuff, anyway.

He looked up at her as she rode him slowly. "Tell me about it." He brought his hands to her breasts and toyed with them, thumbing the erect nipples.

She stopped moving and looked down at him. "You're really interested, aren't you?" She began moving again.

"Yes, I'm interested. Especially since our lives have just taken a turn toward the exciting."

Her eyes closed as his fingers worked her erect and sensitive nipples. "God, that's nice, dear."

"I do my best," he said softly. He moved his hips in rhythm with hers. "Now, tell me."

Her eyes were still closed. "About six months ago, I met this woman at the mall. We seemed to hit it off really well. As a matter of fact, she lost her husband to a heart attack a few months earlier. She invited me for a drink at her place." She stopped to accept a minor orgasm, her nails digging into Dave's shoulders. "We talked for hours. She invited me to have dinner with her, so I stayed. You were in San Francisco at the time, setting up the investment accounts, so I had no reason to get home that evening.

"We ate and had some wine and ended up getting a little tipsy and giggly. She asked me if I'd like to watch a porno movie with her and I was ready for that. I wanted to make sure that there was still such a thing as sex." She slowed her movements again and leaned down to kiss him. She was getting more and more excited.

"I don't remember the name of the movie, but there was a lot of girl-girl sex in it." She stopped moving again, then rolled off him to lie pressed against his side. Her hand went to his erection and stroked him slowly. "I guess we both got a little hot watching it. She asked me if I'd ever done anything like that. I told her that when I was in college my roommate and I tried it out and pronounced it an acceptable substitute for men. When I graduated, we went out separate ways and that was the end of it."

"Did you do it with the one you just met?"

"I was getting to that. She asked me if I'd like to try it with her and I said that I would. So we did and it was very nice." She leaned down and kissed his erection, then ran her tongue along the length of it. "I still like the taste."

"I learn something new about you every day, Mom." He pushed her down on her back and slid between her thighs. He buried his face in her dark curls and licked her up and down, then plunged his tongue into her.

She gasped and held his head to her. His tongue explored, paying most attention to her swollen and sensitive clit.

"Yes, Dave. Oh my darling!" She tensed, then moaned loudly, arching her back as the orgasm washed over her.

Dave rose and moved up until his cock touched the lips of her throbbing pussy. She reached down and pulled him into her.

"Fuck me, Dave, dear. Give it to me!"

He pushed into her, then went all the way. Her hands clutched him. Her hips thrust up to meet his. Her legs wrapped around him, imprisoning him.

"Gotcha, now, baby. Give it to me!"

He moved faster. "I'm done, Mom. I'm going to blast you good."

Her breath rasped in his ear. "You know how I want it, honey. Come in my mouth, like last time."

Her words inflamed him. His hips moved faster, his thrusts went deeper. He wanted to deliver a full load to her, this fascinating woman, his hot, horny mother.

"Now, Mom! Oh, God, now!" He moved as fast as he could, pulling out of her pussy and diving into her waiting mouth.

With the first shot, she pulled him back again, until only the head was in her mouth. When she began swallowing, he almost passed out, still firing into her. He was unaware of her own thundering orgasm.

He came to his senses beside her, clinging to her like a child, his lips nuzzling her breast. He was completely drained. Again, her incredible technique had reduced him to a blob.

"Oh, baby, that was so lovely!"

"Well, it certainly was that." He was still breathing hard. His heart pounded fit to bust.

"You're delicious, Dave. I can't get enough of you."

"You've taken all my ectoplasm. I won't even be able to haunt the halls," he said in a sepulchral voice.

She laughed her throaty laugh and hugged him.

It went on for three glorious weeks. Twice during that time they had stayed in bed the whole day fucking and pleasuring each other.

Then, one day, the phone rang. Anne answered it.

"Julie! Where are you? You're here? Wonderful. I'll send Dave to pick you up, okay? About an hour, yes. We'll be so happy to see you. Bye, sweetie."

"I guess I'd better drag my exhausted ass to the shower," Dave said. "You're not coming?"

"I've got to get her room ready and lay fresh towels on all around. We can go out to dinner if she's not too tired, or we can order in."

"Easy, Mom, easy. You'll pop a gusset." He headed for his room and a hot shower.

By the time he arrived at the airport, she was waiting in the pick-up area, her bags in a pile beside her. She waved wildly at him as he pulled up. There she was in jeans and a short-sleeved blue checked blouse. Her dark hair was slightly tousled. She looked just as he remembered her. His heart pounded.

He jumped out of the car and scooped her up in his arms and hugged her for all he was worth.

"I've missed you, big sister." His lips pressed against hers.

She returned the kiss. "I've missed you, too, little brother." Her eyes sparkled. "Can we get out of here? It was a long trip."

"Sure Julie." He opened the trunk and threw the bags in. He wondered what she'd think if she knew what had happened just a couple of hours ago at home.

"Little brother, what's that strange smirk on your face. You looked like the cat that ate the canary."

He exploded into laughter. The allusion to "pussy" was just too close to the mark.

She looked at him quizzically. "Can you let me in on the joke?"

"No joke," he lied. "It was just the thought that struck me funny." He threaded through the airport traffic and got on the freeway for home. He was pleased when Julie slid over next to him and put her hand on his thigh. Her head lolled back on the seat. Her breast rubbed against his arm every time the car hit a bump. It felt wonderful. Dave's cock stirred slightly.

"Glad to be home, big sister?"

"Oh, yes, I'm glad to be home. I can't wait to get a hot shower and crawl into some clean sheets. One of the downside aspects of the exciting life of the cultural archaeologist. No sheets, showers or comforts of any kind."

"So what's on the long-term agenda?"

"I'm back for a while. I'll spend a lot of time at the university compiling notes for my doctoral thesis. After that, I'm not sure, yet."

"So you'll be home for a while."

"At least a year."

Dave chewed on this. He and Anne would have to be really careful for a year! Could they carry it off? If he had anything to say about it, they would. It was just too good to give up.

"We're here, sis." He pulled into the drive and hit the garage door opener and pulled in. "You go inside and see Mom and I'll attend to the luggage."

She jumped out and ran to the door to the house. Anne was already there, squealing with delight to see her daughter. They went inside, laughing and talking, each with an arm around the other.

Dave wrestled his sister's luggage into the house and up to her room. He went back downstairs to join them in the family room. Julie was lolled back on the sofa, while her mother sat next to her, talking a mile a minute.

"Geez, Mom, give her a break. Let her get a word in edgewise."

Julie laughed. "It's okay, Dave. I'm pooped from the trip and it's a pleasure to let someone else do the chatting."

Anne stuck her tongue out at Dave. "Well, should we go out to dinner?"

"If I'm not being a poop-out, could we save that for another night? I'm really beat." She ruffled her own hair and looked at them both apologetically.

"Sure, baby," Anne said. "I could order a pizza and we have some nice wine to go with it."

"That would be heaven, Mom," Julie said. "I haven't had pizza for quite a while."

"I'll take care of that," Dave said. "I think I can remember how you like it, too. Lots of pepperoni, sausage, olives, anchovies and onion, right?"

"God, you remembered! Is that okay with you, Mom?"

"Fine with me. I don't have to do any cooking or dishes. In fact, how about a glass of wine right now?"

"Great," Dave and Julie said in unison. They watched their mother as she walked out.

"She looks better than I've seen her in a long time," Julie said softly. "What did you do to cheer her up?"

Dave stammered for a moment. "I just was there for her, I guess. I tried to comfort her as best I could." God, if she only knew - 

Julie turned toward him and kissed him on the lips. "You don't know how much I missed you, little brother. I -- I've got to talk to you alone, sometime."

"Sure, sis. What about?"

"Later, bro." Anne had returned with the wine and glasses.

Dave poured for all of them, then raised his glass to them. They lifted theirs, as well.

"To us," Dave toasted.

"To us," they echoed. They all took a sip and sat back, comfortable and relaxed.

"So, sis, how was the big dig?"

"It was great and productive and I have a ton of notes to sort out. But I'm going to relax for a week and recoup."

"Yes," Anne said. "You should have a little time to get relaxed and let us see you for a while."

The doorbell sounded. "I'll get it," Anne said. "I ordered the pizza while I was getting the wine, and it has arrived," Anne announced.

She went to pay for the delivery. Julie leaned over to Dave and kissed him again, this time with a little more feeling.

"Sis, what's going on? That's twice you've kissed me in the last half-hour."

"I told you I missed you. A lot. I'll explain later."

Dave felt a familiar stirring in his crotch. Now, his curiosity was up, as well as his cock. He mentally conjugated verbs to try to stem the erection. Anne came in with the pizza and napkins, and another bottle of wine.

"Looks like we're in for the long haul," Dave said, laughing.

"Dig in," Anne said. She helped herself, then passed the spatula to Julie.

They ate in almost silence, except for Julie who couldn't praise the taste of the pizza highly enough. By the time they finished the pizza and the wine, it was just sunset. Anne gathered up the carcass of the meal and took it to the kitchen.

Julie stretched and watched Dave's eyes glance at her breasts. She jiggled them slightly for his benefit. They were as big as his mother's.

""See anything you like?" She grinned at him impishly.

"You know I do, sis."

"Tomorrow morning we'll get some time and talk. Now, I've got to unpack and I want a nice hot shower."

"It's a date, then. In the morning."

"See you then, little brother." She blew him a kiss and skipped to the stairs.

He went into the kitchen and came up behind Anne at the sink. He put his hands on her waist and pulled her back to him.

"Dave! Julie will catch us," she said, reprimanding him.

"No, Mom, she's on her way to bed. She says she wants to unpack and take a shower, then several hours of uninterrupted sleep."

Anne leaned back against him, luxuriating in the feel of his hands as they moved up to her breasts. "Do you think we could chance it tonight? She'll probably sleep like a log."

Dave said, "I'd like that a lot, my love." Anne's hands pressed his against her firm breasts.

"I do have to go out tomorrow morning, though. I'm meeting Millie for lunch and some shopping after I get my hair done. Can you fix breakfast for you two?"

"Sure, Mom, I can take care of that. Then you'll be gone almost the whole day."

"Afraid so. But, it will give you and Julie a chance to get caught up."

"Okay, then I'll see you after lights out." He tilted her head back to him and kissed her deeply and thoroughly.

"I can't wait, baby."

"Me, either, Mom."

He slipped into her room later, after locking up. He was pleased to hear Julie snoring softly when he passed her room. It was a quiet, but intense session for them. They took special pains not to make any noise. But that didn't make it any less a delicious experience.

By the time Dave awoke, Anne had left. He padded down to the kitchen in just a pair of denim shorts and a T-shirt. He inventoried the fridge and began rounding up the pans and tools he'd need.

Julie slipped up behind him and put her arms around his waist, her generous breasts pressing against him. He could feel her nipples. He could also feel his cock beginning to charge.

"Hi, sis. Have a good sleep?"

"Best in a long time, bro. What's for breakfast?"

"What'll you have? We got eggs, bacon, sausage, oatmeal and things like that."

She kept her hold on him, her head against his back. "Eggs and bacon will do nicely," she said. "Where's Mom?"

"She has a full day out. We won't see her till probably five or so."

"Good. Shall I make the coffee?"

"Hey, yeah, I forgot all about that."

They busied themselves with their respective chores, then sat down at the table and ate.

Dave finally got a look at his sister. She was dressed pretty much as he was, except her breasts were threatening to break out of the thin T-shirt she was wearing.

"Wow," he said. "I never knew you could look so good in the morning."

"I wore this especially for you. I know how you like to look at my tits all the time."

Dave blushed crimson.

"See? I told you so. You can't deny it, now."

"I don't deny it, sis. That's why I get a kick of referring to you as my big sister."

She smiled at him. She reached down and lifted her T-shirt up over her breasts. His eyes told her that he approved.

"God, sis! You shouldn't do that to me. What brought this on?" He couldn't stop staring at her tits. Just like his mother's.

"I just wanted to see what you'd do."

"Trying something out on me for your boyfriend?"

"No boyfriend. I do have a girlfriend, though. She likes them, too."

Dave stared at her. "Sis, have you surrendered to the dark side?" He spoke in a low, menacing tone and wore a mock serious expression.

"No, I just like a little variety. That's one thing I have in common with Carole. When we were in bed one night, she told me she had a little thing with her brother."

Dave's eyebrows shot up.

Julie continued, "She said it was the most incredible sex she's ever had." She let her T-shirt fall while she studied his eyes. They had a glaze to them.

"Sis, I," he broke off the sentence.

She got up and walked around the table to him. She stood next to him and pressed his face to her breasts.

Almost involuntarily, his hands went to her slim buttocks and pulled her toward him.

"That's my little brother," she cooed. "Wanna try it?"

Dave's cock was throbbing painfully. Last night his mother, today his sister. His hands shook as he stood up and pulled her to him.

"God, sis, I can't believe this is happening."

"Nothing's happened yet, silly. Do you want to or not?" She ground herself against his throbbing cock. "Hmm," she said. "I think you do."

"Y--yes," he stammered.

"Good. Now, let's get up to my room. I've been saving this up for you."

They ran up the stairs to her room. It took them only a second to shuck their skimpy clothes.

Dave looked her up and down. "God, you're beautiful, big sister."

"Oh!" She stared at his erection. "I don't think I should call you 'little brother' anymore," she said gently holding his cock. She sat on the bed and took the head of his cock into her mouth. "Definitely can't call you 'little' brother any more."

She pulled him down to her, continuing to suck gently on him.

He pulled back away from her and put his face between her firm, tanned thighs. At last, he would taste that which he'd fantasized about for so long. She smelled delicious. His tongue touched her tentatively, then dived into her. Absently, he noted how much she tasted like their mother. His tongue moved on her clit, round and round. He loved the way she moaned and writhed under him.

"God, Dave, I'm coming! Yes, Dave, yes!"

He held her for a moment until the orgasm subsided, then he moved between her thighs again, but this time with a different weapon. He touched it to her gently, then pushed forward slowly until he was in her.

She sighed and wrapped her legs around him and pulled herself to him, taking him in all the way. Her hips rose to meet his as he pushed into her. She moaned when he bottomed out in her wet pussy.

"God, Dave! Carole was right! This is fantastic!" Her breathing was ragged and deep as she approached another orgasm. "I never knew anything could feel so good! I'm coming, Dave, my sweet, I'm coming!" Her nails drew blood as she gripped him.

Dave didn't mind the pain; he too was fast approaching the end of a perfect day. His mother, then his sister! It doesn't get any better than this.

"Me, too, sis!" He thrust into her and let fly. He pushed into her with every spurt until he was drained. He slowly lowered himself onto her, then rolled off.

Still inside her he pulled her close and kissed her. She kissed him back, just as thoroughly.

"My toes are still curled," she said. "I wonder if I'll be able to uncurl them before Mom gets home."




Man of the House



"Wow! I forgot about that little thing." He pulled out of her and stood up, stretching.

Julie rolled over to him and took his cock into her mouth. "Mmm," she said. "I think I'd like for you to come in my mouth next time."

Dave smiled. "Anything you want, sis." He congratulated himself for being the luckiest guy on the planet. The only way to make it better would be a threesome. He actually began to stiffen again.

"To the shower," he said. "Come on, sis, I'll scrub your back."

"You're on, little brother."

Anne arrived home at about four. She found Julie in her room, putting more of her things away. "Hi, Julie."

"Oh, hi, Mom. I'm just about squared away. Monday, I'll pack up my notes and move them to the university. And start to work -- that's going to be rough. I'll be working some long and probably crazy hours."

"Why so?"

"I have an awful lot of notes to compile. The research I have to do involves a lot of Internet searching. There are only so many terminals available."

"Can't you do that from here?"

"Sorry, no, Mom. I have to be hooked to the school's network to get access to the stuff I need."

"I'll have to take your word for that. Where's Dave?"

"He was doing some bookkeeping in the den, last I saw of him." She smiled inwardly, remembering the interlude with Dave, right here on this bed. Then later in the shower. She still tingled. Maybe she'd try looking in on him at bedtime.

"Are we going out for dinner tonight?"

"Yes. Dave made reservations at the little Italian place on Hoover."

"That's a really romantic place, as I recall."

"Yeah. All those candles and the red-checked table cloths. He said it was just as I remembered it."

"Good. I'll get a shower and get ready."

Anne went down to the den first to see Dave. He was at the computer again, up to his elbows in spreadsheets and tables.

"Hi, babe," she said. She went behind his chair and began massaging his shoulders.

"Mom, you'll make me come."

Anne leaned over his shoulder and kissed him. "Hush! Julie will hear you."

"Nah! She's busy. We'll have to blast to get her ready to go."

"I'm going to shower. When is the reservation?"

"Six. I couldn't wait much longer than that. Get Julie to get ready, too, okay?"

"Okay. See you in a few."

He watched her walk away. "She does have a lovely ass," he muttered. "And other lovely attributes."

Dinner was great, as always. Carlo always made sure they had a good table and good service. The food took care of itself. They left after finishing the second bottle of Chianti. Anne's head rested on Dave's shoulder. She had to control the impulse to slide her left hand up his thigh. Julie chatted about how the restaurant was, indeed just as she remembered it.

Dave pulled into the garage. He closed up and followed the ladies into the house.

"Well, I'm ready for bed," Anne said.

"Me, too," Julie and Dave said almost in unison.

Julie was first to the stairs, followed by Anne and Dave. Dave kissed his mother goodnight. She held the kiss perhaps a little too long.

"I'll see you later, lover," she whispered in his ear.

"Think that's wise?"

"Yes, if we're quiet. Really quiet."

He went to his room and stripped. He turned the light off and lay on his back. His thoughts, naturally, drifted to his adventures with his mother and twin sister. His cock stirred, then shot up like a flagpole. He almost dozed off when his mother came into his room. She wore only a thin satin robe, which she let slip into a satin puddle at her feet.

She got in bed with him and began to run her hand up and down his body.

"Oh, honey, you feel so good!" She concentrated on his stiff cock.

"You feel pretty good, too, Mom." He gasped as her mouth captured him. He was really looking forward to the special treat she would give him.

Suddenly, she turned, keeping her mouth on him, and lowered her fragrant pussy to his mouth. He plunged his tongue inside her and tasted her juice. She shivered and took him in all the way.

Now, it was a race to see who would come first. Dave lapped at her pussy lips, slowly, tantalizingly, until he reached her clit. He was merciless in his assault. His reward was feeling her body spasm and her mouth tighten on his cock as the orgasm claimed her.

He moved under her and rolled over on top of her. His cock sought the entrance to her hot wet pussy. He slid in with almost no restriction, except for the natural tightness.

"God, baby, I'm coming," she whispered hoarsely.

Dave kept thrusting deep within her, then withdrew slowly, then plunged in again. Her nails raked his back as she came again. His movements became more urgent and she knew what was about to happen.

"Oh, Dave, honey! You know what I need," she said in his ear. "Give it to me, baby, give it to me!"

Dave took only two more thrusts, then pulled out and aimed for her gorgeous mouth. She gripped him and held him as he shot spurt after spurt into her sucking mouth. He was unaware of it when she came yet again as she swallowed his essence.

