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The Man of the House

By: -Sadie26-



She reached out and touched the 18-year-old's leg. Suddenly he felt things he had never felt before. He turned to face the one woman in the world that he loved the most... his mother. He looked into her comforting green eyes and at her warm sensitive smile. He took a deep breath of her intoxicating perfume, and was lost in her touch. 

"Tommy, I know you were not prepared for the passing of your father," she said, speaking in a low soothing tone. 

"I always thought he'd be around forever Mom," said Tommy, choking back his tears. 

"I know honey, but now more then ever, it's important for you to be strong, you're the man of the house now," she said, slowly beginning to rub her son's leg a little harder.

Tommy leaned his head back and closed his eyes, half trying to remember good times with his father and half enjoying the sensations his mother was giving him with this impromptu massage.

He could feel her moving around a bit on the couch and was brought back to reality when she stood up.

"I'm going upstairs to take a shower honey, maybe some hot water running over my body will relax me enough to sleep tonight," she said, standing up and walking towards the stairs.

"Ok Mom," he said, smiling and trying to hide the enormous erection that was poking out from beneath his tight jeans.

As he sat there, listening to the water running upstairs, images of his mother ran thru his mind. Images of her naked warm body standing beneath the soothing spray of the shower. He could almost see her with her eyes closed, her head thrown back slightly and the hot water dancing over her mature body.

His cock began to throb and ache as he unbuttoned and unzipped the tight jean material, allowing him some room to breathe. Before he had any time to think he had taken his cock from his pants and was stroking it to the visions he was having of his mother. He began with long slow strokes, imagining his cock was inside his mother. Then he moved into quick, tightly gripped strokes. His hand touching his balls each time he would reach his thick base. His deep throated moans danced all over the small living room and soon he was past the point of no return. 

As his strokes became harder and faster and his moans became louder, he slid down on the couch placing his feet on the small coffee table that sat in front of the sofa. He was so lost in xxx rated thoughts of his mother, he didn't even hear her shut the water off upstairs and come down to the living room.

Tommy's mother was 43 years old and in excellent shape for her age. She stood 5'6" with shoulder length red hair and deep green eyes. Her waist was small and her tits were well rounded with perfect tan nipples. Her ass was firm and muscular as she was a jogger very committed to staying fit and healthy. Her legs were long and slender, also tan from hours of jogging around the lake down the road from their house. Before his death, Tommy's father had taken up tennis to keep up with his wife's fast paced attitude. It was tennis that proved to be his downfall, having suffered a stroke in the heat of a hot June afternoon.

As Tommy became more and more involved in reaching his climax, he failed to realize his mother had taken a place between her son's legs. She had gone down to her knees, obviously wanting to help her son reach the ultimate satisfaction. His eyes rolled into his skull as he felt a pair of warm lips surround his swollen shaft. He moaned out loud as he opened his eyes and was shocked to find his mother on her knees. 

"Oh God Mom, oh fuck I dunno what you're doing but please don't stop, don't stop Mom," he pleaded. 

She smiled as she stared up into her son's eyes, glazed with sheer ecstasy. She placed one hand around the base of Tommy's cock, slowly jacking him as she took her son's cock into her mouth, inch by inch. She let the warm shaft slide over her hot wet tongue as she flicked the underside, teasing the 18 year old boy. Her other hand cupped his balls firmly, squeezing and rolling them around in her palm.

Tommy began to buck his hips, slowly fucking his mother's mouth. She began jacking him harder, stroking her son's cock as if he had been her lover for years. Suddenly she began bobbing her head up and down on the fat cock, feeling the pre-cum soaked tip bump her tonsils. She groaned into his flesh as he reached down and grabbed a handful of her thick red hair, carefully twisting it around his boney fingers. 

He began fucking her mouth harder, trying to ram his hard aching cock down his mother's throat. He looked down, watching her beautiful succulent red lips swallowing his dick. His cock glistened with his mother's saliva. This only made him want her more as he continued fucking her mouth, ramming his cock as far as he could. He could hear her gagging and could feel her trying to pull her mouth up but he wouldn't let her. 

"Oh fuckkkkkk Mom!! oh God!! I'm gonna cum Mom, suck me, suck my fat cock!!" he yelled as he pumped her mouth with his thick sticky cum.

He looked down, watching his mother suck the cum from his dick like a pro. She never missed a drop as she deep-throated his young cock, her mouth acting like a sexual plunger, sucking his cock dry.

After the last drops of his cum unloaded from his spent cock, he looked down at his mother with amazement. Neither of them said a word as she stood up, facing him. Her eyes were on fire as she looked down at her son, his cock lying on his bare thigh. She smiled a devilish grin as she untied her bathrobe, letting it fall to the floor. 

"Oh God Mom, you're beautiful," said Tommy, licking his lips and swallowing hard.

"Give me your hand, Son," she said, helping him off the couch.

His knees were weak as he struggled to stand upright. Rita took her son's face in her soft warm hands and brought his face to hers. They both closed their eyes as they closed in for a sensual heart stopping kiss. Tommy slid his hands around his mother's waist as his jeans fell down around his ankles. He could feel her mouth pressing hard into his, her tongue fighting with his as their bodies pressed into one. They were both breathing very hard, both giving into a passion that was so much bigger then them.

Suddenly Rita broke the kiss and stared into her son's eyes. 

"Have you ever had sex, Tommy?" she asked.

Tommy could feel his face getting warm.

"Don't be embarrassed honey, I just want to know," she said in that same comforting tone of voice that Tommy loved so much.

"Just once, Mom," he answered sheepishly.

"I want to have sex with you honey," she whispered, taking his hand again and leading him into the dining room, "I want you to fuck me here, right here where your father and I used to spend our most intimate moments."

Tommy was speechless, but also so turned on with this once in a lifetime incredibly erotic moment. With a dry mouth and a banging heart in his chest, he answered her,"Ok Mom, I'll fuck you over our dining room table."

She moaned and purred like a satisfied cat as she bent over, grabbing the back of the heavy solid oak dining room chair. She leaned forward, thrusting her small beautiful ass out to her son, the tip of his cock not more then 2 inches from her puckered asshole.

She spread her legs, opening her stance as she looked over her shoulder. She smiled that devilish grin and licked her lips, she was so incredibly sexy and hot with a "fuck me" look in her emerald eyes.

Tommy reached out and placed his warm hands on his mother's bare hips, looking down and admiring her perfect ass. He closed his eyes again as his body moved forward, bringing his cock within a breath of his mother's awaiting pussy. They both groaned as his cock slid into her with such ease. He couldn't believe how hot and tight she was. Her pussy walls inhaled his thick cock, swallowing it whole as it massaged her insides. 

Rita's grip on the dining room chair was becoming tighter as her son pushed further, the tip of his cock slightly bumping her womb. She could not believe how big her son was, how good his cock felt inside her. She purred as the tips of her nipples brushed the cool top of the dining room table. Again she looked over her shoulder...

"Oh God Tommy, fuck me baby, please fuck mommy's pussy, fuck me deep honey, please please," she begged.

That was all he could take. One hard thrust and his shaft was buried inside the very pussy that had given him life just 18 years before. He began to thrust hard, slapping his balls against his mother's warm flesh. His grip was so tight on her hips that he left small white marks on her perfect skin. 

"Mmmmm Mom, fuck your pussy is hot, feels so good around my dick," he moaned.

He could feel Rita pushing back against him, her pussy clamping around his dick like a vice. Suddenly she climbed up on the table on her hands and knees as Tommy followed her. Mother and son sitting atop the very table where they had shared so many family meals in the past. The light of the neighbor's house lit up the small dining room. The house was filled with the groans of two people so into each other at this very moment. 

Tommy's thrusts became harder and so deep his mother would occasionally scream out in absolute pleasure. 

"Mom, I'm gonna cum again, oh God Mom tell me to cum in your pussy," he begged.

"Oh baby, yesssss fuck yessssss cum in mommy's pussy, fill me up with your seed baby, give mommy that hot sticky cum," she purred.

Tommy pushed his dick deep into his mother one last time and again exploded, unloading his hot sticky cum into his mother's cunt. He almost screamed feeling the cum unloading at the same time his mother's pussy was clamping his dick, sucking the cum from his huge shaft. 

Again, they both sat there in silence. Their heavy breaths filled the house where their groans had just danced minutes before. 

Slowly they began to move, both of them careful not to slide off the table too fast. 

Tommy helped his mother off the table, taking her hand into his as they once again stood before each other, staring into each other's eyes.

"I love you Mom," Tommy whispered.

Rita smiled at her son, realizing he was no longer a little boy. "I love you too son, I think your father would have been proud of the man you've become." 

The Man of the House



It was raining that day, when they lowered my father to his final resting place. My heart was ripping out of my chest and my tears were flowing as much as the rain was falling from the sky. I was sitting there next to my Mom, holding her hand, feeling her squeeze a little too tight but I didn't say anything. My sister was on the other side of my mother and I assume her hand was being squeezed just as much as mine. We just watched in disbelief as he was lowered into the ground. It was so surreal to think he was really gone. And I still really didn't believe he was gone, but I knew it would sink in once the healing began. Although I still miss my dad terribly, at least now the memories of him are fond ones, and my heart doesn't hurt so bad. You see, I was fifteen when he passed away. My sister was sixteen, and those aren't good ages to suddenly go without a father for guidance and support. Now, our mother was always there for us, but it just wasn't the same. 

My name is Chris. I'm eighteen years old and I have grown a lot since the day of my dad's funeral. My mom died when I was born, and my dad remarried to Sally when I was only three. This was nice because she had a daughter who was a year older then myself, named Susan. We were your typical kids always fighting and wanting all the attention from our parents. But for the most part we were a loving family and Sally was the only mom I ever knew, as my dad was the only father Susan ever knew. I called her mom just like Susan called him dad. 

Going through high school was a tough time for me. Susan had her mom to turn to but with me, I no longer had a father figure to look up to. So I did what any kid would do, find someone to fill the void. I got lucky and my grandfather lived fairly close by so I could walk over there and talk to him. It was a big help to have him and it didn't matter to me one bit that it was Sally's father and not my biological relative.

The last week of school was finally here and I couldn't wait to graduate. I had my cap and gown all fitted and I was ready for commencement the following week. I didn't have a care in the world, being a graduating senior with my college plans all worked out for the fall. Only a lazy summer was all I could think about as I entered the house. I did as I always did, went right to the refrigerator for an after school snack. 

I heard a sound coming from the other room; I went to investigate because I should have been alone in the house. My mom didn't work because my dad was great at providing for us, the stress was probably why he passed away so young. My mom always kept busy and didn't like sitting around the house so she was usually gone at this time. As for my sister, she is in her first year of college. She decided to attend a local school instead of moving far away and living in the dorm. Susan would drive the 20 miles to school with her best friend Tammy, who decided to go to the same school so they could still take all the same classes just like they did in high school.

As I went up stairs I heard it again. It sounded like someone was upset. As I got to the top of the stairs, I realized it was coming from my mom's room. I could hear what I thought was her sobbing and I heard her say my dad's name. So I walked thru her open door to see her kneeling on the far side of the bed with her face buried. Her hands were clenching the sheets and I could see her shaking. So I did what any loving son would do, I went around the end of the bed to hold her and tell her it would be all right. I rounded the bed to land on my knees beside her, when I noticed she wasn't wearing anything below the waist and she was straddling something that was buzzing. I was in shock. My mouth was probably hanging open and I just stared in disbelief. Just then she looked up at me with a look of horror on her face. That was enough to jar me out of my shock. 

"Oh my god, I'm sorry," I said, and bolted for the door, closing it on my way out. 

I went downstairs, grabbed the sandwich I had started to make and took it to the rec room in the basement, and hid there till dinner.

I sat down there with my mind racing. I felt so bad. I thought for sure that things would be different now. We had such a great relationship, open, warm, loving. I can't imagine things being different. At least I'll be going to school in the fall so even if it did change forever at least I won't have to deal with it for too long till school starts.

At six o'clock I heard my sister call me for dinner. I can't tell you how badly I wanted to stay in the basement but there was no way I could do that. So I went up there with the plan not to make eye contact with my mom. I succeeded with mom's help of not wanting eye contact with me. Susan could feel the tension in the room and asked what was wrong but neither one of us were willing to talk about what had happened. After asking twice she dropped it, thank god, and the rest of the dinner was quiet and uneventful. As soon as dinner was done I faked having homework and went up to my room for the night.

Once I got in my room I felt safe, in my own little part of the world. It had everything a guy could want. I had my stereo, a nice size color TV, and my XBOX.

When you add my own bathroom, all I need is a kitchenette and I would never have to leave.

I lay on my bed for what seemed like forever. I attempted to play some video games but I just wasn't into it. Watching TV was out too. My mind was racing. I couldn't get what happened out of my mind. It kept running like a movie over and over in my head. It's hard to explain what I thought of the whole incident. I felt bad for letting it happen. I should have known not to just walk in but I wasn't thinking. I would never imagine in my wildest dreams that she was doing what I think she was doing. She must've hated me now. Hell, if she knew how it was making me feel, she'd probably hate me even more. The more I thought about it the more excited I got. I'm such a dog. I decided to take a cold shower and get ready for bed.

Once I got into the shower I turned the cold water down and let the warm water flow over me. In hindsight I should have stuck to the cold shower idea because as I was mindlessly washing myself, I kept thinking about my mom having what had to have been an orgasm. The more I thought about it, the more I found myself washing my growing cock, letting my soapy hand glide along the shaft down to the root then lathering up my balls. It felt so good, and the thought of my mom had me so turned on. My hands "washed" quicker and quicker. I put the bar of soap down to use both hands on me. One hand was stroking my hard cock, while the other hand was massaging my balls into a rich lather. I couldn't recall it ever being this hard. 

Although I'm only average down there I always felt a good six inches worked just fine for me, and I always thought it was decently proportional to my small frame. Looking down, I watched myself glide from the base up over the tip. My slippery fingers were taking my breath away as I grew closer and closer to my goal. I could feel myself approaching my orgasm, which was causing my hands to increase speed. Suds must have really been flying when I felt my balls start to tighten as I erupted, shooting over and over towards the shower drain. After relaxing the guilt came. She was my mom but it wasn't something I had preplanned; it just happened. How will I ever look her in the eye again? Once the water started to grow cold I knew it was time to get out of the shower and head for bed. It didn't matter to me at all that it was only 9:30 pm. 

I exited the bathroom in nothing but my boxers after brushing my teeth and not feeling very good about what I had done, when I noticed my mom was sitting on the edge of my bed. I can only imagine what the look on my face was when I saw her. Had she heard me in the shower? Could she tell I was thinking those thoughts about her? I had no idea but I knew I had to face the music and talk to her, although I was hoping the no eye contact rule would still be in place.

"Come sit with me. We need to talk," she said. I slunk over to the bed and sat down, staring at the floor. She pulled at my chin so I was facing her and she said, "You're going to have to look at me sometime." 

Damn.

"I'm so sorry, Mom, I really should have knocked and not just run in like that. I don't know how you can ever forgive me."

"Oh don't be silly," She said, "I should have closed my door. Besides, I'm the one who didn't pay attention to the time. If it's anyone's fault its mine". 

I have to admit that did make me feel better. I still had the other issues that "came up" in the shower, but this was a good start, I thought. 

After that we sat there in an awkward silence till she spoke. "Do you have any questions about what happened?" 

"None that I'm willing to ask." I said. 

That made her laugh. I had never looked at her like this before, as a woman and not a mom. I always knew she was beautiful, but now I saw what my dad must have seen in her. Who could ask for anything more then a beautiful, loving wife who is the perfect mother to your kids? In my eyes she was perfect, though that thought didn't help my guilt much.

I did start to think that things were going to be all right, till she said it. "You should be able to ask me anything." 

"Well this isn't the most comfortable topic to talk about," I said. 

"You're an adult now and you should act like one when it comes to topics that make you uncomfortable. It's a part of growing up," she said. 

"You really miss dad, don't you?" I questioned, hoping to skirt the topic at hand. 

"I can't tell you how much I miss him. I can't imagine a day I don't think of him," she said. But she wasn't going to let me off that easy, because then she added, "that's why I called his name while was so close to cumming." I'm back to staring at the floor when I felt her hand on my chin, pulling me to look at her again. "It's nothing to be ashamed of, everyone does it, even you," she said giving me a look that really had me unnerved. 

Did she know what I just did in the shower? The look in her eye told me yes but she didn't say a word about it. 

At that point she said, "Are we ok now?" 

"Yeah we are," I said, "I guess I need to work on this adult stuff". 

She smiled, leaned in and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and said, "Goodnight, sweetie," as she walked out, closing my door on the way.

Sleep came slowly. But over the next week things drifted back to normal and looking her in the eye was never a problem after that although the thought of her in her room still haunted my fantasies.

Susan and Tammy were outside lounging by the pool, working on their tans, which were coming along nicely. As I walked into the kitchen to get some breakfast, I looked out the window to see Tammy get up and pull her bikini bottoms out with her fingers and walk over to the pool and dive in. That really got my attention. Then Susan got up and did the same thing, and I couldn't take my eyes off of her. Susan and Tammy were so alike, from the color of their hair and eyes to the build of their bodies. They both had very sexy bodies. Not that I had just noticed this, in fact I've known this for a few years now, and Tammy knew I've always had a crush on her. She thought it was sweet though she would keep me in check. I would keep it on a friend level and everyone was okay with that.

"Wow isn't she sexy?" my mom whispered in my ear, from over my shoulder.

I nearly jumped out of my skin. I had no idea she was behind me and I felt the blush rise in me. She was wearing a very small bikini too and was standing so close to me, although I think it was my imagination, but I think she had a look in her eye that liked me getting all excited looking at all the half naked women in the house. All she did was smile at me and walked out of the door to the patio. I watched from the window as she went out by the pool and I could see her talking to Susan and Tammy. My heart skipped a beat when both my sister and Tammy turned and waved at me. I could have died, ratted out by my own mother. They were all smiling and giggling and I just knew they were laughing at me being the pervert. Then to my horror my sister got out of the pool and headed straight for the kitchen door. She walked right in and looked at me still dripping water everywhere. I couldn't take my eyes off her and she got this little smirk on her face.

"Can you grab a couple of bottles of water for us?" she asked.

I stammered out a "Yeah, ok". 

I grabbed three bottles of water out of the refrigerator and handed them to Susan. 

"Thanks," she said, and she headed back out to the pool. 

I have to admit I watched her walk the whole way out there. By this time I needed some relief so I went up to my room and got naked. I lay on my bed and started stroking myself thinking of the three sexy women right outside. I had my eyes closed as my hand worked over my hard cock. Picturing each sexy body in turn riding me. My mind had all three girls doing all sorts of sexy things to me and to each other. My hand was gripping my cock, pulling on me, working my excitement to new heights. Sliding my fingers along my shaft. And feeling myself getting close. My teeth clenched, and I let out a low moan as I my balls tightened and I came over and over. My cum sprayed all over my chest. 

