25 comments/ 134112 views/ 80 favorites Avenging Dad Ch. 01 By: bumblegrum AVENGING DAD Chapter 1 This story contains elements of incest, humiliation, BDSM, cuckolding and other overt sexual activities. If any of this offends you, please read no further. All characters are aged over 18 and are solely the product of my fevered imagination, based on an original idea from Gunter99, for which, very many thanks. The characters have no relationship to anybody in real life, alive or dead. I would like to take this opportunity to again to thank Hatsuda for his editing expertise and support. Enjoy * My name is Bryce Pelham. I am a 21 year old college student, currently suspended for suspected drug use. The allegation is complete bullshit, and the truth about Josh Fraser will eventually come out and I’ll be vindicated. In the meantime, I have to remain at my parents’ home with a night time curfew from sunset to sunrise, and I’m totally pissed off about this. As for the rest of my family, well, dad is Dan Pelham, in his early forties, a top-notch electronics engineer. I have a great relationship with dad; we’ve always been close, even though he’s a quiet and rather sensitive guy. He wears his heart on his sleeve and does get knocked about by life more than somewhat. My mother is Stephanie Pelham, in her late thirties but looks a few years younger. She’s tall - 5’9” with a mop of curly dark brown hair, dark blue eyes, a nicely developed bust, narrow waist and long sleek legs that lead to flaring hips that create a bottom sculpted along the lines of Kim Kardashian. And she’s a royal bitch and a pain in the arse; how she and dad ever married, let alone have children is a mystery to me, and, I suspect, to dad as well. She gives dad hell but he seems to just accept it. Finally, my sister, Amy. Eighteen years old, a figure that the guys drool over with long, straight blonde hair, but rather naïve, and almost certainly still a virgin. So this is how it was at the time that all our lives went through a total change that reset the whole power dynamics in the family. One afternoon, while I was feeling thoroughly resentful about the limitations on my social life, I was laying on my bed jerking off but not getting a great deal of pleasure from doing so. Suddenly, my mother walked into my room unannounced. I heard a gasp and she shouted at me, “Bryce, what on earth do you think you’re doing?” At any other time I would have blushed, stammered and tried to cover myself, going into full apology mode. This time, I was feeling so frustrated that I didn’t care what I said and snapped back, “What the fuck does it look like I’m doing?” I had expected her to lose her temper and really rip into me. Instead, she just gasped again and stayed silent; I was sure she was unable to tear her gaze away from my now rigid and straining cock. I’m not one of these porn stars with massive equipment, but my girlfriends have never complained. I reckon it’s more about how you use what you’ve got rather than just about size. “Like what you see, mum?” I laughed and she blushed a bright red and fled from the room. I heard the door slam as she ran into her bedroom; by this stage, she and dad had separate rooms. In spite of my brash response to mum’s challenge, I was dumbfounded at her reaction, and this opened the floodgates of some highly erotic speculation. “Well, well, mum,” I thought, “this is a side of you I’ve not seen before—but I’d certainly like to see again.” These reflections led me quickly to a highly satisfying orgasm. I headed for the bathroom to clean up, and had to pass mum’s room to do so. As I reached her door I could hear sounds from inside her room. At first I thought she might be in pain, but rapidly the penny dropped; she was masturbating towards a climax. Being so soon after she had seen my cock, I put two and two together and just hoped I hadn’t made five. But I did have a lot more grounds for speculation. This was just the start, for later that night, after I’d gone to bed I tossed and turned, then gave up and started down the stairs to get myself something to help me sleep. As I did so, I could hear dad and mum in a loud argument in the lounge. “You’re nothing more than a wimp, Dan Pelham,” mum yelled. “Your dinky little dick isn’t capable of giving me the satisfaction I need. You’re so fucking passive; I need a real man, a man who will hunt me down and take me hard. A man who’ll dominate me and force me to do what he wants. A man who will make me scream, beg and plead, at first for mercy, then for more. A man who will rape me into submission if necessary so that I can get all the excitement that you’ve denied me.” Dad’s voice was quiet, and I couldn’t hear all that he said, but the gist of it was that he wasn’t that type of guy and besides they had had a good sex life when they were first married. “Not good enough, you weak bastard. If it wasn’t for the scandal it would cause, I’d walk out on you tonight. I saw Bryce today, quite by accident, when he was playing with himself. Some lucky girl will get everything from him that I can’t get from you.” I heard dad make some effort at response, to be greeted by, “Oh piss off you pathetic excuse for a man. I’m going to bed.” I scampered back to my room, my head buzzing with what I had just overheard. The next morning, mum slammed out of the house after she had heard dad call in sick, a very rare occurrence for him. After breakfast, I headed back towards my room and as I passed dad’s door I was astonished to hear him crying. I knocked and went in, and he was a picture of misery. His face was tear stained, his eyes red and his face etched with lines of grief and pain. “Oh god, Bryce, I didn’t want you to see me like this,” misery chased desolation across his face, and his voice jarred with defeat. “I know I should be strong and reliable, but I just can’t take any more.” “Hey, dad”, I said quietly, sitting