Consciousness returned slowly. He finally became aware of her again as she held him against her.

"Mom, you're gonna kill me. One of these times, I won't come back."

"I guess that's a compliment. It is, isn't it?"

He stroked her hair. "Of course it is. You're amazing, mother dear."

Julie fought to keep awake. She wanted to be sure her mother was asleep so she could seek out her brother's arms again. She listened intently and heard nothing but the slight sounds of the house settling in the cool night. She rolled out of bed quietly and put on a light wrap.

She moved on tiptoe down the hall to Dave's room. A sudden sound caused her to freeze in her tracks. Dave's door was opened abut an inch. She crawled on her hands and knees and peered in.

She didn't believe her eyes as she watched Dave and her mother in full 69 position. She watched intently as her mother orgasmed. Julie felt a rush in her stomach and a sudden wetness in her own pussy as she watched the scene unfold before her.

The irony of the situation almost made her laugh out loud. She was on her way to have sex with her brother again, only to find him in the arms of their mother. She stared in awe as Dave got on top and began fucking Anne. She gasped as Dave pulled his gorgeous cock out and stuck it into Anne's mouth. Julie moaned softly as he poured his come into her. She almost came in empathy as her mother had yet another orgasm.

She slipped back to her own room and lay back on the bed. As she replayed in her mind the scene she had just witnessed, her left hand drifted across her breasts and down to her wet pussy. Just a couple of quick flicks of her clit was all it took. She came silently, but almost tore the sheets where she gripped them.

Dave was up early the next morning. He put on a pot of coffee and started some eggs and bacon.

"Good morning, dear," his mother said. She came up behind him and gave his butt a quick pat and managed to rub a breast against him. She sat down at the table. She wore that same satin robe, the one that clung to her like a second skin. She knew he liked it for the way it showed off her breasts and nipples.

"What's up for today, dear?"

He snickered. "You know what's up, Mom." He leered at her.

She blushed crimson. "You know what I mean."

"Yeah, I was just having a little fun. I have a date with the investment dude at 11. We're moving some stuff to a new account and I have to sign some papers. I hope we'll be done by 3. He's popping for lunch, too."

Julie came into the kitchen rubbing her eyes. "Hi, everybody."

"Hello, dear," Anne said. "Did you sleep well?"

"Great. How about you two?" She looked at both of them, trying to hide the smirk that she knew was on her face. Would they see it?

"Just fine, sis. Want some eggs?"

"Oh, yeah, little brother. I could use some eggs." Again, the silly smirk.

Dave dished up the food for the three of them and sat down.

"Dave has an appointment downtown," Anne said to Julie. "We'll just have to find our own amusement."

"I feel like a swim. Maybe we can just hang out by the pool."

"I could go for that."

Dave noticed Julie's eyes on him. She seemed to be staring right into him as though she was reading his thoughts.

"I've got to get dressed and head out," Dave said, getting up.

"I'll take care of the dishes, honey," Anne said.

"Thanks, Mom." He gave her a quick peck on the cheek. He really wanted to take her in his arms and give her a real kiss and feel her breasts against him.

When he had gone, Julie got up, too, and helped her mother clear the table.

"Just put these in the dishwasher. Then we can get our swimsuits on and begin hanging out."

Julie snickered. "We shouldn't hang out too much or we'll scandalize the neighborhood."

"We're pretty well shielded from prying eyes. In fact, you can be nude if you want to.":

"Mom! Such talk!"

"I've done it more than once."

They heard Dave's car leave the drive as they went to change.

Julie appeared in a very revealing dark blue bikini. It showed off her figure to great advantage and had the added effect of accentuating her eyes.

Anne also wore something brief and daring. "You look positively scrumptious, dear."

"You, too, Mom. Good enough to eat." She blushed as soon as the words left her mouth.

They walked to the pool and spread towels on the lounge chairs. They lay side by side quietly until Julie finally broke the silence.

"Mom, I saw you with Dave last night." All she could hear was a roaring in her ears. She realized it was a deafening silence.

Anne sat bolt upright, staring at her daughter. "What did you say?" She didn't believe what she'd heard.

"I said I saw you and Dave making love last night."

"Oh, God," Anne said, lying back down. Her heart was pounding and her stomach was uncontrollable. "How much did you see?"

"Enough to know that it wasn't your first time and enough to know that you were both enjoying it very much. How long has it been going on?"

Anne struggled to keep from screaming. "About two months. It was just before you called to say that you were coming home."

"Then it's been going on since I've been home."

"Yes. We tried very hard to be quiet. God, Julie, what must you think of us?"

She smiled at her mother's obvious discomfiture. "I was thinking of how lucky you are to have a gorgeous hunk like Dave living under your roof, being able to have him anytime you wanted."

"Julie! How can you say that?" Anne smiled wickedly.

"Stop the acting, Mom. You love it and you know it. I know I would."

Anne looked at her daughter. "How did you happen to see us?"

This was going to be the tough part. "Actually, I was on my way to his room to get into bed with him."

"What?" Anne was incredulous.

"Did you think you were the only one attracted to that lovely, hard cock? I've had designs on it for some time, and I finally managed to get a taste of it, myself."

Anne's eyebrows shot up. "When? When did you and Dave ..."

"It was the day you went shopping with your friend."

Anne remembered. It was just a couple of days ago. She and Millie had done a little shopping, but ended up at Millie's house. Anne was still horny from the previous night with Dave. She and Millie ended up in bed. Anne had had three mind-numbing orgasms, partly from Millie's mouth and partly from the image of her son that she kept in her mind all the time Millie was licking her pussy.

She was wet again, remembering the taste of Millie's pussy juice. "Well, tell me about it." She rolled over on her side to face Julie.

"I can't remember for sure how it started. We were just talking... oh, I know what it was. For some reason, we were talking about our respective love lives and I happened to mention about my roommate and good friend Carole. She had told me that she'd had an affair with her brother and that it was the most incredible sex she'd ever had. I asked Dave if he wanted to try it and he said yes. So we did, and it was every bit as good as Carole said it was."

"You and Carole must be very close for her to have told you that."

"Closer than we wanted anyone to know."

Anne looked at her daughter with new eyes. Since they were both guilty of the same crime, neither could remonstrate against the other. Actually, she began to feel closer to Julie than ever before.

"It would appear that we have a little problem, here."

"What do you mean, Mom?"

"Well, here we are, both fucking the same hunk, both guilty of incest, and I'll bet you don't want to give him up any more than I do."

"You're right there, Mom. Now that I've tasted him, that's off the table. But we can't fight over him, and working out a schedule is absolutely absurd. Besides, what if he has an opinion?"

Anne chuckled. "Who cares what his opinion is?" They both burst out laughing.

Anne looked at Julie. The smile was gone, but not forgotten.

"What if we share him? I don't mean I have him Monday, Wednesday and Friday and you have him on the alternate days. What if we make it a threesome?"

"Mom! You have a really perverted streak in you. I love it. I think it's an elegant solution. Besides, there will come a time in the not-too-distant future when I have to leave for another dig. Then, I'll have to abandon him to you. I won't like it, but the facts of life are sometimes harsh."

"But, you'll be back. And anyway, you'll be here for a year, working on your doctorate."

Julie stood up. "I think I'd like to take a shower." She looked down at her mother. "Care to join me?"

Anne looked up at her. Her heart was pounding and her breathing had quickened.

"Yes, Julie. I'd like that." She knew what was coming next. She couldn't wait to see where it would all lead. The thought was causing her pussy to become very wet.

They went upstairs to Anne's room. Anne's hands were shaking as she unhooked Julies top, Julie's hands were also shaking as she performed the same service for her mother.

Anne turned on the water. When it was the right temperature they stepped in and began soaping each other. Their hands moved quickly and expertly, each knowing full well how to arouse the other. They needn't have bothered. They were both already hot just from the conversation.

They stepped out of the shower and dried off, then went to the bed.

Julie put her hands on her mother's breasts. Anne almost fainted from her touch.

"You're so lovely, Mom. No wonder he can't keep away from you."

Anne's nipples were hard and erect. She brought her own hands up to cup Julie's breasts.

"Too bad Dave isn't here. I could use that gorgeous cock to good advantage right now."

"Meantime - " Anne pushed Julie down onto the bed. She dropped to her knees and spread Julie's thighs apart slightly.

"Oh, Mom!" Julie's breathing was getting ragged and deep. She moaned when Anne's tongue began teasing her hot, wet pussy. She came quickly. Wave after wave of delight washed over her. She reached down suddenly and pulled Anne up beside her on the bed. She reversed herself over her mother and they both took great joy in lapping each other's pussy.

They both came in one thundering orgasm. It seemed that they shared one orgasm rather than each having separate climaxes. It all blended together and the whole was much greater than the sum of its parts.

Finally, Julie turned to lay beside her mother and hugged her close.

"It's never been that good before, Mom," she said breathlessly. "Never."

"For me, either, baby."

"I guess we'd better get dressed. Dave should be home soon. Why don't we order in tonight? That way we'll be home when the fun starts. God, is he gonna get it tonight."

"Yes, he will. I can't wait to see his face when he realizes what's going to happen."

"Mom, I have to ask you something about when I saw you two last night."

"Sure, honey, what is it?"

"When you took him in your mouth, I noticed that you held him off so he couldn't go all the way in. Why did you do that?"

She tapped Julie on the forehead with her index finger. "Always the scientist. I guess I won't be giving any secrets away if I tell you. I do let him all the way in, but that's before he's ready to come. When he does come, I only want the head of it in, so I can swallow better, which also gives him maximum stimulation and lets me taste every drop."

"You really like the taste of it?"

"I love it. Hell, I crave it. It also gives him an intense come. Sometimes, it makes him pass out for a few minutes. It also gives me the best orgasms."

"Then, I want to do it, too. I wanted to do it the next time. That would have been last night, but you beat me to him."

Anne kissed her daughter on the forehead. "I'll let you have it tonight. I'm pretty sure you'll like it."

"Me, too."

Dave returned at four to find them sitting in the family room, sipping a glass of wine.

"We're ordering in tonight, if that's alright with you," Anne said, regarding him over the rim of her glass.

"Fine with me. I need a shower after coming back through that traffic." He noticed the peculiar looks both women gave him. He puzzled over it for only a moment then passed it off as his imagination.

"Sure, dear. Is Thai okay with you?"

"Great," he called from the stairs.

"Think we should surprise him in the shower?"

"No," Anne replied. "Let's just wait until after we eat, then we'll ravish him."

They giggled and had some more wine.

"Julie, why don't you take him a glass of wine, but come right back."

"Can't I just give him a quicky?"

"No! Don't let on to anything. Maybe you could grope him once, but that's all."

Julie poured another glass, then went upstairs.

Anne watched her cute little butt as she climbed the stairs. She wanted to start now, but picked up the phone and ordered the food.

Julie knocked on Dave's door. "It's me with a glass of wine for you."

Dave came out of the bathroom, naked. "Gee, thanks, sis."

She looked at him. "You look good enough to eat."

"You, too, big sister."

She went to him quickly and patted his cock. She twirled away from him when he reached for her.

"Maybe later," she said.

"I hope so."

He showered and dressed. He joined them just as the food arrived. Anne went to the door and paid the delivery boy, giving him a generous tip. She brought the food into the family room and spread it out on the coffee table.

"Okay, everybody dig in," Anne said.

They ate, chatting about Julie's work and other irrelevancies. Julie and Anne kept giving each other little knowing glances. Dave didn't suspect a thing. When they finished eating they moved to the sofa. Anne and Julie sat beside Dave. Anne moved close to him, so that her breast pressed against his arm. 

They spent the next couple of hours watching TV. Julie grabbed the remote.

"Hey, this is too tame. Let's watch something with a little zing to it." Her speech was slightly slurred from the wine. She found a naughty movie on the adult channel.

"Wow, sis," Dave said. "Looks zingy to me."

Anne giggled and leaned her head on Dave's shoulder. Julie moved to his other side and did the same. As the movie progressed, Dave began to get aroused. His cock was threatening rebellion again.

Julie saw it and let her hand rest on his thigh. Anne watched with amusement and she, too, was getting a little warm, and her hand moved to his other thigh.

Dave was getting really hard, now. He knew he was trapped. There was no way he could hide or shift or do anything about his raging erection.

"Well, look at this," Julie said, putting her hand on his cock.

"My, my," Anne said dreamily. "I think Dave likes the movie."

Dave was blushing crimson. He was almost in a panic. Both women were now toying with him openly.

"Gosh, Mom, look at this," Julie said. pointing to the source of Dave's discomfort.




Man of the House



It has been so long since I wrote anything that I decide to crank something out quickly. 

It is also my first story written completely in the third person.

It also deals with an idea I have had about certain spinoff sects of a very well known religion, located in Utah. Got to love those spinoffs. 

*

I was brought up in a religious sect where the concept of 'Man of the house' was take very seriously. My father died and it was in the car coming back from the funeral that my mother explained to me how important this was.

She told me that there was only a limited time, perhaps only a few hours, for me to claim my inheritance. If I did not establish my claim quickly, my dad's brother would have a right to claim my father's property and both my mother and my sister would belong to him.

She told me that both my sister and her wanted to be owned by me but that church law required that I stake my claim. She said that by becoming a 'Man of the house' I would be recognized as a full male member of the faith, just like dad had been and that would be a wonderful thing. Women could only be property.

She said that I must 'plow the land' of both her and my sister as soon as possible when we got home. 

I asked her what 'plow the land' meant since we lived in a suburban tract house and she told me that it was an old phrase left over from when the faithful came west and established the promised land. Most were farmers then and the church still used the phrase.

I asked her how I could 'plow the land' and she took my hand and placed it in her lap. She said that this was the land and it was the place that had to be plowed.

I know that it is hard to believe that I had grown up to be a 18 year old man in my faith and had never heard about this but mom explained that it was one of the most closely guarded secrets of the faith and that it had to be never spoken about or the outside world would come and destroy us and the wonderful life we had made for ourselves and all the others in our community.

Then she opened a small pill box and gave me a pill. She told me to swallow it. I asked her what it was and she told me it was one of my fathers Viagra pills and that it would help me fulfill my duty in the next few hours. I told her that I did not think that that would be necessary but the truth is that this was all such a new idea to me that I was worried about how well I would do. She smiled and said it would not hurt and then asked my if I had masturbated that morning. I was surprised that she would ask that but I told her the truth that I had been more interested in getting ready for the funeral and that I had not done that this morning. She smiled and said that that was good.

We reached home and parked the car. My mother and sister asked me to wait in the car for a few minutes while they got ready. She said that they had to assume the initial position approved by the church for this ritual. I did not know what that meant.

I heard my mother calling from the house and went in. The sight before me was more impressive than I had ever seen, and I have seen the Grand Canyon. Both mom and sis were laying on their backs on the dining room table. Each had their legs in the air and were holding their legs up by interlocking their hands under their legs. They were still dressed but had removed their pantyhose, panties and shoes. Their cunts were on display and I could see that they were very aroused.

Mom asked me to put my finger into each of their cunts to prove that God was blessing this 'seeding of the land'. I felt them both and they were wet. Mom said that this was proof that God had chosen me to claim these fields and that I should now take what was mine. I should 'stake my claim' before my uncle came to stake his. 

Mom said not to worry about doing other things with her and sis, that would all come later as I took my rightful place as 'Head of household'. She said that after I had become a man in the view of the church, I could ride them like two rented mules. I had a little trouble with that image. She told me that I had to fulfill my duty now and plow the fields that God had placed before me.

I got undressed quickly and pushed slowly up between my mother's beautiful cunt lips. She moaned and began to rock back and forth on her back. It was incredibly arousing. I pushed all the way in and she said 'Praise the lord' and told me to move in and out until I seeded the land. 

My sister looked a little disappointed so I played with her a little with my right hand, just to keep the field moist you understand.

It wasn't very long before I planted my seed and mom wrapped her arms and legs around me and screamed 'Thank you Jesus!' as she shook all over. She kissed me and told me that I had done a wonderful job and that she was now my property, my slave, my mother-cunt for life.

Then she said I had to stake my claim on my sister. Sis was still on her back on the dining room table with her beautiful cunt fully in view. Mom said that I had to hurry since uncle Bill might be on his way over right now and that sis couldn't stand the idea of being claimed by him. 

I had to admit to mom that I needed a little time before I could do my holy duty again. Both mom and sis looked concerned. Mom slid off the table and began to suck me frantically. Sis got down and started to kiss my ass. I was in heaven but still limp.

I told both my loves to get naked. I thought that might help. They quickly got out of their clothes and began to rub up against me. Mom still played with my dick and sis jammed her finger into my ass. Still no go. The Viagra did not seem to be working.

Mom told sis to run and get dad's vacuum pump. She ran to my parent's bedroom, her ass swinging from side to side, and came back with something I had never seen. Mom quickly shoved it over my dick and started pumping frantically. Both began to rub my legs with their tits and squeeze my ass frantically.

Lord be praise, that did it. Sis got back on the table and mom whipped the tube off me. With a final kiss on my dick she guided me into my sister, got behind me and pushed me all the way in. She knelt behind me and started squeezing my balls. She kissed my ass again and again and told me to do what God was telling me to do. I was certainly trying and in only a few seconds more I flooded sister's field and claimed her as my property. Hallelujah.

Both mom and sis thanked me for my sacrifice and told me that they would do all that the Lord required to please the new 'Man of the house'.

It was then that a car drove up to the house and stopped. I looked out the window and could see my uncle and his wife, my aunt, get out of the car. 

Mom said that we all had to get dressed quickly because it would be shameful for my uncle to see my new property naked. We dressed quickly and stepped out on to the porch. Mom was on my right and sis was on my left.

My uncle asked if he could come in and I said no. I told him that I had just staked my claim for both my mother and sister and that he was not welcome in my house. I could see that he was mad. He asked me if my aunt could be allowed to verify that and I was about to say no but mom said that that was traditional and both she and sis turned to face the house. The raised their skirts and held them at waist height. My aunt came around and put her finger into my mother and then raised her finger to her nose. She did the same to my sister and then announced to her husband that I had staked my claim and was now ready to be proclaimed a 'Head of household' at the next public meeting. My uncle turned away and wrenched the car door open. He was obviously angry. My aunt stood before me, I had turned to watch what she was doing, and secretly licked her finger. She smiled and said I was a good boy and that I should come by anytime.

My uncle and aunt drove away and my girls and I went in to lunch.



Man of the House



For the longest time, Graham had been the "man of the house" and babysitter of his younger sister. Their dad died when he was 8 and Dana, his sister was 6. Delia his mom had used up most of their family savings for medicine and doctor visits for their dad until his death. So she worked two jobs to make ends meet and keep the kids in good schools.

Graham for the most part did a damn good job. He always made sure that the homework got done and the house stayed clean. And he was not overly bossy with Dana, although, to hear her say it, he was worst than their mom was.

It was when Graham was 20 and Dana was 18 that things changed in ways they could never have imagined. Graham attended the local college and worked part-time at night to help mom out. His hours were so erratic that Dana never knew when he would be in or out. And for the most part she behaved herself.

