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Becoming the Alpha Male

By: MaryAnderson



As Dad prattled on I added an item to the list of things I'd never do when I grew up: tell war stories. You know, war stories. When some adult male (is it always men?) recounts a life event demonstrating that he is, or was, heroic, brilliant, wise, and/or brave. One of these stories might be interesting the first or second time told, but they are never told once or twice. They are endlessly repeated. The only reason I figured anyone listens is to gain an audience for his story. There's an implicit bargain: I will pretend to be entertained by your story for the twentieth time if you pretend to like mine the nineteenth time you hear it

Still, it's probably not a good sign that Dad had only one: How I Met Your Mom. It went like this. My grandfather, John Nicholas, who at the time owned the first of what was now a chain of car dealerships, threw a promotion: "St. Nick in October." In exchange for his sponsoring an event for a Tulane University sorority, the girls agreed to work the show. Cute college girls sell cars. My mother, Jennifer, had recently pledged the sorority and was, as Dad told it, the cutest girl in the bunch. Grandad, who was quite the lech, spotted her immediately. Dad intervened to protect her. They started dating and soon married. What he did not say but was clear to anyone who could do the math, as had I, was that this particular bun was in the oven at the nuptials. 

Dad picked this day to retell the story because he had come upon copies of the company newsletter recounting the promotion along with photographs taken that day. The photographer had certainly noticed Mom. While the newsletter featured a photograph of all the girls, many of the unused photographs featured Mom alone or posing with others. Dad was right: Mom was a knock-out. Her brown hair was cut short. She was wearing brand new tennis shoes, a tee shirt with the dealership's logo, and tan shorts. She had been on the gymnastics team until her pregnancy; she was well-muscled and fit.

It would not be fair to say I dislike Dad. It would be fair to say I did not respect him. Family lore was that Grandad had tried to mold his son into a salesperson, but it didn't take. Dad now worked in the finance department. He was apparently a talented bean-counter and made the company a lot of money, but in a sales-driven organization he would always be considered second tier. Unfortunately years of bullying by his father had reduced Dad to a cipher and Dad had made his bargain: he would take any amount of crap if he could crunch numbers, collect a pay check, come home, overeat, and fall asleep in front of the television. Ambition and strength had deserted him. 

Mom, on the other hand, had always been the family personality. However, over the past few years she had slid in Dad's direction. Among the indicia of that change was a gradual weight gain. She was not eighty pounds overweight like Dad, but could lose twenty. Unlike Dad, she was still active in the community, but even that had slowed. 

After Dad finished his tale and turned back to the television, I kept looking at the pictures; something about them bothered me. Mom was young and, what the hell, beautiful. She looked squarely at the photographer; she lacked neither intelligence nor confidence. Granddad was not the first older man who had hit on the woman in those pictures; she must have fended off plenty of unwelcome advances. The woman in those pictures did not need Dad's help to deal with a man's unwanted attention.

Mom had seemed annoyed most of the night. She was as bored by the story as I and, I figured out later, was bothered to see so many photographs of her younger fitter self. My border-line ogling of the pictures probably didn't help. 

After Dad started snoring, Mom asked, "What do you think, buster?"

"Mom, is there any truth to Dad's bull-shit story?"

Mom looked surprised. "It makes him happy. And watch your language."

A little while later Mom woke Dad and they headed for bed. 

The idea of my Mom as a young cutie stayed with me. I fetched a photograph album from the basement. It had pictures from the family's annual beach trip. While the intense musculature of her days as a gymnast was gone, Mom stayed in shape and her hair, make-up, and clothes were stylish. I put the picture album away and fired up the family computer to look at the more recent pictures. These showed a woman who had started to let herself go. Mom was gaining weight and not paying as much attention to her appearance. I shut down the computer and headed upstairs. I was getting in bed when I heard Mom coming up the stairs.

This requires a brief description of the house. We lived in a camel back. A camel back is a long narrow house in which the back but not the front is two stories tall. There are two bedrooms on the second floor, mine and the guest bedroom. The master bedroom is on the first floor at the front of the house. This provided me maximum privacy by isolating me from the rest of the house. 

I stuck my head outside the door. Mom was entering the guest room, muttering to herself.

"You okay?"

"Besides being pissed off, hurt, and unable to sleep, peachy."

She must be mad at Dad, who else was around? Since I had long had a certain prurient interest in Dad's faults, I said, "Why don't you lay on your stomach and tell me all about it."

I started kneading her neck and shoulders.

"Mmmmm, feels good."

"You and Dad have a fight?"

"Yeah. After seeing those pictures I took a long look in the mirror. I look at myself every day, but I hadn't accepted how much I've let myself go. When I said that to your father, he said he likes his rolly-polly wife. Then he fell asleep and started his freight-train snoring. I was hurt, couldn't sleep, and all I could hear was him. So I came upstairs. I hope I'm not bothering you."

This was not, in fact, the first time she had retreated to the guest bedroom. Dad's snoring could be deafening.

"It's not a bother at all. Am I working the right spots? Dad's not exactly smooth. What do you see in that guy?"

"Right now I am not sure. Your hands are amazing. Can you do my lower back?"

I sat up for better leverage and started working her lumbar.

"What did you think of the pictures?"

I took my time, wanting her to believe that I was searching for the right words. 

"Mom, well, you're, kinda hot."

"You shouldn't talk that way to your mother." And then, after a pause, "You still think I'm kinda hot, even with all this extra weight?"

"Yeah, I do actually. You worried about the weight?"

"I think I could lose twenty pounds."

"I'm not sure of that, I think you look great. But if you're interested, Coach told me he wants me to move to outside linebacker for my senior year. I am under direction to gain twenty-five pounds of muscle. I talked to a personal trainer who has several spots open; some of his clients are leaving for the summer. He and I are going to start tomorrow. He told me if I know anyone else who is interested I should bring them along. Why don't you join us?"

"Do you want to work out with your mother?"

"It would be perfect. We could make sure the other one wasn't cheating on the diet. On the other hand, if you like being called rolly-polly by Mr. Who-Am-I-to-Point-Fingers, I wouldn't want to deprive you of your fun."

A moment's thought and, "You win. I'll try it."

I finished her back and returned to my bedroom. At 5:15 A.M. my alarm clock blared. I shut it off, hit the shower, dressed, and headed downstairs. I was surprised to see Mom in a bathrobe. She had the coffee going.

"Morning. Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."

"Don't worry. If I going to start getting myself in shape, I need to see what the well-muscled crowd eats for breakfast. No more sticky buns," she gestured down the hall to the master bedroom, "with hubby." 

I fished some blueberries from the frig and whipped up protein shakes for two. Mom looked doubtful, but tasted it. "You know, you could come work at the dealership at a less ungodly hour."

"Mom, I like my job and I don't want to end up like him," gesturing to the same door down the hall. Mom raised no objection. Dad must have really pissed her off last night and I was enjoying taking potshots at him. I was gonna ride this one as long as I could. 

* * * *

The first few weeks of summer were great. I was working with a crew that installed patios and decks. We started at 6:00 A.M. and worked to 1:00 P.M., calling it a day before the summer heat became oppressive. Unexpectedly, Mom and I got into a regular workout routine. Mom, in fact, loved the program. She and I spent two hours each afternoon at the gym. At night and on weekends we often returned for classes. Mom even took up jogging. While Mom and I were committed to eating healthy, Dad stuck to his old ways, gobbling down junk food and pre-packaged foods in front of the television. 

Mom beat her weight and BMI goals each week and, in response, her confidence was growing. Her relationship with Dad remained frosty. It was as if, having gotten herself back in shape, she lost respect for him. Her communications with him became increasingly curt and Dad's immobile ways became an inside joke. While she would not let me insult him to his face, she no longer stood up for him when I mocked him behind his back.

* * * *

A few weeks into the summer Patricia Miley called. She and I had dated when I was a high school sophomore and she a senior. We had fooled around a lot but had never gone all the way. She went to college in Massachusetts where, based on her intermittent messages, she had discovered her wild side. She was coming home for two weeks. She asked if I was free next Saturday, my eighteenth birthday, and, if so, could I pick her up at the airport and spend the night celebrating in the city. 

Over the past few weeks Mom had essentially relocated to the guest bedroom; Dad's snoring was incompatible with a 5:15 A.M. wake up. While giving Mom a back rub that evening I told her that Patricia was coming into town on my birthday and that I wanted to spend the night with her in the city.

To my surprise, she offered no objection. "I always liked her, that would be great. I'd like to see how college has changed her. Make sure I'm around when you ask Dad." 

That night I asked Dad if I could spend my birthday night out. Dad started to say no, but Mom interrupted.

"Don't be silly. You only turn 18 once; it's a special night and he should get to spend it the way he wants. Look at the kid dear, he's built like a brick shithouse. I think he can protect himself."

Dad looked a little stunned by Mom's language. Mom went on.

"Of course you can Randy. In fact, why don't you take your father's Mercedes, that should knock her socks off." 

She turned to Dad and in a mocking tone said, "If that's okay with you dear?" 

Dad started to respond, "But dear."

Mom turned to me, "You father and I need to have a private conversation. Why don't you take a walk around the block."

When I returned Dad said it was great that Patricia was coming for a visit and that he wanted me to take his car. He also handed me $200.00 with instructions, "To show the lady a good time." Mom must have really lit into him. 

* * * *

I met Patricia at the airport on Saturday. She was prettier than I remembered. If not for her height, she was about five feet two inches tall, she could have been a model. She was slender and small breasted. He long straight brown hair reached below her shoulder blades. She had green eyes and wore granny glasses, effecting a certain hippie look. Her facial features were cute and, well, border-line perfect. She was, as always, dressed plainly but stylishly: jeans, a tee shirt with "Miss Me" printed on it, and sandals.

I answered the question on her tee shirt. "I certainly did. You're better looking then I remember, and what I remember was damn nice."

"Thanks stud. You're looking mighty fine yourself." She ran a hand across my chest. "You've been working out, I believe."

After I loaded her luggage, we headed for a house in Metairie, a suburb of the city. It was owned by friends of her parents. They were on vacation and had said she could use it while she was in town or needed a place close to the city. I filled her in on my life. Her year has been a bit more eventful than mine.

"I pledged a sorority when I got to campus. It looked like I was in, but then I found out that the initiation required me to sleep with a football, basketball, or soccer player. The pledge chose the sport; the sorority chose the athlete. 

"I thought about how much you and I had fooled around in my senior year, but I never let you go all the way. Now I wish I had; I didn't want the entire sorority to know I was a virgin. I thought about asking you to fly to Boston, but that didn't seem practical. I thought about hitting the bars and screwing the first guy that looked good, but that seemed a bit trashy. Then I thought about my math class. It was in one of those big lecture halls with hundreds of students. Students were assigned to a grad student, who was there to answer questions. My grad student was named Sarah. I liked her; she was funny and down to earth. She was also pretty butchy and I've always been kind of curious.

"I went to see her and explained my problem. She invited me back to her place and, with the help of a strap-on dildo, I lost my virginity. We spent most of the next week together and she gave me an in-depth course on most everything she knew about sex. She prefers women, but has had her share of guys. At week's end I joined my football player – you know I have a special weakness for those guys – in bed. Let's just say no one would have guessed my hymen had been intact eight days before.

"She and I have been going at it ever since, but neither wants anything exclusive. I really like that football player and I am one of his regular lovers. I've been in threesomes, foursomes, and general orgies. I have had cocks in my cunt, my ass, between my tits, and down my throat. I've tied up and spanked people and been tied up and spanked. I fucking love sex. My only regret was that I didn't devote my entire senior year to fucking your brains out."

We had arrived at the house. After I unloaded the luggage she said, "So, for your birthday I can take you out on the town and spend some money on you or we could skip the preliminaries and start screwing now."

My hardening cock provided all the answer she needed. She undid my pants, pulled out my erection, and started to frig my dick. I came almost immediately, spraying my cum on her face. I was mortified. She smiled, used a finger to transfer a dollop from her cheek to her mouth, and said, "It appears we are going to need to practice, a lot." With that she took me in her mouth, throughly wetting my meat and reigniting my erection. She took off her clothes and, well, that gentle reader is how I lost my virginity.

We screwed most of the night. Since she didn't need to be home the next day until 2:00, we also screwed most of the next morning. I dropped her off and got home about 2:15. Mom was dressing for the gym. She started to say something and stopped. 

"I hope you two are using protection."

"I don't know what you mean," was my lame reply.

"Good boy, a gentleman never tells, but that shit-eating grin on your face can mean only one thing. You up for the gym?"

"Yeah, let me change."

* * * *

Patricia and I got into a regular schedule. Patricia's family was gone during the day, her Mom got home about 3:00 P.M. That meant that I could get to her house after work, get in two hours of bedroom time, and still maintain my work-out schedule. I offered to spend less time in the gym, but her reply, as she stroked my thigh, was that she wanted every little muscle in prime shape. 

How we picked a site for the evening rendezvous is more interesting. Mom and I were returning home from a steps class when I told her that in light of Patricia's short visit, I would be spending evenings with her. Mom's grin told me that she knew what that meant. 

"I'll miss my work-out buddy, but there are some evening core and aerobic classes I'm interested in. I'll sign up for those. Do you two have a place to be alone at night?"

Actually, no. There were some high school make-out places around town, but I felt Patricia deserved classier treatment than that. I didn't have a solution.

"No."

"The bedroom in the pool house is available. You can come in through the back gate, your Dad will never notice. We'll have to get rid of your curfew. I'll inform your father."

* * * *

As Mom placed his meal before Dad that evening she said., "Your son and I had a discussion about his curfew today. We decided to get rid of it; he can come and go as he pleases."

"Don't you think I should be consulted?"

Mom gave him her best exasperated look. "Okay, you're being consulted." Her face confirmed she didn't give a shit what he said.

Dad looked down and fiddled with his food. "If you think it's okay, dear, then of course."

Mom did not let him off the hook. "I didn't say I decided, I said your son and I decided together. Are you going to give us any shit about it?"

Dad never looked up. "No. If the two of you think it best, that's fine by me."

Mom stood up. "Your son has a hot date tonight and I'm returning to the gym for some classes. I don't feel like coming home to a messy kitchen. Do the dishes tonight. And don't do a half-ass job." She headed for the door; she didn't wait for an answer. 

* * * *

After Mom left, I met Patricia outside and escorted her to the pool house. By the bed there was a red rose in a small glass vase. 

"Nice digs stud."

I decided to take credit.

"You like?"

"I like."

We made love, lay in bed and talked, and made love again. After I walked her back to her car I headed upstairs to thank Mom. She was sleeping, a thin sheet pulled over her. I was struck by her body's transformation. Mom was hot and getting hotter. I leaned over to kiss her t when I noticed a certain scent; she had been masturbating. The bedroom overlooked the pool house. Had she been looking at the pool house, thinking about Patricia and I when she brought herself off? Did all women taste alike? Could I get away with licking her finger to find out?

She was, it seemed, fast asleep. However, when my tongue touched her finger she stirred and in a sleepy voice said, "Randy is that you?"

"Yes, Mom."

"Did you and Patricia have a good time?"

"Yeah, she loved the rose."

"Good. I'm feeling kind of lonely tonight. Would you mind laying down next to your mother and holding her." She said thanks and told me I smelled good. I, of course, smelled like sex.

That day set the pattern for the next two weeks. Up early, work, a couple of hours in bed with Patricia at her house, the gym and dinner with Mom or Patricia, a couple more hours in bed with Patricia at my house, and sleeping next to Mom. 

* * * *

Mom's devotion to reshaping her body was unshakeable and I unceasingly supportive. Her new body displayed neither a supermodel's waif-like thinness nor a bodybuilder's sculpted musculature. Instead she was a curvy powerful woman. She let her brown hair grow out and was paying much more attention to her appearance. She became careful about make-up, emphasizing her lovely brown eyes, and wore bright jewelry and flashy sunglasses. She wanted people to notice her. After eight weeks she got on the gym's scale; she had lost seventeen pounds and exceeded her BMI goals. The guys made sure to congratulate her; she flirted with most of them.

Unfortunately, this was also Patricia's last day in town. She called as Mom and I were leaving the gym. Mom suggested she come over for lunch and a swim. When we got home we discovered an empty refrigerator. Mom asked me to run to the market to pick up some steaks and vegetables for the grill. It would give her and Patricia a chance to visit.


Becoming the Alpha Male Ch. 02



At work the next day the boss said his wife's mother had taken ill and they were leaving town that night. He'd be back at the and of next week. Until then, we were off.

When I got home I suggested to Mom that we take advantage of the opportunity and see if we could use Grandad's townhouse at the beach. She said things at work were slow. She didn't expect a problem if she asked for a few days off.

She was also thinking along the same lines I was. "What if your Dad wants to go?"

"The annual convention with the suppliers is the week after next. I bet Grandad's got him working late every day preparing. Why don't you call Grandad to see if we can use the townhouse?"

"Not so fast Buster. If you're going to be the family member to stand up to Grandad, you can't have me asking favors for you. You'll have to talk to him yourself."

That evening I went to Grandad's and asked about the townhouse. He simply handed me the keys. "Your Mom looks great. I haven't seen her this happy in years. You guys have fun." He added, almost wistfully, "Your Mom deserves better than she's gotten."

I broached the subject of Dad. "I also figured that with the convention coming, you'll need Dad to stay here." 

I had tried to pass this off as a casual inquiry, but he thought about it, rolling it around in his head. Finally he said, "You're right. Tell your Dad he's staying here." Grandad and I talked for several more hours. I actually enjoyed myself. By the time I got home the house was dark.

The next morning I gave Mom the good news. We decided to hit the gym, I'd let Dad know when we got back, and leave. At the gym Mom got more good news; she was within one and one-half pounds of her target weight. When we got home I sat down with Dad.

"Morning champ. Why aren't you at work?"

"The boss had a family emergency and had to leave town. He gave us a few days off. Mom and I decided to take advantage of it. I spent the evening with Grandad last night, we had a few beers. He's going to let Mom and I use the townhouse for a few days. He wants you to stay here and get ready for the convention."

"Why didn't he tell me himself?"

"Don't know, he asked me to. If it's a problem you'll have to take it up with him."

I could see Dad simmer. What was it? That I was chumming it up with a man who frightened him, that his son was delivering orders to him, or that any dare to stand up to his father was an assault on his manhood? 

When Mom appeared Dad complained about being left out. Mom's retort was instantaneous and sharp. "I've busted my ass to get back in shape. I don't need your permission to go to the beach to show off the new bod for a few days with the man who, unlike you, has done so much to bring it about." 

She approached me, well into my personal space, and ran a hand across my chest. "You can be confident this stud will take very good care of me."

I didn't expect Mom to be this physical or flirtatious. She was taunting Dad. Well, why not go with the flow. I moved behind Mom and raised her arms as if she was lifting weights, bumping her butt with my considerable erection. "With these looks you can see why she needs protection, but I suspect she can protect herself." I wrapped my arms around her torso. "She does look great, doesn't she Dad?"

Dad looked at me, trying to find the right words, and finally settled on, "Yeah, your Mom's very pretty."

"Oh, c'mon Dad, you can do better than that. How about, sexy as hell."

Dad looked at Mom, hoping she would correct me. When nothing happened, he said, "I guess I've got to get to work. You two have fun." He shuffled out.

Mom turned towards me, pointing at my penis. "You got control of that thing?"

"Not when hot women are rubbing my chest."

"Well, I had told myself I wouldn't buy new clothes until I hit the target, but if I am going to go to the beach to show off I'll need a few items. I also texted my hair stylist, I need a fresh haircut. I should be back in about three hours to pack. Get ready to go."

I took about ten minutes to pack and called my friend Jim to see if he wanted to shoot some hoops. Mom and I headed out the door at the same time. I asked her to text me when she got back.

"You don't think I can get back in three hours?'

"Uh, no."

"We'll see."

I was right, I heard from her six hours later. However, the wait was worth it. She looked great. Her hair was cut so that it fell a few inches below her shoulders. It had an unkempt, wild look. She was wearing tight jeans and a tank top without a bra. After an hour of packing she was ready to go.

We got to the beach about six. After we unloaded the car Mom suggested we go for a run. She disappeared into the bedroom and returned, dressed in some of the new wardrobe: an aqua sports bra and pair of tiny red shorts. She looked good.

We did six miles. When we returned Mom asked me to start preparing dinner while she showered. I had just finished chopping up the fruit and vegetables when she re-emerged. She was wearing no make-up and combing her hair back. For clothes she had on one of my tee shirts and, from the way it clung to her damp body, nothing else. The tee shirt hung half-way to her knees.

"Your turn, Buster. And be quick about it."

When I got out of the shower I put on shorts only. Two could play this no underwear game. When I got to the kitchen I could see the fixings for salad dressing but no Mom.

"Out here, on the porch."

Mom was sitting in the two person hammock on the private porch overlooking the water. She had a bowl of salad in her hands. The other bowl was on a nearby table. I grabbed the food and joined her on the hammock.

Mom looked at me, her eyes and smile approving. "You've grown into quite the man."

"Thank you. And you are quite the sexy lady."

"Hmmmm, about that, there are a few things I want you to know, things mothers don't usually share with their sons.

"Most of my junior and my senior year in high school I dated Harold. Very sweet, kinda shy, smart, polite. Mothers loved him. He was on the chess team. At the time I had the build you saw in the pictures Dad brought home. I was on the gymnastics team; I was slender, flat-chested, flexible, and strong. Guys on the team hit on me and I knew some of the girls slept with some of the boys, but I was loyal to Harold.

"Harold was inexperienced and not aggressive. The farthest he ever got was second base and I had to plop his hand on my breast to get him there. I was frustrated and I know it sounds hackneyed, but I was determined to lose my virginity on my prom night. I bought the sexiest dress my mother would allow and I did look fine. 

"Unfortunately, someone poured alcohol into the punch and Harold, who never drank, was out cold by 10:00 P.M. 

"I was not ready to go home. Three of the guys and three of the girls on the gymnastics team had come as a group and I started dancing with them. After awhile the team captain offered to drive me and my slumbering boyfriend home. I knew exactly what that meant. We dropped Harold off at his house and drove to a secluded spot where I did it the first time.

"Turned out I loved sex. I had a few more dates with Harold, but that summer was mostly devoted to getting laid. With my addition the group that had gone to the prom had three guys and four gals and pretty much open rights to each others' bodies. It was a wild summer. 

"I expanded my horizons at college. Away from home I found I enjoyed not only fucking, but playing the slut. I liked men's eyes on me. Around the campus I made no effort to hide my body and never played hard to get. I slept with a variety of guys, including a professor. Sometimes I'd dress provocatively, including wearing a pair of falsies, and hit the bars of the upscale hotels looking for attractive businessmen in town with expense accounts. I was also doing it with several members of my gymnastics team. I even tried a sorority mate.

"Then I want to the event at your Grandad's dealership. Your Dad was older than I, had a good job, was unfailingly polite, and at the time was not a bad looking guy. He also had some semblance of a backbone. He asked me out, we fucked – I may have been his first – and I ended up pregnant. He was not my only lover, but he was the only one who asked me to marry him. It was not exactly the life I wanted, but still it looked like a pretty good life and I accepted. Unfortunately, over the years he's lost most of his spirit. I was following right behind him until our sudden turn of events."

By this time we had finished our meals. She took my bowl from me and put it with hers on the table.

We lay down in the hammock. She looked out at the ocean awhile, lost in thought. It was the kind of silence that feels like it has weight. It was also the kind of silence that it is up to the other person to break.

Finally she did. "You need to let me decide how far and how fast. Agreed?"

"Agreed."

I slipped an arm under her head, wrapping it down the side of her body. After awhile Mom laid her leg over mine. 

"I like it when you hold me."

We lay like that for what seemed half an hour and then Mom shifted, picking her head up and kissed me, carefully and tentatively She pecked the center of my mouth, then each corner. I kissed her forehead. She gave me as incandescent a smile as I've seen and offered me her lips. I gave her a peck, as she had done with me. This time, however, her lips responded, caressing my own. We spent the next minutes kissing, exploring the contours of each other's lips and mouths. Finally, I felt her mouth open and accept my tongue inside. For awhile I was cautious, simply playing with her tongue.

When we broke the kiss she gave a long contented sigh and snuggled against me, her hand resting on my thigh, "You're a good kisser."

"Hard not to be with you to inspire me."

Again she lifted herself up and turned towards me. Her strong hand was on my chest, moving up and down, rubbing me.

"Randy, I think you're an absolutely beautiful young man."

We started kissing again, at first slowly, but soon we were like two frantic high school students, our lips and tongues searching everywhere, whispering sweet words of affection and low moans of desire, our hands clawing each other, our bodies shaking with need. My dick was throbbing. I was already fucking her in my mind. Then Mom suddenly called a stop to it.

"I think that's enough for tonight."

She lay back down next to me. My fucking cock ached. I decided, barely, not to proclaim the need for another shower so I could jack off. Instead I wrapped my arms around her. Eventually the warm breeze from the ocean and the swaying of the hammock had their effect and we both fell asleep.

About an hour later we were awakened by a car horn in the parking lot. Mom slid off the hammock, grabbed the dirty dishes, and headed for the kitchen. I followed, staring at her ass, imagining leaning her over the kitchen counter, pulling up the tee shirt, and taking her from behind. Instead, I dried the dishes after she washed them. When we were done she stretched and said, "If we are going to hit the gym first thing in the morning, we better get to bed."

"Good, I've been thinking of some new night-time stories."

Mom put her arms around my neck, clasped her arms behind my head, kissed me, and leaned her head back to look me in the eyes.

"I thought we agreed, I would decide how far and how fast."

What I thought was, "Yeah, but I thought that meant tonight." What I said was, "We did." 

She kissed me again and patted my erection, twice. 

"Tell that bad boy that tonight was like a first date. He's supposed to go to bed frustrated."

She held my hand as we walked down the hall and reached the master bedroom. "Tonight your Mom sleeps in here." She pointed down the hall, "You get one of those."

I closed the door, got into bed, and brought myself off with sweet thoughts of Mom dancing in my head.

*  *  *  *

The next morning I was greeted by my Mom's drill sergeant voice and smiling face. A glance at the clock confirmed what I suspected, it was 6:00 A.M.

"Mom, we're on vacation."

"Time to hit the gym."

When we got to the gym she took my hand in hers as we walked across the parking lot. We spent two hours working out and in a place where no one knew us we took on the roles of boyfriend and girlfriend: taking occasional breaks to check on the other, standing close to and touching each other, making frequent eye contact, laughing and flirting.

When we got back to the townhouse we decided to lay out in the sun on the porch. I donned a pair of swim trunks; she disappeared into the bedroom and emerged about twenty-five minutes later with hair combed, make up applied, hoop earrings, and a string bikini with a thong. She was carrying a small satchel from which she fished sun tan lotion. We covered our fronts, I quickly, she taking her time, particularly enjoying rubbing it into the skin around her breasts and groin, putting on a show for my benefit.

She then lay down. "Do my back."

I straddled Mom's calves, applying the lotion first to her feet and then moving up. "Mmmmmmmmm....," feels good," she said. 

By this time I had plenty of experience rubbing her back and legs and knew what she liked. What I was giving her was mostly a massage, but I was getting no complaints. When I got to her upper thighs I attacked them with enough force to ensure she felt the reverberations in her pussy. I was within a finger length of her box. I thought about slipping a finger inside her, but stopped. She exhaled. Was that disappointment? 

I liberally squeezed the lotion on to her all but naked ass. I worked it into her firm majestic butt and then down her sides, slipping a finger to apply a final coat along her hips facing the ground. Her breathing was becoming deeper, heavier.

I moved up to her back. The red bikini top was tied in a bow in the back. I untied it.

Her voice, husky, "Make sure you retie it when you're done."

I undid the string, and lay the ends on the ground next to her. I worked her back, neck, and shoulders. She murmured her appreciation. Then I moved to her sides, running my hands along the sides of her breasts. Then I saw it. While the movement was small, almost imperceptible, she was rocking her hips, pressing her pussy against the floor. My hands were within inches of her breasts. Reluctantly, I refrained

I ran a finger down her spine.

"Did I miss a spot?"

"No Buster." 

I retied the bikini top and laid down. 

"My turn."

She squirted lotion on her hands and did my back and then my feet and calves. Unlike me, she seemed hurried, impatient. It was far from the sensual application I had bestowed on her. I started to wonder if I had done something wrong. However, when she reached my thighs, she slowed. Her hands became insistent; she worked the muscles deeply. I could feel the strength of her hand and arms. Then her hands moved up, into the leg of my swim trunks, onto my ass. She raked ten strong fingers across my ass. My cock was a piece of iron.

Then, "You win. Roll over Buster, let's massage what you really want. Let me see the bad boy you've been torturing me with."

I rolled over and she pulled my swim trunks down.

She took my hard cock in her hands, studying it. "You certainly didn't inherit this slab of meat from your father."

Never taking her hand off my erection, she kissed my mouth, exploring it from my lips to its deepest recesses. I responded, but let her take the lead. 

After awhile she lay her head on my shoulder while continuing to play with my hard cock. She wasn't trying to bring me off. She seemed more interested in just exploring, trailing a finger from the head to the testicles to test its length, wrapping her hand around it to determine its girth, squeezing it to see how hard it was, and then taking each testicle in her hand, judging their size and weight. Part of me wanted to beg her to jerk me off, but another part was simply enjoying this slow tentative journey around my penis. 

After awhile she turned towards me and got up on elbow, and looked down at me. "God, I love your body." She kissed and licked my belly button, chest, and nipples. When she reached my mouth she re-explored it. Her hand continued to rove, gently, around my chest and cock, acquainting herself with its shaft, head, testicles, and the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. 

You can imagine my state of arousal and lack of any objection when she whispered, "Ready to go, Buster?"

"Yes."

She reached into the satchel and retrieved some baby oil. After spreading it on her hand, she firmly grabbed my cock.

"I always liked them big."

She held it right below the head and moved her hand up and down, determining how far she could stretch the skin. Then she started jerking me off, beginning with slow, long strokes, monitoring my reaction as she intensified the process. Her free hand found my testicles. Then she started talking.