next to him and putting an arm around his shoulder, “I hadn’t intended to say anything about this, but maybe I need to. I heard most of your argument with mum last night, and in a sense I feel a bit to blame.” He looked at me, now astonished, and I continued, “If mum hadn’t caught me jerking off, this might never have happened.” “No, Bryce. You may have been the catalyst, but the issue has been getting worse for a while now and it had to come out sooner or later. I just can’t see any way out of it. She has developed an obsession with rough sex and being dominated, and no matter how I try, I just can’t go there.” “Given that, Dad, I’m surprised she hasn’t tried to find a guy who can satisfy her needs and to hell with your marriage.” “That’s highly unlikely, given her position as lay secretary to the Catholic bishop. Even a rumour of such a liaison would cause irreparable damage to her reputation, and she sees it as a very influential role. I’m sorry to say this, Bryce, but your mother has turned into a real snob.” “I know, Dad; that’s been evident for some time. I guess you could divorce her.” “Theoretically, yes, but she would create such a stink that the whole family would suffer huge damage. I know you would support me, and I can’t tell you how grateful I am. But Amy is turning into a carbon copy of her mother, and she would support Stephanie.” “Mmm—like mother, like daughter,” I reflected. And then it hit me, the answer, fully formed. Frighteningly dangerous, but possibly just workable. I shook with the tension, and dad looked at me with open curiosity. “Are you okay, son?” “Yes, dad. I think there may be an answer; totally illegal and thoroughly immoral, but it might just work. Mum is looking for an alpha male to take control, isn’t she?” Dad nodded his agreement. “She doesn’t want to go outside the family for obvious reasons,” I continued, “so why not keep it in the family. I could take on the role of the ‘alpha male’, but it depends entirely on whether you’re willing to take the risk.” “Oh my god, Bryce.” Dad was completely taken aback. “You’re right, it is both illegal and immoral and the consequences of exposure don’t bear thinking about. But …” I was fascinated to see that dad hadn’t dismissed my idea out of hand or made any threats against me. I kept quiet while dad churned over the issues and implications of a course of action almost beyond any normal belief. “Bryce, do you realise what you’re saying? That you’ll have sex with your own mother?” “Yes, dad, that’s exactly it, but it would need to go further than that. At first, anyway, it may appear, at least, to be without her consent. To avoid any unpleasant repercussions, we might have to be prepared to engage in a spot of blackmail.” Dad was silent for what seemed like an eternity as he gazed at me with questions flashing across his face. Eventually, he reached a conclusion. “When you talk of blackmail, just exactly what do you have in mind?” I didn’t realise that I had been holding my breath, and my answer came out with a whoosh. “This is where you would need to commit yourself in practical terms, dad. You are pretty handy with cameras and such. I could see us bugging her bedroom with at least one video camera and a couple of still cameras, all well hidden. These would need to be set up with links to a PC or laptop for auto-start recording. Can do?” Dad was silent again for a while, then a crooked grin crossed his face. “You’re a devious young bastard, aren’t you? Yes, okay, can do!” We looked at each other, then I held out my hand and dad shook it firmly. “Right, dad, ground rules. I won’t cause mum any permanent harm although I’m quite prepared to hurt her a bit. And at some stage, I think you should be present; not at first, maybe, but as we get into it, yes. What do you reckon?” A feral grin crossed his face. “Yeah, I want to see her taken down a peg or two and I’d like to watch her squirm and squeal.” “Timing is going to be important; I want to make a move when neither you nor Amy are around, but after you’ve fixed the cameras, so you’ll have to move on that quite quickly,” I continued. “Don’t worry, Bryce. I was a bit hesitant at first, but the more I think about it, the more I like it.” In the event, the die was cast quite quickly, and I captured my initially reluctant sex slave. The following week dad was at work, and Amy at school, then going to a girlfriend’s place. I was still “confined to barracks”, and this day wasn’t a work day for mum, although she had an early morning meeting. She returned home mid morning in a grumpy mood, but this was the opportunity I needed. I baited the trap by again laying on my bed, jerking off, or pretending to. Sure enough, I caught a movement at the door out of the corner of my eye, and I knew mum was watching again. A short while later, I heard her door close and I gave her a few minutes before springing the trap. Listening outside her door I could hear restrained moans, as if she didn’t want to alert me to what she was doing. Too late. I walked straight into her room to see her on her back on the bed, her skirt pulled up to her thighs to allow access to her pussy. One hand was tweaking a nipple through her blouse, and the other with two fingers working into her pussy under her panties. She looked up and saw me, screamed and tried to cover herself, pulling down her skirt. Time to turn the tables; “Mother, what on earth do you think you’re doing?” She stammered and blushed a bright red but I didn’t give her a chance to respond. “You were just watching me play with myself, then you came back here to frig yourself into an orgasm, didn’t you, mother? And you were fantasizing about me while you did it, weren’t you? Answer me, mother, and tell me the truth, or I may have to punish you.” “No, I wasn’t; what the hell has got into you Bryce? How can you make those accusations about your own mother?” She jumped off