Graham walked in the house at around 6pm. If he wasn't working he should have been in by 4:30. So naturally Dana thought he would be at work until 9:30. Graham walked into the house and could hear his younger sister even as he walked down the long hallway towards her bedroom.

"Oh Steven! Yes Steven! Oh baby, your dick feels so fuckin' good! Shove it deep! Fuck me hard! Oh shit I love to feel you ramming that thing up my hot cunt. Did you like the way I sucked you baby? Did I do it better than that skinny assed Maggie Brewster? Oh fuck! I'm gonna cum! Oh Steven, I'm gonna cum hard!"

Hearing the sounds of his sister getting fucked, Graham grew angry. He had told Dana over and over that she was not to have boys over when he or mom was not home. And here she was not only having company, but having sex in her bedroom. Well he would make her think twice before she ever did it again.

Pushing open the door, he saw Dana up on her bed. At 18, she had the body of a young woman. And even Graham could appreciate her looks. She had nice full tits with big nipples like her mom had. Her hips were round and were in proportion to her height. Her soft chocolate skin had a nice sheen from the sweating the two had worked up.

Steven, her current boyfriend was behind her. Graham took a second to look at the two of them. Dana, so dark and lovely, looked exquisite besides Steven. The boy had no real color. His white skin didn't have a tan and shown sickly compared to her chocolate complexion. 

They had their backs to him, and from the size of the boy's balls, Graham didn't think that he could have had too big a dick. But he was sure hammering Dana's cunt from the back.

"Oh yea! Take my cock! Damn girl! Your pussy is so tight! And Maggie never sucked my cock the way that you do. I'm glad that you're on the pill. I love feeling my scum shoot up your black cunt. You like my big white cock, don't you slut?"

Dana was humping her ass back to meet his thrust. She was right on the verge of Cumming. "Yes you white fucker! Fuck my black pussy! You love it! No white girl fucks the way I do! Oh fuck! I'm there! I'm Cumming'!"

It was at that moment, that Graham grabbed Steven by his long blond hair and yanked him backward. Steven screamed just as Dana started Cumming. She felt his dick pull out her cunt and cried out. "No! Keep fucking me! I'm Cumming you bastard!"

Then she heard her brother hitting Steven. "If I ever catch you around my sister again, I'll cut off your balls and feed them down your throat." She turned around and saw Graham deliver a blow to the young white boy that left him curled up in a ball crying out for mercy.

"Graham! Don't! Please stop! Don't hurt him!" 

But Graham was too angry to hear her. He delivered another punch then grabbed the boy by his hair. "I should throw you out naked. But then mom would find out. Get dressed and get the fuck out! If I ever see you around my sister, I'll kill you! I swear on my dad's grave that I will!"

Steven, still crying, pulled his pants on. He pulled his t-shirt over his head and practically ran out the door. Then Graham turned his attention to his sister. 

"Graham! You had no right!" 

That's as far as she got, before she cried out. Graham had grabbed her by her hair and pulled her forward. Placing his hand in the middle of her back, he pinned her to the bed. 

"You little tramp! What if mom had come in and saw that? She works two jobs to keep your ass in a good school and here you are letting some skinny assed white boy fuck you in her house. Well I warned you the last time you had a boy over without one of us being home."

Dana struggled, trying to get free. But Graham was too strong for her. "Fuck you! You're not my father! Graham let me up!" Then she let out a loud scream.

"No! I'm not dad! If dad were alive and had caught you, he would have killed the boy then beat you within an inch of your life. And since I'm the next best thing, I'm gonna do as he would have done."

Graham lifted his hand high and slammed it down open palmed across her round butt cheeks. The loud smack resounded in the room mixed with her loud cry. Over and over he spanked his sister. 

Dana struggled harder to get free. But Graham was too strong. Her cries turned to pleas. Her pleas turned to screams. Her screams turned to sobs. And still he kept spanking her. Then he stopped. But he never took his hand off her back or her ass.

"You never were one to learn your lesson. I tried to tell you that I would not allow you to become a slut like some of your girlfriends. But did you listen? No! You have to learn your lesson the hard way."

As he talked, Graham began to rub and knead the soft cheeks of her ass. Dana, her ass on fire, continued to sob and cry into her pillow. Her ass hurt so much; his touch did nothing but make it hurt more.

"You think boys will like you more if you let them fuck you? You think you can use our home for some cheap fuck den? Well since your pussy was just as much the culprit, I'm gonna spank that too!"

Graham grabbed his sister and flipped Dana over onto her back. Her sore ass rubbing against the rough blanket made her cry out. Before she could even close her legs together, Graham delivered the first slap to her exposed pussy.

Dana had more hair around her pussy than the 20+ year olds that Graham fucked. But it did nothing to stop the sting as his palm landed on her already swollen pussy lips. Her scream shook the room. It felt like someone had poured molten fire on her cunt.

Not wanting to have the neighbors hear Dana's screams and come to investigate, Graham looked for something to gag her with. Lying up by her pillows were her discarded panties. From the moisture that had soaked the crotch, her and Steven must have been making out for a while before he started fucking her. Graham grabbed the soaked, soiled panties and pushed them in her mouth. Dana had clamped her legs tight and was struggling for all she was worth. 

Graham grabbed one of her big nipples and twisted viciously. Even thru her gag, Dana's scream could be heard. "Open those thighs and take what you deserve tramp. Do it! Or I'll make your nipples so sore you won't be able to put on a top for weeks." Graham twisted the other nipple.

As soon as Dana opened her legs, he slapped her pussy again. It went that way for the next 5 slaps. She would close her legs, he would twist her nipple, and when she opened her legs, his hand was a blur slapping her pussy. 

Dana's cries of pain slowly turned to soft whimpers. Her whimpers turned to soft moans. Then as his slaps against her throbbing pussy, continued, her moans grew louder. Graham noticed that Dana was lifting her hips when he slapped her pussy and lifting her chest when he would twist her nipple. Her cries were moans. And when he looked down, her pussy was dripping.

He stopped and let his hand rest on her cunt. There was no mistaking the way she moved her hips. She was rubbing her cunt against his fingers. And when he looked at her face, Dana was staring directly at him. 

Graham stroked her slit and Dana let a long moan escape her throat. He pulled her panty from her mouth and watched her work her lips trying to get enough saliva to talk. He rubbed her slit again and she closed her eyes and pushed her hips up to his fingers.

Graham watched his sister's face as he continued to rub her slit. Dana's eyes were opening and closing. And each time she opened them, she looked directly at him. 

"Open wider! Open those thighs all the way, you little tramp!"

Dana moaned as his fingers stroked her swollen, stinging clit. But she opened her legs as wide as she could. Graham pushed his thumb down on her clit and she moaned loud. 

"You like this don't you tramp? You like feeling my fingers stroking your nasty cunt. Does it feel as good as when that white boy does it? Do you just like to let white boys fuck you?"

Before Dana could answer, he delivered another stinging blow to her now fully open cunt. With her legs open wide like this, her pussy lips gapped open, and he slapped directly into her wet cunt.

Dana screamed loudly. Then she began to hump her ass up off the bed hard. "Graham you motherfucker! What are you doing to me? You have my pussy so fucking hot! Please Graham! Please don't stop? Graham! I'm Cumming! Spank my pussy! Spank it hard! SHIT! FUCKIN' SHIT!"

Graham slapped her pussy over and over. Hard! Soft! Slow! Fast! Over and over he slapped her open pussy. Then with a scream, Dana arched her back and practically lifted her whole body off the bed. 

Graham shoved two fingers into her cunt and fucked her with them hard and fast. Dana cried out again and this time, her climax also brought on a flood of hot cum juice. 

Graham was surprised when her cum shot from her pussy. He had heard of girls ejaculating but always thought it was just a myth. But there was no mistaking what was taking place before him.

Dana fell back on the bed. She lay so still, Graham grew scared. Then she began to stir. Dana opened her eyes and looked at her older brother. Her chest was still heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Then she began to smile.

"Damn Graham! I never had anything like that happen to me. What the fuck did you do?"

Graham looked down at her. Damn! He had never realized just how beautiful his little sister really was before. She was always a younger version of mom. Only she was a true pain in the ass most of the time. But after seeing her cum as hard as she had, he was seeing her as a woman and not as his sister. And there was no hiding the fact that what had just happened had gotten him hard and horny. His dick was threatening to burst thru his pants.

"I gave you the spanking you deserved. I won't have my sister acting like the neighborhood tramp."

Dana looked down at his pants. She looked up and saw that Graham was watching her. She smiled as she looked up at him. "Did you get that hard from spanking me? Or did walking in and finding Steven fucking me get you that way?"

Graham never took his eyes off of hers. "You're my sister! But spanking you and seeing you cum the way you did, there was no way I could have stayed soft. But like I said, you're my sister! So don't go getting any funny ideas. As hot as you have me, if mom even thought that I was doing anything with you, she would cut my dick off and feed it to me in small pieces."

Dana laughed. Reaching out her hand, she touched the lump in his pants. Graham didn't move, as she let her fingers trace his length thru the material. "From the size of this dick, you would have a full meal. Take it out and show me."

Graham brushed her hand away. "Fuck you! Fucking the kids in the neighborhood is one thing. Fucking your brother is way out of line. That's incest!"

Dana moved her legs open so that he could see her dripping pussy. And Graham's eyes went straight to her open slit. Even her bushy hair couldn't hide her swollen lips and the amount of crème that still surrounded her gaping cunt.

"Were you thinking about incest, when you were rubbing my cunt? When you were twisting my nipples and spanking my open pussy, did you think about incest then? And what about when you rubbed my "G" spot? You knew that you would bring me off. But you didn't stop, did you? Incest is when a grownup molests a little kid. I'm 18 and haven't been a virgin in awhile. 

Shit! The only hole I'm virgin in is my asshole! Look at my pussy Graham. Tell me you didn't like spanking it! Tell me you didn't get hot shoving your fingers up my cunt and fucking me hard and fast! Look at your pants. Your pre-cum is forming a big wet circle. Come on big brother. You know that if you got up and went to your room right now, you would whip that dick out and stroke it til you came. Take it out and let me see it."

As she talked, Dana kept her hand stroking on his throbbing shaft thru his pants. She was slowly rubbing and stroking him. And Graham was getting more and more turned on. Then he pushed her hands off and stood up. His dick was really poking against his pants and this made him seem even bigger than when he was sitting down.

"Dana I swear! If you don't stop right now, I'm gonna whip your ass all over again."

Dana smiled up at him. "Yea! Spank me again! Spank my pussy hard! Twist my nipples til I cry out. Did you like pushin' my soaked panties in my mouth? Is that how you like it? Come on big brother. If you take it out and let me see, this little tramp will suck it til you cum. You know you want to cum."

Dana slid off the bed and sliding to her knees crawled to her brother. Graham stood as if in a trance as his sister crawled to him. Then reaching up, she grasped his zipper and slowly pulled it down. Graham's dick pushed out between the opening.

Dana looked up at her brother as she opened her mouth and took the swollen tip in between her lips. Graham groaned as he felt her soft lips take hold of his throbbing cock head. Dana didn't take her eyes off his, as her tongue slid all around the head. Then she slowly sucked in until she had his swollen head in her mouth.

Graham watched as she pulled back, allowing her tongue to slide to the tip of his hard dick. She licked right into his pee hole. "Mmmmm! You taste a lot better than any of the other guys I sucked." Then she slowly slipped her mouth even deeper over his dick.

Graham groaned louder! "Oh you little tramp! Suck it! Oh fuck! My own sister is sucking my dick! Mom would kill us if she ever found out!"

Dana slipped her mouth from him. "I won't tell her, will you? Or maybe I will. If you don't let me suck this dick until you cum in my mouth, I'll tell her that you came in and found me and Steven fuckin'. She'll be mad as hell, but then I'll tell her that after you beat Steven's ass and thru him out, you spanked my ass and pussy then raped me. I think that she'll believe me. Don't you?"

The smug look on Dana's face caused Graham to snap! He grabbed her by her hair and yanked her off his dick. "You gonna try to blackmail me you tramp? I whipped your ass once, and I'll do it again! I'll show you just who the fuck you're fuckin' with!"

With that, he threw her on the bed. Before she could even begin to struggle, Graham attacked her pussy with a vengeance. His slaps this time were designed to deliver maximum pain. And Dana cried out for the first few. Then she began to moan and hump her pussy up to meet them.

"Yea! Spank my pussy hard you bastard! You know you want to fuck me! Admit it Graham. You would like nothing better than to shove that big hard dick up my hot cunt. You called me a tramp. Well I'll be your tramp Graham. Would you like that? You can spank me and fuck me whenever you want."

Graham looked down at his sister. As much as he hated to admit it, he wanted nothing more than to be able to fuck her. She was a slut! There was no nice way to label her actions. And right now, she wanted nothing more than to have him fuck her. 

Graham grabbed Dana by her thighs. Pulling her to the edge of her bed, he wedged his body between her open thighs. "You want me to fuck you, you nasty slut? You want to feel my hard dick slamming into your hot nasty pussy? Ok bitch!"

Dana's pussy was already soaked. She had cum twice already, not to mention the crème from having been fucked by Steven. But Steven was in no way as big and thick as he was. 

Her eyes grew wide as Graham slammed his dick in her cunt. Then she screamed. "Graham! Wait! You're too big! You're hurting me!"

I looked down at her. "Oh no bitch," I said as I pulled almost all the way out and slammed her again. "You wanted me to fuck you. You wanted to feel my dick. Well you're gonna get it! You're gonna get it good!"

I fucked Dana for all I was worth. And after a few cries and struggling to wiggle her ass from beneath me, she began to fuck me back. I was gritting my teeth, trying to make it hurt. I wanted her to feel pain from my fucking.

"Oh you bastard! You're tearing my pussy! Graham! You're hurting me baby! Oh fuck! That feels so fuckin' good! You have such a big cock!"

I was lost in her cunt. Fucking my own sister, I felt like my dick had grown two more inches and had gotten much fatter. I guess she was just that tight. I opened my eyes and looked at her. I had never seen a look like the one she was giving me.

"Oh yea! I've wanted this for so long. Fuck me Graham! I always wanted you to fuck me! I get so hot thinking about your cock! Wanting it! Wanting to suck it! You can fuck me anytime you want! You can fuck me any way you want! Just fuck me! Fuck mmmeeeeeeeeee!"

With that, I felt her flood my dick and balls with her crème! I didn't know if she was on the pill so I pulled out just as my dick exploded. The first shot hit her face, covering her nose and eyes in cum. The next one hit her tits and stomach! By the final dribble, it was only dropping on her thigh. 

I looked down at my sister. Ashamed at what I had done. But she was smearing my cum across her lips, rubbing it on her tits and stomach. She looked totally satisfied. 

"Damn bro'! That was the wildest fuck I've ever had. I'm gonna have to get you to spank my pussy and fuck me again." She looked at her clock! "Shit! I'm supposed to meet Karen at the park." With that, she jumped up and ran to the bathroom. I heard the shower going. 

Grabbing up my clothes, I headed for my room. I took a shower and was sitting in the living room watching TV when mom came in 45 minutes later. She stood looking at me, but I could see that she was sniffing the air.

Shit! I had forgotten to open the windows and let the smell of fucking clear out of the house. Mom looked at me. "Graham! I met Steven as I was coming down the street. He was crying and said that you beat him up. When I made him tell me why, he said that you came in and found him and Dana in her room. You got mad and beat him up. You want to tell me the truth about what happened?" 

I had taken the blame more than once for Dana's actions. But this time, I wasn't gonna do it! I looked up at mom. "It wasn't my fault! But I took care of it and it won't happen again."

Maybe I was feeling cocky after having given Dana a fuck I think we both wanted for a long time. Maybe I was just tired! But anyway, I looked at mom and she looked at me.

Mom turned around and walked down the hall. She opened Dana's door and the smell was really strong in there. Then she went into her bedroom and closed the door. She came out a few minutes later. Mom wears this old worn out housecoat around the house. We've tried to get her to throw it out but she loves it. Says it feels like an old sneaker. Too comfortable to throw away!

She went into the fridge and came back with a beer. She tossed me one and sat on the sofa next to me. I popped the top and drank a big swig. I watched her take a few small sips. Then she turned to me.

"Ok Graham! That spineless Steven told me everything! He said that you walked in and he was having sex with Dana. He said that you threatened to kill him if you caught him with Dana again. He told me that you beat him up and threw him out. But he said that he peeked in the window and saw you spanking your sister."




Man of the House



I froze! Did he see me fucking her too? Did he tell mom that I fucked my sister after spanking her? I waited with held breath. I wasn't about to give mom any more information than Steven did. And when I found him, I was gonna beat the shit out of him for telling.

Mom took another sip from her beer. Then she set her can down and looked at me. "The smell in this house didn't all come from Steven and Dana. He told me that he had just gotten started when you caught them. You want to tell me the rest of the story?"

I looked at mom. Fuck! She knew that there was more to it than what he had told her. And mom always knew when I was lying or making up some bullshit story to try and fool her.



Man of the House



"Get the fuck out! If I ever see you in this house again, I'll kill you! I swear I will!"

I stood over my father's body, seething with rage. He was drunk and bloody. He didn't show up that way. Well, not bloody anyway.

I walked in at the wrong time. For him. I had been out playing football with my friends. We met every Sunday afternoon and played a pick-up game with whoever else showed up to the field behind the National Guard Armory. After about two hours of full-contact football, I was sweaty, gritty, scraped up, and exhausted. A few of us stopped off to eat some pizza before I drove home.

My stomach knotted up when I saw my dad's truck in the driveway. I parked at the curb and as soon as I rounded the bumper of my car I heard my mom yelling with a return from my father. I burst forth in a run across the lawn when I heard a sharp scream from my mom. I had heard that scream before, countless times while growing up. It was the immediate response to the hand across her face, usually knocking her to the ground.

I burst through the front door, never stopping to close it. I kept running through the narrow hall, following the noise of repeated smacks peppered through constant begging and crying. As I rounded the corner, breaking the rule of removing my shoes before walking on the carpet, I saw my dad bent over, his hand wrapped around my mother's bicep, her form cowering on the floor. His hand was back over his head for another blow as he spit insults at her. 

His "bitch" was cut off when my shoulder caught him under the arm, his feet leaving the ground before he landed on his side on the living room carpet. He didn't have time to recognize my face before my left hand had a fistful of t-shirt and my right fist smashed into his face repeatedly. 

It wasn't until my mother screamed at me to stop that I came out of my rage and stood up, dropping my father onto the carpet. Okay, so I shoved him onto the carpet.

"Get the fuck out! If I ever see you in this house again, I'll kill you! I swear I will!" It was hard to see with the tears in my eyes. He was blurry, but I could tell his face was spattered with blood. He was barely moving, but he groaned. He was obviously dazed, which was a step further from death than I had wished, but there it was. Naturally he wasn't in any position to leave on his own, so again the responsibility fell to me. His responsibilities had always fallen to me.