"What a nasty little slut am I, frigging my own son's big cock. That's what you want, isn't it, a slut Mommie. I can see the way you look at me, you like this new hard body. Tell me the truth, you want to turn me into your personal slut, your personal whore, don't you Buster. You want me there to fuck whenever you want. You want a live-in always-horny personal slut, don't you?"

Her earlier patient exploration of my shaft already had me at a high state of arousal and her dirty talk was getting to me. A few months back this had been my sweet, rather dull Mom. 

"I love your big hard cock. I think about having it in my pussy. Are you ready to fuck your own Mommy. Are you ready to be a motherfucker? Do you imagine your Mom riding this fucking tent pole, is that what you want?"

My cock was getting even harder as more and more blood rushed into it. And then, as my mother continued to taunt me, I felt the cum, which had reached the boiling point in my testicles, start to surge. Mom went on.

"Is this why you worked me so hard this summer? You wanted a hard-bodied Mom you could fuck whenever you wanted? An in-house fuck machine? Someone who wouldn't settle for anyone but a stud like you? Are you sure you're man enough to please me? Are you ready to fuck all day long?"

"FUCK YES," I screamed, spraying cum across my chest.

I lay gasping for air while Mom used a finger to transfer droplets of my jism from my chest to her mouth. "You shoot a bigger load than your Dad. Tastes better too."

After letting me catch my breath, Mom said, "Well, now I know why you've been so supportive this summer. I have your confession."

"You can't be so sure, men will confess to anything while getting a good hand job."

"A good hand job?"

"Okay, a great hand job." 

*  * * *

We lay outside for an hour, our bodies touching, holding hands. Finally Mom stood and offered her hand to help me up.

"Let's take a shower to wash off this lotion."

We walked to the bathroom. I pulled my trunks off. She stepped out of her bikini bottom and turned her back to me. I untied the top and it fell to the floor. She turned to me. 

"So, what do you think?"

I took my time admiring her body. She was curvy and strong. Her ass was amazing, round and firm and already showing a preternatural power to defy gravity. She studied me with the same attention to detail.

"You like what you see?"

"Very much."

"How about my boobs?"

Mom had never been well endowed, and the loss of body fat had resulted in shrinkage up there. I had never really been a tit man, or more accurately, I liked all boobs regardless of size. Mom's were just fine.

"They're great."

"When I was in my early twenties I was slight, my small boobs fit my build. I'm much curvier now. Do you think they should be bigger?"

"Mom, they're great. You're the last woman on earth to have body image issues. Your frickin' gorgeous."




Becoming the Alpha Male Ch. 02



"Thanks Buster. You're mighty fine yourself. Her gaze settled on my penis. Let's get in the shower."

One advantage of town homes is that they have very big hot water heaters. Mom and I lingered in the shower. I washed her hair and thoroughly lathered every inch of her spectacular body. Her boobs might be small, but her low gentle mewls as I gave them an comprehensive cleaning showed they were mighty sensitive. I got on my knees to clean her legs, moving up to her butt and sex. Mom, her hands grabbing the top of the shower door, was soon rocking her hips in rhythm with the scrubbing I was giving her ass and vagina. Still, respecting her desire to set the pace, I advanced no further.

I didn't have long to wait.

"Use your fingers on me."

I stood up, slipping a pinkie in her rectum and another finger in her vagina. Her cunt gripped my finger. She leaned against me and her breathing deepened and slowed.

"Oh my fucking God, that's... ohhh... that's so good..." 

I tipped her head back and kissed her, my tongue spearing into her mouth. We continued to kiss, hard and deep, as I worked her with my fingers. Finally, she broke the kiss and pressed her head against my chest, moaning deeply.

"Grab my ass hard. With both hands."

As I did she centered her sex on my thigh and started sliding it up and down. I put a hand on each ass cheek and pulling her tightly against my leg. 

"Put a finger in my asshole."

Who was I to argue? I did.

"Move it around."

I started sliding it in and out and circling it around within her. Her asshole was incredibly tight. I could feel her muscles trying to push the invader out. All the time she slid her cunt up and down my leg.

"Feels so good baby, feels so good. Mommy's going to come on your leg. Fuck fuck, oh yeahhhhhhhh! I'm coming, AAAAIIIEEEEH."

I held her, supporting her through and after the orgasm while the water cascaded off our bodies.

* * * *

Over the next three days we got in two work-outs a days and most evenings enjoyed a long run. While still limited to mutual masturbation, we brought each other off several times a day. Mom loved showing off. She brought attention to herself with an assortment of elaborate sunglasses and long dangling earrings. Her clothes unabashedly displayed her new body. She wore fuck-me-now shoes which jacked up her fine ass and lengthened her magnificent legs. We spent one afternoon roller-blading, she in a bikini that distracted more than a few men. Mom could also be crazy kinky. One night we hit the dance floor, she in a gold dress so short and tight that it left nothing to the imagination. After two hours of dancing she dragged me out to car where we jerked each other off. People wandered by the car. Some even openly enjoyed our show; that turned her on even more. 

She loved hanging all over me. In turn, I always had a hand on her. She enjoyed it when I found an excuse to brush against her ass or tits. She had that look, like she could fuck you all night and then want to fuck some more.

*  *  *  *

One of my favorite moments of the trip was sitting on a blanket with her listening to music at an outdoor concert. Mom was wearing a red and white striped one piece dress that fell to her ankles, but featured a thigh high slit. She also wore four inch red pumps, red nail polish, red sunglasses, long dangling earrings which ended in large circles, and was carrying a bag that matched her dress. As I said, she liked to draw attention to herself.

I was sitting with my back against a tree. Mom was between my legs, her hands on my thighs, leaning against me. I was wearing a pair of loose shorts. After Mom finished an ice cream cone bought from a passing vendor, she shifted her position. I felt her hand crawl up my pants leg and start stroking my cock. I looked around in panic. No one was staring. I looked down; Mom's body and long flowing dress probably obscured what was happening. 

Mom noticed my concern. 

"Afraid someone will see what your nasty Mom is doing?" she asked.

"A bit."

"Don't worry, they'll be looking at this."

With that she put her right leg in the position of an inverted "V," entirely outside the slit. The leg, and it was a magnificent leg, was exposed halfway up her hip. Any man looking this way would be straining to catch a peek at her pubes. At the same time she pulled her hand out of my shorts and reached inside her bag. She coated her hand with baby oil.

"Unbutton your shorts."

Against all sane impulses, I did.

She reached behind herself and down my shorts, took the head of my cock in her hand, and started a series of twisting movements around the head. To a causal observer the movement would be imperceptible. I accepted the inevitable, relaxed, and savored what she was doing.

At first she held the head of my cock in place, swiveling four fingers around it. Eventually she slipped her thumb to the underside, finding the most sensitive area directly below the head. I found myself moving my hips in a humping motion. I looked around. Our movements were slight and with the sky darkening it was unlikely anyone who did not already know what was going on could figure it out. I closed my eyes, intent on focusing only on the horny bitch my mother was becoming and the incredible sensations her hand was bringing me.

Mom felt my body relax; she had me where she wanted me.

"This is what you want, isn't it honey? To turn your Mom into a brazen slut with no boundaries."

Mom started to turn up the heat.

"Son, you have the most delightful cock. I love this big pole. Mommy's become such a bad little filly, all she can think about is playing with your fat dick. Is Mommy becoming the kind of horny slut you want?"

She was increasing the pace . My breath was coming in short hard bursts. My hands were tightly clenched fists pushing against the ground. 

"Buster, if you come in your shorts I promise to suck the dried cum from them later."

The band finished a song and the crowd burst into applause. Thank god. I grunted hard and blew my load into my shorts. Mom withdrew her hand, licked the cum from her fingers, and joined the crowd applauding the musicians. I did the same.

*  *  *  *

On the morning of our fourth day and final full day at the beach Mom announced the good news: she had reached her weight goal. After we got back from the gym she asked if I recalled what had started our affair.

"Sure, the night that Dad made a joke about your weight, you came upstairs. You were upset. I rubbed your back."'

"Right, Buster. I want a celebratory back rub right now."

She stripped and lay on the bed. I noticed something in her ass.

"Mom, what's that?"

"It's a butt plug. I forgot it was there. Take it out, gently. Haven't you seen one before?"

"Actually, no. I've heard of them, but I've never seen one." 

I pulled it from her butt. It was blue, about 2 ½ inches long, and flared. 

"My anus is very sensitive. I slipped it inside before we got on the treadmill. It feels great and the distraction doesn't hurt when I did the speed work. Now, my back rub."

Mom had wanted me to see it and to remember the comment about her sensitive butt. But, still, I didn't want to rush things, they were moving along just fine. I put the butt plug down and commenced the massage. I spent about fifty minutes on her back and neck, arms, and legs, drawing appreciative soft moans. 

It was time to follow-up on her comments about her butt. After five minutes of straight massage on her backside, I pulled her ass cheeks apart and ran my tongue up their length.

She squirmed. "Mmmm, feels good. You like my butt, don't you baby. I know you love looking at it. It turns me on when your eyes wander down there."

"Mom, your tush is fucking amazing."

I returned to my oral attentions, eventually focusing on the brown anal bud. I licked its surface and tried to force my tongue inside, but it was simply too tight and muscular. I further spread her ass cheeks and had some success. Mom sighed as I tickled just inside her anus with my tongue. It started to wink open and shut, allowing me to push in further.

I could smell the flow of oily juice from her pussy. I slipped a finger into her pussy and transferred the juice to her labia in slow lazy strokes. I returned my thumb to her vagina and, taking my time, found the g-spot while I stroked her clitoris with my index and ring fingers. Not too much, just consistent, moderate, pressure. I wanted it to last. I continued my oral assault on her anus.

I pushed her along slowly, but Mom was getting into it. As she got more excited, she got more vocal: "Lick Mommy's hard ass baby. Mommy's ass is on fire. Ohhhh god baby. That's the way."

She started humping my hand. By now I knew her well enough; she was headed for an eruption. 

I increased the pressure on her clit while tongue-fucking her asshole. Mom pulled her ass cheeks apart so I could stick my tongue further into her. She started jerking her hips up and down, losing control of her movements. 

"All I can think about is sex, I've missed so many years, so many, I am a slut, I want to be a slut, a son-fucking slut, yes, yes, help me, yes, yes, oh gooddddd, fuck, fuck, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH."

She bucked underneath me, bashing my face with her ass. I was tempted to ram my dick in her still spasming cunt, but instead finger fucked her with almost savage power. Her cunt welcomed the intrusion and gripped at the fingers. I placed my other fingers on her clit, pushing hard. This initiated a series of follow-up orgasms as she continued to writhe and moan. Finally she collapsed on the bed, face first, breathing hard.

A few minutes later she rolled over, "Hey Buster, there is some lubricant in my bag, fish it out. Smear it on my anus, then lubricate inside.

I did so, taking my time, focusing on stimulating the inside of her rump. I was on the right track; she moaned. After I finished she asked me to lay on my back. She kissed my mouth, nuzzled my ears and neck, and licked my nipples as she moved down my chest. I ran my hands along her toned body. Finally, she coated my dick with lubricant and straddled me, her knees on either side of my hips. She slid my tool along her anal crevice. We were both well-lubricated, it moved without resistance. She centered my cock on the anal bud and lowered herself, slowly increasing the pressure.

"I used to love this Buster, but never tried it with one as big as yours."

With that I could feel her sphincter stretch and give way. The head of my cock popped inside her. Her short grunts, which originated deep in her solar plexus, reflected a combination of pain and pleasure. She supported herself with her hands on her thighs as she held my cock just inside her ass and flexed her muscles. Those muscles exquisitely worked the head of my cock. My penis had never been so intensely stimulated.

I let her know it, "God, my cock has never felt anything like this. Fuck Mom, your ass is like a vise."

I closed my eyes and relaxed, focusing my attention on my penis, not wanting to miss a single sensation.

Then Mom took another inch into her and repeated the process: holding my cock in place while tightening, relaxing, and flexing the muscles of her perfect ass. 

"Fuck Mom, so fuckin' good God your ass is tight, Jesus fucking Christ, so good...."

As my cock explored ever deeper recesses of Mom's well-lubricated rectum, she softly cooed sounds of contentment, until inch by inch, she was sitting on my pubic bone. I felt her ass grudgingly expanding to accept me. 

I looked up. Mom's mouth was slightly open and her head rolled back on her shoulders. Her nostrils flared and her breathing came in short bursts. There was beads of sweat on her face and rolling down her tits.

"How does it feel Mom, pleasure or pain?"

"Both, feels good, hurts good. You told me no pain, no gain, Besides," and here she looked me directly in the eye and smiled, "a little pain can be sexy."

That was a side of Mom I might want to explore.

Mom did not allow me to plunge in and out, but instead rolled her hips in an oval pattern while working my cock over with her muscles. Now, I'd like to say I was able to hold out until I brought her off. If not that, I'd like to say that I stayed hard after I came. If I said either, however, I'd be lying. Mom's ass was the sweetest tightest place my cock had ever been. Her ass muscles, which she had worked to perfection over the last months, worked my shaft with unprecedented intensity. I was soon chanting, "Fuck Mom's ass, fuck Mom's ass," until, like Mt. Vesuvius, the lava was not going to be denied. I let out a yell and exploded in her rump.

After I regained my senses I looked at Mom, who was still straddling my now limp dick. She had a huge grin on her pretty face.

"Ever had anything that good before?" she asked.

"Nope."

"Better than Patricia's?"

"What exactly did you two talk about in the hot tub?"

"Don't avoid the question."

"Yes, better than Patricia's."

She moved forward, bringing her sweet cunt to my face, "Good, now eat my pussy."

It was clear she had liked my dick up her ass; she was dripping wet. Her pussy lips were slightly separated, displaying their pink inner walls. I decided to take my time. I gave a short lick to her clitoris, waited a couple of beats, and did it again, a couple of beats, and again. "Nice," I heard her say in a husky voice. She was aroused, but not on the verge of coming. I nibbled the inside of her left thigh, returned to her clitoris, and then turned to her left thigh. After spending a few more moments with her clitoris, I lowered my head and licked and tongue fucked her vagina.

"Mom, you have the sweetest pussy."

"Sweeter then Patricia's?"

Mom enjoyed dirty talk. I decided to up the ante.

"Don't know, we might need a side-by-side taste test."

Mom was not going to back down.

"I think we can arrange that."

I continued reaming her cunt with my tongue, occasionally licking the outer lips of her vagina. I stuck my tongue inside her. "Ohhhh! God!," Mom moaned. I lapped the sweet nectar from inside her burning snatch. I gently sucked one, and then the other, of her pussy lips into my mouth. The taste, mixed with her aroma, was intoxicating. Could you get high on pussy? 

I ran my tongue all around the folds of her pussy lips before plunging it back into her cunt. Mom moaned as I licked all around, pushing my tongue against her inner walls. I had pussy juice all over my mouth and my cheeks and I rocked my head, experimenting with the varying sensations I could give her. Mom started cooing, her eyes closed, her entire being focused on what I was doing between her legs. Her breasts, nipples hard, rose and fell on her chest in time with her deep slow breathing. I slipped a pinky into her anus, where, aided by a combination of my cum and the lubricant, I explored the first few inches. Her reactions confirmed what she had said earlier, her asshole was extremely sensitive. The frequency of her moans was increasing and she was now rubbing her sex up and down on my face. Her hands were on her breasts, pulling on her nipples. 

I turned my attention to her labia, running my tongue along its length, raking her clitoris hard with my tongue and sucking it into my mouth.

Mom was whimpering. Her movements were becoming wilder and she started writhing. She cheered me on. "Eat Mommy's pussy. You're such a good pussy eater. Eat Mommy's pussy baby. Use your tongue on me baby...." Soon, as I continued by assault, she lost the ability to put together a sentence, the room instead reverberated with her growls of delight.

The flow and increasingly pungent smell of her pussy left no question I was on the right track. I paid close attention to her clitoris, sucking it into my mouth while lashing it with my tongue, then maintaining continual contact with that nub by sliding my tongue all over it. At the same time I fucked her ass with my pinky. Her bottom started bouncing up and down as she fucked my face. Her arms were by her side, her fists clenched. Her body stiffened and her hips jerked downwards, mashing her sweet sweet cunt in my face.

"Yeah, on yeah, god, so good, too long, need, need, fuck, yeah, oh god, ooh goddd, ohhhh, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK, CUMMINGGGGGGG."

She exploded, drenching me in her syrup. Convulsions swept the length of her body; her cunt clamped and unclamped. She sucked in great drafts of air. I held her clit against my upper lip and applied increasing pressure to it with my now all but numb tongue. In the next instant the air was squeezed out of her lungs by the next powerful spasm. She had shot off again. I started to repeat the process when, in a dazed voice she said, "No more baby, can't take any more, you eat Mommy so good."

She lay next to me. We exchanged sweet passionate kisses, savoring the joy we had bestowed on the other. Eventually she asked me to hold her and, nestled together, we fell asleep.

*  *  *  *

Mom's movements woke me up. I was laying with my stomach against her back, my right arm draped across her breasts. 

"You sleep well lover?" she asked.

"Yeah, how long?"

"About an hour." Mom's voice suddenly turned serious. "What would you think of my having breast augmentation surgery?"

Mom had made enough comments about her breasts to let me know she was not happy with their size. The trick: I had to be completely happy with her breasts while being fully supportive of her desire to change them. 

"Mom, your breasts are great. Is surgery something you are seriously contemplating?"

"Yeah, I consulted with a doctor about it."

"Mom, as hard as you have worked to get back into shape, you should do it if that's what you want. You've earned it. I have only one concern."

"Which is?"

"That it won't spoil what is happening between you and I."

She rolled her body into mine. "Don't worry about that Buster. In fact, I would like you to be there when I tell your father and take me to the clinic on Wednesday."

"Have you decided on how big they're going to be?"

"How big do you think they should be?"

More tricky ground. I ventured this answer: "Not mine to say. There is certainly nothing demure about the powerful sexy body you've built. Anyone who looks at you knows you're a confident strong woman dedicated to taking care of herself. If you would want to accentuate your curvy build, I say go big."

"I'm looking at D cups."

"I'm not sure exactly what that means."

She sat up and demonstrated with her hands.

This was going to be fun.



Becoming the Alpha Male Ch. 03



We arrived home mid-afternoon the following day, which gave us time to hit the gym before Dad got home. When he did he did a double-take. Mom had been working out in baggy tee-shirts and shorts. Now she was wearing black tights and a purple top with a spaghetti strap. She was reveling in the new bod.

Dad ventured a compliment. "You look nice honey." 

"Thank you dear. Randy and I worked very hard to create the new me."

She turned to me. "What do you think?"

"Well Mom, you're some hot."

"Thank you stud." She ran her hand down my chest. "You're mighty fine yourself,"

Mom, limited for the evening to a liquid diet, made smoothies. We drank them by the pool while Dad ate in front of the television. When we were done we returned to the house. Mom flipped off the television and sat on the couch. I sat beside her. She slid her leg over so it touched mine.

"Dear, I'm having breast augmentation surgery tomorrow." 

Dad looked stunned and started to say something, but Mom talked over him. "Don't worry, you don't need to take time off from work. It's an out-patient procedure and Randy," placing her hand on my thigh, "will take me."

Dad got in his point in. "Don't you think you should have asked?"

Mom's eyes bore in on him, but her voice was calm, almost disdainful. "Why should I dear. I've busted my ass getting back in shape. You've provided no support and shown no interest. I ran it by the one person in the family who has been with me every step of the way." Her hand, which had laid on top of my thigh, drifted to the inside and she slowly, but openly, stroked the skin with a fingernail.

My turn. "Mom and I talked about it and I think she's gonna look great. Not that she doesn't look great now."

"Thank you. I hope you like your new-version Mama." She kissed me on the cheek, her lips lingering a beat longer than normal.

Mom turned back to Dad. "I put in on the VISA. You'll get the bill next month."

Dad said, "Well, when you have surgery I think you should tell me." 

Mom's face turned red. She walked over to Dad and stood, looming over him. She spoke carefully and deliberately, her anger barely controlled. "I will do with my body whatever I want, with whomever I want. Do you understand?"

Dad broke her gaze, at this point seeming to hope she would just go away. Mom didn't move, her eyes on him, demanding an answer. He looked back at her, trying to break her stare. "Well. It's just...." Mom took a step towards him. He looked down. "Yes dear, I understand."

Mom turned the television back on and looked at me. "Honey, rub my neck." I moved to the end of the couch; she sat between my legs. I worked on her neck and shoulders. Mom slid a hand between us and found the outline of my hardening penis. She used a finger or two to trace its outline and rub its underside. 

"I'm not making you uncomfortable, am I?" she asked.

"You're nothing I can't handle."

"We'll see about that."

A few minutes later Mom stood and announced she needed a good night's sleep prior to the surgery. She took my hand in hers and said, "Why don't you tuck your Mom in." 

"Dad. I'll be busy with the sexy lady. Get the dishes." 

He didn't respond.

"I didn't hear you."

His voice faltered. "Of course."

Mom held my hand as we walked upstairs.

As soon as we turned down the hallway she pushed me against the wall and kissed me hard. Flaunting her new sexuality in front of Dad was a turn-on. She unbuttoned my shorts and pulled them down, grabbing hold of my rock hard penis. She took, in turn, each testicle into her mouth, lovingly holding them on her tongue while gently sucking. After she released them she licked my cock from base to tip and then took it's head and several inches of the staff into her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked. Finally, looking at me, she spit it out.

"I've been wondering what this bad boy tastes like."

She stood, grabbed my erection and pulled it, and me, to the bedroom. There she pushed me back onto the bed, stripped, and reached for the bottle of lubricant, spraying some on her breasts and kneading it into her skin with her hands. She slid down my legs and leaned forward, trapping my cock between her tits.

"This is the last time you get to tittie-fuck this version of your mother."

She pushed her breasts together and I started humping her boobs. My cock retreated between the mounds until its head was barely visible and then thrust back out. Each time it speared forward Mom tried to lick it, usually successfully. The friction was heaven and I felt the cum churning in my balls. I relished the pleasure in my groin and loved watching my dick splitting Mom's tits while her tongue flicked its head.  

Mom then crawfished down my body, said "This should not be problem for my liquid only diet," and took my meat into her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down half-a-dozen times while jacking off the base of my cock. She then licked hard and slow from the base to the head and gently nibbled the tip. The contrast between the firm pressure when she licked the shaft and the gentle treatment of the head drove up the pressure in my balls, which only increased when she opened her mouth and again swallowed my dick. I felt it bump the back of my mouth and she had almost the entire thing between her lips when she clamped down hard, sucking at full strength, pulling her head teasingly up the length of my tool while her lips formed a tight seal around the trunk. Her soft murmurs let me know how much she was digging this oral treat. I placed my hands on her shoulders, squeezing gently.

How could Dad have let this sexual Valkyrie go to sleep?

"Suck me, suck me, fuckin' yeah, oooohhhhh, ooohhh." 

Mom started to rapidly bob her head up and down, pressing her tongue hard against it as it charged in and out of her mouth, while continuing to jerk me off in time with the movement of her mouth. 

"Eat my big fat cock, you horny Mom slut. Drink my jism, swallow your own son's cum. You ready to be my personal fuck-toy, to turn yourself into a big titted fuck-toy for your boy. You ready for all the cock you can handle?."

Mom grunted her assent.

I was getting close. My penis was awash with sensations; my mind thrilling at the perverted scene before me: my cock embedded in my mother's face. My balls tightened, I felt the cum rushing up my shaft, and I exploded in her mouth. Mom held on tight, swallowing every drop.

Mom raised herself on her knees and moved forward until she straddled my thigh. She started sliding her sex up and down, humping my leg.

"You up to keeping that promise stud, to give me all the cock I can handle? Are you really ready for a full time fuck-mate, someone willing to be your personal slut? Is that what you want from your Mom?"

Her copious flow was proving all the lubrication needed.

"Take my tits in your hands stud. Play with them hard, hurt my nipples."

I squeezed her breasts, twisting the nipples until she winced in pain.

Mom stopped talking, but she kept grinding her pussy against my leg. I pushed hard against her. I could tell she was close: her eyes were shut, her mouth slightly open, her head pulled back. Her breathing was becoming more and more ragged.

"AHHH, ohhhhhhh, yeah, oh baby, cumming......."

I caught each nipple between my thumb and index fingers and squeezed hard.

"OHHHHHH! UMMMMM! FUCK! YEAH BABY, SQUEEZE MY TITS! OH! SQUEEZE MY TITS! FUCK! OH FUCK! YEAH! YES! YES! OH FUCK YEAH! OHHHH BABY! PINCH MY TITS! THIS IS SO FUCKING AMAZING!"

How could Dad not have heard that? 

She slumped on to my chest. Both are bodies were covered by sweat and the smell of sex filled the room. Eventually she rolled off of me and we held each other and drifted off to sleep.

*  *  *  *

Mom's surgery went without a hitch. She proudly displayed her new breasts when we got home. They were big, fat, beautiful, and firm. They were also bruised and sore; there would be no playing with them for a few days. That night we downloaded a movie. Dad watched it with us. Mom, still groggy from the anesthesia, cuddled in my arms, her new tits pressed against me. She thanked me for being such a sweet boy and taking such good care of her. She expressed her appreciation by stroking my body and kissing me in ways not motherly.

Over the next few days Mom delighted in both displaying her new boobs and pushing Dad around. The first night while I swam laps in the pool, she came downstairs wearing a black lacy baby doll which covered only a portion of her breasts. The outline of her nipples was clearly visible. She talked to Dad for a few minutes – she told me he was essentially dumbstruck – and then went outside to sit by the pool while I finished swimming. She then led me back though the house and up the stairs.

The next day she called Dad on his way home and told him to pick up some sun block. He arrived home to find the two of us by the pool, Mom wearing sunglasses, a bikini top that barely covered her nipples, and a thong. While he stood there Mom did my back, and then I hers, my hands roaming freely over her butt and the sides of her fat breasts. Dad walked away; he did not want to accept what he was seeing.

The next night she showered and then appeared wearing only one of my tee-shirts, which clung to her damp body. When I entered the living room, wearing a towel around my wet bathing suit, Mom said to Dad, "Honey, don't we have quite the young hunk living in the house." She put her hands on my upper chest. "Nice pecs, and," running her hands slowly down my chest, "quite the hard flat stomach." She slapped my butt, a firm thunk filling the room. "Nice ass. Randy, what ladies are you entertaining now that Patricia's left town?"

"Mom, a gentleman never tells."

"You headed for the shower?" she asked.

"Yes."

"I going to talk to your Dad for a few minutes. Give me a good night kiss."

She placed a hand on my hip, her thumb inches from my hardening cock, which was happily obscured by the towel. She brought her lips to my mouth and kissed me, a kiss that lasted far longer than it should. It was all I could do to stop myself from ramming my tongue into her mouth.

I stopped at the top of the stairs. 

"Your big-titted wife has a horny pussy tonight. Your dick ready to fuck it."

She bent forward, exposing her bra-less tits, and licked Dad from his chin up the side of his face.

"Dear," he said, "it's late and I've had a lot to drink."

"Don't worry, I'll do all the work. All you have to do is get hard." 

Her hand was on his groin, working his thing. She yanked his belt out and pulled down his pants, rasing her tee shirt to expose her shaven pussy. When she moved I could see his groin; it was at full mast. Whatever genes I had inherited from him were unrelated to the size of my member; his was neither particularly long nor particularly wide. She half-pushed him to the floor and then straddled him, rubbing the head of his penis in her strong fingers as she aimed it for her pussy. 

Then, in a muffled voice, he said, "Oh God," and came. A few drops of cum burped out of his cock, dripping into her hand. He immediately asked her to let go, complaining that his penis was highly sensitive after an orgasm.

She stood up. "I guess I'll have to bring myself off again tonight." She let the tee-shit fall past her exposed pussy. "I'll have your son tuck me in." 

She headed up the steps. I was waiting. "Ready to eat my cunt, stud?" We headed for the bed, where I did. I was then the recipient of one of her spectacular blow jobs.

*  *  *  *

Although Mom's tits were sore and off-limits, at least twice a day our hands and mouths found their way to the other's groin. We got more and more blatant. In Dad's plain view we cuddled and kissed and I held Mom in ways sons don't hold mothers: standing behind her, my erection pressed into her ass, my arms wrapped around her grazing the underside of her massive tits. We paraded around the house in the tiniest of bathing suits. Dad, hunkered down in his chair, was desperate not to know what was going on around him. 

On Friday morning Mom announced that she and I were going to a burlesque show in the city that evening. 

Dad seemed a bit flabbergasted, "But I'm leaving tomorrow morning."

Mom peered at him, "Surely you don't need help packing?"

"I thought the family should be together tonight."

"It's Friday night. You'll be asleep in your chair by 9:00 P.M. I want to have some fun and watching you fall asleep is not my definition of fun. The show starts at 10:00. There will be plenty of time for family activities."

*  *  *  *

That evening I was still upstairs when I received a text from Mom, who was dressing in the master bedroom. 

"GO TO THE FRONT PORCH."

A porch wrapped around the front of the house, including the master bedroom. You could always find a slit in the blinds to check out the action. When I did I instantly hardened: Mom was wearing arguably the skimpiest, tightest dress ever made. It was green and short; it reached over the curve of her ass, almost. I would study it all evening and I wasn't quite sure it didn't expose the downward slope of her rump. It had one loose-fitting sleeve; the other side was sleeveless, showing off Mom's muscular arm. She had on a wide blue ring which matched her shoes, a pair of sunglasses, and dangling earrings ending in large loops. All this was complemented by blue pumps with a one inch platform and six inch heels.

They were in the middle of an argument. 

"So what it is dear, do I look like a slut or a whore?"

Dad was trying to explain. "You're making a spectacle of yourself."