the bed to face me, attempting to regain her dignity but her expression showed alarm and apprehension. She really had no idea of what would happen next. I faced her down. “You and I are going to have a little chat, mother, and I’m going to tell you how things will be around here from now on. I know that you’re looking for a so-called ‘real man’, who will hunt you down and take you hard. A man to dominate you and force you to do what he wants. A man who will make you scream and rape you if necessary, for your own pleasure. Yes, I overheard your argument with dad a couple of weeks ago and I decided that I could be that man. I know you’ve been watching me and drooling over my cock, so don’t deny it.” “No, god, no Bryce—it’s not like that, it’s just that ….” “So what is it like, mother? You really are a slut, aren’t you? Getting hot thinking about your son treating you like the bitch you are. Taking control and forcing you to do what most people would consider sick and depraved, but that you really want so much.” “Bryce Pelham, how dare you speak to your mother like that? Now get out of here and leave me alone. We will be talking about this again when your father gets home and we’ll see what he has to say. You disgust me, now get out.” I laughed. “Righteous indignation won’t get you anywhere, mother. In fact, it might just up the punishment.” So saying, I leant over and slapped her, left and right, across each breast—firmly, but not too hard. It had the desired effect as mum screamed and she blushed a deep scarlet. “Bryce, please stop—that hurts. And it’s not right that you should hit your mother, especially there,” she whimpered. “I expect it does hurt, mother, so you will need to be a good girl if you don’t want more of the treatment.” Her alarm grew greater and more obvious as she trembled, went pale and her breathing became faster. “Why are you doing this to me, Bryce? Haven’t I always been a good mother to you? Haven’t I always …” I stopped her at that point. “The simple answer is, ‘no’ mother. So far as I’m concerned over the past couple of years you’ve turned into a thorough bitch. You parade around with your airs and graces, making out that you’re so special, demanding that everyone agrees with you, but underneath you’re just a slut. Not only have you come close to destroying dad, you’re grooming Amy to be the same as you. Well that all stops, here and now. You will surrender your body to me and I will use it however, whenever I choose.” “No, Bryce, you can’t. That’s wrong; it’s not only illegal, it’s also immoral. You can’t do that to me. I’m going to leave now and I shall …” Again, I didn’t let her get any further. “You just don’t understand who’s in control now, mother, but you’re about to find out. First of all, strip for me.” She didn’t answer but just stared at me in amazement, alarm and, I was sure, just a tiny bit of excitement. “No, Bryce, I won’t—that’s not right, I’m your mother, not just some cheap tart that you can order around.” “You just don’t get it, do you, mum. Now lose the clothes or I shall be forced to cut them off you. You want to be taken hard, well, this is where it starts.” I knew this was the tipping point. If she did as I ordered, she was mine and I could do almost anything I liked with and to her. If she continued to resist, I had a problem on my hands. No problem. She trembled and was clearly going through a huge internal struggle. Could she possibly accept my demands, accept my domination and surrender her body to me? If she rejected me she would return to a sexual half-life with dad and likely never find the sort of satisfaction she so obviously craved. I knew that she was a highly sensual woman with a strong sex drive who needed deep satisfaction but apparently wasn’t getting it. I watched as a slew of emotions chased themselves across her face. She stared at me as if trying to find some weak spot that she could exploit, but I wasn’t prepared to show any hesitation. Mum must have also realised that this was the tipping point, and she burst out, “Bryce, I … oh god, what’s making me do this? I just can’t seem to control myself.” I said nothing, knowing that whatever happened next was entirely her choice. She needed to realise that the choice was hers alone and that the consequences were also hers. With a deep sigh she slowly undid the buttons on her blouse and slid it down her arms and let it fall to the floor, revealing the sweet swell of a pair of smooth, mouth watering tits. She slid the zip of her skirt down and worked it down her legs and off, revealing long, well shaped legs, the total package encased in a lacy, lilac coloured bra and matching panties, with a noticeable damp patch on the gusset. “Is this what you want, Bryce?” she enquired, almost as if that was the totality of my demands. I took the time to admire the sweet form in front of me. Her skin glowed, and I could hardly resist the temptation to stroke and caress it. Her soft, well shaped hands, tipped with scarlet nails trembled and twisted, and I imagined them stroking my eager cock. This was a delicious package of sexually exciting femininity, and I looked forward to exploiting it to the max. “Oh no, mother, we have so much further to go. First, get rid of the bra, then we’ll dispense with those panties that show such obvious evidence of arousal.” “No, Bryce, that’s too much … I can’t … I won’t … You can’t make me,” she gasped, fear chasing anticipation away from her face. I needed to assert myself straight away, leaving her in no doubt about who was in charge. I jumped across the room and grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back towards me. As she fell towards my lap, I grabbed her panties and ripped them off and onto the floor. This left her well-upholstered bottom pointing upwards. She screamed and kicked her legs in a way that was really quite seductive in itself. Even so, I quickly started to