I pulled him up by his arm, enough to get my other arm around his ribs. As much as I wanted to drag him out by his feet instead, I carried him like a drunken friend, dragging him to the front door and off the porch, literally dropping him on the lawn. Confident he wasn't going back into the house, I walked next door and knocked on Mrs. Wilkes' front door. After a moment, she opened it and her face showed that she knew what I needed.

"I'll get the camera," she said.

I nodded. "Thank you."

Mrs. Wilkes had lived next door to us for as long as we'd lived there. When we moved in, I was six and my sister, Erin, was three. Mrs. Wilkes and her husband didn't have any children of their own, so she treated us like family, watching us when needed, and sharing in celebrations of birthdays and Easter lunch. They were a few years older than my parents, her husband a retired Air Force colonel who became a golf pro, and she spent her time volunteering with charities.

The first time she let on that she knew, we had lived there about two years. Years later, mom told me the story after she had requested I go get Mrs. W. After Mrs. W. came and took some pictures, sending me out of the room while she did so, I asked mom about it.

Taking a deep breath and patting her bed, mom sat down on the edge and I took a seat as she had invited. "A few years ago, your father and I had a fight. You and Erin were at school and your father was drunk. Again. Unsurprisingly, it got heated quickly and your dad started in on me. When he had his fill of beating me, he left and I cleaned up and went outside to trim the rose bushes. Gardening has always comforted me, you know." I nodded. 

"As I worked on the roses, I didn't hear her walk up, but she had approached the fence and caught me off-guard. 'Michelle, are you all right?' she asked. I thought I was, but I just started crying. Maybe it was too fresh or maybe it was just that she asked. She immediately pulled me to her and hugged me over the fence." She laughed a little and said, "I remember the thorns digging into my hip and leg, but didn't want to say anything. When I had settled down, she invited me to her house for tea. While we were there she told me that she had heard us several times, but didn't want to make things worse for me by imposing. That day, however, she said she had had enough. She had been doing some research and called a friend of hers at social services who works with victims of abuse. She said the best thing to do is to be a safe place. 

"So Mrs. W. offered to help me build a case if I ever decided to press charges or file for divorce. Or...to help the police if something...should happen to me." She took a deep breath. "So she took me upstairs and took pictures of my injuries while they were fresh. She keeps them in a safe place so your father can't find them in our house and get rid of them. She's been taking pictures ever since."

I can't count the times I've been to Mrs. W's house at my mother's request. And somehow she was always able to treat my father as if she didn't know what he had been doing. Up until the separation last year, that is. My mom had finally had enough and kicked him out, threatening to call the police. She still hasn't called them and she hasn't filed for divorce. I think mostly she just wants to feel safe, not be single. A separation means hope, but a divorce doesn't.

Mrs. W. followed me back over to the house and as we rounded my dad's truck at the end of the driveway, she stopped and gasped, "Oh, my."

"Yeah," I cleared my throat. "I, uh..." I was suddenly embarrassed and looked down.

"I see," she said with a smirk, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder. "Let's go take care of your mother."

When we got inside, mom was still curled up against the wall where I left her, but now she was crying. I felt like a shit for not coming back in to check on her. What a dick move. I rushed over to her and knelt down beside her. "Mom." She looked at me, her eyes red with tears, and her left cheekbone swollen. She had blood streaking out of her left nostril and her lip was cut open. "I'm sorry I left you. Are you okay?" She placed her hand on my cheek and nodded, reassuring me that she was not upset with me. She knew the necessary routine.

She looked past me to see Mrs. W. standing behind me. "Oh, Trish, I'm so sorry to call you again." She began to cry again.

Mrs. W. was at her other side in a blink, talking as she crouched down, the camera hanging from her wrist by the strap as she reached around my mother's shoulders. "Believe me, dear, you're not the one who should be apologizing." 

Again mom nodded. Carefully, we helped my mother to her feet, me on one side, Mrs. W. on the other. They didn't even bother asking me to leave the room this time like they usually did. Mrs. W. just began taking pictures from different angles, making sure not to miss any wounds. "Cory," she called. 

I snapped out of my haze. "Ma'am?"

"Why don't you go get something to help me clean her up while I finish this?"

"Yeah, sure." I turned and went upstairs to grab a washcloth, some cotton balls and hydrogen peroxide, then halfway down the hall, I remembered I'd better get ointment just in case and returned to the bathroom before bounding down the stairs. I u-turned the corner into the kitchen and stopped dead in my tracks.

"Son of a bitch," I muttered. Mrs. W. was snapping pictures of my mother topless. But that wasn't what surprised me. My mom had her back to me, so all I saw was her back, but she had large welts and bruises across her back and around her upper arms where my father was fond of grabbing her.

At my voice, my mother jumped and hugged herself as if hiding her breasts which I couldn't see anyway. "Cory!"

"I'm sorry, mom. Here, I'll turn around." I turned my back to them and saw a couple more camera flashes reflected on the wall, hearing the electronic click of the digital camera with each flash.

"There. That should be enough for now," I heard Mrs. W. say. "You can turn around now, Cory."

I turned around just as my mom's shirt dropped to her waist. She brushed her short brown hair behind her ear, looking sheepish as if I had just caught her doing something she shouldn't have been.

I pulled a chair around from the table so I could clean mom's face and Mrs. W. took the washcloth to the sink to get it wet. As we began to gently clean her up, Erin came through the front door and stopped when she saw us at the table.

"Oh my god! What happened?"

"Dad."

"Asshole!"

"Erin!" mom corrected her.

"What mom?" my sister dropped her shoulders and crossed her arms. "He's not?"

Mom didn't say anything, but gave her a stern look of disapproval. She knew Erin was right, but she also didn't like her kids talking about their father that way. She had told us repeatedly. There's no telling what was coming for me later after the beating I gave him.

I continued to clean mom's cuts as I asked Erin, "So I'm guessing he's not here anymore?"

"What? No. His truck isn't here."

"That makes sense," said Mrs. W. "Since you didn't step over him on the lawn." She winked at me and I smiled back. I looked at mom and she gave me a half-hearted smile and mouthed, "Thank you."

"What do you mean?" Erin asked, approaching us and pulling out a chair at the table to sit down. No one said anything. "Mom?" Erin persisted.

"Your brother kicked him out. Well, dragged him out."

"Cory, you did?"

I just shrugged.

"What happened?"

"We'll talk about it later, baby," mom replied. For now, would you please spray the carpet by the couch so I can clean that up when I'm finished here? 

Erin turned around to look at the carpet and saw the blood stains on the light brown carpet. "What's that?" she asked, getting up to look closer.

"Your father," mom said, winking at me.

"Holy shit! Cory?" She whipped her head around at me, a huge smile on her face.

Again, I shrugged, smiling back at mom, continuing to clean the cut at the outside tip of her eyebrow.

Erin practically bounced over to the kitchen sink, getting the carpet cleaner before shaking her head and laughing a little as she sprayed the carpet. We've used a lot of that cleaner over the years, but it's mostly been for mom's blood. I think this is the first time it's ever been used on dad's.

After mom was cleaned up, Mrs. W. went back home to print the pictures for the file and to stow the pictures and a printed, dated report in the file, along with the original camera disc. She assured us that she stored them in her firebox with their important documents in case anything ever happened to her, so that we could have access to them. Col. W. knew about it, but promised to keep his nose out of it until invited in.

After Erin cleaned the carpet, she went upstairs to draw mom a bath to relax her and to heal her wounds a little, hopefully preventing any additional soreness in her muscles. As I was putting the cotton balls and peroxide back into the first aid kit, my mother took my hand and pressed it against her right cheek, the one that wasn't swollen. "Thank you, baby, for taking care of momma." I hadn't called her momma since I was little. 

"I love you, mom." She wasn't looking at me, but was still looking down, as if ashamed.

"I love you, too, baby."

I finished putting everything back and closed the lid to the plastic box. "Here, let's get you upstairs for your bath." I wrapped my left hand around her back and took her right hand in mine, when she grabbed my wrist and fingers.

"Oh, Cory, your hand!" She was looking at me with that same look that she had given me when I fell off the top of the slide and when I dropped off the monkey bars and when I got spiked as a catcher in high school. Her brow was furrowed up and her deep brown eyes filled with tears.

"It's fine, mom." I pulled my hand away.

"It's not fine!" she snapped, looking me in the eyes. More gently, she said, "Let me clean that up for you. She pulled me toward my chair again, and reached for the first aid kit.

I sat in my chair and laid my hand on the table and winced as she cleaned out the cuts on my swollen knuckles. I don't know if I caught dad's teeth a few times or what. Honestly, I'd only been in one other fight in my life, which was in middle school and that fight was with Mark Harvey. We mostly rolled around on the ground stretching each other's shirts and taking the occasional shot to the ribs. Nothing like this.

After a few minutes of complaining about the sting and my mom telling me to hold still, she put everything away and held my hand. Looking into my eyes, she told me, "I don't know how to thank you for what you did for me today. I was shocked when it happened, but I was more scared for your father. I've never seen you so angry before. You've always taken care of me after a fight, but I've never seen you in one. So thank you. But don't ever do that again. Okay?"

"I can't promise that, mom." I looked at her, tears in my eyes. "Something just took over today, you know? It's almost like I couldn't control it. I'm afraid I'm just like him."

"You're nothing like him!" she yelled, jolting me. "Don't say that!" She calmed a little and continued on. "Your father is an angry drunk. You're a protector. You're the kind of man any woman would be lucky to have. Right now I'm lucky you're here. With me. And with your sister. She looks up to you, you know. A lot."

"Well, I guess I have to be the man of the house now?" I asked.

"Baby," mom countered, peering straight into my eyes, "You've been the only man in this house for a long time." She patted my cheek and leaned forward to kiss me right at the corner of my mouth. It's been years since that happened. When I was a little boy, we used to kiss on the mouth, but when I got older, it moved to the cheek. I was surprised and a little confused. But not offended. Not in the least.

"Bath's ready," Erin said. She had apparently just walked into the kitchen as we finished our talk. "Come on, mom," she said, helping her up and giving me a little smile, "I'll help you in so you don't fall."

"Thank you, sweetie. I hate that you have to help out so much."

"Not at all." With that, Erin helped mom up around the corner, slowly shuffling and moving very slowly up the stairs. A few minutes later my sister returned as I was rinsing out the washcloth in the kitchen sink, trying to get the blood out of it with dish soap.

"So," she said, popping up to sit on the counter, "Tell me about it." I sighed, but then relayed the story the best I could remember, stopping to fill in details as she interrupted to ask for them.

Let me tell you about my sister. Erin has always been popular at school, and for good reason. She's outgoing, athletic, compassionate, and naturally beautiful. She took after our dad's side of the family. Her hair is long and blonde, lighter in the summer, darker in winter. She has gorgeous blue eyes and moderately tanned skin. She doesn't do tanning beds or spray, but she's outside playing soccer or competing in swim meets enough that she has a good solid base. Her form is lean, but not skinny. She has a little curve to her hips, with an amazing rear end. Her breasts are smaller, but still look great on her. In her racing suit, she looks sleek and athletic, but in her bikinis she looks incredibly sexy and tone.

Our mom, on the other hand has more fair skin and dark brown hair with a little hint of natural red tint to it. Her eyes are deep brown and she keeps her hair too short to reach her shoulders, but long enough to touch the collar on her suit jacket. Her hair has a little more wave to it, making it full, but stylish. She is very classy and modest in her wardrobe and some of my friends have made comments about her, much to my embarrassment. But I can't say they are wrong. Her figure is a little more full, probably from age and two pregnancies, but she is still pretty small, and curvy. Her breasts are bigger than Erin's, but aren't huge. She works out regularly, running and swimming, so she has a good solid form.

I have the blond hair of my dad, but my mom's brown eyes. I tan pretty easily and keep in shape by just playing racquetball and football with my friends a few times a week. At 22, I'm finishing up college in a few months and have a couple of offers on the table from local businesses. I didn't want to go too far away because of the way dad treats mom. Erin feels the same way and has chosen to go to the same school I am, which is less than an hour away and has the major she wants as well. And they offered her an athletic scholarship for soccer, which is a great bonus for her and our parents. At 19, she's a freshman who already has the attention of the starting players and the coaches as one of their most gifted players.

"Holy shit, Cor! I can't believe you did that!" She looked excited, but I was still kind of ashamed. She jumped down and wrapped her arms around my neck, standing on her tip toes to reach. "You take such good care of us! I love you so much!" With that she turned and kissed me on the corner of my mouth like mom had before letting go and giving me that beautiful Erin smile.

I hate to admit it, but I felt my dick stir at that one. I know, I was surprised, too. Don't judge me.

"Yeah...well, uh...listen. I need to go clean up and then I'll go get us some cheese steaks for supper."

"Oh, yay! Cheese steaks!" Erin bounced and clapped. No wonder she was popular. She just made me feel like I had stopped the apocalypse or something.

I went upstairs to my room and grabbed some fresh underwear, shorts and a t-shirt before heading into the bathroom. I let the hot water run over me, stinging the scrapes and micro-cuts from the grass on my arms and legs, as I thought about this afternoon. So much had happened in such a short time. I thought about my mom, and how she had been beaten down by my father the jackass for so many years. I saw her cowering in the corner and heard her begging him to stop. Then I heard her scream for me to stop as I beat the shit out of my father in response. I recalled that kiss in the kitchen and then thought about Erin naked, lowering my naked mom into her bath...

Whoa! Where did that come from?! Shaking it off, there was a tinge of guilt in my stomach. But my dick had a better imagination than I did, because he kept writing the story and sending it to my brain. My conscious brain was hitting the delete button over and over in a panic, but my boner kept hitting send.

What kind of a sick fuck am I?!

But there it was, the image of my sister, naked and tan with perky tits arching her back seductively, her perfect ass jutting out as she gently lowered my mother into the tub. My mom's bruises were gone. Her skin was smooth and soft and perfect. Her breasts were incredible and her hips flared to give her that voluptuous figure. My mom's knees were together and as she lowered herself to sit in the tub, she let out a seductive "Mmmmmmm, yeah" when she reached the water. "This feels soooo good, baby. Thank you." She stroked the back of Erin's thigh as she looked up at her face with a faint smile.

"You're welcome, mom. Anything for you. I just want you to be happy," Erin replied, stroking mom's hair.

"You know what would make momma happy, sweetie?" mom asked.

Erin tilted her head to the side, and touched her hand onto mom's. "I can guess," she said innocently. Without another word, Erin stepped into mom's big garden tub, settling in across from her, making a cooing sound as her ass made contact with the hot water. Mom turned around, her back to Erin, and Erin grabbed mom's loofah off the side of the tub, wets it and begins washing mom's back and shoulders. She works down the arms before pulling mom back against her to rest on her. 




Man of the House



Erin continues to dip the loofah into the bath occasionally to re-wet it before bringing it back up to work on mom's body. After working on mom's neck, Erin's hand dips down lower to her breasts, continuing to work in circles, dipping closer and closer. Mom sighs and rests her head back on Erin's shoulder with a contented smile. Erin turns her head to mom with a wry smile and her lips...

"Cory! Are you getting us some dinner or what?!" Erin pounded on the door and yelled at me. My cock was rock hard and my hand was absently stroking it. I let go and argued with myself. On the one hand I was furious at being disturbed. On the other, I shouldn't have been thinking about that anyway.

What the hell was wrong with me?

I turned off the shower and dried off before getting dressed to get the all-important dinner I had promised. Dammit, Erin, I thought, you couldn't give me just a couple more minutes?

I bounced down the stairs and rounded the corner to see mom curled up in the recliner in her bath robe, remote in hand, looking for something good on Netflix. She and Erin were going back and forth about their movie moods and negotiating on what was available and acceptable. When I came in, Erin looked at me and smiled as mom was talking. Did she know something? How could she know something? Calm down, Cory. You're imagining things.

Her eyes bounced down to my shorts and back up to mine. It was quick, almost imperceptible, but I saw it. She was lying sprawled out on the couch in her college swim team shorts and tank top, her tan legs long and lean, and her feet bare except for one toe ring, which for some reason I found incredibly sexy. Her hair was splayed out, hanging over the end of the couch like a waterfall, which she always did when she lay back on it.

I walked up and put my hands on the back of the recliner, which rocked it a little. Mom looked straight up and smiled when she saw my face. "Feeling better, mom?" I asked. 

"Much. Thank you." She reached up and placed her hand on mine, giving it a squeeze.

"I'm calling for cheese steaks. Are you good with that?" I asked.

"Oooh, that sounds good. Thanks, sweetie."

"Get two boxes of fries, Cor," Erin demanded. "I'm really hungry." She raised an eyebrow when she said that. I don't know why she did that. It looked hot as hell and made it sound seductive, or at least flirty, but she was just ordering fries. Damn, my mind is on fire with sex tonight! What the hell?

I looked down when mom said, "Get some cash from my purse." She wasn't looking up any more, but when I looked down, I saw that her robe had ridden up a little and I saw part of her inner thigh where her legs were curled up under her sideways.

"It's no problem, mom. I'll get it." For some reason I looked over at Erin and she had this shit-eating grin on her face before turning back to the television.

"No, let me get it. You don't need to buy dinner." 

I relented and ordered over the phone before heading out to pick up dinner.

"Want some company?" Erin asked, sitting up on the couch.

"I don't know. I hate to leave mom here alone right now."

"I'll be fine, baby doll. Go ahead," mom insisted. 

"Great!" said Erin, popping up off the couch before walking to the front door to slip on her flip-flops. I followed her out the front, locking the door behind me. It made me feel better since mom was alone. We had replaced all the locks after she kicked dad out so he couldn't come in on his own without breaking down the door or kicking in a window. And we added a monitored alarm system.

We got into my Camry and we weren't even out of the cul-de-sac when Erin says, "Dad's a real shitball, huh?"

"Yeah."

"I can't believe he would treat mom that way. He never knew what he had."

"No, I guess not. But some guys are assholes."

"But we know what he had, don't we?" She stopped looking out the window and looked at me instead.

"Uh...I guess."

"Gimme a break. You guess. Mom's the total package! She's generous and loving, she's in great shape. And she's beautiful. Don't you think?"

"I don't know. She's mom." This drew a snicker. "What? Why are you laughing?"

"It's okay to say your mother's pretty. I think she's pretty."

"Yeah, I guess she's pretty." Another snicker.

"Do you think I'm pretty?"

"What? Yeah...I guess. Yeah, you're pretty."

"Who's prettier? Me or mom?"

"Erin, come on."

"What?" she laughed. "Just answer the question, Cor."

"Erin, seriously. Stop." I was getting irate now.

"Okay, just answer that one question and I'll stop. Me or mom?"

I sighed and drove quietly for a minute. Erin didn't say a word. She could tell I wasn't ignoring her, but was thinking.

"Well...I can't say one of you is prettier than the other. You're both pretty in different ways. I mean...that didn't come out right...you're both beautiful. But you look so different that I can't just say one of you is prettier. There's stuff about both of you that I like, but I can't just say that either of you is prettier than the other one." I looked over at her for just a second to see how she responded.

"Good answer. I can live with that." Erin nodded and just looked out the window for the next couple of minutes while we approached the shopping center. Erin chose to wait in the car while I went in and picked up the sandwiches and two big styrofoam boxes of fries.

