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Man of the House Ch. 02

By: clearwinston



Megan did not disappoint. If I hadn't known what she was here for I would have thought she was hot. Since I knew, however, my brain fired into fantasy mode. Like that iconic Phoebe Cates red bikini scene, I could practically see Megan walking toward me in slow motion, pulling her tank top over her head.

"Hey, Cory," she said with that incredible smile. Her teeth were glowing white against her dark pink lip gloss and dark skin. Her medium brown hair was twisted up in an impromptu bun, held in place with a pencil. I'd never figured out how that worked, but girls knew how to do that shit.

"Hey, Megan," I replied, trying to act nonchalant. Note to self: send memo to penis reminding it to act nonchalant. "What are you girls up to?"

"What do you care, Cory?" Erin blurted out. I was immediately shocked, as was Megan. "Do you want to do your nails with us?"

"Geez, sorry," I replied.

"Ease up, Erin. He was just asking," Megan defended. She gave me a quick smile. "We're just going to lay out. Maybe swim a little. Why don't you join us?"

"He can't." Erin sounded irritated.

"Shut up, Erin. I'm talking to Megan." I turned to Megan. "Wish I could. I've got two tests and a paper this week, so..."

"Too bad," she replied.

"Yeah, too bad," mocked my sister.

I just rolled my eyes before grabbing another can of soda from the fridge and headed toward the stairs. I turned at the bottom of them and said, "I'll be upstairs if you need anything, Megan. Erin, if you need anything, I'm not home." They both laughed and Erin flipped me the bird. I winked at her since Megan wasn't looking, and got a quick wink back.

The window in my room overlooked the backyard and as soon as I got there I opened my window so Megan wouldn't hear it when they were outside. I was sitting at my computer checking e-mail and not wanting to get too involved in anything else, when I heard the sliding glass door downstairs open and close while the girls' voices chattered and laughed. I stood up and went to the window to see, but they hadn't yet moved out to the sun. The shade of the house extended out close to the edge of the pool, but the sun was still shining on three sides of it so they could still tan and would be in plain sight.

"Sorry about Cory," I heard Erin say. "I was kind of hoping we wouldn't be disturbed."

"It's cool. You're so lucky, Erin. He's hot. I was hoping he would join us at least for a little while so I could see him in his swimsuit."

"Eww! God, Megan, he's my brother!"

"Still, though. Tell me you don't think he's cute. Our secret, I swear."

"I mean, yeah, he's a good-looking guy, but he's my brother. I don't really notice much past that."

"Maybe you should leave so I can have some time alone with him. I'll tell you what I find out." They both laughed at that, Erin still pushing that it was gross to think about.

"Let's go for a swim and cool off before we get overheated." Megan emphasized the word "overheated"

"Mmm. Too late," replied Erin. "Let's move the lounge chairs into the sun first." I heard the squealing scrape of the metal chairs being dragged across the concrete decking for a few seconds before a couple splashes from the pool. For the next few minutes I watched as my sister and her best friend/pussy pal swam and played, chattering about school and the people they knew there. This was how they had always related to each other. I wondered how this transitioned into a lesbian relationship.

It didn't matter. All that mattered right now was what I was hoping to experience. I still hadn't decided on whether I was just going to watch from here or to somehow get involved. I had no plan. I had no idea how to pull this off. Even with Erin inviting me to it privately, how would I introduce myself into their relationship in such a way that would seem more natural and unassuming. I knew I could go to the kitchen and get a drink and come out to check on them and that would all be fine, but then what? This wasn't some cheap porn where I walked out and spouted some stupid euphemism upon discovering my sister and her friend rug-munching. This was real.

One story below, Erin and Megan were continuing to swim and talk.

"Megan," I heard Erin ask, "I'm worried about Cory."

Shit! I thought. What is she doing?

"How so?" Megan asked.

"He's changed. Maybe it's stress or something, but he's just different."

"You're gonna have to be more specific."

"Promise you won't tell anyone."

"Promise."

"I mean it, Megan. You have to give me your word that this doesn't go anywhere," Erin sounded dead serious.

"I promise, Erin. Hand up." Megan sounded just as serious.

"Okay. Well, you know about my asshole dad and how he treats mom."

"Yeah."

"Yesterday I came home and apparently Cory had kicked the shit out of him because he was beating up on mom again. When I came home he and Mrs. W. were cleaning her up and I had to clean blood out of the carpet and mom had to clean up Cory's hand."

"Wow. Cory beat up your dad?"

"That's what I'm told. I've never seen him that stressed or upset before. Another thing, though..." She stopped talking. I was watching out the window and she looked upset. Distraught.

"Yeah?" Megan touched her arm and had a sympathetic look on her face.

"Well...I'm afraid Cory...likes me." She sounded embarrassed.

"Likes you?"

"You know. Like he thinks I'm pretty and I just get the feeling that he likes me as more than a sister."

"Like, you think he wants you?"

"I don't know. Maybe I'm just being stupid."

"What makes you say that?" Megan asked.

"Because I'm his sister and he wouldn't..."

"No," she interrupted. "Not what makes you think you're being stupid. What makes you think he likes you...wants you...whatever?"

"I catch him looking at me, you know? Like, a couple nights ago I was lying on the couch in my tank and shorts and he was staring a little. When I caught him, he turned away like he was embarrassed or like I had caught him or something. And now he either makes excuses to be with me when he never would before, or he makes excuses not to be near me. It just doesn't feel right."

"Maybe, but you've had boys fall over themselves to be with you. How does Cory compare?"

"I don't know. I guess if he was just some guy or even a friend it would be different. But he's my brother. It's just...weird."

What the hell? I thought. Why is she telling her this stuff? Megan's going to think I'm a perv.

"There's two ways you can deal with this, if you ask me."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. First you can ignore it. He's 22, you're 19. You're both sexual, both attractive, both young, and you live in a small space together. There's a pretty good chance these things are going to happen. You're going to notice each other. It will pass in time if you leave it alone."

"You think so?"

"Sure."

"What's the second way?" Erin asked.

"The second way is a little more tricky. You need to address it with him. Sit him down and talk to him. If you clear the air, it may be awkward for a while, but I think you will ultimately be closer. Listen, Travis and I went through something similar a couple of years ago and we talked it out and it helped. It was weird because we're twins but still knowing it was there helped us address it. Listen to what Cory has to say, express your concerns and try to work it out."

"You and Travis went through this?"

"Yep. And that goes nowhere, by the way."

"Promise."

"So, Erin, apart from Cory being your brother, how do you feel about him...you know, checking you out?" Megan had a smile in her voice.

Erin hung her head with a smile. "Megan! God!"

"What?" she laughed. "Apart from being your brother. Honestly. And this goes nowhere. No judgment."

"Honestly? I kind of like it. I have to wrestle with myself knowing that he's both my brother and just another guy. As a guy, it's nice to be noticed. It's just as my brother that it's weird."

"Makes sense. I can tell you as someone who is not Cory's sister, that given the chance, I would ride him like a rodeo pro." Megan busted up laughing at Erin's response.

Erin squealed, buried her face in her hands and blurted, "Ewww, don't say that!"

Megan moved toward Erin a little closer and hugged her close. I couldn't tell what was going on under the water, but my sister wrapped both arms around Megan's shoulders and pulled her close. She was facing me and Megan had her back to me. Erin looked up toward my window and smiled. I didn't know if she could see me because I wasn't right up against the window, just in case.

"Are you ready to get out?" Erin asked her friend.

"Mm, yeah." Megan backed away and swam toward the steps, my sister following close behind. When Megan stood up I watched the water run down her long brown hair and over her tanned skin, now shining in the sunlight. As soon as she stepped up and her ass broke the surface of the water, my sister's hands reached out to stroke it through the white bikini bottoms Megan was wearing. Megan turned and gave her a smile.

Erin followed behind in a black bikini, her skin reflecting the sun and drawing my attention to her body in the same way it did to Megan. The two girls were different in many ways, but both sexy as hell. While Erin was thin and lean and toned with blonde hair and blue eyes, small breasts and long tan legs, Megan was shorter and had a more stout build. Still firm and tone, but her legs were shorter and at least looked thicker, her ass was also more rounded and stuck out further than Erin's. Megan's brown hair reached halfway down her back and she usually wore it in a pony tail, at least for the times I saw her, but on a few occasions I've seen it loose and it hangs more heavily to one side as she seems to brush it back and over with her fingers. Her breasts are a little more full than Erin's but are not large. In her bikini they seem perky, but round and a little heavier. Right then her nipples were plainly visible poking through the white fabric of her bikini top, casting small shadows on the fabric.

When the two girls reached the lounge chairs, Erin bent down and grabbed the towel before dropping it open and drying Megan slowly. Megan took the towel from Erin and returned the favor. Neither said a word. Apparently it wasn't necessary. It also wasn't necessary for them to speak in order for me to get a raging erection. I couldn't believe how sensual it was watching two girls dry each other after a swim. Both had released their hair before coming outside so now it hung loosely and wet over their backs and they each combed it out, straight back before tossing the combs into the bags on the deck.

Still without a word, Megan picked up a clear brown bottle of tanning oil and handed it to Erin before turning her back and holding her hair up with one hand. Both girls were facing me now, my sister directly behind her friend. Erin reached up and pulled the string on the back of Megan's top, causing the top to become loose, the white triangles of fabric dangling over each breast like an apron. Megan's free hand cupped one breast while her forearm covered the other before Erin pulled the string at Megan's neck and two strings came forward to drape over Megan's arm and hand. The short brunette stood like that for a short while as her blonde friend slathered her in oil across her back and shoulders. Megan closed her eyes and had a gentle smile at my sister's touch, but didn't move.

Still not saying a word, Erin added more oil and worked it down the brunette's lower back and around her sides. "There," I heard her say. "My turn." Megan turned around and removed her top, tossing it onto one of the lounge chairs. With her back to me, I was able to see her toned back shining in the sun, the oil creating a soft sheen. Her hair had dropped back to cover the top of her back to her shoulder blades. She took the bottle from Erin as she turned around and Megan's first act was to untie the black string from her back, causing the strings to dangle at her ribs for a moment while she untied the string at Erin's neck. My sister tossed her top onto the lounge chair and held her hair up with one hand, giving her friend unfettered access to her back. Megan repeated the process of applying the oil and within a few seconds, both girls had matching shiny backs and shoulders.

Almost as if they were synchronized, they moved toward the lounge chairs and Erin lay back with Megan sitting on the foot of the chair. She worked lotion up each of Erin's legs, enjoying the opportunity to touch her, it appeared. I loved watching her hands travel up and around each leg, coating them in oil. Erin's face betrayed her bliss, changing to wry smiles, gasps of pleasure, and light moans. "Mmm, I love your touch. You know what I need." Her nipples were hard as Megan touched her. 

"I haven't even really touched you yet," I heard Megan say. She put the bottle down on the deck and grasped the waistband of Erin's bikini at each hip, pulling it down as Erin lifted her hips, exposing herself to the young brunette. Megan quickly and smoothly pulled the black fabric down over the blonde's feet and tossed it onto the other lounge chair. "Oh, there you are," she said to my sister's crotch. This made Erin giggle. 

Megan picked up the bottle and poured some more oil into her hand before rubbing her hands together and leaning in to apply the oil to Erin's arms and shoulders before moving down to her breasts. Refilling her hands with oil as needed, she continued to work over my sister's body. She was being flirty and caressed the young blonde, but didn't stop to fondle her. Soon she had covered her entire body except for the area where the bikini had covered just a minute ago. Again, reapplying the oil, Megan began grazing her friend's hips and mound, the pubic hair glowing golden in the sun, enhanced by the tanning oil. She never spread her legs, surprisingly, but at the prompting of her lover, turned over onto her stomach. Immediately the brunette worked more oil into her girlfriend's rear end, squeezing and stroking, now beginning to ramp up the pleasure in both of them.

To this point I had still seen nothing more of Megan. Though topless, she had kept her back to me since the minute she had turned around to begin oiling up my sister. That was about to change.

Erin rolled back over and stood up off to the side of the lounge, allowing Megan to take her place. As soon as her friend turned around to take her seat, I saw her breasts for the first time. As I suspected, they were amazing. A little fuller than Erin's, but not much. And pert. They fit her frame well. The nipples were not very big and were a dark pink. Just like Erin, Megan had no tan lines on her breasts, so they were just as dark as the rest of her (at least what I had seen so far).

Again, Erin repeated the movements that Megan had used on her to spread tanning oil over her skin, starting with her legs before removing Megan's white bikini bottoms and then covering her front in oil. When Erin removed her bikini, it was like a white veil being removed to display a much-anticipated work of art to an excited audience. Both Erin and I were excited apparently. Sadly I was too far away to get a good look, but I could definitely see that she had a neatly-trimmed triangle of dark hair, trimmed much the same as Erin's was. And again, no tan lines.

So there they were. Two beautiful young women, tanned, oiled up, excited, and I knew I had been invited by both of them. But something was holding me back. I couldn't place my finger on it. Maybe, I thought, I should wait a few minutes and let them get worked up before I go. But I knew I was just fooling myself. I was scared, plain and simple. As much as I would love to see Megan up close and as much as I would love to be their third ingredient, I still didn't know that I should.

I continued to watch as Erin leaned in to kiss Megan and Megan's arms wrapped around her. Erin held herself up with one hand, her hips shifting back and forth, and her other hand covered Megan's breast. I saw one of Megan's hands withdraw to the front and knew she was touching Erin in much the same way. I could barely hear the occasional moan, but the distance and outside noises made it difficult. My eyes were transfixed on Erin's ass as she rolled it while they kissed, her pussy peeking out from between the globes of her ass. It was a beautiful site.

I was tempted to go down to the pool. So tempted. But I was still afraid. While Erin says that Megan would screw me if I wanted, and I knew Erin would do it again, I was worried that it may not go as planned if we were all there together. Erin already let on that she would need to be upset, and she had set that tone a little already, feigning annoyance at Megan even mentioning an invitation. I also didn't know if Megan would freak out if either Erin or I expressed sexual interest in each other. I knew Erin had mentioned a suspected attraction and Megan had seemed cool with it, but if it came down to action, what kind of wrench would that throw in it? If nothing else, what would that do to their relationship? And could I focus on Megan only if needed, denying myself the opportunity to stick my dick into my sister if Megan did act panicky? While Erin and I had talked about the possibility, we didn't discuss the details and I hadn't had time to process through everything in the short time that Megan had been here.

While I was wrestling through options and opportunity, Erin had buried her face in Megan's crotch, drawing moans and mumbled expletives from the tiny brunette. As she worked, Erin had snaked her hand up to touch herself and I could see her middle finger stroking and plunging into herself from between her thighs. She was apparently very good at what she did because Megan was beginning to increase in her expressions of appreciation. I finally heard her speak more clearly.

"Fuck, Erin, that feels good. Lick it." Megan had a hand on the back of my sister's head and I could hear her respond with muffled moans. After a few minutes the brunette encouraged her blonde lover to continue on. "Right there. Mmmgod! You're about to make me cum!" Within seconds, she arched a little, doing ab crunches against my sister's face. Soon enough she dropped back onto the lounger and the hand on my sister's head flopped to the side, her arm sticking almost straight out to the side like she was preparing to be stuck for a blood test. Her face was content and a smile crept in before her mouth was covered with my sister's lips.

"So," Erin said, "are you hungry?"

"Always," replied Megan.

Rather than switching places, Erin moved to stand and Megan slid down so that her feet were on the deck, her knees bent, and she lay flat on her back like she had been sitting on the chair when it just collapsed backward. This put her head in the center of the chair and Erin knelt over face, her knees pressing into the cushions on either side of Megan's head. Not long after she lowered herself, I heard her gasp. She was facing away from me and she looked amazing. And so did Megan, gripping Erin's ass and squeezing as her own hips thrust up at nothing occasionally.

Any doubt I had was put to rest when Erin looked over her shoulder at my window, smiling, and beckoned me with a crooked finger, calling me to come join them. She had to have seen me, or maybe she just assumed I was watching because she soon turned back around to concentrate on her own pleasure.

It was now or never. If that was the invitation I was looking for, I was hoping that Erin would give me some instruction when I got down there so I didn't screw it up. I quickly removed my shirt and walked downstairs. Okay, so I practically ran down the stairs and into the living room. As soon as I saw the glass door, I knew I was supposed to go. Apparently although she had closed the door, she had left it open just wide enough for me to slip through. I was right at the door when Erin saw me and smiled. I slipped through the crack in the door and stepped outside. 


Man of the House Ch. 02



I awoke to my wife standing over me. "Good morning sweetie hope you slept well," she said.     

"Jen what the hell has been going on here, have you and your parents all gone mad?" 

"Settle down Tom, you watched the video and you know very well what's going on. Now get up and get dressed, your late for breakfast." She then turned and pranced out the room. 

Ah hell. looks like im going to have to work hard if im going to win at this game.

I got up and dressed. Looking in the mirror I saw a man who looks like he has been up all night drinking. Other than the drinking, it was a good guess. "Well let the games begin then, he wants to play, I'll show him how to fuck with peoples heads." I pulled on my shoes and headed down the stairs.     

"Good morning honey, hope you had a good time last night watching me on the big screen." Deb my mother said greeting me at the kitchen table with a big smile on her face. My eyes went straight to her chest, I couldn't help but think back to last nights show on the TV. Thoughts of her with that vibrator buried deep in her snatch moaning like a whore made my dick start to stir.   

"Have a seat here and let me serve you something good," She said as she led me to the table.  I ran my eyes down and eyed her fine ass cheeks as she turned to the counter to get me a plate. She served me steak and eggs with a black coffee, one of my favorite meals especially for breakfast. I ate greedily and polished it all off in less than ten minuets.  

"What's for desert Deb?" I asked with a slight grin.  

"That depends on you my dear, its time for you to make a decision. Come on lets join Jen in the living room."   

We got up and headed into the living room where my wife was waiting on the couch. I walked over to the big chair in the center of the room and was stopped by both of the girls at once. 

"That chair is only to be used by the man of the house," said Deb. "He does not allow his girls to set in it."

"Well I'm not one of his girls yet I can set where I want," I said. 

I had a seat in the big chair and the girls looked at each other with unease, "so lets have it, what is this all about girls?"

"Well Tom," Deb began, "you have a chance here to be a part of something that will bring your life great joy an purpose, you will be able to live here free of the stress of work and the dangers of the world. You have a chance to live out every sexual fantasy you could imagine, eat the finest foods, and see the world as you have never dreamed." 

"And what do I have to do in Return?"

"Well sweetie," Jen started, "you watched daddy's video last night, you can pretty much take from what you saw on the other videos and pictures. You will be one of daddy's girls, one of his play things to do with as he sees fit."

"I don't think I can just give up all my life and self to another man. I have never even had a fantasy about being with another man, how can he expect me to just drop every thing and be his slave? Jen I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you, I don't want to loose you."

"Then you will have to be a good little girl and do what you are told, the only way you can be with my daughter now is to submit your self to the man of the house." 

"Really sweetie," Jen said, "it's the only way. I belong to him and him only, he will let you be with me and share my bed as long as you play by his rules. Submit yourself and become his."

Debra stood up and walked over to me, Jen followed. "Its time for you to decide." Jen and Deb then started striping off their cloths. They striped off quickly, no strip tease here more like they had bees in their pants. They both stood in front of me side by side naked as the day they were born. 

"The choice is yours Tom what's it going to be," Deb said, "either pack up and go, or agree to take the oath." I sat there for a moment enjoying the view of my beautiful wife and her mother, there beautiful tits swaying ever so slightly. The smell of there sex in the air, I cleared my throat. 

"Looks like you guys have me up against the wall here, I love my wife with all my heart and there is no way I will ever walk out on her. Even if it meant I have to give in here and play by Larry's rules. I will submit to Larry, I will take his oath and I will do what ever he wishes of me."

"Oh my god mommy I'm so happy." Jen shouted as she ran to me and smothered my neck with kisses. Deb also came to my side and planted a big kiss on my lips, forcing her tongue halfway down my throat. 

"We are going to have so much fun kids, Tom you are in for the time of your life. I'm going to call Larry and give Him the good news." Deb ran off leaving me and Jen alone in the living room. 

"You had better get out of daddy's chair he won't like it one bit, and you don't want to start off on the wrong foot with daddy." I got up and Jen said she was happy that this was all over and that I was making the right choice, once I had adjusted to live as one of daddies girls I would be happier than I had ever been in my life.

Deb returned to the room, "hey you guys break it up. Jen lets get upstairs and get everything ready to make Tom over for tonight. Larry is so excited he said we will have a big celebration tonight after Tom takes his oath. Have a seat Tom but not in the big chair," Deb said as they scampered off upstairs to do what ever it is they have planed for me. Whatever it is that they have planned they are barking up the wrong tree if they think I will be going anywhere near Larry's naked body, ick what am I going to do here I think Larry is going to expect more from this arrangement than I can give. 

About twenty minuets passed and the girls yelled down to me to come up. I made my way up the stairs, where they were waiting for me in the master bedroom. Jenny motioned me in and I followed. Once inside I had a look around. On the bed was a red dress, panties, and matching bra. Also a blond wig with large curly locks.

"What's all this?" I asked.

"Its your dress wear for tonight dear," said Deb waiving her hand over the outfit.

"Wait a minuet im no cross dresser, and I really don't think I would look good in all that anyway. You know I don't exactly have the smoothest legs in the world."

"That wont be a problem in a bit, your see daddy dose not allow hair on any of his girls from the eyelashes down."

"Wait just a minuet."

"No you just settle down Tom. You agreed to this and we have to make you over so daddy can take you as one of his girls." Deb said raising her voice.

"Have a seat on the bed babe," Jen pointed next to the dress. 

I sat down as Deb walked over to the her dresser. "I had hopped you would take to this a little easer but sometimes we all need a little help Tom." Debora pulled out the little bag of pot from the drawer, she stepped into the restroom and returned with a water pipe. After filling the pipe with a generous amount of reefer, she took out a small vial of pink liquid and dropped a fair amount on the pot. 

"What is that." I asked? 

"Oh just a little something Larry gets from an Asian friend of his. it will make this whole process go a lot easer." She held the water pipe out to me, I took it as she lit a match. I took a deep draw and as the smoke filled my lungs I at once felt giggly. "One more hit dear."

"But mom that's too much!"

"Keep quiet, I've been doing this for years hun I know what I'm doing." I took another hit and the room went dark for a few seconds. When I snapped back I was completely undressed and didn't have a hair on my body.

"What the hell was in that shit I giggled?"

"Don't you worry now sweetie." Deb said as she rubbed lotion on my chest. You have to remember to keep lotion on your nipples, Larry loves to play rough with his girls nipples. They will get very sore if you don't keep lotion on them." 

" Ok." I said as I giggled at every word is said and every thought I had. 

"I told you that was too much mom , if he giggles like that tonight daddy wont like it."

"Hush now dear, your father will like him just fine. It takes a few doses to the pink pony to get over the bad effects of it. Its best to get him started with a strong dose so he can get used to it. Once it takes its hold on him he will be putty in daddies hands, let me show you. Tom what would you rather do suck on my tities or suck on Larry's dick?"

I thought about it my brain was wanting to say suck on your tittys, but the thought of sucking on Larry's dick was what was making my dick start to burn. "which ever you want Deb," I blurted out.

"Suck on which ever Larry wants is what you really mean isn't is Tom?" 

"Whatever Larry wants, all I want is to please him." I couldn't believe the words that were coming out of my mouth. I was screaming other things in my mind but my body was betraying me. I was blurting out what Deb was wanting me to say and couldn't help myself. 

"See Jen he will play nice now, I will give him another dose in a few hours. I'm going down to start supper Larry will be home in a couple of hours" Finish up here and make sure he looks nice and pretty before you come down." 

"Ok mom," Jenny said as she plopped down beside me.

"Alright sweetie its time to get you dressed." Jenny slid over to the bed and picked up the little pink thong that lay there. "Here we go lets try these on," she said with a giggle. As I slid the lacey little thong up my legs I couldn't help but get a little excited.

"What do you think he is gong to expect from me Jen?"

"Oh he wont be too rough on you, daddy likes to take his time with his girls. He likes them to know that they have no choice but to give in to there deepest sexual desires." 

"What do you mean give in? If I'm not gay how can it be my desire?"

"You see sweetie, daddy knows how to make people do things that they themselves never knew they wanted." Jenny slid the red dress up my arms and fitted the bottom around my ass. "You just have to do as you are told, its just that simple, you are now daddies little sissy bitch. He will make you his sissy cock sucker and you will love nothing more than to suck his dick and eat his cum." She zipped up the back of my dress and patted me on the ass. This belongs to him, you had better get used to the idea." I was starting to have some very strange thoughts as I stood there in that dress, she fitted a set of high heels on me then a wig. This is so strange could I be queer, I've never had thoughts like this before this cant be true. Jenny pulled a long straight blond wig down over my hair and smiled at me. 

"You look like a little princess, I cant wait to tell daddy what a princess you have become. He will be here before long I cant wait."

"What will happen when he gets here, how will this all go?"

"You just do as you are told, and be a good little sissy and everything will be all right."

Jenny finished up with some makeup and fake eyelashes. "There you go," she said. "You look like you are ready for a night to remember." She stepped to the door and unlocked it. "Mom will be up before long, daddy should be here by now. "She will give you something to help make this go better for you, I'll see you down stairs in a little bit." She blew me a kiss and stepped out the door.

About ten minuets passed and my mother Deb opened the door and stepped in. "Oh my goodness Jenny was right you do look like a little princess." 

I blushed, "I don't feel much like one though" I smarted. 

"Well I have something right here to fix that for you, stand up and turn facing the bead." I did as I was told, watching out of the corner of my eye, she went over to one of the dresser drawers and got out a bottle of pink liquid and a hypodermic needle. She filled the needle with the pink fluid and walked over to me. "Bend over and place your hands on the bed." I did just that and she hiked up my dress and sunk the needle into my left ass cheek. "There you go babe that should take care of any doubts you have." She pulled up my dress and told me to have a seat. "Now its almost show time me, and Jenny are going to go and get ready. We will be up to get you when all is set. Now remember you have to be on your best behavior, address Larry as sir until you have taken your oath. After you have taken your oath you will address him as sir master or daddy, never by anything else unless you are told to. Is this all clear?" I nodded yes. "Good just stay put there and we will be back for you before you know it." Debora walked out the room, leaving me there with the strange pink drug running through my veins. I was starting to get hot, I don't know if it is the drug or just being embarrassed about what all has taken place. Where is this all going to end up, why am I having these strange feelings, guess I'm about to find out. 

To be continued in part three



Man Of The House Ch. 02



Karen was recovering on the couch. She must have passed-out for a short while or hopefully, had just awaken from a terrible nightmare. No such luck. As her eyes focused, she saw her son Mike, kneeling next to her. Alternately rubbing her trimmed bush and sliding his long, bony fingers into her sore, wet pussy. Karen worked to analyze what and why this all took place. Her son was laughing menacingly and in a harsh voice, calling her his "cum-slave" and "fuck-toy." Her butt was sore from the spankings he had administered and there was an unmistakable taste of cum in her throat and semen drying on her chin and puddling in her ample cleavage. 

Mike, her twenty-two year old son, was naked. His breathing hard and his dark hair disheveled. His tanned skin was flushed and sweaty, but it was his cock that caught her attention. Standing straight-out 8-9 inches and impossibly thick she had the curious impression that she could not have ever taken such a monster in either her vagina or her mouth. In her fantasies, it was always a huge cock she craved. And in her night-stand she kept a big rubber dildo that she rubbed against both sets of lips. But now, the very real, very enormous cock belonging to her son, was eliciting emotions in her body that should not be there. 

She tried to recreate in her mind, what exactly had happened. Karen had been playfully spanked by other men, but never had her ass been smacked so hard and so often that she needed to keep the pressure on her hips instead of her butt. And though she had pleased her ex-husband and earlier lovers with her mouth, no one had ever been allowed to finish inside her. But, now Michael was finger-fucking her and calling her names that she had never imagined. And for some bewildering reason, fluids were running down her thighs, her nipples stood erect to the touch, aching to be squeezed, and each nasty name set off sparks in her mind. "Can this really be my son?"