spank her soft creamy flesh, at first with my hand cupped so that the noise was satisfying but with relatively little pain. After a few strikes, however, I used the flat of my hand and was rewarded by screams and cries as she tried unsuccessfully to escape. The torment continued, but I noticed a subtle change in the nature of her cries. At first, this was purely through pain, but gradually, a more aroused quality entered her screams and it became apparent that she was starting get off on being spanked. “Well, well, mother—your mouth says ‘no’ but your body is telling me ‘yes’. You really do enjoy being dominated, don’t you?” “Oh god, no; that’s not how it is. My body is betraying me and I can’t stop it.” “What you really mean is that you don’t want to stop it. Underneath all the denials, you secretly want me to make you do some very naughty things. You want to be able to let go and put yourself in my hands because in spite of everything you say, you know that I’m the only person you can truly trust to give you what you most deeply desire.” “Bryce, no—oh god, I don’t understand what’s happening to me. I can’t get the idea of you taking me hard out of my mind, of you doing me and making me scream. What am I to do?” she sobbed. “Okay, mother, take off your bra and come over here with me.” When she was naked, I led her to a big comfortable old chair in the corner of her room; sitting in it, I pulled her onto my lap. Her tits were beautifully proportioned, ideal handfuls with just that little bit extra. Wide areolas were brown and crinkled, leading to firm nipples, engorged with excitement. As she settled in my arms, I stroked and pinched her nipples, pulling them to make her moan softly. “This is how it’s going to be mother. I’m going to be that guy you have fantasized about. I’m going to rule your body and your mind when it comes to sex and lust, and you won’t resist me. So long as you continue to satisfy me, everything will be cool. On the other hand, if you continue to resist and threaten me, this whole sordid business will come out into the open and your life will become a nightmare. Do you understand?” Avenging Dad Ch. 01 The only answer she gave, the only answer she seemed able to give, was an acquiescent nod of the head. “That’s good, mother. Now I have your first instruction for you. This will really demonstrate how willing you are to enter your new life. Go to the bed, prop yourself against the bed-head, then spread your legs and masturbate to orgasm.” “Oh god—in front of you? I couldn’t do that—it’s too …” “No, mother, refuse now and the deal is off; you go back to being dad’s dutiful little wife with vanilla sex every couple of weeks. If you want more than that, you’d better do as I say, when I say it. So frig yourself, NOW.” I ended with a shout. She looked at me, quivering and blushing, but trembled across to the bed and settled herself. She slowly opened her legs and started to stroke herself along her slit. I could see that this was having a liquid result and she started to whimper as the sensations built rapidly. As her tempo increased, I stopped her and stated firmly, “There are two other conditions, mother. Firstly, you will not cum until I give you permission. Secondly, I won’t grant that release until you tell me clearly how you feel about being my mistress and my sub.” My timing was spot on. She clearly wanted to make some objection, but her stimulation was such that she desperately needed to take herself to orgasm and quickly returned to stroking herself. Her arousal was heightened when she inserted two fingers into her pulsing pussy and continued stroking accompanied by lustful moans. Then she flicked across her engorged clit and the moans turned to screams. This was getting rather close to climax, and I stopped her again. “Mother, you may not cum until I permit it; if you do, you will be punished severely. Now tell me your most intimate thoughts about me and you.” She moaned in frustration and continued to plunge into her sopping pussy. “I … can’t … say those words, Bryce … they’re too …” I wouldn’t let her get away with that. “No, mother, tell me or I will force you to stop your little self enjoyment.” She groaned deeply and tried again. “I … feel so … vulnerable … I’m really embarrassed … I just can’t …” At this point I moved to her side and pinched her clit firmly, driving her further towards the edge, but then stopped. “Last chance, mother, TELL ME.” My shout, combined with my own intervention must have tripped a switch in her mind. “Oh god, Bryce, the first time I saw your gorgeous cock, I masturbated to the most mind-blowing orgasm in my whole life. I knew I needed to have you in the worst possible way. I knew how wrong, how wicked, how depraved and how dangerous it was, but I couldn’t resist. Now it’s happening and I want to let go completely and have you do nasty and depraved things to me.” “So, tell me, mother, what does that make you?” She groaned with the challenge of the most decadent, dissolute admission of her life. “I guess it makes me a slut.” “Good start, mother, but not nearly enough,” and I leaned in and again pinched her clit, holding it firmly. This had the desired result. “Aargh, please, Bryce, please—it makes me a total slut, a bitch, a whore with only the thought of my son’s cock in my mind. I want it so much, I’ll do anything, just anything for you to take me whenever, however and wherever you want. Oh god, Bryce, please fuck me until I can’t stand it any more and pass out.” “Good girl. Now when I count to three, you may cum,” and I continued stroking and pinching her clit as she wailed in unrestrained lust, clutching desperately at the bedclothes. “One.” She screamed, an ululating wail. “Two.” Her screams rose in an ear-splitting crescendo. “Three.” She went completely rigid and her body shook like a sapling in a gale as a thunderous orgasm roared through her, leaving her