"I didn't build this," gesturing to her body, "to sit home and darn your socks. I plan to go out and be noticed. You think I look like a slut? How about this? We send your son out for the evening and you fuck the slut out of me. You can have me anyway you want. You can tie me to the bed, spank me, fuck me up the ass, or we can stay in the good old missionary position, whatever you want. But you fuck me so long and so hard and so good that there is no slut left in me. You fuck my slutty body until there's only a good girl left."

Dad interrupted, "Don't talk like that."

Mom advanced on my retreating father. "Don't talk like a horny slut! Than fuck me so hard that I won't feel like a horny slut." She lifted her dress, displaying a thong. "Fuck this hot slut's pussy so she won't feel like talking like that."

"Stop it."

"I know, you want me to beg. Then I will. Please husband, please fuck my slutty pussy, please. Please fuck the whore out of me."

Dad, instead of throwing her on the bed, looked overwhelmed. He was entirely flustered. "What will your son say when he sees you like that."

"I guess we'll have to ask him."

That was my cue. I knocked on the bedroom door.

"Come in."

I walked in, eyeballed Mom head-to-toe, and said, "Damn, you look good. No one's going to pay attention to the show."

"Thank you son, your Dad can't seem to decide if I look more like a whore or a slut. What do you think?'

"Do I have to choose?"

"Yes."

Mom walked towards me and stopped only when her breasts lightly touched my chest. She straightened out my shirt and collar and pushed some of my hair back in place.

"I certainly couldn't afford you if you were a prostitute, so I'll have to go with slut."

"Done," Mom replied, "tonight I'm your slut."

Mom turned to face Dad, standing by my side. She slipped her hand around my waist. I ran a hand down her back, landing on her ass. While Dad could not see my hand, the movement of my arm left little doubt as to where it was. 

"It seems your knows how to treat a slut. We'll be back late. Don't wait up. We'll say good-bye tomorrow."

With that, holding hands, we left the room. Dad muttered a desultory okay.

*  *  *  *

Mom was as big a hit at the show as anyone on stage. The producer offered her a part in the production and when she refused, made sure she had his card. Acceding to the audience's cheers, she danced with the cast at the end of the show, her tits bouncing in her tiny outfit. She spent the ride home sucking my cock, nursing me along so I didn't come until we pulled into the garage. We left a trail of clothes on the way to the upstairs bedroom.

"Those tits ready?" I asked. 

She squeezed them a few times. "Yes, still a little sore, but fuck yes."

I tried not to be rough, but I explored them with the enthusiasm of a hungry infant, covering their entire surface with an assortment of kisses and licks. Then I tried long licks; she liked it best when I started at the bottom and traveled about, finally making my way to her areolas and finishing with an extra-firm swipe of her erect red nipples. Her nipples had lost none of their sensitivity. I sucked them into my mouth, coating them with my spit. 

Mom loved it. "Do you like Mommy's big fat slut titties? Mommy got them for you baby; Mommy got fat titties for her baby boy. Do they make your thick dick hard? Did you like the way people stared at them tonight? Were they as nice as those of the ladies in the show? Suck my tits baby, lick 'em, feels so good, feels so good."

I soon had her panting and moved down her hard flat belly in a series of kisses and nips, headed for her cunt, whose odor was mixing with her perfume and our sweat. As I ran my tongue hard across her clit, I slipped a finger into her anus. There I found the butt plug.

"Oh," feigning ignorance, she said, "I forgot. Before I danced with the cast I had one of the girls slip it in. While I was gyrating on stage it was moving around inside, it felt so fucking good. Take it out."

I removed it, laid it aside, and grabbed the lubricant. I coated my middle finger and inserted it into her backside. She was incredibly tight.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh baby, feels so good, fuck Mommy with your finger."

She pulled my head to her cunt while I fingerfucked her ass. The power of her grip on the back of my head was striking. After a few minutes I used two fingers to stimulate and further lubricate her asshole. I also gave her pussy a thorough tongue lashing; I remembered how quickly I had come the first time I had ass-fucked her. If I had any hope of bringing her off this time she would need to be close to the edge before I started. 

I slid my fingers into her butt as deep as they would go and brought them back to massage just inside her anus, where she was the most sensitive. Mom was approaching the edge; pussy juice was flowing, she was humping my face, and her groans echoed in the room. Her asshole was also convulsing, clamping down so hard on my fingers that I found it difficult to move.

She let me know she was ready: "God that feels good. Where's the lubricant?"

I handed it to her. She stood, coated my cock, stood and leaned against the bed frame'

"FUCK MY ASS!!"

I applied a last dollop of lubricant to her asshole and fitted the head of my dick against her anus. Slowly increasing my force in a series of short jabs, her sphincter's resistance gradually faded until I popped inside. She immediately clamped down, squeezing the head of cock. I held it there, allowing her time to adjust. I reached around her to her clitoris, but my hand met hers.

"Let me baby, more experienced. Hurts, so good, so good. My tits, hold my tits. Feels so good son." 

I took her breasts into my hands as she frigged her clitoris. Soon her comments devolved into an unintelligible series of whimpering moans while I entered her, an inch or two at a time until I was all the way in, After allowing her a moment to adjust, began fucking her in long steady strokes. When I got to the point where only the head of my cock was in her I stopped to let Mom work it with her ass muscles. 

I was right to get Mom worked up before I entered her. It was a struggle not to dump my load. She had been on the edge when we started. It wouldn't take much more to bring her off.




Becoming the Alpha Male Ch. 03



We continued fucking. Mom's breathed in time with our motion, pushing against me as I entered her. Her moans intensified and her head dropped down, her brown hair cascading past her face. Then Mom started bucking violently. She no longer stimulated her clit with a finger, but was pushing the entire heel of her hand against her quim. I worked her tits, squeezing the nipples between my fingers, while thrusting into her in a hard corkscrewing motion.

I taunted her. "God, you're a hot sexy bitch. And what a slut. Dressing like a whore, bringing your son to a burlesque show, dancing on stage. Displaying your hard sexy body to strangers. It was so fucking hot!"

That was enough to set her off. "So good, so good. You like Mommy's ass, don't you baby. You're going to fuck my ass all the time, aren't you baby. So good, so, ohhhh, fuck, ohhhhhhhh, fucking shit, goddammnnnn BABY, CUMMINGGGGG........................" 

I let go of her breasts as her body convulsed, grabbing her hips to keep my cock inside her. I focused on the mechanics of what we were doing in a difficult, but successful, effort to stave off my own orgasm. After she calmed down I resumed a lazy, slow ass-fucking, which was getting a little easier as Mom's anal channel adjusted to my fat cock.

Mom looked over her shoulder. She licked her lips and said, "You didn't come?"

I nodded no.

"You are quite the stud. It looks like I picked the right lover. Let's do it again, but leave the head of that mother fucking-tool just inside. I'm so fucking sensitive there."

I pulled back until only the head of my cock inside her. She started flexing her ass muscles, using them to massage my penis and titillate herself. While she did so she sank four fingers inside herself while roughly rubbing her clitoris with her thumb. Her body was covered with sweat and she stank of sex, not pretty sweet sex, but sex of the most feral fundamental kind. This woman didn't want to be made love to, she wanted to be fucked. Although the way she was working my cockhead was sending waves of pleasure through my body, I couldn't get the image of power-fucking her asshole out of my mind. I angled her forward, took a firm hold of her hips, and pushed forward, vigorously fucking the hottest tightest place I imagined I would ever be.

"You're such a slut Mom. Giving your son your asshole. Is Mommy ready to her son's anal-slut? I love your asshole, it's like fucking a vise. You ready to be my live-in whore, slutty Mom."

"Take me, fuck me so hard it hurts, pinch my nipples...."

I fucked her asshole with as much power as her tight ass would allow. She pushed back as hard as I pushed in and the sound of our bodies smacking together joined our lustful moans. I took her nipples between my fingers and pinched until I elicited a painful wince from Mom.

Neither of us had much hope of lasting long at this pace and I was damn close. I had to push Mom along. 

"Such a tight asshole, perfect place for my cock, never felt anything like it. You're the sexiest thing on the planet, so sexy, so hot, fuck-mate, fuck your son, give your son your asshole, your baby boy is fucking you, he loves your tight ass, be his whore you bit titted slut..."

Mom was getting close. "Yes, yes, yes slut whore slut whore. Mommy will be your fuck toy. Mommy loves your cock, best fuck, best fuck. Make me your whore. Take me. Fuck me. Mommy's cumming, cumming, AHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

I had no chance. As the muscles of her ass contracted I sprayed myself inside her. Totally absorbed in my orgasm I barely noticed when Mom fell away, slithering onto the bed. I soon joined her. As we lay together, I inserted a finger in her asshole, gathering a combination of the lubricant, my cum, and her anal juices and held it up to her. She licked it clean. 

"Clean my cock."

After she finished she turned to me, her eyes triumphant. "Was I slutty enough tonight?"

"Yeah, I'm afraid you're gonna be more than I can handle."

"We'll just have to find out, won't we." 

*  *  *  *

We woke late the next morning. I could hear Dad downstairs, carrying things to his car in anticipation of his trip. I put on a bathrobe and headed downstairs. 

"You slept in. What time did the two of you get in?"

"Late, Dad. Not sure when."

"You and your Mom's shoes and your shirt were on the floor. I put the shoes over there." He gestured to the corner. "I washed the shirt. Its hanging up to dry."

I thanked him. He then turned to what was really on his mind. "I want to talk to you about your mother. I'm worried about her. She's out of control."

"Dad, she's perfectly in control, just not yours. She's making her own rules now. You either get on board or get out of the way. Personally, I'm on board."

"Son, you saw how she dressed last night."

"I love the way she dressed last night. Mom's a sexy hard-bodied woman. What's wrong with having a gorgeous woman around the house; I'm always good for some eye candy. What I can't figure is why your not taking advantage of it. If I were you I'd be fucking the shit out of her. Is she too much woman for you? "

"You're talking about your mother."

"I know she's my mother. I also know she's sexy as hell." 

Mom's voice interrupted the conversation. "You packed?' She was slightly damp from a shower and was wearing a silk kimono with nothing underneath. The outline of her massive tits and nipples was clearly visible. 

"Yes."

I walked over to her, pecking her on the lips. My chest bumped her breasts. 

"We were just talking about you." 

"All good, I hope."

"All good. We were talking about what a sexy piece you are." I patted her ass. 

Dad started to say something, but Mom spoke first. "Why, thank you son." She kissed me again and faced Dad, arms on hips, legs spread, presenting herself. "Does your father agree?"

I came up from behind and lay an arm across her shoulders. "Mom, he doesn't seem to appreciate you as much as I would think most men would."

Mom picked up Dad's biggest bag. I took the next biggest. Dad grabbed a small overnight bag. "We'll walk you to the garage."

After we loaded the car, Mom told me to wait inside. I returned to the house and went out the front door, circling around to a garage window.

The driver's door was open. Dad's was standing inside the door, his back against the door frame. Mom was about an inch from him. 

"Dear, I've worked so hard to get this hard sexy body. I can see all these men, hell I can see women, staring at me, wanting to fuck me. Even our son looks at me in ways not natural. And I am so horny, I want to be fucked all the time. You're just not doing your part."

Her hand was rubbing his crotch. 

"I feel some interest down there. Maybe I can inspire you."

"Honey, I've got to get to the airport."

"Don't worry, if memory serves, this never takes you too long."

Mom freed his erection and pushed him back into the driver's seat, facing the door. Mom got on her knees, took him in her mouth, and swallowed most of his penis, pulling back until only the head was between her lips. As she bobbed up and down the movement of her cheeks showed how intensely she was working his cock. Dad's eyes were closed and his body moved in time with Mom's head. I knew the power of Mom's blow jobs. Dad wasn't going to last long. 

Then he came. "Oh, oh, oh, oh dear, uhhhh."

Mom stood, opened the kimono, and pulled his head forward, inches from her sex. "Return the favor."

In a pleading tone he said, "But dear, I've got a plane to catch."

Mom let go of his head and he sank back into the car. She towered over him. Fear was on his face.

"You can have this," gesturing to her physique, "and you're worried about a plane? Okay, honey, I'll see you when get back."

Dad turned to face the steering wheel and hit the garage door opener. I beat it back to the kitchen, but Mom was there first. As we heard the garage door shut and Dad back out of the driveway, she undid the kimono, pushed her body against mine, draped her arms over my shoulders, and gave me a deep kiss. 

"You enjoy the show?"

I was busted. "It was, interesting."

"Guess it was. You've wanted me as a fuck-mate. He's hopeless, you've got me. Fuck your Mommy. Fuck her deep, hard, and right now."

Mom dropped the kimono and placed both hands on the kitchen counter, pushing her ass into the air. I shed my robe and took my place behind her. She reached between her legs, took hold of my stiff cock, and slipped it into a very ready, very wet, cunt. She was cooing and sighing and whimpering, waiting to be fucked.

I took Mom at her word, there would be no foreplay; only a good powerful fuck. I thrust my hard-on into her; she lunged back at me with equal force. Our bodies made a sharp smacking sound as they came together. We quickly found our rhythm.

"That's the way, baby! Ram it into me! Oh, God...oooaooohh., ahhhhhh.. . good.. .SO GOOD!"

"God, I've wanted you Mom. I've longed for this day. Your pussy is so sweet, as tight and soft and wet as I've dreamed. From now on you're mine. Say it."

"God yes, I'm yours. You know how to fuck your Mommy. Fuck her hard. Fuck me. My pussy's so wet! Fuck my cunt, do it hard!" 

Mom's cunt muscles were working my cock over with such gusto that I doubted I would have been able to move it without the lubrication pouring from her. 

"God, you're tight!" I said as I continued to ream her out. "Oh yeah Mom, I need it. So fucking tight! Do you like it? That's what you wanted, isn't it? Am I fucking you hard enough, Mom? You like it? You like a big hard cock up your cunt? Was it worth waiting for?"

"Do it harder!" Mom practically screamed. She pushed away from the kitchen counter, supporting herself on her outstretched arms. "Harder. Kill me with it, stud. Oh, shit, I love your cock fucking my cunt! Mom needs your cock all the way inside her. I WANT YOUR CUM!" 

I tried to give the lady what she wanted. Holding her hips, I fucked her with all my power. She lowered her torso until her massive tits flattened against the counter. Her body was twisting and turning as I delivered wave after wave of excruciating delight. She dug her heels into the floor, her ass shimmying. My cock was reveling in the silken wet tight perfection of her cunt.

At this pace neither of us was going to last long. Mom started a now familiar pattern of deep moans, moving her hands to the wall for leverage. She rocked her body against mine with the same force as I was thrusting forward. I could feel the cum churning inside my balls. Then, as I felt myself about to explode, Mom shouted, "FUCK, CUMMING. SO FUCKING GOOD!!" Her cunt contracted hard on my cock and she pushed back, using her hips and hands with all her strength. My cock, as deep as it could ever go, bumped her womb and I came, blasting my seed into her pussy for the first time.

Only half conscious, I staggered back into a kitchen chair. Mom leaned against the counter, leaving me with a perfect view of her vagina as my cum dripped from her and crawled down her legs. I could see red marks on her hips, left by the firm grip I had on her when we fucked. After a few minutes she came over and sat on the chair facing me, her legs straddled on either side of mine, her forearms on my shoulders, my chin resting against her boobs.

"Is this what you want, your Mom as a live-in, ever available, fuck-mate? You won't need to go chasing pussy now, mine is here 24/7. However, I warn you Buster, I am a very horny woman and its been a long time since the sex has been worth a damn in this house. I may wear you out."

*  *  *  *

We moved into the master bedroom and spent the rest of the weekend fucking, sleeping, eating, and working out. On Monday we threw our jobs into the mix. That evening, our sweaty bodies tangled together after a good titty-fuck, my cum still smeared on cer chest and face, Mom surveyed the room.

"You know, I designed this part of the house and I've always loved it. You and I are moving in. In this house, at least, we're going to be unabashed lovers. Which brings us to your father. What are we going to do with him?" 

I had given that question a lot of thought and had a rather radical proposal.

"Well, you could divorce him, but he might raise the fact that you're screwing your son. We could rely on him continuing to live in denial and sleep together upstairs. However, I have a more daring idea."

"Go ahead."

"Dad's self-esteem is shot. You and I treat him like the village idiot and he just sits there and takes it. His ego is so fragile that he's protecting it by ignoring the obvious, that you've dumped him in favor of his son. He's also spending the week with Grandad. By the time he gets back from that he should be a emotional wreck. Why not break him? Break his spirit completely and mold him into something useful."

Mom sat up, brushed the hair from her eyes, and was quiet for several minutes. You could see the wheels turning. Finally she said, "It might work." 



Becoming the Alpha Male Ch. 04



It was heaven; a week of trying to satisfy a gorgeous hard-bodied uninhibited woman looking to make up for eighteen years of lackluster sex. I was sore; she was sore; but we kept at it. When not fucking, we planned Dad's subjugation. Unfortunately for me, the final plan included keeping me orgasm free for thirty-six hours, starting on Friday, the day before his return.

When Dad walked into the living room on Saturday I was sitting on the couch, his naked wife, fat tits bouncing, hair flying wildly, was straddling me while spearing herself on my cock. "Fuck me, oh yes! Fuck oh fuck, yes! Cram it deep! Shove it as deep as it'll fuckin' go in my cunt!" 

"Oh my God," were the first words out of Dad's mouth.

Mom looked at him, then at me. Her breathing ragged, she said, "Shit, it's home." She turned to Dad. "Sit down and shut up."

Still staring at us, he said, "You can't...."

Mom slid off me and, stark naked, pussy shining, tits swaying, walked unhurriedly to Dad and slapped him hard across the face, knocking him off balance. In a calm voice she said, "You don't say what I can and can't do. Now do what you're told. Sit down and shut up." When he stood there, dumb, she grabbed him by the shirt collar, dragged him across the room, and pushed him into a chair.

Dad initially just sat there, uncomprehending while Mom looked at me, sank a finger into her cunt, licked the juice off, and said, "Where were we?"

That's when Dad started to stand up. "What is going..."

Mom slowly turned to face him. Her voice reflected a barely controlled rage. Dad froze.

"What is going on is obvious. I'm fucking or, at least, I was fucking until your fat ass wandered in, our son. Randy, give me a hand. It can't seem to take direction."

When I stood Dad slumped into the chair. Mom slapped him across the face, leaving a red mark; Dad didn't raise his hands to defend himself. Instead he sat there in immobile shock when Mom and I used plastic ties to secure his arms and legs to the chair. When Dad tried to say something Mom took hold of his jaw and forced open his mouth. I pushed a small rubber ball in. Mom secured it with duct tape. 

Mom then turned into my arms. Our bodies pressed together and we shared a slow sexy French kiss. She fondled my cock, I her breasts. 

After we broke the kiss Mom said, "Dumb-ass has sort of killed the mood. He can't fuck worth a shit and he ruins it when I fucking someone who can. Why don't you and I take a shower and get some lunch."

"You know how Dad likes to watch televison." I flipped on the set.

The screen lit up to a sex tape Mom and I had made. Dad tried to look away, but couldn't help but watch. He would learn that in the years of his marriage he had never come close to doing to Mom what I did. He would watch her beg, scream, and cry through orgasm after orgasm and discover that Mom shamelessly did for me what she'd never did for him. He would listen to Mom marvel at my skills in bed and my cock while derogating him and his. It was beyond humiliating. 

After our long hot shower Mom and I walked through the living room on the way to the kitchen. I was wearing boxer shorts, Mom an apron; her hair pulled back in a pony tail. Dad was staring at the tape, his face a complete blank. We made lunch and sat on the couch to eat, while watching me fuck Mom doggie-style on what had been his bed. She howled in pleasure as I brought her a series of thundering orgasms.

When we finished our meal I turned off the television. Mom trained a video camera on Dad, who sat placidly, all struggle having deserted him.

"Smile for the camera, dear." Dad looked at it.

"Good. I belong to your son. He is my lover. He is my husband. Over the summer he took me from you. He did it right in front of you and you didn't put up a fight. Hell, you didn't even object. He knows what to do with a woman, you don't. He's the man of the house. We may let you stay, but you'll need to learn to do what you're told when you're told to do it."

I piped in. "You're not man enough for this woman. Shake your head if you agree, boy."

Dad looked at Mom, who had sunk her hand in my shorts and was caressing my cock. Almost imperceptibly, he shook his head.

Mom raised a hand as if to slap him. Eyes wide, he moved his head rapidly up and down.

"You're a pussy, a wimp, a bean-counting nothing. Mom and I rule, you serve. Any questions?"

Dad sat still.

"Your Master asked you a question."

Dad shook his head no.

Mom pulled my erect penis free from the boxers. He was staring at it. "Your son brings me off with this tool several times a day. Isn't it magnificent. So much bigger than yours and god, does he know how to use it. You know, all these years, I never came with you. In the early years I faked it; the last few years I haven't even bothered with that. I know you're probably thinking that the cow in bookkeeping you've been taping on the side likes it, but even she's bullshitting you."

Dad looked confused. 

"Of course I knew about her and of course I didn't object. The more time you spent sticking that useless thing at her, the less I had to see it. But I thought you might enjoy this."

Mom set her iPad before Dad. On it appeared an image of a woman I had met at the dealership. She was about six years older than Dad and, as Mom had said, far from attractive. 

"She was gossiping about you with a friend of mine. The quality is crude, but you'll get the meaning." 

Mom hit a button and the woman said, "He's very sweet and he treats me well, but as to sex, you can't say much. I let him come inside me and I pretend to like it, but its pretend. The entire thing it's, well, a bit yucky."

The recording ended.

"You've always been useless. Your father sees Randy as the future of the company; he prefers Randy to you but, well, who wouldn't. I talked to him and he said he'd understand if I simply tossed your ass out on the street. But Randy and I may give you a chance to make a contribution. You've failed as a man, a son, a husband, a father, a lover, and a businessman. Maybe you can be a slave."

Mom cut the ties binding Dad to the chair and ripped the duct tape from his face. Dad shuddered in pain. Spots of blood filled in the patches where the skin had been torn away. 

"Slave, on all fours."

Shaking, he fell to his hands and knees, his ugly belly swinging below him.

She kicked him. "You need to move faster than that. You shall call me Mistress. You shall call your son, my lover, Master. You will confirm that you understand all commands."

Dad said nothing. Mom kicked him.

"You stupid shit, don't you understand instructions. Do you understand your place? Do you understand how to address us?"

Dad's lips were quivering as he looked at Mom and then me. He bowed his head, looking at the floor. "I understand Mistress." 

Now Mom said something I had to be talked into. "Suck your Master's cock."

He looked up at her. There was no defiance in his eyes, they only begged for release. When he saw none was coming he crawled over to me and took hold of my penis. 

"Open your mouth and swallow it. Make sure you don't nick me with your teeth. If you do I'll kick the shit out of you," I said.

Dad worked his jaw several times and opened his mouth as wide as he could. My cockhead barely squeezed between his lips. And although I had never had any homosexual inclinations, I must admit watching my cock disappear into Dad's face was turning me on. After my erection reached the back of his mouth I took hold of his head and started fucking his face. 

"Use your tongue to bathe the underside of your Master's cock."

He mumbled what I think was a "Yes Mistress," and did as ordered. Mom sat on the couch, and kissed me, stroking my testicles. When Dad closed his eyes, Mom commanded him to keep them open.

I rammed my thing in and out of his mouth with complete disregard for his comfort. I loved watching my cock plunge into my father's face. His gagging only turned me on more. Dad's mouth was tight and warm and he frantically sucked and licked. I started to feel the jism churning in my balls.

Mom, who was monitoring my arousal, saw what was happening. When she ordered Dad to stop, he pulled up, red faced and panting, drool dripping from his mouth, eyes wide. As he watched Mom started jerking me off, tugging on my hard cock until I exploded all over his face. In the thirty-six hours since my last orgasm I had accumulated an immense load of cum. It throughly coated Dad's face and started sliding down his cheeks and chin. He squatted there, immobile. 

His break was of short-standing. "Stand up, drop your pants, and lean against the couch, ass up."

"Yes Master." Dad struggled to get his repulsive body off the floor. When he did I took my place behind him, spread his ass cheeks, and pushed my still hard cock into his asshole in one long brutal stroke. He screamed. 

Mom watched us, playing with her tits and cunt. "How is it, honey? As good as mine?"

"No ass is as good as yours Mom, but he is tight. I figured fagboy here probably has shared his asshole with a slew of other men. Is that true fagboy? Have you had other cocks up your ass?"

"Yes Master, my first year of college my roommate and I experimented."

I brutally reamed out my father's asshole, plunging my immense cock in and out as deep as it would go. Mom, who had started staring at his groin, finally said, "My god, slave likes being fucked up the ass, his little dick is getting hard." 

She grabbed his penis, stroking it.

"You like your son fucking you up the ass?"

Dad groaned, "Yes Mistress."

"You like being a slave, don't you? Its perfect for a worthless piece of shit like you."

"Yes Mistress. I'm worthless, I was born to be a slave."

"Do you want to come slave?"

"Yes Mistress, may I come please?"

"Tell us what you are?

Dad's response was interspersed with moans of sexual pleasure. "I am a slave, a piece of property, unnh, chattel born to serve my Mistress and Master. Unnnnnnhhhh. I am a worthless piece of shit. I am a faggot. A tiny dicked faggot. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. I'll be a good slave, I promise. Please let me serve you, please don't throw me out, please...."

"Come slave."

Dad emitted a sharp groan and came, his seed sliding onto Mom's hand. The combination of his tight ass and blatant submission set me off and I sprayed a load inside his asshole. When I pulled my cock out it was spotted with Dad's blood and shit.

Dad was gasping for air, slumped over the arm of the couch. Mom, was berating him. "You are quite a worthless faggot, coming while being anally raped by your own son. Maybe you have value as a slave you didn't as a man. Kneel before your Mistress."

"Yes Mistress." Dad, did so, half-falling to the floor.

Mom pulled apart her labia, exposing her clitoris. It was red and erect, poking out of its hood. "Lick until told to stop."

"Yes Mistress."

Mom pulled Dad's face tightly against her. He started lapping his tongue on Mom's sex. While he did so I played with her heavy breasts and kissed her neck and shoulders. I could tell by the way she was rocking her hips that she loved it.

"You know lover, back when slave was a man, he used to tell me eating pussy was gross. Or he would lick me a few times and say his tongue was worn out. He's licking good now, like a good little puppy dog.

She started rubbing herself hard into his face.

I took her fat tits in my hands, working them over. When she felt her orgasm approaching, Mom placed her feet on Dad's shoulders and shoved him to the floor. She turned to me. "Play with my cunt, stud." 

I twisted the nipple on a tit and pressed my thumb hard against her clit, capturing and rolling it against her body. I was unrelenting. She was breathing heavily, losing herself in the approaching orgasmic fog. She wrapped her arms around me, pulling me to her 

"FUCK FUCK OH YEAH BABY, OH BABY, OOH BABYY, MAKE MOMMY CUM!!!!!!"

I kept working her tits and pussy until she exploded and then held her as her body shook. Through her orgasm. Afterwards she leaned against me, her head on my shoulder, and gave me a big kiss. "Thank you baby, you make your Mommy feel so good." 

We sat while Mom caught her breath. Finally, she said, "I don't feel like standing up, but I gotta go to the bathroom."

"Use it." I pointed at Dad.

Dad, who had sat their dumbly watching us, fitted his face to Mom's crotch. Mom pissed. He did a workmanlike job, managing to gobble down most of the urine. Some, however, dribbled down his face and onto his shirt, body, and floor.

"Now I gotta piss." 

Without my asking, Dad placed the head of my cock in his mouth. I let out an intense stream. He gagged, but drank the golden liquid. Only a small rivulet escaped his mouth. When I was done he licked my cock, cleaning off the remnants of his pillaged asshole. 

I turned to Mom and we started to make out. After an especially long, drawn-out, sensual kiss Mom came up for air and queried, "Well, do we get rid of it or keep it?"

This was the moment of decision. What would Dad do? We got an immediate answer: Dad started crying, blubbering, shaking. As he wept, he struggled to speak. "Please let me stay. I'll be a good slave, I will serve my Mistress and Master." 

Mom looked whimsically at me, "It's crying."

"How could you have married this?"

"I was carrying you, stud, that's how. Now you've got eighteen years of awful sex to make up for." 

Mom slapped Dad hard, knocking him to his back. "Go upstairs and shower, you look like shit. We laid some clothes out for you, put those on. Then report for instructions.

"Yes Mistress." Dad got to his wobbly feet and headed upstairs.

After he climbed the stairs I turned my gaze back to my mother. As always, I was struck by her physical perfection. Her arms and legs were lean and muscular. Her ass was round and hard, seemingly immune to gravity. Her hourglass figure featured a flat stomach and a massive set of firm round tits set high on her chest. Her brown tanned skin blended into her wild brown shoulder length hair and brown eyes, all of which emphasized her dazzling white smile. She was sex incarnate, libido in motion, with a sexual drive and hunger that exceeded my own. And she was all mine.

The look on her face told me that breaking Dad had turned her on as much as it did me. And then another thought intruded. Not only was she mine to fuck at will, a voracious and always ready fuck-buddy, but she was my partner, my soul mate. She and I were united for life. Dad was only the first step in our new life together.

My face must have reflected my thoughts. Mom ran a finger across my chest.

"Are you about to go all sentimental on me?"

"I love you Mom," I said.

"I love you too, son. I am yours: body, heart, and soul. I'm yours now and forever, I'm your Mommie-slut. You helped build this," gesturing to her body, " and now you own it."

We kissed, enjoying the feel of our bodies against each other. And although we began slowly, as was inevitable with my mother, lust could not be corralled for long and soon our mouths were tearing against each other, our hands roving over each other's bodies.

After we broke the kiss, Mom leaned her forehead against my chest, her body heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

"So I take it you approve of Mommie-cunt?"

Before I could answer I heard a noise on the stairs. Dad was standing there. I don't know for how long. He was freshly scrubbed and wearing black pumps, lacy woman's underwear, and a bra. 

"Clean the urine you left on the floor. Then move your stuff to the upstairs bedroom and my property to the bedroom I will share with your wife."