"Good Karen, You're awake", he started. No longer bothering to call her "mother." "I think you came so hard the last time, that you passed-out. Now that you understand the new rules, let's start lesson #2." Mike stroked his thick meat like it was a trophy and slapped it sharply against her chin and cheeks. His mind now flush with power and excitement.

"What lesson, what rules?...please Mike?" She slithered towards the back of the couch but this served no purpose. Mike grabbed a handful of her jet-black hair in his strong hand and twisted her head back so that Karen was staring up at him as he hovered over her. 

"Lesson #2 bitch, suck my cock and balls and beg me to give you my seed." Karen nearly swooned. She attempted to clamp her teeth shut and close her moist dark eyes. One swift slap across her cheek ended that brief show of resistance. "Do you need more discipline or are you ready to proceed?"

Karen saw clearly now that her life has been one continuous stream of orders given and meek submission; her husband, her boss and now suddenly, her son. Men used her body literally or figuratively. This time though, things seemed a bit different. Her body and soul had been empty for so long, and she had only been going through the motions. It felt good to have a man issue orders to her, again. Though the little angel of her subconscience nagged at her, still. "This is incest", she struggled with the thought. "My son fucked me, and now wants me... no, demands, that I suck his swollen cock and beg for the pleasure of it." She sensed him gripping her ears and positioning his fleshy beast at her lips. Her surrender was now total. The wave of anticipation building in her was like a volcano. 

Mike's bulging penis slid roughly into her mouth, Karen was amazed at the sensation she experienced here and between her legs. He started gently but it was not long until the pumping increased and he grasped her shoulders to gain leverage. "Open wider, I'm gonna fuck your mouth like a whore and give you a load of sweetness." She knew he expected her to swallow, but she couldn't. The gagging and choking forced his cock out and in his wrath, he directed a long stream of jism over her lovely face. The salty ropes of goo sprayed in her black hair and splashed onto her dark brows. Thick gobs of milky semen slowly stole down her face and clung in long strands from her chin. Gravity then forced these strings to fall onto her neck and chest. Mike milked his tool and squirted still more cum onto Karen's plump tits and belly. 

When his cock grew soft, he began like an artist with finger-paints, to spread his cum all over her heaving breasts and blushing cheeks and nose. He scooped gobs of gooey cum from her body and forced her to lick them off his fingers. He reached behind her head and bent her neck forward and compelled her to lap the cum from off her swollen nipples. "Now clean me off and suck me 'till I'm hard again. Put a nice shine on it, I want you to keep my cock hard and warm." Once more, Mike's long, thick member snaked its way down her throat. 

"Why am I so excited? How can I be so thrilled to be forcibly raped by my own son? I've had fantasies of being held down, and in dreams I've been called whore and bitch...but incest and rape should not get me so wet!" 

Mike's cock grew amazingly large again, the bulbous head and straining veins looked unreal as it plunged into her like a piston, her saliva smoothing and greasing its path. She took a deep breath and resigned herself to her fate. Karen wrapped her hand around his enormous cock and worked her fingers up the length of his shaft. His cock glistened with her spit and her long fingers, the pink nails shiny from cum, worked furiously to pump more semen from the tip. "Karen, tell me what you want and do it correctly." 

With a deep sigh and in a little-girl voice, she replied, "Please Michael, fill me up, your bitch wants you to fuck her and let her pleasure you in any way you choose." It was impossible to tell who was getting the most excited but certainly Karen was near orgasm and Mike was in dreamland. 

He yanked her from the couch and on to her knees. "Show me what you've learned, you horny slut." With just the slightest hesitation, Karen stroked his blood engorged tool, the purple knob throbbing. She greedily sucked it into her mouth and slurped it hungrily down. She loved the rough skin sliding in and out. She loved the sensation of this huge prick pounding the back of her throat. And she loved that she could give a man, even this particular man, her son, such an amazing feeling. A switch was thrown. Karen was now a sub. 

Secure in that knowledge, she let her son's cock pop out of her lewd mouth. Her pink lipstick was smeared all over her face. Cum was drying on her chin and flaking off her tits and stomach. The image drove her passion, she felt invigorated and wanted this feeling to go on forever. Karen was still pumping his big cock in her petite hands and saliva splattered his legs and her face. She rose to her feet and led him by his cock to the side of the sofa. She leaned over the armrest and placed one hand between her legs. She slowly played with her pussy lips and slipped two fingers into her warm gash. Her pussy made a sound both erotic and nasty. 

Her fingers made a sloppy noise and she guided his stiff pecker with her free hand. As it pressed against her vagina they both felt the head enter with very little effort. "Please Mike, fuck my tight little twat, and make me your bitch. I need fucked and I want you to treat me like the dirty little whore that I am." He explored deep inside her steaming pussy. As he squirted another blast against her inner walls, he emitted a deep groan and shuttered mightily. She shook so hard that she needed to hold the couch for support, her legs buckling beneath her. Their orgasms together were drowned-out by their combined moans. He wrapped his long arms around her waist and reached up to grab her heavy, swaying breasts. 

He continued to pump her hot snatch and she thrust her meaty backside in rhythm with his pounding. Both of them were sweating and gasping for air as they collapsed onto the thick oriental carpet. Mike lay spread-eagled on the floor and Karen snuggled alongside him and laid her wet thick hair on his chest. Mike cupped her tits and rolled one nipple in his fingers. She gently lifted his sticky, limp prick from his loins and worked it over in her hands, examining every amazing inch of it and savoring what it could do for her. He gave her a playful but solid thwack on her ass and they both laughed at the sound her plump, wet butt produced. "You better take it easy on my ass if you want to keep poking me like this."

Mike let out a very contented sigh, "Ah... now on to lesson#3." 

To be continued.



Man of the House Ch. 02



Damn, the view was even hotter from down here. As soon as Erin saw me, she reached back and began stroking Megan's pussy as she continued to ride her face and encourage her to eat her cunt (her words). I looked back from Erin's hand, which had also prompted Megan to spread her legs, to her gorgeous face and she brought her other hand up making a peace sign and stuck her tongue out between the index and middle finger, wiggling it before pointing back at Megan's crotch. How could I miss the meaning of that? In response I nodded and put my hands on the waistband of my shorts, raising my eyebrows in question as to whether I should take off my shorts. Erin shook her head no. I nodded again. Maybe she was being cautious like I was and didn't want to be presumptuous.

She regained her focus on Megan's tongue and winked at me when she saw me move toward the foot of the lounger. In fact, she began being more vocal and responsive to Megan's efforts than she had been before. Was that for my benefit or was she more turned on at the thought of what I was about to do? I was behind her now, kneeling at Megan's feet and watching the show of my sexy sister and her lesbian lover making love in our back yard. I could smell cocoa butter and pussy. 

Megan's hands were gripping Erin's ass, pulling her forward as if trying to keep her from escaping and Erin was stroking and fingering Megan's lips, swollen and dark and blossoming with arousal. I leaned forward and kissed Erin's hand, which she moved at my touch and I immediately ran my tongue up along Megan's lips. Before I changed my mind I began eating her in earnest.

"Erin?!" Megan questioned with a muffle.

"Mmm, god, Megan. Don't stop." Erin was still grinding but Megan had removed her hands and they flew to my head.

"Erin!" she was still muffled, but quickly tried to push my sister off of her.

"What's the matter, Megan?!" Erin blurted out as she rose up. It all happened so fast I didn't stop.

"What the hell?!" Megan looked down at me from between Erin's legs and her eyes snapped open. 

Immediately Erin jumped up and grabbed a towel while yelling at me. "What the fuck, Cory?! Get out of here!" She threw a towel to Megan, who had pushed me away and tried to scoot away from me on the lounge chair.

"Shit! I...uh..." I was genuinely surprised, but also knew Erin was playing with me, which softened the blow. I didn't know what to say.

"Seriously, Cory! What the hell are you doing?"

"I...uh...was going to see if you...and I....You asked me if I wanted..."

"You said you were busy! I didn't know you were coming out here!" Erin sounded genuinely upset.

"What the hell, Cory? Did you think you could just come out here and eat me out and I'd be okay with that?" Megan was trying desperately to stay covered and seemed offended. I wondered if I had actually sexually assaulted her. I guess by definition I had. This could go very badly for me.

"I'm sorry, Megan. I...dammit! I was going to see if you needed anything," I stood and walked over toward the door, "and saw you guys out here...doing...that...and...you're just hot, Megan. I felt like I couldn't control myself. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry! I'll go inside and leave you alone. I'm so so sorry!" I yanked the door open, but before I could take a step, I heard Megan.

"Cory! Wait!" I stopped but didn't turn around. "You think I'm hot?"

"Megan," Erin sounded incredulous, "what are you doing?!"

"Yes." I still didn't turn around.

"Why haven't you ever said anything?" Megan sounded a little softer.

"Megan! Seriously? Cory, go inside!"

"No, Cory! Stay."

I turned around and looked at Megan. She had a soft, yet suspicious look on her face. I looked at Erin, who still looked upset and astonished, but winked at me subtly. I looked back to Megan. 

"Oh, I don't believe this," said Erin. "Is this really happening right now?"

"Erin," Megan said, "Calm down. Let's hear him out." Megan sat up on the lounge, holding the towel over her chest and it covered her to her knees. Erin plopped down on the other lounger, looking defeated. She let out a sigh as she dropped onto the cushion.

"What do you want me to say, Megan? I came downstairs, saw you two going at it and wanted a taste." I threw my arms up to the sides and let them drop as if to say, "simple as that."

"I see," she said.

"I don't," Erin muttered, still appearing pissed off.

Megan looked at Erin for a minute, then at me. "What was your favorite part?" she asked.

"What do you mean?" I asked, genuinely confused.

"Watching us. What was your favorite part of watching us?"

"Uhhh....you're naked."

"I know that," she laughed. "If I was out here tanning naked by myself would you have just walked up and licked my pussy?"

I didn't know how to answer that. "I don't know. Probably not."

"So I'm not hot by myself?"

"No, you are," I stammered. I looked at Erin and back. She was trying not to laugh, but since she was behind Megan, Megan couldn't see. "But this time you were...I don't know."

"Was it because I was turned on?"

"Yeah. That must be what it was."

"So if I was out here by myself masturbating, would you have just come up and licked my pussy?"

"I don't...I guess not."

"So that's not it either then. Come here."

"Megan." Erin interrupted.

"Be quiet, Erin." She wasn't upset, just requesting. But Erin didn't say anything else.

I looked at Erin and she nodded with a little smile. I walked toward the lounger and Megan stood up, still holding the thick white and blue towel to her chest with one arm, the other arm extended forward just a little. When I was close enough, she took my hand in hers and pulled me to her. Pulling my hand down a little, she prompted me to lean in. She put her hand on my crotch and I jumped a little. "Is this okay?" she whispered into my ear.

I nodded, looking over her shoulder at Erin, who was visibly excited and nervous. She was chewing on her thumbnail and her knee was bouncing.

Megan whispered in my ear again. "Did you lick me because I was eating your sister's pussy?" 

A sudden breath escaped and my cock twitched, even as it was growing at her touch.

"Mm-hmm," she whispered. "And you want to lick her pussy, too, don't you?"

I twitched again and she backed up a little. I stood up and looked into her pale blue eyes. She had a smile on her face, sly like she was hiding something

"I thought so," she whispered. Stroking my erection through my shorts, she whispered, "Let me see what I can do." I don't know if I nodded at all, but I agreed with her and she knew it. She gave me another squeeze, then spoke up loud enough for Erin to hear. "Well, since you made such a strong effort, and since I'm already worked up, and since you're hot, I want you to eat me out."

"Megan!" Erin was back in character.

"Erin! He's come all this way, he's already seen us so there's no use hiding, and besides, I want to see how good he is. I need to cum again." She turned back toward me. "On one condition. You have to be naked like we are."

"Like you are," Erin corrected. "Not me. I'm getting dressed."

"Wait, Erin. He's already seen you naked and having lesbian sex. Don't you think it's fair that you at least see him naked in exchange?"

"I don't know," she mumbled. "It's just weird."

"I promise this will be our secret. We all have something to hold over each other's heads, so I think we can trust that this won't go anywhere. Right?"

"Right," I said.

"I guess so," replied Erin.

"Good," said Megan. "Then, Erin, you can just stay there in your towel while your brother eats me out." With that, Megan put her hands on the waistband of my shorts and pushed them down with my underwear, my erection springing free.

We both heard Erin gasp and Megan smiled without turning to look at her. "Damn, Cory. That's nice." She reached out and stroked it, her hand warm and slick. "I may have to return the favor." I shuddered at the thought. "But for now," she let go of me and twisted around, lying back on the lounge, "you need to finish what you started." Spreading her legs, she dropped the towel on the deck and ran her hands along her thighs, bringing them up to spread her lips for me. I glanced at Erin and she seemed to be entranced by what she was seeing.

Kneeling down on the deck, I leaned over the foot of the lounger between Megan's legs and got my first good look at the brunette's pussy. It was, of course, beautiful. Like her nipples, the labia were a darker pink and she had the spear of hair that pointed downward toward her clitoris. Her clit was small, not visible, but when I pressed against it with my tongue I could feel the firm little bean hidden behind a gate of flesh. The first touch of my hands on her thighs caused Megan to spread her legs a little more, her feet planted on the deck on either side of the lounge chair. She was resting against the back of the chair, her head and shoulders up enough that she could watch me. I didn't realize it until I looked up and saw her looking into my eyes. She smiled at me before closing her eyes when I ran my tongue in a circle around her clitoris.

For the next few minutes I watched her squirm, moan and occasionally squeal as I used every trick I knew to bring her pleasure. I covered as much area as I could in random patterns with the tip or flat of my tongue, burying it, grazing it lightly, adding and reducing pressure, pulling on her lips with my lips, and eventually adding a finger, then two as I massaged her inside while I manipulated her outside. When she would get close to an orgasm, she would bring her hand to my head and either stroke my hair or pull me in as she rode it out. After two, maybe three climaxes, she finally spoke.

"I don't know if it's genetic or what, but you are both very good at what you do." She laughed and I smiled at her compliment. I glanced over at Erin, who had not said a word, but I could tell was aroused at what she had just seen. Megan turned to her, causing her to snap out of it and she looked at Megan with a fresh look of feigned contempt. "Come here, Erin. Give me a kiss."

"Megan, I..."

"Please."

Erin hesitated before sliding off her chair and kneeling beside Megan's lounger, approaching her lips for a gentle lover's kiss. I watched with a pretty solid erection as they kissed, their tongues lazily caressing each other for a few moments. Erin was fighting to stay covered, although her hip was exposed from my angle, seeing her from the side. Megan's hand came up to caress Erin's cheek as they ended their kiss. 

"Thank you, gorgeous," whispered Megan. I would learn later that this was their way of making up after a fight. When one of them would ask for a kiss, that was her way of apologizing. When the other would return it, that was her way of showing forgiveness. Erin smiled at Megan and covered the hand on her cheek. Megan smiled in return.

Megan looked down at me and while looking me in the eye, asked, "Erin baby, is it okay with you if I return the favor to Cory?"

Erin thought for a moment, then nodded with a gentle smile. "Would you like me to leave?"

"No."

"Okay," she said quietly, almost resigning herself to her fate. Erin slid back onto the other seat where she was before, still clasping the towel to her chest.

Megan sat up, which prompted me to stand in response. She slid down to the end of the lounge chair where I was standing and again stroked my shaft gently with one hand. "Mmm. I'm going to enjoy this," she said quietly. I noticed that she looked over at Erin as she took the head into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it, causing me to moan involuntarily. She popped the head free and said, "I can taste you already. You're going to be quick I bet."

"Probably," I smiled.

"Cool. I'm okay with that. If I sucked you off, do you think you would still have enough in you to fuck me?"

"Megan!" Erin protested. "That wasn't part of the deal!"

"What deal? I simply said I wanted to return the favor, but I'll be honest. I'm still plenty worked up and I don't know that I could stop myself even if I wanted to."

"Erin," I asked, "would that be all right? I mean, I can leave if you don't want us to do that. Or you can leave if you just don't want to see it."

Erin looked back and forth between me, Megan, and my dick, which her friend was idly stroking as we awaited an answer. "Fine. Go ahead."

Without another word, Megan began working me over with her hands and mouth. She was a master it seemed. She worked on the head mostly, but no matter what she was doing, she never stopped moving. Her mouth and tongue, her hands, even her teeth, were all involved in her pursuit of my pleasure. If her mouth was on the head or sucking on my sac, her hand was stroking my shaft. If she was taking me deep her hand was pulling gently at my nuts or her fingers were grazing my perineum and tickling my balls. Fortunately she kept her eyes closed a lot of the time, which allowed me to make regular eye contact with Erin. As much as she acted upset, my sister enjoyed the show. Again a hand had made its way beneath the towel and she was obviously pleasuring herself. At one point when she made eye contact with me, she pulled her hand out and sucked her own juices off her fingers with a wink and a smile.

Megan didn't know it, but that's what forced my orgasm to suddenly rush forward. "Oh, fuck, Megan!" I cried, my hand instinctively grabbing her head as my hips jerked involuntarily, "I'm cumming!" She backed up until just the head was completely in her mouth and she loosened her lips, looking over at Erin. I quickly glanced over before my eyes clamped shut, and I saw Erin watching her best friend/lesbian lover sucking her brother's cock and preparing to take a load of his cum in her mouth. She was enraptured, her eyes wide and her mouth hanging open. I could see the fire there. As much as she had protested being here, there was no denying how she felt about it now, and Megan had picked up on it.

I was able to force my eyes open after the first couple contractions and looked down to see a stream of white overflowing from Megan's lips, dribbling over her chin and spattering her thighs with little droplets of pearl. She didn't even close her mouth to pull off of me, but instead, let my dripping, sloppy head slide loosely from her mouth until it was connected by only a thin string of fluid which eventually snapped, disconnecting us.

"Look, Erin. I have your brother's cum all over me." She turned to face my sister, who was apparently unable to move. They just looked into each other's eyes. Megan swallowed what was in her mouth before pushing the mess on her chin up into her mouth with the edge of her index finger. Again she reached down and cleaned the little drops off her thighs and sucked those off her finger as well. Before she finished she traded chairs and sat down next to Erin on her lounger and then scooped up the final two drops from her thighs and sucked her fingers clean. "Did I miss any?" she asked quietly.

Erin was forced to look at Megan's body, searching out places where my orgasm had landed and her friend had neglected to find. "Um, no. Not that I can see," she whispered, again looking into Megan's eyes. She seemed lost, or maybe hypnotized. Megan slowly leaned in to kiss her and I knew that Erin would taste me on her friend's tongue. Erin leaned in to meet her halfway and they kissed slowly at first, then gradually but quickly increased their passion. Megan pushed Erin back on the chair and began caressing her all over, focusing primarily on her breasts and then massaging her pussy as she latched her mouth onto my sister's nipple. Megan began wagging her ass slowly as if it was a red cape and I was an angry bull.

I assumed this was my invitation, but I wasn't going to wait for clarification on it. Instead I walked up behind her, standing at the end of the lounger where she knelt on the cushion, burying her face in my sister's crotch.

The head of my dick was still slick and wet from her blowjob and the mess she had left there and her lips were already flowered open as she pointed herself back at me. She was slick with her own juices and I didn't even have to work any more lubrication out of her. I placed my hand gently on her ass to let her know I was there and I pressed the head of my erection against her, never stopping until I was buried as far as I could go. She let out a long low moan as I entered her and Erin's eyes met mine as she muttered, "Oh god."

My eyes alternated between connecting with my sister's eyes and watching my own cock glide in and out of her best friend's cunt. Her lips were slick with our juices and my own shaft had a glossy sheen from her arousal. The grip of her walls around me caressed every part of my shaft and head. Megan squeezed me with her muscles on every out stroke as if she was milking me, pulling my orgasm out of me.

The combined moaning of Megan and Erin only served to increase my arousal. I wanted so badly to blast into the tiny brunette, but I also wanted to make this last as long as possible to be a part of this incredibly erotic experience. Erin's modest breasts heaved and danced with her spasms and with her irregular shallow breathing while Megan's hands and mouth worked tirelessly to push my sister toward the inevitable climax. Meanwhile, Megan was pulsing and pulling at me, rolling her hips and flinching at the approach of her own orgasm. She finally pulled forward, clinching up and burying herself in my sister's groin, muffling a scream in Erin's pussy. Erin's response to this was to release her own orgasm. I was practically forced out of Megan by the strength of her own release and a flood of hot cum.

I backed out of Megan and pulled her with me to the other lounge chair. I turned her around and we kissed for the first time, my tongue tasting my sister's cum in her friend's mouth. I was rock hard. My hands freely roamed Megan's body, squeezing her ass before moving up to grip her tits. I bent down to suck on one nipple then the other, alternating back and forth, savoring their texture and the flavor of the suntan oil that covered the bodies of both young women.

"Shit, Megan. You're so fucking sexy. I almost came in you a minute ago. I had to pull out just to control myself. But I need to fuck you again."

"So what's stopping you? Put that cock back in me!" With that she pushed me onto the lounge and I lay back as she climbed on top. Within a few seconds she had settled back onto me, burying me to the hilt in her dripping cunt. "Erin!" she called, stirring my sister out of her trance, watching her best friend and brother fucking three feet away from her. "Come here." Megan was breathing heavily as she bounced deeply and steadily on my lap.

Erin spun on the lounger, placing her feet on the deck and taking the single step that would bring her closer. Megan's arm wrapped around Erin's waist and she pulled the thin blonde closer, taking her nipple into her mouth. "Damn, Megan. That feels good." 

"Yeah? So does this cock in my pussy. Your brother's a good fuck, Erin."

"Mmmshit," Erin muttered.

I couldn't believe it. Megan was teasing my sister with her descriptions of my boner. What Megan didn't know was that Erin was already well aware, having experienced it less than a day ago. I knew how tough it was for me to deny myself the pleasure of bringing my sister into it and I could only imagine that it was tough for her as well. Maybe I was just being arrogant, but judging by the look on her face and the responses she was giving, she wanted in on this. But we had agreed that Megan couldn't know about what we had done. If anything happens today, it would have to be Megan's doing.

Megan continued to ride me as I watched her suck and feel my sister's body. I was tempted to reach up and touch Erin's ass. It was right there. But I didn't dare. Instead I kept my hands firmly planted on Megan's body: squeezing her ass, stroking her thighs, cupping her breasts and pulling her nipples. Erin's hands joined mine in caressing her friend as she bent down to kiss her. I watched as Megan moved one of Erin's hands down to circle her clit, putting my sister's hand just an inch or so from my cock as it plunged into her friend.




Man of the House Ch. 02



The little brunette shook at Erin's contact. "Erin!" she cried "God yeah!" Megan increased her pace and I didn't know how long I would last with the stimulation overload. I clinched up to control myself and lifted Megan up after her orgasm so that I could relax for a minute. "Where you going?" she whined and she grabbed me, pointing me straight up so she could settle back onto me. She "inadvertently" hit the back of Erin's hand with it while Erin continued to stroke her. When Erin didn't respond, Megan did it again and then rose up some more and let go of me.

Megan spread her lips and told Erin to lick her. Erin complied and snaked her tongue out to flick across her best friend's clit several times, causing Megan to shudder and groan. "Put him in me, Erin," she said. My dick somehow became even harder.

Erin immediately popped up and looked at Megan with wide eyes, then quickly looked at me and then back to Megan. "No!" she protested. "He's my brother! I'm not touching his dick! No!" She shook her head vigorously.

"Erin, it's just a cock. You've touched them before. Lots of them. Just grab it and flagpole it so I can settle on it."

"No, Megan!"

"Erin," I said, causing her to look at me. "No one will know if you do it. But if you don't want to, I'll do it."

"Please, Erin. I want you to be a part of this. Please." Megan had softened her tone. She must know just what it takes to convince Erin to do what she (at least pretends she) doesn't want to do.

Erin tentatively reached out and gently held my erection at the base, tilting it forward so that is stuck straight up and pointed right at Megan's lips. She held it there as Megan smiled and lowered herself onto me and landed on Erin's hand before she moved it. But Erin left her hand rested on my belly, her thumb still rubbing at my pubic hair. It seemed so natural, but I knew it was intentional and she was playing shy for Megan.

After a couple of minutes, Megan got up again and lay back on the other lounger. Without another word from anyone, I mounted her and began thrusting into her. Again she called to Erin, who was watching from her knees right beside me, "Lick my clit while your brother fucks me." This time Erin hesitated, but didn't protest. She lay her head on Megan's mound and began licking at her clit while I plunged away, almost bumping her face on each drive. Megan was getting close and started rolling her hips as I increased the pace, both of our orgasms approaching.

"I'm close," I warned. Erin began pulling away, but Megan put her hand on her head and told her not to stop licking. I continued to pick up the pace and my ass was clinching as the fire began to build. "Shit, Megan! I'm cumming!"

"Cum on my pussy!" she demanded.

After a few more strokes I pulled out and found a feminine hand stroking me and aiming me at the blossoming labia a few inches away. Naturally the first shot was off target and plastered my sister across the nose and cheek, causing her to pull her head away, but to keep stroking. The next few shots hit Megan's mound, pussy, belly, and thighs before dribbling out onto the cushion.

"Oops," I heard Megan say and noticed she was looking at Erin who started laughing and shrugged. They both looked at me and I started laughing and apologized. None of us were sincere, but we were all liars from different angles. We all knew what we were doing, but thought we had pulled a fast one on someone else in the group. Erin had still not let go of my waning erection, but was idly stroking it as I wilted.

"I see you're a little more used to holding that dick, Erin," Megan said with a smile. Erin looked at her hand, still grasping my shaft lightly before looking up at me.

"It's just a dick," she said.

"Yeah," Megan agreed sarcastically, "just a dick. You might want to clean up a little bit, though, Erin. That 'just a dick' blasted your cheek with a load. I don't think you want your mom catching you with anyone's cum on your face, much less your brother's."

"Why don't we all clean up a little?" Erin asked with a smile, standing up. At that we all stood and made our way to the pool. For the next few minutes we swam and laughed, playing naked in the pool like nothing had happened. On the one hand I was amazed that Megan and Erin could switch gears so readily. On the other hand I realized that I was doing the same thing. 

"I hate to do this, but I have to go," Megan said after a little while, climbing the stairs to the deck. I watched her ass move as she emerged from the water, her body shining in the sun. "But you two keep playing. I hate to spoil your party." 

Erin followed her over to the stairs and started to get out while Megan pulled on her shorts. "Where you going?" Megan asked her.

"I'm getting out."

"But I told you to keep playing."

"But, Megan, he's still my brother. It's just weird."

"Shit, Erin. Do I have to do everything?! Your brother just fucked me while I ate your pussy, you stroked him off and he came on your face. What more do you need to get past your hang up? Look at him! He's hot. And it's not me he wants. It's you."

"Megan!" Erin protested.

"Oh, shut up, Erin. You know I'm right. You told me how he looks at you and he pretty much told me he wants to fuck you."

"I did not!" I yelled. Erin whipped her head around while Megan smiled.

"Cory! You told her that?"

"No!"

"But do you, Cory? Do you want to fuck your sister? Didn't you get turned on watching us making love? Didn't you enjoy her touch on your cock? Don't you want to taste what I taste?" Megan had a way with words. Turning to Erin she said, "I bet if he came out of that water his dick would be rock hard just talking about it. Isn't that right, Cory?" She turned back toward me. "Why don't you come show your sister that boner you have for her?"

"Uh..." I wanted nothing more, but Megan had to think this was her show.

"Megan, that's enough." Erin said. "I think it's time for you to go."

"But Erin..."

"I said that's enough. Cory and I have some things to talk about. I'll call you later." Erin and Megan hugged each other and I saw a smile cross Megan's face after Erin whispered something in her ear. Megan nodded when Erin let her go and then she waved at me before stepping through the glass door.

Erin turned to look at me and put her finger to her lips, telling me to keep quiet. A few seconds later we heard a car door slam and an engine start up before pulling away into the distance.

"That was so fucking hot, Cor," Erin said with a smile as she walked toward the pool before jumping in just a couple of feet from me. As soon as she rose up out of the water she was in my arms kissing me with an aggressive tongue. Her hips pinned my erection between us and my hands were gripping her ass, pulling her tightly to me.