I opened my eyes to see my mom standing in the doorway watching me. I froze, my cock still pulsating and oozing cum, dripping all down my hand. She stood there watching me with a sly smile on her face. She walked across my room into my bathroom and returned with a towel and tossed it on me.

"Clean up and come out to the pool with us," she said as she headed for the door.

When she went out she turned to look at me one last time with a big smile on her face. Once my door was closed I was able to move once again. I cleaned myself up and showered, got my swimsuit on and headed for the pool. And to my joy it wasn't mentioned at all while I was out there. It didn't even seem like mom was looking at me or trying to make me feel uncomfortable. 

I was wondering how our relationship had changed. Was nudity and sexuality becoming acceptable? This adult stuff was going to take some getting used to but it didn't seem all that bad to me. The rest of the weekend was quiet and uneventful.

Monday arrived too soon and I was back to school for my final week till graduation. It was finals week, so I was going to be busy the entire time. 

As I arrived home from school, and went to the fridge, I heard that sound again. I ventured up the stairs knowing full well it was my mom again but that didn't stop me this time. But this time when I got to the top of the stairs I heard her call my name. I was frozen in place. My heart was racing, and my cock immediately started to grow. I became brave and moved to the doorway to watch her as she had watched me a couple days before. She looked up at me with the most sensuous look in her eyes. Once we locked eyes, she never looked away, nor did she stop. Mindlessly my hand moved to my cock and adjusted myself thru my jeans. She kept on riding that machine she had and gripping the sheets.

"Come over here," she said breathlessly.

I instantly obeyed. As I moved to the foot of the bed, I could see she was totally naked this time and she reached up and grabbed my waistband pulling me toward her, undoing my pants and freeing my growing cock. It was right in her face as she started fondling it. A slight moan escaped my lips, which brought a smile to her face. Then she opened her mouth and sucked my cock right into her mouth. My knees buckled and I sat on the edge of the bed while she continued to suck me. Oh it felt so good, and to see this beautiful woman pleasuring me. Feeling her moans on my cock as she neared her own orgasm. As her orgasm ripped through her I felt her grip my hips fighting to hold her lips on me. She never stopped her head bobbing till she started to come down. 

She turned off the machine she was straddling then stood up, kissed me on the lips while climbing up on my lap, her legs straddling me. Her tongue entered my mouth as she pushed me onto my back and I felt my hard cock slide inside her. She rode me slow and steady, lifting up onto her extended arms, allowing my hands free access to her beautiful breasts. I pinched her nipples, then kissed and sucked on them. She was looking down at me, lust in her eyes as her hips rode up and down. 

Now I've been with other girls before, I was far from being a virgin. But today was totally different. She had taken control and was doing all the right things. Not fumbling around like most of the girls I've been with who weren't sure what to do to make them or me feel good. Mom knew exactly what she wanted and what would make both of us feel good. 

I was in heaven, but I felt it time to take some of the control back. I looked up at her with a look in my eye and a sly smile on my face that told her I was about to be mischievous. 

I grabbed her legs and lifted her up off of me, flipping her onto her back. I moved over her with my hands moving her legs together allowing me to kiss both her thighs. Slowly kissing up over her hipbones, giving the sexy hip extra special attention, working my way along from side to side. Over her sexy tummy, kissing each rib as I passed over them. 

I felt her fingers running through my hair as my lips moved over her breasts, pausing long enough at each to give special attention to just the right places. I looked up at her and took one of her hands off of my head to kiss each fingertip, palm, and wrist, doing the same with her other hand. Pushing her hands up over her head and my legs on the outside of hers, she was pinned and I knew I had control of her. 

She looked up at me and asked, "Now what, big boy?" 

I moved my knees to between her legs, one at a time, and lowered myself to her. She wrapped her legs around me as my cock found its new home deep inside her once again. I kissed her deeply with our tongues dancing and our hips grinding together. It felt so good. I pulled away from her lips to get some air and started my rhythmic thrusting and dove to her neck to kiss and suck. This brought a series of moans from her as I freed her hands and let my hands explore her body. She wrapped her arms around my back and held on, holding me right where she wanted me.

Her fingernails scratched my back and her legs tightened around me. My hips fought her legs and kept thrusting. Oh she felt so good under me. Smelled so sexy, and tasted so sweet. 

When I felt her hands pulling my head up from her shoulder, she looked me in the eye and said, "I want you behind me." 

I obeyed and lifted off of her as she moved to her hands and knees. I moved between her legs and grabbed her hips and thrust my swollen cock right into her wet shaved pussy. 

"Yesssss," she moaned softly. 

I started thrusting with everything that was in me. Our bodies were slapping together and the headboard was banging the wall, but we didn't care; we just kept going and going. Getting closer and closer. 

At that point I wasn't sure if she came or not even though it was evident that she was enjoying herself. When as I felt my balls tighten and that surge of energy flush through me, she let out a loud moan as I started to shoot my load into her. My moaning through my clenched teeth was in time with hers as I pumped my cum into her over and over. She lowered her head to the bed with her ass still in the air and I could hear her sigh in contentment. I was still inside her leaning down and kissing her back as I felt myself slowly start to go soft. 

My mom lay down on the bed and I joined her, spooning her so close, feeling her heart beat as she stroked my arms that were around her.




The Man Of The House



(First things first, if you for any reason think this material is illegal in your area, or you are offended by themes like incest, infidelity, Oedipal issues, or rough dirty sex, then please don't read this story. Trust me, this story isn't for you. Also, it goes without saying that this story is a complete work of fiction, as are all the characters in it, who are all 18 or older by the way too. Lastly, I am a new writer, and this is my second story on Literotica, so all feedback is encouraged and appreciated. Thank you for taking the time to read this story.)



There was no one at the airport to pick me up. I got a text message from my dad telling me to take a cab to his house. Well, the guy was nothing if not consistent, I'll give him that.

My dad had left me and my mom five years ago, and aside from court ordered child support the guy had dropped out of my life without a ripple. He had left when he finally started making what he called serious money. The kind that paid for expensive sports cars, fancy golf vacations, and 20 something girlfriends. Who would want to spend that money on a middle aged wife, and a teenager? Not my old man, that's for sure.

Actually my dad not being there to meet me at the airport was the first "normal" thing he had done in the last few months. At the beginning of the summer he had gotten in touch with my mom. It turns out he had decided he wanted me to live with him and his new family now. My first response was to tell him to fuck off, and I'm sure mom would have wanted to do and say much worse, but the bastard had us by the short and curlies. You see I had just turned 18, so my mom was going to lose that child support, and she'd just gotten cut back to part time at the office where she worked, so we were in bad straights. My dad must have known it too, because if I went to live with my mom, he would just happen to send her a check every month to help her make ends meet. Using money to get what he wanted from people was my dad to a tee, but wanting me around after all this time was a mystery.

The cab dropped me off, and I trudged up the long driveway to a house that could have easily held the apartment complex my mom and I lived in back home. I wondered if a maid was around to let me in, or if I would have to sit out on the step like a package left by the UPS guy.

It turns out I was spared that indignity when Lexus convertible pulled up just as I was getting to the door. A woman got out who just had to be my dad's new wife, and damn the old bastard had done well for himself. She was tall, had to be 5'9" 510", because even with some very tasty black stiletto heels she was only two or three inches shorted then me. She wasn't fat, but she sure as hell wasn't a gym rat or had an eating disorder, because that almost too short sun dress she was wearing showed off some world class curves.

Okay, this woman wasn't 100% natural. There is no way in hell a woman her age could have boobs that rode that high without a trip to the plastic surgeon, ditto for the heart shaped ass. She wore a lot of makeup, but it didn't look cheap. She must have been going gray, because her hair looked like it had been maybe auburn at one point, but was well on its way to a dark blond, and I couldn't tell if her tan was from the beach or a tanning bed, but it looked good. She looked like exactly what she was, a woman in her early 40's who thanks to money and good genes could compete with with women almost 20 years younger then her for men's attentions.

"Hi, I'm Harold's wife, Danielle," she said. There was no mention of mom, or step mom on her part, which could have been seen as a bitch maneuver, but her smile seemed warm and genuine. "You're Robbie, right?"

"Yes Mam," I said, years of living with my mom prompting a polite response no matter what I felt about an adult at the time.

""One rule around here, Robbie. Don't call me mam, it makes me feel like a dried up old woman."

"Yes M..." I stopped myself just in time. "so what do you want to be called?"

Her smile got even wider, "oh I answer to just about anything if the right man calls me it, but Danielle works just fine too. What about you? Are you a Rob, Robert, or Robbie?"

I felt myself returning Daniele's smile. "It works the same way with me as it does with you Danielle, whatever makes you most comfortable."

"Well I think we'll stay with Robbie, at least until I get to know you better" Danielle purred. I felt my cock begin to stir. For some reason it felt like my step-mom was flirting with me.

Danielle looked me over from head to toe and shook her head. 

"You don't look a thing like Harold," she said with a funny little grin.

I couldn't help smirking a little bit. My dad was maybe 5'9" on his tip toes, fighting an unsuccessful war against a pot belly as long as I could remember, and had a hairline that was in the process of moving to the back of his skull. I on the other hand was 6'4" and thanks to high school football, and hour upon hour in the gym carried close to 225 pounds of rock hard muscle. I also had a firm jaw, what I had been told were piercing blue eyes, and a full head of thick jet black hair. If I had been my dad 18 years ago, I would have demanded a paternity test.

"My mom says I take after her side of the family. She says I'm a dead ringer for her grandfather."

"Mmmmm, sounds like a man I would have loved to meet," Danielle said licking her lips

"Well Robbie, enough of this talking out on the step, let's get you into your new home," Danielle said slipping her arm around mine and walking me into that big house for the first time.

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It took me about a month to figure out what was going on around that place. First of all, I figured out why my dad decided I was worth having around again; it was strictly business. About two years before, my dad had signed on with his current company, a large Midwestern manufacturing firm. The company was run by an older guy but the older guy hadn't picked a successor to run the company after he was gone, and my dad's attitude has always been why be a vice-president when you could run the whole thing?

It turns out the old guy loved football, both the local high school team, and the state university where he was a pretty big time booster. I was already an all county linebacker my junior year, and the scouts were drooling over me big time. I guess my old man figured having a football hero for son would be one way to get on the old man's good side.

I think that is why my dad married Danielle too. Danielle had been married to the old man's son, who had died in a plane crash a couple of years before my dad had made the scene. Dad was setting himself up as the guy's heir, whether the old guy knew it or not.

Figuring out why Danielle had married my dad took a little more time. Well for starters, there was my dad's favorite motivator, money. From what I could tell, Danielle had been doing okay before my dad showed up, but when she married my dad okay jumped immediately to rich. My old man may have been a throbbing asshole with a tiny rock where his conscience should have been, but the guy could pull down serious coin. Not only did my dad make a nice six figure salary, but he worked his ass off every year and brought home one of those bonuses that could feed a third world country for a year.

I think there was also another reason why Danielle was married to my dad; she fucked around. Not a lot, and she wasn't sloppy about it, but she was definitely getting some cock on the side. Judging by the looks I saw when I picked her up at the country club a couple of times, her personal trainer and the tennis pro had gotten in her panties, and she was gone most afternoons, and a lot of nights with "her friends." Like I said before, it was nothing obvious, nothing that would make a stink, but my dad definitely wasn't the only ship putting into that harbor.

It took me a while to figure out why my dad would put up with his woman stepping out on him, aside from the fact that being married to her would give him a leg up at work. It wasn't until one Friday night when I was riding around with some guys on the team, and saw the old man's Porsche parked out in front of a local strip club that things fell into place. If my old man didn't hassle Danielle with her enjoyment of hard young cock, she probably wouldn't have a problem with him buying lap dances from girls half her age. I think that's what people call a win-win.

Oh, and I had a step-sister too, did I mention that already? Her name was Stacy and she was a serious piece of work. The low down I got from some guys on the team was that Stacy had spent her first three years at high school fucking pretty much everybody with a dick including the faculty and the maintenance staff. Sadly she had decided at the end of the last school year, that high school boys were no longer worthy of getting into her surprisingly tight little pussy, and was strictly spending time with older guys now. Judging by some guilty looks I saw from guys my dad worked with when we went to the country club for dinner, decidedly older guys.

Naturally Stacy was a cheerleader, but just from a looks standpoint I would have to say if any girl was born to be a Hooter's waitress, it would have to be Stacy. Almost as tall as her mom, and with that coltish grace that most tall girls carry until they finally fill out. tits way too big for her frame right now. I almost wondered if she'd had a boob job. A tight little high riding ass that seemed to roll on ball bearings when she walked, because Stacy inherited her mommy's love of high heels too. Auburn hair, probably the same color her mom had before the gray showed up, her mom's green eyes too, and a pretty cute smile I rarely saw, because I was her doofus step-brother.

Anyway, that was my new life, pretty fucked up, but I could deal with it. Although it started getting interesting almost as soon as I moved in.

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Like I said earlier, Danielle fucked around, and to be honest I didn't care about it one way or the other, but one Saturday things got a little weird. I was going to the gym to workout, and the shortest way to get to to from my room in the house was to use the sliding glass door on my bed room and cut across the backyard. to the garage (Danielle had gotten my dad to let me use the family sedan to go to school and the gym). This is how I happened to run into Ramon the pool guy.

As you can tell by his name, Ramon was cleaning the pool while I was walking past him. We made eye contact as I was walking past him and I kind of nodded, you know to say hi, how's it going, without actually stopping.

Ramon got this kind of smirk on his face and said, "you must be the new boy living here with senora and mister Wells."

Boy? I got your boy swinging right here between my legs asshole, I thought to myself, but didn't share that with Ramon. Still I stopped and the guy now had my complete attention.

"Yeah, something like that," I said, "so are you the pool boy?"

"I take care of things for senora Wells," Ramon sneered, "special things." He added, stopping just short of pushing one finger back and forth through a hole he made with his other fingers to completely spell out that he was banging Danielle. 

Okay, now this bozo was official on my shit list. I didn't have a problem him sleeping with Danielle, that was her's, my dad's and this dickhead's situation to deal with. I did have a huge problem with this guy coming into the place I lived and treating me like an asshole because he happened to be screwing my asshole dad's wife. I decided it was time to introduce Ramon to his place on the food chain.

"Wow, good to know Pancho," I said in my most friendly way.

"My name isn't Pancho cabron, it's Ramon."

"Whoa, my mistake Ramon," I said holding my hands up disarmingly. "Look, I'm sure you're doing a great job around here, okay? What do you say we shake and try to get off on the right foot together." I held my hand out with my my most winning grin on my face.

Ramon reached for my hand, and he wasn't smiling. You know I'm pretty sure Ramon was planing on squeezing my hand as hard as he could, and actually that's exactly what he did.

Too bad for Ramon, I was squeezing his hand as hard as I could too, and I just happened to be about a half foot taller, about thirty pounds heavier, and at least 10 years younger then poor old Ramon. We stood there testing each others grips for awhile, and then I noticed sweat starting to bead on Ramon's forehead, and then it started to look like he was biting his cheek, and after awhile his skin was starting to turn gray.

"Hi boys! Having fun?" Danielle asked walking out by the pool wearing just a black bikini and a nice pair of mule high heels.

I let go of Ramon's hand, and was very pleased to see he reached for it with his other hand trying to get some blood back into it.

"Hey Danielle, I was just getting to know Ramon." I said with a bright smile for my step-mom. I couldn't help noticing that Ramon's eyes were watering pretty freely now.

"That's nice honey," Danielle said settling in on a chaise lounge for a tanning session. I decided it was time to drop the hammer on poor Ramon.

"Yeah, the bad thing is Ramon was just telling me, that they changed his route, and he won't be coming around any more after today." That bright happy smile went far, far away as I looked at Ramon, and said, "isn't that right Ramon?"

Ramon saw the look in my eye and gulped. "Yes, they will be sending somebody else around now," Ramon said meekly.

"Oh that's too bad," Danielle said absently while applying sun tan lotion to her arms.

"Yeah, isn't it?" I said. I looked down at Ramon and looked at the pool. "Shoot buddy, forget about the pool today, I'll take care of it when I get back from the gym. Go get yourself a beer or something and kick back for awhile."

"I can't do that, it's my job," Ramon started.

"Don't worry about it Ramon, we're not going to tell your boss. I just want to give you a little going away present." I said with all the fake sincerity I could muster.

Ramon was completely flustered and just started saying "but, but, but," over and over again so I spelled things completely out for the cabron.

"Ramon, don't worry about it. There is nothing you were doing around here, that I can't handle, okay?" I said looking at Ramon like he was a turd in a punch bowl.

Ramon gulped again. "Okay Mister Wells," he said in complete defeat. Ramon got his tools together and didn't even look back when Danielle told him good bye.

After Ramon had left our lives forever I walked over to where Danielle was sitting. When I was standing over her I let my eyes slowly run down her body.

God that woman was meant to wear a bikini. Long smooth tanned legs running up to those high french cut bottoms of her swimsuit, a nice tight stomach that most women ten years younger then her would kill for, and what seemed like acres of cleavage spilling out of that tiny black top she was wearing. I let my eyes take another long slow possessive trip up to her pretty face. Danielle's pretty green eyes were glued to the front of my shorts, which were starting to fill out as I ogled her highly fuckable body. Finally her eyes drifted up to mine.

"I like that swimsuit on you," I said, surprised at how husky my voice had gotten.

Danielle ran her long pink tongue over her plump lips, "mmmmm, then I'll have to wear it more often." The smile she was flashing me was hot and predatory. Shit, this was getting was out of control.

"Okay, I've got to go to the gym Danielle," I said as I started to beat a hasty retreat. At 18 I didn't know much, but I knew fucking my estranged father's wife was a great way to get in all sorts of trouble. Still as I walked away, I couldn't believe the words that came out of my mouth, "try to be good baby," I said.

"I'll try daddy," I heard Danielle say with a giggle behind me. I stopped and turned back. Danielle was still giggling and leaning forward, her big knockers were bound to fall out of that bikini any second now. I could feel the head of my cock surging down my pants leg, the head would be out in the open air, any second now. I turned and got hell out of there.

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As far as school and football went, the next couple of weeks after the pool incident went pretty smooth. Things settled down at home too. Danielle always had a bright smile on her face for me, but that was as far as things went. At least until somebody watched me fucking one of my teammates' mom on our dining room table.

Look for all I've said about everyone else's sex lives in that house, I should admit that I was a long way from being a virgin when I walked through the door there. I was a star football player, tall, built, and good looking. My sex life started almost as soon as I had started high school, which it did for a lot of other guys who've played ball over the years. However, there were two things that separated me from most guys.

The first thing you need to know is I've got a big dick. Look, I'm not bragging, but when you have a cock that is roughly the same length and diameter as a can of furniture polish, calling it about average just isn't going to cut it. 