When I got in the car I handed the bag to Erin who set it on her lap. She didn't say anything until I turned out onto the main road.

"You know I think you look good, too," she muttered.

"What was that?" I asked, not sure what I heard.

Erin cleared her throat. "I said you look good, too. My friends always said you were hot. I don't disagree." I looked at her, but she was still looking out her side window.

I just laughed a little to myself and shook my head. "Well...thanks...I guess."

"What? You are. You're well-built, have nice eyes, funny, and you're super sweet. Like the way you have always taken care of mom and me. It's nice. All that stuff is very sexy. That's the kind of stuff women want in a man. Face it, bro," she laughed, "you're all that and a bag of Funyuns."

I laughed and rolled my eyes. "This isn't awkward at all, coming from my sister."

She just looked away again, and said, "Well it's still true."

Nothing was said for a few miles before Erin said, "God this bag is hot on my legs. Feel this." Before I could respond, she grabbed my free hand which was resting on the arm rest, lifted the bag, and put my hand on her upper thigh, right up against her shorts. "See? Feel how hot I am?"

"Yeah...uh..." I tried to move my hand, but Erin pressed her hand into mine and kept it there. I was getting a little turned on, especially after my recent shower-vision, but had to maintain some control. I had to fight to keep from squeezing her thigh. I hoped that when I got out I wouldn't have an erection, or at the very least, that Erin wouldn't notice that I had one.

Erin finally let me move my hand when we entered our neighborhood, and when we got out of the car, I had a definite tent pole. My shorts attested to the fact. And unfortunately for me, Erin had offered to carry the food and got out of the car before I could object. I had no help here.

"Come on, slowpoke. Mom's waiting." I rounded the car and her eyes immediately shot to my crotch and she smiled as she turned to walk toward the house. Do her hips always move that much? Dammit, Erin! 

I caught up and unlocked the front door, but while I turned to lock it from the inside, I heard Erin blurt out, "Mom, Cory thinks we're hot!" Shit!

"What?!" I heard the recliner springs pop as it swiveled around. "Erin, what are you talking about?" she laughed. I walked into the living room right about then and Erin gave me that killer smile that she has always given me when she's teasing me.

"Weeeelllll, we were talking in the car about how much dad didn't know what he had in you, and Corey said you were hot..."

"Erin," I tried to interrupt.

"...so I asked him who was hotter, you or me...

"Erin!" Louder this time.

"...and he couldn't decide. Right, Cory?" She and mom both just looked at me and my face was suddenly hot.

"Mom..." I stammered, "...see...that's not...Erin called dad a shitball and said he didn't know what he had, and I agreed. Then SHE said you were pretty and asked if I agreed. I said I did, and she started asking who was prettier, her or you, and I said neither. You're both pretty, but I couldn't compare because you're so different. There. That's what happened."

My mom smiled and looked back and forth between Erin and me and they both started laughing. I was embarrassed, but mom got up, came around the counter as she laughed and kissed me on the cheek, saying, "You're sweet." She patted my back. Erin walked up and mom gave her a kiss on the cheek and said, "And so are you, even though you're a stinker! Don't do that to your brother." She smacked Erin on the rear end playfully and walked to the refrigerator.

When mom turned to go to the fridge, Erin got in front of me to get glasses out of the cabinet and pressed her ass against my crotch as she reached. I was still semi-hard, but that wasn't enough for her apparently because she wiggled her hips back and forth, rubbing her butt against me, just for a second. But it was there.

I backed up and she looked over her shoulder and smiled before looking down at my crotch for a second. She looked back into my eyes for a moment, still smiling, before retrieving the glasses and taking them over to fill with ice. Mom poured the soda while I unwrapped the cheese steaks and divided the fries on each of the three paper plates.

"OH! Here's something else we talked about, mom!"

I looked up, terrified, the video of our trip replaying in my mind so I could determine what she was going to talk about. I drew a blank.

"Don't say anything that's going to embarrass him, baby," mom said.

"I don't know why he would be embarrassed. All I said was that a lot of my friends thought he was cute and that I thought that any girl would be lucky to have him."

"Mmm, that doesn't sound so bad." Mom looked at me. "Your sister's right, Cor. You're going to make a young lady very happy one day." Her voice seemed a little sad.

"Or maybe even an older woman," Erin winked. She quickly looked at me before shifting her eyes to mom and back, and wriggled her eyebrows before bursting out laughing as my eyes got wide.

Mom just laughed along, missing it, and said, "Or an older woman, if that's what you want." She looked up at me from pouring drinks. "Is that what you're into? Older women?"

"I...don't...I don't know! God! Why are you both...just...God!" I stormed out of the kitchen and went up to my room, slamming the door behind me. I paced back and forth wondering how the hell I was supposed to get out of this. What did Erin want from me? Why was she teasing me? What did mom know? How did all this start? My thoughts were swimming aimlessly and I felt completely out of control. I was emotionally exhausted from the day.

It wasn't long before there was a knock on my door. "What?" I snapped. The door opened a little bit, slowly and Erin peeked through the crack, gradually sliding her head through as she opened the door further.

"Cory?" she asked timidly. "Can I come in?" Her eyes were full of sadness, not like the Erin I saw just a few minutes ago.

"What, Erin?" I asked harshly. I was still plenty pissed.

She opened the door and kept one hand on the knob, her other hand tracing the hem of her shorts idly. "I'm sorry I made you mad. I didn't mean to. I was just playing."

Turning to look at her between paces, I asked, "Why the hell did you go and tell mom about our talk in the car? As a matter of fact, what was all that talk in the car anyway? What were you thinking?" Okay, I didn't ask it. I almost yelled it. I was hot. I couldn't believe she had done that to me.

"Listen, Cor, I know I shouldn't have pushed you like that and I was out of line. I promise we can talk about it later tonight, but right now, mom's waiting for us and she sent me up here to apologize. Please forgive me." She had her puppy dog eyes on.

I sighed and nodded. "You know I can't stay mad at you." Her puppy pout always made me smile and she knew it.

She smiled back and ran to hug me, saying, "Thank you, Cor." She wrapped her arms around my waist and squeezed me, and my arms automatically wrapped around her shoulders. Her hair had that chronic smell of some kind of fruity shampoo and chlorine. I loved it. I kissed her on the head, which wasn't uncommon, and served to let her know I was sincere in my acceptance. She backed up and quickly planted a quick kiss on my lips before turning and quickly leaving my room.

"But we're still talking later, right?" I called after her.

She was in the hall, but her head whipped back into the door with a big smile and she said, "Promise" before waving and disappearing around the corner again.

I rolled my eyes and followed her downstairs, feeling a little better, but still uneasy. When I grabbed my plate and glass to sit on the couch, mom asked if I was all right. I smiled at her and said, "Just a tough day. I'll be okay." She had a sorrowful look on her face.

"I'm sorry, baby."

"It's okay, mom. Not your fault." I cleared my throat and looked away. Her eyes had started tearing up. "What are we watching?" I asked more cheerfully, trying to change the mood. They had decided on not only a comedy, but one of my favorites. I knew they were doing it for me and was grateful

The cheese steaks were delicious as always and the movie put us all in a lighter mood. I knew they enjoyed it because they laughed more as great lines were approaching and even quoted along with the movie, something my dad used to abhor. "Shut the fuck up," he would slur, his beer or bourbon swinging in his hand. As if he could follow or remember the movie anyway. We had enjoyed our movies a lot more this year with him gone.

When the movie was over, mom was clearly exhausted. She had a habit of falling asleep during movies, but not tonight. Somehow. "I'm turning in," she said. "You guys lock up for me?" she asked as she got out of her chair.

"Sure, mom," Erin said. Erin and I stood up so mom wouldn't have to bend down, and mom kissed us each on the cheek and told us she loved us. We returned it of course. She shuffled upstairs as Erin gathered the glasses to wash in the sink. 

She turned on the water and I leaned up against the counter while she waited for the water to heat up. "Well," I said, "what's up?" She knew what I meant.

"Here? Now?"

"Right here. Right now. Spill it."

She sighed as she squirted soap onto the sponge and picked up the first glass. "How do I start?" A pause. "Okay. I don't want you to be mad or embarrassed because I'm not." 

"I'll try."

She began washing the glasses, never looking at me as she told the story. "Today when I saw you with mom, taking care of her, my heart broke. But when you told me what you did to dad, I fell over the edge."

"The edge..."

"Let me finish," she cut me off. "This is hard enough as it is. I've always looked up to you, Cory." I thought that first glass should have been clean by now, but she continued to scrub. "My friends would tease me about how cute you were, but I would just laugh and roll my eyes as they went on about you. But the truth was that I knew they were right. They talked about how cute you were, and how sweet, but I knew the real Cory. They were only scratching the surface of who you were. Are.

"You have always been my cheerleader. My support. Whenever I would look up in the stands at my games and meets, it was always you and mom. Never dad. Every goal I scored or every time my name was called, you two were always on your feet, cheering and lots of times calling my name. I remember some of the posters you made for my games. I think one of the things that stood out the most, though, was when Todd broke up with me right before homecoming. Even though you had graduated, you came home and took me to the dance because it was my senior year and I wanted to go so bad." She was tearing up a little bit. 

I put my hand on her shoulder. "Erin, I didn't..."

"No, it's okay, Cor." She finally moved to a second glass. "Besides...I've seen the way you look at me." She looked up at me "In my bikini. In my homecoming dress. And tonight when I was lying on the couch. I know how you feel about me, Cory."

My face got hot again and my mouth was dry. I didn't know what to say or how to respond. I couldn't say she was wrong, but I had tried so hard to keep my feelings a secret. To keep to myself how truly beautiful I thought my sister was. She has always been very perceptive, but I was hoping she would have just seen me as a loving older brother who cared for his little sister, not as...well, a pervert.

She didn't look upset. I took a small step which put me right on top of her. She turned toward me. Expectantly? I placed my hand on the side of her face. She bit her lip. I leaned down and gently touched my lips to hers. Only for a moment. Her lips were soft, so soft. She didn't back away or push me back at all. It seemed as if she relaxed into it.

I pulled back a little to look into her eyes. She smiled just a little and she turned to place the sponge and glass in the sink. Wiping the suds on her hands on the front of her shirt, she leaned in and placed her arms around my neck. I kissed her again. My mouth opened slightly, mirroring her own, and I gently slid the tip of my tongue along her upper lip. 

She shuddered and moaned before her own tongue touched mine. Our kiss escalated to apprehensively exploring each other with our writhing pink muscles. She was a great kisser. My arms caressed her back and waist and I couldn't help but grow in my shorts. My sister moaned into my mouth and pressed herself harder against me. One arm quickly moved off of my neck and I almost immediately felt a hand on my crotch, searching me out.

I broke off the kiss and backed away. "No...we can't."

She never took her hand off and she followed me forward. "Yes. We can." She reached up to kiss me again and I let her, but came to my senses again quickly.

"Not here." I looked around.

"Mom." She understood and smiled.

"Mom." I repeated.

"Get the lights. I'll finish these glasses." She scrubbed the last two glasses in record time, rinsing them and placing them in the drainer just as I finished turning off the last lamp. She was waiting for me at the hall to the foyer and she practically dragged me toward the front door. I checked the lock and set the alarm before we hurried toward the stairs, hand in hand. Erin had a giddiness to her step and a huge smile on her face. I'm glad I was behind her because I must have been grinning like an idiot. Was this really happening?

I chased her up the stairs and she headed to my room. "Wait," I said. "Let's use your room."

"My bed creaks."

"My room is right next to mom's. She might hear us."

She seemed to think about it for half a second. "You're right. My room." She pushed me back a couple steps and turned into her room and I closed the door. She had never really progressed in her decorations. Over the years she had moved from Disney princesses on her bedspread and posters, to kittens, to boy bands, and now she was at peace signs and Olympic athletes, particularly swimmers and soccer players. But her bedding was generic, the walls were the same bright green they had been for years, and she still had a shelf of her most beloved stuffed animals and Disney autograph books from our childhood trip. She got so many pictures and autographs from the characters that she had to get a second book after the third day and that one was almost full as well.




Man of the House



I was suddenly nervous. "How are we gonna do this?" I asked. 

Erin was bouncing on her toes, obviously nervous and excited. I had seen her do this countless times growing up. Just before she stepped onto the starting block. While waiting for her name to run onto the soccer field. Waiting for her prom date. And waiting for mom to open her acceptance (or rejection) letter from college.

She looked around and said, "OH! Wait! She grabbed the corner of her bedspread and yanked it onto the floor, then tossed all four pillows onto it. "Spread this out," she said as she passed me to get to her closet. I did as she said, and while I was still working, her purple velour blanket landed in the middle of it, still folded, albeit loosely after the landing. I looked up at her with a smile. Still bouncing. I spread the blanket out over the bedspread and before I got the corner straight, she was on the blanket, kneeling close to me.

I barely caught myself when she jumped on me, but we were quickly locked in a heated embrace, tongues wrestling freely now, no pretense or trepidation. We both knew how we felt and both knew what we wanted. Now was not the time to be shy. She again returned her hand to my crotch and quickly found my erection, which was painfully hanging down to the left, though struggling to find its way upward against my shorts and boxers.

Erin was grabbing at it and it felt like she was trying to bend it up. "Ow!" I whispered. She stopped and leaned back a little.

"What'd I do?"

"It's just...it doesn't bend that way." She watched as I reached down and rotated it up to the 12 o'clock from the 5 as if I was turning back the hands of a clock. "There," I smiled, "that's better."

She smiled and kissed me again, this time her hand readily finding the dick she was looking for, resting comfortably against my stomach. She stroked it gently and freely, exploring and hopefully becoming more comfortable. I have to admit she was doing a good job and I began to breathe heavily and let out the occasional involuntary moan.

Her own breath was increasing and she mumbled into my mouth, "You like that, huh?"

"Uh huh" back into her mouth.

"Then you're going to love this." With that she pressed on my chest as she looked into my eyes and sat back. I settled back onto my butt and Erin hooked her fingers into my waistband, tugging downward. I helped her out by pushing them down and lifting up off the blanket. As she finished pulling them off my legs, I grabbed two of her pillows and put them behind me, and lay back on them. There I was in my t-shirt and boxer shorts. Erin was still dressed in her tank and shorts.

She focused on the tent in my boxers and ran her hands up and down my thighs with a look I'd never seen before. Smiling heatedly at me, she leaned in and ran her face along the side of my erection, separated by only a thin layer of cotton. Her hands both made the trip up the legs of my boxers and with one hand she fondled my balls, with the other she squeezed my shaft.

"You're so warm," she breathed, and then lightly bit the head through my boxers. I jumped at the unexpected move, but quickly relaxed. Erin pulled both hands out from the legs of my shorts and unbuttoned the fly before fishing out my erection and making a "mmmm" sound. She seemed to admire it, stroking it gently, the edge of her forefinger and thumb bumping up against the ridge of the head on each stroke.

"Oh, shit, you feel good," I mumbled.

"Does it feel better than this?" She looked into my eyes as she dipped her head down and ran her tongue from the base of my cock to the head.

"Fuck, Erin!" I blurted out.

"Ssshhh," she giggled, "mom will hear you." She shook her head with a smile before doing it again, this time covering the head with her mouth when she got to the tip. Still stroking with her hand, she licked the tip around and around as her mouth kept me warm. It was all I could do to keep from crying out. I seriously doubted this was her first blow job, but I didn't know that I wanted to know how many she had given before, or to whom.

She continued to take more of me into her mouth, moaning quietly and fondling me randomly with her fingers. She pulled off and dipped her head back down again, sucking first one ball into her mouth and rolling it, then the other before returning to the head to engulf me again. I didn't know how much I could take. I was getting close. "Erin, I'm gonna cum soon."

"Do you think you can go twice tonight?" she asked before dropping her head back down.

"I usually can," I stuttered, trying to control myself.

"Then relax. I can take it." With that she began picking up the pace and started really working me over. She was letting her drool run down over the shaft and her hand, making slurping sounds as I bumped the back of her throat every time she dove down into my lap. My thighs began to tingle right up close to my groin, and my hands gripped the blanket behind me. In a matter of seconds I felt that familiar unstoppable burn firing up through my shaft from my stomach.

"Here it comes!" My breath left me, my core seizing up and I grunted as my hips twitched. I was fully expecting the back of her head to explode out from the force, but she just moaned and buried her nose in my boxers. She convulsed as I blasted into her mouth, doing a series of involuntary crunches. I couldn't see her face, but I imagined her eyes squeezed shut, her face red as she suffocated herself on my spurting head. She continued to swallow, her throat closing around the tip, then releasing repeatedly.

When the blasting stopped, my sister moaned and closed her mouth around the base, pulling her lips all the way up, sucking me dry. "Wow," she muttered, breathless. "How many gallons do you think that was?" She laughed. Her eyes were red and watery, her face red and she was breathing heavily. "But look," she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, "I didn't lose a drop."

I laughed the best I could. "No you didn't." I fell back onto the pillows, exhausted.

"Oh no you don't," Erin objected as she landed on my chest, her face inches from mine. "We're just getting started. I just came while you came in my mouth, but now I want to cum into yours." She laughed and kissed me, grinding her hips on my exhausted penis.

"No complaints here." I grabbed her ass and squeezed as we kissed. While our tongues danced together, I brought my hands up her back, then back down, digging my fingers in under her waistband to feel her naked skin. I was surprised to find she wasn't wearing any underwear under her shorts. When my hands made contact with her skin, she moaned into my mouth, grinding harder against my returning erection. Placing her hands on my chest, she sat up on my crotch, her legs straddling my waist, and pulled her tank top over her head with a smile.

"I bet this is what you really wanted to see." Her breasts were perfect. Small, perky, capped with small pink areola and nipples no bigger than an eraser. 

"You're beautiful, Erin," I professed as my hands moved from her shorts up to her breasts, gently caressing her mounds. "And no tan lines?"

She smiled as she said, "If you would spend more time at home during the day you would know that. Some of the girls come over and tan nude with me since our yard is the most private." My eyes got big at her confession and my cock jumped, which she apparently felt because she squealed like I had goosed her, then laughed. "Like that, huh? The thought of your naked sister tanning with her naked friends just below your window?" She ground against me again as she asked.

"Damn, Erin," I groaned, grabbing a fistful of her hair and with my hand around her back, I pulled her nipple to my mouth. She hovered just above me, moaning and writhing, her hand on the pillow beside my head. I alternated between her nipples, bathing them with my tongue and biting gently on her nipples.

"Oh!" she squealed.

"Sshhh," I reminded her with a smile, "Mom"

"Bastard!" she whispered, laughing as she continued to grind on my lap. 

Since I still had a fistful of hair, I pulled back, not enough to hurt her, just to take control. She laughed as I pulled her head back, causing her to lean away from me and I sat up, pushing her onto her back. Letting go of her hair, I grabbed her shorts and pulled them down over her legs, revealing a narrow triangle of trimmed light brown fur, again with no tan lines. Her lips were shaved smooth and her patch served as a direction arrow pointing directly to her clit.

"You're gorgeous, sis. Your pussy is amazing." I looked up at her face and saw a smile.