"I wanted so badly to shove Megan out of the way and pound into you instead," I confirmed. "She felt amazing, but she ain't you."

"God, I wanted that, too. But we need to let her think that she's accomplished this, right? She's the one who brought us together?"

"Of course, yeah."

Our waterproof patio phone rang right then and I dropped my head back in exasperation. "Who the hell?" Erin let go of me so I could yank myself out of the pool and run to the phone, pulling it off the base. "Hello?"

"Hey, Cory."

"Oh, hey, mom."

"Listen, I'm still a little sore from the weekend so they're letting me come home early. It's pretty slow here."

"Okay, cool. Megan just left, so we can start dinner if you want."

"I think I'll just get a pizza and wings on the way home. Can you call it in so it'll be ready?"

"Yeah, sure, mom."

"Thanks, sweetie. I'll see you guys in a little while. Love you."

"Love you, too, mom. Bye."

"Bye."

I hung up the phone and turned to Erin who was resting her chin on her arms at the edge of the pool. "Mom's on her way home," I said as I walked over to the lounge chair to dry off. I need to call in a pizza." 

Erin made her way to the stairs and said, "Too bad. I like Megan's idea better."

"Yeah," I laughed, "me, too. Maybe we can pick up later tonight?"

"I think I can handle that." I watched her dry off and admired her form, naked and dripping, regretting that I had to walk away to order dinner. But I looked forward to our late night date.

Mom came home a few minutes later, looking tired from the day, but carrying a large pizza box and plastic bag with a Styrofoam container. "Hey, guys," she said as she came into the kitchen. Erin and I had been watching one of our evening sitcoms after changing clothes, Erin back in shorts and a tank and me in shorts and a t-shirt.

"Hey, mom," I said as I got up, Erin close behind, and walked into the kitchen to give her a hug and kiss and to begin getting dishes for supper. "How was your day?"

"Ugh. It was a normal day, but I'm really sore from...um...yesterday." She looked embarrassed.

"Yeah, I bet. I'm really sorry about that, mom."

"It's not your fault, baby. You were very helpful. Both of you."

"Do you want me to give you a rubdown later, mom?" Erin asked.

"I don't know. Maybe. I'll let you know."

"Okay. I'm just thinking we haven't had a chance to talk much lately and maybe we could kill two birds with one stone."

"You know what? You're right. We haven't talked. If you don't mind giving me a massage while we talked, that would be nice. I miss our time together, too, sweetie."

"Cool!" Erin beamed with excitement, clapping excitedly. "Girls' night!"

"Great," I stated flatly, "girls' night. So glad I'm a part of it."

"Shut up," Erin laughed, throwing a roll of paper towels at me. Mom laughed with her.

"Awww," mom sympathized with a smile, "you don't like being a part of girls' night?" She placed her hand on my cheek and stroked it gently.

"No, it's fine," I smiled. "Anything for you two."

"I know what you could do, Cory," Erin blurted. "You should give mom a foot rub after dinner."

"Cory, I couldn't ask you to do that."

"No, mom! Cory gives the best foot rubs! Trust me, you're going to want one of those."

"It's no problem, mom. I'm happy to do it," I agreed. I really was happy to do it.

"Really?" Mom sounded surprised. "You wouldn't mind?"

"Not at all," I smiled. "But Erin has to let me use her pedicure kit." I looked at Erin. "What do you say? If I'm doing this, I'm gonna do it right."

"Even better. You can do both of us if you're going all out," she winked, looking up from peeling the foil lids off the pizza and wing sauces before licking some cheese dip off her thumb.

"Sure," I agreed, "no problem." I had a knot in my stomach as I wondered what she really meant by "do both of us", knowing what I knew of her from recent history. But then I realized I was being an asshole perv and this was my mom I was talking about. 

"Okay," said mom, "Dinner's ready. I've been slaving over a hot pizza box all night." She grabbed a slice of what she called "garbage can" pizza because they put every available topping on it before covering it with yet another layer of cheese. As she put a few hot wings and cup of sauce on her plate, Erin and I each followed suit and made our way to the table.

As we ate the conversation was your basic "what's going on" talk, with comments about funny or stupid customers, classmates, or professors.

"So Megan was over earlier?" mom asked.

"Yeah, we tanned a little and swam," Erin stated matter-of-factly. "Of course Cory came out for a little bit and spent some time gawking at her."

I about choked on my pizza.

"Well, Cory could do a lot worse than Megan," mom replied simply.

"It's cool. Megan liked it, I could tell. I think she has a crush on her best friend's brother." Erin kept eating like she was waiting for me to interrupt.

Mom looked at me and I just rolled my eyes. "Never happen. Besides, I hear she's a lesbian," I said. Erin wanted to go there; let's go there.

"Cory!" mom interjected.

"She's bi, mom. Who knows, Cor? Maybe you could talk her into a threesome with some chick."

"Erin! That's enough! Let's change the subject. Please." Mom's face was beet red and her eyes were wide as she looked back and forth between us.

Erin and I just laughed and apologized for making her uncomfortable.

"So how's your story coming, mom?" Erin asked as a hot wing entered her mouth.

Mom tried to contain her shock, but it was visible.

"Mom, you're writing a story?" I asked, pleased.

"Well, it's kind of...it's more of...a...diary, a journal, I guess." She was backpedaling hard right now. "You know. I took some creative writing courses in school for my ad degree and have kind of been out of it for a while, and wanted to get back into doing it. It's...therapeutic. With everything that's going on the last few months, it's just helped me get my feelings out. I don't know."

"I think it's great, mom!" I said.

"Cory, you should read some of her work. She's got a real gift," Erin prompted.

"I'd love that."

"I don't think so," mom mumbled, her head down as she peeled a piece of pepperoni off her slice and nibbled on it. "It's really more for me. And it's not very good anyway."

"That's bullshit, mom. You're a fantastic writer," Erin encouraged.

"Either way..." Mom was desperate for a shift of focus. She had always been this way, or maybe it was just that dad had turned her into someone timid and easily shamed.

"Well, if you ever feel up to it, I'd love to read something, but whatever makes you happy mom. No pressure from me." I didn't want her to be upset or feel that I would be.

"Thank you. I'll think about it."

"Good enough." I stood. "I'm getting more pizza. Anyone want anything?" They both wanted another slice, so I took their plates and also refilled their drinks.

"I was thinking," mom said, "that I'd like to go for a swim. I haven't been for a night swim in forever. How's the water?"

"It's great, and on a night like this, a night swim would be perfect," Erin replied.

"Do you think you're up for a short race with your mom?"

"Hell yeah. If you think you could still beat me at your age," teased Erin.

"I'm not too old to kick your rookie butt. Cory can time us, right, Cory?" mom asked.

"Sure. I'd love to see this."

"I bet you would," Erin teased. Mom didn't catch what I caught. Honestly, though, Erin was right. Mom still looked great and seeing her in a bathing suit was still a joy.

"Fair enough," said mom. "Racing suits, then?"

"Racing suits," my sister repeated.

About a half hour later we were out on the dark patio, the pool light making the water glow a light greenish blue, the only other light coming from solar sidewalk lights and the light shining through the sliding glass door. Mom and Erin were in their racing suits with cap and goggles in hand and were talking trash to each other, Erin making age jokes and mom calling her tadpole and guppy a lot.

"I still want to relax a little first and give my muscles a chance to stretch out," mom told us. We spent about another half hour just playing around, swimming laps leisurely and joking. It was a great night. Eventually mom said she was ready and gave Erin the choice of stroke.

"How about a medley?" I suggested. Mom had been a champion backstroker and Erin was on scholarship for butterfly. They agreed that sounded fair and clarified the order, down and back twice, 2 laps for each stroke, 8 total. I climbed out and sat on the diving board, my feet dangling off the edge. Mom was on one side and Erin on the other. I gave the countdown and called it, setting the stopwatch as I did so. They were pretty close together, but Erin took more of a lead in butterfly, which mom gained some back in the backstroke. Ultimately, Erin won by a full body length, but mom kept her game the whole run. She still looked great and swam great.

I was thankful that Erin didn't gloat. "Damn, mom! You still got it! That was close," she said, swimming over to her opponent as mom was peeling off her goggles and cap.

Mom just rolled her eyes. "Nice try, baby, but it wasn't close. I had fun, though and it felt good to get in some good solid laps."

"Okay, fair enough." With that, Erin took her and mom's swim caps and goggles and placed them on the side of the pool by the stairs.

We were able to relax and swim a little. We all loved night swims. Always had.

"God," Erin finally said, "I wish I could just strip off this swimsuit and skinny dip. Wouldn't that be great?"

"Skinny dipping, huh? You have a lot of experience with that?" mom teased.

"A little. Haven't you ever gone skinny dipping, mom?"

"In my younger years, but nothing in a long time."

"What about you, Cor?" Erin asked. "Ever done it?"

"Nope."

They both looked at me with surprise. "Really?" mom asked. 

"Yeah. Never have."

"Well, then," Erin said, "It looks like Cory needs to be initiated." She started to slowly pull her swimsuit strap off her shoulder while doing some cheesy burlesque music. "Boom-cha-cha-boom."

"Erin, stop," mom teased.

"Come on. This could be fun. A hundred years ago, families used to swim naked together all the time. You know, take a break from their farm work and go to the ole swimming hole."

Mom and I laughed. "Where did you hear that?" she asked, still laughing.

"You know, movies and stuff. Come on."

"I don't think so," I said.

"What if we turn off the pool light? We'll all be kind of hidden. Come on! Pleeeeease?"

Mom seemed to be considering it and looked at me. She sighed as she said, "Fine. Turn off the pool light."

"Mom..." I began.

"You, too, stud. Turn off the light and get back in this pool and strip." She sounded firm but jovial.

I laughed as I shook my head and climbed out of the pool before walking to the control box and flipping off the power switch. As soon as the loud metallic click resounded in the shed, it went dark and my mom and sister squealed with laughter.

I could barely see the outline of the pool in the deep end, but the stairwell corner nearest the house was slightly more illuminated from the light coming out the glass door. I heard the ladies more than saw them as they laughed and splashed. 

"God," I heard my mom giggle, "I can't believe I'm doing this."

"Head's up, brother!" Erin called before a balled up black bathing suit smacked me in the face, causing a squeal of laughter from the women in the dark. A second later another suit splashed me, landing in the water right at my waist, bringing another round of laughter. I couldn't help but laugh.

"Whose suit is this?" I asked, holding one up. "Anyone? Anyone know whose suit this is?" They just laughed. I held up the other one. "What about this one? Does anyone know who owns this swimsuit?" Again only laughter. "Nobody? Okay, then." I quickly turned toward the house and threw both suits at the glass door, watching them splatter on the glass as both women squealed.

"You shit!" Erin yelled, laughing, splashing as she swam toward me while mom squealed and laughed.

"My suit!" mom yelled.

Erin was on my back in no time, trying to duck me under the water while yelling at mom to grab my suit. "Get him, mom!" Mom was on her way over, laughing as she swam and joining Erin in trying to force me under. I have to admit I was getting worn out trying to fight off both women. It wasn't long before mom disappeared under the water and swept my legs. Down I went. From under the water I heard the muffled laughs and cries from above as they cheered and barked orders at each other.

I could only see shapes in the dark and blurry water, but soon enough there was a pair of hands tugging at my waistband while another pair held my wrists with a death grip. I was cautious in kicking my legs not to kick anyone. I didn't want to hurt whoever was pulling at my swimsuit so I tried to keep my knees and feet together more than flailing my legs around. Sadly, this didn't work out as well as I'd hoped and my swimsuit was soon free, bringing more rowdy cheers. Immediately my arms were released and I was able to stand up, this time a little more self-conscious, my hands covering my crotch.




Man of the House Ch. 03



My head was swimming with the pink drug. I stat there with a deep fear and anticipation of what was about to unfold. I herd footsteps coming up the steps and down the hallway. The door swung open, Jen and Deb stepped inside. Both the girls were wearing silk robes the color of pink peach blossoms. As they came closer I could see that they both had a very serious look on there faces. The smell of sweet perfume hit my nose, they were both bathed in the sweet sent. 

"Stand up," Deb ordered. "Its time for you to see the man of the house. Its time for you to start your journey."

I stood up, a bit uneasy in the heels I was wearing, I wasn't sure I could make it down the steps without falling on my face.

"Don't worry you will get used to those sooner than you would think. It will become second nature for you to do all kinds of feminine things very soon," Deb said.

I took a few steps around the room trying to steady myself as best I could. This is going to take some work. 

"One last thing before we go down to see master," Jen said as she reached into her mothers dresser. She smiled as she pulled out a large perfume bottle. "This is masters own special perfume, all of us wear it when he tells us to go get ready for him." She walked over to me and brought the perfume up to my nose. "Here have a smell." I took in the aroma and my head started to swim from it, 

"What is that." 

"Its daddies own special blend of pink pony and viva la juicy." The sweet perfume filled my head with a warm sense and at once felt like I was floating on air. 

"Ok you are ready now," Jen said with a smile. 

"Daddy is going to so pleased with you Tom, we are going to have so much fun."

We walked downstairs and up the main hall into the living room, the room was well lit and I could smell the smoke both from the fireplace and from my father's cigar. We entered ,in single file, me in the middle. We slowly made our way up to Larry's chair in the center of the room. 

"On your knees Tom, take your place in front of daddy." I knelt down, struggling with my heels in front of Larry, the girls took there places on either side of Larry. They then dropped there robes and stood there in the nude with there hands at there sides. Larry stood up in front of me, and placed his cigar in the ashtray beside him. 

"Welcome Tom. I'm glad you made the choice to become one of my girls, you wont regret your decision. Now let us begin the ceremony." Larry took a step towards me, he was wearing the robe from the video and it looked to be all he was wearing. He undid the drawstring and let the robe fall to the ground, his large dick sprang from underneath. He took a step closer, I was now eye level with my father's cock. He towered over me with his huge member inches from my forehead. 

"ladies take your places." Larry ordered. The girls who were frozen like statues came from the sides of the chair. Jenny cane to my side, and knelt down a bit to my rear. My mother came around right behind me and took my arms behind my back and held them. My wife then leaned in to my side and placed one hand on my throat, and one on the back of my head. 

Larry then began his speech.

"Who brings this sissy to me, to become mine and mine alone?" 

Jenny spoke "I do daddy." I strained to breathe with Jenny's hand on my throat. 

"Is he prepared to serve me body and soul, is he ready to give up all that is his and give his life to me?"

I could smell Larry's manhood as he inched closer to my face. Oh god what have I got my self into, I cant do this. I cant be someone's bitch, I'm a man for fucks sake. 

"Tom do you swear your life to me and my house, to serve me and be one of mine?"

I struggled with myself, fighting the urges inside of me to jump up and bolt for the door. Jennies grip on my throat tightened. 

"SPEAK YOUR ANSWER OR BE CAST OUT OF HERE FOREVER" Larry screamed.

The time had come to make a decision, give up my life with the only woman I had loved, or become a plaything, a little sissy boy to be used and mistreated.. No turning back now I thought,.

"YES I SWEAR MY LIFE TO YOU AND ALL YOUR HOUSE, I AM YOURS TO DO WITH WHAT YOU WISH MASTER." I could hear Jenny sobbing what I'm sure were tears of joy, she leaned in and kissed my ear. 

"You have made me so happy sister." Sister I thought with a tinge of anger. 

"Enough Jenny, let the slave seal his oath.." Larry spat as he closed the final space between his cock and my lips. I kneeled there with Larry rubbing his cock across my lips about to gag from the thought of sucking another mans dick. 

"Take your masters cock into your mouth," Deb ordered as she pulled my arms up my back. I winced in pain and Larry pushed the head of his prick Past my lips. 

"That's it sissy, open up and taste what you have chosen," Larry whispered. 

I struggled with my thoughts, sickened with what I was doing, repulsed and ashamed at that I was becoming. Jenny leaned in releasing my neck opting for my right nipple. Giving it a sharp pinch, she grabbed a handful of the hair on the back of my head and gripped tightly.

Jenny leaned in and whispered into my ear, "That's it baby, now be a good little sissy and take the rest of daddy, be a good little cock sucker." 

My fathers prick now laying on my tongue filled my mouth with a salty and metallic taste which made me think to mine and Jenny's wedding day. That day when we kissed at the alter and she slipped her tongue in my mouth, her tongue tasted the same that day as what was now in my mouth. 

Could it be? Could she had been playing this game with me all these years? Was she just waiting for the day that Larry was ready to make his move to bring me in. These final thought ran through my head, my last thoughts as Tom the man who ran his own life. Now nothing but a sissy, a sissy in a dress and heels, kneeling with a cock in my mouth. As I rested the muscles in my mouth and opened up a single tear ran down my cheek, maybe I'm better off this way.

Larry feeling the resistance against his cock now gone shoved forward and ran himself full length down my throat. "YES FINALLY YOU ARE MINE NOW YOU SISSY LITTLE COCK SUCKER." he yelled as he started fucking my throat. I gasped for air as the girls laughed wildly. Larry's balls were slapping my chin making a loud slapping sound which filled the room. I could feel the base of his cock growing around my lips as he plowed away at my face with enough force to make me see stars. I couldn't breathe, I was choking to death on his cock. Jenny was pushing my head into Larry's thrusts and I couldn't get any air. I was sure I was going to black out. 

"THAT'S IT, THAT'S A GOOD LITTLE COCK SUCKER," Deb yelled.

"Are you sure he has never done this before Jen? he isn't even gagging," Larry laughed. 

It was all I could take, I could feel the room closing in, everything was starting to turn black when Larry finally withdrew.

I struggled to catch my breath as Larry now rubbing my face with his cock screamed, "you like that don't you? You little sissy! You are one of my girls now and you will learn to warship this." He said as he gripped his cock under my nose. Larry then slid his cock back into my mouth, slowly this time not ramming it down my throat. I could feel his pulse through the shaft of this monster as he working it over my tongue. 

"Suck it!" He ordered. I did as I was told, rapping my lips tightly around his shaft, running my tongue around the head as he slowly fucked my face. I was starting to get worked up myself, I could feel the blood rushing to the head of my cock. Me head was swimming with thoughts of shame embarrassment. But also there was a strange lust, a lust to please the powerful man before me. Larry the picked up pace a little, I could feel his prick pulsing in my mouth. I could feel it getting harder, so I braced myself for what was about to come. As the warm salty bath of cum filled my mouth Larry let out a sigh.

"That's it princess, nurse on me, swallow all I give you and you will be mine forever." He whispered.

It was strangely natural now, the taste of the salty fluid filled my mouth and I was in a dreamy trance of lust and shame. How could I say no to him, I was starting to turn inside, something was wakening inside of me that I never dreamed was there. All of the sudden the guilt was lifted and I was consumed with a lust so strong I lost myself in the moment and the animal lust inside of me took over. I started working the head of his cock up and down faster and faster as he continued to cum, gobs and gobs of it filled my mouth and ran down my throat. I wanted nothing more than this feeling to last forever. Debora let go of my arms, and Jenny released the back of my head, my hands at once almost like instinct went to the base of Larry's cock. My lips ran up and down as Larry shook from his orgasm. 

"That's good princess" Larry whispered as he caressed the back of my head. He pulled his self from my mouth, and rested his cock on my lips,.

"That's a good little cock sucker you did good," He said smiling.

Larry turned and picked up his robe from the floor, put it back on and sat down in his chair. The girls returned to his side and took there statue like poses. Larry took a long drink from his whiskey glass and proceeded to light another cigar.

Larry lifted his glass and tipped it to me, "you have done well princess, you have earned a place here with us. In the days to come you will learn how to please me and how to act when I am around."

I sat there hanging on every word of the powerful man in front of me, savoring the sweet salty taste still fresh in my mouth.. 

"But now there is a matter we must address, you made a big mistake when you first came in here this morning." My heart leapt. What have I done wrong I thought, I did just suck his cock after all. 

"You sat in the chair of the man of the house, this is mine and you were warned to never set here unless told to." I was starting to get nervous from the tone if his voice, I fidgeted where I sat and could barely look him in the eyes. "Stand and come here sissy." I did as I was told, as I stepped up beside him he placed his hand on the small of my back, taking a draw from his cigar he patted me on the ass, "I will teach you how to be a good little cock sucking sissy, and you will learn quickly that you don't want to break the rules of my house. Pull up your dress and lay across my lap." Doing as I was told the cool air on my ass felt good after being on the floor for so long. I stretched across his lap and he patted my ass with his hand, rubbing across my cheeks as he toked on his cigar. "You have the ass of a young girl, I will have a lot of fun breaking you in and showing you how to please a man. You are nothing but a little sissy cock sucker, your sole purpose on this earth is to please my cock," he said as he slid a finger down the crack of my ass. "Jenny spread his ass cheeks, Deb his hands." The girls took there places at once, Deb grabbed my hands holding them almost to the floor. With my ass in the air on Larry's lap, my wife spread my as cheeks revealing my virgin rosebud. "Now you will take your punishment for breaking one of my rules, I don't like to hurt my playthings so when I do I make shore it has a lasting effect,. You don't want a repeat offence believe me you are not ready for that kind of pain." 

He then took a last long draw off of his cigar and pushed the red hot ember to my asshole. 

"OH GOD, MASTER PLEASE." I screamed. 

He didn't hold the cigar there but a second but believe me when I say its an experience that will stay with you forever, and a second feels like and hour. I cried like a little girl as Larry caressed the back of my head and my ass. "There there little princess its all over now." I laid there my ass on fire, the shock of the pain had sobered me up a bit and the shame of what I had done was starting to creep back into my head. Jenny and Deb after a nod from Larry took there places back at his side. I laid there sobbing for a Wyle ashamed to raise my head as master played with my ass and petted me. 

"Ok its time to finish this ceremony, and with all good ceremony's something has to be sacrificed." We all moved over to the carpet in front of the fire place, the girls positioned me down on my hands and knees in the doggy position. Deb then got down on her back in front of me and spread her legs showing me her pretty pink snatch. Her pussy was soaking wet and gaped open a bit, you could tell that it had been stretched to its limit on several occasions. Jenny came up to my side and knelt down to put some kind of lube on my ass, making the pain almost gone at once. I breathed a sigh of relief as she rubbed in the cream inserting two finger into my ass, working the cream deep inside me. 

"He is ready for you daddy" Jenny announced with excitement. The drugs from earlier were starting to wear off now and I was now starting to get a little panicky. Larry must have sensed this and with a nod Deb pulled the bottle of pink perfume from under her pillow and sprayed five sprays on her gapeing snatch. She then grabbed me by the back of the neck and buried my face in her sloppy wet pussy. The taste of her pussy and the sweetness of her perfume were enough to put me back in the trance at once. I was ready for anything, they could have set me on fire at that point and I would have never known it was happening. With my ass in the air, my face buried in my mothers gash, Larry came up behind me and Laid his stiff cock on my swollen asshole. 

"ITS TIME FOR YOU TO LEARN WHAT ITS LIKE TO BE A TRUE SISSY SLUT, IM GOING TO FUCK YOUR ASS LIKE IT'S A COMMON WHORES CUNT, BECAUSE PRINCESS YOUR ASSHOLE IS NOW MY PUSSY. ITS MINE TO FUCK WHENEVER I WISH, AND YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A USELESS CUNT, A SISSY LITTLE COCKSUCKING CUNT." With that Larry shoved the length of his cock into my ass, He shoved into me with so much force it knocked the air out of my lungs. I let out a scream from the pain, but there was no air in my lungs to get much out but a moan, I barely got a breath when Deb grabbed me by the hair and pulled me back to her sloppy cunt. Larry forced his way into me picking up pace going deeper with every thrust, it felt like he was going to split me into. 

"THAT'S A GOOD LITTLE BITCH, HOW DO YOU LIKE HAVING A COCK IN YOUR ASS, DO YOU FEEL LIKE A GIRL NOW, DOSE THIS MAKE YOU FEEL LIKE YOUR CUNT ASS IS GOING TO BURST," Larry screamed. 

I moaned a little, the drug was working its magic on me now and the pain in my ass was almost gone. It was now starting to feel good, what is happening to me I thought. 

"That's it daddy fuck him good, I think he is starting to like it!" Jenny squealed. 

"I KNOW HE IS LIKEING IT JEN HE IS LOOSEING UP FOR ME I CAN FEEL HIM DRAWING ME IN, HIS ASS KNOWS WHAT HE DOSNT, THAT THIS IS WHAT HE IS MADE FOR."

I could feel my father thrusting deeper and deeper into me. The head of his dick was banging against my prostrate making drops of cum drip from the head of my dick with every thrust. All I could feel was him up inside of me the power he had over me was un imaginable. With every thrust his balls slapped against mine with a loud smack, it stirred a deep since of lust and shame in me. I was out of control, my body had betrayed me and all I wanted in the world was this feeling to last forever. 

As Larry's balls slapped against mine the pain and pressure started to grow, first in my balls then inside of me. Underneath me Deb was stating to moan as I devoured her sloppy gash, she moaned with delight as she raised her pelvis and pulled my head harder and deeper into her cunt. She gasped all at once and started to buck upward into my face, a warm thick juice started to flow into my mouth as she started to scream. 

"OH FUCK MASTER HE IS MAKING ME CUM!" she creamed. Her juice flowed into my mouth and down my throat, I thought I would drown in the sticky nectar. Larry slowed down his thrusts and started to grind his dick into me, it was a wonderful feeling I could have never imagined such pleasure could come from another man. As Larry ground his huge dick deep into me I felt a warm rush come over me, in a daze I was floating in space, the pressure in my balls grew and the grinding of his dick against my insides pushed me over the edge. All at once I started to buck back wildly onto Larry's dick, the strongest orgasm I have ever felt shot through me, I didn't just shoot a load and finish like I usually would, I didn't cum like that at all, I was Cuming on the inside like a woman, he had made me cum by fucking my ass. Oh my god he was fucking my ass and making me cum, I let out a moan and started forcing myself back onto Larry's cock, forcing it deeper and deeper into me. 

"THAT'S IT BITCH, MAKE YOURSELF CUM ON MY DICK" Larry yelled. 

"OH GOD FUCK ME I MOANED." 

"Fuck him good daddy, the little sissy is Cuming in his ass like a girl." 

Larry's balls were slapping mine making a loud pop, faster and faster he stabbed up in my guts with his huge cock. I was starting to drip large gobs of cum from my dick which was strangely limp. All I could feel was a huge pulsing wave shooting from my ass to the tip of my dick, it was all I could do to keep from loosing consciousness. I screamed out over and over "OH GOD IM CUMING, IM CUMING PLEASE DON'T STOP." 

Larry slowed down taking control of the thrusts. Grabbing me by the hips he ground into me sending waves of pleasure through me, he reached down and crabbed my balls and gave them a tight squeeze. "THAT'S A GOOD LITTLE CUNT, YOUR ASSHOLE IS MY PUSSY NOW, AND IN TIME IT WILL LEARN TO ACT LIKE ONE."

I was lost in the moment, the joy if was feeling had over powered any fear or shame I might have felt, I could feel no pain as I slowly came down from my orgasm, my ass was wet and slippery from the fucking it had took. I thought Larry must have came inside of me, but he was still grinding away in me. 

"Are you ready to take my cum slut," Larry spat. He grabbed me by the hair of the head pulling me up from the warm wet gash my face was buried in. 

"ARE YOU READY CUNT?" He yelled with a sharp pull of my hair.

"YES MASTER." I answered. 

"BEG ME THEN, BEG ME TO CUM IN YOUR ASS," Larry yelled with another pull of my hair. "PLEASE CUM IN ME MASTER, PLEASE CUM INSIDE ME," I yelled. 

With that he grabbed me by the throat an slammed into me with a quick thrust. I could feel his cock pulsing inside me as it gave way what was held, at once I could feel the hot sticky juice run down my legs, "THAT'S IT CUNT, THAT'S A GOOD LITTLE WHORE." I was exhausted, Larry pulled his cock out of me and I fell into Deb's lap, my nose landing right in her gape. 

"Daddy I think he has passed out" Jenny giggled. 

Deb pulled my face from her pussy and I took in a shallow breath, 

"Oh I think he will be ok, just the pink pony having its way with him," Deb boasted. 