The second thing to remember is that I mainly fucked older women in high school. A few teachers, an assistant cheerleading coach, and lots of my buddies moms. I did this partly because even though a lot of young girls today dress like sluts, most of them don't want their first time to be with a cock that looks like it could split them in half. Also, most of the girls my age wanted to fall in love, or at least have someone willing to shower them with attention. Now when you consider the screwed up role model I got in my dad, I think I was kind of doing them a favor by not hooking up with them at parties and then never calling them again after a quick screw or a hasty blowjob in the front seat of a car.

Older women were a whole different thing. Most of the women I hooked up with were married, so they weren't looking for a date to the prom or wanted to hang out at lunch together every day. Also, it seems that as a woman matures, a big cock becomes a lot more desirable. Especially when that cock is attached to a good looking younger guy with lots and lots of stamina.  I don't know how these women found out I had a big cock, maybe they overheard their sons talking with their buddies about seeing it in the showers after practice, who knows? What I do know is every single one of them had a big smile on their faces when they pulled down my pants.

So I wasn't too surprised when Steven Corchalatta's mom called me out of the blue and asked me if I could come over to her house and move some boxes. I also wasn't surprised that nobody else was home, and the fact that Mrs. Corchalatta smelled like gin wasn't a shocker either. I picked up a box in the hallway and carried it up to her bedroom for her. Then I put her legs over my shoulders, and for the next 45 minutes before she had to pick up her youngest daughter from clarinet lessons, I hit spots in her wet little pussy with my cock that she never knew existed.

Things were going along very discretely. We got together once or twice a week and Mrs. C and she did a great job of taking the edge off an 18 year old boy's sex drive. Until that one day when she texted me and asked to see me after school.

Mrs C. Stopped by our house on the way from dropping one kid off for ballet lessons, and before picking up another kid from computer lessons. She said she had come to break up with me, that we couldn't keep doing this. This smelled like bullshit right from the get go. When an older woman wants to end it with a teenager, they stop calling. When they get you all alone, they want something else. I confirmed this when I pulled up her skirt, and not only was Mrs. C not wearing any panties, she had apparently just shaved her pussy.




The Man Of The House



I had met Mrs. C's husband a couple of times after games, and he seemed like a real nice guy. To be honest, I think most of the husbands of the women I've fucked over the years, have been nice guys and were polite attentive lovers. The one thing I've noticed with every married woman I was with, was that they didn't want me to be polite. I was something different, so they wanted it hard, rough, and a little nasty.

I pushed Mrs. C on to her knees, and she scrambled for my pants, almost tearing them open. I got the feeling with her husband she gave him oral on his birthday, and maybe on their anniversary. With me, she just devoured that long hard throbbing cock. She couldn't take it all, but could take the over sized head and maybe three inches of the shaft. God she looked hot, that mousy little housewife down on her knees with a big teenage cock making her cheeks bulge out. Her small delicate hands feverishly jacking the parts of my shaft she couldn't fit into her mouth. Every time she moaned the vibrations ran straight up from my prick to the pleasure centers in my brain. I found myself starting to rock my hips fucking her hot wet mouth even though she was starting to gag on that big piece of cock meat.

I would have loved to have just fucked her mouth hard, dumped my thick cum in it and then carried her up to my room and fucked her until my big balls were completely drained, but I just didn't have the time.

I pulled Mrs. C up off the floor like a rag doll and pushed her up on to the long mahogany tables my family ate formal dinners on. I roughly spread her legs, yanked her skirt up out of the way, and shoved my all of my cock up into her with one hard stroke.

The scream that came out of Mrs C wasn't surprising. What was surprising were the words that came out of her mouth after that primal scream.

"Yes...God Yes! More! Harder! pound my pussy...rip it wide open with that big fucking cock...yes...Yes...YES!"

A part of me wondered if I had heard the kitchen door close when I sunk my cock into Mrs. C, but now with her legs wrapped around my broad back, and her little ass bouncing off the table to meet every impaling stroke of my rigid dick, I couldn't bring myself to turn around and see if someone was there. I just started fucking Mrs. C so hard that 12 foot table began to bounce up and down underneath us.

Mrs. C had began to sob and babble uncontrollably. Her pretty little face had started to turn bright red, and I knew my horny little soccer mom was about to cream all over my big teenage dick. I grabbed her hips, and my fingers sank in as I got a tight grip to take her over the edge. I idly wondered what her husband would think if he saw those marks. I really didn't care. The sound of my balls smacking against Mrs C's ass got faster and faster, until she screamed so loud I'm still surprised the windows didn't shatter. 

My teammate's mom started to cum. Her eyes rolled back in her head and began to flutter as the pleasure just keep rolling over her. When Mrs. C's orgasm hit, I felt her hot little cunt clamp down on my dick getting even tighter, and I felt my balls begin to tighten and knew I'd be right behind her.

I kept ramming my cock into that pussy as fast and as deep as I could. I felt the pressure building up in my balls and knew I'd being joining Mrs C any second now. I pulled my cock out of her now gaping cunt, and walked up to her face. Mrs C had recovered enough from her own orgasm to talk to me again.

"Yes baby, bring momma that big hard cock. Stroke it sweetheart. Give it to me. Cover me with your hot sticky cum!"

My hand moved up and and my cock two, maybe three times, and then I groaned like a wounded bull as that first big thick rope of cum exploded into Mrs. C's face. Hot fresh cum, splattered out to her nose, and across her flushed cheek. Another bolt ripped out of my body splattering across her chin and dripping down her neck. I knew if I kept this up I'd make a huge mess, so I shoved the big mushroom head of my cock into her hungry mouth and pumped the rest of my orgasm down her hungry throat.

After a couple of minutes to come down from the bliss, I pulled my cock out of Mrs. C's mouth and used the head to push the puddles of cum on her face into her hungry mouth. She purred like a contented kitten. At least until she looked at her watch and saw she was late. She jumped off the table, kissed me hard and darted out of the room sucking the last of my cum off of her fingers. The subject of us breaking things off was apparently tabled for a later date.

As she left, I could have swore I heard a door close upstairs. Had somebody seen us? Nah, nobody was ever home this time of the day, you're just being paranoid I told myself as I left right after Mrs. C for a film session with the team. Still I wondered if I would have found somebody upstairs if I'd gone to check that day.

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As for the next couple of weeks, school was good; I was pulling at least a B in all of my classes, and the team was winning, so at least those parts of my life were normal. Life around that big old house got pretty strange. Danielle got more friendly every day. Always finding time to say hi and ask me about school and the team, oh and somehow always finding a way to touch me too. She didn't out and out grope me, but it seemed impossible for her not to say something to me and not touch my chest, or gently stroke my arm. God that woman was putting out signals like crazy, and even a boy like me could pick up on them.

The only reason I hadn't given Danielle the same thing I'd given Mrs C. that day is I hadn't forgot about my mom. If I screwed things up with my dad, I wasn't sure how my mom would be able to make ends meet without that money my dad was sending her, and even with all the blood rushing to my dick every time I saw Danielle, I had enough common sense to know those checks would stop if I got caught balls deep in my dad's wife.

Danielle's daughter Stacy, was a complete 180 from her mom. She acted like talking to me was the most unpleasant chore in the world, which really hadn't changed since I moved in, but now it seemed she was going out of her way to be snide and get in little jabs at me. I wondered if she thought I was stealing attention from her, but from what I could tell, she and her mom hadn't been that close before I showed up, and she had less use for my dad then she had for me. Being a smart and mature 18-year-old boy I had eventually chalked it up to Stacy being a gigantic bitch.

None of this would have mattered if I hadn't been home that one Saturday night. I should have been at a party. There was always a party for the football team every Saturday night. Somebody's folks would be gone, and 30 or 40 kids would pile into a basement with a keg of beer. Somebody would end up puking in an inappropriate place, a girl would cry her eyes out, and some drunk asshole would pick a fight. Normally that was actually my idea of a pretty successful soirée, but that particular Saturday I just wanted to be left alone.

I'd missed a tackle in the last game that the other team had gotten a first down on, and I was worried a college scout had been at the game. Mrs. C hadn't called since our little get together and I was going from horny to cranky, and probably most importantly I hadn't seen any of my old friends or my mom in two months. I was pissed, sad, and cranky in the way that only an teenager a long ways from home can be. I decided my best bet for that night, was to just stay away from people, which is why I was home that night and not throwing up in somebody's oven like I should have been.

I'd spent about two hours working out in my folks home gym, which had been a complete joke until Danielle had recently bought me a weight bench, a barbell and 500 pounds of cast iron weights. I'd worked up a good sweat when I heard a god awful racket coming from my folk's living room.

When I looked into the room I saw Stacy bumping and grinding for two asshole frat boys who were sitting on the sofa. Oh and I could safely call them asshole frat boys because of the popped collars, the matching fauxhawks, and the smell of some god awful body spray wafting across the room from those two jugheads. The fact that one of the dickheads had just shouted at Stacy to "shake it bitch," didn't do anything for the bad mood I had been nursing all night either.

Look, normally it would have been none of my business. Stacy was 18, the same as me, and whatever she wanted to do with whoever she wanted to do it with was her own business, but these bozos musical taste pretty much forced me to get involved.

I walked into the room, turned off the stereo, and got pretty much exactly the response I figured I'd get.

"Hey asshole, what's your fucking problem?" The bigger asshole demand jumping up.

I ignored him and looked at Stacy. "Can you explain to me how in the year 2009 you managed to find not one, but two Kid Rock fans?"

"You are such a dick," Stacy sneered at me.

"Hey asshole, I asked you what your fucking problem is?" The bigger asshole said, getting more pissed off by the second. When I turned to look at him, the smaller asshole had made it to his feet too.

"Well, you mean besides for your shit taste in music? Just off the top of my head, I'd have to go with calling my step-sister a bitch." I said looking down at the bigger asshole, who was still three inches shorter then me.

"What?" The bigger asshole said looking at Stacy, "that little slut?" The bigger asshole might have had more to say, but he was just as surprised as I was to find my hand wrapped around his throat.

"You two might want to put a little more thought into what you say tonight before you say it." I said looking the bigger asshole.

"Jesus man, what is your fucking problem?" The smaller asshole asked me, flat out scared by the situation he found himself in.

"God, you two are starting to sound like a broken record," I said to the smaller asshole. I looked back at the bigger asshole whose eyes were beginning to bug out now and let go of his throat."

Here is how this is going to work," I said to both of them, amazed at how reasonable I sounded to myself right now. "The first choice you two shit stains have is to grown some hair on your nuts in the next 10 seconds and step to me. You two morons kick my ass and you can sit here all night and listen to Bawitdaba until the fucking cows come home."

"Look man, we don't want a problem," the smaller asshole said. The bigger asshole was still gasping for breath, so at least I didn't have to listen to him too.

"In that case you might want to take advantage of your second choice. Walk your two narrow asses out that front door, get in your fucking car and get out of my sight, and I can guarantee you won't have a problem with me ever again."

"Of course, there is option three," I said feeling a weird smile spread across my face. "Still be in this room in 10 seconds, and I see just how badly I can fuck you up."

"Look man," the smaller asshole said, just about crapping his pants at this point; I cut him off.

"No, you look asshole, there isn't an option four. Your choices are one, two or three, and you're running out of time."

The bigger asshole had had enough. He grabbed the smaller asshole and they started walking to the door. I followed them out and made sure they got in their car okay.Once their brake lights were disappearing into the distance. I headed back into the house. Stacy was waiting for me by the front door.

"Jesus, you fucking asshole!" She yelled, "You're not my dad, you fucking prick!"

I was pissed enough to let Stacy know exactly what I thought of the situation. "No I'm not Stacy, which is why if you ever bring a guy home who actually likes you for who you are and not what's between your legs, not only will I mind my own business, but I'll give the guy a piggyback ride down to your room."

"Bastard," Stacy yelled and made to slap me in the face. I caught her wrist about an inch from my face. "Not tonight Stacy, I'm not in the mood. As a matter of fact, not ever, okay?" I said letting go of her hand.

Man, she was pissed, her face was bright red, and her hair was a mess. I don't think a guy had said no to Stacy in, well forever. Stacy played her trump card as she walked down the hall to her room.

"I'm going to tell my mom!" Stacy shouted and slammed her door behind her as she went into her room.

Great, I thought to myself, the perfect end to a perfect evening.

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When I came into the kitchen in the morning Stacy was sitting with her mom. Judging by how calm Danielle was, and how nervous Stacy looked I guessed Stacy hadn't told her mom yet about what had happened the night before. Maybe I would get lucky, and Stacy would just keep her mouth shut. I went to the refrigerator and got myself a glass of orange juice.

"Mom," Stacy began in a kind of sing song voice all kids use to tattle on each other. "Last night I had some friends over, and Robbie totally flipped out and threatened them."

So much for getting lucky. I put the pitcher of juice back in the fridge and walked back to the table with my glass.

"Robbie, is this true?" Danielle asked me.

"Yep, pretty much," I said sitting down at the table acting a lot more calm then I really felt.

Danielle looked at Stacy, "Robbie threatened girls from your school sweetheart? That doesn't sound like him."

"Well, they were't really girls," Stacy admitted.

"You brought home boys, from school?" Stacy didn't answer this question. Her ears were starting to turn pink. This was starting to get fun.

"They were a little too old to go to school with Stacy and I," I said, just trying to be helpful.

"You brought home two older men?" Danielle asked Stacy.

"They weren't men, they go to college." Stacy said getting defensive. "Besides, I've brought home boys before."

"Oh really?" Danielle asked. "Well thanks for clearing that up." Danielle looked over at me. "Was there any particular reason you threatened these two college boys?"

Now Stacy was starting to figure out just how deep the shit was that she had just stepped in. I cut her some slack, that she never would have done for me.

"Mainly because I didn't like the music they listened to." I said and finished off the last of my OJ.

"Really?" Danielle asked.

"Yep. It was pretty fucking atrocious."

"Hmmm, I'm not sure I believe that, but I think I'm going to let sleeping dogs lie here." Danielle said.

"What?" Stacy yelped. "That's it?"

"Stacy," Danielle started.

"He said he was going to fuck them up!"

"And I'm sure he would have honey. Look sweetheart, you have to understand, when you live with a man, a real man, and you bring another man into his house; he's just not going to stand for it."

"Robbie's a real man?"

"Well it certainly seems like it," Danielle said simply.

"And you're not going to do anything?"

"No sweetheart, now that your step-brother is up, I'm going to make breakfast."

"Since when do you cook?" Stacy demanded 

"Oh sweetheart, for the right man, your momma will do just about anything." Danielle said talking to Stacy but smiling at me. "What would you like for breakfast Robbie?"

I was as shocked as anyone else at this question, but Stacy looked like her head was getting ready to explode so I decided to milk the situation for all it was worth.

"Could I get steak and eggs?" I asked.

"Robbie you can get anything you ask for around here," Danielle said giving me one of her big sexy smiles. Stacy got so mad she literally stomped her foot and stormed out of the room. Danielle completely ignored her.

Danielle bent over to check what was in the refrigerator for breakfast. That short little robe rode up, and I got a great view of that big sexy ass of hers, and even a peek at the pink panties she was wearing. Danielle turned around, still bent over and looked back at me.

"Are you sure steak and eggs will be enough Robbie? How about some French toast too baby?"

Oh, just for the record, that was a very above average Sunday.

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Things settled down after that around the house. Well kind of, I mean there were no more surly pool guys or asshat frat rats showing up. Although something kind of weird did happen that Tuesday.

I was getting ready for school, which normally wasn't a problem even though Stacy and I had to share a bathroom. Things usually worked out pretty smooth because I liked to get to school about a half hour before classes started and Stacy was routinely 15 minutes late to school. The bathroom was about the only thing we didn't fight over, at least until that Tuesday.

Apparently the cheerleader squad was getting their picture taken for the school paper that morning, so Stacy not only had to be on time, but she wanted some extra time to do whatever the hell girls did in the morning to get ready to meet the world. Now if Stacy had just waited for me to come out of the bathroom, well she just wouldn't have been Stacy, now would she?

Stacy barged into the bathroom almost soon as the water stopped running for my shower. That's why I was standing there, buck naked running a towel through my hair.

"Okay loser, get the fuck out," Stacy groused as she came walking in. "I need to..." Stacy stopped talking. She had apparently lost her train of thought.

My bratty step sister was just starring at my body, like she had never seen a guy naked before. Okay, I know I'm not your average guy. Long well muscled thighs, bulging calves, a V shaped back, and clearly defined shoulders, arms, and chest. Oh and even though I need to carry some extra bulk for football, I've still got a six pack that could land me a spot on a reality show, if I didn't have a sense of shame.

Not that Stacy was looking at those parts of me. Her pretty green eyes were lasered in on my half-hard cock laying about 7 inches down my left thigh. Not that I blame her. Even when it's soft, those big veins run up the shaft to that big over sized head. Most other high school girls who had seen it, usually got spooked. One girl even turned white and I thought she was going to pass out. My step-sister involuntarily licked her lips, and god, her nipples were hard as little rocks under that little babydoll nightie she was wearing. It was then I had to admit Stacy wasn't your average little high school girl.

Still, we both apparently had to get off to school.

"Stacy, Stacy? Stacy, my eyes are up here," I said, not bothering to hide my smirk.

Stacy finally managed to tear her eyes away from my dick. She was actually breathing hard. She looked up at me and blushed crimson. "Pig!" She barked, trying to get control of the situation.

"Well give me 10 more minutes and I'll be a shaved pig with brushed teeth," I said with a laugh, slipping into a tight pair of briefs that did nothing to hide the bulge they were carrying.

Stacy turned on her heel and stormed out of the bathroom, "Prev," she said over her shoulder.

"Love you too sis," I said laughing as she slammed the door.

For some reason, I was in a good mood for the rest of that day.

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Oh course Danielle was still as friendly as ever. Actually she was way past friendly and seemed to be going out of her way to tease me.

Danielle had always worn skirts, but suddenly they seemed to get shorter and shorter. they went from right above the knee to mid thigh, to barely skimming her ass. Well except that one day, when she wore that black and white pencil skirt that looked like it had been spray painted on to her ass. After about an hour of watching her slink around the house in that with some five inch platforms, I ended up in the hall bathroom for a good half hour jerking my cock.




The Man Of The House



She went crazy with her shoes. I mean I had never seen her in flats from the day I moved in, but she started really showing off her collection to me. Stilettos, swing back mules, clear heeled stripper shoes, boots, from ankle boots, all the way up to thigh high, in every color in the rainbows. She even teetered around the house in a pair of eight inch heels that she must have got from some fetish place. I honestly don't know how she was able to walk in them, but the way her hips rolled when she did had my cock so hard you could have used it to drill a hole through the sidewalk.

Danielle didn't just wear shoes, she broke out all sorts of nylons to torment me. red, black, some with seams running down the back, some that were patterned, fishnets, thigh highs, some that stayed up on their own, and some that needed garter belts that peeked out from under those tiny skirts she owned.