"Yes Master."

As Dad headed for the kitchen, Mom got on her knees and wrapped her mouth around my cock. After throughly wetting it, she visited its length with a series of sweet sticky kisses. Dad returned from the kitchen with a wash cloth and a bucket of soapy water, got on all fours, and started to scrub, pretending to ignore his wife as she worshiped his son's cock with her mouth. 

Mom took the head back in her mouth, sliding more and more of it between her lips until five inches were steadily moving in and out. She put on a show, sucking noisily while the constant movement of her cheeks demonstrated how eager she was to suck the cum from my balls. All the time she kept a firm grip on the base of my tool, stroking me with her powerful hand. 

As she sucked she moaned, "Mmmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm," letting Dad know how much she loved the hard cock stuffed into her face. Dad weakened and occasionally glanced at us as he scrubbed the floor. Mom cupped my balls, her fingers touching and stroking my heavy testicles.

"Mom, you're incredible, a born cock-sucker."

Mom spit out my rod and licking along its length like a child with an ice cream cone, then let it bump and slide over her face. I ran my hands through her brown hair, guiding her to take the shaft back in her mouth. Her tongue flicked out, teasing the head of my tool before she sank her face over it. After it reached the entrance to her throat she slowly pulled back, letting it slide out while encased in her firmly compressed lips. She started moving her face up and down on my cock, harder and faster, grunting each time it banged into the back of her mouth. I matched my movements to hers, pushing into her hungry face. She looked up at me, her eyes needy. Ecstasy rocked though my throbbing rod. 

I locked my eyes on Mom's.

"God you're magnificent, a cock hungry slut. I love the way you eat my dick."

My cock was bumping the entrance to her throat. Mom gagged once or twice, but she soon got the reaction under control. She placed herself at my mercy as I rammed my pole into her near defenseless mouth. Still she managed to roll her tongue all over my throbbing member as it pounded her face, waiting for me to explode. 

Dad was on the floor, purportedly cleaning up the last of the urine stains, but unable to stop watching his wife at the mercy of his son's dick.

It was a mind-bending blow-job. Finally my body stiffened and the cum in my balls churned and boiled over. I pushed Mom's head onto my cock and issued a deep guttural, "FUCK, EAT IT ALL!"

It was then that I detonated inside her mouth, pumping my cum into her face, filling her with my salty hot goo. Mom captured every drop. After she sucked out the last morsel she stood, slowly, languidly, and made a show of churning my heavy cum inside her mouth, savoring the taste. She then placed her fingers on Dad's lips, opening his mouth, and bent over and let my cum drip into his mouth. He swallowed every drop.

I went to her, kissing her deeply, pulling her toned body to mine, running my hands over her hard curves and magnificent muscles. 

"God, you turn me on," I said. 

Dad, having finished the floor, walked by, carrying some of his clothes heading for the upstairs bedroom. 

I brought a hand between us and gently pinched one of her nipples. When she cooed in delight I leaned down to suck it.

"Eat Mommy's titties," she moaned.

My other hand found her shaved snatch. She was soaking wet; ready to be fucked. I inserted two fingers inside her.

"Uhhhhhh." 

I slid my fingers in and out while resting the heel of my hand just above her vagina, letting her grind her hot body against it. "Ooooohhhhh," she moaned as I continued to ram my fingers into her snatch. I moved my thumb up to her clit, which, swollen with blood, had emerged from its hood. I gave it a gentle little squeeze.

"Uhhhhnnnnn, uuuhhhh, uuuhhhhnnngggg," Mom moaned. 

Dad walked by, carrying my clothes to the master bedroom.

I backed Mom to the couch, pushing her ass into it, which let me finger fuck her with more force. She, in turn, was driving her hips into my hand. I pressed firmly against her clit, trapping it against her body, feeling it throb in response to my expert ministrations. She pulled my head from her breasts and kissed me. 




Becoming the Alpha Male Ch. 04



Mom was hot tonight. "Uhhhhnnnnn, uuuhhhh, uuuhhhhnnngggg," she groaned as her cunt repeatedly clamped down on my fingers. She was close to coming. I returned my mouth to her breasts, licking her hard nipples before pushing them back into her firm tittie-flesh with my tongue. Mom wrapped a hand around my head, shoving her massive tits into my face while pushing her clitoris into my hand. Her entire body was shaking. "So good, so good," she cooed and then, seeminglyout of nowhere, she shouted, "OMIGOD COMMINNGG." Juice poured over my hand while her body writhed in orgasmic pleasure. She let go of me, grasping the edge of the couch to steady herself. I tapped her clitoris, just enough to set off another orgasm.

"Ooohhh, ohh, ohh, ohh, uuuunnngghhhhhh," she whined, lost in the erotic delight.

I brought my hand to my mouth and licked off her juices. She was delicious. I wanted more. I dropped to my knees, staring at her musky wet cunt. I worked my tongue up and down her slit, taking on the impossible task of capturing all her flowing juices. At the same time I rammed my fingers inside her, this time pushing deeper and finding her g-spot. 

Mom gleefully cried out, "Uuuuhhhnnnn, uuunnnnhhhhggggg, uuuuuhhhhhnnnnnn." I lubricated my free hand with her juice and inserted two fingers into her anus. Mom groaned hard, shoved her cunt into my face and grabbed the top of my head. I ran my tongue along her moist sweet snatch, licking the fat gorged lips of her labia, tracing one from bottom to top, stopping short of her clit, moving across and under it to the other lip, which I slowly licked down. I loved her slippery, oozing flesh. When I completed the circumference I started nibbling along the sides of her vulva, sometimes kissing them, sometimes taking the folds into my mouth, where I bathed them with love. Eventually I came to her clit, moist and pulsating with need.

She saw me staring at her clittie. Her voice was carnal and needy: "Touch it stud, touch me there, please, please, touch me there." 

Dad walked by, moving my clothes. 

I blew a breath of air across the dew-covered jewel. Yesssss . . ." she mewled, the words all but oozing from her. I continued working her cunt with my fingers, finger fucking her slit, reaching into her as far into her as I could go. Finally, my mind intoxicated by her smell, her taste, her sweet softness, and her unrelenting sexuality, I raked my tongue across her clit. 

Mom gasped, her body flinched and stiffened. She let out a long, choking groan, arched her body, and grabbed the top of the couch. A new gush of thick cream spewed from her onto my already soaked fingers. I continued working her clit; Mom's body shook, quivered, strained. Her powerful muscles were taut as she thrust herself against my mouth. I grabbed her ass, pulling her pussy hard against me. She threw her head back and using the couch and her heels for leverage, ground her steaming hot pussy into my face.

She was a lioness. Strange, animalistic sounds were coming from her. She moved against me with all her considerable strength, shouting, "MMMMMPPPPP, OH FUUUUUUUCCCK, AAAAAaaaaaahhhhhh," as she came. Juice spewed from her orgasming cunt. She struggled to breathe, but I was unrelenting, licking and lapping, letting her ride out her orgasm on my talented tongue. When I felt her coming down I took her clit between my lips and hummed. Another orgasm sent a wave of pleasure though her sweet body.

I heard footsteps, Dad was walking through the room carrying a box of toiletries upstairs, his penis was erect. 

Mom was insatiable. "I need to be fucked. Put that big fat thing inside and fuck my brains out!"

Then, unexpectedly, she said to Dad. "Slave, your Master is going to fuck me now. I see your little pee-pee is hard. You can watch us and masturbate. You will not last long, so after you are done return to moving."

Mom turned her back and leaned into me. I bent my knees and she took hold of my cock, pulling it between her legs into her open pulsating pussy. I sild into a cunt so wet that there was no resistance. We simply held each other for awhile, taking the time to enjoy the pleasure emanating from the joining together of my cock and her cunt. In this position there was no obstruction; Dad had an unimpeded view as I took his wife. His hand flashed up and down his penis.

I flexed my muscles, making my cock jump inside her pussy. Mom employed her preternatural control of her cunt muscles to work over my cock. I took her firm breasts in my hand, making love to them. Mom rested her head on my shoulder and her words slurred, her voice laden with desire and need, said "Good god son, your cock fills me up. You've turned me into such a slut. Fuck you Mama's hot pussy."

I kissed her cheek and neck until she turned her face and I sank my tongue into her waiting mouth. Mom took my balls in her hand, coddling them, rolling them with her fingers. We we moved our hips in lazy circles, grinding our groins together, milking each other's bodies for every morsel of delight. I squeezed her heavy breasts, intermittently playing with her nipples.

Mom broke the kiss. "I love the way you fuck me."

Dad was making cooing sounds, "Oooh, oooh, oooh,ohhhh....," while fisting his penis.

I began thrusting into Mom, varying the angle of my entry by straightening and bending my legs. Mom pushed back, wrapping her arms backwards around my waist and pulling me into her as I filled her heavenly snatch. I ran a finger the length of her labia while kneading her breasts.

"I love it when you fuck me like a slut."

And then we heard Dad come, "Eeeeeeeeeeeeee." We glanced over. A few drops of cum dribbled down the side of his thing. When done he picked up the box and headed upstairs.

Mom began moving more urgently. I matched her, fucking her with increasing power. I was gliding in and out of her, her hot juices providing perfect lubrication, allowing me to ram unremittingly into her body. Mom was appreciative. "Oooohhhhhh, godddddddd, uuuuhhhhhnnnnn, fuuuucckkkkkk, uuuuuhhhhhhhhggggggnnnn," she yelped.

Dad walked by, moving my bathroom items downstairs.

"My tits, maul my fucking tits."

I took firm hold of her breasts. Mom pushed her chest into my hand, groaning, "Unnguuuhhhhnnnn, fuuuuucccckkkkk, aaahhhhhhgggggg." I squeezed them hard and then focused on the nipples, pulling and twisting them. Mom responded instantly, "UUUUUNNNNN."

Mom brought her legs closer together, increasing the tightness of her cunt. In this position she lost some of the ability to maintain her balance. To compensate I held her by the waist, which, incidentally, allowed me to penetrate her even more forcefully.

Mom leaned back into me, her hands on my ass. "Yeeessss, uuuuhhhnnnn, uuuummmm, aaaahhhhhhnnnnn." Sheer bliss flooded her body. I increased the pace. Mom shoved three fingers into her cunt while her thumb worked her clit. With her other hand she rubbed the base of my cock each time it emerged from her. I joined her in an excited low moan, "Oh god, uuuuuunnnnhhhhggggggg."

"You're fucking amazing son. God, this is how a real man fucks!"

We were no longer two bodies, but a single intertwined pleasure machine, oblivious to everything but what we were doing to each other. Our bodies slid together perfectly, the juice in her cunt and our perspiration providing all the lubrication we needed. Her fat tits were bouncing wildly up and down. She turned to me and we kissed again, but the frantic action of our bodies made it impossible to continue. The cum was churning in my balls. Her pussy started twitching on my cock.

Mom pushed down hard and released her clit, pressing her hands into her hips to maintain balance as her world exploded. "OOOOOOHHHHHH, FUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKK, CUMMMMIIIINGGGGGG, YOU FUCKKIINNGGGGG STUDDDDD." Mom's cunt clamped down on my cock with a force and power that no other women I would ever know could match and my cum erupted from my balls, flying up the length of my cock at mach speed, flooding her womb with her son's seed. 

As we rode the orgasmic crest our pace slowed and I wrapped my arms around her upper body, loving the feel of her firm tits. We took a few moments to catch our breath before staggering to the couch. Dad walked by, carrying a few of his suits. 

"Slave, two glasses of water."

"Yes Master." He appeared moments later, two large glasses of ice water on a tray. On command he cleaned my cock and Mom's cunt with his mouth. He was getting erect again. 

"The brew of your son's cum and wife's juice arouses you?"

"Yes, Mistress, it does."

Mom leaned into me, kissing me playfully on the lips.

"Imagine that, he's gotten hard three times in one night. It used to be that if he got it up once a week I was impressed. He was born to be a slave. Jack off for us again, dear, then draw our bath."

Dad, without hesitation, started to pull on his penis.

As he masturbated Mom mocked him. "You enjoy it, don't you, you love the humiliation, being cuckolded, treated as weak, puny thing, not a man. Well, that's great, because you're certainly going to get used to it. You're about to enter a lifetime of being dominated, belittled, degraded."

"Yes Mistress." Dad, frigged his pee-pee with more force until, wheezing, he came again. He then got our bath ready and while Mom and I enjoyed each other's naked wet bodies, Dad completed the move. We sent him to the bed with instructions on his morning responsibilities. 

* * * *

Our breakfast was waiting when we got up. Dad was dressed as a French maid.

I handed him a folder. "We've discarded your ugly furniture and knick-knacks, leaving only beautiful things in the house except, well, for you. There is no hope you'll ever be pretty, but at least you can be less grotesque. You're going on a diet; from now on you'll eat only our leftovers. Clean the old doggie dish in the garage, scrape our leftovers into it, and put it on the floor. That's your meal. I also prepared an exercise program for you." 

Mom took over. 

"In that folder you'll also find a Power of Attorney. It cedes control of your life to Randy and transfers your property to your son. I've scheduled a meeting with our bankers tomorrow. You will move your funds to a joint account in the names of your Master and Mistress. Your paychecks will be deposited directly into that account. I've cancelled your credit and debit cards. Today I will take you to a plus-size women's lingerie store for your new wardrobe."

"Yes, Mistress."

Holding up a bottle I said, "These are estrogen pills, a female hormone. Take one a day."

"Yes, Master."

* * * *

It was a glorious summer. I had a bottomless bank account, a servant, and a hard bodied big-titted live-in sexpot who couldn't be fucked enough. While her dress in town was somewhat more provocative, at home she pranced around in tight revealing outfits and on the weekends we often headed for nearby cities where, in skin-tight low cut mini-dresses and platform shoes with heels, she announced to the world she was a fuck machine. 

Dad gave us no trouble. He seamlessly adjusted to his slavery. He kept the house clean, pool tended, and became an accomplished cook. I often flirted with and fucked Mom in his presence. I took his asshole regularly. He was also a fair cock-sucker. I enjoyed shoving my tool down his throat, something Mom placed off-limits. Mom reported that he grew into a competent cunt-licker. 

He loved to re-watch the tape we hade made of his submission, masturbating to it until the estrogen finally rendered him impotent. He lost weight and word at the dealership was that his performance was the best it had been in years; it appears he had found some long lost discipline.



Becoming the Alpha Male Ch. 05



On a steamy hot August afternoon, after a long hard fuck, Mom told me Patricia had invited us to visit over the Labor Day holiday.

"You've been keeping up with Patricia?"

"Girl talk. I've kept her updated on you and I." Mom noticed my look of surprise.

She continued. "That day in the hot tub, she told me about her rather, diverse, sex life. Shit, I was already turned on and that didn't help. I told her how horny I was; how much I wanted some good hard fucking. She came pretty close to suggesting you: she said you had a big dick, a hard body, could go for hours, and, although inexperienced, was better at pleasing the ladies than most."

"She sort of suggested the same thing to me about you," I said.

* * * *

Mom and I told Dad about the trip a few days later. Dad had not been with his girlfriend since his enslavement. He had told her Mom was suspicious and they had to lay off for awhile. I gave Dad permission to see her while we were in Boston. 

"Thank you Master." Dad looked like he wanted to say more. Mom asked, "What's on your mind slave?"

"I want to thank you. For so many years I was frightened, always afraid I'd fail, that the world was a difficult place where I couldn't compete. You have provided me a defined place and a strict set of rules. All I need do is obey. The world feels safer. For the first time in my life I feel like I'm good at something."

* * * *

Patricia told us someone would pick us up at Logan Airport. In the concourse we spotted an attractive woman in her early 40's holding a sign with our names on it. Her dark blonde hair was pulled behind her head in a bun. She had green eyes, a narrow nose, and a full mouth on a triangular face. She wore tasteful black glasses and understated gold jewelry. Her outfit was expensive and conservative, but sexy; the blue pin stripe suit and four inch heels could not hide a tight figure and some killer legs. When we approached she leaned over and kissed Mom.

"It is so good to finally meet you." She shook my hand. "And this is the young man I've heard so much about. My name is Lauren Williams. Please come with me; someone else will get your bags."

We followed her to the priority parking. She opened the back door of a Mercedes E-Class Sedan and Mom and I got in. She drove us to a part of town with large older homes on spacious tree covered lots. After traversing a long driveway we saw our destination, a two-story brick home. Patricia, looking better than I remembered, was waiting with a woman I did not know.

Lauren opened the door for Mom and I and was instructed to take our drink orders and attend to our bags. The mystery woman then approached Mom and kissed her, quite firmly, on the lips.

"It's good to finally meet you, Sarah," Mom said.

So this was Sarah, the lady who had initiated Patricia to the world of sex. She was about ten pounds overweight, but athletic and muscular. She would look at home in a softball game or on a rugby field. Her face was round. She wore no make-up.

The ladies escorted us through the house -- it was beautiful, neatly kept, and decorated fulsomely -- to the back porch. Lauren appeared with our drinks.

After introductions and some small talk Sarah turned to me. "There are a few things you don't know. That day in the hot tub, while you were shopping, Patricia and your mother had a frank discussion about sex. Two hot horny girls in a hot tub, you can imagine what happened. They started kissing, exploring each other's bodies, and eventually brought each other off. Your Mom stayed in touch with Patricia and their subject matter was, shall we say, personal and carnal. You didn't tell Patricia about you and your Mom, but your Mom did. Your Mom also kept quizzing Patricia about her interest in woman. Patricia and I discussed it, agreed we both wanted to give your Mom all the lady-loving she could handle, and invited the two of you up."

I was quiet; she had more to say. 

"Don't be threatened. We are not trying to take your Mom from you. Considering what I have heard about you in the bedroom, that might be impossible, although," she paused, "I always bet on me. I expect you will enjoy her even more when you return home and while you're here, you'll have all the pussy you can handle.

I looked at Mom. I saw no discomfort or hesitation. I had wanted to ramp up Mom's sexuality; I had apparently succeeded beyond my own expectations. The advantages to me of Mom happily welcoming women into our sex life were obvious. I smiled, letting her know I approved.

Sarah, who understood my gesture, moved the conversation forward. "You're probably wondering how a poor graduate student like me affords digs like these."

I nodded.

Sarah looked at Lauren. "Why don't you explain."

"Yes ma'am."

"I am the chairperson of the mathematics department. Sarah is one of my grad students. I have been successful in my field, including having won the Fulkerson Prize, but mathematics is a young person's game and in the last few years my research has bogged down. As often happens I was rewarded by being kicked upstairs and named department chair.

"My problem was that I knew nothing about administration. I was complaining about the job one day when Sarah overheard me. She offered to help and quickly took over the department. While I'm its titular head, Sarah runs everything and it runs better than it has in memory. Sarah did more; she started scheduling my work, and then my life. She also provided emotional and personal support I got no where else. 

"Soon pleasing her became my paramount goal. I dressed in ways I thought she'd like. When she suggested I change my hair style, I did. When she bought me perfume for Christmas I discarded the one I had worn for years. I started to make real progress in my research and although I enjoyed the praise of my colleagues, I craved Sarah's approval. 

"At the beginning of the summer Sarah signed us up for a conference on academic administration in San Francisco. The university would only approve one attendee, but Sarah managed to work the air fares so two could fly for the price of one. We would share a room."

Sarah cleared her throat. Lauren had left something out.

"You don't need to be a genius to see Sarah prefers woman. I did not and still don't consider myself a lesbian, but I knew that if she wanted to make love to me I'd never say no.

"At the reception the first night I had a couple of glasses of wine, we went back to the room, and I became her lover. We spent the next two nights at lesbian clubs in the city. She dressed in a man's suit; I in the most lady-like garments we could find in the local thrift shops. She made a point of demonstrating her dominance of me. The first night she walked me to a central performance platform and took me from behind with a strap on-dildo. The second night, after I ate her in front of a crowd, she instructed me to eat any other women in the club who asked. I lost track of the number of pussies I buried my face in. We were invited to a lesbian orgy on our final night in the city. I was passed from woman to woman. I had dildos down my throat, in my anus, and deep inside my pussy. I came over and over. When I was at the point of exhaustion I begged Sarah to let me stop, but she just offered my pussy to the next woman who came along. 

"I slept most of the way home. On the way back from the airport Sarah offered me a choice. I could remain her lover, but only as a servant. She knew I'd agree, and I did.

"That left my husband. He was vice-chancellor of the university and a wealthy man. The university has a strict policy forbidding sex between employees and undergraduates. Patricia had just returned from her visit with you. On Sarah's instructions I described my husband's personal and sexual preferences to her. Three days later I came home to find them in bed. He was able to keep his job by swearing to the university president it would never happen again, but Sarah and Patricia had his number. Within a week I caught the two of them in bed again.

"My husband was allowed to quietly resign and take a job on the West Coast. We reached a generous property settlement which included this lovely home.

"It, and I, belong to Sarah."

Sarah took over the conversation. "Randy, your mother, Patricia, and I would like to go upstairs, leaving Lauren to entertain you. She can be quite entertaining." 

I nodded my assent and the ladies left the room. Lauren unbuttoned her suit jacket and shirt and then unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the ground. She was wearing a red corset and stockings. Her tits were good sized and nicely shaped, although not immense, and her body toned. Her hair and make-up were meticulous. She looked at my crotch and growing erection. 

"Do you want my hair up or down."

"Down." She removed the clip from her hair and shook her head. Her hair eventually settled on her neck.

"Glasses off or on?" 

"On."

She walked towards me. "You may use me however you want. But may I suggest we start with a blow job. I'm told I'm pretty good." 

She undid my belt and pushed my pants down to my knees. I sat on a chair behind me and she removed my shoes and socks and finished pulling off my pants. She took my dick in her hands, tenderly stroking its length.

"You've got a beautiful cock Randy. It's nice and big. I like them big."

Still kneeling, she licked my ball sac. She kept her eyes on me, gauging my reaction. After coating my balls with her spittle, she gave the same treatment to the shaft. When her tongue neared the crown, she wrapped her lips around it just below the head. After slathering the tip with her tongue she pulled back and kissed it, on the left, right, and then underneath. While she did so she held the shaft nearly upright, her olive eyes staring at it intently. She was in no hurry: she clearly intended to pay careful attention to my cock. 

After once more licking its length, she bent it forward and, after glancing at me to make sure I was watching, her tongue snaked out to familiarize itself with the head, licking it, exploring its folds and contours, and attacking the piss hole as if trying to get inside. She was drawing a steady stream of pre-cum and her lips, forming a perfect oval, descended over the head. She didn't immediately start sucking, but looked up at me, her eyes smiling and her face aglow with joy. She was content; sexual service had become her life. She drew in her breath to create suction, applied pressure with her lips, and bobbed her head up and down its length. She took occasional breaks from this treatment to jerk me off while rubbing the shaft against her pretty face.

As she did so she said. "I am yours this weekend. I am at your beck and call. I will comply with any desire or wish you have. Do you want to fuck me up the ass? Do you want to watch me eat your mother? Do you want to tie up and spank this naughty slut? Whatever you want Randy, you can have."

She focused on my balls, taking a testicle in her mouth. She held it on her tongue and pressed it lightly against the roof of her mouth, then lessened the pressure, then repeated. The effect was a slow massage in the wet warmth of her mouth. After spending several minutes with one testicle, she gave the same treatment to the other. I was groaning in delight. I had never experienced such an unhurried, indulgent, blow job.

After she finished with my second ball, she stood, she asked me to lay on the floor. When I did so she straddled my legs and again started licking the length of my cock, now applying maximum force. I was dripping pre-cum and she captured each drop, leaning back, her face in delight, as she let it coat her tongue. 

My cock was throbbing. "Lick my cock slut, lick it hard."

"As you wish, young master."

She took my cock deep into her mouth and held it there, while wildly, avidly, licking the head. She then pulled back until only the head was in her mouth and sank her face down until I bumped into the back of her mouth. After several repetitions she started to push her throat over the head of my penis.

I was on the verge of a pleasure even Mom denied me, a throat-fuck. At first Lauren, however, could not force me into her throat, gagging as she tried. She took my dick from her mouth and apologized, noting my cock's impressive girth. (Hint to the ladies: we love this excuse). After catching her breath she took me deep in her mouth, holding me there while licking me, building up a well of sticky sweet saliva. She then re-aligned her throat to my member and pushed. I felt a small pop as the head of my cock entered her throat. Amazingly, once I was inside, she slowly pushed her head forward, taking me down her throat in a single slow deliberate motion. I watched her neck expand as she absorbed me. Her nose was nestled in my pubic hairs.

She placed my hands on her head. She wanted me to take control.

At first I was careful, but the thrill of having this woman at my complete mercy took over and I was soon fucking her face with abandon. Her throat was tight, tighter than any mouth could be, and it pressed down on the entire length of my prong, stimulating every nerve ending it had. As I pushed in and out I felt the back of her tongue press hard against the bottom of my shaft, as if instinctively trying to push me out. The sight of her throat flexing in and out in response to my surging member and her occasional gags spurred me on. We went on-and-on, three, then five, then ten minutes. As we developed a rhythm she licked my staff as it plowed in and out of her and caressed my testicles. 

I did my best to stall my orgasm, wanting to enjoy her throay for as long as possible, but inevitably the cum started boiling in my balls. I released her head, leaned back and focused on the pleasure ricocheting through me. Lauren, who had divined the pace I enjoyed, continued to fuck her face with my cock.

The jerking of my body became more erratic as my orgasm approached. Lauren, well trained slave that she was, kept at it, never letting my cock leave her throat. My toes curled and I felt my abdomen tighten, and then I was coming, damn I was coming. "FUCK YEAH, EAT MY CUM YOU SLUT WHORE, EAT MEEEEEEE!!!" 

I exploded, shooting my seed into her stomach. I jammed myself into her face several more times and collapsed. Lauren, however, would not stop. After she let my softening penis slip from her mouth, she eagerly started nibbling and licking my inner thighs. 

Finally I took her head in my hand and turned her face towards mine. "That was extraordinary. You've got quite the talented mouth."

"Thank you, please let Mistress Sarah know I did well."

My dick, which had never fully softened, had returned to full staff. Lauren stared at it. "It's so beautiful, I can't wait until you fuck me, but Mistress Sarah wants you next. Would you mind using a dildo on me?"

"No, not at all."

She extracted a double-penetration dildo and lubricant from a cabinet, unbuttoned the bottom of her corset, exposing a shaved pussy oozing juice, coated the dildo with the oil, lay down, slid the larger of the two prongs into her vagina. The smaller head entered her anus. There was barely any resistance. When the base of the contraption rested against her bottom, she looked at me. Her eyes were glazed with lust. 

"Use these on me stud. Do it hard. Please."

I replaced her hand with my mine and started to move the tool within her. While I initially thrust straight in and out, I soon realized that she liked it best when I pushed the dildo into her with a circular motion. While she was not as powerfully built as Mom, she was in good shape and pushed her cunt and rump hard against the plastic tools, matching her motions to mine. "Good god that feels good. Fuck me stud."

I imagined her in a classroom, prim, proper, professional. "You're such a slut, ready to fuck whomever you're told to fuck. Do all those sweet innocent freshman girls in your class know what a whore you are?"

"No, no, they don't know what a slut I am. God, I'm such a slut. Fuck this slut with the plastic dick, stud. FUCK HER GOOD. FUCK HER HARD. BITE MY TITS."

I pulled down the top of her corset and viewed her breasts. They were not huge, but were nice, round, and more than a mouthful. I took a small nip at the one closest to me.

"Bite them hard, sink you teeth into them."

I took a harder bite.

"AHHHHHHH, yeah, like that, only harder. Please."

I bit down hard, leaving teeth marks. Lauren responded immediately. She arched her back and her hips jerked up and down, pushing with such power against the dual dildos that her glasses flew from her face. Her breathing was becoming increasingly heavy until the stabs of pleasure became so intense she actually forgot to breath, then had to gulp in air in large breaths. Her head fell back to the floor and her eyeballs rolled back into her head.

"GOD YES, make me your slut. Use my body."

She was close to cumming. I took a breast into my mouth, stimulating the spots where I had bitten her. Moans of pain mixed with her moans of pleasure. Then as I could see juice and foam squirting around the edge of the dildo, I took one more good hard near-ferocious bite. She squealed in pleasure-pain, thrust her hips into the air, fell back to the floor, her body shaking and writhing, screaming, "CUMMING, SO GOOD....SO GOOD. GOD, YES, FUCK. OHHHHHHH.......... AHHHHHH."

She undulated for a few more moments and then fell quiet. At first the only sound was her rapid breathing as she tried to resuscitate her spent body. But as she came to, she lovingly, affectionately, ran a finger up and down my leg. Her voice content, she said, "I'm supposed to take you upstairs now."

I reached down to help her stand on her wobbly legs. She guided me up the stairs and down A hall.

"Mistress Sarah once had a slave like your father, a person whose will she had completely broken. I remember the girl; I taught her during her first semester; she was sweet and beautiful and innocent. The university designated her and Mistress Sarah as freshmen roommates. The never stood a chance; she was a natural submissive who Mistress Sarah enslaved by October. She served Sarah for four years and then, in order to pay for grad school, Sarah sold her to one of the society ladies in town. 

"We still see her on occasion. Although she is devoted to her new owner, her heart will always belong to Mistress Sarah. I can tell."

We arrived a large white double doors in an upstairs hallway. Lauren opened the doors and I stepped in behind her.

The room had twelve foot ceilings and floor to ceiling windows, flooding the space with natural light. It was a room made for sex, whether one-on-one, an orgy, or just to watch. There were mirrors on the walls and large comfortable furniture scattered around the room, all centered around an immense circular bed. There I could see my Mom. She was on her back; Sarah was straddling her thighs. Lauren walked me over to one of the couches on which a naked Patricia lounged. I sat between them.

Mom was wearing a black strap-on dildo, maybe seven inches in length, which Sarah was holding. Patricia filled me in on the details.

"Sarah fucked your Mom from behind, doggie-style, with that thing while your Mom ate my cunt. She was great. She's a natural."

I returned my focus to the bed. Sarah was speaking.