I lay there on my mothers lap, the cum running out of my ass. Feeling a tingle inside of me, it all seemed to unreal, how could he have made me cum so hard? I never knew sex could feel like this. I buried my face to hide my blushing, as Deb caressed the back of my head. 

"Take him up and get him ready for bed girls, our new little princess has had enough for one night. We will let her have some rest." With that I was took upstairs and cleaned up, as I laid down in bed my head was filled with all that had happened. I still couldn't believe he had made me cum like that, like a woman. "Get some rest now sissy, tomorrow will be a busy day," Jenny said as she tucked me in. 

"Aren't you going to stay with me sweetie" I asked.

"No daddy needs me in his room tonight, but if you're a good little cock sucker maybe we can have some time alone soon." She gave me a kiss on the nose and tiptoed out the room. Slowly I fell off to sleep, my asshole burning and my head filled with questions. I wonder what he will do to me tomorrow?




Man of the House Ch. 03



My alarm didn't ring as far as I know. Erin was my alarm clock, awakening me by jumping on me and pinning me to the bed, her chest pressed against my back.

"Waky waky, hands off snaky," she laughed, her mouth inches from my ear. There was laughter in her voice, but it was still too early.

"Get off," I mumbled.

"I'll get off later," she giggled. "You have to take me to breakfast first. Get u-u-u-u-," she continued, bouncing on me rhythmically as she dragged out "up."

I added my own rhythmic groaning to her bounces so that we were both making similar noises. "Uh-uh-uh-okay!" I said as I rolled to the side to get her off my back. She was laughing and made me smile. "I hate you, you know that?" I was still smiling as I said it.

"You love me," she returned, "and you can't live without me."

"Maybe not, but it wouldn't hurt to try."

"Shut up," she laughed, hitting me with my own pillow. I let out my own tired laugh.

"Okay," I surrendered. "Where am I taking you for breakfast?"

"Where do you think?"

"Papa Ray's? Seriously?"

"Pleeeeeeease," she begged. "I haven't been in forever."

"That's because it's gross."

"You're gross."

"YOU'RE gross."

"Come on, Cory. Take me to Papa Ray's. It's home of the $4.99 breakfast buffet," she said in a terribly exaggerated southern accent, quoting the badly-made commercial with some local kid in camo, hidden behind a plate piled with pancakes and bacon.

"God, don't remind me," I laughed. "Okay, I'll take you to Papa Ray's. Let me take a shower and I'll be ready in a few minutes."

"Oh my God," I muttered, taking a sip of my orange juice to rinse the taste out of my mouth, "how do you ruin bacon?"

Erin just laughed and shoveled another forkful of pancake drowned in syrup into her mouth. "Wmfffmpmk?"

"No, I don't want any pancakes. I'll just see if they have a cholesterol and botulism I.V. drip. That way I get the full effect of eating here without actually having to taste it."

By then, her mouth was mostly empty. "You have to ruin everything I love," she pouted.

I couldn't help it. I loved my sister. She could turn from pouty child to wanton seductress at will and pulled them both off perfectly. "I ruined Papa Ray's for you?" I asked, my eyebrows raised. "Great! My work here is done." She stuck her tongue out at me before laughing and taking a bite of what I assume was sausage. "I think I'm going to see if I can find any fruit that isn't brown or furry. Excuse me." I got up and walked back over to the buffet bar and grabbed a bowl, piling several kinds of fresh fruit into it, being mindful to avoid the "fruit salad", which experience had taught me was just terrible.

I returned to the table and stuck my fork into a cube of cantaloupe and made a face as I slowly approached my curled lips with it. 

"God!" Erin laughed. "Just eat the damned fruit."

I laughed and pulled the cube from the fork with my teeth. "Mmm. Flavorless AND mushy. Just like grandma used to make."

"You're an ass," she giggled, shaking her head and continuing with her breakfast. In all honesty the food wasn't bad. This was just one of the things I had been teasing her with since we were little.

For the next few minutes we laughed and joked, less about the food and more just about memories and dumb stuff we were dealing with currently. Of course we flirted a little bit, but nothing anyone else would pick up on since we were in the local public. We enjoyed our time together just relaxing since we didn't have a set schedule. Mom wouldn't be home until after four and it wasn't even nine o'clock yet. After we ate our breakfast we drove home, continually joking as we had all morning. It was good to be laughing with Erin again. One of the good things about this morning was that it reassured me that Erin and I were cool. Our relationship still had a strong base of the past, even with the new sexual dimension that had been added.

We arrived home and Erin waited for me at the front door. She didn't feel it necessary to take her purse since I was buying and driving, so she also didn't have her house key. I couldn't help but notice her in her tight-fitting blue t-shirt and tight daisy duke jean shorts. Of course I had noticed before, but she stood at the front door as I walked up several steps behind her and took in her shape, from her tanned feet in flip flops up her lean, toned legs, to her nicely rounded shorts and narrow waist, to her blonde pony tail that exposed her thin tanned neck. Just as I approached she looked back over her shoulder at me and smiled, her brown eyes sparkling gold as the sun hit them.

"Hurry up," she smiled. "You're so slow."

"Sorry," I said. "I was just enjoying the view."

"God, you're so corny," she said rolling her eyes. "But," she sighed, "if you're going to look anyway..." With that she bent down, keeping her legs straight, and placed her hands flat on the porch. 

Damn, she looked even more amazing! I'm glad she liked to put herself on display for me. Without standing up she looked up at me as I approached. Without a word, I stood directly behind her and placed my hands on the back of her thighs, feeling her taut hamstrings through her smooth skin. She let out a quiet moan as I ran my hands up to her ass and then followed up her back, leaning over her as my erection pressed into the crack of her ass. She slowly stood up, keeping her ass pressed against my crotch, and stood straight, pressing her chest forward as my hands came around and cupped her breasts.

Her right hand cupped my hand over her breast and her left hand came up to touch my cheek as she turned her head. I leaned my head forward to either receive her kiss or in hopes that she would receive mine. It didn't really matter. Our lips met and I noted that hers were soft, slightly opened and a little moist. I noticed the scent of her hair and of her make-up, which was powdery and clean. My left hand made its way to her hip, my pinky resting on the waist of her shorts and my thumb tucking its way under the hem of her shirt. I rested my hands right where they were. Erin, however, was making small circles with her hips, gyrating against my intense arousal. Our tongues played like a symphony, drawing each other to build before Erin interrupted, turning her head forward and looking down. 

She continued to breathe heavily as she warned, "Not here. Someone might see. We need to get inside."

I stepped around her without a word and unlocked the door. I could feel her pressing against me, her hands on my lower back, almost as if she was willing herself to pass through me into the front door. We stepped through and I immediately wrapped her in my arms as I kicked the door closed behind me. My tongue found hers again and she almost didn't have time to react. But she did. My god, did she react. Her legs wrapped around my waist as she jumped into my arms, grinding herself against me again. She tasted amazing.

"Wait." She pulled back and pushed against my shoulders, lowering her legs to the floor. "Not yet." She was still breathing heavily and I could tell she wanted this as much as me. "I have something to show you."

"Mm, I like the sound of that."

"Perv."

"You say that like it's a bad thing," I smiled.

"You're going to want to see this." She took my hand and led me to mom's room. She pulled me to the bed and told me to sit down. Without stopping she went to mom's desk and sat down as she opened her laptop. Mom never turned it off, so it only took a second for the login screen to pop up and Erin quickly clicked through to the desktop before scanning the desktop icons and clicking on one. In that folder she scanned again, then turned and smiled at me before opening one of the documents. As the document opened, Erin carried the laptop over to me and set it on the bed with an excited smile.

"Read it," she said, kneeling by the bed. I turned and began reading the first sentence. Quickly she caught on and corrected me. "Out loud."

"Oh. Okay." I cleared my throat and began.

'I hadn't been night swimming in years. When I had initially suggested it I was just looking to relax and enjoy time with my son and daughter. At least that's what I told myself. I knew what they looked like in their swimsuits. I had been to countless races and watched my girl beat out her competitors, but mostly I just watched my girl. And I wanted to see my son in his swimsuit as well. He had turned into such a beautiful young man.

It's been a long time since I've had the pleasure of a man's company. By a long time I mean years, and by a man's company I mean sex. I've been watching him for several months, but if I were to be completely honest it has been a couple of years. He has all the great qualities of a man: kind, caring, attractive, and funny; and none of the temper of his shitbird father. But that weekend he showed me that protective masculinity that I have wanted my whole life. I was walking a ledge before then, but that day I fell over the edge.'

At this point, I looked at Erin, who was on her knees between my legs, stroking my thighs as she listened to the story. I swallowed hard before I continued. Did I want to read any further? Hell, yeah, I did!

'My daughter kicked my ass in a race as her brother watched from the diving board. He looked powerful and authoritative sitting there. Yes, something as simple as sitting on the diving board gave him a look of power. From my angle his chest looked broader, his chin stronger. Was he looking at me with the same desire? No. He couldn't be. I'm in my early forties. What would he want with an old woman? And yet I thought I saw it: that look. I thought I saw him check me out sometimes. No. Probably wishful thinking, just me wanting to feel young again.'

She was wrong. Erin had moved her hands up under my shorts as I read. "See, Cory?" she smiled. I nodded with a knot in my stomach and turned back to the screen.

'The kicker came when she suggested we all go skinny-dipping. I protested out loud, but inwardly I was thrilled. Within a few minutes we were all naked in the cool dark water. It started as innocent fun, my grown children wrestling and teasing each other. All I saw was raw beauty and energy. My son embraced his sister from behind to throw her over his shoulder, but all I could imagine was what it would be like to be either one of them. How I would love to feel my son's body pressed against me from behind, or to embrace my daughter's lithe form as my son was doing right then.'

"Holy shit," I whispered to no one.

"Shh. Keep reading." Erin lowered my zipper and pulled my solid cock out through the fly of my boxers. I read on as her warm fingers embraced my shaft.

'Fortunately the evening did not end there. Within a few minutes I had been invited to play when my daughter lunged at me and dragged me under the water, my scream cut off in the flood. We burst to the surface together in fits of laughter and my daughter hugged me. "I love you, mom," she said. 

"I love you, too, sweetie."

Before I knew what was happening, my lips were on hers. It was an accident I guess, or at least that's how I comfort myself. I have kissed her a thousand times on the cheek, but this time I guess I missed. Maybe she turned into it. But I don't regret it. Not one bit. She pulled back suddenly and looked in my eyes with a look of confusion, then serenity. Closing her eyes, she moved slowly toward me again, kissing me gently. Her mouth open, her tongue invited itself into my mouth. I accepted the invitation gladly and returned her kiss. In no time, our hands were exploring. She felt so soft to my touch. I hadn't been with a woman in nearly twenty years, but I knew this was going to be better. It was special. This was a young lady that I loved with all my heart, not a drunken dare or an impulsive make-out with a sorority sister.'

"Oh, fuck, Erin." Her mouth had covered the top half of my erection while her hand worked the exposed shaft and her other hand wandered over my body randomly.

"Mmm. You like that?"

"Oh, my god." My head was thrown back and my eyes closed.

"No no. Keep reading. Our mom is writing about taking me as her lesbian lover. Don't you want to see what happens next?"

I looked down as she winked and took me back into her mouth. I continued on the best I could.

'My son looked on. I had forgotten he was there until I heard his voice. "That is so fucking hot," he muttered. I broke the kiss, embarrassed at first. But I watched him moving slowly toward us, smiling and shaking his head. My embarrassment faded as he approached and I was again overcome by desire. My daughter embraced me again, her hand covering my left breast, her mouth attaching to my collarbone. My son's hand touched my hip and he brought his lips and tongue to mine. It didn't take long before I felt two hands on my ass, one masculine, one feminine. Oh, my god, my children are feeling me up. My first threesome. Is that where this is going? I hope so.

My son backed away and put both hands on my waist, pulling me away from his sister's mouth. With almost no effort, he lifted me up and set me on the edge of the pool, my feet still dangling in the water, but the rest of me was totally exposed to them. God, how I wanted to continue hiding. What must they think? What was I doing?

"You're so beautiful, mom," my daughter whispered. My son echoed her perspective.

"And sexy," he said. His hands ran up along my thighs as he moved between my knees. My only comfort was that it was still dark out on the patio. The light from the pool cast a pale glow on us all. I could clearly see my son's erection. Though distorted by the rippling water, I found it impressive. His arousal was obvious.'

"Picture it, Cor. Mom staring at your cock, loving it, wanting it." Erin continued stroking me slowly and gently as she said it. "Keep going." She lowered her head again, taking me back into her mouth

'The warm night air kept me from getting cold, but it couldn't stop the goose bumps. I had chills from their touch. I reached down and kissed my son again, my arms wrapping around his shoulders as his encircled my waist. I was aware of the sound of my daughter climbing the stairs a few feet to my left, the water stirring. In a minute she was behind me, her hand on my shoulder. "Lie back, Mom," she whispered. I couldn't help it. I lay back and was surprised to find a cushion of folded towels.

As soon as I was on my back, my son pulled me forward so that my ass was at the edge of the pool. I gasped in surprise, but quickly surrendered. I knew what I wanted and I was thrilled that he wanted it, too. My daughter had knelt by my side and her lips touched mine again, our tongues once again dancing together. I felt my son press my legs up and out, his strong fingers grasping the backs of my thighs. I didn't resist. I couldn't. His lips grazed my inner thighs and circled my pussy, tickling my neatly trimmed bush. I couldn't help but moan into my daughter's mouth.

"He's good, isn't he?" she asked.

"What?"

"He's good at eating pussy. You're going to like this, mom."

Again I moaned as she re-attached her mouth to mine. This time her hand was on my breast. I was overwhelmed with sensations. My son's mouth was on my pussy and my sister's hand was caressing my breast. I was in heaven. I'd wanted this for so long. My little girl was right. Her brother was good as I was soon to find out. He licked a single stroke up from the back of my pussy to the clit. It had been so long since I had had a mouth on me down there. I'm glad he was the first. I shuddered and moaned at his touch. He closed his mouth over my clit and circled it with his tongue, causing my back to arch and another moan to escape my throat.

"How does she taste, Cory? Does she taste like me?"'

"Oh, fuck, mom," I moaned. "Erin," I asked, "Does mom really want us to fuck her?"

"I don't know, but I bet if we continue trying, we'll find out." Her hand never stopped moving. The pleasure was intense and I was leaking all over.

'"I told you," she said. "Wait till he gets going." My children had been fucking. I knew that now. I didn't know for how long, but I knew it. 

"Mm, he is good. Lick it, son. Lick momma's pussy." I couldn't believe I was prodding him on. He began working in earnest, focusing on my clit, then delving his tongue deep into my pussy. Back and forth he went, seemingly at random. My hips moved on their own. My daughter was now caressing one nipple while she sucked and licked at the other. The smell of sex surrounded me. It mixed with the smell of the chlorine, but was powerful enough to permeate it.

It didn't take long for me to feel my orgasm build. My children's tongues were working their magic. The tingle turned to jolts of electricity and finally it burst from my groin, spreading down my legs and up to my head. It was the most intense orgasm I had had in a long time. For a moment I was in a state of extreme pleasure, my whole body filled with pressure and electricity, then suddenly I was totally relaxed. I lay there trying to catch my breath.

My children helped me up and led me to a chaise. My daughter laid it out flat and my son helped lay me down on it. He was dripping wet and I noticed his erection was still strong. The head was swollen and veins wrapped around and under the shaft, giving a vision of power and virility. His balls hung low beneath the base. I wanted to reach out and take hold, but I was somehow still nervous about it. 

My daughter pushed back against my shoulders again and lay me completely back. She placed a folded towel under my head for a pillow and kissed me gently on the lips. With her mouth still close to mine she whispered, "Now, mom, let's see if that kind of talent is genetic." She kissed me once more as I tried to understand what she meant and she backed away with a smile. I caught on when she stood, ran her fingers through my hair and moved to straddle my head.

"No, baby, I don't..."

"Yes you do. I know you do." She was gentle as she said it. But she was right.

She settled over my face, her knees on either side. Her pussy was smooth and hairless with the exception of a small tuft of light brown hair resting above her clit. Her lips were pink and swollen, ready for my tongue. She was so beautiful. She was right. I wanted this.'

"What do you think? Do you want to see mom eating my pussy?" 

I was on the edge. My dick was as hard as it had ever been. "I don't know how long I can hold out, Erin."

She was unsympathetic. "Well, you're going to have to. The story isn't finished yet." She squeezed the base of my cock and stopped the other stimulation. My head and shaft were slick with pre-cum and saliva. My sister smiled as she squeezed the base. "But we're almost there. Let's finish mom's story."

I took a deep breath and nodded, trying to control myself.

'The smell of her pussy was divine, and oddly familiar. Did she taste like me, I wondered? She lowered herself until I could feel the softness of her lips on mine. The heat emanating from her cunt washed over my mouth and cheeks. Before I took my first taste I felt hands pushing my legs apart again. I opened them, knowing what I wanted. I drew a sharp breath when I felt the hot bulging head brush against the lips of my dripping wet snatch. God, it had been so long since I had had a real cock inside me.

"Oh, yeah," I whispered. I wanted this so badly. "Push it in. Fill me with your cock, son."'

Just the thought of mom eating Erin's pussy and asking me to fuck her was enough to push me to the top. "Fuck, Erin, I'm cumming."

"No you're not!" She squeezed the base hard again. "I was thinking for dinner I would make that chicken and rice that you like. What do you think? I already checked and we have everything we need. So we can have a light lunch since we had a big breakfast and..."




Man of the House Ch. 03



"What? What the hell are you talking about?"

"Still about to blow?"

"Okay, I get it." I took some slow deep breaths. After a few moments I nodded. Erin smiled at me and nodded at the laptop. I took another deep breath before continuing on.

'The pressure on my pussy increased as he pressed his head into me. Slowly he pressed forward, drawing my breath out of me. It didn't burn or stretch the way I thought it might, but instead filled me perfectly. I felt his balls against my ass and his groin pressing against my clit. "Oh my god, that's perfect." He slowly withdrew and pushed forward again, building to a steady rhythm. What did my pussy feel like to him? Was I tight like his sister or did I feel old and worn? I hoped he liked what I had to offer.

"Don't forget about me," my daughter giggled, again brushing my hair with her fingers.

"Never." I was more ready now than I had been a moment ago. I wrapped my hands around my girl's thighs and squeezed her ass, pulling her toward me even tighter. She gasped at my touch as I forced her onto my mouth. I first kissed her clitoris, then sucked her lips into my mouth. She moaned as I savored the taste and texture of her love.

"Oh, my god, mom. That feels so good."

I applied everything I loved. I explored her pussy, digging with my tongue, curling it, varying the pattern, speed, and focus. Soon she began riding my face, sliding across my chin and mouth. She looked so fucking sexy as she played with her own tits and rode my mouth. She looked into my eyes in a way that pierced my soul.

Combined with the feeling of her brother's cock grazing against my insides, my daughter's movements and moaning were pushing me to the edge. I felt myself losing control of my muscles. My hips thrust and ground on their own and my hands squeezed the ass in their grasp. My breathing was rapid and uncontrollable. 

That was it. I lost it. Another orgasm wracked my body as my son fucked my pussy and my daughter fucked my mouth. This one was even better than the last one. I actually saw stars. That hasn't happened in forever.

"Go! Fuck her! You're a real mother-fucker!" my little girl teased her brother as she started moving more quickly on my tongue, using my face to bring her own orgasm.

"God, mom! You really know how to eat a pussy. I'm about to cum." She was right. She started leaking out onto my mouth at the same time her brother picked up the pace.

"Where do you want it, mom? In or out?" My little boy was asking where he should shoot his load. Choices, choices. I wanted to see it, taste it, and feel it. I couldn't decide. But I hadn't felt a man swell inside me for so long I wanted that the most. 

"In me. Cum in momma's pussy, baby!" I was getting more worked up again just thinking about it.

"Fuck, mom! Here it is!" My daughter flinched on my face, grabbing my hair and squeezing her tit. My mouth was flooded with hot juice. I had forgotten how much I loved the taste of a woman's orgasm. Again I was pushed toward the edge.

"Are you going to fill momma's pussy with your seed, son?" My daughter had raised herself up, resting her hands on the chair above my head. I could look between her legs and watch my son's abs contract as he thrust into me. He was soaked and I couldn't tell if it was still pool water or fresh sweat. It didn't matter. I loved it. He looked me in the eye and increased his pace. His breathing became erratic and his brow furrowed.

"God, mom!" he breathed. "You're so hot."

"Mm. So are you two. Go ahead, baby. It's okay." I spread my legs even further, drawing my knees up. My daughter moved to the side and then took a seat behind me, cradling my head on her stomach. She wanted to see it, too.

"Fu-!" He railed into me, burying himself to the hilt and I felt his cock twitch inside me, accompanied by a flooding warmth that pushed back toward the opening. He was filling me up completely. It felt amazing. I had made a good choice.'

The story may not be completely finished, but I was. "Oh, shit, Erin! I can't hold it anymore."

"That's okay," she breathed, removing her mouth from me once again. "Let it go. I want to see it." She was as turned on as I was. She stroked my full length while looking me in the eye. She wouldn't have even had to be good at giving handjobs right now, but she was anyway, and every time she bumped the ridge, it was like a jolt of electricity.

I didn't have any more words. My hips thrust and Erin kept working. My eyes were pinched closed and there was a light show behind my eyelids. The first blast was like I was pissing fire.

"OH! There it is!" Erin exclaimed excitedly. She kept up her work with diligence. Again and again my load blasted out of me and spattered on my shirt and shorts before it finally slowed down. I opened my eyes and was a little dizzy. I looked down and saw Erin smiling and she held her hand up to look at the glaze I had left on the back of her hand and fingers.

"Oh, my god, Erin. That was incredible."

"What part? The handjob or the story about us fucking mom?"

"Why do I have to choose?" I laughed, exhausted.

"You don't." She was smiling at me.

"Wow, you're right, though. Mom is a great writer. But how did you know about that story? I'm assuming mom wrote that after our swim last night."

"She did. She has some other stories and she's let me read them, but I found her dirty stuff by accident. This morning after she left I went snooping and found this new one. I wanted to choose a story for us to read and when I saw this one, I knew it had to be the one."

"Well, it was a good choice."

"Fuck that, it was a great choice," she corrected.

"You're right. Great choice. Do you want me to finish the story?"

"I don't think it matters right now, do you?" she asked.

"Not really."

"Me neither. Now get undressed."

I pulled my shirt and shorts off and she took them from me, wiping her hands off on my shirt. She took mom's laptop from me, closed the story out and put the computer back where she had found it. "Come on," she said, extending her hand to me. I took her hand and she stopped in the hall, looking back and forth between our rooms, her index finger tapping her lip. "Hmm," she muttered, "where to go." She turned to me. "Your room or mine?" she asked with a smile.

"We've never done it in my room. Let's start there."

"Very good." She led me to my room, leaving the door open because we were alone. The open door seemed strangely erotic to me. Maybe it was the fact that we were doing something so forbidden, so intimate, that made me think we should close the door. But having it open added another sense of danger somehow. I couldn't explain it.

Erin pulled the comforter down on my bed, exposing my white sheets underneath, and dropped onto her back across the bed. She stretched her arms overhead and brought one foot up, raising her knee toward the ceiling.

"Mmmm," she stretched. "It's your turn, brother. Come take care of your sister." She gave me that smile that made my brain decide it needed to pump more coal into the steamer and my erection started to return, albeit slowly.

I smiled back and walked over to her, kneeling beside her on the bed. I rested one hand by her head and leaned across her to kiss her. Her lips met mine before her tongue returned the invitation that my tongue had initiated. One arm stayed stretched over her head, her other hand stroking the back of my head as we kissed. My free hand caressed her stomach and ribs before making its way to her breasts.

She gasped when my hand grazed over her nipple. I could feel it through her shirt and had noticed earlier that she was not wearing a bra. Our passion increased as we continued to kiss and the hand that had been over her head now reached for me erection and she moaned into my mouth. I knew she wasn't here for that, at least not yet. She had made me cum with her hands and mouth and I needed to take care of her that way first. Honestly, I craved it. I loved the taste of my sister.

I moved my mouth from hers down her neck and crawled backwards, tracing her body with my mouth, stopping to nibble briefly on each nipple through her shirt before continuing downward. I unbuttoned her shorts and pulled them off her legs, tossing them to the floor. My sister lay on my bed in a tight blue t-shirt and a white translucent g-string.

"Damn, Erin." It's all I could say. She giggled and I pushed her thighs to the side. I kissed up her left thigh from her knee to the small white triangle covering her mound, drawing a moan from my little sister. I repeated it on the other leg and again drew a longer moan.

"Mmm, Cory, that feels amazing."

I began kissing her through her panties and gently raked my bottom teeth up from low between her legs up over her clit and she yelped in pleasure, giggling again. "God, Cor, you know what you're doing down there, don't you?" I simply smiled at her and dipped my head back down. I licked along the edge seam of her panties on one side, making her squirm before repeating it on the other side. I could smell her arousal plainly and she was heating up the air around my face. I buried my face in her pussy and my mouth pushed hard against the crotch of her panties. Her hand found the back of my head and she brushed my hair with her fingers.

Now I had a decision to make. I decided I wouldn't remove them. Instead...

I grasped her breasts over her shirt and pressed harder into her crotch. I loved how Erin was so expressive during sex. "God, you taste good, Erin. I love your pussy." I dove back in again and she moaned and gasped.

"Coryyyy." I pinched her nipples lightly and she arched herself into my mouth. I moved my left hand down and pushed my fingers under her left leg seam, hooking the little triangle in my fingers and pulled it the side. "Ooooohh, yeah. You getting a good look?"

"Just getting a better taste." Before she could respond I ran my tongue from bottom to top, causing her to gasp and moan again. Both hands flew to the sheets by her side and balled them in her fists. Her back arched as she let out a moan when I covered her clit with my mouth and circled it with my tongue. I quickly backed off and pulled her lips into my mouth, letting them slip free before again running my tongue up each side where her thighs met her groin.

"Why do you insist on teasing me? Just eat it already," she breathed, looking down at me while she squeezed her breasts through her dark blue shirt.

I didn't even answer. Not verbally anyway. My head dove forward quickly and again I was attacking her cunt with all I had. She was already dripping. We had known for nearly 12 hours that this was coming, so I'm sure she has been gearing up for it. I loved the taste and the smell of her love. I pressed my tongue into her and curled it upward before dragging it back out. "Oh shit!" she cried. I repeated this a few times and she responded with ragged breaths and flinching abs each time.

Knowing she wouldn't take long, I slid one hand up under her shirt, her outer thigh resting on my shoulder, and with the other hand I inserted my index and middle finger into her pussy, stroking in and out as my tongue worked her clit and my left hand teased her nipples, alternating back and forth. Erin alternately grabbed at the sheets, pulled on my head, and touched her own body. I was already on overdrive and I could tell she was, too. I wanted more than anything to make her cum. I was patient and persistent. She squirmed, cursed, moaned, grunted, leaked, and generally prodded me onward as she drew close to her own orgasm. I could taste her getting closer and my hand, mouth and chin were soaked. God, she tasted incredible.

My own erection was back at full strength and it took all I had not to grind myself into my sheets. "Holy shit, Cory! You're eating me so good!" Her voice was raspy. I could only mumble a response through her most sensitive parts. "Do you like eating my pussy, Cor? Tell me you like eating your sister's pussy." She practically whined that last sentence.

"I love eating your pussy."

"No," she gasped. "Say it like I said it."

"I love eating my sister's pussy."

That did it. "GAAHhh...." She cried, forcing my head onto her thrusting mound, her hand gripping my hair. Her grip was so strong it almost hurt. A flood of heat and salty sweetness flooded my mouth and splashed off my cheeks. Another short blast, followed by another. I forced it out of my mouth as I continued to lash at her clit with my tongue. My fingers were making sloshing noises as I continued to work her orgasm out of her, pressing up as I worked in and out quickly. Her thighs clamped around my head and she started pushing my head back, laughing about being sensitive.

But I didn't stop. I quickly grabbed both thighs and pressed them back and out and kept licking, focusing heavily on her clit, lightly flicking it with my tongue. No matter how hard she fought I did everything I could to keep my mouth on my precious treasure. "No! Stop, Cory! It's too much! Too much! AAAH! STOP!"