Those short skirts also gave me a serious peek into Danielle's pantie collection. Little frill wisps of fabric peeking out from under ridiculously short skirts, and seemed like I never saw the same pair twice. Well except for those days when she must have been wearing thongs. At least I think she was wearing thongs.

As for her tops, they were all sheer, and if they didn't have a scooped, Danielle made sure to leave at least three buttons undone. As near as I could tell, she pretty much gave up on wearing bras when my dad wasn't around. I got almost used to seeing those huge knockers of hers sway with every step she took, and judging by the way her nipples were always showing through her top, the hot slut was just as horny as I was.

And Danielle didn't just use clothes to tease me. She was always finding new excuses to bend over in front of me to show off that hot ass of hers, or shoving her tits in my face when she was offering me a sandwich or a cold drink. It had reached the point we couldn't pass in the hallway without me feeling her hand trail over my butt, and I'd lost count of the times she dragged her big tits across my back, because the doorways in the house were suddenly too narrow. God, one night, when dad actually showed up at home, and we all ended up watching TV together, Danielle went completely over the top. She sat next to my dad and nuzzled up against him while we watched a movie. The only thing was she spent the whole movie blowing me kisses and crossing and uncrossing her legs so I was able to make sure she wasn't wearing any panties that night.

It was crazy. It was nuts, and the only way I could stay sane was to beat off at least four times a day. That's why Danielle found me that one afternoon in my room with my jeans around my ankles and me slowly working my fist up and down my long hard dick.

"Poor baby, let momma help you with that," Danielle purred as she walked across my room, and wrapped her hand around my cock.

God it felt good, but I had to fight the pleasure.

"No," I moaned, "Can't."

"Can't what baby?" Danielle whispered in my ear; her hand working with mine lazily moving up the the tip of my cock and then all the way down to the base.

"Can't fuck you...you're my dad's wife...oh god...that would be bad."

Danielle nibbled on my ear. All I could smell now was her perfume. She whispered into my ear again.

"Shhhh, baby. That's okay, momma won't do anything you don't want to sweetheart," Danielle promised me as I felt her bright red nails drag along the shaft of my cock. "But baby, you are so hard. You need to cum baby. Maybe mommy can just suck on that big dick for a little bit? How does that sound sweetheart? Can mommy suck your big fucking cock?"

Oh god, that was just what I needed and I so wanted to say yes, but even then, with my brain completely scrambled, I knew once Danielle wrapped those lips around my fuck stick I wasn't going to be able to stop until I'd fucked every hole she had raw. Still all I was able to get out at this point was a long drawn out, "nooooooooo!"

Danielle moved down between my legs, pulling her top down, and exposing her tits as she went. She smiled up at me as she moved down on to her knees. "That's fine baby, but your cock is so fucking hard, just let momma help you, please Robbie?"

She didn't give me a chance to say no this time and moved her mouth over the head of my cock. Still she kept her promise, and even though I could feel her hot breath on my cock, she never took it in her mouth or wrapped her lips around it. Instead, what she did was slowly dribble saliva over my aching prick until it was drenched in her warm fluid.

Danielle reached down and cupped her breasts together. She looked up at me and winked. "Do you like momma's big tits baby?" She asked with a sly smile.

"Fuck yes," I heard myself growl, feeling more like a wild animal every second.

Danielle spat between those big fleshy orbs and rubbed them together, getting them almost as slick as my cock.

"Of course you do baby. All real men, like big tits. Now let momma show you why," Danielle moaned as she wrapped her big jugs around my slick, shiny cock.

It was my turn to moan as she started dragging those big fun bags up and down my cock. My cock was now dribbling precum in a steady stream and it only took a few seconds before Danielle's cleavage was as wet and tight as any pussy I'd ever fucked before. Pretty soon without even thinking about it, I was beginning to to bounce up out of the chair to met her boobs as the descended the length of my cock, and that seemed to please Danielle to no end.

"That' it baby, fuck momma's tits...I love your fucking cock baby, so big ,so hard, show mommy what you can do with that big throbbing prick...are you going to cum baby?...Cum baby, cum for mommy!"

I couldn't take any more and groaned/shouted "fuck" as I felt my cock explode. It was between Danielle's tits when that first rope fired out the end, so it ended up spattering all over her cleavage. Danielle knew her way around a cock and knew what she wanted. She moved her mouth over the head of my cock and started to jerk it, milking rope after rope of hot cum up into her greedy mouth.

In the distance I could hear the garage door opener, but at this point I didn't care. I just sat there as Danielle made sure she got every drop of her step-son's cum. A little trickle of it escaped her lips, but I think Danielle did that on purpose, just so I could watch her lap it back up with that long talented tongue of hers.

I heard the kitchen door close downstairs as Danielle Struggled back into her top. She whispered in my ear as she stood up.

"See how much fun we can have not cheating on your dad, baby?" Danielle gave me a kiss and walked across the room to my door. When she opened it we could hear my dad, downstairs in the hallway.

"Danielle, are you home?"

Danielle looked back at me with a huge grin on her face.

"Yes Harold, I just had to take care of something here upstairs. Stay where you are baby, I want to give you a big welcome home kiss!" Danielle yelled brightly down the stairs. Then Danielle gave me an evil wink to let me in on the little joke she was about to play on my old man, and sauntered down the hall.

I looked down at my cock, and it was still hard as a rock. I swore to myself, the whole situation was completely out of control.

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I hoped against hope that if things would just settle down, that I could get a handle on things. All I needed was some time to think and get my act together. My dad getting called out of town for at least two weeks to open up a new plant, pretty much drove a stake through the heart of that plan. As soon as the guy drove off to the airport, I knew somebody was getting fucked in our house. Still, I never would have imagined what happened next.

I was sitting in my room trying to get my calculus done. It wasn't easy between, spending 20 hours a week on football, and dealing with a step-mom who couldn't wait to get fucked silly by yours truly, It was hard to concentrate on derivatives. It pretty much became impossible when I saw what was standing in my doorway, my step-sister Stacy, in her little cheerleader suit.

Stacy walked in the room, and closed the door behind her.

"I don't have time for your crap today Stacy," I told my step-sister. "Get the hell out of my room."

"I know what you've been doing with my mom."

I looked up at Stacy, inwardly crapping my pants.

"What have I been doing with your mom?" I asked, my voice way calmer then how I was feeling.

"You've been fucking her."

"Have not!" I was a little too quick and a little too loud responding to that one, and I tried to cover up for it. "What makes you think I've been fucking Danielle?" I asked.

"She's been dressing like a whore and making googly eyes at you for weeks!"

"Well according to your logic Stacy, I must be fucking you." I said smirking.

"What the hell are you talking about?" It was Stacy's turn to get flustered. For some reason I wondered if I'd hit close to home with that one.

"Well, you're in my room in that skimpy little outfit, are you looking for a ride on my cock sis?" I asked grabbing my crotch.

"This is my cheerleading outfit," Stacy yelped, "I had to wear this to school today!"

"But you didn't wear those heels to school, did you Stacy? Wear slut shoes like that to school, and Mrs. Dolan, your homeroom teacher would have sent you to the principals office, and you would have had to blow vice-principal Connors...again." I was barely able to keep from laughing at this point.

"You bastard!" Stacy shrieked and pulled back her hand to show me just how unhappy she was. Once again I caught her wrist in midair, right before she was about to make contact with my face. Stacy tried to twist out of my grasp, "Let me go," she whined. 

Suddenly I was pissed. My grip tightened on Stacy's arm and I yanked on it, to pull her face down level with mine.

"I thought I told you about this slapping shit?" I snarled to her. "You know Stacy, I've been nice and reasonable with you for three months, and you know what? Reasonable just doesn't seem to work with you. I think it's time to see how being unreasonable works."

And with that, I jerked Stacy down over my knee, with her round little butt pointing skyward, and her head almost touching the floor.

"Let me go you fucker!" Stacy screamed.

"Not until you learn some manners, you spoiled brat," I grunted. Stacy was struggling buy I outweighed her by 100 pounds, and could easily control her with just one hand. I flipped up her short cheerleading skirt and was surprised to find her wearing a racy little red thong.

"Any reason you slipped into this when you got home Stacy," I asked, my big hand toying with that little strip of fabric riding up between her cheeks. "If you' wore this to the pep rally I would have to hear from every guy on the team about what a slut you are...again."

"Go to hell!"

"You know what? I'm sure by the time I get done with you tonight I'll have earned a ticket, but still it's time for you to learn some manners brat."

I brought my hand down on Stacy's ass. The flat crack of it filled the room, only to be immediately drowned out by Stacy's scream of rage and indignation. I didn't give her any chance to recover, and immediately started bringing my hand down, again and again, giving Stacy the spanking she had been needing for years.

After a few minutes, Stacy's ass was bright red, and I was just stroking it. Loving how sexy it looked, so red, and flushed. I couldn't believe how hard my cock was. I'd never this done this before, but it seemed I liked it.

And I wasn't the only one who liked it. Even though Stacy was quietly sobbing, she was undulating her hips, and grinding her hot little pussy against my jeans covered cock.

"You like this, don't you slut?" I barked in Stacy's ear.

Stacy shook her head frantically.

"No, please let me go, Robbie. I'll be good. I'll be a good girl, I promise."

I brought my hand down on Stacy's hand again, almost without mercy.

"Liar," I sneered. I pulled that little thong out of the way, it was soaked through. My fingers started rubbing her lips. "If you don't like it, why are you so fucking wet?" I slid a finger inside that hot little honey pot, "tell me the truth slut."

Stacy's response was to moan like a bitch in heat when my finger pushed up into her.

"Oh Christ, yes. I fucking love it. Do anything to me, whatever you want, just please Robbie, please fuck me hard," she said looking back at me, her hair wild, and breathing liked she'd already run a marathon.

It sounded like a plan to me. I shoved Stacy on to the floor in front of me, and roughly yanked her panties off of her. I shoved her hands into a hasty knot I had made with that thong and pinned them behind her back. If she wanted to she could have gotten out of it in a second, but Stacy didn't make even the slightest effort escape.

I undid my belt, and pulled down my pants and underwear. The head of my cock was standing straight up, and almost purple. I'd never been so ready to fuck somebody in my life as I was as I moved behind my step-sister's red little butt.

I spread her cheeks, and slowly pushed the dripping head of my cock into that hot, sweet little hole. Stacy and I moaned in unison as my cock started to work its way in. I took my time, not because I wanted to be gentle with Stacy, but more because I wanted to enjoy every inch of my step-sister's cunt. I bottomed out with about two inches to go and then slowly pulled my cock back, feeling the muscles of Stacy's hot little box drag along my dick, almost like it was trying to stop me from pulling my cock out. When I had only the big bloated head of my cock still inside her, I hesitated for a second, and then rammed it back it as hard as I could.

Stacy screamed like a banshee, and I felt her little teenage pussy clamp down on my cock as she had her first orgasm on her step-brother's cock. I started fucking her with long hard deliberate strokes, gradually going faster and faster until I was fucking her like a man possessed.

"Oh my, it looks like you kids are having fun." I heard a voice say from my doorway.

Danielle was standing there in a white bra and panty set, with white thigh highs, impossibly tall white high heels, and a matching pearl necklace and pearl earrings.

I looked up and didn't miss a stroke.

"Close that door, and get out of those clothes; you're next slut."

Danielle gave me one of her patently hot predatory smiles as she closed the door, and walked across the room shedding that bra, and freeing her big full tits. When she got over next to me, she slowly slid out of her high cut French panties and showed me her wet dripping cunt.

Danielle stepped over next to me and ran her long red fingernails over my sweat soaked muscles.

"Mmmmm, Robbie, momma likes it when you're bad like this," Danielle purred.

I grabbed the hot older woman by her hair and pulled her mouth to mine. I felt her moan around my tongue as my cock keep pounding into the pussy of her baby daughter.

We finally broke our kiss, and Stacy looked up at her mom.

"So big mommy, so fucking big," she moaned.

Danielle stroked her daughter as she got fucked.

"See baby? See how good it is to have a real man in the house?" Danielle asked her daughter.

"Oh fuck mommy, I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum again. So fucking good mommy!"

Danielle looked back at me with a wild look in her eye.

"Do it stud, make my baby girl cream for her big strong man."

I was already on the case. I'd grabbed tightly hold of Stacy's hips, and pounded her cunt as hard as I could. It was less then a minute when before screams filled the room. She bounced and ground on my cock for another minute or two, but finally slumped forward, fucked out, at least for now.

"My turn now baby?" I heard and turned my head. Danielle was down on her hands and knees just like her daughter. I didn't need another invitation, and pulled out of Stacy and moved up behind her mother. Danielle looked back at me as I rubbed the head of my cock against her dripping pussy.

"Baby, you can fuck my pussy whenever and however you want, but the first time stud, I need you to claim my slut ass."

Just to make sure I got her message, Danielle spread her cheeks and showed me her tight little rosebud, that looked wet and shiny.

"I'm already lubed, baby, and I wore a butt plug all morning, so you don't have to treat me like a fragile flower," Danielle told me with a sly grin, "just fuck me like you own me."

It sounded like a plan to me, and I buried my cock in Danielle's ass up to the root on my first stroke.

It was Danielle's turn to scream.

"Oh yes daddy, just like that, more, faster, harder, fucking more!"

I gave Danielle exactly what she was asking for, why not? She'd been begging for it, more or less since the first day I'd gotten there.

Pretty soon I was pounding Danielle's ass just as hard as I been using her daughter's pussy. Speaking of Stacy, she watched me fucking her mom's ass with her jaw hanging slack.

"Damn mommy, how can you take all that cock back there?" She asked in wonderment.

"Your mommy's just a fucking slut baby," Danielle said with a grin. "Do you want Robbie to fuck you like this too baby?" Danielle asked her daughter.

"I think it's too big mommy."

Danielle looked over at her daughter as my cock kept plowing into her round butt.

"You just have to get ready for it baby...oh yes you fucking stud, right there...do you want mommy to help you get ready for your man's cock?"

Stacy nodded, her eyes never leaving my cock.

Then show mommy your ass, baby,"Danielle told her daughter.

I couldn't believe what I saw next. Stacy got on her hands and knees in front of her mother, and Danielle proceeded to bury her face in her daughter's crack, obviously rimming the little slut like there was no tomorrow. Pretty soon I noticed that Danielle was sliding her fingers in Stacy's hot little cunt to get them wet, and then working them up her daughter's ass.

Stacy was getting into it. By the time her mom had gotten her third finger inside Stacy, the girl was grinding her ass back into her mother's face and moaning like a cheap little whore.

Suddenly Danielle looked back at me.

"Please daddy, I need to cum so fucking bad, please rub my clit."

How could I say no to that? I reached up under that sexy woman and found her hard little nub, standing straight up and begging for attention. It only took about a minute before Danielle began to scream just like her daughter, begging me to fuck her ass wide open as she came all over her step-son's cock.

After another minute, Danielle pulled her fingers out of Stacy's tight little ass and told me "the slut was ready."

I moved back behind Stacy and couldn't believe it, as Danielle grabbed my cock and guided it into her baby girl's most forbidden hole.

"Show this little slut who's boss," Danielle whispered in my ear as I felt the head of my cock slide up into her daughter's ass.

I meant to take it easy with Stacy, but I guess her mom had gotten the little whore wound up, because Stacy kept humping her butt back against me until I was in her as deep as I could get. I thought to myself, screw it, and just started fucking her ass as hard as I had just taken her mother's.

Stacy started to moan, and her mom asked her if she liked it.

"I fucking love it, mommy." Stacy looked back at me. "Harder you big fucking stud. Ruin my ass for any other man!" She commanded. I gave my little brat exactly what she asked for.

Danielle kneeled down next to her daughter, and pretty soon the two horny minxes were tongue kissing as I jackhammered my cock into Stacy harder and harder. Finally Stacy couldn't hold out any more, and I felt her start to have yet another orgasm.




The Man Of The House



Dad is a career military man and is away on some top secret government assignment way more often than he is at home. At least, he says he is. Consequently, Mom and I never lived on a military base after I started school. And we never got to accompany him on any of his assignments. She opted to move in with her parents out in Arkansas. The town was so small that it didn't even have a fucking Wal Mart. When I was ten, Mom moved the two of us to San Diego. I am now nineteen and am attending a nearby community college. I don't really have a major as of yet but, if anyone asked me, I would tell them I was leaning towards wanting to be a teacher.

Mom and I got along great with each other. We rarely disagreed about much of anything. She pretty well kept to herself, often telling me that she didn't need all that many friends because she had her handsome young son to take care of her. Then, the day after my twentieth birthday, the shit hit the fan.

It was Friday. My last class of the day was over and I was anxious to get home. Friday's was always pizza night. When we were sufficiently stuffed we would retreat to her bedroom to watch a movie. Mom chose the bedroom over the living room because it was more comfortable for her to lay in bed instead of sitting on the sofa. Often times I would lay down behind her. When I did she would wiggle around until her backside was pressed into my groin and her back was against my chest. I always propped myself up on my elbow so I could see. More often than not, my free hand would be resting on her hip. She never said anything, so I guess it didn't bother her all that much. She never said anything about the boner I always seem to develop, either.

When the movie was over, we would kiss each other good night and I would rush off to my bedroom to beat off. I couldn't help it. Lying in such close proximity to each other always made me horny beyond belief. It was always a quick session with me cumming after only a few strokes, so I never really had time to fantasize about Mom all that much.

My cock was beginning to twitch in anticipation when I stepped on the porch but, it quickly lost its ambition the moment I opened the door.  

"Damn the luck," I muttered to myself as I looked across the room. Dad was home!

He stood near the swinging batwing doors that separated the living room from the kitchen, his suitcase in hand.

"Leaving already?" I asked.

"'Fraid so, son, he said as Mom entered from the kitchen. "'Fraid so."

I could see that Mom had been crying. She looked a little angry, too. I was about to ask what was wrong when she spoke.

"Tell him why," she said, her voice full of bitterness.

Dad gulped as he silently looked first at Mom and then at me.

"Go ahead, you son-of-a-bitch," Mom demanded. "Tell him why."

Dad never said a word. He just turned and walked toward me. He stopped long enough to give me a hug and whisper in my ear, "Take care of your mother. She's gonna need you." And, just like that, he was out the door. Gone!

I shuffled the few steps over to Mom, put my arms around her and gave her a hug. "It's gonna be okay, Mom," I told her. "Whatever it is, we'll get through it. Just like we always do.

Mom sniffled and cleared her throat. "I don't know, Terry. I just don't know." She nestled her face into my shoulder and began to sob.

I never said a word. I just let her cry while I caressed the back of her head with one hand and rubbed her back and shoulders with the other.

Gradually, the sobbing subsided, slowly fading into an occasional sniffle. I heard her take a deep breath. Her voice trembled as she spoke. "He's found someone else."

What?" I queried. I could hardly believe what I had just heard. "Who? How? Why?"

"He just came in," Mom began. "Bastard didn't even sit down. He just waltzed on in and said he was leaving. He said he had met someone in the Philippines that he'd fallen in love with. He just came by long enough to get a few things."