"It's a different motion then what you're used to so I'll get on top. Let me control the cadence at first. Once we get the movement right you'll find there's a ridge on the underside of the dildo that presses on your clitoris. You'll get the hang of it in no time. Ready?"

Sarah didn't wait for an answer. She centered the black plastic cock on her vagina, and sat down, absorbing one or two inches of its thick length before relaxing and moving down again. Once she reached the bottom she took her fat tits into her hands and pulled hard on the nipples. She started to roll her hips in a lazy circle as she and Mom explored what they could do to each other.




Becoming the Alpha Male Ch. 05



"You like it Jen, you like fucking me? It feels so good baby. Your stiff hard cock feels so good in my cunt."

Mom didn't answer. Her eyes were closed. She was focused on her quim, savoring the sensations pouring into her while determining how best to fuck Sarah. She quickly got the hang of it and started to move in time with Sarah. The two woman established a rhythm and I watched the plastic cock repeatedly disappear into Sarah and the two pussies meld together. Soon both were babbling. Mom's head rolled back, her mouth was ajar, her hips rocking. I knew that look. Whatever Sarah was doing to her was working.

Sarah leaned forward and aggressively sucked Mom's tits. She then moved forward again, dragging her ample tits across Mom's body and hanging them over her face. There was no hesitation: Mom sucked one of Sarah's light brown areolas into her mouth. 

Patricia's voice interrupted the sound of the two women on the bed.

"Lauren."

Lauren knelt before Patricia and buried her face between Patricia's legs. Patricia placed one hand on Lauren's head, pulling her tight into her cunt. She took hold of my cock with the other. Drops of sweat appeared on Patricia's neck and rolled across her bosom while she humped Lauren's face in time with the bouncing bodies on the bed.

Lauren's ass was up in the air and her cunt winked open and shut while drops of juice appeared on its lips. I considered taking her from behind, but Sarah was next on my list. I turned my attention back to the women on the bed. Sarah was laying on top of Mom; both women were pushing their groins against each other; their big tits mashed together. Mom's hands were on Sarah's ass, the muscles in her arms taut as she pulled Sarah into her. Their bodies gleamed with sweat and the smell of their arousal filled the room. They locked lips, their tongues exploring as they slid their bodies against each other with increasing force. Mom broke the kiss and pulled Sarah's head into the crook of her neck. Both women were babbling and cooing in nonsense words full of sexual pleasure.

Their pace increased and soon Mom was humping wildly. The muscles of her arm and stomach tighten and she half-moaned, half-screamed, "CUMMING, OHH MY GODD, CUMMING," and let go of Sarah's ass as her hips jerked up, bouncing Sarah into the air.

Sarah joined her a heartbeat later. "ME TOO, YOU SEXY CUNT, FUCK YEAH!!!!"

I was transfixed as the two bodies shook against each other until Sarah simply collapsed on top of Mom. Both ladies then just lay there, seemingly half dead. 

I gave them no time to recover. I walked to the bed and pulled Sarah to her knees. The dildo slid from her cunt. Mom, startled awake, slowly crawfished to the head of the bed. Sarah looked over her shoulder at me. Her voice was still shaky, but her attitude undiminished. 

"Come for sloppy seconds, stud."

I responded by entering her cunt in one hard motion. There was no resistance, she was awash with pussy juice. Sarah's cunt was not as tight as Patricia's or Mom's and certainly did not boast Mom's amazing muscularity, but all-in-all, it was a fine cunt and Sarah a skilled and responsive lover. She absorbed each thrust with a contented grunt. After several minutes of hard fucking I lifted her higher off the bed, changing the angle and allowing me to push across the roof of her vagina and her g-spot. Sarah adjusted her motion to fit mine and soon our bodies were grinding against each other, pulling the maximum pleasure from our union. When I reached around to play with her clit, Sarah dropped her head to the mattress, using the position to provide her the leverage to push her hips against mine with even greater force.

""Oooooh, yeah," she gasped, "yeah, fuck meee. You're a good fuck stud. I love your fat dick. Give it to me, fuck me good."

I felt the bed shift. Mom was sliding towards us. She spread her legs in a "V," brought her crotch within inches of Sarah's head and grabbed Sarah's hair, lifting her face from the mattress. Mom rubbed the dildo, still sticky with Sarah's juice, over Sarah's face and pressed the tip to Sarah's mouth. Sarah glanced at Mom, who was staring at her intently, opened her mouth, and took the plastic cock inside. Mom started sawing it in and out. 

I had never imagined my mother face-fucking another woman. It was insanely hot. I could feel the cum in my balls churning and I picked up the pace. Sarah's cunt worked my cock, its twitching tightness expertly bathing my manhood. As I rubbed her clit I could feel it swell and her flow increase until, suddenly, Sarah rammed back into me while emitting a long groan, muffled by the dildo stuffed into her face. She, doubly penetrated, was cumming and my orgasm was but a moment behind hers as I pumped my cum into her hungry cunt. 

Afterwards the three of us lay on the bed, enjoying the rapturous feel of our bodies, gazing out the window at a beautiful sunlit afternoon. I felt the bed move. Patricia and Lauren had joined us. 

It was going to be a wonderful weekend. 

* * * *

It was a wonderful weekend. During the day I had four always-ready women to fuck. At night the four ladies visited lesbian sex clubs, where Mom and Sarah played the dominant to the submissive Lauren. Patricia, as was her wont, enjoyed playing both roles. While the ladies were out Patricia pawned me off on some sorority sisters. The first night it was identical twins of Italian descent. The second night it was the red-headed daughter of a city councilwoman and, well, her mom. 

Mom and I came to quick agreement about one thing: we wanted a Lauren.

Sarah has suggested a red-eye flight leaving Monday night. Anything that gave me a few more hours with these lusty women seemed a fine idea to me. I could always sleep at school on Tuesday. Lauren drove us to the airport. Mom and I, as we had done with Sarah over the weekend, peppered her with questions about how Sarah had nurtured her submissive nature. As we waited for the flight Mom asked if I had target in mind.

I did. 

"I have a teacher named Deborah Havre. Good looking blond. Five foot six inches with a pouty, sexy, face. Last year was her first at the school; she was fresh out of college. All the guys wanted to fuck her, but she was a newlywed starry-eyed about her husband. He was apparently a big time frat boy. She had a picture of him. He's good looking. You'd almost describe him as pretty. 

"The girls all loved her. She's a great listener and the girls think she's the perfect big sister, someone to whom they can tell her their problems.

"She's different this year. Last year she was always upbeat; this year she's a lot more subdued. While her clothes are appropriate, her skirts are shorter, heels higher, and tops tighter. She could barely stop talking about her husband last year, this year she rarely mentions him. I don't think she's getting enough attention at home and is looking for it at school. She even flirts, but only with the nerdy kids. It could be that she likes nerds, but I suspect something else, low self-esteem, like she doesn't feel worthy of anyone else, or maybe its just safety. She knows the nerdy kids won't take her up on it."

Mom listened carefully and asked a few questions. We decided to investigate.

When we boarded we noticed that the handful of passengers on the massive Boeing 767 were gathered at the front of the plane; a heavy black curtain cut off access to the back. Shortly after take-off a dark black stewardess approached us and sat down. She was in her late 20's or early 30's, and about five feet tall. Her hair was done in long corn rows. She had a long face with strong features. It was her body that was most interesting, however, she wasn't slim and she wasn't fat. Stocky is probably the right word.

"My name is Janna Smith." She looked at Mom. "I saw you at the club last night. Afterwards I asked Sarah about you."

"I recall seeing you. You're hard not to notice." 

"Thank you. Obviously, we don't run this flight for the passenger traffic; it's purpose is to move this airplane to New Orleans for an early morning flight starting there. We sell a few tickets, but it's almost always near-empty and we close off the back of the plane. My partner can handle these people. Would you two mind joining me in the back?"

Mom answered for both of us, "Not at all."

When we got to the back we found a small area made comfortable with blankets and pillows. Janna turned to face Mom. These women knew what they wanted. No words were exchanged, only a deep soulful kiss. I stood there in wonder as the lips of these powerful women worked with ever increasing fire against each other, hands running down each other's bodies. Mom started to unbutton Janna's jacket, who stepped back to give Mom better access. Jana's blouse and bra quickly followed, revealing the almost masculine body of a female body builder. Well defined muscles ran up her back and arms. Her tits, which featured beautiful small black nipples, were tiny.

Mom ran her had down the front of Janna's body and then along her arms, inspecting her. "You're quite the specimen, Janna."

Janna bowed her head. "Thank you ma'am."

"If your ancestors were built like this they must have been prized on the plantation."

I couldn't believe Mom was saying this, but Janna showed no offense. 

"I am told great grandad could do the work of any other two slaves, ma'am."

"What else were you told?"

"That when massa was away, he pleased the lady of the house all night long."

"Would you like to work in the big house, you sweet black bitch?"

"I'se would mistress."

"What can you do?"

"I'se can cook, I'se can clean, and I'se can make mistress feel real good all day long."

"I'll be the judge of that. Show mistress what a good slave you can be." 

Janna went to her knees, undid Mom's jeans, and pulled them down.

"You will need to please young master too."

Janna complied, removing my pants and taking hold of my throbbing cock.

She, at least, feigned impression with its size. "Young massa, he's got some sweet nigger blood in him, don't he ma'am?"

"Eat me you sweet black bitch."

There was no hesitation. After several long slow licks up Mom's labia, Janna buried her face in Mom's pussy, tongue fucking her. At the same time, with a grip that approached Mom's for strength, she started jacking me off. .

Mom poured it on. "The field man says you're a good worker with that powerful black body. Do you want to stay in the big house with me? Do you? If you do you better show me what a good cunt licker you are. If not, its back to the fields, you sweet ebony bitch."

Janna was unstoppable: tongue fucking, licking Mom's labia, swiping her lips and tongue over Mom's clit. While Mom tried to maintain her composure, her ante-bellum fantasy soon disintegrated into guttural moans, as her hips rocked into Janna's face. Sweat was dripping down her body and along the swell of her magnificent tits.

I decided to become a bit more pro-active. I knelt behind Janna, pushed her skirt above her waist, and pulled down her panties. Her cunt was totally devoid of hair. I slipped three fingers inside her; she was dripping wet.

I fitted my cock to her cunt and entered her. I cannot adequately describe the sensation. Even now, all these years later, I've never known a tighter, more well-muscled cunt. She and I would make love many times, but nothing matched this first time. And although the joy of Mom's cunt and anus had taught me about drawing out my own orgasm when my dick was lodged in especially tight places, I still wasn't going to last long. Janna's cunt was a velvet vise. I needed to do something to hurry her along.

I took a firm hold on her labia, pressing its lips together, trapping her clitoris within. Janna immediately responded and pushed back against me, coming close to lifting me from the floor. 

"You bitches like it hard, don't you."

"That's hows I like it young massa, HARD."

Her cunt was so tight and clamped down on me with such force that I was afraid she'd rip the skin from my dick. The only thing that saved me was her flow: she had an inexhaustible supply of sweet slippery pussy juice. I called her a slave, a whore, a slut, a sweet black bitch, and a host of incendiary phrases. My words and firm grip on her labia and clit had their effect, her moans, although muffled, were strong and constant.

We fucked hard. Sometimes sex can be gentle, but right now it was about three powerful well-cared for bodies pushing themselves to create and share pleasure. Janna had worked her body to perfection, ending up with a tight cunt and a body that could sustain the impact of a man slamming into her with the force of a linebacker and still push back just as hard. Mom had built herself into a force of nature. She was physical perfection, the type of woman to whom Janna enjoyed submitting; the kind of mistress for whom a slave-bitch loved to perform. 

I felt my balls tighten. I was about to come. 

"You got a nice tight cunt, you sweet black bitch. Ready for your master's cum. Ready to bear your master's half-breed boy, sweet nigger-cunt."

I couldn't take any more. Still working her labia hard, I blew my sperm inside her. Watching me convulse set off Mom, who pulled Janna's head into her crotch before emitting a hard yell and pouring her juice into Janna's mouth. The feel of our bodies vibrating around her pushed Janna over the edge, who let out a series of low guttural moans as her body shuddered in a powerful orgasm.

We were all laying there, awash in the joys of our orgasms when Janna asked, a smile on her face, "Am I welcome to the big house?"

"Anytime," Mom assured her. 

The two woman kissed, a sweet affectionate kiss. Then there was a fourth voice, smaller and lighter than Janna's.

"It's my turn, Janna."

I looked to the right and saw a beautiful woman of Asian descent removing her powder blue stewardess's uniform. She was as lithe and graceful as Janna was stocky and powerful.

Janna made the introductions. "Randy, Jen, this is Hu. She was with me last night at the club. We're sharing duties on the flight."

"Nice to meet you," Hu said. "Randy, you must have quite the cock. Janna doesn't let many men up there. I, on the other hand, adore a big dick and a man who knows how to use it."

As Hu disrobed Janna dressed and headed up-front. 

* * * * By the time the light came on instructing us to fasten our seat belts, Mom and Hu were in a 69, Mom on the bottom. I was fucking Hu from behind and Mom licking Hu's sweet pussy, but occasionally taking one of my testicles in her mouth or licking my cock as it emerged from Hu's snatch. At the pilot's warning that all passengers should remain seated, Mom sucked Hu's clit into her mouth and wrapped her thumb and index finger around my dick, putting intense pressure on it as it pounded Hu's tiny cunt.

Mom's touch inspired me to pick up the pace, stretching Hu's pussy and stimulating places inside her she hadn't known existed. When Mom slid a finger in Hu's asshole, Hu began shaking and pounding her ass into Mom's face. I slapped her butt twice and Hu pulled her head away from Mom's snatch, resting it on Mom's thigh while pushing her ass back into my cock and cooing, "Ohhhh, ohhhhhh, ohhhhhhh, ohhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhh." Her cunt began twitching around my cock, the pretty young woman let out a high-pitch squeal and half-muttered, "Sweetmotherofgod," as her body convulsed, her arms flopping about, her face contorting in a mask of pleasure as an orgasm flooded her body.

That's when we heard the pilot's familiar drone: "Ladies and gentlemen, we are now on our final approach into New Orleans."

Mom pulled my penis from Hu's sex, rolled Hu off of her, straddled the stewardess' face, and began fucking herself on the Hu's gentle features, using the girl's nose and chin as nubs on which to stimulate her cunt and clitoris. Mom took hold of my erection and dropped her face over it, letting half its length disappear into her mouth. I barely moved as Mom rammed her face into my cock while her tongue and cheeks bathed its length with pleasure.

Hu, recovered from her orgasm, clamped her hands on Mom's ass cheeks. Mom stopped sliding her sex across her face and started pushing her ass up and down. Mom pulled my cock from her mouth and groaned.

"Eat my cunt you sweet little bitch," she exclaimed.

Mom jerked me off while letting Hu guide the movement of her ass. Mom's eyes were glazed over and while she continued to fist my cock, her attention was focused on what this sweet Asian girl was doing between her legs.

"Unnnh, unnnnhhhhh, uuunnnnhhhhhh, uuuunnnnnhhhhhhh, uuuuuunnnnnnnhhhhhhhhh, uuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhh."

She gave my cock one last hard pull and pressed her hips into Hu's face. "OHHHHHH, YYEEAAAHHHHHH, COMMMMINNNNNNNGGGG," she screamed. I came just as she did did, spraying my load onto Mom's tits, from where it dripped to Hu's torso.

It was only then that I realized that we had landed. I looked at Mom and Hu. Hu had struggled to a sitting position and was licking gobs of my cum from Mom's tits. We cleaned ourselves as best we could, exchanged contact information -- Janna and Hu would be eschewing hotels in favor of our place on future trips to New Orleans - and deboarded. 



Becoming the Alpha Male Ch. 06



As Mom and I dragged our bodies from bed the next morning we found breakfast waiting and Dad clad in pink lingerie. We got ourselves to work and school, were reinvigorated by our evening work out and, after a good fuck, lay in bed contemplating the conquest of Deborah Havre. A little background information, we decided, would be useful.

Grandad provided me with the name of an investigator. Grandad had been treating me with new found respect over the last several months. Did he have some inkling of the changes in my household? The dealerships employed Russell Accounting, the firm where Billy, Ms. Havre's husband, worked. I instructed Dad to make some discreet inquiries about him.

By Thursday we had the information we wanted. Ms. Havre grew up in an upscale mid-western suburb, where she lived through her parents messy public divorce. Money had been scarce after that and in a community which prized conspicuous consumption, she was unable to compete. In high school and college she compensated by becoming everybody's best friend, the girl to whom the other girls brought their problems. She learned to empathize with and mold herself to the needs of those around her. 

During high school and her first few years at college she had been unattractive; heavy and indifferent to her hair, clothes, and make-up. After her junior year in college a sorority friend invited her to California for the summer to work for her dad's company. They pay was good, the work easy, and the friend stylish and a fitness fanatic. Under the influence of this woman Deborah returned for her senior year a slim, trim, well-dressed knock-out.

She immediately caught the eye of William, called Billy, Havre, the president of one of the college's prominent fraternities. He was a big man on campus. She had gone from listening to other girls describe their boyfriend problems to dating one of the school's most desirable men. When he proposed she was ecstatic.

Billy's post-college life had not gotten off to a good start. Dad's sources indicated his job was in trouble. He was still seen as a party boy and the firm's clients did not take him seriously. He was also drinking too much. Ms. Harve had thought she had found a strong and successful man who would take care of her. He turned out to be a light-weight.

Mom and I, at times consulting with Sarah and Patricia, spent the next days planing strategy. Deborah wanted a strong men she could take care of. Although unhappy, however, she was too weak, too much a people-pleaser, to cheat. She would have to be taken, to be dragged over that boundary. I knew the man for the job. 

* * * *

On Monday there was a fifteen exercise math assignment due. I approached Ms. Havre after class. My eyes boring in on her, I said "I didn't turn in the assignment."

She took the blame. "Was there a problem with it?"

I sucked her in with faint reassurance. "I assume it was fine. I had some trouble with the final two problems. Rather than turn in second rate work I decided to work them with you after class. Deborah glanced at her watch. "I told the class I couldn't stay late this week because of family car troubles. I need to catch a ride home."

"I'll drive you home."

"I think there is a rule about students and teachers riding alone together."

With my best exasperated look, I said, "Afraid you'll get a reputation as a bad girl? Don't worry, I won't tell. Call your ride and tell her to leave without you."

She paused and gave a short nervous laugh. When I didn't back down, her voice tone dropping, she said, "Okay." Although her body language was reluctant, Deborah did as instructed and texted her ride. 

She and I began to work through the problems. I had gone over both of them with Sarah and Lauren, who had armed me with enough information to confound Ms. Havre and then, eventually, show her the answers. I was, for the moment, the teacher, she the student. When we were done she thanked me.

"Since there is that no-fraternization rule, go to the green door by the parking lot side of the gym. None of the school's cameras show that area. I can pick you up there without anyone knowing."

"I can call my husband. I don't want to be any trouble."

My tone dismissive, I said, "Don't worry about him. See you in five minutes." I left the room, leaving no time for objection.

She was waiting for me. She had fixed her make-up and combed her hair. I opened the car door. She got in.

She looked around. "Nice car."

"It's Mom's convertible."

She gave me her address. When we reached the intersection at which I would turn right towards her condominium, however, I turned left. Ms. Havre started to correct me. 

"Ms. Havre, it's a gorgeous day, I've got Mom's convertible, an opportunity rarely bestowed, and a beautiful woman in it. I gonna explore the country north of town. I'm not going to waste the chance to cruise in a great car, on a lovely day, with a sexy lady."

Although initially tense, Deborah quickly loosened up. This opportunity to put her cares behind her was to good to pass up. We chatted, she was receptive to my compliments and the flask I handed her. She turned her head to the sun, enjoying its warmth on her face. We had been driving for half-an-hour. It was time to make the conversation more personal. "Enjoying the ride?"

She paused, and then, "Yes, I am. It's nice to get away from it all."

I reached over, ostensibly to straighten her hair, and ran a finger along her neck. Then I lay my hand on her arm. She looked down. She knew she shouldn't let me touch her like that, but she liked the way it felt and it seemed safe, I was focused on my driving. She did nothing. 

"Ms. Havre, I've wondered about that. Last year you were always so upbeat in class. This year you sometimes seem sad. Is everything okay?"

"Everything is," she paused, rolling the word around in her mind, "fine."

"That was not a convincing answer."

"You don't want to hear about my problems."

I pushed the role reversal. "You're always listening to everyone else's problems. Somebody should listen to you." 

And now, the next step, telling her how she felt, "And, in any case, you know you want to tell me. It's nice to have someone to talk to."

She started to talk, at first haltingly, then more freely. I sped down some hilly roads, emphasizing the feeling of freedom, and exploited the rural areas adjoining our community, removing her from familiar sights. Still, she was not going to tell me, her student, about an indifferent husband. I needed something I could interpret as a confession. 

She finally gave it to me.

"Billy goes out drinking after work. He doesn't come home until late and then he's too drunk to be much company."

I turned back towards town.

"You're kidding me, he has a woman like you at home and he'd rather me in a bar?"

"Yeah, he doesn't seem as interested in me as used to be."

"If you were waiting for me at home after work, I don't think I'd be hanging with the dudes. Hell, I'd tie you to the bed in the morning so no time would be wasted when I got home. Shit, look at you. A man with a woman like you should take you every night, all night."

She looked at me and started fiddling with her hair, internalizing the image of being tied to her bed, of being ravished by a man so insatiable for her, so in lust, that he couldn't get enough; a man who would always make sure he had his way with her. She shifted in her seat. She was distracted, her mind balanced between discomfort and fascination with her thoughts. Then she remembered she should object. "Thank you, but I'm not sure you should be talking to me like that."

"Hell, I know I shouldn't. What is about to happen shouldn't either, but it will. I'm going to slip my right hand down your skirt. You will tell me not to, but you will slide your legs apart anyway."

I reached over, placed my hand on her leg, and reached under her skirt, pulling the hem of her panties aside.

Deborah protested. "You can't do this. You've got to stop."

"You're right, I shouldn't do it, but I certainly can do it. I want to do it. You want me to do it. Everyone thinks you're sweet and innocent. But I know the truth. I know what you're really like, I know about your dirty, naughty thoughts. But you're right. Tell me not to do it; tell me to stop. It's important that you not give in easily, it's important that you try to maintain appropriate boundaries. In fact, it turns you on more to know I'm doing the forbidden despite your effort to stop me."

My index finger found her vagina. It was wet. 

"But you will surrender. It's futile to resist. Tell me to stop."

"Stop."

I ran my index finger along the length of her labia. It moistened and quivered, surrendering to my touch.

"Didn't work, try it again."

This time, her voice weaker, the words drawn out, "Please, stop."

I didn't. "You were born to please a man. Your beauty didn't come naturally, I know how hard you worked at it, and then you gave it to a man who failed you. You want to offer it again, but you're not strong enough. You're not strong enough to break the rules that say a wife is loyal to her husband or a teacher can't submit to her student, but I'm strong enough."

By now her vaginal flow was intense and I had two fingers pumping in and out of her cunt. She was issuing soft groans and when my thumb found her clitoris, she jumped.

"Tell me to stop again."

Her voice soft, laden with lust and need: "Please stop." She closed her eyes and moaned.

We pulled into the parking lot behind her condominium complex. When I hit a traffic bump her eyes popped open; she saw where she was. This was not a safe place; it was a dangerous place. Half consciously, she started humping her hips into my fingers. I pulled into a spot at the back of the lot.

"You said stop, but I don't believe you and you don't believe you. We both know how good it feels to submit, to let me take control. A man who knows what to do with a beautiful woman, that's what you want. You want to be fucked all night long by a man who's stronger than you. A man who will use your body to please himself. To him you're just nothing but something to fuck and relieve the burning need inside his cock. Think about it, think about how he takes you, he cares only about himself, and it makes you crazy with lust."

Deborah's eyes were shut and his mouth ajar, breathing in short gasps. "Unnh, unnnnnh. Uuunnnnhhhhh."

"A man who never asks what you like or what you want, who fucks you like he just got out of prison and you're the first piece of ass he's seen. He's not just fucking your body, he's found the core of your being, making you let go of all the inhibitions, finding the part of you that is pure lust, that has no boundaries. The part that's a whore, that's a slut, that just wants to be fucked."

Deborah's pussy was contracting around my fingers. "Unnnhhh, uunhhnnnnhhhhh. Uuuuuunnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhh."

"The kind of man who doesn't wait for the bedroom, who fucks you against the door. Who pins you to the wall and enters you. He doesn't wait for you to undress, he rips the clothes from your body. He's not interested in foreplay, he licks your face, claws at your tits, treats you like a piece of meat, and knows your cunt is ready. Your body is covered in sweat and drool, your sole purpose is to get him off."

Debbie pressed her hands against the seat, rocking her cunt against my pistoning fingers . She was panting and moaning and spit ran from the corner of her mouth. She was going to explode soon. Her vagina contracted around my finger; her eyes rolled back in her head. I had succeeded beyond expectations. She was ready to cum. It was time to reinforce my message.

"You want to come don't you? Try begging, beg me to stop Then when you know you've done your best, that you're powerless, then you can come. Beg me to leave your slutty pussy alone."

I increased the pressure on her clitoris. Her body shaking with need, she said, "Stop, please, please stop. Please, please, I beg you, pleaseeee...., I'm not a bad girl, I'm a good girl, I really am. Shit, no, feels so good, no unnnhhhhh, uuunnnnnhhhhhh, FUCK, FUCK, OH MY GOD, FUCK. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, OHHHHHHHH, COMMMMMING, PLEASE GOD! COMMMMINNNNGGGGGG!!!!"

She jerked like a fish out of water, pouring juice on my hand. I expertly brought her to a series of follow-up orgasms until, finally, she could come no more. She was leaning back, eyes closed, a hand laying across her exposed cunt, her breathing slow and deep. I held my hand to her mouth. She knew what I wanted. She cleaned it with her tongue. 

Still mired in a post-orgasmic haze, the ability to resist gone, I instructed her. "You've tried to be a good girl, but its no use. Now you've begun a transformation, you're going to my bad little girl. Tomorrow wear the short black skirt you wore last Tuesday. Did you have on 2 ½ inch pumps that day?"

Although she was having trouble focusing, but after a few seconds, nodded her head.

"Tomorrow wear three inch heels. Let's see how those look." 

I retrieved a bag from the backseat. "You will also wear these."

She looked inside the bag, the joy cascading through her body still interfering with her ability to focus.

"They're garters and stockings. My girls wear garters and stockings."

She looked at me, her eyes shining. She nodded.

"Get to school early, unlock your classroom door, leave a copy of the key on your desk, and go to the teachers' lounge. When you return to your classroom you'll find my instructions."

She listened, but was still thinking about sex. She looked at my crotch and then at me. Raising an eyebrow, her hand rubbing my thigh, she asked, "Do you want me to?"

"No, you've not proven your worth." 

She took the shopping bag and, legs wobbly, got out of the car.

* * * *

I shared my success with Mom during our evening work-out. Afterwards we celebrated with a vigorous fuck. Mom then summoned Dad to the bedroom. He was wearing a red teddy and four inch heels. Dad had lost about fifteen pounds and, as the result of his daily work-outs, was developing some musculature. His daily dose of estrogen had caused his penis to shrink and there was definite feminization of the hips and breasts.

"Slave." 

"Yes, Mistress."

"Your inquiry of Russell Accounting was useful. We have a reward for you."

Mom flipped on the television. There appeared Dad's girlfriend; the voices indicated the recording was made by the same person who had made the first recording. Mom turned up the sound.

"He hadn't been around for awhile. He says his wife was suspicious and keeping an eye on him. God, have you seen her lately? Damn she looks good. I can't figure what she sees in him. Well, in any case, she went out-of-town last weekend and we got together. He's different. He was never particularly manly, but now he's closer to a best girl-friend than a lover. But what's amazing is his pussy eating. Over the weekend he didn't show any interest in coming himself, but was eager to eat me and he's great at it! In the years we've been together he never made me come; but suddenly he was doing it three or four times a day. I'm not sure what his wife's done to him, but I'm all for it."

Mom switched off the recording. Dad beamed. "Thank you Mistress."

Dad left to clean the kitchen and Mom and I started planning for the next day. Assuming she didn't call in sick, Deborah would make a bid for independence. It would be a plea for reasonableness, not an assertion of power. It would be in a public place; she would not want to face me in private. It was, in short, a prime opportunity to assert my dominance. Before that confrontation, however, I would launch a pre-emptive strike, subverting her status as teacher. 

* * * *

When I arrived in school the next morning I found her classroom unlocked and a key waiting for me in an envelope. I pocketed it and left the following instructions:

Tell the class its performance on the final two questions on last week's homework was poor, that you and I discussed them after class, and then worked them on the board. Invite me up to do so again. While in front of the class display no reaction to what I do.

Deborah, like most of the teachers, went to the teachers' lounge after the first period. I positioned myself outside her classroom and approached her from behind. 

"Ms. Favre."

Startled, she stopped and turned around. She was flustered; her lips pressed together; she was not prepared to confront me first thing in the morning.

"Yes, Mr. Nicholas."

"You dressed as instructed. You look good." Half consciously, a grin spread across her face. She nodded. "Thank you."

I kept my gaze locked on her. She futilely tried to hold my stare, but kept looking away. She ran her fingers through her blonde hair, afraid of what I would say, thinking it would be about the evening before.

It was not. "The assignment I did not hand in Monday. I checked the work. It was correct. Enter an 'A' in your grade book."

She laughed, nervous. "Well, I mean, it's just that...."

Her voice broke off. I didn't help her; my stare was unyielding. She fidgeted and then extended her arms towards me, palms up, trying to find the words to go on. And then, when she did, as she began to speak, I interrupted her.

"It's just that you're not supposed to. Is that it?"

"Well..., yes."

"Sweet girl, I, not you, determine what you should do. And, in any case, as you learned yesterday, I'm much more interested in what you're not supposed to do."