"Megan thinks so." I was shocked to hear her say that and my face must have showed it. "Now let's see if you're as good as she is." Erin quickly pressed my head down and I knew what she wanted.

Thoughts of my sister in lesbian action with her short brunette friend Megan circled my brain like toy race cars on a track. They were unstoppable and seemed to pick up speed quickly making the rounds. Visions of Megan burying her head in Erin's crotch, both of them covered in suntan oil, the sun beating down on their shining skin, had my cock straining. The blood was rushing to my dick like people trying to enter an already full elevator, but someone was insisting there was still room. It was almost painful. I had to be careful not to rub my head on the blanket as I licked the crease where her thigh met her vulva.

Her scent was intoxicating. She was already wet. I knew she had already had one orgasm and I couldn't wait to give her another. Or two. Or three. My hands pressed her thighs apart further and I watched as her lips pulled apart, opening to my tongue. Her inner lips were full and pink and right now, kind of stuck together, but the bottom portion had separated. I licked first one crease at her thigh, then the other, circling up and running my tongue through her soft patch of hair before coming back down the other side. 

Erin was getting antsy as I teased her, whimpering and rolling her hips. I brought my pointed tongue back down the crease and felt the transition from firm, stretched inner thigh, down toward the softer flesh of her ass. Circling back in like a u-turn, I flattened my tongue and when I tasted her juices, I turned north and licked straight up through her labia, separating them with my tongue. She moaned and her hand attached to my head. I looked up over her mound and saw her head was rolled back, her nipples pointing straight up in the foreground.

She tasted incredible. "Mmmm, your pussy tastes great, sis." She grunted and her hips twitched at my compliment. I buried my tongue back in and began to explore her inside and out, alternately stroking my tongue up and down, grazing her clit for just a second, and thrusting into her, curling my tongue up before pulling it back out and running it up to her bean again.

Her hand was stirring in my hair, her other hand stroking her breasts and pulling her nipples as she moaned, whined, flinched, thrust, and rolled. I was careful to watch for signals. I played around with her, sucking her labia between my lips, running my tongue along the edge; burying my tongue deep into her and moving it around, and eventually coming back up to flick her clitoris with my tongue. Once I shifted my focus on her love button, she began to respond in earnest. Her breathing was sharp and ragged, she started pulling and rolling her nipples more firmly, her hips jumped in staccato movements and I could see her abs flinching. 

Finally, she lifted her head to look down at me, her forehead in a knot, mouth partially open. Her blue eyes gazed into mine and I smiled, flicking my tongue rapidly across her clit. She bit her bottom lip, shifting her eyes from my eyes to my tongue and whimpered. Pushing herself up into a semi-sitting position, she supported herself with one hand, and grabbed my head with the other, not letting me leave (as if I wanted to).

She moaned and whined as she ground against my mouth, stuttering in a whisper, "Eat it. Lick that pussy. Make me cum." She barely let a sound escape when her eyes pinched shut, she gritted her teeth, and my tongue and chin were flooded with warmth. For a few seconds she continued doing mini crunches, but soon enough she released my head and smiled at me.

I crawled up and kissed her as she lay back on the pillow, her foot caressing the back of my thigh. "How'd I do?" I asked.

She twisted her mouth like she was thinking, and replied. "It's a toss up." She began giggling, that gorgeous smile melting me as I laughed in response.

"Well, let me ask you. Can Megan do this?" I pressed my dripping erection into her velvet pussy, sinking all the way in as her face turned from a smile to a gasp before fading into a look of pure bliss.

She shook her head quickly in an urgent answer and smiled. "No. She most certainly can not." Pulling me down for a kiss, she speared her tongue into my mouth as her other foot came up to hook behind my thigh. I couldn't believe it. I was finally balls deep in my amazing little sister. I was in absolute heaven. I stayed there for a little while, just kissing her and feeling her embrace. The underside of my head was brushed against the knob that was her cervix. What do you know? A perfect fit.

Erin dropped her head back down onto the pillow and began rolling her hips just a little bit. "Go ahead, Cory. Fuck your sister." Her eyes were partially closed, reveling in her own pleasure. One hand was on my shoulder and the other had made its way to her clit where she began brushing against it with her finger tips as I was buried inside. I withdrew just a little, regretting that I had to leave and we both moaned a little at the friction of the movement. I pressed in again.

Over the next few thrusts, I withdrew slowly, each time a little further, and pressed in as deep as I could go. Erin's hand never stopped. In and out I moved, picking up the pace. I raised up on my knees so I could see myself buried in her and my excitement increased another level. As I pulled out, her lips grabbed me, pulling out with me as if they were begging me not to leave. When I pushed in, they followed me in. My shaft was slick with her love, shiny in the light. Her crotch was lubricated all the way around, from thigh to thigh and her pubic hair had a few droplets on the curls where I imagine she had drawn it out with her own fingers. Her fingertips were a blur, pulling her clit side to side, the top end of her lips pulled in the chase.

"Oh, god, Erin. You look amazing." I looked up at her face, curled in a smile of subdued bliss.

"Mmmm, I'm glad you think so. I love your cock. You fill me just right." Her hips continued to roll as I steadily withdrew and pressed forward. Her breath caught in her throat every few breaths and soon her breathing picked up. "A little faster" she breathed. I began picking up the pace a little bit and when she nodded and said, "Yeah. Like that," I tried to hold that rhythm. She continued to work her nipples with her free hand but it wasn't long before her breath started catching in regular intervals and her abs contracted in time with it. "Damn, Cory. You're making me cum." She sounded strained and finally she let out a muted, struggling "Mmmmmmmmmmm" as she clamped her lips closed. 

Dropping back onto the pillow and removing her hand from her pussy, she laughed, "God, this is tough with mom so close. I wanted to just let loose, but couldn't"

"Well, I'd hate for you to get in trouble for fucking your brother. I hope we don't get caught." With that, I laid into her, making a squeal escape from her lungs, and began fiercely pounding into her. I dropped down onto my hands again, hovering above her as my hips bumped her forward, making her nipples dance around. 

"Fuck you," she laughed, trying to stay quiet as the pleasure built for both of us. Her face was constantly transitioning from furrowed brow to smile to pulling me in for a kiss. I think she wanted to use my mouth as a gag to cover her screams. She was fighting hard to keep quiet, but I was fighting hard to make it difficult for her.

"God, you're hot. You've got an amazing body and your eyes are gorgeous, Erin." Again she pulled me in for a kiss and I was getting close.

"Are you close to cumming in your gorgeous sister, Cor? Because she wants her brother's cock to fill her with cum."

"But..."

"I'm on the pill. It's okay," she breathed. "Cum in me."

I couldn't stop now if I wanted to. I buried into her, again resting against her cervix. My sister pulled me down for a kiss and our tongues dueled as I filled her request. She moaned into my mouth and held me tight around the shoulders as if she was afraid I would leave. My dick was throbbing and burning as each load fired into her.

"Fuck, Cory, you cum a ton! I can't wait for you to cover me with it." 

"Oh, Fuck, Erin!" Just the image of blowing a load on her body drained me. A few more pumps and my erection was left with the dry heaves, but still trying.

I dropped to my elbows, giving my arms and legs a break, but I still didn't want to crush her. We kissed, gently, trying not to get too worked up again. I was exhausted, not just from the sex, but from the whole day.

Rolling me off, Erin said, a little too loudly, "I've got to clean up. You're leaking out of me." She stood up and pulled on her cotton bathrobe, tying it closed before opening the door to the hallway. She stuck her head out and looked toward mom's room before stepping into the hallway. She closed the door and I heard the floor creak in the hallway. Damn this house! It was always so hard to sneak in late.

I heard the bathroom door close, followed by another single creak in the floor. That's weird. The bathroom floor doesn't do that. I sat up and took the blanket up before smoothing the bedspread back on the bed and tossing the pillows up there. Apart from the smell of sex and her naked brother, Erin's room was back to normal.

The bathroom door opened and a few seconds later my sister was back in and handed me a warm washcloth to clean my junk.

"Do you want to sleep here tonight?" she asked.

"But your bed creaks, remember?"

"SLEEP here," she repeated.

"What about mom?"

"When's the last time she checked your room in the morning?"

"Good point. But let me lock my door. I have to go to the bathroom anyway."

"I'll be here." With that she shrugged her robe off and posed with her hands on her hips.

"Sleep, huh?"

She giggled and shrugged.

After slipping on my shorts, I opened the door and walked down to the bathroom, locking my bedroom door on the way. I used the bathroom, brushed my teeth and avoided the mirror. While I enjoyed myself and wanted more, I still had a tinge of guilt and couldn't look myself in the eye. How was this going to play out?

Turning the light out before I opened the bathroom door, everything was dark except for the dim light from under Erin's door and a bluish light from under mom's. She must have fallen asleep with the television on, although there was no sound. I opened the door to Erin's room and she had her laptop on her knees as she was propped against the headboard and a pillow, her covers pulled up to her stomach. She smiled at me and turned back to her computer and continued typing. She would smile and type, pause, then smile again, moving her lips as her fingers clicked on the keyboard.

I locked her door and approached her bed. Without looking she said, "No shorts," and kept typing. I stripped off my shorts and climbed into her bed and of course it creaked. 

"Sorry," I said. No response. "What are you doing?" I leaned in and she turned the computer a little toward me, making it easier for me to see. I had noted as soon as I climbed in that she was on one of her social networking pages, but quickly discovered that she was in a private chat with Megan.




Man of the House



"Sorry honey, sometimes things just don't work out like we have planed. We can do it on another weekend, maybe next month." Tom said as he tried to explain to his wife that work has to come first.

"But Tom we can still have some fun this weekend, you'll just have to come down a little late. Mom and dad said we can stay a couple of weeks with them, they don't mind a bit. I'll fly down on Friday and that will give you all day Friday and Saturday to impress the shit out of your boss."

"Are you sure?" Tom said giving her a mean look.

"Yes I'm sure. You can fly down on Sunday, that will give me mom and dad plenty of time to visit aunt Fay, you don't care much for her anyway.

"You have me there." Tom joked.

"Then we will have the whole week for fun in the sun with my folks." Jen said patting tom on the butt.

"Florida dose sound all full nice, and I do have plenty of vacation time saved up. Are you sure you don't mind flying alone. I know how you get on planes."

"I'll be fine Jen said. We will have a blast, mom and dad are dieing to get to spend some time with us."

"Ok Ok sounds like you're not taking no for an answer. But I'll expect something special before you leave, if you know what I mean." 

"Oh you'll get all that and them some." she said with a wicked grin.

"You don't scare me missy, remember I'm the wild one here."

"Oh sweet dear you have no idea what you're in for." she said turning for the bedroom.

A week with thes, what more could a man want. But it is nice to see how Jen seems to come alive when they are around. Its like she is a little kid again. I guess I will have to make the best of it, at least I will get some time to relax by the pool and checkout my sexy looking mother in law. And dam dose she look good in a two piece bikini. But there is my father in law to deal with, he just never seems to be real relaxed around me. I always feel like deep down he doesn't like me, I'm always going out of my way to try to please him, maybe this weekend will give us a chance to finally get to know each other. 

Friday evening came around and Jenny headed off to Florida. Before she left she gave me a little tongue action, but the little tease wouldn't let me finish. She said I will have to wait till Sunday night. And that it would give me something to think about wile I played golf with the boss. Or play with my bosses balls, as she liked to put it. I try to explain that golf is serious business, and that is where all the big deals are make. You get a client out there and get a few bears in them and anything can happen. 

Work and play went all as planed, and with Sunday finally here I set off for Florida. I was time for a little fun in the sun, some swimming and a lot of booze. I landed in Orlando and after turning my phone back on saw I had missed two messages. Both the messages were from Jenny the first one.

"Hey sweetie I guess I missed you. Me mom and dad are up at aunt fays today. We are planning to pick up on our way back. Love you see you soon bye."

The second message told a different tale though.

"Hey sweetie, its me again. Its looking like we wont be picking you up after all. Aunt fey is sick and mom and dad want to stay until uncle Rick gets back from LA. Uncle Rick wont be back until in the morning so you'll be batching it again tonight sorry. I knew you wouldn't mind catching a cab over to mom and pop's. Love you see you tomorrow."

Looks like I'm on my own for another night, Tom thought as he headed off to catch a ride. "This just keeps getting better and better. I hope things go better tomorrow."

Finally a chance to kick back and relax, Tom thought as the cab pulled in to Deb and Larry's place, and what a nice place it was. Sunny Florida and a big house all to myself maybe this wont be a total waste of a vacation. Tom got out and headed up to the rear entrance. He prodded around the flower bed and found what he was looking for. The key to the backdoor, it was hidden under a very small statue with a very long penis. How odd he thought as he placed it back in its spot. He made his way inside, and was glad to be out of the heat, it had been a long day and he was ready for a cold beer and some rest. "Ah yes home sweet home, at least for the next seven days, lets checkout what refreshments thes have for me." The fridge was fully stocked with miller light, not Larry's brew he is a bud man for life, thank you Deb she knows what I like. Tom cracked open one of the beers and took a long draw, thinking of his mother in law. It sure was nice of her to get me my brew, I wouldn't care to have a go with her, she looks hot as hell in those tight shorts she's always wearing. Tom thought about her sexy body as he enjoyed the rest of his beer. Then it came to him that this would be a perfect opportunity to do some snooping around, with the place to himself, and no one home till tomorrow. "This could prove to be interesting," he muttered to himself as he chugged the last of his beer.

Tom trashed his bottle, and headed upstairs to see what thes have hiding in their bedroom. He slipped in, being careful not to make any noise. "Why are you being so quiet? There's no one here but you silly." Tom told himself. He looked around a bit taking in everything. The room was well kept, the king size bed was made. They had a nice big screen TV at the foot of the bed, and all the bells and whistles to go with it. "lets see what's in debs dresser," hers with the perfume setting on it, some nice stuff too channel, creed, amouage the lady has taste ill give her that. Tom slid the drawer open and started digging through Debs privates. It contained the usual fare, sexy panties some lingerie, even a little vibrator. Tom took the vibrator out and took a deep whiff of it. He imagined Deb laying on the bed using it. He imagined her spread eagle working her clit with it pinching one nipple. The thought make his dick stir in his pants. Tom dug deeper in the drawer and came across a small tin container, he opened it finding a small amount of pot.

"Cool Deb I had no idea you rocked the chronic, man could we have had so much fun if you had shared this with me."

Tom carefully put everything back in its place and closed the drawer. He then turned his attention to Larry's dresser. His was covered in cologne bottles and different kinds of gold chains on a necklace rack, man mys have some expensive tastes, i guess when you have money you can afford to treat your self to nice stuff like this. Lets see what old lar has put up in here, Tom thought as he slid open the top drawer. Not much to note, basic guy stuff except for five bottles of lube a bit strange Tom thought. Nothing else to note except a key ring with two keys. "I wonder where these go?" Tom said to himself. He looked around the bedroom for where the keys fit but couldn't find anything. He was about to give up when he saw a scrape in the carpet by the wall. The wall didn't fit in with the rest of the room it had a full length mirror on it and it went between the floor boards, checking it closely i could see scratches around a hole in the side. He slid on of the keys into the hole and it was a perfect fit. The mirror swung open like a door revealing a closet. The closet was stuffed full of DVD's and books of some kind, Toms hart was racing. "Slow down," Tom thought to himself, you have all the time in the world to check this out. take your time you may never get another chance to snoop through this find again. Looking at a few of the movies he saw they were blank homemade movies, vol 34 the first one said. "This is allot of trouble to go through for some old home movies." Tom thought, as he looked through the books. He quickly saw they were photo albums. He picked one out and opened it up in the middle, and his eyeballs almost shot out of his skull. 

"Holy shit."

It was Deb on her knees with Larry's cock shoved balls deep down her throat.

"Holy fuck."

Tom looked around over his shoulder, paranoid as fuck that he was going to get caught. He fumbled through the pages, it was quit a sight to behold. There was hiss in gauged in every sort of raunchy sex act you could imagine. He could feel the blood flowing to the head of my cock oh god what a find he thought as he blazed through the albums. There was everything you could think of deb sucking cock, deb with a vibrator, deb with three vibrators, deb with a dick in her ass deb eating out Larry's asshole. There were even some with other people i didn't know deb licking some women's pretty pink snatch, some other guy fucking deb, Larry and the same guy both fucking deb one in her ass one in her pussy. Birth control must be a myth because every page had a close-up of a freshly creamed pussy with it running out some had the strange guy licking it up which made my stomach turn and my dick twitch at the same time. Next Tom saw one that made him bug out even more. The strange guy was all decked out in a dress and heels, as the pictures progressed he was pinched and prodded by Larry treating him like he was his, his to do what he wanted to do with. As the story unfolded through the pictures he first sucked Larry's cock, then there was several of him eating out Larry's ass, and then finally Larry had him bent over on all fours fucking the daylights out of him. It ended with a close-up of the strangers asshole being fingered as Larry's cum ran out of it.

"Wow what the hell have i found."

Tom would never have dreamed hiss were like this. He looked through the rest of the albums and got down to the last one. The name on the cover stopped him in his tracks, it read Daddies little girl. He stood almost in a trance looking at the last album, another hint that someone was going to catch him ran through him. With a deep breath he picked up and opened the last album, and took a step into a world that he never knew existed. A whole part of his wife's live that he never imagined existed. The first page was a photo spread of Jen laying out by the pool in a gold two piece bikini, a bikini that didn't stay on very long. As the story unfolded she first pulled down her top the next picture she was pulling aside her bottoms to show her pretty pink slit, next showed her squirting what looked like suntan lotion on her pretty pink hole. There were several pictures of her fingering her self, then it went to her on the slide. She played in the water splashing herself and diving down in the water showing her ass. The scene then shifted to the bed room and got even more interesting. The shots started off with jen and deb in the bed together kissing and sucking each others tits. Pictures of jen going down on her mom and licking her ass. deb laying on her belly spreading her ass cheeks and my wife's face buried in it. Tom was getting pretty tore up by now at this spectacle, His dick was throbbing and he thought about jacking off right there. The scene ended with deb now wearing a large strap on dildo fucking my wife first in the pussy then in the ass, and four final shots of her sucking on Larry's dick and balls. It ended with a double cum shot of jen and deb kissing with Larry's cum falling from there mouths. Finally at the end of the albums Tom put them back as he found them as best he could. He then started looking through the DVD's.

Best he could tell there were over a hundred DVD's here. He picked one out and opened the case it was labeled debs solo, another was larry and Trevor, the next was pool party with the Perry's. He grabbed a hand full including a gold cased one that caught his eye that was standing up on top in the back. The gold one was labeled man of the house which didn't sound to interesting but why the special gold case? He then turned to the entertainment center by the bed. He popped in the first movie and turned on the TV. The screen opened up with Deb dressed in a tight pair of jeans, she smiled at the camera.

"What do you want when you look at me like that." Deb purred to the camera man.

"You know what I want you little slut. Strip off those cloths and get your ass in the air. Its time to show the would that sweet cunt of yours." 