"Probably some whore," I said matter-of-factly.

Mom pulled herself from my embrace and looked up at me, her face full of questions I didn't know if I could answer or not.

"I was faithful to him," she said. "I had several chances, but I was faithful. Dammit, I was faithful to that no good bastard!"

I pulled her back into my embrace and kissed her on the ear. I felt her shiver. 

"Is there something wrong with me?" she asked. Mom shook her head as if to clear her thoughts. "Why?" 

"Dad's a fool," I told her. "Why, any man that got a good look at you would want you."

"Any man 'cept your father," Mom said.

"He's a fool," I repeated.

I held her at arms' length and gave her body the once over. "You're beautiful," I told her. "You've got a perfect body. And," I said, trying to make her smile, "you've got a rack that any sensible man would salivate over."

Mom looked me in the eye and blushed. "You shouldn't say things you don't mean, son."

"Honest, Mom, not one of my friends' mothers even come close to measuring up to you. If you weren't my mother, I'd be on you in a New York second."

Mom's face registered a bit of shock and I immediately began to apologize. Then, for the first time since I'd come home, I saw a faint smile on her face. "Thanks," she gushed, "but I still think you're trying to bullshit the public."

"Tell you what," I said. "Just to prove to you that I ain't lying, why don't you go upstairs and put on some fresh make up. I should be finished cleaning up by the time you get back down here. Then we'll go out to eat instead of eating in like we usually do on Friday's. What do you say?"

Though she protested, I could see in her eyes that Mom was warming up to the idea of spending a night out instead of being cooped up in this small two bedroom apartment that had shrunk considerably since Dad had so unceremoniously burst her bubble.

Mom brushed a stray strand of hair away from her eyes. "But, I must look a fright," she charged. "And I'm sure you really don't want to be seen out in public with a frumpy old housewife like me."

"Mom!" I sighed. "How many times and how many ways do I have to tell you that you're wrong? You're the most beautiful thirty eight year old woman I know. You've got another hundred years before you have to worry about being frumpy."

Mom's face took on an excited look. A look that I hadn't seen in quite some time. Then I delivered the piece de resistance. "Besides, we haven't celebrated my birthday yet."

She threw up her hands in surrender. "Okay," she said. "You win."

"Great!" I replied. "I'll be ready in five minutes!" I turned to go to my room.

"Slow down, slugger," Mom said as she grabbed my shoulder and gently spun me back around. "Rules have changed just a bit."

I just stood there dumbfounded, unable to comprehend what she was saying.

"If we're gonna celebrate your birthday, we're gonna do it right. And it sure won't be in no pizza joint." She leaned in and kissed me on my right cheek. Now you go take a shower and put on your Sunday best. We're going to take this town by storm!" Her excitement was contagious.

"Where we going that's so all fired important that I dress up?" I asked.

"Ain't gonna tell you," Mom said with a wink. "It's a surprise." She pushed me away and swatted me on the butt when I turned and headed to my room. 

"Git," she said with an added chuckle. "And don't come back here until you're presentable!"

"Okay. Okay," I said with a laugh as I turned my head and gave her a broad smile. For the moment, at least, Mom seemed to have put Dad completely out of her mind. I was happy for her, but I knew that her feelings of despair and helplessness would return with a vengeance. It was just a matter of time. Right then and there, I purposed in my mind to do whatever it took to keep her happy and content.

After showering, I went to my closet and thumbed through my clothes, quickly settling on a white dress shirt, a light blue pair of dress pants and a dark blue blazer. Since I didn't cotton to wearing a tie unless I absolutely had to, I decided to go tieless. I slid my feet into a pair of black socks and then into a pair of black patent leather shoes. I was ready to go.

I stepped into the living room just in time to see Mom's descent down the stairs. I gave her a loud wolf whistle. She curtsied once she had negotiated the last step and smiled. Mom looked absolutely radiant in her knee length navy blue cocktail dress with a v-shaped neckline that plunged deeply into the middle of her breasts.

In her left hand, she clutched a small purse that matched the color of her dress. A three stranded string of dazzlingly beautiful pearls hung from her neck. Oh, yeah. Did I mention her three inch black stiletto heels and her coffee colored nylons?

"I guess that means you approved," she said as my gaze made multiple trips up and down her body. 

I was inwardly embarrassed when I caught myself wondering if she was wearing panty hose or regular stockings and a garter. "Maybe they're the 'stay up by themselves' kind," I said to myself.

Before I could think about what I was saying I further embarrassed myself when I said, "Do I? Mom, you look good enough to eat."

Mom tittered and said in a low, sultry voice, "You don't look so bad yourself, tiger." She emphasize her statement with a low growl.

We laughed and giggled all the way to the driveway where Mom tossed me the keys. Again, I was temporarily dumbfounded as I stood by my beat up old Ford Escort. She had never let me drive her car before. Never!

"Might as well go in style," she told me. "Now, get over here and be the gentleman I know you are."

I clicked the key twice as I rushed over to do Mom's bidding. I opened the passenger side door, took her gently by the arm and helped her get situated. Her dress slid upwards, revealing a bit more of her nylon covered legs, but not enough to reveal what kind of nylons she was wearing. In spite of myself, my dick started tingling.

I closed the door to her Volvo and moved quickly to the other side and, for the first time ever, entered Mom's car from the driver's side. I fastened my seatbelt, put the key in the ignition and started the car. Before I backed out of the driveway, I turned towards Mom and simply asked her, "Why?"

"You're the man of the house now," she said. "And, that position does have its privileges."

"Okay, where to?" I asked after we had entered the street and I had put the car in drive.

"Keep going in this direction until I tell you to turn," Mom replied.

I followed her directions, turning when she told me to until she said, "Pull in there," as she casually pointed toward what was probably the most ritziest restaurant in town.

"Welcome to The Golden Harbor," the parking attendant said as I handed him the keys.

"Are you sure we can afford this?" I whispered to Mom as she placed her arm in mine.

She slightly raised her right eyebrow, smiled and then she nodded. "Tonight, we can afford anything," she said with a lilt to her voice.

"I see," I said. "Damn the consequences. We'll worry about that tomorrow." I gently nudged her in the side to let her know I was joking.

"You got that right, buster," Mom said, her voice still a bit high pitched. "Now escort me inside before I change my mind."

Once inside the restaurant the maître de escorted us to a table next to the dance floor. A small band was playing as a rather diminutive man with very little hair on his head was serenading us with a more than passable version of Frank Sinatra's "My Way."

We sat down and, right away, we both ordered a New York steak with mashed potatoes and a side dish of mixed vegetables. Mom wanted hers medium rare. Me? I'm more of a "well done" type of eater. I want my steaks cooked as done as you can get 'em without burning 'em. I asked the waiter for a glass of milk and a glass of sweet tea.

"Would the lady like to see the wine list?" he asked. Mom offered a very polite refusal and said, "I'll have the same as him."

"Very well, Madame. I'll bring your drinks right away." 

Meanwhile the singer had finished and sat down while the band played on. The music was soft, slow and very sensuous.

Mom and I sat across the table from each other while we waited for our food. It came much sooner than I expected. After we had taken a couple of bites, I asked Mom if she wanted to dance. "Sure," she said with a smile. "Why not?"

Mom melded seamlessly into my arms and wrapped hers around my waist. We swayed to the music as I tried to keep a respectable distance between the two of us. It was Mom who made the first move.

"What are you afraid of," she asked as she pressed her breasts into my chest and her stomach ground against my groin. It didn't take long at all before I sprouted a massive boner. Mom's slight hesitation in her rhythm was the only indication that she was even aware of it. I damned near came in my pants as she ground herself against my extremely hard cock. I was saved a major embarrassment when the song ended and the sax player announced a short break.

We made our way back to our table to eat and wait for the next set. As soon as the band began playing again Mom and I were back out there dancing. This time, it was me who made the first move.

I pulled Mom tightly against me. She let her head rest on my shoulder. A few gyrations was all it took to sprout another woody. Feeling a bit bolder than before, I put my hands on her hips and pulled her even closer. 

"Ummmm," she moaned. "This feels soooo nice."

I bent down to kiss her on her cheek, but she turned her face just in time for our lips to collide. I could feel her mouth open slightly. However, I kept mine closed. We held the kiss quite a bit longer than a mother/son kiss should be.

"Phewww," she said as she broke contact. "It's getting a bit warm in here. Don't you think?"

We finished the dance and went back to our table to finish our meal. Mom was barely done with wiping her mouth with her napkin when she suggested we get ourselves home.

"Still up for a movie?" I asked.

"You bet," Mom replied.

"Tell you what, Mom. We'll stop by the video store on the way home and I'll let you choose the movie. How's that?"

"Fine," she said as she asked the waiter for the check.

We stopped in the front on our way out so Mom could pay the bill and then we left. We waited curbside while the parking attendant brought Mom's car around. He held the door open while Mom sat down and swung her feet and legs inside the car. Once again I saw a great expanse of her nylon clad legs but, like earlier, her dress didn't slide high enough to show me what kind of nylons she was wearing. The parking attendant closed the door. I gave him a twenty, went around the back of the car to the other side, got in, fastened my seatbelt, and drove away.

At the video store, Mom and I browsed the selections. Unable to make up our minds, Mom suggested we check out the adult section. I was completely stunned.

"Mom!" I exclaimed.

"What's the matter, Terry? Don't tell me you don't watch a little porn once in a while."

"Once in a while?" I said to myself. "More like every chance I get." But this was different. I didn't think that your everyday run of the mill suburban mom would be caught dead watching porn. I guess I was wrong.

"I do," I stuttered. I just don't watch it with my mom, that's all."

"It'll be fun," she said as she grabbed me just below my right elbow and led me past the curtain into the "dirty movie" section where we saw several rows of DVD's that covered every subject from blowjobs to anal to lesbian sex and everything in between.

"What about this one?" Mom asked as she handed me DVD case. It was titled, "Sonshine For Mommy."

I didn't have to read the description to know what the movie was about. I looked at the case and then looked at my mom. Was she just teasing me or was she being serious? I took the case from her and pretended to read the back.

My dick was hard as a rock when I gave it back to her. "You're just teasing...right?"

Mom looked me in the face, briefly allowing her gaze to drift downward. She winked and said, "Serious as a heart attack."

I hesitated, still unable to grasp the idea that my own mother wanted to watch a porn movie with me.

"Come on," Mom implored. "It'll be fun; the two of us all curled up like we always do."

"Fun, my ass," I thought. "It'll be pure torture laying there with a boner I can do nothing with. With any luck at all, I'll have blue balls for a week."

Priapism was another word that came to mind. I could imagine the look on the doctor's face when I told him, "You see, Doc. I was watching this porno flick with my mother and..."

Finally, I could speak. "Okay, Mom," I told her. "I'll try most anything once."

"Good," Mom said. "It's settled. Let's get our tired butts home before I have a change of mind."

Mom paid the clerk for a two day rental and, once again we were on our way home. I still had no clue as to the style of nylons Mom was wearing. 

Fortune must have been smiling down on us. Mom, me and my hard on made it home in one piece. As soon as we entered the house and the door was closed and lock Mom turned to me and kissed me on the lips. This time, when her lips opened, I pushed the tip of my tongue past them and into her mouth. I could feel the suction as she sucked it even farther inside, our tongues all the while slashing back and forth, jousting like the knights of old. Only difference was that our lances were a lot smaller and were made of human flesh.

I allowed Mom's tongue to chase mine back inside my own mouth where I clamped my lips around her tongue and sucked as hard as I possibly could. Mom ground her stomach against my raging, nearly out of control erection and groaned lustily.

"Ummmm," she said when we finally broke our kiss. "That came up out of the blue."

"Felt good, Mom," I told her.  I licked my lips and leaned toward her, intent upon a repeat performance.

Mom put her hand on my chest to stop me. "Whoa, Tiger, We're gonna have to save that for later. Right now, I'm going to my room to change into something a bit more comfortable.

"And, you, my handsome son," she said as she caressed my cheek, "need to do likewise." She turned toward the stairs. "Come on up when you've finished," she said over her shoulder. "I should have everything setup by the time you get there."

"Hot damn!" I thought. "Did she really mean it when she said to save it for later?" My dick wouldn't stop twitching.

"Later. She said later." Those words created a constant swirl of unholy desire within my mind as I quickly changed into my pajamas and bounded up the stairs to Mom's bedroom.

I opened the door without knocking; the same way I had done so many times in the past. Mom looked up from where she was sitting in front of her vanity mirror. "You startled me," she said. "Wasn't expecting you so soon."

I just stood there in the doorway gawking. I must have looked like the proverbial deer that was caught in the headlight. Mom had on the skimpiest of lingerie; a lacy blue bra and thong set that was as see through as a glass window with a slightly more opaque garter. It was blue, also. Only it was a bit darker shade of blue. She turned to face me as she unhooked a garter snap on her right thigh. She smiled.

"Come on in," she said. "Climb into bed and get settled. I'll be there as soon as I get the nylons off."

My voice, squeaky and more high pitched than normal, cut through the sexually charged air like an arrow shot from a crossbow. "Leave 'em on," I urged. 

Damn! "Where did that come from?" I screamed to myself. My brain hadn't told me to say that. Or had it? I was so embarrassed and was about to apologize profusely when Mom spoke.

"You're the man of the house," she said as she reconnected the garter snap to her nylons. She stood, turned, walked over to the bed and sat down just as I was pulling the sheets over me. "Can I take off my shoes?" she asked as she looked over her shoulder at me.




The Man Of The House



I could hardly believe it. Mom was a different woman than the one I had seen earlier today. She seemed to have put Dad completely out of her mind.

"Sure," I told her. "Someone could get injured with them spiked heels poking around under the covers.

Mom slipped the shoe on her right foot off and dropped it on the floor. She quickly followed suit with the one on her left foot. In no time at all she had slipped under the covers and was reaching for the remote control on her bedside table. She clicked a couple of buttons and the flat screen TV came to life. Then she scooted back until her back was pressed tightly against my chest, which naturally caused her butt cheeks to come to rest on my rock hard pecker.

She wiggled her butt trying to (I assumed) get settled comfortably and I groaned; a mournful utterance that sounded to me like someone who was in great distress. My cock twitched almost violently, making it nearly impossible for me not to come in my pajamas. But, I triumphed and it lay length wise in the middle of Mom's butt crack, trembling.

It was Mom's turn to moan as I placed my hand on her hip and began to run my fingers up and down the length of her garter strap. Eventually, I let the palm of my hand rest on the top of her nylon covered leg before I slid it up a bit to let it rest on her bare thigh. 

After a couple of sexy commercials, the movie started. The opening scene was of a young man entering the kitchen with a load of books. He set the books on the kitchen table and moved up behind his mother who was at the sink washing dishes. He pressed his groin up against her butt, reached around and cupped her breasts in his hands. The mother acted surprised and, in about a half of a second she began grinding her ass against him. Another two minutes of "action" and her dress was pulled up past her waist and he had his dick balls deep in her cunt.

I don't know how long I had been doing it, but I suddenly became aware that I was humping Mom's butt crack. And not so subtle like, neither. When I realized what I was doing, I stopped immediately but, to my surprise, Mom's ass was still squirming. So, I resumed my thrusting.

Almost without warning, my cock fired its first load along her ass crack, across the back of her garter and up on to her back. Six more loads, each exploding more violently than the previous ones, shot out on to her back, followed by a couple of seconds of dribbling before I had finished with my orgasm.

Mom turned her head and said over her shoulder, "Finished?"

"Yeah, Mom. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry son for something that is as natural as breathing itself."

I pulled the sheets away from us and apologized again as Mom rolled over onto her stomach. "I'll clean it up. Just give me a second."

I started to get up so I could go to the bathroom and get a wet towel to clean my spunk off her back when I developed this crazy idea. I was going to lick her clean. I had tasted my own baby making juices several times over the last few years and, though it was not what I would call delicious, the taste was not even close to being offensive.

I moved to my knees, brought my face to her ass crack and lapped up the first dollop of cum. Mom shivered and shuddered like she had suddenly developed a case of malaria. Except for an occasional moaning sound, she was silent as my tongue followed the trail of jizz going up her back. She spoke for the first time when I reached the back of her garter belt.

"Don't swallow it all, baby. Save some for Mommy."

I didn't answer her. I just kept on licking my way up her back. I had to swallow some of my cum to make room for more. However, when I had captured the last bit on my tongue, I took Mom by the shoulder and gently turned her on to her back.

She lay there with her mouth slightly open, anticipation written all over her face. I lowered my head until my lips met hers and then slowly let my splooge slip through my lips into her now wide open mouth. I slipped my tongue inside Mom's mouth and swirled it around, all the while giving her more and more of my baby making juices until I had nothing more to give. I broke contact and watched Mom as she swallowed several times before she could get it all down her throat and into her stomach. 

"God damn, son," she gasped as she swiped her tongue across her lips. "I'd forgotten how good a man's cum could taste. I think it is so sexy to see a man who isn't afraid of tasting his own cum."

I lowered my head once again and nibbled lightly on her left earlobe. Mom moaned again; this time a bit louder and a lot longer. She continued to moan as my tongue traced it's way along her jaw line to her other earlobe, stopping every second or two to kiss her where my tongue had just been. After teasing that earlobe, I turned my attention to the hollow of her neck, licking that indentation until it was shining with my saliva.

While I was slavering over that part of Mom's body, I pushed her bra upwards and off of those beautiful tits of hers. In just a matter of seconds, my lips found themselves wrapped tightly around her right nipple.

Mom arched her back and her entire upper body shook with desire as I tugged on her other nipple with my thumb and forefinger. Had I just given my own Mom an orgasm? Not being all that experienced when it came to sex, I wasn't sure at all. I just continued suck on one nipple or the other. Whichever nipple I wasn't sucking, I was playing with the other.

Mom's moaning had increased both in volume and regularity. Her hands were on my head, pressing my face into her more than ample bosom. I heard her disappointed groan when I reluctantly took my mouth from her tit and licked my way down to her belly button, so I replaced my lips with my other hand.

I traced the tip of my tongue around the edges of her navel several times before I plunged it as deep into it as I could, twisting my oral digit this way and that way as Mom's moans got even louder. She was now gasping for breath.

I left that area of intense sensitivity and was soon inhaling the sweet aroma of her snatch as I licked around the edges of her thong. From hip to hip I journeyed, my tongue touching both the thin strip of cloth that ran across the front of her groin area and the skin above it before I placed my mouth over her panty cover clit and began to give it a deep stroking with my tongue. 

When Mom cried out, "Oh, yes! Oh, oh, fucking yes!" I knew I had hit the right spot. I released Mom's left tit, slid my forefinger under the skimpy material of her thong and deep into her salivating pussy. This time Mom screamed her approval.

"Goddamn, son," she yelled. "Your gonna make your mother cum!"