limp and unresisting. I sat beside her and ran my hands over her trembling, body, coated in a sheen of perspiration. She looked up at me, desire chasing indecision from her face, and she whispered, “Oh god, Bryce, I’m just about coming apart; that was an incredible orgasm but it only went half way. Bryce, I need …” I cut her short at this point and moved over to the armchair. “No, mother, what you need is irrelevant. What is important is what I need. Now, you will crawl across the floor to me on your hands and knees and beg me to rape you. No mercy, just fuck you as hard as I can. Is THAT understood?” She stared at me, and I could see the uncertainty flooding her face. Could she go through with this? Could she allow her son to control every aspect of her sexuality? Could she beg for something so depraved, so forbidden—and so … exciting? I allowed her as much time as she needed, but did not allow my eyes to leave hers. Eventually, her eyes dropped and she left the bed and crawled across the room to me. Looking up into my eyes, she said, “Please Bryce, please do me hard. Rape me; use me like a whore. Please fuck me until I can take no more and then make me scream for release. Please …” This confirmed what I already knew—that I was well on the way to dominating her and that she would obey any demand I made. “Very well, slut, I’m going to do you doggie fashion like the bitch you are. Now, on the bed on your hands and knees.” I was out of my clothes almost before she’d settled herself on the bed, presenting her curvy bottom to me. I slapped her casually across each cheek, resulting in a squeal of either protest or enthusiasm, then lined up behind her now excited pussy. Taking my unyielding cock in my hand, I wiped it along the lips of her pussy, gaining moans of encouragement as I did so. “Please don’t play with me like that, Bryce, I just need you inside me so bad.” Taking her at her word, with one solid thrust, I buried myself balls deep in my mother’s velvet lined cunt. She screamed as I plunged in, but adjusted unexpectedly quickly, pushing herself back at me, her cunt gripping me as if unwilling to let go. I established a firm, vigorous rhythm, hard, forceful, plundering her pussy relentlessly and drawing screams and moans from my willing fuck toy. “Take it all, bitch,” I gasped. “Beg for my cock.” “Aaargh, yes … please … fuck me hard … fuck me like the slut I am. Do me, spank me, hurt me.” I needed no more encouragement and took her with hard, vigorous thrusts, reaming her cunt and causing her body to jerk forward each time I buried my throbbing tool in her steaming pussy. In response, she pushed hard back at me, gaining maximum penetration and maximum pleasure. I knew that this couldn’t last for too long. Her muscles relaxed as I entered and tried to grip onto me as I withdrew, and she gasped and moaned in sheer ecstasy. In response to her demands, I slapped each cheek of her beautiful bouncy bottom, and she whimpered with pleasure and desire. All this action was clearly new to her and she obviously relished each slap and thrust, losing herself in our forbidden incestual coupling. I could sense that she was close to orgasm; her breathing became shallower and more rapid. Her moans changed to screams and she clawed at the bedclothes, twisting and bucking as I gripped her hips and continued my savage onslaught. “Oh god, I’m so close,” she moaned, “I’m almost there; I so need to cum … please, please make me cum … just do me hard … take me over the top …” I leaned over her back and reached around to pinch her nipples, pulling them out and twisting them as I did so. The erotic pain was more than enough to send her over the edge, and her cunt muscles gripped me harder as her screams rose even louder and became more penetrating. Her body suddenly went rigid and she shook violently, which was enough to trigger my embryonic orgasm to full life. I shouted in triumph as my cock pulsed hard and shot my seed deep into her hot, wet love tunnel. “Oh god, Bryce,” she gasped as she came down from her orgasmic high, turning to look up into my eyes. “I’ve never … It’s absolutely … It was like nothing I’ve ever …” I stopped her at this point. “No, slut, you’re not finished yet. Get down and clean my cock with your tongue.” I thought at first that she might refuse, but I held her eyes with mine and she eventually went about this task, her tongue moving softly around my shrivelled cock, removing all traces of our combined juices, and murmuring, perhaps unthinkingly, as she did so. My next action was a real surprise for her, one that left her with an expression of fear and terror. “On your back, Stephanie,” I said, using her given name for the first time, and pull your ankles up as close to your ears as they will go.” Doing this, I scooped up remains of our combined juices and ran my finger along the crevice of her arse. Then I eased my forefinger into her anus and she squealed in panic. “God, no, Bryce, I’ve never … no-one has even touched me there … you can’t be serious … it will hurt so much …” “Shut up, slut. I don’t care if you are an anal virgin, you are going to learn that it is my pleasure that’s important, not any pain in your arse. Yes, it will hurt, but not so much if you learn to relax your sphincter muscle. And I’ll be generous and take a little time to stretch you first, but only if you beg me to fuck your arse. Otherwise I’ll just shove straight in; believe me, I’ll take you so hard that you won’t be able to sit down for days. You WILL learn who’s in charge, and this is your first lesson in true submission to my domination.” She gasped and was silent for a while, the whole scenario playing out in her mind. Then, “Yes Bryce, please fuck my arse, I beg you. But please don’t hurt me too much—don’t think I could stand it.” “Good girl,” I replied, patting her quite gently on her lush bottom. “Now, back on all fours and spread