Deb started gliding back and forth as she slowly undid her top, turning her back to the camera as she slid down her jeans revealing her panties. She wore a nice tight pair of boy shorts with daddies little slut written across the ass. She slowly undid her bra and flung it to the side then, cupping her large breasts she made kissey faces at the camera. Her breasts were full, with long nipples and big round areolas, which Tom loved. 

"Lets see that ass," Larry ordered in a stern tone, "its time for you to put that puss to some use." 

Deb with her back now to the camera slowly peeled off her panties showing her nice well tanned ass. Sliding into bed she turned into the camera.

"What is your pleasure daddy? " 

Tom couldn't believe what he was seeing. After all these years lusting after his mother. Here she was doing all these dirty things. He was beside himself, horny as hell fighting off the urge to pull out his cock and cum all over the TV screen. Larry threw a jack rabbit vibrator onto the bead beside her, she picked it up with a lusty look in her eyes and licked the head of the toy with a slight grin. She turned it on and its warm buzz filled the speakers. She then ran it up and down the length of her stomach, slowly pausing at her clit. 

"Do you want some lube baby girl?" Larry asks.

"No i like to make my own." She said as she ran two finger up inside her slit. She buried her fingers up to the knuckles and pulled out a stream of fresh pussy juice. She coated the head of the rabbit and slowly ran the head up to the her pussy opening. After working the head over her pussy she slid the head up inside her. After pausing a second she took a deep breath and shoved the length of the jackrabbit in up to the hilt. Wyle adjusting the speed of the toy she sucked the remainder of the juice from her fingers.

"That's a good girl, make yourself cum for me." Larry spat. 

As her breathing picked up pace she started pinching and pulling on her left nipple, she was pulling on it so hard Tom thought she was going to pull it right off her chest.

"Oh god she purred." Working the toy in and out, her juices were now starting to run to her ass crack.

"That's it baby, make yourself cum for me."

"FUCK, OH SHIT." She screamed as she started to buck. The juice started to gush from her pussy. " OHH SHIT IM CUMMING, OHH FUCK."

"THAT'S IT, WHO'S SLUT ARE YOU?"

"OH IM YOURS, MASTER OH GOD IM YOURS." she spat as she went into a orgasmic convulsion,. Her legs shaking, eyes rolling back in her head, moaning like a whore. My mother was putting on quite a show the likes of which Tom had only seen in the most seedy of porno movies. Only hours ago Tom was thinking this was going to be a boring weekend at the in-laws, and now it has turned into one of the most erotic things he have ever seen. She slowly came back down from her orgasm, breathing heavily her hands trembling.

"Did you have a good one baby girl?" 

" Oh god yes, that's just what i needed sweetie," she cooed,. "Your turn now, get over here and fuck me."

"Ok. I have something else in mind though." Larry grabber her by the her by the hair. "COME OVER HERE BITCH AND GET ON YOUR KNEES." he croaked. She slid off the bed Larry's hand on the top of her head half dragging her. He forced her down on her knees grabbing her with both hands around the back of the neck shoving his dick down her throat. Tom was no stranger to a good porno flick and had seen plenty of blow jobs. He also had a fair share from jenny. But this was no blowjob, it was a pure throat fucking. He had her with both hands around the back of her neck and was pulling her to him as he slammed his dick down her throat to the balls. His balls were hitting her so hard on the bottom of her chin it sounded like someone getting bitch slapped with every stroke. Larry finished as quick and as rough as he had started, cumming hard and forcing his cock down debs throat. The cum had to have went into her lungs. She coughed and the tears flowed down her cheeks.

"DONT YOU SPILL A DROP." He yelled as she covered her mouth saving the thick white cum from falling free. Deb composed herself for a few seconds as she choked up and swallowed what was left of larry thick nut.

The screen went blank and Tom sat there on the corner of the bed half in a daze. "Man that was some show." He thought out loud to himself. He slid off the bed and grabbed the second movie, this one was labeled Jen and Deb. He loading it up and hopped back up on the bead. The video started, it was jen in the buff up on all fours. She was in this bed with her ass in the air. and shaking back and fourth.

"ARE YOU READY ANGEL?" Larry asked.

"Yes daddy." Jenny answered, still slowly shaking her ass back and forth. The camera zoomed in close to her face. She closed her eyes for a second then they shot open full and wide. The camera then ran back to show Deb running her tongue up Tom's wife's asshole. "OH GOD," she cooed.

"You like that baby girl?" Larry asked,.

"Yes daddy, it feels good,"

"Look into the camera baby, tell us what is happening to you."

"My mom is licking my asshole. she said, She is sucking and licking on my asshole and it feels really good daddy."

The camera then changed view around to the side where Deb was busy eating Jen's sweet rosebud.

"Are you enjoying yourself there dear?" Larry asks, "How dose she taste? "

"She tastes like sweet strawberry candy, I could eat her ass all day."

Larry chuckled, "I love watching my girls do dirty little things for me. Deb I think she is ready for Ralph. Who the hell is Ralph, Tom thought to himself. He soon found out. Ralph was a huge black dildo, which Deb had inserted into a strap on harness she wore. Ralph was huge, it looked to Tom that it was as large as his wrist. He stared at the screen in disbelief as his mother lubed up the huge black dong and got it ready for Jen. Tom thought there is no way that thing is going to fit in my wife's ass. They had played around with anal sex a few times, but this thing looks like it could split her in two. The camera came back around and zoomed in on my wife's face.

"Are you ready for Ralph baby girl?" Larry whispered. 

"Yes daddy."

She barely got the words out and she sucked in enough air to fill a balloon.

"OH FUCK, FUCK, OH SHIT." Jen screamed with tears in her eyes.

"That's it girl, take it all for daddy." Larry said catching a tear with his finger.

"OH FUCK IT HURTS DADDY." 

"Take it all baby girl, make daddy proud." Larry whispered as he caressed her left cheek.

Tears flowed down her pretty face as she screamed and pleaded with Larry. The camera span around to the side to check out the action around back. Deb had her by the waist and was pulling with all her strength trying to force the rest of the huge black dong into her. She screamed as Deb bared down hard and finally shoved the rest of the huge fake prick slid into her ass.

"That's it Deb, make her take it all. She will get used to it shortly. She will be begging for more before were done."

Deb fucked her with long slow strokes for a few minuets and finally she started to calm down a bit.

"Is that better baby girl? Dose it feel good inside you now. Larry asked.

"IT FEELS GOOD DADDY, I HAVE NEVER FELT SO FULL BACK THERE." Jen screamed.

Staring directly into the camera, all at once like a flash of lightning Jenny came. There were no warnings that she was about to cum, no moaning, no I'm about to cum, she just came and came hard thrashing around like she had a knife in her back..

"OHH FUCK, OHH FUCK, FUCK ME MOMMY, FUCK ME, FUCK YOUR LITTLE GIRL." She screamed.

Deb bared down and picked up the pace, slamming into my her ass with such force Tom thought the bed was going to come crashing to the floor. She came for almost a full minuet, with Deb never letting up. She pound into her like she was trying to kill her with that huge thing. As Jen started to come down from the high of the orgasm to a medium moan larry approached from the front zooming in to her face. Larry had his dick in his hand, the screen showed only Larry's dick and Jenny's face. 




Man of the House



"How was that baby girl?" He asked. 

"OH IT WAS GREAT DADDY." She cooed.

Are you ready for daddy's cum?" He asked rubbing his dick across her lips.

"YES DADDY." She said still trying to catch her breath.

Larry then started smacking her in the face with his huge meat, "You like that don't you baby girl?" 

"Yes daddy it feels good."

Larry then started jacking with the head of his prick between Jens eye and nose. A purely white pool started to form on top of Jens cheek bone.

"That's it baby girl Larry moaned," as he rubbed the spunk all over her face with his dick, "That's a good girl, that's a good little slut." 

The screen then went black and Tom sat there on the bed, a few seconds went by before he realized that he had came in his shorts. "I didn't know that it was even possible to cum without touching your self." He thought. He got up off the bed and headed for the restroom. Tom wiped up what he could out of my briefs and for some reason why he did not know, lifted the napkin to his nose to have a smell. He felt a bit embarrassed. Though he was all alone he still had that thought, what are you doing you queer? get that away from your nose. But he couldn't resist sticking his tongue out and barely touching it to the now cold cum. A shiver went through his spine. "Yuck, salty and cold, how do those girls stand this nasty shit without barfing there guts out." He said to himself as he flung the napkin into the toilet. With a quick flush and a whisper of, "Now back to some more entertainment," he headed back to the bedroom.

Back in the bedroom he looked at what was left of the videos he had chosen. Once again the fancy gold DVD caught his eye. What is the deal with this one, Tom thought as he opened up the case. He popped out the disc, and read the title. "Man of the house." Tom pondered on what it could have on it as he changed it out with the previous movie. He hopped up on the bed, grabbed the remote and hit play. The video opened up to Larry sitting in his living room in his favorite chair. He was sitting there in a silk night robe. In one hand he held a drink the other a cigar, but what Tom couldn't take his eyes off of was that his wife and mother were sitting at his feet both nude. They were setting on there legs eyes closed with there palms turned up on there laps. Larry took a drink of his booze and a long draw off his cigar and cleared his throat.

"Hello Tom. I knew you would make it to me sooner or later. I'm sure you are quite shocked at what you have found here in my little collection of family videos and pictures. You might be sick at what you saw or you might just be in plain shock, but this video is for you Tom. I made it so you could have a chance to truly join my family and be part of a better way to spend your life. Right now you have a ho hum life tom, you go to work eat sleep and have a little fuck now and then with my baby girl, You do all these things with her tom because i allow it. Your job your wife your house everything in your life tom I have overseen. I have made it easy for you to make a living because my little girl wanted to experience married life on her own with someone her own age. She chose you out of a list that i provided for her and I set it up so that you two would meet and get to know each other. Once she decided you were the one and she was in love with you i made sure you were well taken care of. I made sure you could make a good livening until i was ready to bring you into my family, my true family. Tom the women you see before your are mine, your wife is mine to do with whatever i choose, just as you are to a certain degree. But it is time now for all of this to come to an end. On the door to this bedroom is a silent alarm and I was notified the moment it opened. The same with the closet I knew the instant you opened the door that you had snooped your way into our little secret. It was just a matter of time before you did I make sure you had the house to your self. Now Tom its time for you to make a choice, you can walk away from everything and never turn back. I wont interfere with your life anymore. You can go on and start over with what's in your bank account a free man. You will only have to give up your wife tom your wife of nine years who i know means the world to you. But you could do it tom, there is nothing to stop you. But if you choose to stay you have to give yourself up totally to me. Your whole life then belongs to me and whatever pleases me. If you stay you will be like one of my girls here, we will Trane you to serve me both in life and in heart your body and soul will belong to me. Think about it tom you could live here with us in the lap of luxury without a care in the world but making me happy. You could enjoy a sexual existence that would make roman emperors jealous. Sleep on it tom and i will expect an answer tomorrow, I will not be home with the girls in the morning, they will come home alone and make you breakfast. After you eat they will then hear your answer on what you want to do. If you choose to go i will expect you to say your good buys and be gone by noon. Don't try to talk jenny into running back home with you, this is her home and I am her master. You were just a plaything for her to have some fun with, though she dose love you very deeply she would never give up her true life to go off with you. SHE BELONGS TO ME. No matter what you say she will side with me and you will loose. If you decide to stay tom the girls will then get you ready for my return. Then tomorrow night you will take an oath swearing your life to me. Remember its your choice tom, there is no turning back. Whichever path you choose it will be final. That's it tom go get ready for bead, leave all this as it lays and try to get some rest. Tomorrow is the first day of your new life, either a new single man off to face the world anew, or one of my girls."

Tom sat there in pure shock, what has happened he thought. How could this be it all seams so unreal, a couple of hours ago he was a happily married man with the world by the balls, and now he's in the strangest situation ever heard of. He got up and went down to the fridge and grabbed another beer, sitting down at the nook a million thoughts went through his head.

'Fuck him." Tom yelled. "Who the fuck dose he think he is to fuck with my life like this? My wife my job, the whole world I know he has had his hands on. He has been fucking his own daughter brain washing her into some kind of slave for his pleasure. What the hell is this, how can i go on like this how can he expect me to just go along with this and turn my whole life over to him and be some kind of sissy bitch for him. Fuck what am i going to do? I love my wife so much how could she do this, how could she live like this?"

But he loved her, he loved her more than life itself. "I cant just walk away and give her up. I'll have to play along until can get the upper hand on ole Larry. I'll take control then I will show him who the man of the house is. That motherfucker will be eating out of my hand before this is over, he will regret ever fucking with me. I will destroy this he has created and stand in the ashes laughing. Then I will take what is mine and what is his, and live as a king with the woman i love."

Finishing off his beer Tom headed off to bead. "Bring it on Larry, bring on your worst. I'll be the one laughing when its all said and done."

Kicking back in bead Tom's head was swimming with ideas of how to take control of this house, everything from murder to blackmail. "Oh yes i will get you Larry, you will get what's coming to you."

To be continued in part two.

cuckoldsmojo 



Man of the House



Note: This story is purely fantasy. All characters are at least 18 years of age and of legal age to consent.

Any comments or feedback are appreciated. Enjoy! 

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Growing up my father traveled frequently on business, often leaving my mother, sister and I at home for a week or more at a time. On several occasions during my childhood my father was away for 3 - 6 months at a time. He would come home for the weekend every few weeks, but would fly home late on Friday and depart early Sunday. Every time he said goodbye he would remind me the while he was away I was the man of the house...

Once, my father was sent away on a special project which was scheduled to last for at least 6 months. It was summer and my younger sister had just left for a two week summer camp leaving my mother and I alone at the house. My mother was 43 and very beautiful in my eyes. Fair skinned with blue eyes she was everything I could have wanted in a mother. Since the day I was born I had loved her motherly breasts which bore the faded marks of my infancy.

I was always a bit sad when my father left, so the first afternoon we were alone she asked if I wanted to go swimming. I was bored, so I reluctantly agreed... She was my mother after all and what teenager can thing of a more joyous day than swimming with his mother... She wore a conservative one piece suit which covered most of her body. If I stared closely, I could discern a slight nipple poking through the fabric and could admire the gently curve of her bottom. She sensed my detachment and eventually she came over to wrap her arms around me. 

"You miss your father don't you, son? That's normal. I wish he was here too."

"I know, mom. Why does dad always tell me I'm the 'Man of the House'? It doesn't mean anything. It just means he's not here."

"He doesn't mean it bad. He just means that you're in charge of protecting us, keeping us safe. We're his most valuable things. He wants you to feel responsible."

I had been thinking about what my mother said all afternoon and kept trying to find a deeper meaning. That evening while my mom was showering before bed I snuck into her bathroom to wait for her. I managed to grab her towel off the rack leaving her nothing to cover up with and waited by her counter. After what seemed like forever she turned off the water and began to grope for her towel. Not finding it, she stepped out blindly. I didn't speak, I just waited. When she saw me she screamed, "What the hell are you doing!" And tried to cover herself.

"I've been thinking more. I think dad means that while he's gone, I'm in charge of this house. That I'm entitled to his rights and privileges, including his privileges as a husband... Including you. This time, I intend to assume my role in this family... Beginning now."

She started to protest, but I yelled "SHUT UP!" And she paused. "Stop trying to cover yourself.. It isn't working anyway."

"You can't do this, I'm your mother!" She yelled.

"I can and I will. Don't make this harder than it will be. Last time, move your hands."

She trembled, but resisted. I lunged forward, grabbed her arm with my left hand, and slapped her across the face with my right. I pushed her through the bathroom door into the bedroom and shoved her against the bed, pinning her chest against the blanket with her legs hanging off the mattress. Her arms were tucked under her chest in a feeble attempt to cover herself. I sat on her naked back holding her down tightly and preventing her from moving. I grabbed her ass harshly while she squirmed, feeling the tender stark white flesh.

"It's not going to work mom. You need to accept the facts. This house is mine. You are mine. You are going to submit to me. I realize this is hard for you, but if I have to I will break you. You won't be the same woman. You have to accept that. Now stop fighting."

After a few minutes of squirming, she realize I wasn't getting off of her body. She didn't understand what I was doing to her, but she stopped fighting. "Good. Now for tonight, I'll accept your word that you are going to submit, but first I have to punish you for fighting me. I can't accept your resistance. Do you remember how you punished me as a child?"

"With a spanking... With a wooden kitchen spoon."

"That's right mother. Now it's my turn to return the favor."

I pulled out a wooden spoon that I'd planned on using... I expected resistance to my plans. Climbing off her back, but holding her down with my left hand, between her bare shoulder blades I raised the spoon and struck her on the ass. She cried out, and I instantly saw the red mark appear across her bottom. I struck her again with more force and could feel the crack of the spoon against her flesh.

"It'll be more fun if you count."

Another strike. Tears filled her eyes as she spoke "three.". Then I struck off three quick, hard blows and she cried out for me to stop. I wasn't going to stop. I continued slowly for 15 minutes until I reached a full, agonizing thirty strokes. By then her ass was bright red and marked the deep crimson lines and her body shook continuously. Her face was covered with tear streaks and a constant sob came from her mouth. I finally stopped and released her from the bed. Instead of scrambling away as I expected, she just curled into a ball on the bed with her two hands tenderly covering her red ass. I admired my work. Since it had begun, I hadn't had a chance to admire her naked, helpless body. Between her legs I could see a peek of her light pink pussy, though she tried to conceal it from my eyes. Focusing further, I could discern the sweet smell of her cunt in the air. Her breasts were bare as all her focus was on her throbbing ass. I stared at them and admired the tight pink nipples which lightly contrasted with her pale breasts. Admiring them closely, I thought back to all the sneaking glances I'd taken throughout my childhood. I never dreamed I would see them this closely again.

Breaking my thoughts I said, "Are you done fighting?" She looked up with a tear filled face. "Good, now don't move."

I left her there and went to the other room. I returned with a strand of rope I'd gathered from the garage. I took her arms which were still covering her bottom and began to tie them together. Her arms were firm and toned with the moderate tan of a good southern mother. I tied them tightly from just above the elbows down to her wrist which immobilized her arms.

"You won't need those for now," I said to her. "Sorry if it's not very comfortable. Before we end for the night there is still one more thing you need to do for me."

I rolled her onto her back, again taking in the sight of her naked breasts which arched up because of the position of her arms. I ran my hands over their smooth flesh and grabbed both nipples between my fingers. I rolled the back and forth feel in them grow hard. I bent down and pressed my lips against her breast, taking her nipple between my teeth. I sucked on it as I ran my tongue across the firm tip. Finally, I released her breasts and stood, removing my pants. At this, she yelled for me to stop.

"Soon mother. First you have to eat my cum..." 

Her eyes told the story. My voice changed, suddenly harsh. "That's right bitch, you have to suck my dick, or I'm going to start over on your ass." She started to turn on the bed, but I grabbed her shoulder to hold her in place. Then I straddled her chest and pressed my dick against her lips.