Nope. As much as she fought, I fought harder. I knew she was sensitive, but I wasn't really hurting her. She was just overwhelmed. Within a few seconds another orgasm climbed inside her and she began humping against my face again, her hand pulling at my head instead of pushing me away. "Fuck, Cory! I'm cumming again! OH FUCK!" 

Again I was blasted with her flavor. I kept working on her just as I had before, again putting two fingers inside and working them feverishly, her left leg having spread out on its own. As soon as this one was over, I quickly climbed over her and buried my tongue in her mouth. Still high from her climax, she was as hot as I was.

My hands were both on her body: her tits and her ass. She was humping at air as we kissed, but I intended to put a stop to that. I moved my hips until my cock was grazing around her pussy. She worked her own hips to line us up as we kissed and I pushed in until I broke through. She cursed into my mouth as I moaned into hers. I continued to press forward until I was all the way in. Her legs again wrapped around me and she rotated her hips as we kissed, massaging me inside her.

Her cervix circled around my head as she rotated and the walls of her pussy squeezed me, caressed me, embraced me. I hated to leave at all. This was sweet torture. On the one hand I was fully engulfed in my sister's vagina, being worked with skill and passion. On the other hand if I was going to give her a good solid fuck like I knew we both wanted, I would have to withdraw so I could thrust back in.

"God, Erin. I don't want to leave at all. You feel so incredible."

"Then don't leave. Stay here inside me." She kissed me again.

I pulled back a little and pushed back in slowly. She ground again.

I pulled back again and pushed back. "Cory," she smiled, "Are you trying to fuck your sister?"

"I'm trying."

"What is it Yoda says (She knew I was a Star Wars geek.)? 'Do or do not. There is no try.'" She smiled again.

I pulled out again, more this time, until only the head was still inside, and pushed in with a little more force and speed. My eyes never left hers. She jumped with my impact. Her eyes slammed open for an instant as I forced the air out of her lungs with a sharp gasp. She smiled as she nodded at me.

"That's it, brother. Fuck me. Don't try. Do it."

Again and again I pulled out and drove in, picking up speed and power on each thrust. She became more responsive as well, unwrapping her legs from me and grabbing herself behind each knee. I pushed up on my arms and built up more speed, slamming into her. Our skin made slapping noises as I drilled into her and she bit her lips closed, pinching her eyes shut as she silently flooded my cock with her orgasm.

Erin let out a long, loud sigh, almost forcing herself to breathe. She again started prodding me forward, directing me to find my own pleasure.

"Oh, God!"

"Fuck me!"

"Drill me with that hard cock!"

"Fuck your sister's dripping pussy!"

"Make me cum again!"

And variations of the above statements. They were not rote or rhythmic. For the next few minutes I sped up and slowed down, pressed hard and eased back, went deep and stayed shallow. On occasion I would pull out and run the underside of my shaft and head along her clit before burying back into her again.

"Wait, Cory. Pull out for a second." Disappointed, I pulled out and Erin grabbed two pillows, placing them under her hips, and pulled her legs up again, this time almost folding herself in half. "Okay," she smiled. "Put it back in."

I couldn't believe how different it felt. I had never had a girlfriend do this before. I had to lean further over her and I put my knees up on the pillows, but when I entered her, she was more narrow, hugging me all along the shaft, and for some reason I could also get deeper. The skin on my cock was pulled all the way tight and my sensitivity increased significantly. It's like I could feel every swell and every ridge of my sister's vaginal canal on every ridge, vein, knob, and square inch of skin on my own erection.

When I bottomed out, I said, "Holy shit, Erin!" 

At the same time her eyes rolled back in her head and she muttered, "God, you're deep."

I didn't have a whole lot of control anymore. I had never felt anything like this. I started pounding into her, trying to drive her into the mattress. I was sweating up a storm and all the nerves in my body went offline except the ones in my groin. It's like that's all the power my brain had, like it can only focus on one area: the one that demanded the most attention.

"Yeah, Cor! Fuck me! Fuck me!" She was splattering with every thrust, almost as if she was in a constant state of orgasm. 

"Fuck, Erin! I'm cumming!"

"Do it! Cum in my pussy!" 

I got lightheaded as I felt the tingle in my groin. My nerves were firing all up from the head of my cock to my stomach. I let out an involuntary... I don't know. Grunt? Growl? It was longer than grunt, but not loud like a yell. Either way, that had never happened to me before. I came so much she could probably taste it. I kept thrusting as I could, but it wasn't smooth. My hips stuttered as my balls forced out as much as they could.

Erin was screaming with me, hers a true squeal, a stream of clear fluid flooding down around her groin and creating a little stream down her stomach and between her breasts before trailing off to the side of her neck and onto my sheets. If I could have held myself up I would have, but I couldn't. I slipped out of my sister as I collapsed on top of her, her legs dropping back to my sides. I rolled off to the side and Erin rolled with me, reaching behind her to pull the pillows to the side.

"Eewww," she said, smiling, "you're pillow is soaked." Her hair was matted to her forehead and she had a sheen of sweat all over her body. Her groin was drenched and the smell of her arousal and our orgasms permeated the air.

"Did you pee on it?" I smiled.

"Don't look at me. You're the one who made me cum all over the place."

"Well, if you weren't so incredibly sexy maybe I would have been able to control myself a little better."

"If that's the kind of blame you're putting on me, I'll take it." She draped her arm and leg over me and lifted her head so I could put my arm around her. I caressed her back and side with one hand while resting my other hand on the knee resting on my hip. Erin idly played with my chest hair as we lay there recovering.

After a few minutes of silence I finally spoke. "Erin."

"Yeah."

"I need to rest for a while, but afterward can you make some of those sloppy joe pockets I like?"

"Sure. I think we have everything. It shouldn't take long."

"I haven't had one of those in forever. I think I'm going to need my energy for this afternoon."




Man of the House Ch. 03



She propped up on her elbow and looked at me with a seductive look. "Got big plans for the afternoon, do ya?"

"Not really. Just staying home with my boring-ass sister."

"Really?" she asked. "You really think my ass is boring?"

"Trust me, Erin. There's nothing boring about you. Including your ass." I propped my head up to kiss her and she leaned in, giving me a gentle kiss on the lips. She rested back on my chest and let out a sigh. 

I drifted off to sleep and must have slept hard. Next thing I know my sister is standing by my bed, gently calling out to me.

"Cory...Cory."

"Mm." I stirred and opened my eyes. There she was in one of my dress shirts and nothing else, holding a plate and a glass of soda. "Hey. Wow, I like that." I smiled as I tried to sit up and prop against the headboard.

"I hope you don't mind me borrowing one of your shirts." She smiled as she said it, tilting her head to one side just a little.

"Not at all. You look great."

"Well," she leaned down a little, handing me my plate and setting the glass on my nightstand, "I would have stayed sans clothing, but meat spatters in the skillet."

"Ah, I see." I looked at the large doughy pocket on my plate and inhaled. "This smells so good. Thank you, Erin."

"No problem. I made yours extra big. I know how much you like them. And I don't want you to run out of energy." She winked before leaning in and giving me a quick kiss. "Let me go get mine and we'll have lunch." She left and returned a minute later with her own plate and glass, which she set on the nightstand before unbuttoning my shirt and dropping it off her shoulders. She climbed into bed beside me and reached over to get her plate.

For the next few minutes we talked as we ate. The meal was as delicious as I had remembered, and the company was better than it had ever been. I looked at the clock and it was almost 1.

"Oh, man! You let me sleep for two hours?" I asked.

"No. I let you sleep for one and a half. I got up after about 45 minutes and went to make lunch, but didn't see the need in waking you up if you were still tired. We couldn't do anything while I was cooking anyway. Besides, we still have plenty of time, so relax. Besides, if there's anything we don't get to today, it doesn't mean we won't get to it, right?"

"Yeah, I guess you're right. I just want to make the most of our day off together."

"We've done pretty good so far. Let's finish lunch and I've got some dessert for us."

"Dessert? What is it?"

"Just eat your lunch, Cory," she smiled.

After a few minutes we had finished our lunch and Erin stood up and came around to get my plate and glass. I watched her walk, naked, out of my room and she returned a few minutes later with a plate of fresh fruit, smiling at me. She didn't say a word as she set the plate down on my nightstand and leaned in to kiss me. As we kissed, I noticed that she had already sampled the fruit as her mouth tasted sweet. She licked my lips and I returned her kiss. Withdrawing her tongue she pushed a piece of fruit into my mouth and backed away with a smile. 

"I hope you still like strawberries," she said.

I nodded with a smile as I chewed the small, tart fruit in my mouth. "Always have. I like them better now, though."

"Good," she said, sitting on the foot of my bed. "I have more fruit, but you have to find it. Now close your eyes." I closed my eyes and felt her shift on the bed a few times before she said, "Okay." When I opened my eyes, she was lying on the bed with a slice of kiwi over each nipple, her legs together.

"Oh, good. A scavenger hunt." I leaned over her and placed my hand on her stomach.

"No hands," she said, shaking a finger at me.

"Fair enough." I withdrew my hand and scooted forward for balance as I leaned over her and took one slice of kiwi into my mouth and chewed. When it was mostly gone I leaned over and licked around her nipple, tasting the sweet and tangy flavor of the tropical fruit, plucked from my own private paradise. She giggled and moaned and her hand came up to stroke my hair.

"No hands," I reminded her and she whined as she withdrew it.

Sucking on her nipple and alternating my motions by pulling it with my teeth, taking most of her tit into my mouth, and simply tracing around it with my tongue, I could tell it was getting to her. I loved her tits and I could tell that she loved that I loved her tits.

As much as I loved kiwi, it was the treasure underneath that drew me to trace a line with my tongue to the other piece of fruit. Hooking it and lifting it with my tongue, I pulled it up and cleaned all the juices as I had with the first one, before sitting up and chewing it. Erin was giggling and shaking her head at me. I just winked and smiled.

It didn't take me long to find the grape in her navel. I was surprised to find how turned on she got when I licked around and in her belly button. Maybe it was my own impatience, but it was never a thing I spent much time on. I figured if I was down there anyway, I should probably just keep moving and go for the gold. But I camped here for a little bit, and she was loving it. Oddly enough, so was I.

"God, stop teasing me, Cor," she whined. "Besides," she said in a quietly innocent voice, "You still have more fruit to find. With that she rolled over as if she was ready for a massage. "No hands."

Of course she looked amazing. I loved her back and her legs and her ass and her...Wait. I looked closer and laughed a little. She started laughing.

"Seriously? How did you do that?"

"It wasn't easy," she said, still laughing. "And remember, no hands." About halfway down the crack of her ass was the tip of a strawberry peaking out. She hadn't stuck it in her butthole, but it was instead pinched in between her cheeks a couple inches north of her pretty pink knot.

I leaned down and kissed the top of her crack and ran my tongue in circles before tracing it down the center, causing her to giggle and squirm, eventually moaning. I could tell she wanted to thrust her hips back at my mouth, but if she did that she may lose her grip. Instead she rolled her hips and moaned as my tongue ran through her perfect ass. Because her ass was tiny and tight I didn't have much trouble working that strawberry loose, but I still spent some time playing around and licking up the juice. As much as I loved my sister's ass, I had never done any kind of anal play. My previous two long-term girlfriends said it was gross, my last one even saying, "If you ever put your mouth there, I'll never kiss you again. That's like licking my own ass." We ended soon after, but not because of that. As much as she didn't want anyone to touch her asshole, she had no trouble going out with assholes. Like Trevor. Dick.

What the hell? I thought. At this point I was just licking for our mutual benefit. I ran my tongue down her crack and I could feel her tailbone and also the change of texture in her skin. The tip of my tongue was right up against her balloon knot and she was enjoying me. Frankly, so was I. I couldn't believe I was licking my sister's ass, and it tasted like strawberry. Some of the juice had run a little, since she had cut the leaves off the top and left it open. She was fighting to keep her hips down, but sometimes she would lose ground and they would rise on their own, opening her up to me just a little more. As much as she wanted it, she cried for me to stop.

"Wait," she whined, breathing heavily. "More fruit. There's more fruit."

"But..." I didn't want to stop.

"Finish the game, Cor. Please. For me." She bent her knees up and kicked her feet a little, her toes pointing at the ceiling. 

I smiled. Her toes had a grip on two more grapes, one in each foot. I dug the grape out from one foot with my tongue and continued to suck on her toes, which surprised me that I enjoyed it so much. My sister was likewise moaning at the effect it was having on her. I repeated the process with the other foot and then licked up her leg, planting kisses and nibbles along the way.

"That's not all, Erin. Is it? There's one more piece of fruit, isn't there."

Without a word my sister rose up on her hands and knees and looked back at me with that smoldering gaze that I love so much. This one was going to be easy to find. I could see it already. Peeking out from between her lips was a purple grape, nestled right up against her clitoral hood. Leaning forward, I kissed each cheek of her ass and again returned my tongue to the top of her ass crack. Stroking down toward her pussy, I stopped and again circled her asshole with my tongue, lightly grazing the wrinkled skin. I kissed it before continuing down and feeling her soft smooth skin against the tip of my tongue as her flavor changed from just skin to her natural feminine lubricant.

I savored her taste and smell and moaned into her groin. I hated that I couldn't use my hands, but that was the rule. Instead I licked down one side and back up the other before dropping down to flick across her clit. She whined and pulled her hips forward away from me at that one, but I chased her with my mouth. She quickly pressed back against me, again whining as I played. Curling my tongue around the grape I plucked it from her, hopefully ending the game, but I knew I wasn't finishing our fun.

"Mmm, you found them all," she mumbled sleepily. "What do you want for your reward?" Her head was down on the mattress, but her ass was still up in the air. Her eyes were closed and her hair kind of draped over half of her face. She looked so. Damn. Sexy. 

"I'll let you know. Right now I just want to taste you cumming again." I quickly buried my tongue in her, forcing her to jam her ass back against my face, my lips pressing against hers.

"God, Cor! Oh, my fucking god!" Her hands were gripping the sheets and she kept constant pressure against my face as she moaned and whined while I continued to alternate between burying my tongue and licking her clit and lips. 

I pulled away quickly and lay back. "Erin, sit on my face and suck me off." She giggled and scrambled to straddle my head. As she lowered herself over me, her feet against the sides of my ribs, she quickly raised her ass back up and looked at me from between her legs. Her hair hung down like a curtain around her face and she smiled as she reminded me, "No hands."

"No hands," I replied with a smile. 

She shook her head with a small laugh and squatted over my face before rocking forward onto her knees and scooting back. She placed her hands on the bed on either side of my hips and I felt her breath on my groin. "I love your cock, Cory. It's so beautiful and it fills me just right."

"Oh, god, Erin." 

"Mmm," she said, taking one ball into her mouth, her cheek rested against the side of my dick. She let it out and licked up the bottom of the shaft, sending a chill through me until she hit the ridge of my helmet and suddenly a bolt of electricity kicked through my core. 

"Shit!"

"Oh, you like that, huh?" She was giggling as she asked. "How do you like this?"

Suddenly the top part of my cock was warm and I felt her tongue circle briefly around the tip, but the warmth moved gradually down until I felt her lips surrounding my base as the end of my prick slid into her throat.

My hips jerked on their own and my hands balled the sheets into white-knuckled fists. I didn't know what else to do with my hands, but I had to do something. My sister just stayed there, her tongue whipping at whatever it could reach while the rest of her mouth was filled with my steely shaft. "Fuck, sis! How do you...? FUCK!"

Erin ripped her head back up, exposing me to the cold air and she gasped when I escaped her mouth. "Whew!" she laughed. "Too bad I have to breathe or I could keep you in my mouth for years." She sat up and pressed her ass back. "You're being lazy. I thought you wanted me to suck your cock while you ate my pussy. Someone's not keeping up their end of the bargain."

I again buried my tongue in her twat in response, forcing it in as far as I could. "OH!" she yelped, but settled onto my face with a contented sigh and I again felt her mouth cover my shaft. Slowly she moved, up and down, up and down. She pulled completely off and sucked along the underside before burying me in her mouth again and bobbing leisurely, her tongue never stopping its assault on the tip, ridge, and shaft. Bolts of electricity were firing all through my thighs and stomach as she worked. It was all I could do to concentrate on eating her until she flooded me.

But I carried on. I focused on the taste of her juices, the smooth soft texture of her skin, the light feel of her lips as they spread for my tongue. I licked the soft wrinkles of her asshole before flicking the hard bump of her clitoris, sheathed behind the soft skin of the hood. Her hips flinched at my touch and she grunted around me. Her hands found my ass, digging between my cheeks and the bedspread. She grabbed my ass and began pulling herself downward, burying me as she went before popping back up, freeing me and gasping. 

Continuing to glide back and forth across my mouth, her hips began to stutter and she didn't revisit my cock for a few moments. I couldn't have that.

"Someone's not sucking my dick like they promised."

"OHMMmm..." She engulfed me as she responded and went for it full force. I didn't want to cum yet. I mean, I did, but I didn't want to be out of commission yet, so I really worked her over so I could taste her again. My mouth and tongue were really going at it on her constantly flooding cunt. My cheeks were soaked and I used my lips to pull on her lips and my tongue to do everything else, covering all the pertinent areas.

As she approached her own orgasm she tried to back away, but when she did I thrust up, pressing my feet into the bed and arching my back. She tried to protest, but all I heard was "MMMMmm mmm mmm" before her throat closed up as she flooded my face with her juices, her hips flinching and her flavor washing through my mouth. "MMMMMMMmmmmmmm", she growled around my shaft, her lips forced against my pubic mound.

After a few seconds I dropped back to the bed and popped free. She rolled off of me, winded and breathing heavily. Her face was red, her eyes watery and her mouth was soaked all around it. I looked down and my dick was hard, red, and dripping with some frothy bubbles gathered at the base. She smiled faintly and nodded.

"What are you smiling at?" I asked aggressively. I wasn't angry, but I still wasn't done and I didn't want her getting a break. I quickly rolled her over as she let out a surprised squeal, then yanked her hips up so I was kneeling behind her.

"You think you can just take whatever you want, Cory?" She sounded pissed and dropped back onto her stomach as she looked over her shoulder, fire in her eyes.

I grabbed her hips and pulled them back up again without resistance. She whipped her head around, her hair flinging over her right shoulder, and she shook her ass as she smiled at me with a gentle smile. "Come on, Cory," she said gently. "Make love to me." 

I grabbed her hip with one hand and my cock with the other.

"No," she whispered. "Make love to me."

I think I cocked my head a little. She soothed me, taking the edge off. But she still looked damned sexy. She put her hand on mine, the one that was on her hip, and her fingers stroked the back of my hand. My thumb stroked the skin of her ass and I smiled back. 

I walked forward a little on my knees and she spread her legs to let me in between her feet. Taking her hand of mine, she reached between her legs and stroked my shaft, her fingers lightly scratching at my sac. I let out a long relaxed breath. Grabbing my shaft a little tighter, she pushed her hips back and pulled me forward slightly until we met. She lined us up and we pushed into each other.

My sister moaned. "That's nice, Cor. A perfect fit." She moved slightly forward until I was only halfway inside her, then slowly buried me again. We were soon in a relaxed rhythm. I couldn't believe the powerful sensations I was receiving from this. A moment ago I was ready to pound into my sister, but now I was receiving maximum pleasure from a slow gentle rhythm. Sex had never felt like this before. I could feel every ridge and ripple. As she pulsed around me, it sent a pulse of pleasure through my whole body. 

As she looked back at me again, she reached her hand back and I took it. She pushed herself up a little with her other hand and I felt her pull against me. Pulling her back, I put my arm around her waist and lifted her back to me. She was kneeling in front of me, her back against my chest, my cock still buried into her as she ground her hips against me. My hand made its way to her nipple, cupping over it as one of her hands pressed against my ass and the other came up to stroke my left cheek.

Erin turned her face toward me and I bent my head forward and turned it so that our lips would meet. As we made love we gently kissed, tasting each other and grazing lips with tongues. At this angle I wasn't buried all the way, but instead only the top half was inside her, the underside and ridge of my head being massaged constantly by her velveteen walls. I tried not to flinch, but I couldn't take much more.

"Erin," I whispered into her mouth, "I'm about to cum."

"Okay," she said gently. "I'll take care of it." With that she leaned forward again and pulled free before turning around casually and stroking me while on her hands and knees. Her mouth latched onto me and she continued the rhythm of our lovemaking with her mouth and hand. I placed my hand on the back of her head, not to hold her in place, but to caress her. I was so in love with my sister right then.

"Here it comes," I strained, feeling the intensity of my orgasm gathering in my balls. She never changed a thing.

The fire built.

She didn't stop.

My whole body tensed and my ass clinched tight as I fired shot after shot into my sister's mouth. She never stopped pumping and never changed her pace. She just swallowed and pumped, swallowed and pumped, swallowed and pumped. It wasn't until my erection started to wane that she gave one final pull with her lips and backed away, letting my dick fall away.

Sitting up on her knees, my sister smiled at me. I dropped to mine, out of breath. She brought her hand up to my cheek and stroked her thumb on it. "That was wonderful," she said quietly. "Thank you for today."

"Believe me, it was my pleasure."

Erin turned to look at the clock and said, "It's almost 3:30. Mom will be home soon. I need to wash your sheets. Why don't you go get your swimsuit off the roof?" She leaned in and kissed me gently on the lips, which I gladly returned.

Without another word, Erin climbed off the bed and walked to her room naked. A minute later she came back in her shorts and tank and shook her head. I hadn't moved. "Seriously," she laughed. "Go get your swimsuit so I can wash it." She held out her hand and I took it, knee-walking to the edge of the bed before stepping off. I put on a fresh pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt while Erin stripped the sheets off my bed. She lit an apple cinnamon candle in my room to get rid of the sex smell.

I was climbing down off the ladder in the front yard with a still-damp swimsuit in my hand when mom pulled up in the driveway.

"Hey!" she yelled. "I see you found your swimsuit!" She had a huge smile that I could see all the way from the other end of the house. I just held the swimsuit up over my head in response before collapsing the step ladder and carrying it toward the garage.

Mom waited for me by the garage, and stood on her toes to give me a kiss on the cheek. "How was your day?" she asked.

"Really good," I said with a smile. "Good day."



Man Of The House Ch. 03



She woke along side her son, in his bed. Her naked body ached from an entire day of sexual activity, and she smelled and tasted of semen. Karen was thoroughly confused and more than alittle aroused. She tried to stretch and contort her lithe form to ease the soreness, yet still wallow in the feeling of sexual languor. 

Her son Michael, woke easily. He looked well-rested and contented. He reached between her legs and casually began to tease and tickle her pussy lips, flicking his fingers over her clit. 

"I like the way your nipples perk-up when I touch you, the more you squirm, the harder my cock gets."

Karen had to admit that her small, brown nipples were indeed hard, like diamonds on her chest. And the moaning and heavy breathing that filled the room was coming from deep inside of her. How, she wondered, could her body betray her this way? Her own son had raped her and forced her to perform oral-sex, swallowing his load. Then compounded the indignities by calling her a whore and a slut. Yet she had orgasmed more times than she could count. Was this filthy taboo a turn-on and even a hidden fantasy? Her mind was spinning out of her control!

Something akin to Stockholm Syndrome had settled into her psyche. Her son Mike had taken direction of her sensations and was at this moment able to use and adjust her desires to suit his pleasure. Always a lonely woman, Karen had also been losing her own identity. This man, Michael, was able to bring her back to the young, attractive, sexy persona she had abandoned so many years ago. 

It was incest technically, it was rape if she persued it. It was also violently passionate and strangely seductive. Mike had awakened senses in her that had been locked-up in a lifetime past. He wanted to have a maddening feast of her body. She wanted the rules, needed the rules. Leave the domination and decisions to another. Tell her what to do, command her, and she was willing to obey. The act of sex was exciting again. The nasty names were oddly arousing. His forcefulness and degradation helped play to her feeling of subjugation. And it all amounted to the best sex and strongest orgasms she could ever remember or imagine. 

Karen tried to delve into her inner reaches, to set a name to this emotion creeping tantalizingly into her. She wanted to call it shame or atleast coercion. She knew really, though, it was liberation. 

This time when Mike snapped his fingers and motioned towards his cock, there was no hesitation or complaint. She sucked it in greedily, now happy with the notion that she could take his huge hard-on in her mouth. She also realized that having swallowed so much sperm, she was used to the flavor and texture. And more than a little proud that she could make him cum so fast. 

After she downed this next load, she asked the obvious question. To this Mike replied, "You're mine now, You'll suck me every morning and night. Your body belongs to me, and you will make it your duty to please me. I want your body available to me at my leisure. There will be no more bras and undies worn in this house. And when I come home, you will be waiting at the door, on your knees, offering yourself to me. I will continue to support you and pay all the bills. The house, cars, credit-cards, jewelry and all will be my gift aslong as you follow the rules here." Karen dutifully nodded at every word. "And tell me again," he said, "what are the rules?"

"I'm your bitch", was her zombie-like answer, "and I'll please you in any way you desire...just aslong as Jenny never finds out." She absent-mindedly began stroking his big cock and watched with growing desire as it sprang to life. Her nipples were achingly hard and the warm flow started in her vagina. Her breasts heaved as Mike teased her nipples with the slightest pressure and he eased her hungry lips onto his swollen pecker. "Make it feel good, bitch. And we'll discuss my dear sister, later." 

It had finally sunk in. Karen, a divorcee and mother of two grown kids had been broken of spirit. Her life had been spent pleasing bosses that didn't know she existed; a husband that used her as housekeeper and breeder; a daughter who used her for dinners and fancy clothes, on her way out to that rich-girl college; and now, her twenty-two year-old son had openly declared that he wanted and expected her to be his sex-slave or "cum-dumpster", as he sometimes put it. 

What happened? How and why? 

For the first time in two days, Mike permitted her to walk around the home without supervision. She felt relieved. He told her to shower and apply make-up, when she returned he had laid-out an outfit for her. A pair of cute shorts; red and satiny, cut high. And a long loose mans white tank-top, and low heels. Mike was not in the room but she donned the clothes with no second thought. Before she left the bedroom, her reflection in the mirror caught her eye. Her jet-black hair hung softly down the middle of her back and just to the top of her well-formed 36C tits. Her olive skin was fit and trim though obviously showing signs of having birthed two children. Her butt looked firm and round in the clingy material of the shorts and thanks to all the biking, her long legs were well-muscled. Karen believed her legs to be her best feature, so she stood on her toes once or twice, to flex her calves and tighten her thighs. She noticed her curvy ass give a pleasing jiggle, too. Her boobs looked full and heavy under the cotton tee and her dark nipples showed through the flimsy shirt. Karen realized that for the first time in years, she liked her appearance. And someone else,(as sick as it sounds,) finds her attractive and wants to open-up her sexuality. 

Is it possible that this was what she wanted? What she needed and desired? "You know, if today goes okay, I can make this work. I know he's my son. No one else has to know. We're not getting married, it's just sex! And WOW!, do I orgasm. Besides, nobody else was knocking on my door." Satisfied with her reasoning, she actually smiled brightly and ran her long fingers through her silky, black hair. As she started toward the kitchen, one final thought nagged at her, "am I about to act like a slut or have I become one?"

Mike was lounging at the kitchen table, coffee in hand, as Karen strolled past on her way to the stove. She felt a rather affectionate slap on her ass as she passed. And when Mike asked to see her tits, she playfully hoisted her shirt for a quick flash. She caught the sudden smile on his face and momentarily flushed. She enjoyed that she could please him like this. As she poured her coffee, she could feel that tremendous boner rub against her ass cheeks. Then his big, warm hands snaked their way under her shirt and cupped her bouncy breasts. 

"My God, Michael. Are you mainlining Viagra? Give me a chance. My ass still has marks from the spankings. There are big, blue bruises on my chest. And my pussy is so sore, I can only sit on cushioned chairs."

"Is your mouth sore, too?" He smirked.

With that, he cracked a big smile. Karen laughed harder than she had, in years. And she decided to drop to her knees and engulf his massive prick. She wanted him to see how completely now, she enjoyed her new sex life. She sucked greedily on that wonderful cock and slurped until her lipstick was smeared across her pretty face. He was pleased with her response and lifted her gently on to his lap. He brushed his fingers through her dark locks and kissed her nape down to her lower back. 