your legs. Relax the muscle and let my finger in.” With more of our mutual lubrication, I inserted my index finger into her anus, and as I did so, she squealed and gasped with the sensation. As she gradually relaxed her sphincter, I pushed in to the second knuckle, then pulled out until just the tip of my finger was inside her, then slowly pushed in until my whole finger was buried in her sweet arse. Then I moved my finger backwards and forwards and side to side, stretching her anus. “Please, no more please—it hurts. I don’t know if I can take any more.” “You will take everything I give you, slut, whether you like it or not. My game, my rules.” With that, I introduced a second finger, but her sphincter muscle tightened and she screamed with the pain. I moved my fingers back slightly, then slapped her bottom hard. She squealed with this unexpected pain, but the surprise of this deflected her concentration from her anus, and I was able to slide in the second finger to the second knuckle. Then pushing harder, I got both fingers into her hole and using them both, started to spread it more widely. “Now, mother, get ready for the main event.” I produced a bottle of anal lube and then squirted it first into her hole and then onto my fingers. She screamed as I introduced two fingers into her arse, but neither as loudly nor for as long as on the first insertion. After stretching her again until she seemed more open, I squirted some more lube on my cock and into her and then lined myself up behind her luscious bottom. I placed the tip of my cock against her rear hole and then pushed hard as it started to slide in. I moved my cock firmly into her arse and my mother was now prepared to relax her sphincter. Taking my time and moving slowly, bit by bit as she adjusted to this anal invasion, I was soon able to bury the whole of my cock in her arse, up to my balls, to the sweet sounds of her moans and squeals. I moved steadily into and out of her soft arse, taking progressively longer strokes and gradually speeding up, not knowing how long I could keep going like this as I drove towards my own delicious orgasm. In spite of her initial hesitation, it soon became obvious that she was enjoying having her arse ravaged this way. “Mmm, ooh, aargh, yes, yes, more, harder, ream my arse out you motherfucker. Do me good and don’t stop.” Then I reached round and started to stroke her soaking wet pussy, flicking her engorged clit. This drove her to the brink of delirium. She screamed and shouted my name and my hand was covered in her love juice. “Bryce, Bryce, Bryce, don’t stop, just fuck my arse until I collapse.” By now I was also getting close to a raging climax. “Yes, whore, I’m almost at the point of no return. Cum with me.” She screamed and then I pinched her clit which caused her to clench all her muscles, trapping my cock in a soft hot grip that seemed as if it would never let go. Her scream turned into an animal howl of ecstasy as her orgasm overtook her, and that was enough to take me into orbit and I shouted at the top of my voice as I shot load after load deep into her rectum. She collapsed on the bed and I looked down at her quivering figure, her body glistening with a sheen of perspiration, her eyes glassy and unfocussed. “Well, mummyslut, have you got the message? Do you understand now that you will do everything I say, when I say it?” “Oh god, Bryce, is this how it’s going to be? You’ll use me like a bitch in heat whenever the fancy takes you, and I’ll have to submit to your demands?” I pretended to think for a while. “Yes, Stephanie slut, I guess that’s about how it will be. Do you have a problem with that?” “I really ought to. I really should throw you out and accuse you of rape. I really should have nothing more to do with you. I really ought to tell your father, but, God forgive me, I can’t resist you. You’ve taken me higher and further than ever in my whole life, and I want to go there again.” “Oh yes, mother, again and again. But I will tell you this. My interest in you is about sex and domination. I have no intention of jeopardising your role as the bishop’s secretary or any of your social activities. So long as you satisfy my lusts I shall not interfere in your daily life. I want you as much as you want me and we will go places that you never imagined. Deal?” “Deal,” she whispered in a voice so low I could barely hear her. “But there is one other thing that we’ve got to deal with, Stephanie. You are going to apologize to dad, grovel to him and debase yourself in front of him. That’s a given; refuse and the whole deal’s off. And you will treat him with respect in future. Remember, it was you abusing him that started this chain of events that has led you to where you are now.” She stared at me in amazement and started to object, “Bryce, I can’t do that, it’s too embarrassing, too humiliating. Besides, Dan must never know about you and me. You can’t make me do that, I …” I stopped her abruptly. “Now listen to me and listen good. You wounded dad very deeply, after he had been a good husband and a great father, and you’re going to apologise if I have to drag you kicking and screaming into doing it. You made it clear that you didn’t want him sexually, now that’s my role, and I think you might be surprised at how he reacts. Now, I’ll tell you what you’re going to do. You’re going to strip naked, I’ll collar you and fit you with a vibrating butt plug with hair attached, and you will crawl to Dad on all fours demonstrating that you really are a bitch. You’ll kiss his feet and beg his forgiveness—and if you’re lucky, he might agree.” My mother looked at me with unrestrained hostility. “Bryce Carson, if you think for one moment I will agree to any such humiliation, you’re sadly mistaken. Sex and lust are one thing, but this is quite another. No, Bryce, and there’s no way you can make me.” “Oh dear, Stephanie, you are such a stupid