Her voice was halting. "About that, I need to talk to you," she stumbled momentarily, and then quickly added, "but not in the classroom."

"Excellent, you're acknowledging you're too weak to face me in private. You already understand I'm in charge. Soon the desire to serve me will consume you. There is brown reading table on the left side of the library, towards the back of the atrium. It's big enough for two. I'll be waiting at lunch."

* * * *

The table was in the corner of the room and out of anyone's sight line. People would see a teacher talking to a student, but no one would have reason to stare. It also had sides; no one could see under it.

I was reviewing notes on my computer when Deborah approached. I pulled a chair out for her and sat across the table. She was nervous, already fussing with her hair and hands, looking away. She didn't want to confront me. She would try to blame herself. I would let her.

"Randy, yesterday was my fault. I shouldn't have let it happen."

"You're such a pretty girl, but a little slow. You had nothing to do with it. Yesterday happened because I wanted it to happen. I brought you off because I wanted to and, if you're honest with yourself, you'll acknowledge that you wanted it. Are you trying to say you should have said no to me?"

She hesitated, and then, "Yes, I mean, I should have stopped you."

"But the problem is that you didn't want to say no, you didn't want me to stop. Ms. Havre, you're designed to serve a man. What you married doesn't fit the bill. He doesn't know what you are and he's a clear sign you don't understand what you are or what you need. I do. It doesn't matter if you say no to me. I will still have you. You can say no all you want, but we both know you wouldn't mean it and, even if you did, it would make no difference, I will still have you."

She was a bit stunned. This was not going as planned. I shifted my position. 

"Last night, after I left, I know you masturbated while fantasizing about sucking my cock, opening your legs to me, feeling by fat dick in your sweet twat. I have a question: did you do all this while your husband was awake or did you wait for him to go to sleep?"

"Don't talk like that here."

"Was it before he went to sleep?"

"It's none of your business.

"My sexy teacher is jerking off dreaming of my big dick, and it's none of my business? You can do better than that; you're supposed to be smart. Answer my question."




Becoming the Alpha Male Ch. 06



She looked for the strength to defy me, but it was not there. "I told him I was going to the supermarket and did it in the car." She visibly gathered her strength, "But it ends there." 

"You couldn't even wait til he fell asleep? You are a submissive little bitch. Sweet girl, it ends when I say it ends. When you were sliding your fingers into your hot cunt, wishing it was me, was I your dream lover, a lover who fulfilled your need to let a man take control of you, to turn your body into his plaything? Did you beg me to fuck you? Did my dick completely fill you?"

"Look, I didn't come to talk about this."

"Actually, you did, or you wouldn't have asked to see me. You would have called the police and reported a sexual assault. Now answer my question."

She tried to out stare me, but it didn't take long for her eyes to drift down. "Yes, some."

"And in your fantasies, did you enjoy submitting to me?"

She looked down. She nodded her head. Her face flushed. "Yes." 

"When you played with your pussy did you come over and over again?" "Yes."

"You're aroused now, aren't you? You can feel blood pouring into your tits, your twat, you can feel them swelling with need. Juice is leaking from you."

"Please don't talk like that here."

"I'll take that as a yes. Take a second, focus on your pussy, think about how much it craves my attention, how much it wants my fat dick."

The fight had left her. Her mind drifted to the burning place between her legs. She let out a quiet whimper and her eyes glazed. She ran her tongue over her lips.

"I'm going to slip my foot between your legs."

"Not here," is what she said, but she did not move. My toes were on her panties, rubbing up and down. I was not going to bring her off, but here, in the library, in the center of the school, surrounded by hundreds of people, I effortlessly exerted my dominance over her.

"I'll stop if you tell me and," my voice tone scolding as if talking to a child, "you must be honest, that you're not aroused, that your cunt's not dripping wet."

She couldn't meet my stare. Her hands were flat on the table. She pushed against my foot. 

"Text your friend. Let her know you won't need a ride home tonight."

She took her cell phone from her purse and, hands shaking, did as she was told. I ran by big toe up and down her slit. Her cunt quivered at my touch.

"Reach under the table and take my foot in your hand. Rub your cunt with it."

She looked around and did as instructed. Her face was flush and her breathing increasingly ragged. She began cooing softly. It would soon become obvious to anyone near us what was happening. 

I got up from the table. "Follow me."

I left the library and she, struggling to keep up, followed me. I took her to the teacher's bathroom.

"Go inside, bring yourself off, remove your panties, and bring them to me."

She did not object, but a look of concern flashed across her face.

"Don't worry, I'll stand guard."

She was not in the bathroom for long when I heard her muffled groans as she came. When she returned she handed me her panties. They were black, lacy, and very sexy. 

"When you came how did you imagine I was fucking you?"

She looked at me, her eyes flashing in delight. "You were fucking me from behind."

"Be careful not to flash anyone other than me. And remember what you were told, don't react to anything I do in front of the class."

* * * *

When I walked into Deborah's class, the last of the day, she was reviewing the note I had left for her that morning. The classroom was a former biology lab and featured a four foot high work bench that ran the width of the room; the students could only see someone standing behind it from the chest up. At her invitation I joined Deborah at the front of the room and while she explained to the class that I would demonstrate the problems from last week's assignment, I stood to her side, cupped her firm ass, and slowly pulled up her skirt. I ran my fingers along her garters, hooking a finger in the top of a stocking while stroking her naked ass. She swayed -- the movement too slight to be noticed by the class -- in time with my fingers.

At her invitation I worked the problems. I had reviewed my notes of my conversations with Lauren and Sarah immediately before class and displayed a mastery of the subject. I then sat next to Deborah to explain what I had done. As I did I passed her a note.

"Show me your pussy."

When she hesitated I placed a hand on her knee and ran it up her leg. She glanced around and lifted her skirt, displaying her sex to me. When it was her turn to address the class I turned to face her, checking her groin with my peripheral vision. She was swollen and wet, I could see the light reflect from the juice infiltrating her pubes. 

I answered a question and passed her another note. 

"Touch yourself."

This time there was no hesitation. She reached down and, slowly, carefully, slipped an index finger inside herself. Her wet pussy sucked it inside. She let out a low sigh and her face flushed. She glanced at my crotch. She started to move her finger in and out. Her eyes were glassy; she had lost track of what I was saying.

I passed her a third note: "Take you finger from your cunt, lick the juices off, put your skirt back in place, and ask for any last questions."

She slowly, dreamily, removed her finger from her cunt and slipped the wet finger into her mouth, trying to cover the action with her hand. When she was done she asked for questions. It was the last class of the day. There were no more questions. 

As the class filed out, I turned to her. "Pretend all you want, but you belong to me. I'll see you in thirty minutes where I picked you up yesterday."

When I pulled up she was waiting. She had fixed her hair and make-up and straightened her clothes. She got in, but said nothing. I turned north of the school and in a quarter of a mile drove onto an old dirt road that ran into the woods, stopping at a small clearing. From here we could see the school and hear the traffic on the road. I told her to pay on the hood of the car, pushed aside her short skirt, inserted a dildo slightly smaller that my cock into a pussy dripping with need, slid a finger into her asshole, and started eating her. After an hour her body was so spent and wracked by repeated orgasms that even I couldn't ring another from her.

As I drove her home she repeatedly reached for my cock only to be rebuffed with a "not yet." I instructed her on what to wear the following day: an equally short skirt, slightly higher and more provocative shoes, a thong and, of course, garters. Her nails would be polished a sexy red. 

Mom and I celebrated that night by doing a sandwich with Dad. He ate her pussy while I took him anally. After we both came Mom donned a dildo and we switched places. 

* * * *

The following day, using the classroom key she had provided, I left this note:

The teacher John Johnson thinks your hot. Go to him, tell him you left your password at home, and you need to access the school's computer. He will volunteer to let you use his code. When he does stand close enough -- he'll dig that -- to see his code. At lunch lock your door and remain in your classroom.

At lunch I used my key to enter the classroom. Deborah was waiting. 

"Pull up your dress."

She was wearing garters and a thong; she had dressed as instructed. 

Her computer was on her desk. She handed me Mr. Johnson's security code. I entered it and was in the school's system. I checked. She had entered an "A" for the homework I had not turned in Monday. 

"Scroll over to Mr. Johnson's grades."

She did as ordered. We found the grades for the year's first test. I had scored an "89." I ordered her to change it to a "97." She looked at me, said nothing, and complied.

"Good girl, its time for your reward." 

I opened two windows, dropped my pants, and sat in her chair. The sound of the schoolyard filled the room. Deborah knelt and took me in her mouth. I had her take her time, treating her as a novice, alternating vigorous thrusts into her mouth with instructions to lick my cock's length and pay special attention to its sensitive head. I made sure to maintain eye contact. I considered blowing my load onto her face, but unsure of how to explain the dried cum to the class, I emptied my balls in her mouth. She then brought herself off. 

Coach wanted to meet with the team captains after school. I let her drive home with her friend, but left her with simple instructions for the following day: leave a key to her condominium on her desk and return home immediately after school. I let her choose her own clothes.

* * * *

On Thursday, other than picking up the condo key, I did not interact with Deborah, playing on her self-doubt, stoking her insecurities, letting her dwell on her inadequacies. She would wonder if she was good enough. Was her blow-job not up to standards? Had I used her only to get access to the school's computer? What else must she do to be worthy of servitude? 

As expected, although I had allowed her to choose her own clothing, her blouse showed a hint of cleavage and left no question as to her ample endowment, her skirt was short and she wore black boots with narrow heels which complemented her legs. Her nails and make-up were perfect. During lunch, as nonchalantly as she could manage, she prowled the school yard, looking for me. During class she kept trying to catch my eye. When she called on me, my responses were polite, but left no room for follow-up. After class she tried to get my attention, but I ignored her, leaving the room with the prettiest girl in the class.

Thus, when she arrived home thirty minutes later she was surprised to find me sitting on her sofa.

"Strip." 

Without a word the clothes dropped from her exquisite body. Her tits blushed and nipples hardened; her clitoris swelled; her pussy juiced up. 

I gestured to two short ropes, each with noose on the end. 

"Tie those to your feet."

She did. 

When she stood back up, legs trembling, I headed for her bedroom. Wordlessly, she followed.

"Tie your legs to the bed."

She sat on the bed, securing her legs to the bed posts. 

I sat next to her and tied one arm to a bedpost. Debbie dutifully extended her free arm, which I fastened to the other post. Her eyes were half-closed, lips parted, breathing slow and deep. A trickle of pussy juice ran down her thigh.

"You like being tied to the bed. You like being helpless. Do you know why? It's because you're too weak and fearful to acknowledge what you are and what you want to be. You're a sex-toy. But you can't accept that. That's why you married your pretty boy, because you knew he'd never show you the truth. And that's why your cunt is on fire now, because you know I will. Your sole mission is to please me. To devote yourself to me. From now on your life will be pleasing me. You know you want to suck your strong man's cock. You know you can never tell him no. In fact when you think about it, you never even tried. Tell me I'm wrong. If you do I will untie you, leave, and we will never talk of these things again."

There was no resistance. Instead her eyes brimming with tears, she cried out, "Please, please don't leave." And, for the first time since she and I had started our dance, she held my stare.

"A week ago you were in charge, now I've tied you to your own bed. Hell, you tied yourself. God, that makes my dick hard." 

I undressed and sat back on the bed, running my hand up her leg.

"I like breaking forbidden women."

I entered her with my thumb. She pushed her hips up, "Ehhhhhh." 

She was soaking wet. I worked her cunt until her juice covered her legs and flowed into the crack of her ass. I forced a finger into her asshole. She was nice and tight back there, probably a virgin. She started writhing on the bed, emitting an insane cacophony of grunts and groans. It was time. I straddled and entered her, reaching her deepest recesses in one long motion. She pushed her hips up as my fat dick descended into her. She was eager to be fucked; she was craving my cock.

"God, your tight Debbie, you make my dick feel so good. I'm going to fuck you deep and hard. I'm going to fuck my teacher-cunt. My sweet teacher has such sweet pussy. How does it feel, baby, to give that sweet teacher pussy to a student. What would the principal say? What would the school board say?"

"Don't care....., fuck me, fuck me." "But its so wrong to let a student tie you up and fuck you."

"Don't care, FUCK ME, PLEASE."

I was giving her the good hard fuck she needed. Her pussy was delightfully tight. Whatever her husband was packing was not properly stretching her; pretty-boy did not have my equipment.

And, as I fucked her body, I fucked with her mind. "You've pretended all you life to be good, but you're a bad, bad girl, aren't you? I'm going to fuck you deep and hard, fuck you like the hot little cunt you are, fuck you like you've always wanted to be fucked. You love giving your sweet teacher-cunt to one of your students, you nasty naughty slut."

"I am a naughty slut, fuck the teacher-slut, fuck her, please fuck her, fuck the teacher-cunt!"

I buried my face in her neck, savoring the mix of her sweat and lust. I brought my mouth to her ear and whispered.

"Everyone thinks you're this sweet, innocent girl. But I know the truth. I know you used to be a little fat girl. I know how hard you worked for this hot little body. But you're afraid to use it. I'm not. I am going to dress you up and show it off, display you in slut clothes with slut hair, nails, and make-up. I know what you're really like, I know about your dirty, nasty, naughty thoughts. I know you have them all the time."

Her voice filled the room. "I am a nasty slut. I AM A NASTY SLUT. IT'S ALL I EVER WANTED TO BE. FUCK ME, GODDAMN, CUMMING, FUCK THE TEACHER-SLUT. OH GOD. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH."

Her body jerked under mine as she was consumed by her orgasm. It was a struggle, but I did not blow my load into her twitching tight cunt. Instead I pulled out and lay next to her, my dick still hard, and ran my hands along her inner thighs and the sides of her body. She stared at my cock, "God, its magnificent," she purred.

I turned my attention to her breasts. She mewled like a contented cat as I caressed them. Her pretty red nipples stood at attention.

"You're such a bad little girl, letting yourself be tied up like this. We shouldn't be doing this... this is so bad. But you're such a submissive little slut, one just can't resist."

I focused my attention on one of her hard nipples, taking it between my fingers and increasing the pressure until she winced in pain. Her cunt heated up, her flow increased, and the scent of her arousal intensified.

I took the nipple of her other tit between my fingers, repeating the treatment.

"You have no control. I can do whatever I want with you, you're at my mercy."

Instead of trying to escape she pushed her chest into my hand, offering me her tits. Her head rolled back and lips parted. Drops of saliva bubbled in the corners of her mouth. I increased the pressure, but she didn't whimper in pain; she moaned like a bitch-dog in heat. No matter what I did her body craved it. I rolled between her legs and shoved my cock into her soaking vagina, pinning her to the bed.

"I'm fucking you now. You cannot control what's happening. You're just a cunt being fucked hard. And you like being fucked hard, don't you cunt? You're panting like a crazed whore. You have no secrets from me; I knew you were a slave-slut before you did. Say what's on your mind, surrender yourself to me... surrender your mind, your body. Your body is mine. Your pussy is mine. You're my naughty girl, my sex doll. I own your pussy. The only reason you exist is to take MY dick deep inside your pussy."

Sweat was pouring from her as she pushed up against me, slamming her hips into mine each time I thrust into her. She pulled hard on the ropes tying her to the bed, savoring her own helplessness. 

"I belong to you, yesss, I am a cunt that belongs to you."

"From now on you'll do what I tell you, my naughty little girl. That's what you want. You want to obey. The thought is making you hot, you're on fire, aren't you, you little cunt, that's what you want, to obey, to mold yourself to my will, to become my cunt."

"Yes, oh god yes, I'm you cunt, YES!"

"Fuck who I order you to fuck, fuck where I tell you to fuck, suck who I order you to suck, dress as I order you to dress."

"I am your doll, your toy, your fuck-slave."

"Who is your master?"

"You are, master, my lord, my king, my daddy, yes big daddy. Fill me up, fill me with your cum, oh daddy, fuck my tight cunt, fuck your baby girl! Make me scream with that big dick of yours! Faster! Deeper! Harder! FUCK ME, PLEASE MASTER, FUCK SHIT FUCK, EYAHHHHH, AHHHHHH."

As a mind-blowing, body-thrashing, pussy-numbing climax possessed her body I made no effort to hold back, pushing her hips deep into the bed while I spilled my cum inside her cunt. After her shaking body finally came to rest, she murmured softly, over and over, "Thank you master, thank you, I've never felt this good. My toes and fingers are tingling. I love you master, I love you master. I belong to you. I'll be such a good slave. I'm your cunt...." And so she continued, babbling on, reiterating her devotion until her voice grew weak and she faded into a deep sleep.

After I got out of the shower I checked the clock; her husband would be home in thirty minutes. I untied her and placed an ice cube between her tits, which were rising and falling in time with her slow breathing. She awoke with a start and glanced around the room, disoriented.

"Master, did I fall asleep? I don't remember."

"Yes my pet."

She looked at her hands and feet. "You untied me?" She stretched. " Master, my body has never felt this good. Oh, I need to tell you, I was having the most delicious dream. You were fucking me hard in front of the entire class. Everyone knew I was your whore. After you were done with me you were going to let all the boys fuck me while the girls sucked you off." Her eyes drifted down to my cock. "Do your want your slut to suck you off now?"

"Not now. Your husband will be home in twenty-five minutes. Break down the bed. Put the sheets and blankets in the washing machine. Give your face a quick cleaning and apply light make up. Do not bathe or shower. Your husband will be horny and feeling guilty. He'll want sex. Tell him you'll suck his cock, but only after he eats you. After you're sure he has sucked every drop of my cum from your cunt, tell him he is just not doing it for you tonight and suck him off. After he comes make sure you spit out his seed so he notices; no swallowing. Tomorrow at school wear garters, no panties, a short skirt, four inch heels, and a sweater that shows off your tits."

She did not question me or ask how I knew her husband's schedule or intentions. Instead, with a happy, "Yes Master," she scurried to her chores.

* * * *

My knowledge of her husband's schedule was due to Amy. After Mom and I decided to capture Debbie Havre, we discussed our plan with Patricia and Sarah. Patricia suggested her friend, Amy Weinberger. Amy stood four feet eleven inches tall, weighed about ninety pounds, and was cute as a button. She had long straight black hair, a dark attractive face, and a slender almost boy-like body with a pair of firm cup-cake size tits. She was nineteen, a college freshman. She was smart and sophisticated and often passed for a woman several years older. With her tiny body and smarts, she could also pass for someone much younger. 

Mom and I spent a good part of a day discussing our plan with Amy. Well, to be honest, the three of us spent most of the day screwing, but we talked some. Through Dad's connections we acquired a forged learner's permit that showed Amy's age to be a few month's shy of sixteen. On Wednesday night she was at the bar where Debbie's husband had a few beers after work. She flirted with him and said she'd be there the next night.




Becoming the Alpha Male Ch. 06



As expected, he showed up. They flirted some more and he suggested a date. Amy seemed interested, but said she wasn't sure, asking if he'd ever had cheated on his wife before. By the time he got home that night he was both guilt-ridden and horny. When he was unable to bring his wife off he was happy to find she was still willing to give him a blow job. He didn't object when she refused to swallow.

* * * *

Before classes the next morning Debbie related the events of the evening before. Watching her husband swallow my cum aroused her, but, per instructions, she did not orgasm. She displayed no interest in how I knew what would happen; she had integrated my omniscience into her personality.

She lifted her skirt to show her bare cunt. She had not worn panties. The homecoming football game was that evening. I instructed her to tell her husband that teachers were expected to attend the game, but he didn't have to go.

I went on. "Coach is against it, but I like a good hard fuck before a game. Meet me in the utility closet on the parking lot side of the gym after the rally."

In the fifteen minutes before classes began I fucked her sweet horny face.

* * * *

Debbie was waiting for me after the rally, her eyes ablaze with need. I could make out her erect nipples through the sweater; she had removed her bra. I shoved her into the janitor's closet.

She reached down for my cock, rubbing its outline through my pants. "Your slut is ready, Master."

I pushed her over the sink, hard. She wrinkled her nose.

"You don't like the smell?"

"No Master, it stinks in here."

Her's was a normal reaction, it did stink. She had to learn, however, that her normal reactions did not matter, only service mattered. My voice cold, distant, and controlling, I said, "Your place is to serve. You should be celebrating the opportunity to serve me, not worrying about the smell. I thought there was hope for you. Maybe I was wrong."

"No Master, please, I'm sorry."

After a short pause, as if I was considering her fate, I pulled up her skirt and smartly slapped her left butt cheek with my open hand, the sound echoing in the tiny concrete room. I slapped her other cheek with equal force. Her cheeks reddened.

"Debbie, there are plenty of woman who can take you place. I selected you because I saw in you a woman who needs to serve. If you're not up to the task, I can give you back to your husband."

Genuine panic flooded her voice. "Please Master, don't send me back. I promise to be better, I want to be yours, please don't send me back."

"Are you ready for your punishment?"

"Yes Master, please, please punish me."

I continued her spanking, harder, but not hard enough to injure. Debbie, eager to signal her compliance, bent her spine and pushed her ass up towards my hand with each blow, at first anticipating and soon savoring the repeated impacts, her moans merging with the sound of her spanking in the tiny room. When I dropped my drawers and stood behind her, she reached between her legs, and pulled my cock into a wet pussy.

I grabbed her hips and started thrusting vigorously.

"Play with your clittie, slut."

Debbie reached for her magic button, massaging it with her left hand. There was no concern about lubrication, her cunt was a swamp of pussy juice.

"You have such a tight cunt slut. Your husband must have quite the teeny dick."

"Oh yes Master, its not like your big dick. I love your giant cock, it fills my slut-pussy so good. Fill me up with your giant cock Master, pour your seed into me, split your teacher-slut in two."

As the language of her submission flowed from her she heated up, growing increasingly more excited. She was soon a geyser ready to explode. The muscles of her cunt started twitching and her voice slurred with desire. "Fill me up, daddy, fuck my tight cunt! Oh, god Master, listen to me, I'm such a slut, you've made me such a slut."

What a moment: my beautiful sweet teacher reduced to a jabbering fuck machine. The cum churned in my balls and my already stiff rod stiffened some more. 

Debbie, her right hand on the edge of the sink, the let still working her clit, began to jerk and shouted, "SHIT, MASTER, OHHHHH FUCKING GOOOODDDD." She shoved her fist into her cunt and her ass back against me. The sound and sight of her explosion sent me over the edge. I unloaded my cum inside her. 

Debbie's spent quivering body collapsed, laying across the sink. I stood behind her, sucking in air. When her strength returned, she turned, wrapped her arms around my neck, and leaned into me. I ravaged her mouth with my tongue.

After we broke the kiss she looked directly at me. "I love you Master. I know I'm not a worthy slut, but I am filled with thoughts of you constantly. When I fail you its not because I don't want to be a good teacher-slut-slave, it is because I am an unworthy cunt. I know you are the one to teach me and I will always try to obey. At times I'm afraid I will fail you. Whenever I am bad please punish me, but please please don't ever send me back."

I gave her the evening's instructions. "Go home and change into a long skirt with a slit, a heavy shirt, and a sweater. Wear no underwear. At the game tonight someone will approach you on my behalf. Obey this stranger as you obey me."

* * * *

I did not witness the next part of this story. I was on the field playing the game. What you are reading is based on what Mom told me. I believe her. You should too. Mom takes her sex very seriously.

Mom saw Debbie when she entered the stands, but did not immediately approach her. She wanted Debbie wondering if I had abandoned her and as the minutes passed Debbie scanned the crowd with increasing urgency, consternation flashing across her pretty face.

Thus, Debbie reacted with a combination of relief and astonishment when Mom approached her. "Ms. Havre, my name is Jennifer in public, Mistress in private. You know my son. Please follow me."

That Debbie had never imagined my compatriot was my mother showed on her face. Mom continued. "You don't think he leaned his skills on the street, do you silly girl? He practiced at home first."

They sat together. Mom monopolized the conversation.

"You and I are alike in some ways, different in others. You're just beginning to understand your sexuality. I discovered mine in high school and when I hit college I was in full fuck mode. I wanted to try everything. When I became pregnant Randy's father was but one of my lovers, but the only one who offered to marry me. I said 'yes.' Unfortunately, he was weak and over the years I emulated his weakness, abandoning my true nature.

"This summer Randy returned me to my true self. I am his lover; I belong to him. His father is now a house-slave. The odd thing is that he actually enjoys it. It's his natural state.

"As to yours, think about yourself. All your life you've felt best when you empathized with someone else's needs. You never felt better then when you could make someone else feel better. Now that will be your entire life -- your life will be devoted to determining exactly what Randy wants and providing it. And you, like my husband, will love it; it's both of yours natural state. That's why, in a few short days, Randy's been able to break all your boundaries. Right now you're thinking about the next time you can serve him and it is making your cunt so fucking hot. You've never enjoyed sex like you have the last few days." Debbie's face was flush when she turned to look at Mom. "How do you know all this?"

"Just as my son saw my true sexual nature, he saw yours. He and I are sexually aggressive; you are submissive. You fit our needs perfectly."

By this time the game had begun. With everyone's attention directed to the field, Mom told Debbie to follow her to a long abandoned press box. There, shielded from the crowd, Mom took Debbie in her powerful arms and kissed her, invading the blonde's mouth with her tongue, leaving no doubt who was in charge. Mom then spun Debbie around.

"Have you ever been ass fucked, slave,"

"No Mistress."

"My son loves ass fucking. So will you."

Mom opened the long slit in Debbie's skirt, exposing her naked bottom, and slid a well-lubricated butt plug in her ass. She ordered Debbie to turn around and display her braless breasts. Debbie pulled up her sweater. Mom fastened a nipple clamp on each. 

They returned to watch the rest of the first half. The world saw two women, friends, chatting during the game. It is best they did not hear the conversation. Mom, her voice tone kind and friendly, graphically described Debbie's future as a sex slave, a willing slut, a needy whore, an ever-ready cunt, a fuck toy. She told Debbie how she would be used and degraded. Instead of being repelled, the words struck Debbie as sweet sensual caresses which stoked the blonde's already rampaging desires. Debbie wanted to grab her own tits and bury a hand in her cunt. Instead she shifted her position, moving the butt plug around inside her anus and rubbing the nipple clamps against her heavy sweater. Her eyes were on the game, but her mind was locked on the world of sexual depravity my mother described and for which she now longed.

A few minutes into the second half Mom ordered Debbie to meet her behind the press box. When Mom arrived she instructed Debbie to lean against the wall. Mom pulled aside her dress and displayed a flexible strap-on dildo, which was longer and thinner than my cock. Mom took firm hold of Debbie's hips and entered her. Mom's verbal abuse had its intended effect, Debbie's pussy was drenched. Debbie came several times before Mom, working her clit against the inside of the dildo's harness, herself exploded.

* * * *

After the game I met the two of them in the clearing near the school where I had taken Debbie earlier that week. Debbie was naked except for the clips on her nipples and the butt plug in her ass. Debbie, on Mom's instructions, had written "SLAVE" on her stomach with her lipstick.

"Crawl to me, slut."

Debbie fell to her hands and knees in the dirt, gingerly coming forward. The sticks and rocks cut into her skin. 

When she reached me, I asked. "What do you think of mother?"

"She's just like you Master, beautiful and strong and sexy. I love her Master. Its wonderful to serve two such perfect people."

"Use your mouth on me."

A week before the sexy blonde undoing my pants was in control of a classroom in which I was just one of many anonymous students. Now she was on her knees, stripped naked and in utter servitude, preparing to suck my cock. As she licked my ball sac, Mom got out of the car, naked except for a pair of sandals and the strap-on dildo hanging between her legs. She was carrying a bottle of lubricant.

I know I've raved about the hard-bodied sex-pot Mom had become, but at this moment she again took my breath away. Her stomach was flat; the muscles of her abdomen showing. She was curvy and her toned legs, arms, and shoulders perfect. There was no sag to her round hard ass nor her fat tits. Her small brown nipples were erect. Her brown hair flowed wildly down her back and the look on her face confirmed she was ready to fuck until the sun came up.

"You're an amazing piece of ass, Mom."

"Thanks, stud." 

"How did she do?"

"Her technique needs improvement, but you're right. She's a submissive slut. With the proper training she will be useful."

Debbie had taken my left testicle into her mouth, which she held on top of and gently coddled with her tongue while sucking on it with the slightest of force. She stroked the length of my hard cock with her hand, pausing to smear the pre-cum dripping from its tip into the head. 

Mom and I exchanged deep steamy kisses. My hands explored her massive tits; her's my chest. Debbie's mouth switched to the other testicle and, after giving it the same lavish attention, licked the head of my cock. Mom grabbed a handful of Debbie's hair, pulling her face from my penis. Debbie looked at her, adoration shining on her face.

"You will swallow my son's dick. Open your mouth as wide as it can go and pull your teeth back behind your lips. Worthy slaves respect their Master's cock. Show us you're a useful slave."

Debbie centered her face over my cock and Mom pushed her head down until five inches of my meat were buried in her face. Mom immediately pulled her head back up until only the crown was in her mouth and then shoved her back down. My cock banged against the back of Debbie's mouth and the opening of her throat. Mom continued jerking Debbie's head up and down and while Debbie occasionally gagged, she made sure only her lips, tongue, and mouth touched my tool despite the fury of the face-fuck. Debbie's mouth was going to be a welcome addition to the household.

After several minutes of this action Mom turned to me. "May I borrow her."

"Of course."

Mom pulled Debbie from my cock and fed her the dildo. It was about two inches longer than my dick and about three-quarters its girth. Debbie gagged a few times but Mom was merciless, pushing the artificial cock until its entire length disappeared into my teacher's face. It took a moment to realize that the dildo must be lodged in her throat. I placed my hand on Debbie's neck and felt it moving.

I leaned against the car to enjoy the view. Mom, who continued to slide the plastic cock down Debbie's throat, handed me the lubricant and I coated my dick. When I was done Mom pulled the dildo from my teacher's mouth. A long rope of spit stretched from Debbie's lips to the plastic monster until it, gracefully, snapped and swung down to Debbie's chin. Debbie stared at the dildo and then at Mom.