I inserted a second finger into Mom's vagina and sawed them in and out of that velvet cavern at breakneck speed. I'd read stuff on the internet about a woman's g spot and how to locate it, so I decided to put that knowledge to the test.

I slowed my thrusts, turned my hand palm up and curled my fingers a bit and began to rub my fingertips along the upper lining of Mom's vagina. Right away, I encountered an area that felt a bit rougher than the skin that surrounded it. I rubbed that small area lightly, but firmly, with my fingertips.

Mom's entire body shook uncontrollably as she grabbed the back of my head and held it in place as she shoved her mound firmly against my face. I found breathing to be a bit difficult, but I didn't give a damn. I was eating my mom's pussy and we were both enjoying it. Her, perhaps, more than me (if that was even possible)!

Her breathing became labored and very erratic. I paused to catch my breath. "Don't stop now!" Mom cried. "I'm almost there!"

Mom continued to hump my face as I kept on caressing her g spot. Suddenly her arms fell lifelessly to her sides. I lifted my head and released her nipple from my grasp, grabbed the front of her thong and ripped it from her quivering quim. Now, it was flesh on flesh, lips on clitoris.

I would tease Mom's clit with the tip of my tongue. Then I would caress it with my lips, sliding my lips up and down that tiny protrusion in much the same way a woman would bob up and down on a man's cock. I alternated between licking Mom's clit and sucking on it, doing my best to send her over the edge. Finally, it happened.

Mom grunted and cried out loudly. Once again, she held my head against her sweet pussy, humping my face faster than I thought was humanly possible. Suddenly, her pussy erupted, spraying her female ejaculate into my mouth. So much of it that I nearly choked before I could swallow. Her legs were now locked around my neck. I couldn't have moved if I had wanted to.

Her body quivered like a bowl full of jelly long after her pussy stopped erupting. Finally, that, too, stopped. Mom now lay before me with her legs and arms splayed wide. Except for an occasional contented sigh, one would have thought Mom were dead.

I moved from between her legs and lay down beside her. I idly caressed Mom's tummy, moving my hands in circles and occasionally cupping one of her breasts.

After several minutes had passed without either of us saying a word, I felt Mom begin to stir. She slowly rolled onto her side and looked me in the eye. "You are a very talented young man," she said in a reverent whisper as she reached for my penis. She gave it several strokes and spoke again.

"I sincerely hope you are as talented with this big ol' thing as you are with your mouth and tongue." She lightly squeezed my cock for emphasis.

I humped her hand and kissed her lightly on the forehead. "Whenever you're ready, we can both find out," I told her.

"Oh, lordy," Mom said as she breathed heavily through her nose. "With someone as talented as you hanging around, I do believe I could go all night and all of the next day, too."

Mom scooted down in bed until her face was level with my unruly black pubic hair. Still keeping a grip on my dick, she brought it toward her until it was touching her lips. Another round of lightning coursed through my body as she closed her lips around the head. Without any warning, she took all of my six and a half inches into her mouth and partway into her throat. She swallowed a couple of times causing her throat muscles to constrict around the head and then retreated until my rod popped out of her mouth.

"You're about the same length as your dad," she said lustily. "But you are a helluva lot thicker than him." 

Again, she wrapped her lips around my cock head and bobbed up and down while she used her hand to masturbate me. I could feel that familiar rumbling way down in my balls and I knew that I would be cumming soon. I tried to push her head away from my cock, but nothing doing. She clung tenaciously to my steel like rod and would not let go.

"I'm gonna cum soon," I said with a loud groan. "If you don't stop, you're gonna have to swallow another load."

Mom paused only long enough to say, "Think you can make it a three-peat?" She continued slowly bobbing up and down on my hot, fleshy appendage without waiting for answer.

I nodded in the affirmative. "I sure as hell hope so," I said, my voice suddenly high pitched and ragged. 

It was then that Mom used her other hand to tickle the underside of my balls. I nearly lost my load. How I managed not to lose it is still beyond my understanding. Then she began to lightly run her fingernails along my perineum from my balls to my asshole and back.

Her fingers made the round trip several times before she reached between her legs. I know she had put a finger or two inside her vagina because her middle finger was sopping wet with her juices when she shoved it very unceremoniously all the way into my asshole. A couple of seconds of massaging my prostate was all it took. I felt my nuts lurch in their sacks as they sent a torrent of splooge up my urethra and into her mouth.

Immediately, Mom unwrapped her hand from around my dick and sucked it into her mouth all the way to the root! Every time she swallowed her throat muscles would constrict around the head, triggering another massive eruption. I thought I would never quit cumming!

But, as they say, all good things must come to an end. If you ask me, this was one blowjob that ended way too soon. It was that good. I found myself wishing it could have lasted forever.

My cock was still standing at attention when Mom released it from the magical warmness of her loving mouth. She licked a few strands of my fuck juice from the crown and crawled up to kiss me. I could taste myself on her lips and tongue, but that was it. To my disappointment, she had swallowed it all!

I put my arms around her and pulled her in close. Mom buried her face into my shoulder and squeezed me tightly. I caressed the back of her head as I whispered, "I love you, Mom. I will love you forever."

I think she said, "I love you, too, son." But I couldn't be sure. Her voice was garbled with sleep. 

We fell asleep in that position but, sometime in the night our positions changed. When I woke up the next morning, I was lying flat on my back. Mom was lying on her back also. Her legs were crossed at her ankles and her hands were cupping her titties. Even though she was fast asleep her fingers were busy teasing her nipple!

I crawled quietly out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom to take a piss. When I finished, I returned to the bed but, instead of lying down, I moved to Mom's side of the bed. Looking down at her nearly perfect body, I couldn't help but wonder if this was going to be a "once and done" thing or would she want to continue with our illicit, sinful coupling. I know I wanted to continue this incestuous affair for as long as Mom would allow it.

With that thought in mind, I gently uncrossed her legs and eased myself onto the bed and between her legs, hoping like hell that she didn't wake up. Not just yet, anyway. I wanted Mom to have a good head of steam already built up when she did become aware of her surroundings.  That would make it a lot more difficult to say no.

I admired her voluminous black bush. Ever since I'd first begun looking at porn, I was drawn to the photos of those women who had a lot of hair covering their nether regions. "Damn!" I thought to myself as I caressed her fur covered mound. "Most men would love to have a beard that thick and long!"

I knelt down and buried my face in Mom's bush, using my fingers to separate the outer lips of her pussy. My tongue darted out and inside her velvet lined cunt. I fucked her with my tongue and, at the same time, massaged the outside of her hooded clit. Mom groaned and twisted her torso just a bit when my tongue first made contact with her clit but, otherwise, she remained still.

I gently pushed her hood back, exposing her little button of joy and sucked it in between my lips. I began to slowly caress her clit with the tip of my tongue, stopping for an occasional nibble with my lip covered teeth. Nothing hard. Just barely a bit of pressure.

By now, Mom had instinctively grabbed two handfuls of hair and was holding on for dear life, seemingly determined to draw my entire head inside her vagina. She drew her legs up until her feet were resting flatly on the bed. I seized that opportunity to slide my hands around her hips and onto her breasts where I proceeded to lightly caress the ends of her nipples with the palms of my hands.

"Ohhhhh," Mom moaned as she locked her legs around my neck.

I began to lick her clit in earnest. Over and over again, like a person possessed, she drove her mound into my face as I struggled mightily to maintain contact with her clit.

The first indication I had that Mom was awake was when she released the death grip she had on me with her legs and I heard her say in a voice husky with desire. "Baby, I've got to get your cock inside me. Now!"

I was startled. I had been so concentrated on bringing Mom to an orgasm that the world could have come to an end and I wouldn't have noticed. 

"But, you haven't cum yet," I told her.

"I can't even begin to count the number of times you made me cum last night," Mom replied. "I swear that I am still lightheaded from all the excitement."

I pulled my face from between Mom's legs and shuffled my forward until my cock was directly over her mound. "Give me that pillow," I said.

Mom handed me the extra pillow and immediately lifted her hips so I could slide it under her hips. This definitely wasn't her first rodeo. She'd "been there; done that."

When she settled her backside into the pillow, all I had to do was back up just a hair and my cock was lined up with those open, engorged pussy lips. I pushed forward and the head of my cock entered Mom's fuck channel. I paused to let her get used to my girth before I pushed another inch inside of that hot channel.

"Ohhhh," Mom moaned. "You are sooooo much bigger around than your dad. It feels like you are trying to shove a telephone pole in me."

"We can stop anytime you want to, Mom." I didn't want to withdraw my cock from inside her love canal, but I would have if she'd told me to.

Mom shook her head. "No," she groaned. "Just take it easy until my pussy adjusts to your cock being inside me."

I pushed slowly, pausing each time for a second or two before inserting my dick a bit further inside the hot, melting oven of her love. It seemed like an eternity had passed before I found myself buried balls deep inside my mom.

I pulled back out until just the tip was all that remained inside Mom. Then I went back in. Only one stroke this time and I was all the way in. One very unhurried stroke.

I repeated this process several times, not wanting to hurt Mom in any way whatsoever. Then Mom began moving with me, our matching thrusts gradually picking up speed until we were fucking like rabbits. 

Faster than a speeding locomotive, my balls would crash against her ass, withdraw and then back in balls deep. Mom's grunting matched the rhythm of our incestuous perversion. "Unh...unh...unh," she grunted over and over again.

I paused for a few seconds to delay my impending orgasm before continuing to pound Mom's pussy with wild abandon. "Don't stop, baby," she pleaded. "I'm almost there."

"So am I," I said, my voice low and raspy. "So am I."

"I can feel you swelling up inside..." Mom said just before her body took control of her senses. 

I pulled Mom's legs up until her ankles were resting on my shoulders. I pushed her feet together and began sucking on both of her big toes at the same time. Our bodies truly became as one when we both began trembling uncontrollably at almost the same time. My balls lurched and I began squirting my love juices deep inside her love canal.

Mom's body seemed to be twisting and turning in several directions at the same time. Her vaginal muscles massaged my cock with its rhythmic contractions, forcing even more white molten lava up and inside her. I must have squirted a dozen times before my cock stopped firing.

Mom's movements had all but stopped. We were both exhausted. I stayed inside Mom, still sucking on her toes until my cock became limp enough that it would no longer stay inside her. I stopped sucking and her legs fell back to the bed. I rolled off her and onto my back, unable to move.

When my euphoric trance subsided enough to allow my thought processes to begin to function one again, I turned towards Mom and said, "Wow!"

Mom looked happier and more content than I could ever remember seeing her. She just lay there beside me, sighing repeatedly. Finally she reached out her hand and caressed my face. I felt more love being conveyed through that simple little gesture than I ever felt before. 

Finally, Mom spoke. "That was incredible, baby. No man has ever made me cum like that until last night and today."

"I want to continue making you happy, Mom," I told her. "And not just in bed, either."




The Man Of The House



Mom smiled and kissed me on the end of my nose. "If you expend as much effort in everything else you do, I have no doubt that you will."

I pulled Mom close to me and hugged her tightly. "I have just one question, Mom."

"Yeah, son?"

"Over the years, you had to have felt my hard cock against your butt most every time we laid down together to watch a movie. Up until last night, you totally ignored it. Why?"

Mom wiggled out of my hold and looked me in the eye. "Lots of times, Terry, I wanted to start something between you and I but, like I said yesterday, I was faithful. Above all else, I was faithful to your dad. Then when he came home and told me he'd found someone else, I figured it no longer mattered." She reached down and lightly squeezed my cum encrusted cock. "I will never consider what we did last night and this morning as being unfaithful to your dad. Nor will I consider what we do in the future as being unfaithful. He's out of my life for good."

In the future? Did she say, "In the future?" My mind reeled with the knowledge that Mom was willing to continue in this incestuous affair. I hoped it would continue forever!

"So this is not a one time thing, then?" I asked.

"No, sweetheart," Mom said as her hand rode up and down my quickly hardening cock. It lurched into diamond cutting sex tool when she whispered, "You're the man of the house now. And I will never ever let you forget it."

Mom squeezed my cock again and then rolled over onto her back. She spread her legs wide and held them up with a hand behind each knee. "Come on over," she said "and fulfill your husbandly duties."

I gladly obliged her.

We continued our love affair for another forty years. We made love at least twice a week up until about a month before Mom passed away. No one in our community or our church ever suspected a thing. If they did, we didn't hear about it. Not that we would have give a damn.

Other than Mom passing, there is only one sad note to this affair. No matter how hard we tried, we were never able to have children.

THE END



The Man of the House



Lucinda had recently turned 18 years of age when she entered the house of Mr. John Larkin. About to enter the drudgery and despair of the workhouse, he had noticed her situation and had arranged for her to be installed in his household as a maid. His current maid had recently retired and he was of want of one.

He lived with his niece in a modest country house that was serviced by a 'live out' cook and a housekeeper. Lucinda had no experience but was soon shown the basics by the housekeeper. She got along with all the staff and family including Constance, Mr. John's twenty year old niece.

One of her duties in the evening before retiring was to fold down Mr. John's bed and insure the bed pan had sufficiently warmed it to his liking. It was while doing this task one evening, when Mr. John entered the room.

"Good girl Lucinda," he said.

"Now Lucinda, I'm not feeling quite sleepy yet, so I would like you to perform a task to help me achieve this state. I don't suppose you would have been shown yet, so come over here and I will instruct you."

"Yes Sir," she replied, taking the bed pan out and bending down to place it under the bed. He admired her small rear-end, which was covered by the starchy black skirt of her maids uniform. Lucinda shyly turned to face him as he was now standing near her facing the bed. She demurely clasped her hands together in front of her as she obediently looked up at him.

Taking off his tie, Mr. John threw it on the bed. "Now firstly, undo my shirt buttons."

"Yessir," Lucinda replied obediently.

He helped by undoing the first few then she did the rest. His white shirt fell open to reveal his naked chest and stomach. Lucinda blushed.

"Now unbuckle my belt and unbutton my trousers."

She looked up nervously, "Sir, yes sir."

Her small hands struggled at first, then unclasping his belt and the top button of his trousers, she noticed a bulge protruding through the material.

"My zipper as well."

This she did and his trousers fell to his ankles, the bulge was now quite noticeable through his white long johns.

"Now you must get on your knees and pull my pants down."

"Yes sir," Lucinda replied.

She hitched her skirt a little to allow her to sit down revealing her black leather boots and her thick white stockings. On her knees, she raised herself slightly taking hold of his long johns on each side of his hips and gently slid them down his legs. To her amazement, his penis bounced wildly out, erect and proud, inches from her face. Lucinda looked at his throbbing member wide-eyed.

"Is this the first time you have seen one?" he asked.

"Yes sir," she replied.

"Well, now is as good as time as any to learn about men. Now take hold of it."

She wrapped her tiny grip around his stiff cock.

"Now pull my skin back to expose my knob."

"Yes sir," she said, as she pulled his fore skin back to reveal his huge purple helmet, she looked at with awe.

"Now put your hand in your lap."

Her hands obediently went back to her thighs and she knelt there in front of him his erect penis dripping excitedly with pre-cum.

He put his hands on each side of her head, his fingers running through her brown bobbed hair, gently fondling her ears which made her shiver. He pulled her head closer to his cock its purple head resting on her lips.

"Now open your mouth."

Lucinda open her inexperienced mouth and he pulled her head onto his stiff cock as he pushed it in her mouth.

"Good girl, now suck. Suck as hard as you can."

She did, tasting his cock juices and feeling the veiny hardness of it as it slid in and out of her warm inviting mouth. The harder she sucked the harder he thrust his excited cock, until it exploded in her tiny mouth. He pulled it out but still he ejaculated, pulling her head closer as she sat there with her hands in her lap. His cock danced and throbbed over her face covering her in hot white cum. He pulled her even closer, her face pressing into his sweaty balls as his member came to rest on her face.

"Good girl!" he gasped. "Now go clean yourself up, you're dismissed."

"Yes sir," she got up and left the room, saying, "Good Evening sir."

"Yes. Good evening Lucinda. You're a good girl."

She smiled with a blush as she closed his bedroom door behind her.

***

It had been a week and Lucinda had become accustomed to her new employment and surroundings. She went about her work diligently and for the most part with enjoyment. Her quarters were located in a small adjoining room in her master's bedroom, containing a bed a small table and a candle. After her work she had a little time to relax before sleep, so was quite happy.

One evening, she had been tasked to draw a bath for Constance, her young mistress. She would be taking it in her uncle's room as that was the largest fire on the upper floor. After setting the fire and boiling the water she filled the large copper basin which the housekeeper had placed in front of the fire. Constance was called and Lucinda began assisting her remove her clothes.

Constance was a nubile twenty year old with long blonde hair and of fine manners. As she was removing her garments the master entered the room and sat in armchair next to the fire and near the bath. He watched with enjoyment as she slid out of her clothes, his eyes taking in her peach little bottom and her pert little breasts. Lucinda couldn't but notice the blonde wisps of her pubic triangle.

Constance stepped into the fragrant water and stood there for a moment, shyly enjoying the attentions that her uncle and his maid were paying towards her.

After strict instructions not to wet her hair, Lucinda gently poured water over her shoulders and gently bathed her using a natural sea sponge, running it over her body until her mistress was satisfied, she stepped out of the tub, allowing Lucinda pat her skin dry, after which both girls stood there awaiting instructions.

Lucinda in her maids uniform with her hands clasped together and Constance in the same pose only naked.

Mr. John rose from his seat and began folding up the sleeves of his shirt.

"Yes. Very good," he said.

Then strolling over to them he kissed each girl on the forehead. He towered over them in a manly fashion. His fingers traced down Constance naked shoulder and gently pushed her arms away from where they covered her modesty.

Kneeling in front of his niece his head was at the height of her small breasts which he began to kiss. His hands began caressing her hips and buttocks, spreading her cheeks apart his fingers and feeling her anus.

Constance let out a little gasp as a finger found her hole. After sucking and kissing both of her nipples, her Uncle kisses began to move down from her chest, over her tummy until he was kissing the fleshy mound of her blonde pussy, his tongue lapping at the length of her slit.

All the while, Lucinda watched, in quite excitement. She felt a moistness between her legs.

"Now lay down my sweet child," Mr. John said, as he lay Constance on the rug, spreading her naked legs to reveal her wet, pink gash. Bending down he began to lick her, suck and eat her in earnest. Constance moaned with pleasure. He then positioned her on all fours and he slurped greedily at her hole as if he was enjoying a delicious meal.

Finally, Mr. John stood, his mouth glistening. "Very good," he said.

"Now Constance dear, help me undress Lucinda."

Uncle and niece began with her pinafore, then her black dress was removed and her bodice opened to expose her budding breasts, taking off her bloomers. She soon stood there in bodice, her white woolen stockings and her black leather boots, he fingered at the moist mound between her legs and she gasped.

"Very nice indeed, yes you have a splendid vagina," he complimented her. He then laid her down like he had done Constance and began tonguing her in the same manner. Constance was instructed to sit in the armchair and to open her legs and spread her pussy for him to see and enjoy. An order she obediently complied with.