whore. You don’t think that I would ever go in this direction without some backup, do you? Everything that has happened over the past couple of hours has been filmed, videos and stills. While I haven’t seen the results, I can assure you that there is sufficient detail for me to make your life a living hell. I’m sure the bishop won’t be impressed, nor will all your snobby girlfriends. Your family will disown you, and when I put this stuff up on the ‘net, your exploits will be available to anyone who wants to pay a few dollars. Got the picture?” Mother had gone white and was trembling with fear and apprehension. “Bryce, I …” at which point, she burst into tears. I realised how much of a shock this must have been, and I took her in my arms and allowed her to cry. Then I made the position clear. “Stephanie, you really don’t have much option. I believe you can still have some sort of a marriage, but the way things were going you would have been out in the cold with a divorce and all the accompanying nasties. Do it my way; you’ll have to suffer that humiliation, but dad isn’t vindictive and if you change your ways and be more respectful, I think he would be, shall we say, ‘accommodating’. Anyway, it’s your choice.” “Bryce,” she sobbed. “How can you do this to me? What have I done to you to make you so mean?” “Put it this way, Stephanie. I believe it is appropriate to make you pay for what you did to my father, a man I’ve always loved and respected to the max. Remember, this won’t be public, but you will humble yourself in front of him as retribution for your behaviour. You know the consequences of refusal.” “Please, Bryce, don’t make me do this. I’ll do anything else—you can spank me, flog my tits; I’ll suck your cock … I’ll even get Amy for you, but not this.” “You really have become depraved, haven’t you, Stephanie? But this is non-negotiable. You will apologise to dad, even if I have to drag you to him and whip your arse, your tits and your pussy until you do apologise. Is that clear?” My mother stared at me, trying to gather some resistance, but I held her eyes in a pitiless stare, and eventually her shoulders sagged and her eyes dropped. “Okay, Bryce, you win. When and where do you want me to do this horrible thing?” “Good girl,” I said, condescendingly. “I think you need a shower and get dressed and I’ll let you know about time and place, but it will be soon.” Dad went straight to his room when he came home that evening, and shortly after, I paid him a visit. “Things are looking up, Dad. I have arranged for mum to make a suitably grovelling apology to you,” and I outlined the events of the day and my plan for her humiliation. He looked at me with a mix of admiration, satisfaction and, perhaps oddly, lust. “Well done, Bryce. I can’t wait to see the bitch grovel. I want to see you fuck her and make her scream; that would be the cherry on the top.” “It’s pretty much a given, Dad, that you won’t divorce her or ruin her external life. These, well, shall we say, ‘developments’ are to be kept strictly within this family.” “Sure, Bryce,” he replied. “I’ll be happy if I get some respect from her, and so far as sex is concerned, she’s all yours.” He grinned and we arranged for the grand finale to be on the following evening around eight o’clock. Next day, I ordered my mother to be available that evening, and around seven thirty there was a tentative knock on my door. Mother crept in with an expression of fear and horror on her face. “Right, Stephanie, strip. Everything off right now. She did as ordered, disgust playing across her admittedly lovely face. “Put these on; I don’t want you damaging your knees,” and I gave her a pair of lightweight kneepads. “Now get down on all fours,” at which I fastened a leather collar around her neck and attached a chain to it. “Stay on all fours but spread your legs as wide as they will go.” I produced a butt plug to which was attached a bunch of hair and showed it to mum, “Now, bitch, this is a remote controlled vibrating butt plug that I shall insert into your arse so that as we walk, your tail will wag. Seems very appropriate, don’t you think?” Avenging Dad Ch. 01 I then took a squirt bottle of anal lub and applied it generously to her arse, lubricated the plug generously and stroked her smooth, velvety cheeks. Taking the plug, I inserted it firmly, rotating it slightly as if to screw in into her hole. My mother gasped, but did not try to reject it and soon settled to accepting this intruder. I switched on the vibrator and she screamed at the sudden intense arousal. “I shall lead you into Dad’s room on your collar and chain. I shall refer to you as ‘bitch’. You may not speak, unless I ask you a direct question. However, you will say to dad, ‘Please forgive this miserable bitch. I am totally ashamed and I beg your forgiveness for how I have behaved towards you.’ After you do so, you are to bend forward and kiss his feet, then sit back with your butt resting on your legs and hold your arms out parallel to the ground as if you are a dog, begging. Do you understand?” She moaned, deep in her throat suggesting that she was dreading the embarrassment of this total humiliation. “Hmm, very well, bitch, now come this way,” and with a pull on the lead, I led my mother on her hands and knees towards Dad’s room, Stephanie moving rather erratically with the sensation in her butt. She was now trembling and wriggling from the stimulation of the vibrator and her breath came in ragged gasps. I knocked on his door, and then ordered my mother, “Bark like a dog so that he will know who is here. She complied, although the attempted bark was far from realistic. “Come in,” I heard dad call and we went in to see him sitting in a lounge chair with a mile wide grin across his face. Dad was going to make the most of this. Stephanie moved straight to dad, sat up and repeated her plea almost exactly as I had told