"Stand up pet.'

Debbie did so. "I love you Mistress." 

"You are a devoted little slave."

"Oh yes, Mistress. You're like Master. You're beautiful and perfect."

Mom removed the nipple clips. The nipples were red and inflamed. Mom flicked each one with her index finger and although Debbie winced in pain, her nipples jumped to attention. 

"Did that hurt your slutty tits, pet."

"Yes Mistress, it hurt my tits, but my tits liked it."

"What did it do to your slutty pussy?"

"My slutty pussy is burning up. It's dripping wet Mistress."

"Turn around and bend over."

Mom yanked the butt plug from her ass. 

"She's all yours, stud."

I leaned Debbie forward so her hands were on the hood of the car and took hold of her hips. I smeared a dollop of juice from her pussy on the opening of her anus. 

"Pull your ass cheeks apart."

Debbie grabbed her butt and spread her cheeks, baring her pink anal bud. I ran a finger down her ass' crevice, stopping to rub my thumb over the inflamed aperture. She moaned and rocked her butt back against my finger. The opening was relaxed and already stretched; the butt plug had done its job.

I fit my dick to her anus and entered her. I watched my cock push into her, watched as her asshole spread and her sphincter gave way, watched as her anus enveloped the head of my cock. Once the head was inside I took a moment to enjoy my triumph; this sweet young thing was mine. I continued to push, but slowly and deliberately, watching each inch of my cock slide in her virgin backdoor. 

After several minutes the base of my cock was firmly planted against her butt, my pubic hairs tickling her ass. She was tight; she was an anal virgin. I could feel her insides mold themselves to my pole. Although my entry must have been painful, she never screamed and was soon cooing, sighing, and whimpering. My pace was leisurely, drawing out the sensations. Soon Debbie matched my movements, pushing into me as I entered her, soft moans of pleasure morphing into grunts of enthusiasm. She let go of her ass and dropped her hands to the car in an effort to maintain her balance. I took hold of her hair. 

"Play with your hot steaming cunt."

Debbie reached to her crotch, frigging herself. I grabbed her waist to help her maintain her balance, taking advantage of the leverage to pick up the pace, driving myself deeper into her rump. Debbie started to breathe in short staccato bursts and the pace of her masturbation increased; she fondled her cunt with manic intensity, ramming several fingers in and out. Mom took hold of Debbie's breasts, which were good sized and firm, although no match for Mom's, and pinched the inflamed nipples. Debbie shuddered at the pain, but did not stop. Instead, she started moaning with a savage animal intensity while spit ran from her mouth and her body shook. Debbie's legs grew wobbly. I strengthened my grip on her and then her asshole clamped down hard on my cock. She screamed, "FUCKIN JESUS GOD," her voice reverberating in the empty forest as an orgasm racked her sweet body. Wheezing, she fell forward onto the hood of the car. 

I was not through. Taking hold of Debbie's limp arm, I pulled her between Mom and I. We picked her up and entered her, my cock in her anus and Mom's dildo in her pussy. Deborah's pale white tits merged into Mom's large well-tanned breasts.

We bounced her up and down between us, fucking both holes at once. Debbie wrapped her arms around Mom's neck and covered her face with kisses while babbling her adoration: "I love you," "You're so beautiful," "I adore you," "I worship you," "I'm your cunt," "Please own me," " I'll do anything, want anything, feel anything, be anything you want," "Fuck me," "Fuck me please," "You and Randy are perfect..." 

I was not going to last long. I not only had the pleasure of Debbie's tight anus, but could feel Mom's dildo rub the underside of my cock through the thin flesh separating Debbie's twin passages. I decided not to fight it. I shoved in hard one final time, bouncing Debbie in the air, as I filled her asshole with my seed. Debbie, who barely had time to recover from her last orgasm, followed a moment later, "SO FUCCCCKKKINNNGGG, GOOOD, AHHHHHHHHHHHHH." 

When I pulled my softening manhood from Debbie's asshole, Mom grabbed her ass cheeks and held her in the air while fucking her with renewed power. The dildo was banging against the entry to Debbie's womb and the pain combined with the pleasure. Debbie, who seemed weightless in Mom's firm grasp, jerked and rattled through a series of follow-up orgasms until, all strength having left her, Mom pushed Debbie's inert body off the cock and onto the ground. Debbie lay in the dirt, breathing heavily. Cum dripped from her asshole.

Mom removed the dildo and leaned on the car, ass in the air. "Fuck me stud, fuck me." My dick had no trouble regaining its former hardness. I found her sweet pussy and entered her.

At first we took it nice and slow, putting on a show for the beautiful blonde lying on the ground, staring at us with awe. Debbie's hands returned to her tits and cunt. "You two are so beautiful. You fit together perfectly. You're Greek Gods. I love you. Please make me yours, please let me serve you."

Spurred on by our admiring audience we picked up the pace. Mom looked at Debbie, who was twisting her hard nipples. "Lick my cunt while your Master fucks me."

Six hours ago Debbie would have denied any lesbian inclinations. Nonetheless, and without hesitation, she scurried between my mother and the car and used her mouth on Mom's labia and clitoris while I took her from behind.

Mom's cunt was, as always, remarkably tight and she used her exquisite control of her powerful muscles to work over my cock. I could feel another reservoir of cum building in my balls. Debbie reached under Mom and began stroking my scrotum. Meanwhile Mom, clearly enjoying the pretty young blonde's mouth and tongue, encouraged her. "Eat me my delightful little slut-whore. Lick your Mistress' pussy. Show me what a wicked little cunt you are. Worship me with you mouth my little slut, lick me HARD!"

The sounds of our grunts and of our bodies working against each other filled the small glen, the scent of our sweating straining bodies mixed with that of the forest. Life was perfect. I lived with an always ready to fuck hard-bodied bitch, a woman sans jealously or sexual limits. Now I had turned my luscious young teacher into a sex-toy.




Becoming the Alpha Male Ch. 06



A hard squeeze from Mom's cunt muscles re-focused my attention. She was fucking back, harder than ever. She grabbed Debbie's head, holding it against her clit.

"You fuck your Mommy so good, baby. Give her your hard cock. Fill me with your cum. I gonna scream on that big dick of yours."

"You like the way I fuck you, Mommy? Do you like he way the slut eats your pussy?"

"Mommy loves the way you fuck her. The slut's mouth feels so good. What a wonderful little whore she's going to be. Oh yeah, baby. Oh yeah, oh yeah, OH YEAH, BABY, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, CUMMMINNNG."

As the orgasm surged through her, Mom squeezed down hard. I pushed all the way in and came, splattering my cum inside her. Mom turned, threw her arms around my neck, and rested her sweaty body against mine. I put a hand on the small of her back, pulling her tightly to me, loving the feel of her tits against my chest. We took turns exploring each other's mouths, our tongues playing, our lips enveloping each others. 

After a few minutes we broke the kiss and looked at our conquest. Debbie was sitting on the ground, panting, staring at us worshipfully.

"Play with your tits, play with them hard," I said.

My teacher took a breast in each hand and squeezed. You could seen the muscles in her arms tighten.

"Now, work the nipples," Mom added.

Debbie's fingers caught her small red nipples and pushed them together, her fingers clearly straining in the effort.

"Are you horny slut."

"Yes, Master."

"Is your cunt on fire?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Mom took the dildo she has been wearing and tossed it to Debbie. "You may relieve yourself with this."

Debbie shoved it into her pussy. There was no resistance and no need for lubrication. Two hands on its base, she pumped it into herself with a maniacal frenzy. I took Mom's hand in my own as we watched our conquest. Mom leaned her body into mine and I lay an arm across her shoulders. "She is quite the little slut." "She certainly is. You were right about her, she was born to serve," Mom replied.

Debbie's hips bucked off the ground as she drove herself higher and higher. When she was about to cum Mom straddled her face and I stood astride her knees. When Debbie exploded beneath us, her body writhing in the dirt, Mom unleashed a flow of urine on her face. I did the same, aiming my stream at her tits. Debbie's eyes opened and she tried to drink as much of Mom's piss as she could capture, which set off a follow-up orgasm as powerful as the first.

Mom and I stepped away. Debbie was panting, laying in the dirt, which slowly turned into mud as our piss dripped from her body. The dildo slowly slid from her cunt. She was still trying to catch her breath when I went to my car and checked my I-pad. The expected message from Amy was there.

I returned with Debbie's clothes. "Put these on. Don't worry about how you look. When you get home your husband will be out cold, he'll have no idea you're there. Take a shower and go to bed. 

"He will be a horny little boy this weekend. Don't let him enter you and don't hide your lack of arousal, but don't blame him. Just say you're tired. Suck him off, but make a point of not swallowing. Do it as often as he wants.

"On Saturday you will meet Mom for lunch at Geraldo's, it's the most popular and public place in town. I want the world to know about your budding friendship."

I handed her an envelope. "In this envelope is a contract. In it you agree to become my slave. You will devote yourself to serving me, employing your skills and intelligence to discerning what makes me happy and then providing it. My happiness is your goal. You will, however, remain a teacher. I will have use of you in that role."

She opened the envelope and in a child-like voice said, "Where do I sign?"

"Not yet. Take it home, study it, think about it. There must be no question that you understand that servitude is your free choice and your true nature. I will meet you in your classroom Monday morning. You can give it to me, or withhold it, then."

Debbie dragged her satiated body to bed long after midnight. Her husband was asleep on the couch, stinking of beer. He had spent the evening trying to get in Amy's pants but, finally, she had said she would have to think about it over the weekend. They would meet on Monday. Before leaving Amy slipped something in his drink that guaranteed his comatose condition.  



Becoming the Alpha Male Ch. 07



Although I had given Debbie until Monday to sign on as a sex slave, it was all for show. She was hooked and giving her two days to "decide," purportedly of her own free will, would drive the hook deeper. There was still a problem: what to do about her husband. Debbie was a beautiful woman and under my tutelage she'd become spectacular. If word got out that this woman was fucking one of her students the national media would be all over the story. The biggest threat of a leak was her husband. After I devised a plan to neutralize him, I related it to Mom. She thought Grandad's connections would be useful. Upon contemplation I agreed; he would make a powerful ally.

Which is why on Saturday night Mom and I met with Grandad in his study, whose dark wood, expensive leather desk, and photographs of him with national and local dignitaries exuded power. Mom was wearing tight jeans, a button down shirt over a white tank top, no bra, and boots. Grandad was wearing a red polo shirt bearing the company logo and a pressed pair of tan slacks.

He got to the point. "Your mother said you had three requests."

"There is a teacher at my high school whom Mom has befriended. Her husband works at Russell Accounting."

Grandad's dealerships were among Russell Accounting's biggest clients.

"We believe he is or is about to start cheating with an underage girl. Our information is that his job performance is poor. If our suspicions about his affair are confirmed, we would like you to ask John Russell," the head of the firm, "to fire him while advising him to resolve matters with his wife and the girl as quickly as possible. Mr. Russell should be brutal; the young man needs to be cowed. If he asks why you're so interested, you can indicate it's a favor for your daughter."

I looked in his eyes. His powerful intellect was absorbing everything.

"Second, contact Rebecca Faince." Ms. Faince was the most feared divorce lawyer in our community. She had flaming red hair and a penchant for short skirts, exposed cleavage, and dominating courtrooms. She was also, I would later learn, a sexually voracious bi-sexual. "Tell her of your suspicions about the cheating husband and ask that she represent the wife, who is a friend of your daughter."

"And third," Grandad asked, folding his fingers.

"Call Lee Jonas." Lee was the senior partner in the city's biggest law firm. "Ask him to represent the young girl in an action against the husband."

Grandad leaned back in his chair. 

He looked at me, then Mom, then back to me. His hands remained folded. "I assume these stories are, in large part, bullshit."

"That's true."

"And this scheme serves another purpose?"

"Also true."

"Will it work?"

I took a moment. "Yes."

He closed his eyes and was quiet. Then he looked at Mom. He seemed to see something in her eyes. His face relaxed. "I'll do it."

He paused, then added an explanation. "That you and your Mom are lovers is clear to anyone who has the imagination to see it. I haven't seen her this happy in years. I approve; she certainly deserved better than my son. I've also recently had a long standing suspicion confirmed." He looked at Mom. "You tell him."

Mom picked up the story. "As you know, at the time you were conceived your Dad was not my only sexual partner. He was the only one who proposed and after you were born the family resemblance eliminated most of the other men as potential fathers. But that story your dad tells about protecting me from his father is a little off.

"Your Grandad bedded me the day our sorority appeared at the dealership. While the rest of the girls were meeting customers I was riding his big dick in his office. He was an older guy, but he was dynamic and oozed power and strength. Yes, he can be gruff. He can be an asshole. But I found sides of him I like. Your Grandad was strong. I could depend on him. He also knew how to fuck, a trait your Dad did not bring to the marriage.

"I was among his mistresses for years. Then, about five years ago, the botched surgery for prostate cancer and his diabetes left him impotent. There have been a few times over the past few years he's been able to get it up and when he did he knew he could call on me, but basically I've been fuck-free until, well, until you."

The punch line was obvious.

"I've always wondered. You're a lot more like your Grandad than your father. I guess I didn't want to know the truth. It was easier being oblivious. But once you got me in bed it became pretty clear whose son you were. I collected some of your hair and had it DNA tested. Grandad's your father."

Grandad broke in. "I've always seen you as the future of the company. Your Dad, I guess I can still call him that, can't run this business. If and when you are ready you can come in as an equal partner. In the meantime you should pursue the path you want. As your Mom has pointed out, I've tried forcing your Dad to do it my way. You've seen how that turned out."

He shifted in his chair and a subtle gleeful smile slowly crossed his face. "Now for the good news. All this reminiscing has got my thing working." He looked at Mom.

Mom didn't hesitate. "John, you need to understand, I belong to Randy now."

Grandad didn't either. He looked at me. "Well, are you willing to share." The look in his eyes was one I had not seen before. Was it a look of love? 

"Can you say please?"

He smiled, "Please." For a word he didn't use all that often, he got it just right.

"Mom, you up to two at a time?" I asked.

Instead of answering Mom shed her shirt, leaving the white tank top on. Her breasts visibly swelled and her hard nipples were outlined in the fabric as her chest rose and fell in time with her breathing. Mom took a strep towards Grandad. Her hand went to his crotch, rubbing the length of what appeared to be a monstrous erection. 

"John, you are nice and hard." She removed his belt, unbuttoned his shirt, and pulled it and his undershirt over his head. He was thin and wiry, still in excellent shape. She then unzipped his pants, pushing them over an enormous cock. Mom showed no hesitation. She took its head in her hand, smearing into it a few drops of pre-cum. She turned and kissed me. "He took good care of me with this for many years."

Of that I had no doubt.

Mom looked at the two of us. "Why do you boys still have your clothes on?"

Grandad wasted no time. Almost nimbly, he sat on his desk, kicked off his loafers, and pulled his pants off. Fascinated by the scene before me, I also undressed, but more deliberately, enjoying the show. Mom, who clearly savored the attention paid her by two sets of horny eyes, let go of Grandad's meat, undid her belt, and shimmied her jeans over her hips. When they reached her thigh she sat on the table and stuck her feet out.

"Can you boys help me with these boots?"

Grandad and I each removed a boot and pulled the jeans off her legs. 

"Thank you, now go sit down."

We sat on Grandad's desk. Mom sauntered over, wearing only the tank top, and ran her hand up the length of our cocks, before dropping to her knees between our dicks. She took a cock in each hand, studying each as if she had never seen it before. She was enjoying teasing us and we were happy to let her do so. Then, with hunger in her eyes, she kissed mine, and then Grandad's, going back and forth, taking a little longer each time until she directed her full attention to Grandad's member. She took a moment to relax and stretch her jaw and then, seemingly effortlessly, took the head of Grandad's over-sized tool in her mouth. 

Taking her time she sucked an inch, and then another inch, into her mouth. And, despite the fact that her mouth was stuffed with the biggest cock I'd ever seen, she found a way to keep working her tongue against his shaft. Her concave cheeks showed that she was sucking with vigor. What remained outside her mouth she worked with her left hand.

Accompanied by Grandad's moans of pleasure Mom bobbed her head up and down his tool for several minutes, before releasing him, gasping for air. After she caught her breath she licked his cock from bottom to top, as if enjoying an oversized ice cream coat. As she did so her eyes were filled with unadulterated lust. She was a cock hungry bitch, up to any challenge, ready to fuck and suck any man under the table. 

Still frigging Grandad's dick, which was dripping pre-cum, she turned back to me. kissing and licking my shaft, leaving no spot unloved. When she finished there she took my testicles in her mouth and gently sucked them. I pulled back her hair to watch and she put on a show, trapping one of my testicles between her lips and licking it before letting it fall lazily from her mouth. When she slid her face back over my cock she locked her eyes on mine, moaning in delight as she tongued my cock's head while, using her spit as lubrication, avidly working the shaft with her hand. The cum in my balls began boiling and Mom, with her sixth sense for sex, took my testicles in her hand, rolling them with gentle, expert, care. 

As she worked my dick Mom's eyes glowed with a depraved passion. She didn't suck cock just to please her man, she sucked cock because she loved it, because she needed it, because she was a sexual athlete of the highest order, a goddess of the sensual. Inspired by my monas of pleasure, she took more and more of me inside her mouth until more than half my cock was disappearing into her face, re-emerging coated with her spit. She sucked me with wild abandon and her tongue was a whirling dervish of delight. A drop of saliva ran from the corner of her mouth to her chin.

It was all too much. I grunted, threw back my head, and the jizz exploded from my balls. Mom didn't miss a beat; she captured all my jism. When I had emptied every drop in her face she stood and made a display of letting my cum settle in her mouth as she savored its thick gooey texture and musky flavor. She swallowed and, knowing how I loved to kiss her when her mouth was still flavored by my cum, she placed her hand on my chest and leaned in to kiss me. Our tongues played together as we worked our lips against each other.

Mom turned to Grandad, a wild look in her eyes. I ran a hand up her leg; juice coated her thigh. She was beyond horny. She leaned her body back against mine and I removed her tank top, freeing her fat tits. Grandad, the man always in charge, seemed mesmerized, staring at us, before letting out a choking noise and falling to his knees. He pushed her legs apart and started kissing Mom's pussy. There seemed to be no plan, his tongue was everywhere at once and he slurped her juices as if she was a fountain of youth. Eventually his tongue zeroed in on her clit and his fingers effortlessly slipped inside her. 

She continued leaning against me, supporting her body on mine. She turned to kiss me and brought one of my hands to her breast, which swelled at my touch. I kissed her neck and ears. With her other hand she held Grandad's head in place, humping his face. She broke our kiss and, gasping for air and groaning, locked both hands on Grandad's head. He was not going anywhere. Grandad's talented mouth had Mom racing toward an orgasm and she repeatedly shoved her hot cunt into Grandad's face while I pinched and twisted her nipples.

"Like that, like that, here it is... right now... Unngh. Ahhh! AHHH!! I'M CUMMING!!" Mom moaned, and I held her in my arms as an orgasm bounded through her body. As her orgasm started to recede she rested her head on my shoulder; her face glowed with happiness and satisfaction.

Grandad struggled to his feet, taking the opportunity to kiss and nuzzle Mom's fat breasts on the way. Mom cooed her appreciation – they were always hyper-sensitive after an orgasm – and Grandad, encouraged, buried his face between them, sucking greedily on the tit-flesh. Mom directed his mouth to her nipples, her sweet soft whimpering letting him know how much she loved his attention.

When he finally stood fully erect Mom scanned the office, her eyes alighting on a chair facing the desk. She pointed and Grandad sat down, his massive erect dick standing at full mast. Mom stepped between his legs, nudging them further apart with her feet, turned and sat in his lap, taking his cock in her cunt in one long steady motion. Pleasure rippled across her face. She leaned forward, her hands on the desk, and lifted her feet so they were dangling several inches from the floor, her tits floating in the air before her.

Grandad grabbed her hips and started thrusting in a small circular motion. Mom, for the moment, relaxed, enjoying the sensation of Grandad's massive tool inside her. Her mouth was ajar, her tongue resting on her lips, her breathing deep and steady. As the pleasure built in her she leaned further forward, her hair hanging around her face. After several minutes she emitted a steady low snarl and brought her legs closer together, tightening her cunt. In response Grandad increased his pace and Mom started grunting in time with his thrusts, using her powerful arms to push into him as he shoved into her, allowing him to penetrate ever deeper into her hungry pussy. The joy was evident on her face; she loved being filled by Grandad's oversized equipment.

As they got a steady rhythm going Mom began to move her backside in circles. Grandad got the message and started varying his motions, sometimes pushing into her, sometimes moving his hips in ovals, twisting and turning his cock inside her. The concentration on Mom's face was familiar; she was using her cunt muscles to maximum effect on Grandad's tool.

Grandad was ecstatic. "Well, Jen, the old man still got it?"

"Yes! God, yes! Oh god yes!" she answered.

As they continued their cries and moans echoed off the polished walls, rising above the rhythmic squeaking of the chair. I was impressed by Grandad's staying power; I knew the delights of Mom's tight cunt. He was determined to give her a good hard fuck. In an effort to pick up the pace he took hold of her hips, but Mom waved him off. Grandad could not match her strength. Instead, she let her feet slip back to the floor and resting on her elbows, began to impale herself on his huge tool. Her pussy was rippling around his fat dick, the liquid frothing and bubbling at the intersection of their bodies.

Grandad started chanting, his voice tense and taut, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Then, in a sudden jerky motion, he slammed into her while pulling her hips down, burying his shaft deep inside her as he orgasmed. Mom joined him seconds later, shouting "OHHHHHHHH FUUCCKKKIIIINNNNNGGG YEAHHHHHHHH." She shook and thrashed on his lap, letting the bliss carry her away, reliving the memories of the years in which Grandad's cock had been the best thing in her life. Finally she fell back and draped herself over him, her bones turned to rubber. And although she took deep, cleansing breaths, the aftershocks of her seemingly endless orgasm was evident as her arms and legs continued to twitch.

After allowing her a few moments, I took Mom's hand. She stumbled to her feet and then, at my direction, to the desk. Lying face down, she spread her arms and pressed her hands into the desk's surface. Her legs hung over the edge, feet firmly planted on the ground. It was a position made to fuck a woman hard, very hard. Her brown hair hung wildly over her face; her perfect rump was sticking up into the air; her massive tits were flat on the desk, their flesh spilling out from under her body. I ran my hands down her back and sides, and over her ass, stroking and caressing her. My touch revived her. She pushed the hair from her face, looked over her shoulder, and with a happy smile said, "I'm all yours stud."

Grandad had prepared her well; my cock slipped into her without resistance. Mom moaned in pleasure, "Mmmmmmhhhhhh....," and clamped down on me. I was momentarily afraid she might tear the skin off my dick and we both took a second to let our bodies mold themselves to each other. Then I started fucking her, at first nice and slow, but with increasing strength and firmness. I held onto her hips and buried my entire cock in her with each thrust. With her feet firmly planted on the floor and her powerful legs, she anchored herself to the heavy desk, effortlessly absorbing me.

Mom turned her head. Her eyes were closed; lust filled her face. Her pussy squeezed me tight. In this position Mom couldn't push back into me, but she moved her hips in circles, ensuring that I entered her at a constantly changing array of angles. As she moved her ass she rubbed her clit against Grandad's leather top desk. Her grunts became increasingly short and intense. I could sense Grandad watching, watching me take what had once been his. Soon Mom was shaking uncontrollably. She pressed her hands firmly into the table, lifting herself slightly, pushing back into me with all her strength. I watched the muscles of her body tighten as she gulped in and held a lungful of air and rocked back into me, driving herself on the heels of her hand. She held herself like that for several long seconds and then her face contorted and she unleashed a roar, in a scream emanating from the bottom of her solar plexus, "ARRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH! FUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKK!" Her body convulsed, shaking on the desk top until, finally, she went limp, laying on the desk murmuring, "Oh god, oh god, oh god," in a sleepy sexy voice. 

I pulled my still hard dick, which was thoroughly coated with her slick slimy juices, from her cunt and fitted it to her asshole. Mom reached back to spread her ass cheeks, but she was still weak from her orgasm and I waved away her feeble efforts to help. I was fully familiar with the way in her back door.

I placed my hands on the tops of the cheeks of her firm ass, pushing them up and away. Her rectum gave way easily as I shoved my cock all the way into her. Mom's sole reaction was a long sensual purr, "Oh yeahhhhh...." We held still a few seconds, letting her asshole's natural lubricants mix with the cunt juice coating my cock. And then, for the next few minutes, I had my way with her, sliding my cock in and out of her tight asshole, leaving only the head of my tool inside her before I glided back in to the hilt. Mom started to move her ass in circles and squeeze down, providing me with the full array of joys her backside could deliver.

I leaned forward, pushing her hips down and placing even more pressure on her clitoris as she ground it into the soft leather of Grandad's desk. The room was filled with her grunts, the grunts of a woman pushing her body to the limits; the grunts of a sexual athlete at the limits of her ability to perform. Although she was riding a wave of small sharp orgasms, far too many to count, she kept pushing her spent body to the next one, greedy in her desire to drain every ounce of pleasure from her perfect physique. Juice was leaking from her cunt, pooling on the desk, dripping down her legs. Drool was trickling from her mouth. The sexiest woman on the planet was all mine. My cock was burning with pleasure. Mom used her butt muscles to squeeze me tight while continuing to push her blood engorged clit into the table, rubbing it on the leather with a fanatic intensity. She looked back at me.

"Fuck me, fuck me hard stud. Make me scream with that big dick of yours!"

Mom was ready to come and that knowledge was all it took to carry me to the edge.

"Are you ready for my cum, you cock-crazy hard-bodied bitch."

"Yes give it to me, fill my asshole with it."

I slapped an ass cheek.

"Ummmnnnnnnhhhhh."

Then the other.

"Ummmmmnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhh."

Then, with her last reserve of strength, she clamped down on my cock.

I had thought I had a little longer to go. I thought wrong. I grabbed her hair, pulling her head off the table. My testicles tingled and a column of cum powered up my penis and filled the depths of her asshole. She lifted her ass from the table and then moved down hard, dragging her clittie across the seam where the leather joined the wood. 




Becoming the Alpha Male Ch. 07



"FUCCCKK," she shouted as an orgasm found her. My cock reached previously unknown depths of her rectum and her asshole began convulsing, sending new waves of pleasure through my manhood as I dumped a second load of cum in her and staggered forward, holding myself up over her. Mom slumped into the table and in what must have been sensory overload, blacked out.

Grandad moved in his chair. His eyes were wide. "Good god, I've never seen anything like that."

*  *  *  *

Debbie delivered the signed agreement Monday morning. On my instructions she called her husband and told him there was a teacher's meeting that night. She would not be home until 7:00 P.M. When she returned home immediately after school she fished from an open purse on the living room table a picture identification of a girl a few days short of her sixteenth birthday. Debbie found her husband and the girl naked in the bedroom. Debbie stormed out and headed for the home of her new found best friend, my mother. Amy, after confessing to Billy that she was underage, arrived about thirty minutes later. Debbie thanked Amy with a thorough cunt eating. Mom, meanwhile, lowered her cunt to Amy's mouth; I took Debbie from behind.

The next morning Debbie's very hungover husband was called to John Russell's office and, after a withering critique of his skills, fired. Before leaving Mr. Russell said, "If you ever want to work in this industry again you better resolve matters quickly and quietly with your next two visitors."

Rebecca Faince and Lee Jonas entered. Lee, in an aching voice, described Amy as an underage girl seduced by a married adulterous man. Billy broke down and cried. A little investigation would have shown it was all a lie; Amy was nineteen years old, but Billy just wanted the nightmare to end. Within twenty-four hours he raided his trust fund for $100,000.00 to settle Amy's claim and left town to move in with his mother. While the divorce action took a little longer; it ended in a generous settlement in Debbie's favor.

Debbie rented a small apartment in an out-of-the-way complex where her comings and goings, or lack of them, would go unnoticed. Otherwise she moved in with us. She looked great when she arrived. Over time, as we toned her body and re-worked her hair, make-up, and clothing, she came to look even better. Most nights she slept on a futon on the floor of our bedroom. Around the house she dressed in lingerie, bathing suits, or sexy short dresses and high heels. While we had to be circumspect in our home town, on weekends the three of us would often travel to nearby cities where I would show up at clubs with two gorgeous women in impossibly short skirts, impossibly high heels, and displaying gravity-defying cleavage. On occasion, we would go to more exotic locales where Mom and I would demonstrate our mastery over our pet blonde.

Mom and I kept pushing Debbie's limits – we had her suck the principal's dick while he was making morning announcements, seduce the captain of the cheerleading squad, and lent her out to a number of discrete friends. She never displayed a hint of rebellion. While Dad cleaned and cooked, Debbie had her household duties. She paid loving attention to our clothes, dressing and undressing us each day, and was responsible for drawing our baths. Debbie's mouth on my cock each morning rendered an alarm clock redundant. She trained as a masseuse and the pain of a hard work out was often relieved by her talented touch. She loved washing and drying Mom's hair, doing her nails and bringing her a cup of hot tea before bed each night . 

That Christmas Mom, Dad, Debbie, and I, with Amy and Rebecca as our guests, flew to Hawaii to spend two weeks in a rented beach house with Sarah, Lauren, Patricia and two of Patricia's football players. Janna and Hu, who worked a flight from the mainland, joined us for a long weekend. Dad cleaned and cooked while the rest of us partied and fucked.

The next year I left for college, moving into an up-scale neighborhood near campus. Many of the successful men who lived there were on their second marriages and I learned that trophy wives want kids – it cements the relationship and ups the child support numbers if the cement doesn't hold. Let's hope no demographer ever correlates my years there with the spike in the birthrate.

My increasing involvement in the family business led me to dinner with Robert Smythe, the brilliant young chief financial officer of the one of the car companies whose product we sold. He had just finished a messy divorce with a bitchy demanding wife and while in town asked if we could to rustle him up a dinner date. Debbie was recruited. Robert was in love before dessert was served. After some months of long distance courtship I gave her a new assignment: wife to one of our most important contacts. Debbie spends one weekend a month with us. The rest of the time she makes Bob Smythe very happy. We have benefitted greatly from his gratitude.