"The problem Mom...er Karen, is that you have been with too many old men." He laughed, "I'm young, stiff and horny. And now you get to enjoy it all!" 

She thought to herself, "the problem is...there haven't been any men at all. Now this stud, I know he's my son. But I also know he'll keep this secret, keep me safe and provide all the sex I can handle. And oh yeah, I can get used to orgasms 10-15 times a day!"

They were both laughing while he thrust his raging hard-on at her backside and squeezed her soft fleshy mounds. He whispered hoarsely in her ear, "I'm gonna fuck you all day long and fill you with my cum."

She was in ecstasy with her legs spread and her delicate hands pumping furiously on his stiff rod. She believed that they were now a team and this was how she wanted it to continue. It wasn't long until his spunk shot straight up on to her chest and neck and they both laughed as the semen splashed on her boobs and face. Mike scraped it off her tits and she hungrily devoured his sticky fingers. He could have been serving her champagne and strawberries, the way she lapped it up. Mike pinched her ass and Karen joked that his penis had finally gone limp. For the first time all week, the mood was light-hearted. Mike acted spent and exhausted. Karen tugged her shirt back down over her sticky breasts. She just wobbled to her feet when they saw Jenny in the doorway. 

Jen was nineteen. And like her mother, had dark black hair and soft brown eyes. She was athletically built with smooth skin the color of milk chocolate. Her hair was shag-cut and tied with a deep blue bandana. She wore a matching blue sports-bra and crisp white shorts. Jenny was a sun-goddess and today had been jogging and playing volleyball on the beach. At home, she was often oblivious to family situations and today was no different. To see her mother and brother nervously laughing and tickling each other, did not seem out of the ordinary. She said a pithy, "hello to all", grabbed a sports-drink and headed to her room. 

Karen however, was embarrassed and abit scared. "You don't think she saw us , do you? We have to be careful when she's home. Maybe we should stick to the bedroom or wait until she goes back to class." Karen had unwittingly become a co-conspirator. She believed that she had arrived as a complimentary figure to this sexual equation. Her transformation was complete. She was a sex-slave and a willing participant to 

incest. Mike could call her a slut and she would purr. He could point to the floor and she would drop to her knees and begin to fellate him. He could degrade her in many ways as long as he made her cum. And God, did she cum. It seemed that she found what she wanted, atlast.

Mike had different ideas entirely. He hardly noticed that his own mother had given in to his wildest fantasies. She was his slave and subject, but not nearly his equal. Not in this situation. He went after her and she ceded all control. From his point of view, he won and who-cares about anyone else. He only saw that one training program was going well and another one was about to commence. 

By noon they had switched rooms. Jenny was in the kitchen. She had a quick bite and left a note for her mother. As usual, she was going to the beach and would not be home until dark so they should keep her supper warm.

Karen and Mike were back in his bed. Mike was stretched-out, his hands propped behind his head and wore a big, shit-eating grin. Karen was riding his cock like a rodeo cowboy. Bucking and bouncing to another orgasm totally lost in this new-found sensation. Mike started to knead her bouncing boobs. Her head lulled back and her sweaty hair flew all about her head. Her eyes were shut tight as the passion rose to another climax. Moaning and hollering, she shook until he had to grab her. After release, she continued to shake as she lay on his chest. Her juices streamed down her thighs and her matted hair lay heavy on her shoulders. 

"Finally", she thought, "a man thinks I'm hot and sexy. It's dirty and naughty but there is such a thrill to it. A lot of women have rape fantasies or incest fantasies. This is only a game. We enjoy it. There's no harm." She went on, trying always to convince herself. "He calls me a whore or bitch. He spanks me. He has leather harnesses that we haven't even explored yet. And I'm getting good at blowjobs and taking that thick meat whenever or wherever. Why not just have sex and have fun?" 

"But, we have to be careful about Jenny," she blurted out. "If you have any good ideas, I'm game."

Mike mistook her comment, as he was barely listening to her, anyway. But it didn't really matter because he did have a really good idea. "You're gonna have to talk to her and tell her the rules."

"What rules? What are you talking about? Have you lost your mind?" Her resolve temporarily, shaken. "Michael, this is only between you and I, isn't it?" Fear or something like it, rising in her voice.

"Tell her that she has to get with the program." He had been working on this decision all day. "She has twenty-four hours to come to me or she can move-the-hell out. As far as I'm concerned she's just a stuck-up little bitch and dead-weight around my neck. If she wants to sleep on a feather-bed in silk pajamas, not to mention that university I'm paying for, she is going to start pleasing me non-stop. I want that tight little pussy well-trained and obedient! Tell her tonight, it's put-out or get-out!" His power-trip was hitting full stride. It worked so well once, why not one more time. 

Karen was stunned. His ego-trip was on overdrive and she was having trouble fitting all the pieces together. "Michael, that's your kid-sister your talking about. She mustn't know. And what if she would say something?" A hint of trepidation entered her mind. Was she upset?...or jealous? Is it possible she was feeling threatened by Jen. Was it the shame of Jenny finding out or was it the off-chance she may have to share her newly-found sex-machine with her younger, prettier daughter?" Her world was spinning out of control. Three days ago, Karen was a lonely, bored housewife and mother. Now she is an incestuous slut. And tonight she is supposed to be a procurer for her son's sexual domination of her nineteen year old baby girl. 

"Michael, what am I supposed to say? I can't tell her that. Maybe we've gone too far. This was fun and exciting but I think we've hit a dangerous place, here. Please, Mike." Unfortunately, Karen had still not seen how entirely Mike had changed, and the ultimate thrill he was experiencing from this sadistic streak. 

"Listen bitch, you can take your ass out of here ,too. You and dear Jenny can get an apartment of your own. Buy your own clothes, pay your own bills and, oh yeah, Get jobs!...24 hours and the clock is ticking!"

"Michael", she pleaded, "I'm alright with all of this, I can handle it. I'll do whatever you say. But, let's leave Jen out of this. We can keep things quiet for awhile. And it will take Jen a couple months to find a place and move all of her stuff."

"What stuff?!" Michael fumed. "I bought her car, I bought all her clothes and furniture. And the tab for her tuition is nearing a quarter of a million dollars." His anger was starting to collide with his new vanity. "This is my house. I own everything in it, including you and little miss sweet-pussy down the hall. I'll have sex if I want in every room, and your little twat is mine, too. Tell her, to come to me tonight as my slave or get the hell out!" He was feeling a rush and would not permit dissent. "Now suck me off and don't waste a drop. From now on ,your on a high-protein diet. Your pussy, mouth and ass are gonna get filled, daily. Get to work."

With a great handful of her hair and a sharp slap on her ass, she was on her knees and in a trance. His overpowering force acted like an aphrodisiac on her. Her slurping was immediate and intense. She worked his cock in and out of her mouth like a piston firing in a sports car. The drool ran down her chin as his saliva-soaked rod pumped far down her throat. Karen jacked his cock down to the roots and cupped his ball as she had been taught. He loved the feeling and was gorged and well-lubed. So why waste the opportunity. When he repositioned her, she eagerly anticipated another steamy fuck session. Her eyes grew wide and wild though, when she felt that monster tool pushing to the brink of her asshole. Mike forced her head down into the pillow and held her bottom up with a firm grip on her hips. His enormous cock was a couple inches deep when she let out her first yelp. "I'm gonna be easy on you, but make no mistake, I'm gonna fuck your tight little ass, mother."

Just saying that phrase put him over the top. For Karen, the sin, shame and eroticism were overwhelming. She lost herself in a forbidden fantasy and Mike plowed eight inches of manhood into her anus. It took only a minute for a rhythm to develop and soon she was pushing back on each upstroke. Karen slipped her right hand between her legs to grind her palm on her clit. Mike worked her big, wobbly tits like they were the joysticks on his new video game. The pounding picked up steam. 

"Fuck me baby. This is the one. I feel your meat inside me and I'm ready to burst." She shuddered. She began to rock so violently, Mike had to hold on to protect himself. Neither of them had ever had anal sex, but the situation was a perfect storm. Karen screamed and swore. Mike moaned and let out an animal-roar. He yanked on her tits and pulled her hair taught. Karen Tightened her abs and squeezed her vagina. The fluids poured out of them by the gallon. He pumped she, quivered maniacally. Then just as suddenly it ended. He wanted to stay in but her wild gyrations bucked him off. They both lay spent and heaving on the linens. 

The entire room smelled of sweat and sex. The sheets were soaked and their bodies glistened. After a few hours of recovery time they heard Jenny downstairs. Karen showered and dressed. Mike gave her some last instructions. She worked up her courage and headed for the door. A very strange sexual conversation with her daughter was in the offing and she was both frantically terrified and floating on a post-sexual high. "Karen, take your shirt off," Mike ordered. 

She froze for a second as she reached for the hem of her shirt. She supposed for a moment that he abandoned the "Jenny Plan", and wanted more sex. So she tugged the skin-tight jersey over head, mussing her beautiful hair and exposing her sweet boobs. "I thought you wanted me to talk to Jen." She may have over-played her hand.

"I do, but do it topless so that you are both very clear about the message. Now go tell that little bitch about the new house-rules!"

...end of chapter 3.



Man of the House Ch. 03



To be continued?

Cuckoldmojo



Man of the House Ch. 04



POP!

A stream of foaming champagne ran down mom's hand as she and Erin squealed and giggled, Erin trying to get the flutes under the stream before it hit the floor, but failing miserably. I laughed and shook my head as I yanked a stream of paper towels off the roll, which rested upright on a stainless steel holder by the kitchen sink. As I wiped the mess off the floor the ladies continued to laugh and called me "boy" while telling me I missed a spot. I also had to clean the splashes off their shoes, which didn't bother me a bit. As I returned from throwing away the dripping paper towel wad, my sister handed me a half-full champagne flute and my mother sighed.

"A toast," she said, looking to each of us. "To the absence of fear and a new day of freedom." We all clinked glasses and repeated, "To freedom."

Oh, wait. I'm sorry. I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me back up.

It has been nearly two months since that weekend when I came home to find dad beating up on mom again, and kicked him out. Erin and I have been sexually involved ever since and have occasionally read more of mom's stories. Since that night we went swimming, mom has tried to maintain her composure and nothing else has come of that night that we gave her the massage. But she has continued to write.

So anyway, a couple of weeks after that weekend, mom walked in from work, talking on the phone. She was clearly irate. 

"So that's how it's going to be, then? You're going to go after everything?"

She looked at me when she walked in, and pulled a manila folder out of her brief case before tossing it on the table and pointing at it. 

"You don't have to remind me how long! I'm well aware!"

The voice on the other end was escalated and although I couldn't hear the words, I could definitely pick up on the tone. I opened the package mom pointed at and pulled out a stack of papers with the name of a legal firm at the top and centered in bold letters was the phrase "Dissolution of Marriage"

Holy shit! Dad was filing for divorce? I looked at mom wide-eyed and she nodded, her eyes narrow as the voice continued to rant on the phone.

"Fine. I'm not going to fight the divorce. I'll get an attorney tomorrow, but why don't you come over tonight so we can tell the kids together?"

The voice protested.

"Oh, come on! It's the least you can do. Be a man for once in your life...I'll speak to you however I damned-well please! What are you gonna do, divorce me?...No you don't have to stay for dinner. Just come over, we'll tell them and you can leave. We both want the divorce, so it's not like I'm going to fight you about it. And I'd be real surprised if the kids did, either...Fine." She hung up and dropped the phone on the table.

"I can't believe dad's divorcing you," I said. "I thought it would be the other way around."

"Yeah, well...Anyway, he'll be here in a little while. Is Erin home?"

I pointed out back.

"Of course." Mom stepped over to the sliding glass door and opened it before calling to my sister. After Erin answered, mom just waved her in before closing the door back.

Erin walked into the kitchen wearing her usual bikini, this time a yellow one. She slid her sunglasses up onto the top of her head, pushing her hair back. "Hey, mom. What's up?"

"Your father and I are getting a divorce."

"It's about time you left his sorry ass," she said.

"Actually," mom corrected, "He's leaving me. I was served papers at work today."

"Sorry, mom."

"It's okay, baby," she consoled Erin with her own acceptance. "He had the balls to do what I've always wanted to, but never could. Anyway, he'll be over here in a little while to tell you two. Act surprised."

"Sure thing," I said. Erin echoed, "No problem." 

"Well, I'm going to go change. I'll be right back." With that, Erin scampered around the corner and up the stairs.

Erin returned a few minutes later in her shorts and t-shirt and it wasn't much longer before the doorbell rang. I walked to the front and opened the door. Dad was there and he looked surprised and frankly a little intimidated when he saw me. I held my ground and blocked the door for a little longer than I needed to.

"Your, uh...your mom asked me to come over," he stammered, mostly avoiding my gaze.

"She said you would be coming by. Come on in." I opened the door and stepped to the side, closing it as soon as he was clear of it, and as he walked in, I was right on his heels.

As he entered the kitchen he asked, "Who changed the damned locks?"

"I did," I said sternly right behind him. He flinched as soon as I made a noise.

"Oh."

I passed him and sat at the kitchen table beside Erin. Actually I was sitting at the head of the table in the chair that had traditionally been his, but it was right next to Erin's seat. Mom sat at her usual seat at the other end and dad was forced to take a seat at the side, in my old chair.

"So," mom said to dad, "Why don't you start?"

"I...uh..."

"Oh, calm down. Just tell them what you came to tell them." Mom seemed so nonchalant about the whole thing, but she had to have known that her confidence was unsettling for him. It was not her ordinary response to him. In his defense, however, we had already set up for a home-field advantage. Mom was still in her work clothes, we changed the locks so he had to be let into his own house, and his seat at the head of the table was taken by the son who drew his blood a few weeks before.

"Well...your mom and I...um...you know that we haven't had a very good marriage lately, and..."

"Good god, Larry. Just get to the point," mom pushed, flustering dad even more.

"Okay, okay. Um, kids, your mom and I are getting a divorce."

"Okay," Erin said matter-of-factly.

"Anything else?" I asked, not even blinking.

Dad was stunned. He was kind of wide-eyed and looked over at mom who didn't move either. "No. That's...that's all."

"Okay. Well, thanks for coming over and telling the kids. Now," she said, reaching for the envelope and pulling out the papers, "About the settlement. I don't think it's fair at all. It seems a little...I don't know...disproportionate. I was thinking more along the lines of this." She slid him a single sheet of paper that had a list of numbers on it.

He took a minute to look at it and then looked up at her again, laughing a little. "You're fucking crazy if you think I'm going to go with this."

"What? The way I see it, you can be done with me, get a quick, clean divorce, leave with enough cash that it equals a year's worth of your salary, and can move on with your life."

"No way! This house, your car, twenty-five years, they all come into play and I want what's coming to me!" he fumed.

"Really?" she said, pulling another packet out of her briefcase. "You want what's coming to you?" She opened the envelope and fanned out the last few years' worth of abuse pictures and event statements on the table in front of us. It pissed me off just to see them again, my memory flooding back to all the times I cleaned up mom's blood and went to get Mrs. W. to help out. I looked at Erin and her eyes were red and tear-filled. I reached for her hand and gave it a squeeze.

Dad's jaw was hanging open and his eyes were wide. "Where did you...? What...?"

"Soooo," mom dragged out, "If you want to take the quick and dirty divorce, I would much rather do that. But if you want to drag it out, I can do that, too. I'm sure the court would love to see the state of our marriage for the past two decades. And I'd be happy to press charges. You can spend some time in jail and THEN we can work through a settlement if you'd like. Like I said, I can go for quick and dirty, or I can drag it out, but it will still be dirty. Your call."

Dad sighed, looked at the pictures and then looked at the terms mom wanted. He bobbed his head a few times in a nod of understanding, folded up the paper and put it in his shirt pocket. "If I do what you want on this list, you won't come after me later?"

"Not a chance. The last thing I want to see is your sloppy drunken face near this family again. You formalize that settlement and I'll sign it. I expect to hear from your lawyer with my new settlement by the end of next week."

Dad nodded and stood. I quickly stood to match him and to be ready. Dad looked at me. "I guess this makes you the man of the house now, son."

"I've been the only man in this house for a long time."

Dad looked shocked. I simply pointed toward the front door. He turned to walk away and I walked close behind him. I opened the door and when he stepped out onto the porch, he turned around. I was still standing in the door.

"Cory," he said, reaching for a handshake.

"Fuck you, dad," I said before slamming the door and locking the deadbolt.

So here we are, six weeks later. Dad's lawyer sent the settlement mom had asked for and both signed it. This afternoon they had both met with a judge for a bench hearing, which was pretty much the judge asking if they both wanted this and both really agreed to the settlement. When they affirmed they had, he dropped his gavel and dissolved the union.

"So how does it feel, mom," I asked.

"Oh, honey," she laughed, "You have no idea. It feels great. Such a huge weight has been lifted."

"I'm proud of you, mom," Erin said. "You really stood up to dad and did what needed to be done."

"Thank you, sweetie." Mom touched Erin's arm and smiled.

"Well, I think I should grill some steaks and we can have a proper celebration dinner," I suggested.

"Ooh, that sounds good, baby. We can eat on the patio."

Over the next hour we had all changed into more casual clothes and sipped champagne while the steaks and potatoes cooked and while Erin and mom sliced vegetables for the salad. The ladies walked around the kitchen barefoot, wearing their casual tank tops and shorts. It was a delight to see; as I had shared before, they are both very beautiful. Mom had a new spring to her step, one that I had not seen before. She was truly lighter on her feet. 

When I had gone out to light the grill and let it heat up, I came back in to hear the satellite radio playing eighties music, the kind that mom liked to listen to. We all knew a lot of the songs because as we rode with mom in her car, she made it clear that the radio was hers and we had to listen to whatever she wanted. Duran Duran, Bananarama, Journey, the Police and early U2 were part of our childhood memories now, the soundtrack to our play times, if you will. Dad hated it and preferred his classic country: Waylon, Willie, Johnny and George were his staples. They were his drinking buddies.

But he was gone now, and I had a feeling that Hank Williams, Jr. would never come into our living room again.

As I went out to check on the steaks I lit the citronella torches and table candles and turned on the pool light, leaving the patio lights off. There was still plenty of light from the torches, pool light and light coming through the glass door that we would be able to eat and see each other without a problem. I heard mom and Erin inside laughing and looked in through the glass to see them dancing in the living room to the B-52s' "Love Shack." Each had her almost-empty glass in her hand and they laughed as they sang along, Erin doing the part of Fred's one-off echo, apparently his sole purpose in the band. When the song ended and Aerosmith started up, they fell into each other's arms laughing. It did my heart good. 

I opened the door and walked in, catching their eye. "Hey! There he is!" mom yelled. 

Uh oh, I thought. Time to cut the champagne.

I laughed at them as they continued to dance to "Dude Looks Like a Lady", mom pointing to me as she sang it. I just shook my head to more laughter, laughing along with them. Actually, more AT them really. I checked the champagne bottle and was only mildly surprised to find it empty.

"Really, mom?" I yelled over the music and twisted the bottle in my hand. She just shrugged and downed her glass.

"We're celebrating, remember?" she yelled back. I just waved and tossed the bottle into the trash can. I opened the fridge to make sure and naturally there was another bottle in there. I pulled out a 2-liter of Mountain Dew and held it up for them to see. They both pouted and whined, but I just tapped the side of the bottle and nodded.

I filled three glasses and carried them out to the patio and made a couple more trips to get the salad and dishes. The steak plates were heating on the grill beside the foil-wrapped potatoes. Checking the meat one more time, I put the steak plates into the plate holders and put a steak and potato on each one before setting each one on the table next to the glasses at each seat.

The sun was almost completely gone now, the sky holding onto that space between purple and gray, enough to outline the trees, but not enough to cast a shadow. It was a beautiful night out.

I approached the door to call the ladies to dinner and was surprised at what I saw. There was a slow song playing and they were dancing together. The music was lower and mom had her head on Erin's shoulder, her eyes closed and her hands wrapped around my sister's shoulders.

"Your father never danced with me," she said. "I used to try to get him to, but he never would." Her eyes teared up a little and she sniffled when she said.

I walked up unnoticed. "May I cut in?" I asked. Mom straightened up and looked at me, surprised. Erin was just as surprised it seemed. "I'll dance with you, mom." I held out my hand with a smile. Mom smiled back and took my hand before reaching up to wrap her arms around my neck. My arms found her waist and wrapped around back a little. She rested her head on my chest and it felt amazing.

I looked over at Erin, who was watching and she just winked at me and blew me a kiss. She watched as we danced slowly, barely moving, but moving. As Clapton's guitar faded out, mom lifted her head and looked me in the eye.

"Thank you for dancing with momma, baby." She stood on her tiptoes and kissed me on the cheek, again a little closer to the corner of my mouth than would seem proper, but I wasn't complaining.

Phil Collins interrupted our moment, causing mom to snap back to the present, it seemed. "Man," she laughed awkwardly, backing up, "That champagne went right through me. I need to use the restroom. Excuse me." She continued to back away as she spoke, not knowing where to look apparently. 

"Yeah, okay. Well, dinner's ready so come on out when you finish up."

Mom nodded and hurried into the hall where she quickly closed the bathroom door. Erin walked up and quickly wrapped her arms around my neck, giving me a long tongueless kiss on the lips. "Thank you for that," she said. "That was about the sweetest thing I've ever seen." She gave me one more quick kiss and then stepped toward the door, opening it to the patio and taking her seat at the table as I followed behind her.

She sat at the table and made a comment about how good everything looked and smelled. I thanked her and gave her and mom credit for the salad. Mom joined us a moment later, giving us an awkward smile as she took her seat. I remained standing and raised my glass. "Now, I know this isn't champagne, but I can still toast, right?" They both snickered and raised their glasses. "To a new household. To two ladies I dearly love. May peace, love, and freedom reign under this roof from now on." I extended my glass and they both nodded with "well-said" or "hear, hear" as our glasses clinked again.

I took my seat and we each began to prepare our potatoes as Erin used the tongs to put salad into each of our bowls. It was a light-hearted dinner and we each really seemed to relax and enjoy our time together. As mom took her first bite of steak, she said, "Wow, the steak is amazing, Cory." Erin echoed the sentiment and I thanked them both.

"Dinner's great," said Erin, "But it would be even better with more champagne." Mom agreed and laughed. 

"Later," I said. "I thought it would do us good to cut the effects with some food and a little non-alcoholic drink for a little bit. I'm not cutting it off completely, just for dinner." 

"Thanks, uncle Cory, for letting us drink at your house," Erin said like a young teen. Mom got a kick out of that and pointed her fork and laughed at me.

"If you give me an attitude, young lady, I'll cut you off AND tell your mother."

"Oh, no," she said, "I'm shaking. Oooooooohh." She had an exaggerated tremble in her hands as she hunched over in her chair, her eyes wide as she mocked me. She sat back and smiled as she put another bite of steak in her mouth.

"Brat," I said.

"Dillweed," she retorted.

"Now, children, don't make me pull this patio over. I'll do it." mom laughed.

"Sorry, mom," we both mocked in unison before all three of us burst into laughter.

The rest of the meal was enjoyable and light-hearted as well. The night was amazing, the food was good, and we were all in a great mood. After dinner, I started clearing the table, but mom and Erin insisted that I sit and relax and that they would do it instead. In a few minutes they had cleared the table and put the food away inside, as well as loading the dishes into the dishwasher. When they went inside, instead of closing the door, they simply closed the screen so that the music and laughter drifted out onto the patio. They were talking and laughing and singing like...well, like girls.

I looked out over the pool and yard, just enjoying the night as their laughter and the music drifted out toward me in the background. It wasn't much longer before I heard the screen slide open and I turned to see Mom come through first, with Erin right at her rear. Mom was holding the other champagne bottle and a flute, and Erin was holding two more flutes in one hand as she closed the screen with the other.

"Dinner's over," mom said. "More drinking." I shrugged and smiled because that was the deal. Mom opened the champagne and there was still some foam, but it was much less pronounced than the last bottle. They filled the first glass and mom handed it to me and then filled the two in Erin's hands. Mom set the bottle on the table, took a glass and sat down with a sigh.

No one said anything for a while. We just sat and listened to the bugs and the music and soaked in the night. We each sipped on our champagne for a little while

"God, I need to get laid," mom suddenly blurted out. I about choked on my sip of champagne. 

"MO-OM!" Erin squealed.

"AH! Oh, my God!" mom covered her mouth, her eyes wide with shock. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to say that out loud."

Erin and I looked at each and just started laughing. Mom was embarrassed we could tell, but didn't really know what to say. Erin just touched mom's arm and said, "It's okay," as she continued to laugh.

Mom buried her face in her hands and let out a groan. "I can't believe I just said that."

"It's fine, mom," I said, still smiling. "Don't worry about it."

"Hey, mom," Erin asked calmly, "How long has it been?"

"Erin!" mom protested.

"What? I'm just curious. How long?"

"I am NOT answering that," mom said, red-faced and incredulous.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry." Erin settled down and let it go.

Again it was quiet for a few minutes, the air still thick with tension, most of it coming from our mother. "Enough of this," Erin belted out, standing. "I'm going for a swim." With that she took of her shirt and walked quickly to the pool before mom could object, and then pushed her shorts down, kicking them to the side as mom called her name.

"Erin! That's..." 

SPLASH! She was in the water, a shape in the illuminated pool, briskly kicking toward the diving board. Mom just looked at me as if she wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say. Her mouth opened, but then she closed it and looked back at the pool as Erin burst through the surface at the deep end.




Man Of The House Ch. 04



 It may help to have read the previous parts, but I will try to make this a free-standing story.

*****

Karen was shaking. Perspiration glistened on her forehead and rivulets ran down the small of her back, and from her neck, between her heaving breasts and into the waistband of her silken undies. The light-green material of her shorts was darkening with the moisture and the fabric clung to her butt-cheeks and thighs. Her raven black hair laid heavy and wet on her shoulders and tiny drops of sweat beaded-up on the tips of her nipples and nose. She certainly didn't look or feel sexy and infact she believed that the sight of her would only serve to frighten her young daughter. 

She was being sent by her son and master, to recruit her daughter into their incestuous little affair. Half-naked and jittery, she was compelled to carry out her mission. Mike was adamant that she deliver young Jenny into his clutches. And to teach her the new rules of the house. 

And now, the "talk."

How was she to tell her nineteen year-old daughter, that her older brother wanted her as his sex slave? How could she explain that she, herself, already serviced him in all his deviant desires? And worst of all, that this episode was triggering prurient images in her own mind. She loved that Michael had taken control of her body and that by "forcing" her to comply to his wishes, she did not have to admit that she was captivated by these hidden longings. It seemed so much dirtier that she only followed orders and it could not really be incest if she was an "unwilling" participant. And now, her master was again demanding her obedience. She must "obey."

When she entered the room, Jen was instantly startled. Jenny had seen her mother undressed before, at pools or in the bathroom. But this was beyond weird. Karen sat beside her on the bed as Jen was stripping-off her bikini to take a shower. For a minute, Jen thought to cover her nakedness. But then she thought that her mom must have been tanning as had she. Jenny continued to wipe oil off of her bronzed body and offered another towel to her mother. Karen noticed that her lovely daughter had no tan lines. Her long, lean legs led up to a small triangle of wiry black hair. Her belly, rippling with abdominals, set of her round, perky tits. Karen figured her for a 34B with the same obscenely dark nipples as her mother. Jen was detangling her silky, black mop with her slender fingers and wrapped a towel around her luscious body. "Mom, I'm about to shower. I need to wash-off this oil and sand. Is there something you want?" 

Karen felt suddenly extremely self-conscious and could only shake her head. She covered her own bare breasts with her arms and opened the door to leave. Her mind was racing and she was torn between motherly affection for this young girl and a burning desire to ravish this beautiful woman. Her pulse beat rapidly and her temperature began to soar. She had to get out or something awful would happen. "We'll talk later, dear," was all she could muster, as she stumbled down the hall on her wobbly legs.

Mike was lounging naked on his bed when she returned. The rumpled sheets lay at the foot of the bed, a testament of their earlier romp. Only his stiff cock and evil grin betrayed his angelic features. The smile faded quickly when Karen reappeared after just five minutes. When he saw her bundled in a large white beach-towel, he knew that she had failed at her assignment. 