"Indeed. Excellent tasting vagina!" he said. After a moment, he stood up and began to undress, he urged the girls to enjoy the taste of each other and positioning them on the rug in a 69, carried on removing his clothes and watched as they lapped at each other with abandonment. He removed all the articles of his clothing except long white under pants and vest and went over to his large emperor sized bed and laid down on his back.

"That's enough girls, come here please."

This they dutifully did. Constance jumping on the bed joined by Lucinda after she had taken the rest of her clothes off. Lucinda watched in amazement as Constance wildly tore down her Uncle's pants to expose his raging hard on. Taking it in her hand she greedily sucked away.

Lucinda watched this, kneeling on the bed and enjoyed the elderly male hands which fingered at her pussy as his niece sucked him. Lucinda looked at her master and he indicated for her to join his niece at his manhood.

Bending over, Constance popped his glans out of her mouth and said, "Suck his balls girl." Then immediately thrust his stiff cock in her mouth.

Lucinda bent towards his balls sac and after massaging his testicles for a few moments took one in her mouth and began to suck on it, she could feel the suction of Constance on his penis.

Mr. John watched with pleasure at the two pert bottoms that were thrust out towards him as they worked on him, the gaps revealing a tight blonde slit and a wet dark one, both of his hands went under them and he toyed and massaged the fleshy skin flaps as his cock felt the ecstasy from their young passion, as both hot warm mouths, drooling over his throbbing member and aching balls.

Mr. John could hold back no longer. Placing them in a doggy style position, side by side, he proceeded to slide his cock into their dripping cunts. First in his niece's tight little slit, groaning as he pushed the whole length of his rigid cock deep inside her, his ball feeling the soft tenderness of her young thighs. Then, next into his young maid's virgin hole, enjoying how her tight little pussy wrapped around his throbbing shaft.

Lucinda could feel his length throb inside her wet slit and moaned is excitement as he pulled out and then pushed back in again.

On the verge of climax, Mr. John laid back an instructed his girls to address his erection with their tongues again. They eagerly licked up and down his fleshy pole, their tongues lapping at his purple glans until he exploded like a fountain in between their faces. The young girls greedily licked and swallowed his hot sticky spunk, not until it was dry and flaccid were they satisfied.

"Splendid job girls," Mr. John complimented them.

All three lay back and he pulled the bed covers over their naked bodies and fell asleep with both girls in wrapped in his arms, resting on his chest. Constance gripping on to his limp member and Lucinda holding his testicles in a gentle embrace.



The Man of the House



It was finally the big day. For months, they had talked and dreamed about living together, about sharing the same home, and at last it was coming true. It was a cozy little place in the suburbs, traditional and yet modern. The house, along with the neighborhood, had a sense of class and comfort, but also somehow managed to evoke humility and modesty. He had been concerned at first that it was beyond his pay grade, but her recent promotion had helped substantially - so much so, in fact, that they enjoyed the luxury of getting movers to bring in and set up most of their belongings in the new residence.

Once the transition of boxes and furniture and everything else was completed, the couple decided to complete the evening with a nice dinner. It felt like a new beginning, a fresh start, in many ways. He had just finished up a great contract before the move, and could now take time to relax and enjoy the freedom prior to his next job. Similarly, she had a brand new title with plenty of its own benefits, including a company car. The time had seemed perfect to strike out into a new town, a new home, and to build a new life.

She especially was enthusiastic about it. Her face glowed at dinner and tones of satisfaction and accomplishment rang from her words. She had brought quite a few more boxes with her than were needed for all the stuff from her apartment, he had noticed with amusement. To tell the truth, he delighted in her ambitious moods. When she would roll up her sleeves and get down to business, he would pay attention. He deeply admired her determination, her confidence, and her ingenuity. Even on hard times, she was an inspiration. She was his rock.

"This is a new chapter for us," she said, poking softly yet intently at her food. "I couldn't ask for a better partner to write it with me."

He smiled. "I feel the same. It's exciting and surprising, and a little bit scary in a good way. There's no one else I'd rather take this leap of faith with, either."

They leaned in across the table and kissed.

On the drive back, he began to wonder. What would their new life be? It didn't seem to her like it was just the house or the new town. People always say that kind of thing even when they only change apartments or move a block or two down the road. She's never been that casual, always more deliberate, more precise. At dinner, she had overflowed with joy, it seemed, but none of it was quite so fixated. The house, the town, living together - these were the instruments to make their new life. If all else stays the same, nothing's really new. What does our new life look like to her, he pondered.

"Do you trust me?" she suddenly asked.

"With my life, liberty, and happiness," he joked. He was proud when he'd come up with that one. It seemed to always make her eyes flash when he'd say it.

She chuckled, paused for a moment, then unknowingly touched her front teeth with her tongue. He knew that meant she was thinking. Not brainstorming or problem solving, like she did for her job. This was her wildly ambitious thinking, when she already knew the answer and was only plotting the execution. The cat playing with the mouse.

God, how it turned him on. Since her promotion, he would occasionally tease about her being the breadwinner now. Initially, it was received like a mild irritant, and dismissed with an eye-roll. But over time, he could see the gears start to turn in her mind. He wasn't sure what they were putting in motion; all he knew was that it often put a little extra hop in her step.

"Good," she said, pulling into the driveway. She turned in her seat to face him, running a single hand cautiously through her short blond hair. "I want you to remind yourself of that, remember that I love you, and think of how this is our new life together."

His pulse quickened as he nodded. What was he walking into?

"When we get into the house, please stay in the front room until I come out."

They proceeded inside, and he did as requested.

A few minutes later, she came in wearing a dress shirt and black slacks.

"Have a seat," she told him, as she continued to stand, looking down on him. "Part of why we're here now, in this home together, is because things have changed. I think you've seen it, too. It's not a bad change, I think it's clearly a change for the better, and I'll bet you agree after today."

"I do," he said softly.

"I'm glad to know that." She took a deep breath before continuing, "I think this new chapter is the perfect time for us to renegotiate our relationship. And please let me first finish what I have to say, and then you'll be allowed to talk. Okay?"

"Okay," he replied, sitting on the edge of the chair.

"I think I should be the one leading this relationship."

He laughed nervously. "Isn't that already how it is?"

"Please," she said a bit firmly. "Let me finish. I want to establish some rules and expectations for our relationship. You have been wonderful and supportive and, yes, you do defer to me most of the time. But I don't want most of the time."

His heart skipped a beat. Taking her cue, she leaned towards him a little.

"I want all the time. And I wouldn't be asking this unless I trusted you and loved you a great deal, and I'm only asking that you trust and love me, too."

She leaned further in, her eyes confronting his. He was dying to speak, but kept quiet.

"Look where we are, baby," she said sternly but affectionately. "This is my house, paid for by my new job. That car out in the drive is my car. Those clothes you're wearing, I bought them for us, too. You have pulled your weight before and you're one of the hardest working men I know."

Again, she leaned in, close enough to put her hand gently on his face.

"But you've said it yourself: I'm the breadwinner now. I want the benefits that come with that."

He didn't know what to think. For a second his mind felt frozen by what he'd heard. She didn't just want to be the boss of her professional life anymore, she wanted to be the boss of their relationship as well. She didn't just want to have his compliance, either, she wanted to hear his approval. Trying to save his ego, he cleared his throat, gathered up his wits, and said, "Okay. What are the benefits you want?"

She smirked. She wasn't biting and he knew it. "Let's start with those clothes, my clothes. Strip."

He chuckled and stood up. Off came the shirt, the belt, the pants.

"Oh no," she objected. "You know better. Everything off."

Undressing completely, he looked her in the eyes with a hint of rebellion. Deep down, he prayed she wouldn't call his bluff.

She stepped towards him, pressing her tongue against her teeth. She put her hands on his waist, and turned his back to her. Shit, he thought to himself. She's not stupid. She knows what she's doing.

He stood still as one hand ran lightly up and down his bare bottom. Then the other hand moved slowly down his chest, over his penis, and gripped his balls firm. The cold room teased his skin and made sure he felt small enough to be embarrassed. She put her lips against his ear and whispered. "Now look who's wearing the pants. You like it more this way, don't you?"

Vainly, he tried to maintain his poker face. "I always like you touching m-me," he said as her hand slid across his chest, his pounding heartbeat giving away the game.

They laughed and kissed one another.

"Give in," she said tenderly. "I want you to submit yourself to me and trust that I know what's best for us."

Grinning mischeviously, she led him to the couch. Pressing his back, she ordered him to bend over her lap. He obeyed with his nerves dancing inside.

"Mmmm," she moaned pleasantly, running her fingers over his naked ass. Suddenly a different sensation came to him. He jerked a little and tried to move, but she kept a hand on his back. "No no. Don't move. Relax."

With the razor, she shaved him smooth. She admired her work personally, groping and squeezing and touching his cheeks. Every caress, every grab loosened his resistance. She'd never been so playful with his butt, and it surprised even him how much he enjoyed it.

"Here's how this works," she announced while continuing to fondle her partner. "You're not the man of this house. This is my house. Here, you're the girl. And you'll love being the girl. Little girls don't have the same responsibilities as men. They definitely don't have hairy asses like men. So I've shaved yours to suit your new... role."

He stayed quiet on her lap. The only sound he could hear was his own excited breathing.

"You won't have to make decisions anymore," she continued. "I will be making the decisions from here on. You won't have to work anymore. I'll be supporting us while you stay at home, like a good little housewife. You won't even have to spend your money anymore, either. It'll be my money. And when I send you out shopping, you will have what I think is appropriate for you to have."

The mischevious grin returned to her face as she felt his cock move against her legs. Someone did not seem to mind her ideas. She felt powerful with his naked body across her lap, telling him who was in charge. The urge began welling up within her to make him beg, make him plead, make him quiver. Just a bit, she pushed it down to regain composure and control.

"Come," she ordered, taking him gently by the back of the neck and leading him into their bedroom.

Opening his dresser drawer, she began pulling out his boxers by the handful, and tossing them into a waste bin she had brought in. He swallowed anxiously at the thought of having to go without underwear. When she finished throwing out the boxers, she retrieved a box that she set on the bed next to the dresser. Taking her time, she cut open the lid, peeked in at an angle where he couldn't see, and giggled. Ever so slowly, she pulled out a pair of very pink lace panties, dangling them teasingly from her fingers as his eyes widened.

"Oh yes," she insisted, walking towards him and grabbing his dick in her right hand. "I need you to understand I'm serious. These are your underwear, honey. They're not mine. I picked them out for you."

He stood unflinching, almost in a trance.

"I know you may feel scared and conflicted," she whispered, touching his chest, caressing his face. "But I do hope you appreciate the gifts I'm giving you. I hope you appreciate what this means to me, and the effort I've put into this."

At that moment, their eyes met, and he knew. Her stern gaze was unyielding. Compassionate and loving, yet unyielding all the same. She wanted this. She would have this. And he knew he wanted this, and he wanted her to be unyielding. Whether she had caught him or he had agreed to be caught, he didn't care. He opened his mouth, but found it dry. Rather than speak his desire, he smiled at her.

"Good," she replied happily, smirking back at him. Then she held up her left hand, gave a commanding pose, and said authoritatively and loudly: "Now, put your fucking panties on."

Exhaling a stuttered and adoring breath, he took them from her and slid them on up his legs, over his thighs, and brought them resting comfortably onto his bottom, cock, and balls. They felt like a cage for his manhood - restraining it, accentuating it, and humiliating it. For a split second, he pondered, 'What am I doing? What kind of man would be okay with this?'

Noticing the reservations on his face, she snapped for his attention.

"Take the rest of your undies out of the box and put them in your dresser."

Instinctively, he obeyed. She loved watching his ass in those panties, and seeing him pull out each pair, neatly fold them, and place them in the drawer. One by one, he was giving up the masculinity he'd been taught, surrendering his foolish need to control, to dictate, to assert, to be "manly." It was starting to seem like he was enjoying it.

Next, she led him into the kitchen, where another box was waiting. From this box, she pulled out a soft, frilly pink novelty apron. In lavish cursive stitching, the front had the words, "I like meat in my buns!" He blushed and laughed with her as she handed it to him to wear.

She leaned next to him and lightly ran her fingers over his buns while he tied the apron. He was beginning to see the benefits of his own new position.

"We have a lot to do to get you housetrained," she said in a sincere tone. "You'll be expected to keep this place clean, to cook, to get groceries, and to stay pretty and willing for me. We'll start with cooking."

He made an exasperated noise, and as she raised an eyebrow and stood back, arms crossed, he was reminded once again that she meant business.

"Yes?" she asked impatiently. "Speak."

"It's just-- I mean... do you really expect me not to work and stay home?" She studied his behavior as he spoke. There wasn't fear. There wasn't anger. There wasn't sadness or disgust. He was whining. They'd come this far, and he was complaining about having to take on new responsibilities. Standing before her in panties and an apron, he was lazily whining as if he still had any authority. She would make sure he understood that all that was gone.

"Fuck YES, I do," she asserted strongly while staring him down. "This is something special and important to me, I've already told you, and I won't stand for whining. If this is asking too much of you, say so, because I'm going to be asking a lot more. Otherwise, shut your mouth and show me you can do this."

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," he apologized, startled by her words and their delivery. "That was thoughtless of me. I just... I'm vulnerable here, and I have worries and questions and... this is a new thing for me. A new turn-on."

"It's new for both of us," she interrupted, putting her arm affectionately around the back of his head. "And I'm vulnerable too; I have worries and questions and all that. But I love you and I trust you, and I know you feel the same towards me. Open up to me when you need."

A contented sigh came from him, right before she added: "Just don't fucking whine at me. And if you ever call me sweetheart again..."

"Well, what should I call you?" he asked playfully.

"Sir. You call me-"

"Yes, Sir." They both felt him get hard under the apron. She pushed his brown curls back from his face. Meeting her eyes, he said, "You're my rock, Sir."

In a flash, she dragged him to the couch, flung the apron off him, and had him bent over her again. Her hand flew up his right buttock, under the panties, gripped them tight, and yanked them down to his knees. A surprised squeak came from him, much to her delight. Then he felt the first sting.

"The man of the house is the disciplinarian, you know," she teased him, her arm pressed against his back to keep him down as she dealt out the punishment. "I don't tolerate backtalk, disobedience, or disrespect of any kind."

"I'm sorry, Sir," he stammered, gasping and twitching as the spanking continued.

"I will bend your ass over, wherever you are in this house," she warned, "and I will make you sorry if you give me lip again. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Sir. I won't do it again."

"Good girl," she whispered to him, her fingers now lightly tormenting his red cheeks. He couldn't help letting out a pleasant moan at her compliment. "Swatting your butt will keep you in line. Expect that to be somewhat regular, even when you're behaved. Now, get your ass in the kitchen and bake us some cookies."

He promptly scampered off to do as he was told.

A while later, he brought the cookies into the living room. She motioned for him to set them down on the table next to her chair. He obeyed. She took one and asked him to take off his apron. Again, he followed her lead. She told him to remove her shoes and rub her feet. This he did, also. When she told him to get on his knees in front of her, he expected he knew what was next.

"Be brave, little girl," she sternly ordered him, inching up to the edge of her seat. "Make me proud. And remember your place."

Unzipping her slacks, she reached in and brought out her cock. It was long, thick rubber with realistic color, blemishes and veins. He felt his penis expand inside his panties. His heart began to race. What the fuck. What the fuck. What the fuck.

She leaned over him, dangling her dick in front of his face with one hand, and with the other she grabbed him by the hair. He gasped and his penis moved again. He didn't know what to think, what to do. She had taken her new role seriously. He now fully knew he was being replaced. Yet he seemed to be excited, stimulated, turned on by the thought. What the fuck.

"Ignore that little thing in your panties," she said with sadistic enjoyment. "It's not going anywhere. You have bigger and better things to be concerned with."

He was tucked away tight in the pinkest panties, and here she was, looming over him, almost slapping him in the face. She. It is her. It's her cock. The longing started to sink in.

"After a long day, I get to relax in my chair and get my big, hard cock sucked." The words rolled off her tongue slowly and sensually. "I'm the breadwinner, the head of the house, the man of the house, and I make the rules. You're my little bitch, too, and it's time for you to please your man."

His mouth went on her cock and he instantly stiffened. She growled a terrific sound at the sight. He stuffed his throat with her, sucked her intently, and gagged. She held his head close to her dick, occasionally shoving him down on her. After a minute, she had an idea. He wasn't pleasing her man enough.

"You're gonna be doing this a lot," she commented. "Get used to using your hands and really loving this cock. Go on."

He touched it and realized its size. He kissed and licked it and felt humiliated for it. Why was he feeling this way about a rubber toy? She pressed him closer to her. Suddenly, he found himself holding onto her legs, his head in her lap, worshipping her manhood.

She reached down into his panties and enclosed her hand around his erect penis. "Look at that," she laughed. "I've made you my cocksucking slut after just one day."

It was all her. She'd planned on every bit of it from the beginning of their day, and probably days before. There was no denying she was ambitious. Nor could he deny that she had mastered her ambition - she'd mastered him. He was thrilled about it, not entirely for reasons he understood. She'd taken over, and he just knew it was better this way.

"It's time we take this to its rightful conclusion," she told him after watching her new housewife suck her cock for a good while.

He looked up and said without hesitation: "Yes, Sir."

To the bedroom she led him, one hand against his butt. With a whack to one cheek, she ordered him onto the bed. She stepped out of her slacks, showing off the boxer-briefs with her cock poking out, and unbuttoned her shirt, feeling the cool air on her bare breasts underneath. All he could think was how handsome she looked.

"Be a good girl and get on all fours," she instructed. "Stick that pretty ass out for me."

Obediently, he assumed the position. Yet her hands came to mold him into the correct one. She forced his back to arch, his bottom to angle out more, and his shoulders and head firmly on the sheets. His panties were pulled to his knees. He breathed heavily through it all, which she listened to happily. He was all hers, she knew. And she was about to end the first sentence of their new chapter on a bang.

"The man of the house does the fucking, doesn't he?" she asked playfully, while calmly lubing up his hole. "I mean, that's kind of implied by him wearing the pants - he has the cock, cock does the fucking."

Sighing, he felt her spread his cheeks with her hands.

"Well, I wear the pants here. I'm the man here. I'm your man, aren't I?"

"Yes, Sir."




The Man of the House



"Let's hear you say it."

"You're my man."

"Oh, come on. You sounded ridiculous. Again. Mean it this time."

"You're my man, Sir."

"No, no. You know what it is? I think you have to feel my cock inside your ass before you can mean it. Are you gonna take my cock, girl?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Say it, dammit."

"I'm gonna take your cock, Sir."

She pushed in, and he could feel himself stretching. Her hands squeezed around his buns as her dick went in deeper. "Say it again, bitch."

"I'm gonna t-take your cock, Sir." He moaned hard.

"Say I'm your man and you're gonna take my big fucking cock."