her. “Please, Dan, please forgive this miserable bitch. She is totally ashamed and begs your forgiveness for how she has behaved towards you.” Then she bent forward, giving his feet a rather unconvincing kiss. Dad pretended to consider this for a while, with mum kneeling and trembling, both from the sensation of the anal plug and the humiliation that she was undergoing. At last, dad said, “Yes, well, I accept your apology, Stephanie, but I expect you to show me appropriate respect and never repeat your foul accusations. As far as I’m concerned, we will remain married, but in name only. For any other purposes,” and here his smile widened even more, “I am giving you to Bryce, and he can do anything he likes to or with you.” Mother gasped and started, “Dan, I …” “Shut up, bitch; did I give you permission to speak?” I challenged her. She shook her head, dumbly, awaiting whatever punishment I might decide. Dad rather forestalled this when he said, “Bryce, would you do me a favour, please? Will you fuck the bitch and make her scream?” I grinned. “My great pleasure, Dad.” At that point, mother tried again to object, “Dan, no, please, not in front of you. Haven’t I been humiliated enough?” Dad wasn’t having any of that. “It’s no longer my problem, Stephanie. I’ll leave it to Bryce to decide what happens next.” “Hmm, well, your continued resistance is something we shall address over the coming days until you fully realise who’s in charge and you learn to do what you are told, when you are told. For the time being, back on your hands and knees.” Here I turned the vibrator up to full power. She screamed with the sudden, almost overwhelming sensations, compounded by pain as I slapped her bottom hard several times. “Are you starting to get the message, slut?” She could barely manage a nod of acceptance. “Now, Stephanie, we mustn’t disappoint Dad; may we use your bed please?” I asked him with barely concealed glee, and he smiled, nodding his agreement. I quickly undressed and turned to my mother, still hesitating on the floor. I turned off and removed the vibrator and undid the collar from round her neck. “Get onto the bed, slut,” I demanded.” You will ride me to orgasm, but do not dare to cum before I do or the punishment will be severe. First, though, stroke your pussy and show me the result.” As I expected, her fingers were dripping with her juices. “As I thought, you can hardly wait to get your cunt filled with cock. Lick your fingers clean, and then straddle me.” As I lay next to her, she slowly moved her right leg across my hips, bringing her pussy down until it just touched the tip of my rigid, throbbing cock. Her face was a blank mask as she attempted to show that she was indifferent to what was happening to her. As she knelt above me, I took my cock and rubbed it slowly but firmly across the sloppy lips of her pussy, creating an immediate response. Stephanie moaned and her body trembled, seemingly against her wishes, and I knew she couldn’t hold out for long. “Stephanie, tell dad what you’re feeling right now,” I demanded and she sobbed. “Oh god, Dan, I’m trying so hard not to submit, but I need him so bad. Bryce has got me under a spell and I can’t resist him no matter how hard I try. Dan, tell me what to do, please.” This was an interesting development, but I was not really surprised at his response. “Stephanie, I’ve given you to Bryce to be his fuck toy, and I’m not going back on that. You and I are finished in any physical way, and I might as well tell you that I’m looking for other avenues to deal with my needs. If you want Bryce so bad, and he’s prepared to take you, that’s what you have to do.” This unequivocal reply seemed to trip a switch in my mother’s mind and she plunged herself down onto my waiting cock, screaming as it plundered her depths. “Aargh, yes, do me … take me … oh Bryce, please give me what I need and you can do anything you want … please fuck me, please dominate me. I’m your plaything now and that’s what I most want.” I reached up and pinched her rigid nipples, standing out from her perfectly proportioned tits, twisting them and pulling them out so that her tits became smooth, taught cones of flesh. She screamed with the sensation and moved up and down on my cock, rotating her pussy to gain maximum ecstasy. Releasing her tits, I grabbed her hips and forced her down on my cock to gain maximum pleasure for both of us. She bounced on me with meaningless cries, begging me to fuck her harder. “Mmm … ohgodohgodohgod … yes, Bryce, harder, deeper … fuck your mummy and make her scream ... aargh … give me your cock, you motherfucker … oooh please, moremoremore … make me cum, please make me cum.” This continued as her orgasm grew. I could feel her cunt muscles gripping me tighter in the smooth, silky sheath of her pussy, drawing me upwards towards climactic delight. This was reinforced by her tits bouncing and swinging against my chest starting to create a delicious sensory overload. I could hear dad laughing and applauding as this lust fuelled performance started to reach its peak. Stephanie screamed through small orgasms, building steadily towards the big one, and I could feel my climax growing with the electric shocks building in my lower abdomen and moving to my balls. “Ride me slut and make me cum,” I shouted. “You can only cum yourself when I do, so make it good.” As a counterpoint to our screams and shouts of release, I vaguely heard a new voice calling out. “Oh my god, mummy, what are you doing? What’s happening here? What are they doing, daddy?” Dad had moved behind Amy preventing any escape. “What does it look like, sweetie? Your mother is fucking your brother, and from what I can see, they are both enjoying it a great deal! Come on in and join the fun.” * Thank you for reading and, hopefully, voting. I appreciate any feedback, and, yes, I’ve left a big hook in the story to suggest at least one more chapter.