She had been apprehensive about the entire endeavor, but now seeing Mike's countenance suddenly darken, she felt a cold chill. 

"Come over hear now and suck my cock," he demanded, snapping his fingers and pointing towards his crotch. "You better learn to listen and follow orders." He reached for her roughly. He slid the flap of her shorts aside and plunged two fingers inside her pussy. Like towing a car, he yanked her to him, nearly dragging her to the edge of the bed. Mike swung his legs to the floor and with a heavy hand on her shoulder, he drove her to her knees . Karen felt her dark hair being pulled by the roots and knew instinctively that she better wrap her soft, pink lips around his pole and suck it dry. She slurped and gulped, spit running down her chin and neck. Her hand was a blur pumping his swollen cock and praying that she could soon make him cum. He had taught her many tricks in the previous few days on how to bring him off. And his mood always eased when he shot his load in her mouth. She used all her skills on this one. Mike's fingers, now wet with her juices worked their way to her backside. She knew what was about to happen, but didn't dare to move her mouth from his engorged rod. Two digits forced open her tightly puckered asshole. She let out a small yip and almost hopped off the floor. Her concentration never waivered, her mouth remained glued to his cock. This would be the best blow-job anyone had ever performed. 

Having given about twenty headjobs in the last few days, she understood what he wanted and how he liked it. Her high-protein diet had acquired in her, a taste for his semen and there was by now, very little spitting or choking. In just a few more strokes she could feel the torrent of cum smack the back wall of her throat. 

Mike groaned-out a veiled compliment, "that's better whore, suck it all down and rinse it clean." He jabbed his fingers even deeper into her ass and she started to quake. Karen learned that Mike could bring her to orgasm in a dozen ways. One week ago she could never imagine having an orgasm with anything in either her mouth or her ass. Today she had both and was shaking hard enough to rattle the windows! 

Secretly, maybe it was the hidden thrill of fucking her son. Or the submission she meekly accepted as he ordered her to strip and to diddle her pussy. "Slut, whore and bitch," were just words to start the foreplay. It was the most sex she had had in years, and by far the most and best orgasms. All her fantasies and perversions were coming to life, it was a thrill-a-minute and each day a new surprise. This is what sex was supposed to be like! 

Mike pulled his sloppy, sticky fingers from her ass with a "plop." He took his shiny, flaccid tool in his hand. He rubbed his meat on her cheeks and chin as her tongue darted after it. He slapped his cock against her face to emphasize his words, "you get one more chance to deliver your message or it's 'punishment-time.'"

Karen had no idea what that meant, but she understood that she must find Jen and spell-out the new house-rules. This situation was only beginning and she had to admit to herself that she was highly turned-on by it all. Her master commanded her and it was her pleasure to obey. Mike smacked her bare bottom and for good measure, planted an enormous sucker-bite over her left breast. He spun her like a top and directed her to the door. This time she would not only be topless, but now her undies were gone and she could not hide the fact that she just had sloppy sex. Infact, the proof of that was dripping down her leg. 

Her shower over, Jenny was once again sitting on her bed, running a brush through her wet, shiny hair. When she noticed her mom at the door, she reached for a robe but froze. Jen was stunned by Karen's awkward appearance. "Mom, are you okay? The shower is open, if you need it. Why are you walking around naked, today? You look like you lost a fight, or something?"

Karen held her palm out to signal a cease to all the questions and joined Jen on the bed. Screwing-up her courage and taking a deep breath, she began: 

"Jen, something strange and unbelievable has happened..."

It took only about five minutes. A lot less time than Karen had imagined. Mostly because Jenny sat transfixed with her mouth hanging open. Through it all, Jenny alternately gasped and shrieked. But it was her final phrase that truly delivered the punchline, "so essentially, Mike said that unless you are prepared to leave this house tomorrow, with nothing but the clothes on your back, you have to obey his orders and have sex with him whenever he desires." 

Jenny turned from pale-white to burnt-red. "Mom, this is nuts! He's nuts! You're not really having sex with Michael?...That's incest. I'm getting out of here and you're coming with me. We'll pack-up and go. I'll get the car. We'll call the police from my cell-phone."

Karen grabbed Jen by the upper arms and gently shook her. She inched closer to look her daughter in the eyes. "Jenny, dear, you are not listening. Michael says it's all his. The cars are in his name. So are all the credit cards. The bank account, phones, everything..." She tried to get through to her. "I'm too old to start over and work for tips somewhere. We couldn't afford an apartment even if we somehow found one, today. "I know this is alittle bizarre.

"Alittle? Mother listen to yourself! We have to go, now. 

"Jen, hear me out. I like this house. Mike pays for everything. He has even promised to hire a maid. I just need to have sex with him. "

Jenny let out a piercing scream. "Mom, how can you do that? Doesn't it disgust you? How can you even stand to let him touch you?"

Karen succeeded in calming her down. She went on, "I know it's a taboo subject. But really, we're not getting married, we're not making babies and nobody outside ever needs to know. We are consenting adults enjoying our bodies and having some fun." She was trying to hide the fact that she was now totally smitten with the sex. And the incestuous nature of it just heightened the eroticism. Karen didn't want to lie about it, any longer. "It may look bad to others but who cares? It's incest, so what? Once you get past that, the sex is fantastic!"

She continued, absorbed in the scenario. "Maybe it's the dirty excitement of it, I don't know for sure. But I have never had orgasms like this and I don't ever want them to stop. It's sex like with any other man, but I already know Mike. No stupid movies or dumb dinners. Just thrills and orgasms. I can't explain it all. We both get what we want."

For Karen, saying it out loud and to another person, finally made it real. She was a submissive. A sexual slave to her own son's naughty desires, and she got a thrill from that. Mike issued demands and she carried-out orders; oral, anal, anything he wanted became her command. Now he wanted his sister, Jenny. Karen understood that, fully. It was her duty to deliver the goods, and she enjoyed her duty. "You don't have to stay and join us, I'll understand. But, Mike wants an answer, soon." 

Jen could not believe her ears. Yet the proof was sitting right next to her. Her mother admitted that she bedded her son and now

offered-up excuses why it would be good for her, also. Jenny looked at Karen through tear-streaked lenses. Her mother, naked and reeking of sex, seemed to be proud or triumphant with this situation. Jenny was crushed. Her shoulders trembled and her eyes welled-up. "Mom, what am I supposed to do here? I can't make sense of this." The reality came crashing down on her. Deep sobbing filled the room. Karen held her close, rubbed her back gently, and ran her fingers through Jen's gorgeous, black, velvety hair. Jen was crying softly now, and rolled-up in a ball on the bed. Karen saw that there were no more soothing words to offer, so she covered her daughter with a blanket and kissed her on the cheek. She started for the door and then turned to add, "Mike said, if you're staying, come to his bedroom tonight without any shirt or bra!"

In Mike's room, they were both flooded with nervous energy. Mike laid on his bed, his lean frame relaxed. Both hands folded behind his head, his close-cropped hair tussled, he resembled a tourist on vacation. But underneath, his mind was whirring, "What if Jen did call the police, or worse, my uncles?" Though not illegal, the scandal would be career-ending. And his mother's brothers would kick his bony ass. Had he gone too far? His mother was already a willing if albeit reluctant player in this fantasy. Was it wise to have doubled-down like this? 

For her part, Karen was on all-fours, trying her best to stimulate him because her hormones were on overdrive. As hard as she pumped his cock and kissed his balls, Mike had trouble maintaining an erection. Karen was too hungry to stop. If needed, she would stuff it into her hot box, one soft inch at a time. 

Karen was in the eye of a storm. Divorced at 28 with two babies, she was now nearing forty. She was well-endowed, kind-hearted and made friends easily. But she had no allusions that a well-paying job or a luxury apartment were waiting for her to claim it. And the sex. It always came back to the sex! Isn't this what she had wanted forever? A man to unloose her "inner-slut?" Mike would never hurt her or betray their confidence. Why should he? She had always wanted a wealthy man to pick-up the tabs and to deliver her to ecstasy. This is it! The more she thought about it, the better it felt.

Maybe including Jen wasn't such a clever idea. But lying or hiding wouldn't work. She would find-out at some point. Karen could feel her own fantasies overpowering her fears. With Mike's coaxing, she now had the vision of a young woman joining them in their tryst. And, this beautiful, carbon-copy of her, was her nineteen year-old daughter. All the warning bells whistled in her mind, but the roar of Niagara Falls flowed in her vagina. If Jenny joined in, the thrills for all of them, would be through the roof. "Let's not even think about her saying "no," she mumbled. 

"Hmm, what did you say," Mike was momentarily stirred from his lethargy. 

"Nothing honey, let's just enjoy the moment," she renewed her effort to arouse him. And she let her other hand slip between her legs to feel the moistening glans that brought on her own pleasure. It wasn't perfect, but this was a relationship that she could deal with and get into. 

Mike's dizzying emotions were bringing him back to his present situation. "What do you think? What did she say? What did she sound like? Do you think she'll stay or go?" His composure was fracturing. Doubt racked his brain. For a brief moment he needed a reassuring word from his mother. The scales were tipping.

A beautiful woman, his sexual slave, was greasing-up his thick tool with her orgasmic juices. Her large, round boobs bounced against his thighs. And the rear-end that fascinated him so completely, was inches from his tongue. His mind was on another planet and his pecker was in another time-zone. 

On the other end, Karen was working furiously. Her left hand sheathed his well-lubed cock and the fingers of her right hand plucked her inner lips like a violin. She was licking and stroking his half-hard cock and bouncing her playful ass under his chin as she rode him in the classic "69" position. 

His hold on her could easily have been broken at this moment. But, Karen did not want anything of the kind. This arrangement was exactly what she wanted and she wanted it to last. Karen had lost all fear and was now fully enveloped in her submissive position, having found that she had only given in, not been subdued. This man brought her pleasure. Bringing in one more gorgeous, supple, player would please him even more and that pleased her, too. Maybe now her sexual playlist could add a lesbian encounter. And with her own teenage daughter. The thought was bringing a new tingle to her twat. "How damn slutty have I become?" She wondered as the virtual angel and devil battled in her head. "Can I expect my little Jenny to crawl, willingly into a bed with both her brother and mother?" The horny little devil inside roared out an answer, "it's just sex. I'm already committing incest with my son, can my daughter make it worse? What the hell? Let's have fun." Her argument, however dubious, worked to persuade her, "sex with both my son and daughter will be so hot, I hope I don't have a heart attack before my orgasm.." Problem solved, reinforcing and steadying Mike would be her "motherly duty." Nothing left but to wait on Jen's decision. 

Tension filled the room, mixing with the aroma of passion and nerves. A shallow tapping on the door brought their senses to a sharpened edge. Both of them sat up frozen in place, like Meercats on high ground. 

"Mike, Mom, can I come in for a second and talk," came Jenny's soft whisper. 

Karen replied, "Ofcourse, honey. The door isn't locked." Her mother's sympathetic and welcoming tone had the exact effect Jen was hoping to hear as she reached for the doorknob. Mike was dumbfounded. In a few short moments, his mother had gone from a cowering slave to a take-charge, yet tender and caring partner. Mike watched, heart in throat, as his young sister stepped through the doorway and into his bedroom...topless!

End of ch4.



Man of the House Ch. 04



"Wow! This feels great!"

I stood, looking at mom, and took my shirt off.

"There you go, Cor!" Erin called from the pool.

I put my fingers at my hips, thumbs tucked into my shorts and kept looking at mom. She didn't say a word. She closed her eyes and muttered something to herself, then stood up with me and peeled her own shirt off over her head, exposing her breasts to us both.

Erin yelled, "Yeah, mom! Go for it!"

Mom opened her eyes and smiled at Erin, then looked back at me and nodded. We both pushed our shorts down together. I walked around the table and took mom's hand, standing proudly and we laughed as we ran the few steps to the pool and jumped in, hand-in-hand. 

I could hear Erin screaming and laughing through the hiss of bubbles surrounding my head. Mom's hand had released mine as soon as we were submerged and I swam to the surface to find her wiping water from her eyes and laughing. She looked radiant and beautiful. I couldn't help but hug her and give her a kiss on the cheek. Her arms encircled my neck and I was acutely aware of her nipples poking into my chest. I had not had time to develop an erection yet, which was a good thing, because that could ruin the moment if she felt it poking into her.

I backed away and smiled before diving under the water and swimming toward my sister's kicking legs as I heard her squeal once again. Grabbing her leg, I pulled her away from the safety of the wall, into the deeper water and grabbed her around the waist before coming to the surface. She was flailing against me and I chased her face with my mouth, saying, "Come on, give your brother a kiss," smacking my lips repeatedly as I puckered up.

"NO! Ewwwww! Mom! Help!"

I finally was able to grab the back of her head and pushed my mouth against her cheek, giving her one loud "Mmmmmmmmwuah!" kiss on the cheek before releasing her and laughing as she wiped her face and splashed water on it trying to scrub it off.

"That's right, sis. Rub it in."

"Ew! I'm rubbing it off. I'm going inside to get the cheese grater to scrape off the Cory germs." She started swimming toward the steps and I knew I would never catch her, so I just looked at mom and shrugged. She and I were both smiling and when Erin got to the stairs she climbed out quickly and walked around to the diving board, watching me the whole time.

As she jumped from the diving board, arching in the air she called out "Depth charge!" and curled into a ball. As soon as she was in the water, just a couple of feet from me, I was flooded with the extensive splash and she grabbed at my leg and pulled me under, swimming backward and down to drag me to the bottom. Fortunately I knew to catch my breath before she hit the water and I let her pull me in. My only alternative was to kick away, which could have hurt either one of us or both, a lesson we had learned the hard way as kids.

We both broke the surface breathing heavily and laughed at each other before she swam over to mom and I followed close behind. Erin gave mom a hug and kiss on the cheek as I had done and I saw them hugging wet and naked, albeit innocently, and I formed a snapshot for my virtual scrapbook.

Erin pulled mom toward the center, enticing her to play and she began to get into splash fights with us and we chased each other around. Erin even suggested a dive contest, then a cannonball contest, then a goofy jump contest and mom joined in on all of those and laughed with us like she had never done before. While one person was jumping or diving, the other two were in the shallow end judging form and splash and throwing out numbers, usually drawing jeers and accusations from the jumper, but always in laughter.

After about an hour and a half we decided it was time to get out. The only problem was that we hadn't planned on swimming so we didn't bring any towels. And it was going to be a little cool in the house with us being wet.

"Tell you what," I said. "You two go on in and dry off and I'll lock up and turn everything off down here." They expressed their appreciation and quickly began walking toward the house. I climbed out on the side of the pool and went into the shed to turn the pool light off. As I came out of the shed I heard Erin suggest to mom that they get in the shower to warm up again. Mom protested gently, but quickly gave in.

"What the hell?" she laughed. "It's not like we haven't already seen each other naked."

Erin leaned out the screen door as I blew out the torches. "Cory," she called. "We're going to warm up in mom's shower."

I turned to look at her and she winked at me before grabbing the champagne and glasses off the table and re-entering the house. I watched as she and mom walked hastily through the kitchen, their arms close to their sides and covering their breasts as they giggled about how cold it was. Their asses, of course, looked incredible, mom's with a little more jiggle than Erin's, but incredible nonetheless. I quickly blew out the last torch and table candles so I could join the ladies upstairs. 

By the time the house was locked up and the lights were off, mom and Erin were already in the shower. Fortunately I was moving around a lot so my erection was slow in arriving. I briefly enjoyed the view of my sister sharing a shower with my mother and listening to them giggle as they lathered up and warmed under the spray. This was the second time I secretly praised my mother's taste in selecting a glass-surround large shower, even though my father's response at her request was a drunken, "I don't give a shit." What an asshole.

Erin waved me in when she caught sight of me and I opened the door to step in. Mom turned around and waved. "Hey, Cory. You gonna join our little party?" She laughed. Yep, still feeling the effects of the champagne. And that's okay by me. I closed the door and stepped under the spray on the opposite end of the shower.

"Cory, wash my hair," demanded my sister while handing me the shampoo. She backed into the spray of the faucet I was under to wet her hair again while I squirted some of the fruit-scented gel into the palm of my hand and placed the bottle back onto the shelf before rubbing it between my hands and beginning to stroke Erin's blonde tresses. It was so soft, and the shampoo made it feel even softer as my hands glided through her locks. I scratched lightly at her scalp as I piled the hair up on top of her head. 

Erin moaned at my touch and it was then that I saw mom watching us. The look in her eyes was...I don't know exactly. It was a soft look and her mouth was small, though not enough to be considered a pucker. It was almost like a look of rapt attention mixed with longing.

"Mom," I said, drawing her attention away from Erin's hair. "Would you like me to wash your hair next?"

"Oh, I don't know..."

"You should let him, mom," Erin interjected. "It feels fantastic."

"Well..." She seemed to consider it.

"Yes, Cory," said Erin, "You should wash her hair." She then tilted her head back into the stream and rinsed her hair as I stepped around her and took the shampoo bottle from the shelf. Touching mom's shoulder, I turned her back to her shower stream and she tilted her hair back to re-wet her own hair. We were on the same page now.

I stepped behind her and applied the shampoo to my palm before returning the bottle to the shelf and began to lather her hair. It was thicker and coarser than Erin's and this was the first time I had ever run my fingers through it. She let out a sort of whimper as my fingers touched her scalp and began to scratch lightly at it.

Erin stepped around to mom's front and was squeezing foam into a loofah. Placing her hand on mom's shoulder, she spoke gently. "Let me clean you up while Cory washes your hair." Mom just nodded lightly. I couldn't see her face, but Erin was looking right into her eyes and I could tell they had connected. Erin began running the sponge over mom's shoulder and up to her neck before running it down to the other shoulder. 

"Mom," she asked quietly as she continued to focus on her task, sliding the sponge down mom's chest, stomach, and sides.

"Mm."

"How long has it been since you've had sex?"

"Erin, I..."

"Please, mom. It's okay. I just want you to be happy."

Mom sighed. I turned her so she could rinse her hair. As she rinsed, her eyes were closed and she ran her hands through to get all the soap out. I noticed as she did so that her breasts were pressed forward and I took the opportunity to get a good look at her beautiful form.

"Let me just say," she started, opening her eyes and looking at my sister, "that your father had little interest for the last few years."

"So you haven't had sex in a few years, then?"

"That's right."

"How have you...uh...relieved stress?"

"I've just taken care of myself whenever I needed. And I have a few friends in my nightstand, too," she smirked. 

Erin winked and nodded with a smile.

An image of my mom masturbating flashed in my mind and my erection grew in strength.

"I have to do that, too, sometimes," Erin shared. She leaned in a little closer, but spoke loudly enough for me to hear. "And I bet Cory does, too."

I acted unfazed, but was instantly nervous. Mom looked back at me and I just nodded and smiled with a shrug. Mom smiled back and her eyes quickly bounced to my groin before looking away. I don't know if she saw it twitch, but it did. I couldn't help but think of her stories. I knew what she wanted, but how could I possibly make a move. What if she just wanted it to stay in the realm of fantasy? How could I push for contact without either (a) being offensive to my mom, or (b) letting on that I had read her secret stash of fantasies?

Erin turned mom toward me and scrubbed her back and shoulders, working her way down before kneeling behind her. Mom looked into my eyes with a softness I had not seen before. It's like she wanted to say or to do something, but was hesitant to do it. Was she reading me the same way? I lifted my hand and stroked her hair lightly. I had already washed it, so it wasn't awkward, but as far as I was concerned, it was still intimate. Sensual. She closed her eyes lightly and briefly at my touch.

Erin, still kneeling behind mom, looked around mom's hip at me and smiled. Her hands appeared from the horizons of mom's thighs, gliding from back to front around the sides, trails of suds streaking her creamy skin. I placed one hand on mom's shoulder lightly and I gently gripped a strand of mom's hair in my fingers with the other before stroking down the strand, guiding it forward to the side of her neck. Mom's eyes stayed closed as she received the massage from her daughter and as I continued to play with her hair and to touch her gently. She sighed contentedly as my hand fell from the end of her locks to the side of her neck and out across her shoulder. She moaned and smiled, letting out a little subdued giggle, and looked back and down at Erin, who was still peeking from behind mom's hip with a smile.

I saw Erin's hands wrap back around to the back and she moved back behind mom to focus on her task. Mom looked up at me.

"Are you happy, mom?" I asked.

"Mm-hmm. So happy."

"Good."

Her daughter worked both legs now, stroking the soapy calves and working her way back up steadily. Her hands again appeared on the outsides of both thighs, rising up to mom's hip bones and tracing straight back to her lower back, just above my sister's eye level. It looked as though her hands met in the middle before she brought her hands down over the globes of mom's ass. Mom moaned a little and closed her eyes at Erin's touch. My sister continued down mom's thighs a little before reversing direction and returning up to again stroke over the beautiful butt at eye-level. Losing all pretense she didn't leave again, but continued to caress our mother's backside as she spoke.

"You have an amazing body, mom," she said with heavy breath.

"Oh, baby, I'm not..."

"You really do," I interrupted. Mom looked up at me and caught me looking. I had decided it didn't really matter at this point. Who were we kidding? We were all looking. We were nude for a reason. I scanned as I talked, "Your eyes and face still look young, but womanly; your body is still firm, but with the curves borne of wisdom and experience; your breasts are...god...beautiful; and...wow...just everything is incredible. Mom, you really are gorgeous."

Mom wiped a tear from her eye and said, "Thank you, baby." She leaned up and kissed me again, this time squarely on the lips, albeit briefly. Her hands were on my shoulders, but I felt her nipples brush against my chest and my prick poked at her. She backed up with a little smile and looked down before looking back up at my face. She stroked my cheek and then slapped it lightly, still smiling. "That better not be for your mother," she said, pointing her finger at my nose.

By this time, Erin had stood up behind her. "Hey," she said, hands on her hips, "I said it first."

Mom turned around with a smile and gave Erin a hug. "Thank you, too, baby girl."

"Wait," she said. "How come he got a kiss and I only got a hug?"

Mom exaggerated a sigh and then smiled at Erin. Erin simply puckered up and tapped her lips twice. Her mother placed her hands on the young blonde's shoulders and leaned in to kiss her, too, briefly on the lips. I couldn't help myself and stepped in behind mom, touching her back again. She stayed where she was, but looked back over her shoulder slightly, acknowledging me, but not stopping me. After only a second she turned her face back to my sister, who looked into her eyes and smiled. I smoothly ran my hands over her shoulders, then back to center and down both sides of her spine. Taking a chance, my hands turned fingers down and I pressed them downward to touch my mother's rear end for the first time.

She didn't move.

It was divine. Smooth, firm, pliant. I kept a little distance so that my erection didn't bump her again, still unsure a little. I looked up from where my hands held their treasure and saw my sister's face pressed against my mother's, her hands on both cheeks. Erin had moved in to kiss her. I stepped a little to the side and craned my neck as my touch became a little more insistent. I wanted to see. I was no longer pretending not to grope my mother and she was being kissed by her daughter at the same time. I had only been watching the kiss for a moment when I saw Erin's mouth open slightly, the tip of her tongue sliding lightly across her mother's upper lip. 

The charade was over.

Mom's hands came up to rest on Erin's waist and her mouth opened to receive her daughter's tongue, greeting her with the tip of her own. My dick throbbed at the sight, the thought, of what was before me. My hands were a little more insistent, less tentative in the way they touched mom's ass. I ran them further down and cupped her cheeks in my palm, the rounded slope resting in my fingers as they bumped the crease that separated her ass and thighs. I squeezed and she shuddered.

As the two Venuses continued to kiss in the steam, I stepped forward. The head of my cock bumped into my mother's cheek and she let out a quick moan into Erin's mouth. Their kissing became more insistent and my hands traveled boldly from the back to the front, up over her hips sliding up her ribs and stopping for only a second when I felt the rise of her breasts. Taking a deep breath with a knot in my stomach I continued north, sliding my hands quickly and smoothly over her breasts, feeling her nipples bump under each finger as she moaned again, still kissing Erin, though more passionately now. Her nipples pressed into my palms and I took another step forward, now sandwiching my marble column between her spine and my stomach.

Her hands almost flew up to cover mine on her breasts and she squeezed herself through my hands. Erin had moved in closer as well and our mother was firmly sandwiched between us. My sister's hands moved around behind my mother and even around me, grabbing the sides of my ass and pulling me forward into my mother. My chin and cheek were rested against mom's hair and I could smell the strawberry shampoo I had just applied. I inhaled deeply as Erin quickly moved her hands forward and squeezed them in between us to cup mom's cheeks. Squeezing and pulling on her, she had managed to separate her cheeks, widening the crevice where my balls would rest.

We were all breathing more heavily now. Erin broke the kiss and pulled mom in for a hug. Her head was by mom's ear and she had a look of complete and utter lust in her eyes as she looked at me. Her mouth was slightly open and I felt her hands move further toward the center of mom's ass and stroke over the top of my cock. I involuntarily thrust a little, driving my mom forward and bringing a moan from her. Her own hands had left mine and wrapped around my sister. I knew that there breasts were pressed together because Erin's were pressed into the backs of my hands. I pulled my hands out and put one hand on mom's waist and one on Erin's face.

I leaned in to kiss my sister, our tongues meeting right next to mom's ear. She could hear our moans and her hair caressed my cheek as I kissed her daughter and ground into her own ass crack. Breaking free, I pulled back a little and moved my face to the other side. Grasping my mom's jaw in my hand, I turned her head toward me as I craned my neck to meet her, and thrust my own tongue into her partially-open mouth. Her kiss was fierce and passionate and my hips responded by driving forward as hard as they could. She responded by pressing her own ass back against me. Erin had moments ago backed away, presumably to watch her mother and brother making love in the shower. With no one to prevent her turn, mom continued to kiss me as she turned fully toward me, embracing me as she pressed herself fully into me.

Our kiss was more comfortable now with neither of us needing to crane or twist. My hands roamed freely over her ass and tits and most of her body. Hers, too, roamed mine, caressing my back and ass, arms and shoulders and chest. She hesitated, it seemed, but broke away from me, creating a small space between us and looked me in the eyes as she ran her hands down my stomach and I felt her small warm hands grasp at my shaft. I closed my eyes and dropped my head when I felt her grab me. When I opened them after a moment, she had stepped back a little and was looking at my dick in her hands. She quickly looked back up at me and called to my sister.

"Erin," she said, never looking away from me.

"Ma'am?" Erin snapped to attention.

Mom looked over her shoulder at the tiny blonde behind her. "I'm ready to break that streak now."

"Yes, ma'am!" My sister turned off the water and grabbed three towels, tossing me two of them. I tossed one over my shoulder and quickly dried mom off with the other, letting her dry her own hair while I dried myself off, shaking my hair out and brushing it back with my fingers.

I helped mom out of the shower and Erin was brushing her hair. As mom approached, she handed mom the brush with a smile and made her way to the bed. While I waited back with mom, Erin folded down the covers and knelt on the bed, watching us with a huge smile. I couldn't decide if I wanted to jump Erin or stand with mom. I knew Erin was a sure thing, but I was afraid that if I left mom's side, she would change her mind.

"Go ahead, Cor." I looked back and mom was smiling at me, brushing her hair out. "Go get her. I'll be right there."

I smiled at her and ran toward the bed, causing Erin to squeal as I jumped at her. I landed near her, causing the whole bed to bounce a few times and she straddled me, smothering me with kisses. My hands began to wander immediately, grabbing her ass and running a finger down her crack as she tongue-fucked my mouth. Even with the ceiling fan on, the room was warm, or at least I was.




Man of the House Ch. 04



"Make room for momma!" I heard and Erin squealed again as looked behind her for a second before falling to the side in a fetal cover. Mom landed right beside me with a bounce and laugh, causing Erin and me to laugh as well. It's a good thing she had a king bed because we were taking up the whole thing. 

"Erin," mom called, "Three more glasses, please."

"Of course," she responded, hopping off the bed to get three more glasses of champagne.

As soon as she was off the bed, mom turned my face toward hers and whispered, "Are you sure about this, Cory?" She was smiling, but uncertain.

"Absolutely," I smiled without hesitation. Mom was propped up on one elbow and leaned down to kiss me, her tongue making its appearance again and dancing with my own. 