While I have no excuse for not having earlier recognized the use of women like Debbie, trained to selflessly detect, empathize, and address the needs of those around them, I quickly remedied the oversight. I identified two friends, natural submissives, who were seniors in the university's education department, and claiming I couldn't determine which one I liked best, asked both out for an evening. When we got back to my place I brought both of them off with my hands and then fucked them. I next taught them how to deliver a double blow job. Over the summer Mom and I completed their training. Although the local school system was not hiring, Grandad's influence combined with a splendid double blow job – they had had enough practice – on the system's superintendent garnered them positions teaching at the two local high schools. They have been there ever since, identifying the girls we turn into sex slaves.

We had to move into a larger, nicer, and more private home, but I have not been without two or three slaves and slaves-in-training since. Most of them become wives or mistresses to the executives of our most important suppliers and customers. Some have flipped female executives to the gay side of life. We have even retained a few to work in the dealerships. Beautiful and empathetic, they make wonderful salespeople. They also work cheap. 

I joined the company full-time upon graduation and succeeded Grandad as president three years later. Over the next twenty years, with the help of our girls, our sales have expanded ten-fold.

Dad, slimmed down and physically fit, was permitted to have the sex reassignment surgery he craved. After the hair removal, breast augmentation, and vaginoplasty, he was as least as good looking a woman as he had been a man. I've fucked his cunt, and while it ain't bad, my dick is a bit too big. I still prefer his ass and throat. To my surprise, as Dad became increasingly comfortable in his new life, his confidence and financial acumen grew. He is an important member of my management team. 

I wanted children; Mom did not. We compromised and did it my way. After our first two, unfortunately, medical issues precluded further pregnancies. Technology provided the solution. Mom's eggs were harvested, fertilized with my sperm, and implanted in some of our girls; Debbie was proud to be the first to bear our child. Many of our girls and their unknowing husbands have followed Debbie's lead. Due to Mom's finite supply of eggs I have had to impregnate the remaining girls the old fashioned way. I keep an eye on the most promising of my children.

With the proceeds of the settlement with Debbie's husband, Amy got a doctorate in forestry. She works with developing countries to establish environmentally sound logging operations. When in the United States she stays with Mom and I. A fiercely independent woman, she has never married. Few have the courage to ask her about her three beautiful children or the identity of their father.

Sarah received her doctorate and is a full professor. Lauren, who remains devoted to her mistress, began publishing ground breaking work again. They still live together in the same home and administer a mathematics department known for training woman mathematicians. Sarah attributes their success to unremitting discipline. 

Patricia, who deserves credit for starting all of this, married into one of Boston's most distinguished families. She is on the university's part-time faculty and devotes her spare time to good works. She keeps her husband very happy. They have four children, three boys and a girl. The girl, at least, is his.



Becoming the Alpha Male



When I got home I found the two of them in the hot tub with glasses of wine. Mom was wearing a tee shirt and not much else; Patricia was in a bikini. Their laughter filled the courtyard. 

"You two having a good time?"

Patricia answered, "Your Mom's a hoot and you weren't exaggerating when you told me how good she looked. Go fire up the grill stud, your Mom and I are having some girl talk."

I set a small table on the patio and when the meal was done called for the ladies. Patricia's wet bikini left little to the imagination; it clung to her beautiful small breasts. Mom's white tee shirt did the same, sticking to her gorgeous new body and accenting her small pert nipples. Her stomach was flat and hard with the hint of a six pack. Her muscular round ass seemed immune to gravity. Her arms, legs, back, and neck showed no hint of the fat that had been so obtrusive just a few weeks ago.

After we finished eating Mom said, "What time are you leaving for the airport?"

"6:30."

"Your Dad will be gone all day and I'll be back at 7:00. Enjoy." 

Mom left and Patricia and I headed for the pool house.

* * * *

On the way to the airport Patricia turned the conversation to Mom. "Your Mom looks great and she sure is cool with us."

"Yeah, its kinda weird having a Mom who changes the sheets for my lover."

"Randy, that is one horny woman. She told me about her sex life when she hit college. It was pretty intense. She said her libido has been especially depressed the last four to five years, but its coming back with a roar. She's focused on reaching her weight and BMI goals, but once she does, and assuming she doesn't flat out leave your father, she is going to be ready for a lover, or lovers. They are going to be some lucky dudes. That woman is going to want to fuck and fuck. She already has that look on her face, like she is ready to go all night long."

"Patricia, you're talking about my Mom."

"Don't bullshit me. I saw the way you looked at her when we got out of the hot tub. I don't blame you, if either of my parents looked that good I might not have gone away to college."

We kissed goodbye at the airport and promised to stay in touch. 

While I was going to miss twice-daily sex, Patricia had all but suggested an answer. The truth was that I thought Mom was hot and getting hotter. I was also enjoying my time with her. The new Mom, the aggressive tough Mom, was a blast. I loved watching her bully Dad, especially since it was so often to my immediate benefit.

I thought of Patricia's description of Mom's expanding sexual appetite. I imagined Mom's mouth wrapped around my cock. I imagined my hard-bodied Mom bouncing up and down on my cock. I then had another thought, almost equally as strong. No one could miss how this new incarnation Mom dominated Dad. If Mom and I teamed up we could completely marginalize him. There would be no limits on my personal freedom. She not only promised sex; she promised power. Should I make my Mom my lover? Could I make my Mom my lover? The swelling in my pants answered the first question; I started thinking about the latter.

* * * *

When I arrived home the lights were out. When I got upstairs I heard the unmistakable sound of Mom masturbating through the closed door. My cock stiffened. I ducked into the shower, relieved myself, and crawled into bed with Mom. She was sleeping.

* * * *

The next night Dad, Mom, and I were watching television. Mom lay on the couch, her head on my lap. I fiddled with her hair. After Dad headed for bed, Mom said she was going to take a shower and needed thirty minutes to get ready. After five I crept upstairs to confirm my suspicions: "get ready" included masturbating. However, I couldn't get the image of Mom's hand buried in her sex out of my mind and when I went upstairs I sported a full erection. Mom noticed.

"Jesus, son, couldn't you relieve yourself downstairs?"

"With Dad down the hall, don't be gross." 

"You should try sleeping with him."

"Okay, you win. Look, I'll go to my room, do it, and come back."

I went to my room to jerk off. While I made no effort to make more noise than usual, I made no effort to keep it quiet. She heard me cum. When I returned to her I found my show had its intended effect.

"Fuck son, are you always this loud? Now I need to do it."

"Go ahead."

"Not with you here. Are you nuts?"

"Don't think so. With all the stuff Patricia and I did we never masturbated for each other. How do you chicks do it?"

"Stop talking like that, I'm your mother."

"I bet I can even help." I started a story.

"Imagine you're at the gym. It's late on a Sunday. There are only a few people there; basically you and a two clumps of guys. Eventually they leave. You are doing bench presses when you notice this buff blond guy. You've noticed him before, he is about twenty-two. He's got a beautiful body, blue eyes, and his dress and manner are smooth. 

"He never says much, just comes in and lifts. He is never rude, but is intent on his work-out. He is not there for the social life. You've seen some of the younger girls flirt with him; again he's polite, but clearly uninterested. You've thought he must be getting some good stuff at home."

"Son, stop."

"You like my story? It gets better."

I licked her ear. 

"Unfortunately, thinking about him breaks your concentration and you're having trouble with the final repetition, struggling to get the bar back in place. Suddenly it lightens in your hands. He came over to help. He looks into your eyes and then casually scans your body. He shows no embarrassment, he feels entitled to evaluate you. You're flustered, but finally get out a 'thank you.' He takes a moment to respond, 'Glad to help. Can you spot me?' You agree.

"Together you load additional weight and he does his repetitions. You take in his powerful body and note his form is perfect. When he's done he sits up."

Mom's hand was creeping down her body; it was hovering over her sex.

"He says, 'I've noticed you checking me out.' You don't deny it.

"He walks around behind you. His hands trip down the sides of your body. His touch is light, sexy, sensual. You realize that he's going to take you; he is not going to ask. He knows you will let him. He senses its been years since you been fucked by someone who knows how to fuck. Is it the look in your eyes? Is it your scent? Do you give off the pheromones of a bitch dog in heat? Whatever it is, he knows it. He pulls down your shorts, leans you against the bench press, and tells you to spread your legs. You do so."

The sheet over Mom's crotch was rippling up and down. Her hand was working her labia and clitoris

"There is a cruel streak in this young man, however, for he doesn't immediately enter you. Instead he kneels and kisses your ass, ending with a little sharp bites bordering on the painful. His hand finds your sex; a finger sinks into you, coating itself with the evidence of your arousal, and then slides upwards to your clitoris. He finds it swollen, aching with need. Your sharp squeal and wet cunt leaves no doubt as to how much you need him. He stands up and slides his cock across the face of your vagina and the length of your labia. You reach between your legs to grab him and try to stuff him inside you.

"His cock in your hand confirms what you expected, his thing is thick and long." 

I stepped outside the story for the moment. "You do like big cocks don't you Mom. Size matters?."

Her body squirming, she answered, "Yes, I like them big," a moment's pause, "or at least I used to."

The sheet was bouncing up and down. She has abandoned any effort to hide the fact that she was masturbating.

"You take a moment to rub your juices into the head of his cock. Then you try to direct him inside you, but he asks, 'Do you want to be fucked?' He wants you to ask and he wants you to be crude. He knows you'll do anything he asks. You offer just a bit of resistance. 'Yes, I want you inside me.'

"'I didn't ask you if you wanted me inside you. I asked you if you wanted to be fucked.'

"You have no choice, the burning need between your legs is in control. 'Yes, I want to be fucked. Fucked hard, fucked raw.' He teases you, 'But I'm a total stranger, you know nothing about me.' You know what he wants to hear. 'Please, please, fuck my horny cunt. That's all I care about, fuck me please.'

"He enters you. The two of you begin. You are not making love. This is nothing gentle between the two of you. This is raw sex between two powerful bodies. He rams you, you slam back. As you look around the gym you can see multiple reflections of the two of you in the mirrors adorning the walls. What you see is two gorgeous hard-bodied people fucking like feral dogs in heat. There is nothing here but crude coarse pleasure.

"You hear a girl and boy's voice. Two high school kids enter. You've seen them around the gym, goofy kids who spend more time making goo-goo eyes at each other and giggling then working out. They are young and in love. They think sex is all sweetness and love. They don't know sex like this. You decide to put on a little show."

Mom was fully absorbed in my story and her cunt. The sheet was buffeted by her hand as she attacked her sex. She was issuing a series of low grunts, "Ummmmm, ummm, ummm."

"You look over your shoulder at the young man fucking you. You say, loud enough to be heard, 'That's the way stud, fuck me hard, fuck me hard, ream out my pussy with your big fat cock.' You want him to play along; you direct his gaze to the two high school kids. He sees them, he understands what you are trying to do, but he doesn't care. There is only one person he cares about, himself. For him, you're just a life support system for a cunt. He's had scores of women before you; he will have scores after you.

"Knowing this, you become even more excited. You realize that your entire being has been reduced to a recipient for a hard cock, and you realize that's exactly what you want. You want the pleasure of being fucked hard by a stranger, you want his rod between your legs. You turned your body into a machine for accepting pleasure, now its time has come. If this young man sees you only as a cunt, then you are a cunt celebrating the hot burning bliss between your legs. You begin to chant, "FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.'"

Mom's head had rolled back on her pillow, mouth ajar. Her tongue flicked out of her mouth and caressed her lips. Her breathing was rough. Drops of sweat appeared on her forehead. Pushing her hips up against the hand that was working her sex, she joined in the chant, "FUCK FUCK FUCK."

It was time to push her over the edge.

"The young man behind you who has been silent for so long issues a series of incoherent noises. He's getting close, which is perfect since you feel your orgasm closing in. You want this stranger's cum deep inside you. You built this new body for your own pleasure. You built this body so you could have men like him. This man is only the first of those you will share it with. There will be many more loads of jism left inside you. He grabs your hips and pulls you to him, screams, and explodes. That is all you need, as waves of pleasure convulse you, undulate through you."

I again stepped out of the story and addressed my mother directly, "Come Mommy, come Mommy, come Mommy." 

She did. She cried out in unabashed abandon; her body shook in sensual rhythms. "Oh baby, I'm cumming!"

While she peaked and settled down I took her in my arms and added an epilogue.

"After the two of you came the young man offered you his phone number. You turned him down, it would never be that good with him again. If you want to fuck him, you know where to find him. In the parking lot you see the two teenagers screwing in the back of what must be one of their parent's SUVs. They're going at it hard; they learned something in the gym. Sex can be sweet, but it can also be vicious and hard. You go over and look, without embarrassment. The girl sees you and motions you to join them.

"Next time, we'll find out whether you did."

I started to get out of bed.

"Where are you going Buster?"

I pointed to my underpants, my rock hard penis evident. "This things needs my attention."

"And start this cycle over again Sorry Buster, you're going to bed with blue balls."

I got back in bed. I figured I'd quit while I was ahead.

* * * *

Over breakfast the next morning Mom presented me with my high school year book. 

"Who is the sweetest, least savvy, least experienced, cheerleader?"

I pointed out Janice Edmondson, a cute brunette with a winning smile who was as nice and as naive as she could be. She was so innocent that, as pretty as she was, I don't think anyone even tried to get in her pants. It wouldn't be right.

"And the nastiest?"

"Kim Walker." I pointed to a tall thin black girl. 

"Who is the faculty member in charge of the cheerleaders?"

I flipped over a few pages and pointed out Kathryn Lichter.

"Tell me about her."

"She teaches English. In her early thirties. As you can see, she has a dark complexion and tightly curled, almost black, hair. She keeps it short, but not too short. She's one not to hit the gym, but she's a regular jogger. She wears expensive clothes and is meticulous in her appearance. Not exactly pretty, but there is something sexy about her. When you're talking to her you get the feeling she is not quite wholly engaged, like a part of her is judging you. She's more cool and detached than peppy, which has always made her involvement with the cheerleaders a bit odd. However, over the last few years the squad's been rated among the best in the state. She must be doing something right. Word is that she is divorcing her musician husband.

"And why do you want to know?" I added.

"You'll find out."

While watching television that night Mom asked me to sit at the end of the couch, legs spread. She sat between them, her rump butting up against me. She started to move her ass, trying to get me aroused. She was successful, I was soon hard. Dad, sitting feet away, seemed oblivious. When the program ended she stood up. 

"I'm going to take a shower. Randy, give me about thirty minutes. And that hard tough piece of meet I put the spicy rub on, make sure it stays hard."

I looked over at Dad. His eyes never left the screen. "Yes, Mom."

Thirty minutes later I went upstairs, put my pyjamas on, and headed to the guest bedroom. My erection was evident. Mom held the sheet open and I slid under. Mom handed me my bottle of baby oil. 

"This, I believe, is your lubricant of choice. Put some on."

"How did you, oh never mind. It would be less messy if I pulled the sheet back."

"No way Buster."

"Do you and your football buddies have an after-hours way into the gym?"

"Yes," I answered. Copies of the key had been floating around among the athletes for years.

"Close your eyes."

"It's early Sunday morning, about 7:00 A.M. You had trouble sleeping and decide to make a quick run to the gym to pick up something you left behind after Friday's game. You hear a voice in the women's locker room and, curiosity getting the better of you, decide to investigate. You sneak in and see Ms. Lichter. It's bizarre, she appears to be wearing her college cheerleading outfit. She's yelling at someone.

"'Your awful, you want to be team captain? Your lucky to still be on the team. Do it again.'

"You see sweet little Janice, wearing black stiletto heels, thigh high black stockings, a shelf bra, and a belt. Hanging off the belt are two devices, one is in her vagina and the other is in her butt. There is a gym bag on the floor next to her. You see an empty office overlooking the locker room, its windows covered by blinds. From there you can safely spy on Ms. Lichter and Janice. You duck in the office and study the scene. There are metal clips on Janice's nipple. The look on her face is some sort of combination of lust and pain. She looks exhausted.

"Ms. Lichter walks over to her and smacks her breasts. Janice flinches. 'Slut, do a triple cart wheel.' She actually makes it through one, but can't balance herself on the heels and hits the concrete floor hard. 

"You look over at Ms. Lichter and notice how aroused she is. Her eyes are sinks of depraved lust and she, almost absent mindedly, fondles her breasts. It strikes you how useful a memorial of this event could be. You start recording it on your Iphone.

"Ms. Lichter walks over to Janice's prone body carrying a remote control. 'The only thing your good for is cumming, isn't it?'

"'Yes, Ma'am.'

"The locker room door opens and Kim walks up to Ms. Lichter. They exchange a long deep kiss. Looking down at Janice, Kim asks, 'How is our slut doing?'

"'A disaster as usual.' She hands Kim what appears to be a controller. 'Do you want to do the honors?' Kim starts to manipulate the box and Janice starts writhing on the floor. The device is some kind of battery-powered sex toy.

"Ms. Lichter looks down, 'Are your pussy and asshole heating up?' 

"'Yes Ma'am.'

"For the next several minutes Ms. Lichter watches Janice, who is moaning on the floor. "'Ma'am, may I touch myself,' she asks.

"'Yes, pumpkin.'

"Janice reaches between her legs and rotates the dildo in her pussy. At the same time she is pushing her ass against the floor, jamming whatever is in her ass deeper inside. She starts chanting, 'I love you Ma'am, I love you Ma'am."

I had not started jacking off in earnest yet, but was now.

"'Are you ready, pumpkin.'

"Janice answers, in a strained voice, "Yes Ma'am.'

"Ms. Lichter lifts her cheerleading skirt and straddles Janice. She is wearing nothing underneath and her pussy has been trimmed of all hair. She starts pissing. 

"'Time to cum, pumpkin.'

"As she is cascaded by the golden liquid, Janice is struck by an intense long-lasting orgasm, her body writhing on the floor. At the same time you can see her mouth open, trying to gobble down the urine, her tongue sliding across her cheeks and chin searching for drops she might have missed. Despite Janice's desperate efforts most of it gathers in her hair or spills off her tits.

"Kim turns off the remote control and Janice's convulsions finally stop. Breathing heavily, she lies contentedly in a puddle of Ms. Lichter's urine.

"'Pumpkin, my snatch is all messy. Gargle and then clean it off. After that eat Kim.'

"Janice reaches into the gym bag and pulls out a bottle of mouth wash. She came prepared for her own degradation. She gets on her knees and starts licking Ms. Lichter's pussy. After she cleans off all the urine she turns her attention to Kim, who has pulled up her skirt and is like Ms. Lichter, panty-less. As Janice focuses her attention on Kim's crotch, Ms. Lichter says to no one in particular, 'A sex slave is such a wonderful thing.'

"You can't resist the opening. You emerge from the office holding up the recording. 'Three is even better.'

"You look at Kim, who is recoiling, her face a mixture of shock and horror. Janice, in a tribute to those who trained her, continues servicing Kim's cunt. Ms. Lichter never loses her composure. She's been down this road before. She cooly holds your stare and then, her voice still husky and sexy, asks, 'What do you want?'

""Access to you and Kim whenever I want it. You shall also instruct Janice that I am, like you, her master.'

"'How do I know you will keep this a secret?'

"Ms. Lichter thinks about it for a few seconds and replies, 'Done, until at least I can counter-black mail you.'

"'Understood.'

"'I know your one of our students, but I don't know your name.'

"'Randy Nicholas.'

"She turned to Kim. "You'll fuck Randy whenever he wants you to.'

"You expect some resistance, but there is none. Lichter is in full control of her girls. "Yes, Ms. Lichter.' she says.




Becoming the Alpha Male



"Ms. Lichter then lifts Janice's head up. 'Pumpkin, you know Randy Nicholas here, don't you.'

"'Yes Ma'am.'

"'From now on he is going to be your master, just as I am.'

"'Yes Ma'am.' Her face returns to Kim's crotch.

"You watch for a few moments and then kneel behind Janice. You prepare to enter her from behind. When Janice senses your intent she lifts her ass, offering you her cunt.

"Ms. Lichter looks straight at you. 'You'll find her incredibly responsive and an excellent fuck.'

"You enter Janice is one smooth motion. Her pussy is a velvet vise. She is warm and soft and wet and she responds with enthusiasm, almost gratefully sliding her pussy around your cock. You can feel her body start to hum; it loves you inside. At the same time she is licking the length of Kim's slit, pausing at the top to pay special attention to her clitoris. Kim is starting to buck into Janice's mouth. She is also staring at Janice's ass and your hips, craning to catch a glimpse of your cock violating Janice's most private place."

By hand was flashing up and down my tool.

"Janice inserts one finger in Kim and instantly locates the g-spot. Kim's eyes grow wide as Janice starts to rub it.

"You look over at Ms. Lichter whose mouth is open, her tongue sliding across her lips, staring at the scene before her. You can figure a better use for that tongue. 'Ms. Lichter,' you tell her, 'suck Kim's tits.' She leans to her right and takes Kim's breast into her mouth. Kim had been holding Janice's head tight to her pussy with both hands. Now moaning, 'So good, so good, eat me....,' she shifts one hand to Ms. Lichter's head, holding her face to the breast. Then Kim looks straight at you as her orgasm hits. She lets out a groan that originates deep in her gut, shakes, and starts to slump backwards off the bench until Ms. Lichter steadies her.

"While Kim is squirting and Janice trying to drink it all, in, Janice keeps pushing back against you as you pound her pussy. You are trying not to cum, but don't know how much longer you can last. Janice's entire body is shaking, you can't understand why she hasn't exploded. Ms. Lichter, understanding your dilemma, explains. 'Randy, she requires permission, let her know it's okay.'

"'Cum toy,'" you instruct her, and she does, flopping on the floor before you like a fish out of water.

"You stand up and sit on the bench next to Ms. Lichter, motioning her to the floor. She understands. She takes your erection in her hands and lowers her mouth to it. She focuses on the head of your cock, placing her lips just beyond its head and sucking while swirling her tongue around the crown, occasionally stopping to probe your piss hole, almost as if she wants to see if she can force her tongue inside. You consider jamming it deep into her mouth, but the better part of you knows it's best to reach an accommodation with this woman, not force yourself on her.

"Your level of excitement is already so high that you are soon on the brink of an orgasm. Janice is on her knees, her face inches from the action, watching. She is fascinated. She has never seen her mistress suck a cock before, that has always been her responsibility. You tell Kim to kneel next to Janice. You place your hands on the sides of Ms. Lichter's head, lifting her mouth from your cock and with a sideward glance at Kim and Janice, instruct her to jerk you off. She starts fisting you."

By this point I was nearing my own orgasm. My hand was flying up and down the length of my throughly lubricated dick. I was trying my best to hold back, wanting to come in time with Mom's story. I reached under the sheet with my other hand to massage my testicles. 

"You look at Kim and Janice. They know what's coming. They want your cum on their faces. Their blatant need is pushing you over the edge."

I broke in, "Uhhh, unnn, so close Mom, so good, keep going."

"With her free hand Ms. Lichter starts to coddle your balls and you cum, spraying your seed on Kim and Janice. Your cum is on their eyelids, dripping from their noses, sitting on their lips. They lick each other's faces, trying to capture all your cum until Ms. Lichter tells them to stop. She pulls both girls faces to her mouth; she wants her share."

I can wait no longer, "COMMING MOM, FUCK, AHHHHHHH...." 

My hand fell limp from my cock while I caught deep mouthfuls of air to fill my heaving chest. 

Mom started masturbating. I was certainly going to take advantage of this.

"Are your fingers making you feel good?"

Her voice hurried, she said, "Yes, please don't ask me to stop."

"Don't worry Mom, I won't. I want you to imagine you come home one day. You were supposed to be in a hundred mile bicycle fund-raiser, but it was canceled at the last second. Let's say, bad weather. The house appears empty but there are glasses on tables and signs people have been there. You yell out and hear a reply in an unfamiliar voice from the master bedroom. A year ago you might have fled the house, but this is the new you: powerful, aggressive and self-confident. You walk into the bedroom and see Janice tied spreadeagled, face-up, naked on the bed.

"'Who might you be?' you ask.

"'Janice Edmonton.'

"'And Janice Edmonton, why are you tied to the bed?"

"'Because I am a sex-toy, a fuck-toy.'

"'Whose fuck-toy are you?'

"'My mistress and master.'

"'And their name are?'

"'I'm not allowed to say.'

"'Have you been fucking on this bed?'

"'Yes, I've been fucking and sucking.'

"'Where are the people you've been fucking and sucking with?'

"'They left about an hour ago. They didn't tell me where they were going. They said they would be,' she looks at the clock on the table next to the bed, 'back in about two hours.'

"'Do they do this to you often?'

"'Yes, they know how horny I get when they tie me up and leave. They like it when I get all worked up.'

"'Are you horny now?'

"You didn't really need to ask the question. A glance at her swollen labia, erect nipples, and damp vagina provide the answer. Looking at this beautiful young girl tied to your bed, her sexual depravity magnified by the innocence and sweetness of her manner, is turning you on. 

"'I'm very horny.'

"You start to remove your clothes. The girl's eyes study your body, lingering hungrily on your sexy powerful body. She absent-mindedly licks her lips and you can see the flow from her pussy increasing.

Mom was lying next me. I could see the motion of her hand rapidly moving against her sex. buffeting the blanket covering her body. 

I said, "Do you like my nighty-night story, Mom? Do you want me to continue?"

"Yes, you bastard."

"You drop your clothes to the floor. Janice looks at you. 'Are you Randy's Mommy?' 

"'Yes.' 

"'He told us you were hot and sexy. He was right. I love what you've done to your pussy.'

I interrupted the story for a second. "I guess I forget to mention that you trimmed your pubic hair into a neat rectangle. 

Back to the story: "You walk over to the bed and, toying with her nipples, ask, 'Fuck toy Janice, what are your instructions today? Who are you supposed to fuck and suck with?'

"'Whoever comes over.'

"'That would include me then, wouldn't it.'

"'Yes Randy's Mommy.'

"You climb on the bed and straddle Janie's face, facing her feet, and lower your sex. She blows a stream of air against you, sending shivers up your back. You stop, deciding to savor this treatment. When you feel your juice dipping onto her face, you drop down again to smother her with your sex. As you do so you feel her shift. She starts nibbling your butt. Janice is a well-trained sex toy. She must have leaned her head way back, so you rock slightly forward to give her easier access. Her tongue starts rimming your asshole. She tries to force it inside, but the angle is wrong and she cannot do so. You lean a little further back and are rewarded with her tongue forcing itself into your butt.

"After taking the time to enjoy what she is doing, you center your sex above her face. She doesn't immediately focus on your vagina or clitoris, but instead licks along the length of your labia, skipping your clitoris, to pay attention to the sensitive area above it. You are squirming and moaning. You want more and you want it now.

"You set your vagina directly on her mouth. 'Tongue fuck me.'

"Janice does as she is told. As she alternates among pistoning her tongue inside you, exploring your snatch's interior, and licking the face of your vagina, you marvel at her endurance. She goes on and on; any man would have by now been whining about his tongue being worn out, but Janice keeps going, hungrily exploring your cunt. Whoever trained this little bitch has done a marvelous job. You decide to play with her. 

"You lift yourself up. You hear Janice moan. You look at the mirror and see her straining her neck, her tongue fully extended, trying to reach you. You look at her cunt. It's inflamed and coated with a lush flow of her juices.

"You consider torturing her longer, but your need to have your pussy eaten is stronger. This time you sit hard on her face. You know she must have trouble breathing, which turns you on. You wonder if you could actually smother her with your pussy. But her tongue and lips are frantically pleasuring your sex. If you did that she couldn't finish the job, which is what you really need."

By this time Mom was approaching her own orgasm. Her head had rolled back on her pillow, her mouth partially open, her tongue moving across her lips, her eyes unfocussed and eyelids droopy. In contrast, her hands were moving quickly under the sheet accompanied by a series of low moans, "Ahh,... ahh, ... ahh,... ahh...."

I stepped out of the story for a moment to involve Mom directly in it.

"Mom, are you ready for Janice to lick your clittie."

"YES!"

"You decide not to smother Janice. You may even want to talk to her owners about borrowing her. Instead you repeatedly slide your vagina, labia, and clit hard across her face, basking in the pressure of her flattened nose and still active mouth and tongue on your sex. Finally you lift slightly and Janice, sensing your need, focuses on your clitoris, sucking it into her mouth while lapping it with tongue, greedily bathing it in her juicy mouth. You look in the bedroom mirror. You have never seen anything so erotic in your life; your perfect new body, which you have honed to perfection, straddling a sweet high school girl, tied to the bed, eating your pussy. Waves of pleasure stream through your body. You are fucking majestic, a Valkyrie, a sexual predator....

Mom's hips jerked up in the air as she exploded next to me, her head jerked, her voice strained. "Goddamn, coming, fuck, shitttttt.......''

I held her as she came, relaxed, and gradually returned to the normal. Then I started kissing her while running my hands over her body, touching her sensuously but avoiding her breasts and privates. Our lips played against each other, then I started caressing hers with my tongue. She responded. Finally, I tried to slip my tongue into her mouth, but she wouldn't let me. I broke the kiss.

She put her head on my shoulder while wrapping her arm across my chest. "I'm not sure I'm ready for that yet."

We lay together awhile longer when Mom asked, "Are you comfortable with what is happening with us?" 

I took a second. I needed to treat this seriously. I also had to re-frame the inquiry, make it about her and not about us.

I kissed the top of her head. "Yes, I do. I like the smart, sexy, strong woman in bed with me. I've loved watching you over the last months, seeing you take control of your life and body. You're the most exciting woman I know. But the real question is not whether I'm happy with the changes, it's whether you are. I love my new Mom, this powerful assertive Mom. How do you feel about her?"

"Wonderful. It's as if I'm being reborn."

"Then let that woman do what feels right to her. Make your own rules."