She refused to open her lips. I looked into her scared, blue eyes and said "Fine.. Make it hard." Then I pinched her nose knowing she couldn't hold her breath for long. Quickly she opened her mouth with a gasp. At that moment I shoved my rock hard cock into her mouth and told her to take it in. Still holding her nose, I fucked her face while she gasped for air and squirmed under my weight. Feeling her tongue sliding around the shaft of my cock made me feel so powerful. I owned my mother now I told myself. Mercifully for her, I came quickly.

"Don't swallow yet... Show it to me." She opened up her mouth to show me the wad of creamy cum I'd deposited. I chuckled. "Now swish it around like mouthwash... I want you to taste me all over your mouth."

She complied, and then swallowed. "One last thing for tonight." I pulled out a camera and started photographing my mommy slut. I got her tear streaked face with cum in her teeth. One of her naked breasts. I rolled her over to get her bound arms and beaten ass. Lastly, I spread her legs and photographed her asshole and pussy.. Which I noted was moist and got a fresh whiff of her sweet scent. "You're such a whore, mom. And to think, you don't know the half of what I have planned for you."

I grabbed her arms and pulled her off the bed. I walked her back through the bathroom to her closet threw her down on the floor roughly. "You can sleep here tonight. Maybe you'll earn a spot in bed next to me.. But you have to earn that privilege." I slammed the door and locked her inside, arms still bound, mouth still caked in my cum.

I climbed into my dad's spot in bed. My mind raced through the events of the night. The sight of my helpless, whore mother under my control was intoxicating. I knew I couldn't stop. All night I dreampt of the look in her eyes while my cock jammed down her throat. I heard the screams and cries as I paddled her. I wanted more, and I was going to get it. I wanted to own her. My thought grew more extreme as I stayed up through the night. I wanted more than to use her, I wanted to humiliate her, to degrade her, to abuse her body, to punish her, to... rape her. I wanted to hear her yell uncontrollably in agony, and I wanted to disregard her feelings. I was determined to make her my slave, my toy, my bitch, my whore.

To be continued...



Man Of The House



For some reason, it seemed very strange for my mother to be asking me about my other sexual experiences at that moment. We had never really talked about sex before, and talking about it actually seemed stranger than doing it.

“Just once or twice.”

“No one’s ever done that to me before.”

“Really?”

She let out a small chuckle. “I’ve only been with one other person before, and your father would never do it.”

“You mean, I’m the first person to ever eat your pussy?”

She nodded her head.

“Well, I can do it anytime you want.”

“Mmm…Good, because it was amazing.”

I was actually shocked. I know she didn’t really date, but I just assumed that she had more experience. I guess I never really thought about it in detail, but it made a lot of sense. 

“So what else can I do mom?”

She smiled and kissed me again. A really long kiss, passionate and intense. She pulled me on top of her. 

“We’ve played around long enough…I want this inside me.”

She grabbed my rock hard dick and gave it a tug. 

“It’s been so long…I want to feel you inside of me. I want you to fuck mommy’s pussy.”

She pulled on my dick, bringing it to her pussy. I pushed towards her, and she opened her legs wide and swallowed hard as my head touched her lips. She looked up at me, as if to make sure we were both okay with what was about to happen. She stared in my eyes as she played with my cock, rubbing the head on her pussy. I pushed further until the head popped inside and stopped. 

“I want this so bad. I want to fuck you so bad mom.”

“Oh baby yes…I want it too. Please…put it in…fuck your mommy.”

I did as she said, and slowly slid my cock into her as far as it would go, and stopped. She moaned loudly as it slowly slid into her. 

“Oh yes baby…Your cock feels so good inside mommy’s pussy. Please fuck me.”

I wanted to savor the sensation of what was happening. Her pussy felt so warm and tight around my dick. She was pushing her hips into me, trying to get me to move. Her eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open, and never before has my mother looked more beautiful or sexy. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I slowly pulled back and pushed into her. She breathed heavily with each thrust. She wrapped her legs around me, digging her heels into my legs. I started thrusting faster until we were both in rhythm. She began to moan as I fucked her. I could feel her muscles squeezing my cock with every thrust. 

“Oh Justin…Your cock feels so good in mommy’s pussy. Better than I ever remember. It’s so big…ugh…Fuck me baby. Fuck mommy good. Make me cum.”

I loved her dirty talk, and it encouraged me to pick up my pace. 

“Yes…that’s it…fuck me baby…I want to feel your cum in my pussy…Cum inside mommy’s pussy baby…oh yes…”

She threw her hips towards me, and I could tell she was ready to cum. 

“I’m ready mom. I’m gonna cum inside you. I’m gonna cum in your pussy mom.”

“Yes baby…I’m cumming too!”

I kissed her as I pushed into her as hard as I could. 

“I’m cumming mommy…”

“Yessss…I’m cumming!”

Both our bodies went stiff as I exploded in mom’s twitching pussy. We both moaned loudly as our orgasms overtook us, and then collapsed, gasping for breath.

“Oh baby…that was amazing. The best I ever had.”

“Me too mom.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too mom.”

I rolled off her as she pulled the covers back over us. We held each other close, kissing and touching as we both finally calmed down. We stayed in silence for a while and just held each other, until our eyes met and we both smiled.

“Oh Justin…what are we going to do?”

“What do you mean?”

“I can’t believe what just happened. I can’t believe I just fucked my own son. I guess we should move to the backwoods somewhere now.”

We both laughed.

“What I really can’t believe is that it was amazing. I never knew it could be so…wonderful, and loving. This is the best I’ve ever felt, and it’s wrong.”

“It’s only wrong if we think it is mom.”

“If only that were true.”

“Well…maybe not, but who cares? I love you mom, and this is incredible. I don’t care if it’s wrong.”

She kissed me again.

“I guess I just can’t believe it. I can’t believe, as good looking and…” Her eyes roamed my body “…as you are, that you would want to be here fucking your old mom.”

I laughed. “You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. There’s no place I’d rather be. And besides, you’re not old.”

“Ha!”

“…And you’re better, more passionate and…hotter than anyone I’ve ever been with before. If we both want to do it, and it’s this good, it can’t be wrong.”

“Well, it’s definitely wrong, but I don’t care either. Promise me something…”

“Anything mom…”

“Promise that you’ll always love me. Promise me that no matter what, you’ll never forget this, and how good you have made me feel.”

“I could never forget this.”

“No matter what happens Justin, I love you. I love you as a son, and…well, I love how you make me feel. I can feel that you love me, and I absolutely know it.”

“I’ll always love you mom.”

“Let’s try not to mix that up with…with this. This is different. It’s just making each other feel good…physically…just sex.”

“I understand mom.”

“We can’t let this come between us as a mother and son…promise me…”

“We won’t mom. We’ll keep this separate from everything else. It’s just to make each other feel good.”

“I mean, I don’t want you to stay here with me all the time. You should go out and get yourself a nice girl, maybe get married. Let’s face it, we can’t do this forever.”

“I know, but we can do it for now.”

“I just don’t want you putting your life on hold for me. There will always be time for this, no matter what.”

“You worry too much mom. Let’s just enjoy it now, and worry about all that other stuff later.”

“Promise me Justin. Promise me that you will live your life.”

I smiled. “Well, what if I do find a nice girl…won’t you be jealous?”

She laughed. “No…”

“Are you sure?”

“Sweetie, I won’t be jealous because I know that no one could ever love you like I do.”

“I don’t think anyone could fuck me as well either!”

She slapped my bare chest, then rested her head on it. “Damn right!”

“Speaking of which…”

She looked at me, and reached down, grabbing my cock, which was once again, completely hard.

“Again?”

“What can I say mom? You do it to me.”

She smiled as she caressed my cock with her delicate fingers.

“Are you trying to kill me?”

“Why?”

“I can’t keep up with you! I’m almost twice your age! It’s going to take everything I have just to get out of this bed in the morning after what you did to me.”

“So, don’t get out of bed.”

“Oh I see. And what do you suggest we tell your sister?”

“She probably wouldn’t even notice.”

“You’re probably right.”

She continued to stroke my cock as it throbbed in her hands.

“So what else haven’t you done mom?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, if dad is the only person you’ve ever been with, and he was stupid enough to not want to go down on you, there must be other things that you’ve wanted to do. So what are they?”

She laughed and gripped my cock even harder, rubbing her thumb around my head, while the other hand stroked the shaft.

“Oh Justin…This is more than I’ll ever need. We’ve already done more than I ever thought I’d want.”

“C’mon mom. There must be something. I mean, all this time? You must have come up with something you want to do.”

She shrugged her shoulders and smiled. “I don’t know. I haven’t really given it much thought I suppose.”

“Well…what do you think about?”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m sure there were times when you got a little horny, and played with your pussy. What did you think about?”

She moved her hands faster on my cock, and started to play with my balls. 

“What kind of thing is that to ask your mother?” She said with a smile. “What do you think about?”

“We’re not talking about me…”

“Now we are. So what do you think about?”

“I know what I’ll think about now!”

She smiled again. “I mean before.”

“Uh-uh, you first.”

“I’ll tell you what. You tell me what you think about, then I’ll tell you.”

“I don’t really think about anything. I have a couple of movies and pictures that I look at.”

“What kind of movies? What’s on them?”

“Mostly just regular stuff, and some lesbian stuff…”

“So you like that huh? You like watching two girls?”

“Sure who doesn’t?”

“Good point.”

“Aah, so you like that too?”

“Well I wouldn’t say that, but I’ve thought about it, maybe once or twice. But I don’t need that now that I’ve got this.”

She gave my cock another squeeze.

“That’s hot that you considered it though.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say considered, but the thought had crossed my mind. More so out of curiosity than anything else.”

“So that’s it?”

“That’s it…well except for the things that you’ve already helped me with.”

“I just want to make you happy mom. I’ll do whatever you ask me to.”

“Well that’s good to know, but you’ve already made me happy.”

“I know, but I want to do all the things you want to do. I don’t want you to miss anything else.”

“Oh sweetie! When I think of something, I’ll let you know okay?”

“Okay.”

“Is there something that you want mommy to do for you?”

“If I think of something, I’ll let you know.”

“Mmm, well there is one thing you can do…”

“What?”

“I want you to cum again for mommy. I want to feel it baby. What do you want me to do to make you cum for me?”

I sat up, and pulled her up with me, kissing her lips again. She continued jerking my cock while we kissed. 

“Suck my cock while I eat your pussy again mom. I want to taste you.”

“Oh Justin.”

She turned around, threw her leg over my head, and stretched out so that her beautiful pussy was just inches from my face. I felt her silky lips wrap around my cock, and I wasted no time in diving into her snatch. I went right to work on her clit this time, while she sucked my cock from stem to stern. It didn’t take long for us to suck each other to another glorious orgasm. It felt wonderful as we both came together. Her pussy gushing on my tongue while I pumped my jizz into her mouth, our stifled moans filling the room.

She was definitely spent after that. I may have been able to coax out another hard-on, but I was already completely satisfied. Tomorrow was another day anyway. We held each other some more. I wanted to stay with her, but she said that I shouldn’t, in case Jamie came in. I didn’t want to leave, and she didn’t want me to go, but I knew I had to. So after some more kissing and touching, I hesitantly went back to my room.

I lay in bed, replaying everything that happened in my head. When I felt my dick wanting to get hard again, I figured I should try and get some sleep. 

It was late the next morning when I finally woke up. I want downstairs, only to find my sister sitting at the table eating cereal, dressed in a man’s button up shirt, underwear and socks. I didn’t say anything to her as I walked past her and poured myself a cup of coffee. There was a note attached to the cabinet in mom’s handwriting.

Justin & Jamie,

Went to pick up a few things and take care of something at work. Be back around 4. Jamie, will you be here for dinner?

Love mom. 

I sat down at the table next to my sister and sipped my coffee. After about five minutes of complete silence, I decided to break the ice.

“Did you see mom’s note?”

“Yea.”

“So? Are you going to be here?”

She looked up and glared at me, as if I was out of line for asking her such a question.

“I don’t know, I haven’t decided yet. But if you must know, I probably will.”

“What’s the matter, isn’t there some rave party tonight? I’m sure you could just eat there. Or better yet, do a few more drugs and you won’t even be hungry.”

“Fuck You Justin.”

“No Fuck you, you selfish cunt!”

“What the fuck is your problem? Why don’t you go get laid and mellow out!”

“No, I’ll leave that up to you.”

“Whatever!”

She sat back hard on the chair and dropped her spoon loudly into the bowl.

“You know, since you care so much, I’ll be home for a while.”

“Well that’s just great! Made my fucking day! And tell me your majesty, to what do we owe the great privilege of your company. I feel so fortunate that you have decided to bestow us with your presence. Tell me, have you gone through all the men in this town that have a place to crash, or have you just run out of cash?”

“You’re an asshole!”

She pushed herself away from the table and stormed off.

“And put some fuckin’ clothes on!”

I sat and finished my coffee. Mom probably would have been upset If she knew what I said, so I decided to go try and make things right. I made my way up to my sister’s room and knocked on the door. She didn’t answer, so I let myself in. She was lying on her bed watching TV when she looked at me.

“Did you come to insult me more?”

“No. Look, I’m sorry about what I said. I didn’t mean it.”

“Fine.”

“Jamie, what the fuck? What are you doing to yourself?”

“What do you care?”

“I care. I’m your brother. But more importantly, why do you do this to mom?"

“Do what? I’m not doing anything.”

“C’mon. You don’t show up for days, You’re out doing God knows what. She’s worried. She’s been miserable, and all she wants is for you to talk to her and let her know that you still care about her a little. I mean, Would it kill you to just spend some time here?”

“First of all, What is it that you think I’m out doing?”

“I have no idea, enlighten me.”

“It’s not what you think. I don’t do drugs, and I haven’t been to a rave party in over a year.”

“So where do you spend all of your time? What have you been up to?”

She let out a deep sigh.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but been staying at Melissa’s.”

“Melissa? Melissa who lives over at the Green brook apartments?”

“Yea.”

“So why wouldn’t you just tell mom? If you’re not doing anything wrong…”

“We’ve been living together.”

“So?”

She looked at me as if I was the dumbest guy on earth.

“Justin, we’ve been living together. Like, together. She’s…was my girlfriend. Justin, I’m a lesbian.”

“You’re kidding!”

No, I’m not. But it’s over, so I’ll be here for a while now. Are you happy now?”

“Actually… yes!” 

She looked at me with disgust.

“But I don’t get it. Why all the attitude and mystery? Why wouldn’t you just tell mom?”

“Please! Tell mom what? “Don’t worry mom, everything’s fine, I’m just a lesbian!””

“Yea, why not? Believe me, it would probably be a relief for her to know that."

“Yea right. She’d flip!”

“I see. So your plan was to never tell her at all, and just let her keep thinking all these bad things?"

“I don’t know alright? I didn’t know what to do. I just couldn’t tell her at first, and then everything just snowballed, and I figured I would just let her keep thinking what she wanted, and she wouldn’t know what was really going on. But it doesn’t matter now does it?”

“So, you thought it was better to have her think you were out partying and fucking everything in sight, than telling her that you were in love with another woman?"

“No! I mean, I didn’t want her to think those things, but I guess I was just mad that she did. I mean, I didn’t know why she thought that, and after a while I just thought “If that’s what she wants to think, then let her think it.””

“This is just crazy. So what were you afraid she would do if you told her the truth?"

“I don’t know Justin! I guess I was just…scared. She wouldn’t understand.”

“You’d be surprised. Why don’t you give her a chance?”

“Well it doesn’t matter now does it?”

“I guess not. Until you meet another girl.”

“I’m not going to meet another girl.”

“I thought you said you were a…”

“I don’t know what I am okay? I don’t know what I want okay? And this isn’t helping! I don’t need this shit right now!”

She started crying, and without thinking I sat down next to her and put my arms around her. She hugged me tight and cried in my shirt for a good half hour. I felt so relieved that my sister wasn’t in any real danger, and my heart went out to her. 

Finally she stopped crying.

“Please don’t tell mom Justin.”

“I won’t. I don’t think it’s my place to tell her, but I think you should.”

She looked down at the floor.

“Jamie, trust me, it’s not gonna be as bad as you think. I’m sure that she’ll be relieved just to hear that you’re okay, you being a lesbian…or whatever, would be nothing.”

She nodded her head and hugged me again.

“I’m sorry Justin. I didn’t…”

“Shh, It’s okay. I’m just glad you’re back. I missed you.”

She smiled and wiped away her tears. “Really?”

“Yea really! You’re my sister Jamie, and I love you. Don’t be afraid to talk to me okay? You can tell me anything, even if you think you can’t tell mom okay?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Promise?”

She nodded. “Thank you Justin.”

“Your welcome. Get some rest, and don’t worry, everything will be fine, it will all work out.”

“Well not everything.”

She started to cry again.

“You really loved her huh?”

She nodded, and burst out crying.

“It’ll be okay.”

She hugged me one more time. “Thank you.”

“If there’s anything I can do…”

She nodded, and I left. I figured she wanted to be alone.

About an hour later, she came downstairs and sat next to me on the couch where I was watching television. She huddled herself in the corner of the couch, hugging her knees tightly into her chest. She looked like she’d been crying for days. 

“You okay?” 

She rubbed her eyes, smiled a gratuitous smile and nodded. She focused her eyes on the television. I looked at her, and realized for the first time how beautiful she was. She looked a lot like mom. She had long, dark, curly hair, and beautiful eyes. Her legs were long and shapely, and her breasts strained against the shirt, even though it was 5 sizes too big for her. She had the buttons opened low, and I could practically see her cleavage. Her skin was smooth, and even though she’s seen better days, she looked very cute sitting the way she was. 

I turned my attention away from her as soon as I realized what I was thinking. What’s wrong with me? I was checking out my sister. Have I become so sexually twisted that it wasn’t good enough to be fucking my mother, but I had to look at my sister that way too? I must have turned my attention back to her without realizing it.

“What?”

“Huh?”

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know…like that?”

“Uh…Sorry? I was just…are you sure you’re okay?”

“Oh, yea, I’ll be okay.”

“Must you sit there like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like, practically naked.”

“I am not! I have clothes on.”

“Barely.”

“It’s a big shirt.”

“Well then button it up or something. And pull it down, I can see your underwear.”

She chuckled. “I’m sorry! Does this bother you?”

“It doesn’t bother me. It’s just a little…uncomfortable, that’s all.”

“Oh…sorry. I didn’t realize. I’m not used to wearing clothes around the house anymore. You want me to go change?”

“No, it’s fine, just cover up a little will ya?”

She giggled. “Were you checking me out?”

“What? NO!”

“It’s okay if you were. Just tell me. You were checking me out weren’t you?”

“No, I just happened to notice that you’re very…exposed.”

She giggled and dropped her legs down to the floor, leaning back on the couch.

“You WERE checking me out!”

“NO, I wasn’t.”

“It’s okay Justin. I’ve checked you out before.”

“What?”

“Sure. When you walk around in your underwear, you look pretty good."

“I’m your brother!”

“So! I’m not saying that I want you, I’m just saying I looked.”

“Looking is different than checking out.”

“Okay, so I looked then, but at least I admitted it. Why can’t you just tell me that you were looking at me.”

“Fine, I was looking okay?”