"You're... my-- man," he stuttered, as she smacked his ass.

"Alright, slut, I'm making you beg this time. Think where you are first."

"Yes, Sir," he replied before crying out.

Up and down his ass she ran her hands. Feeling, grabbing, groping, slapping, spanking, squeezing, scratching, molesting. His body convulsed in pleasure, waiting for her next thrust.

"Please, Sir," he begged her. "You're the man. Fuck me with your big fucking cock."

Gradually, she pushed in and in and in until he felt filled by her. She put her hands on his hips and rocked him back and forth on her dick. She felt her own insides bursting with pleasure. Harder and harder she thrust in.

"How's it feel with those bitch panties around your knees while I'm pounding your ass?"

"Fuck," he exclaimed. "I feel..."

"Say it."

"I feel..."

"Say it already!"

"I feel like I'm being fucked like a girl. I feel like your bitch."

"And just think," she chuckled, "you have no other underwear left anymore. You'll be wearing your pink panties under your clothes when you take the garbage out. Your purple ones when you go grocery shopping. Your red ones when you go gas up my car."

He gasped and yelled as she kept at his ass.

"And every day when I get home from work," she said softer to him, "and after we eat the dinner you've made us, your man will make you thank God for his long, stiff cock."

Without warning, she pulled out. He could barely keep his wits about him. Another smack on the ass, with his panties yanked off, and she commanded him to turn on his back. Immediately, he rolled over.

She leaned in, looked into his eyes, and pushed in again. He was totally unprepared, and she ate up every second of it. She towered over him first, holding his legs apart, and looking down on him in intimidation. She watched his penis harden, his eyes widen, his body move. She was in full control. She felt like a conqueror, surveying the kingdom he had taken. He watched her in awe, feeling as if nothing of himself still remained. She climbed up on the bed with him, pushing him up and penetrating him deeper.

"When you meet the neighbors," she said, breathing in between every few words, "and you meet the other men of the house around here, I hope you feel embarrassed, humiliated, and emasculated. They'll complain about their wives, assert their dominance, and talk about fucking their wives, too. You'll just have to think: 'I'm the wife. I don't get to complain. I'm the dominated, not the dominant. I don't do the fucking, I get fucked.'"

"Yes, Sir," he moaned.

"And then you should think: 'I really am lucky to have my man. She treats me well. She knows what she's doing. She knows what's best. And that's why she wears the pants and I wear the panties."

"Of course, Sir."

Her face glowed at him like it had at dinner.

A little later as they were lying in bed, her in her boxer-briefs and him in his panties, she spoke again. "Tell me," she said. "Tell me about our new life."

"It's perfect," he answered with a smile.



The Man of the House - Now







The Man of the House - Now



Unexpectedly, he realized that she hadn't been fully asleep the night they'd been on the couch and that she may have intentionally put her hand in his lap. At the same time, he caught the heady aroma of Kelly's arousal. Slowly, he turned to her, her tits sliding across his arm and resting against the front of his shirt. "And what about now?"

A smile slowly formed on he lips. She knew that Jason understood what she needed and was offering. "Well, we have two choices and it's up to you and I to decide what we want to do. We can continue to live in this house together and be frustrated as hell ... or ... we can do what I think we both want to do and make love to each other any time we want."

Overwhelmed, he sat there looking at her, seeing a new person. As his step-mother she had always acted the part of the perfect lady by dressing conservatively and she'd never uttered a word about anything sexual like she was tonight. But now he was seeing the other side of 'the perfect woman' that his father had helped mold, 'the perfect slut.' "I think you already know the answer to that."

Leaning closer, she puckered her lips, "I had hoped you'd say that," as she gave him the first of many kisses they were to share. 

At the touch of her lips, his world seemed to fog over and disappear; to be replaced by all the lust, passion, and desire he had held in for this woman. He felt her breasts push against him until they flattened while her hand ran over his shoulder and into his hair to pull him closer. At 19 years old, he had done his share of kissing but nothing had affected him the way her kiss was. It seemed almost natural that his hands slid around her waist to draw her closer to him as their kiss increased in its passion. Soon their tongues were battling each other and their hands began to move to explore each other's body.

Gracefully, she slid her hand down the front of his shirt unbuttoning it as she moved lower until she felt the buckle of his belt. Teasingly, she grabbed the belt buckle and gave it a gentle tug to unfasten it before moving away and sliding her hand under his shirt. Her touch sent a bolt of electricity surging through his body as she caressed his chest and pushed the shirt off.

Mesmerized by her touch, he continued to sit on the side of the bed stroking up and down her back until she suddenly pulled away, crawled onto the bed, and kneeled behind him.

Grabbing the collar of his shirt, she pulled it down and leaned forward pressing her breasts against his bare back while her hands reached around him and finished opening his belt buckle. "Mmmmm, your skin is so soft. It feels almost like velvet against me. I want to feel all of you pressed against me. I want to give you everything I have and take everything you have to offer. I don't want there to be any doubts or regrets when we're done tonight," she purred as she kissed the back of his neck.

Troubled, he pulled away and stood at the side of the bed. "Do you mean that this is the only time this is ever going to happen?"

Seeing a look of fear and regret in his eyes, she moved forward on her hands and kneels until she was directly in front him. "That will be up to you. I've already told you how much I've dreamed and fantasized about this but I'm not sure how you feel ... though I think I have an idea," she replied as she looked at the growing bulge in the front of his pants.

He realized that his response would not only change their relationship but their lives forever as he looked down at her and hesitated. "Mom, or should I call you Kelly?"

"Under the circumstances I like the sound of both, its kind of a turn-on to hear you call me mom while I'm kneeling here nude in front of you, but at the same time I like hearing you call me by my name."

"And what if I call you other names?"

Instantly, her face flushed whether from arousal or embarrassment he wasn't sure as she replied, "You can call me any name you want to here in the house. You can call me mom, or Kelly, or Kel, ... or slut, ... or anything else you'd like, except cunt. I hate that word. Otherwise, it's up to you."

"Ok, Kelly. You asked how I felt, so here goes. I've fantasized about you from the first day I met you. I used to sneak up to your bedroom door at night and listen to you and my dad making love. Afterward, I'd go back to my bedroom and fantasize that it was me in bed with you. When you moved in with us I used to peek into the bathroom and try to catch glimpses of you in the shower. A couple of times, I actually did get to see you and then I'd head to my room to jack-off thinking about you and what we'd do to each other if we were lovers."

"I like the part about being lovers."

"Me too."

"And what do you think we'd do in this situation if we were lovers?"

"Well first, you'd unzip my pants and pull them down along with my boxers," he whispered as he felt her do exactly as he was saying.

"And then, you'd start sliding your hand up and down my shaft as it got harder ..."

"You mean like this?" she asked, teasingly, as her hand wrapped around his cock and began to slide up and down.

"That's right, just like that. And then after awhile, you'd kiss the tip of my cock and slide it into y ..."

Without waiting for him to finish, her mouth descended on his cock, enveloping it while her hand continued to slide up and down the shaft. Almost instantly, she felt it begin to grow until it seemed to stretch the corners of her mouth and she was forced to pull back until just the tip was lodged between her lips.

OHhhhhhhh. That feels so good. Oh shit your mouth is so fucking warm. That's right, Kel, suck my cock. Lick up and down the shaft and then kiss the head. Show me just how good a slut you can be. Yesssss, oh god, that feels so good."

Instinctively, she began to suck harder as her hand increased its pace.

"Ohhhh ... Ohhh ... Kelly ... I think ... you ... better ... stop ... or ... I'm ... going ... to ... cum ... in ... your ... mouth," he said as his hips began to thrust through her hand and into her mouth.

She knew all the signs and pulled away, repositioning herself so she was lying on her back with her butt on the edge of the bed. "Some day, lover, some day very soon I'm going to suck you off and let you fuck my mouth until you cum in it and I can taste you but not this time. This time I want you deep inside of me when you cum. I want to feel your cum splashing against the back of my pussy and covering my cervix."

Jason looked down at the cleft between her stretched legs. For the first time, he was seeing a woman's pussy and not just any woman's but his step-mother's. The woman he'd been fantasizing about for years. The hair around her opening was matted and glistened with small beads of juices, her outer lips were swollen and red, exposing her inner canal as her juices slowly flowed from her to drip down along the crease of her ass and onto the sheets beneath her. He knew that he could fuck her without any problem, but the comments she had made about his father being such a great lover had sparked a challenge inside of him. He didn't want this to be the only time they fucked or made love and so he would have to prove, at least to himself, that he was as good as his dad had been. 

Like most young men, he'd read enough magazines and books to know what he to had to do as he positioned her legs over his shoulders and he leaned forward, slowly bending further and further until her knees were almost touching her chest and his cock was lightly touching her pussy. "I don't think so, Mom. I'll decide when I'm going to put my cock inside you and how deep. Maybe I won't even put it inside of you at all. Maybe I'll just rub it between your pussy lips like this ...," he said as he moved his hips causing his cock to gently slide between the lips of her pussy. "Or maybe I should push a little harder so it presses against your clit like this," he teased when he suddenly pressed forward smashing the head of his cock against her aroused clit. 

He was totally unprepared for her reaction as his cock hit her clit. Suddenly, she began to thrash and squirm beneath him rubbing her clit against his cock while her hands reached around behind him, grabbing his ass, pulling him down tight against her. 

"AAAaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh ... oh god, Jason ... don't tease me like this. Please put your cock inside me and fuck me." 

Slowly, he leaned forward until his lips were beside her ear, pushing his cock deeper between her nether lips and whispered, "Maybe," before beginning to kiss her neck and earlobes. 

The sensations quickly triggered her desire to new heights as she rubbed and pressed herself against him until she felt another orgasm building inside of her. "Please Jason, please put your cock in me. My pussy feels like its on fire and the only thing that will put it out is your hose spraying inside me!!!"

He couldn't help but smile as he heard her pleas while using the word "hose" when talking about his cock. His dad had been a volunteer fireman for many years before his headaches started and he frequently used the same phrase, but now was not the time for remembering. Slowly, he began to kiss downwards across the front of her neck, to the upper portion of her pear-shaped tits, and finally to a nipple that seemed as hard as a pebble. Gently, he licked across it before taking it between his lips and sucking on it. Then as if it had a mind of its own, his cock slid down the outer lips of her pussy until the tip pressed against the opening.

"Yesssssss, that's it Jason suck my nipple. Play with my tits and stick your cock inside me. Fuck your mommy like the slut she is," she sighed as her hips lunged upwards trying to capture his cock.

As he felt her pussy began to wrap around his cock, the urge to plunge deep inside her surged through him yet he knew that if he gave into his desires, he'd regret it since he'd lose the challenge he'd set for himself. Instead, he quickly pulled away from her so that only the tip of his cock stayed embedded in her.

"Whaaaa, no Jason. Please no more teasing. I need your cock inside me. Oh god, I need to feel you fucking me with that beautiful, hard, cock of yours," she cried out as she felt him withdraw from her once again.

Releasing her nipple, he looked at her lust-impassioned face. "Oh, I plan on fucking you, Kelly. I plan on fucking you so hard that you feel my cock in your stomach; but not yet ... not yet," he replied while his hands reached under her hips and began to lift them further. Instantly, his cock pulled from her pussy and a moan escaped her lips while he kissed downwards across her rib-cage and stomach before finally stopping just above her pussy. The sweet aroma of her arousal flooded through him as he stuck his tongue out lightly ran it across her distended clit.

Her legs instantly wrapped around his head as another mini-orgasm rolled through her and her mouth flew open in a silent moan.

Holding onto her hips tightly as her body trembled against his tongue, he felt her juices pour from her, covering his face until they began to drip from his chin and onto his lap, striking his cock. The taste was light and sweet like a fine wine, a wine he wanted more of as he shifted slightly sending his tongue inside her pussy to suck and lap more of the juices from her.

"YYYYYEEeeeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiiii," she screamed as she once again spiraled off into orgasmic oblivion.

Seconds seemed like minutes and minutes like hours as her orgasm overtook both of them. Her juices squirted from her almost like a waterfall and her body bucked and thrashed until she slowly began to relax. Still wrapped between her legs, he looked at her and barely heard her as she sighed, "That has got to be one of the best fucking orgasms I've ever had in my whole life."

Finally, her legs relaxed enough for him to open them and lower her buttocks back onto the bed. Her body was coated in a sheen of sweat that reflected the light coming into the room, high-lighting her beauty while her thighs fell open to reveal the entrance to her pussy which seemed to glow from the juices that covered them.

Kneeling above her, he marveled at the beauty of the woman who was not only his step-mother but who was also about to become his lover in the fullest sense of the word and, as a thought fluttered through his mind, the mother of his future children. Gently, he stretched out above her until his cock once again touched her pussy lips but this time he didn't pull away, instead he continued to push deeper and deeper inside her until he was buried all the way in and his cock pressed against her cervix.

She felt him enter her but kept her eyes closed concentrating on the feelings coming from her pussy. Slowly, she felt herself being stretched by the size of his cock. It seemed to go on forever until it embedded itself against the back of her pussy pressing against the opening to her womb. Suddenly, she thought about the fact that she'd stopped taking her birth-control pills months ago when she and his father had stopped having sex. Opening her eyes, she looked up at him and saw the love and concern in his eyes, before wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down so she could whisper. "Jason, your father always said there were two types of men in the bedroom, fuckers and lovers. The first was only interested in their own pleasure and getting off while the second realized that by taking care of his partner's needs, he would get far more in return. You are definitely a 'lover'. I also need to tell you that I haven't been on any type of birth control in months and if we finish the way I want to, I could get pregnant."

He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Just seconds before, he had thought of getting her pregnant and now, as if reading his mind, she was offering herself for just that. "So? So what if you get pregnant? You already know how much I care for you ... no that's wrong ... how much I LOVE you and you've told me about how you've fantasized about me. Doesn't it seem only natural that we'd have a baby if we both want one?"

Relief flooded her face and tears began to form in the corners of her eyes. "You LOVE me? You're not just saying that because of what we're doing are you?"

"NO!! I know it may sound unbelievable, but making love to you like this has helped me to realize how much I love you and want to be with you for the rest of my life."

Quickly, she pulled him down and their lips met, not as a step-mother and her step-son or as two lovers but as two people who wanted the same thing for the rest of their lives. 

The emotional bonding and glow only strengthened their desire for each other as she pulled away and whispered, "In that case, Yes, it seems perfectly natural for us to have a baby together because I love you too." And then she hesitated before continuing, "maybe even more than I loved your father. So what do you say we start working on that family right now? That cock of yours is driving me crazy and it's hitting all the right spots to give me a huge orgasm. Just remember, though, when you feel yourself getting ready to cum, I want you to push in as deep as you can so all of your baby-making cum goes right into my womb."

Teasingly, he moved his hips back just a fraction and then pushed down pressing against her cervix. "You mean like this?"

"Mmmmmm, just like that. Slide your cock in and out of me. Make l ...," she stopped as she realized what she was about to say. All of her life she'd kept sex and love separate. She could love a man as she'd loved Jason's father even when sex was no longer a part of their relationship or she could fuck a man without ever feeling more than his cock. Yet with Jason, it was suddenly different. With him, she felt loved, totally and completely. With him, she knew she'd never want or need another man as she whispered, "Make love to me. Make love to your mommy and make her your slut. Fuck me and make me the mommy of your child ... our child."

Lying above her, he began to slowly withdraw his cock until just the tip remained inside her and then drove it back deep inside, making sure to hit the depths of her canal each time.

"Yes, yes, yes. That's it baby. Fuck me. Oh god, it feels so good to have a cock in me after all this time and even better to know it's your cock. Yessss ... that's it stretch my pussy. Can you feel it grabbing your cock? It doesn't want to let it go. Ooooooo ... so good. I can feel you hitting the end of my pussy each time. Ohhh, ohhhhh, ohhhh ... I'm going to cum soon, darling. Fuck me, make me a mommy, fill me with your cum. Bury your cock in me and squirt your cum into my womb."

Her words triggered some beast inside him and he began to pound against her as she wrapped her legs around him and matched his rhythm in a primal dance of love.

Quickly, their dance sped up until they barely seemed to pull apart before driving back against each other. She continuously called out with each thrust, "Fuck me ... Fuck me ... Fill me ... Give me your cock ... Give me your cum ... Knock me up ... Get me pregnant with our child."

He continued to pound into her, each stroke seeming to be harder and go deeper until he felt his orgasm starting in his balls. "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum inside of your pussy and give you a baby just like we want. Now ... ohhhhhhh ... now ... ffffuuuUCCCCKKKK!" he screamed as he thrust into her, but this time was different. Suddenly he felt himself go deeper than ever before and a ring almost like a vise clamp down on him.

Her eyes flew open at the feeling. "FUCK ... Oh my god. I think you're in my womb! I didn't think that was possible! Oh shit ... I've never had anyone get that deep inside me. Yes ... Yes... That's it keep pumping. I can feel your cum spraying inside me ... Now ... now ... I'm cumming too. AAAAAarrrrggghhhhhhh."

Together, they rocketed off into their orgasms, clinging to each other as the pleasure flooded over them. Colors and fireworks seemed to form before their eyes as each indulged in the pleasure of the other's body until he slowly collapsed on top of her, pressing himself into her until the hair at the base of his cock tickled her lust-engorged clit. 

After several moments, he slowly lifted his weight from her and gently pulled his now deflating cock from her. His cum gushed from her, dripping onto the bed that she had recently shared with his dad. Suddenly embarrassed, he looked at her. "I'm sorry for the mess."

Cuddling against him while lifting her legs over his thighs to keep the rest of his cum deep inside of her, she murmured, "I'm not. I want this every night, and day, and night again. I don't care if we have to change the bedding on our bed a couple of times a day just so long as you keep making love to me like you just did."

Holding her close, he questioned, "Our bed?"

A twinkle glimmered in her eyes as she smiled, "Of course. You're the man of the house now."

"In that case there's one more thing I want to do."

"Oh and just what is that?" she asked as she rubbed her body against him, causing his cock to begin to harden.

"Oh, I definitely want to do a lot of that but I also want to make my dad's 'perfect woman' an 'honest woman'. I want us to get married and live our lives as husband and wife. I don't want to sneak around hiding what we feel for each other, now or ever."

"Are you sure? People will talk about us because I'm your step-mom."

"I don't care. We'll move if we need to. You're my step-mom not my mom and we love each other so, will you marry me?"

"Maybe," she said as she held on pulling them closer.

Jason was only disappointed for a second as he realized what she was doing. "Tease."

"Yep, and you love it don't you?"

Jason simply smiled as he stared at the ceiling while holding his step-mother, lover, future wife, and mother of his children in his arms




The Man of the House - Now



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Four months later, Jason and Kelly were married in a small ceremony in the new town they had moved to. Their efforts the first night had not produced the child that both of them wanted but "practice makes perfect" and fourteen months to the day of their first time together, Kelly gave birth to their first child, a son that they named Joseph after his father.