"Hey, hey, hey! Don't start without me." We were interrupted, but smiling as Erin placed one knee on the bed and we each reached for a glass, sitting up as we did so. Erin knee-walked over to where we were and rested on her heels.

"So," I said, "just so we're clear." I cleared my throat. "Rules?"

Mom and Erin looked at each other and mom shrugged. "No rules. Let's just go with it."

"Excellent," replied Erin, chasing her response with a mouthful of champagne.

"Well, okay then," I replied. Mom and I looked at each other as we chased our own inhibitions away with liquid courage. Mom winked over the edge of her champagne flute.

We each put our glasses on the nearest night stand and I made the first move, not because I was brave, but because I was chicken. I was afraid still that this would end before it progressed to what I really wanted. I placed my hand on the small of the back of each lady and moved first to kiss my sister.

I leaned toward her and she leaned in to return my kiss, her hand on my thigh, the other one supporting her weight as she leaned in. As we kissed, I felt another hand on my other thigh and felt the bed shift near my ass and I knew mom had moved in for her turn. I backed away from Erin and turned to kiss my mother. She returned the kiss with fervor equal to that of my sister. I relaxed a little more knowing that she seemed to still want this. After kissing her for a short time, I pressed on their backs a little and leaned back. Erin smiled and looked at me before looking at mom and leaning in toward her. Mom smiled as well and leaned in to kiss her daughter.

I had a front-row seat to my fantasy. Seeing Erin with Megan was amazing and yes, Megan was hot, but this was Erin with mom. Two women I deeply loved and was attracted to. Knowing that Erin was bisexual or at least bi-curious was one thing, but this was the first time I had seen mom responding sexually at all, much less to another woman. Adding the dimension of lesbian incest increased the torridness of it all the more. 

And so I watched. I paid close attention to their tongues, lips, eyes, scanned down to see their hands as they traveled on each other's bodies. I watched their breasts move with their breathing, manipulation and minor convulsions. I smelled the strawberry shampoo in the hair inches from my face and was beginning to smell feminine arousal, although whose was difficult to tell. 

I continued to stroke their backs as I watched. After a moment, however, I think we were all a little impatient. I was, but mom also backed away and dropped her head, breathing out a "wow."

"Mm, wow indeed," said Erin, also breathing heavily. "You're a great kisser, mom. Tell me," she asked, tilting her head to the side a little, "have you ever been with a woman?"

"We'll talk later," mom replied. "Right now I've got other things on my mind." Looking me in the eyes, she grazed her hand up my thigh and then up under my balls, cupping them before sliding her hand forward to grip my shaft lightly. "Baby girl, why don't you help momma get your brother ready?"

"M-kay," she chirped, spinning around onto her stomach. Mom was a little slower, but it only made her seem more controlled, mature. She was almost intentionally seductive, whereas Erin was more enthusiastic, almost juvenile. They were both sexy in their own ways of responding.

As I lay in the middle of the bed, my loving ladies each lay on their stomachs facing each other, the feet of each one extending over opposite edges of the bed. They rested on their elbows, head to head, their lithe forms capturing my attention. That is, until I felt a hand on my shaft again. Erin had tentatively wrapped her young, thin fingers around my growing erection. Our eyes met when I looked down. She winked at me before pulling herself a little more forward and licking up the side of my cock from the base to the tip. It felt incredible, especially since my mother was watching from inches away. Erin looked away to look at mom.

"Mom," she said, "This is delicious. Try it." She pushed it toward mom's face, who pulled herself a little forward and licked the other side just as Erin had done.

"Mm, you're right," she said, glancing at me. "Scrumptious."

Erin took it back and licked the underside again before passing it back to mom, who took a lick of her own. After a couple more trades, Erin kept it pressed toward mom, who began to invest in it a little more. While she worked, my sister pushed herself even further in and licked at my balls as my mother licked the shaft and sucked the head. Soon enough they were enjoying it together, moaning and sucking, licking and even kissing around me. I watched in rapt attention as my mother and sister made out around the head before mirroring each other as they licked down the shaft and back up, joining in a kiss again.

My hands entangled in their hair, noting the contrast between Erin's soft, straight blonde hair and mom's coarser, wavy brown hair. The blonde and the brunette continued to play together, using my erection as their toy.

"Fuck," I said, "That's enough. I need to taste a pussy."

"Well," mom laughed, her hand gripping my thigh, "Someone's eager."

"Up here, both of you," I blurted, sitting up and scooting down as the two women took my place side by side. "Open," I said. They both smiled as they spread their legs, mom's left leg resting over Erin's right. It was beautiful. I had seen Erin's pussy up close before, but never mom's, not like this. On the night of that massage I saw it only as it peeked from between her cheeks as Erin rubbed herself on mom's ass. Now here it was, pink and open, and slick with excitement. And I was close enough to smell it.

"Erin," I asked, looking back and forth between the two pink pleasures, "Would you mind?"

"Not at all," she said. "Help yourself." She put her hand on mom's knee and pulled it a little, prompting mom to open even wider. I looked mom in the eye and she had a look of pure passion as she looked back at me. She placed one hand on Erin's hand, and with her other hand, she scratched at her own dark thatch of trimmed pubic hair.

I rested on my elbows between her knees and inhaled deeply, smelling her arousal. "God, you smell good, mom."

"Thank you, sweetie. Wait till you taste me."

Her lips were a little larger and a little darker pink that Erin's. The area around her pussy was a darker pink as the blood filled it for her arousal. I loved the way her ass cheeks and thighs met at the faded pink flesh in the apex of her legs. I wanted what she had. Turning my head to the right, I lightly kissed low down on her inner thigh, then repeated it on the left thigh. Alternating each kiss, I worked up her thighs inch by inch. They were so soft and smooth. I felt her hand on the back of my head, playing with my curls and stroking my hair. 

She never said a word. Erin kept quiet. When I got to the crook of her thigh, I ran my tongue lightly, feeling the ridge of her tendon and stopped to suck on it for just a moment. She inhaled fiercely at the first touch of my tongue and again when I sucked on her thigh at that tendon, letting out low moan, barely audible. Her hand clenched for only a second, gripping my head more firmly in her fingers.

I looked up at her as I licked her other thigh and sucked on that one, drawing another moan. Our eyes met before she closed hers. I looked over and Erin was watching intently, squeezing mom's hand with one hand and with the other she squeezed her own breast. Her nipples were rigid and she was flush. "Go ahead and warm up, Erin. I'll be with you in a minute," I said.

She let out a whimper, her brow furrowing for a second and mom looked over at her briefly with a smile. Erin's hand quickly moved from her breast to her own pussy. While mom was distracted with her daughter's masturbation, I flattened my tongue and ran it quickly from the bottom to the top of her pussy, flat against her lips.

"GAH!" she screamed, jumping a little at my sudden touch, whipping her head back to see my mouth on her pussy. Without a rest I speared my tongue and began running it up and down her lips, separating them a little more on each pass and making sure to brush it over her clit at the top of each swipe. I used every trick I knew, focusing on her clit, sucking on it, but also burying my tongue in her pussy, tasting her from as deep inside as I could get. She began quickly to verbally respond. A series of moans, grunts and encouragement flowed from her, and I listened to what she needed from me, changing course at her response.

"Oh, yeah," she whined. "Stay right there, just keep doing that." Because I was having to prop myself up and because mom's leg was still crossed over Erin's I couldn't reach up to caress her breasts like I wanted, but I trusted she would bring herself, or call on her daughter to bring her, whatever additional stimulation she needed. I thought it odd that I had still not touched her pussy with my hand, but had skipped to oral sex. It was a strange progression. No stranger, however, than having a threesome with my mother and sister, I suppose.

It didn't take very much longer for mom to begin really building to her climax. Her taste had changed and a mix of her juices and my saliva was dripping from my chin and smeared on my cheeks. Her abs began to flex every few seconds and her breathing increased. Her direction to me became more insistent, but continued to demand I stay where I was, focusing on her clit.

The hand in my hair gripped me tightly and mom's words caught in her throat as she tensed, her thighs quivering. I even felt her pussy convulse, like she was forcing herself inside out. I took a long swipe with the flat of my tongue, just to feel and possibly taste her orgasm, before returning my attention to her little bean. She relaxed and let out a long breath, relaxing her grip on my head.

"Oh my! Cory, that was fantastic." She laughed a little as I sat back on my knees and looked her in the eye.

"Well, you were right, mom, the taste was worth the wait. I'll be right back." With that I simply buried myself in Erin's pussy, bringing a squeal and jump from her, followed by laughter from both her and mom as I went to work.

"That was sudden," Erin laughed, latching her hand onto my head as mom had done. Her laughter turned to moans quickly as I did all the things I knew she liked. It didn't take Erin nearly as long as mom. In fact I only had to work on her for less than a minute, but she had been watching us and stroking herself, so she was well-prepared for my oral assault. "Yeah, Cor!" she gasped before clenching with a "SHIIIiiii---" and fading to a silent scream. My mouth was flooded with her release before her breathing resumed. After a few seconds she relaxed and gave me a thumbs up and little laugh. I had already returned to my knees.

"Well," mom said, pulling herself forward and up, "I've waited long enough. I'm going in." She pushed my chest, prompting me to lie back and licked and sucked on my turgid rod, swollen and purple, for just a few seconds before crawling up beside me and swinging a leg over my waist. She turned to look over her shoulder at Erin. "You watching, baby girl? Momma's about to ride your brother."

"Oh, I'm watching," She said with a smile. "Go get him." She resumed stroking herself as mom reached beneath herself and grabbed my shaft as she looked me in the eye.

"You ready to break my streak, baby?" she asked me.

I rested my hands on her thighs and stroked her lightly as I replied, "More than you'll ever know." With that she lowered herself and I felt the first contact with my mother's hot, wet, slick cunt. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened as she lowered herself smoothly onto me until I was buried completely.

"Oh, fuck," Erin sighed. "That is about the hottest thing I've ever seen." She quickly scooted up between my legs on her knees as mom lay on my chest and kissed me. Mom sat up after a minute and I saw Erin behind her, stroking mom's arms before reaching under them to cup her breasts and to begin playing with her nipples. Mom's eyes were closed and she let out a series of quiet moans as she reveled in the feelings of her children bringing her sexual pleasure together.

Erin leaned in to kiss and lick mom's ear as she raised and lowered onto me, leaving only the head inside her before burying me completely again. She rolled her hips as she fucked me, changing the sensations for me, but mostly pursuing her own pleasure. I didn't want to drill into her because I wanted her to get what she wanted from this. It was tough and took a lot of self-control, but I was getting what I wanted just from being with her in this way.

She turned her head to kiss Erin and I watched them make out as mom rode me and my sister pulled on her nipples. Erin whispered something in mom's ear and mom nodded quickly before dropping to her hands on either side of my head. I craned my head to suck at her nipples and she continued to ride me, though not as smoothly since she was now convulsing as I worked first one nipple and then the other. With her leaning forward like this, I also took advantage and cupped her ass. That wonderful ass. I squeezed it and kept my fingers close to center and down low. She was slippery as her lubrication was spread all around that general area. 

That's when I felt it. At first it was the tickle of hair on my thigh, but soon after it was a tongue on my sac.

"Shit, Erin!" I belted out, bringing a giggle from her.

"You like that, Cor?"

"God, yeah!"

Mom continued to ride me, which was amazing, but Erin worked over the exposed parts of my cock and balls as mom raised and lowered steadily. She quickly began to increase the pace, however, and her movements became more stilted, less smooth. I had become harder with Erin's effort and I think it may have been more enjoyable for mom.

"Oh, Cory," mom panted. "I'm gonna cum on you. This feels so good, baby. It's been way too long. OH! Your cock's making me cu-" She seized up, slammed down on me and stayed there, doing crunches with her eyes pinched shut. 

She collapsed on my chest and tried to catch her breath, but my sister pushed her off, yelling, "My turn!" With mom beside me, seemingly half-asleep, my thinner blonde sister impaled herself quickly and rode me hard and fast. She was up to speed in no time.

"Damn, sis!" I said without complaint, "You're going after it, aren't you?"

"Fuck, yeah!" Her breathing was ragged already. I knew she had been playing with herself. She always played with herself when giving me a blowjob.

"You move so easily with mom's cum as your lube, huh?"

"FUUUUCK!" she flooded me, impaled on me again, her head dropped forward with a curtain of hair hiding her face from me. Her tits bounced slightly as she convulsed on me. As soon as she was finished, I rolled her off of me beside mom and got up on my knees.

"Now it's my turn." I tapped Erin's leg as I settled between mom's legs, and Erin slid over close to mom, their hips touching. Mom had regained a little energy and watched quietly as her daughter came on her son's cock. She posed no objection when I lifted her legs up to slide between them. 

She smiled up at me and invited me in with her arms. I entered her and dropped onto one hand while I held her leg up with the other. We kissed as I slid in and out of her and again it felt incredible. I broke the kiss and said, "Wait here." She nodded, knowing what was coming I guess, and watched as I mounted my sister in the same way, thrusting into her for a minute before returning to my mom. The one I wasn't fucking was playing with her pussy and the one I was fucking was kissing me and moaning at my touch.

I knew I wouldn't last much longer. The change in stimulation, the break between as I changed over, kept my orgasm from building too fast, but it was on its way now. I was sliding into mom steadily, but I could feel myself getting close.

"Mom," I said, "I want to cum while making love to you. Can I do that?"

"Of course, baby. I would love that. Go ahead and cum in me. I want to feel you swell inside me and cum in my pussy." She started grinding her hips and she pulled me down into a kiss before turning her head to bury it in my shoulder. I saw Erin get up and felt her move behind me again, but this time she didn't touch me. Mom started whispering in my ear, "You gonna cum in momma's pussy, baby? You like fucking your mom's cunt with your hard cock? Do it, Cory. Fuck me till you cum in me. Fill me up."

Her words drove me hard to the goal. The fire in my balls burst out of the tip of my prick and mom responded with grunts and words of encouragement "There it is! Oh, god, there it is! Fill me up, baby!"

"Shit, Cor. I can see you twitching! I can't believe you're cumming in mom! That's so hot!" She sat back there so she could watch my balls and shaft twitch as I buried myself in mom's pussy. That was a pretty surprising turn-on.

I rolled off mom and dropped to the side. I was exhausted, but obviously very happy. Mom sat up, resting on her hip, her legs curled under her as she faced us. Erin had settled into a similar position facing us. It was quiet as I caught my breath, my eyes closed as I cooled down, reveling in the joy of what had just happened.

"Mom," asked Erin. "You never answered my question. Have you ever been with another woman?" I opened my eyes to be a part of the conversation, resting my head on my hands and looking at both women.

Mom looked down and to the side, stroking her thigh as she spoke. "A few times, several years ago, but not in a long time." She looked back up at Erin and then at me, back to Erin. "But I've never been with anyone as beautiful as you two. So," mom continued, "how long have the two of you been fucking?"

My eyes got wide and I shot a look to Erin. 

"I don't know," she said calmly, "What do you think, Cory? A few weeks?"

"I...uh..." 

"That sounds about right," mom said, looking up at the ceiling. "Right about the time you beat the shit out of your dad, Cory?"

"Yep. That night, in fact," Erin interjected. "I had to have him."

Neither of them seemed the least bit bothered by it, mom at knowing her kids were sexually involved, and Erin at having been busted sleeping with her brother. 

"Mom...we...when..."

"Calm down, Cory. It's okay." She touched my thigh with her hand. "I'm in no position to make judgments. Besides, like I said, you're both very beautiful. I can't say that I would be able to help myself either. I mean, look at me right now. I just made out with my daughter and had sex with my son."

"Mom, I hope I didn't push myself on you. If I did, I'm sorry," I said, sitting up and resting on my hands.

"Oh, no, sweetie. Nothing like that." She sighed and pulled her legs up to hug her knees. "You may have noticed that I took my marriage vows very seriously. I never even looked at another man when I was with your father. I didn't want to do that."

"Do you think he ever cheated on you, mom?" Erin asked.

"Oh, honey, I don't know. I honestly doubt it. Not because he is a decent man, but because his lover was always the alcohol. The reason he never made a move on me was probably because he was always too drunk to do anything. So, no, I really don't think he did. But now," she said cheerily, "I can fuck around all I want!" She burst into fits of laughter and Erin followed suit. I must have missed it because I thought it was kind of funny, but not as hilarious as they made it out to be.




Man of the House Ch. 04



Erin reached for the champagne and finished the bottle off in our glasses. "So," she asked mom as she poured, "Is there anyone special you'd like to pursue? Anyone been chasing after you?"

"Not that I know of. Everything I need is right here." She looked at both of us. "My streak is over, I'm happy, the divorce is final, and I just had some amazing sex."

"Which I hope to continue?" I asked.

"You do, huh?" mom winked as she took a sip of her mostly-flat champagne. She gave Erin a quick and curious sideways glance.

"See, mom?" she said, "I told you he would do it."

"WHAT?!" I asked, sitting bolt upright. Mom and Erin cracked up at my response. Erin's empty glass landed on the bed as she flopped over to the side in a fit of laughter. Mom's face was red as her shoulders shook in quiet laughter with the occasional gasp as she pulled in enough air to keep from passing out.

"I'm sorry, baby," mom continued, still laughing. "It's not like that."

"What the hell is going on?" I asked, still a little pissed.

"Don't be mad, Cor." Erin sat up and pleaded her case. "We weren't really playing you."

"What happened? Seriously, Erin, what the fuck?"

"Okay, just relax and I'll tell you. A few months ago I came home from school early because my last class was canceled. I ended up surprising mom who was in the middle of rubbing one out. I was captivated. I mean, she was so beautiful," she looked at mom as she said it, her eyes showing she meant it. "She didn't see me there, so I watched her for a few minutes."

I looked at mom, who was listening to her daughter's retelling of the day's events, enraptured.

"I couldn't help it. She looked amazing. She was right here," she patted the bed at her hip, "and it was the first time I had seen mom as a sexual person. It was amazing. Surprisingly so. It was also the first time I had seen anyone using a toy. Mom was working it though. It wasn't a simple in and out motion. She knew what she wanted and she was going after it. It was just about the sexiest thing I had ever seen." 

I could tell Erin was getting turned on just thinking about it. I looked over at mom and she looked like she was getting aroused, too. But Erin continued, looking between me and mom as she spoke.

"But then," she sighed, rolling her eyes, "Megan called and we both lost our shit!" She and mom both laughed and mom dropped her forehead onto her knees with a groan.

"God, I was so embarrassed," she said, still laughing. "I couldn't decide whether I should cover up, pull out the vibe or just act natural. I'm sure I looked like an idiot, frantically trying to hide what I was obviously doing. But Erin looked funny, too, trying to dig her phone out and hide at the same time! As soon as I heard that song, I whipped my head toward the door and caught her digging after her phone. Oh, my god was I humiliated."

"I tried to duck back into the hallway, but wanted to get my phone to shut up, too. Naturally I couldn't get to it. I knew mom saw me and all I could think was how fucked I was. She was going to be pissed, I knew it. I couldn't deny seeing it, and she couldn't deny it either. I was just outside her room and I had finally gotten my phone turned off. I was just waiting for it. But it never came.

"Instead, a couple of minutes later, mom just called my name and she was sitting on her bed in her robe. I could tell she was as nervous as I was."

"It's true," mom agreed. "I had no idea how I was going to get out of this one. My own daughter had walked in on me masturbating." She shook her head and rolled her eyes. "I just had to bite the bullet. We talked about what she had seen and I apologized for not being more discrete. She apologized for walking in unannounced and for not leaving when she saw what was happening." Mom shrugged as she said, "That was pretty much it for the most part. I was glad it wasn't more awkward."

"Oh...well...that doesn't sound so bad," I said, relaxing. "But what about me? When was this talk about my wanting to sleep with you?" I looked back and forth between them, not really knowing who to ask.

Mom took another deep breath and began, "A few days later while you were at work Erin asked if we could talk so we sat out by the pool and chatted for a pretty good while and things just started pouring out. It had been so long since we had talked, what with her being involved in school and on the soccer team and everything. Well, because of that incident, your sister decided to push the issue of sex."

"I was worried about asking, but I had never used a toy before and I wanted to know what it was like, so I asked her."

"But," mom clarified, looking at my sister, "she didn't just ask me about using a toy, she wanted recommendations." She smirked as she said it and Erin just shrugged.

"Those things are expensive," Erin blurted. "I didn't want to spend that kind of money on a piece of shit! After I saw mom using one I went online to shop and was amazed at how many different kinds and sizes there were. Oh, my god!"

"Yeah," mom laughed, "It can be overwhelming."

"So mom brought me into her room and showed me her little collection and let me hold them and see how they moved. I have to admit that I was getting a little turned on thinking about how they must feel and mom picked up on it." Mom nodded with one eyebrow raised. "When she asked me if I saw one I liked, I was surprised."

"I just wanted to know if she had a preference. Different women like different things. She asked how to decide so we talked about size, material, features, anything that may affect a choice. But then I said something that changed the whole tone of the conversation."

"Try it," Erin said. Mom nodded, shrugging again.

My eyes grew wide at that. "You mean mom was going to let you try one of her dildos?"

"Actually," mom corrected, "I offered to let her try my favorite vibrator."

"Marco," Erin laughed.

Mom laughed with her. "Marco."

Erin continued with nod and laugh, "And I enjoyed Marco."

"So did you just take Marco back to your room and play, or...?"

My sister shook her head and looked at mom with a wry smile.

"You mean...?!"

"Well, it's not like I did it for her or anything," said mom. "She asked me to show her, so I just gave her some tips as she did her thing."

"Wasn't that weird?" I asked.

"Well, yeah!" laughed mom. "But she had seen me using one and she wanted the best experience. The awkwardness was irrelevant at that point anyway. I felt that we had been through the worst of it. But that morning set the tone for our relationship going forward. I felt closer to her than I ever had before. We were sharing something very intimate, something that very few mothers and daughters would ever share. After that first time, the weirdness was gone."

"Wait, so you've done that more than once?"

"Yeah," Erin said unflinchingly. "Mom was teaching me so much and I got to try all her toys eventually and soon enough she had offered to buy me my first one. Shopping with me helped me choose a good brand, nice style and something that was going to be specific to what I enjoyed."

"Hang on," I interrupted. "How did she teach you?"

Mom cleared her throat. "I, uh, I demonstrated on myself while she followed."

"Holy shit. My mom and sister wanking it together."

They both laughed before mom said, "I prefer the term jilling off, but I'm glad you enjoy the thought of it."

"It really wasn't anything like what you're thinking. As much as I enjoyed it, it really was more clinical than you're probably picturing," lamented Erin. "But fun nonetheless."

"Oh. Okay." My imagination had just deflated a little.

"So there we are," mom continued, "And Erin started getting close to an orgasm one time a couple of months ago. Imagine my surprise when she called your name as she climaxed!"

"I didn't even realize it until mom said something while I was recovering. Again, I was embarrassed. I didn't mean to do it!"

"Wait. So when did you start thinking about me in that way?" I asked suspiciously.

"I don't know," she shrugged. "High school?"

"High school?!"

"Calm down, Cory," mom intervened. "Sometimes those feeling develop naturally. You may be surprised what pops into a woman's head during sex."

"What do you think about when you're tuggin' the barge, Cor?"

"'Tuggin' the barge', Erin?" Mom laughed. Again, Erin shrugged with a smile. "Nice."

"I'm not answering that," I muttered.

"Chicken. I'll specify. Besides mom, what do you think about?" Erin laughed at herself and probably my wide-eyed expression.

"Aww," said mom. "You think about your mother while you choke the chicken?"

Erin burst out laughing. "Good one, mom!" She pointed at me and laughed.

"Shut up, Erin!" I snapped. After a minute I couldn't help but laugh. Mom using that term just seemed unnatural, but then again, this whole thing was ludicrous. "Okay, so I've been thinking about mom, but only recently. And you, too, Erin. I spank my monkey to thoughts of my mom and sister! There! I said it! Happy?"

"Very," laughed Erin. Mom just laughed, covering her mouth to try and hide it, but failing miserably.

"Mom," said Erin, "What about you? What do you think about on your dates with Marco?"

"Yeah, mom," I interjected before she could decline to answer. "Who's on your mind when you're petting your kitty?"

"Lots of guys, I guess. I make up some, or maybe an actor. I don't know. It depends."

"Nope. That's not gonna cut it. Names." Erin snapped her fingers and did the "spill it" wave, her fingers curling toward the ceiling.

Mom dropped her head onto her knees and gave an exasperated sigh. Looking back up at the ceiling she rattled off a short list of celebrities, a couple of ex-boyfriends, and a character from an erotic novel. Then she took a deep breath and closed her eyes before she said, "And each of you. But not until after that skinny dip and massage."

"Bullshit, mom," Erin laughed. "You know it was before that."

Mom hesitated as she looked back and forth at each of us. "Fine," she resigned. "It was before that, but only in the last year."

"What?" I asked. "Why? What happened?"

"Nothing. I was working it and one time you just popped into my head. If it makes you feel any better, you replaced Matt Damon at the time."

"Did you call Matt and tell him, mom?" Erin asked with a snicker.

"I did. And he said, 'I can understand that. Your son's a good looking guy.' He was very cool about the whole thing." She said it with a straight face, but her lips curled into a grin a moment later, causing Erin to laugh again. I just couldn't believe we were talking about this so casually.

Well. Here we were, mother, daughter and son talking about masturbation after being involved in a threesome. The whole thing was surreal, but not at all unpleasant.

"Okay, ladies, I think I'm done for the night," I said tiredly. The evening had taken its toll on me, leaving me drained.

"Erin, would you excuse us, please? I'd like to have a word with Cory," mom requested. 

"Sure. Good night, mom." She crawled over and kissed mom on the lips before doing the same to me. "Good night, Cor. I had fun tonight," she said with a smile before bouncing off the bed and walking quickly out the door, closing it behind her.

"Cor," mom sounded concerned. "How are you feeling about all this?" 

"I feel okay about it. It's just weird and new, I guess."

"Is it because it's me instead of Erin?" she asked.

"I...it's not...I don't know, mom. Like I said, it's new. I haven't really had a chance to think about it." I really didn't know what to say.

"Cory, I told you, I've been thinking about this for a long time. A few weeks ago when we were swimming and that led to the massage, I was wrestling with it. I knew what I wanted and I thought you wanted the same thing, too, but it was so hard not to pursue it. I wanted you to touch me in the pool and in the shower and I wanted that massage to go further, but I had to be the one in control. Part of it, yes, was the fact that I was still married and I wouldn't violate that, but part of it was because you're my son. Do you understand?"

I nodded and sighed. "I think so. I did enjoy those things, too. And I had been thinking about you in a sexual way for a long time, but it was Erin that prompted me to open up to the thought of...uh....family."

"When she kissed you that night."

"She, uh, she didn't just kiss me, mom. She kissed me hard and then we went upstairs and had sex in her room."

Mom hung her head and looked away. "I know." She looked up at me sideways and saw the look of surprise on my face. "I'm sorry, baby. I was awake on my computer and heard her door close and thought I would go talk to her. I listened outside the door when I heard your voice and instead of walking away I touched myself to the sounds of your lovemaking. I couldn't help myself. Between what I had seen of Erin and my previous fantasies of you, then what you had done for me that afternoon...I was wired." She stroked her hand on my cheek and asked if I was upset with her.

"No, I guess not. I guess in a way I'm glad. That's a big secret to carry around. And the three of us have always been pretty close, almost like we were a team, a real family, that had to stick together because of dad, you know?"

"I know, sweetie. Thanks for being so understanding." She leaned in and gave me a kiss on the lips. Soft and gentle, but affectionate rather than trying to arouse me.

"Mom?"

"Yeah, baby?"

"Since we're sharing secrets, I have another confession to make."

"Sure, go ahead."

"That day after our swim and massage? Erin and I took the next day off to stay home and have sex."

"Uh-huh, go on."

"Well, she showed me one of your stories."

Mom just smiled and dropped her head for a second before looking back at me, still smiling. "I know. She already told me. I was upset at first, but only at her, but when she told me how much you liked it and how useful it was for the two of you, I thought about it and gave her all access. So, did you really like it?" she asked.

"Oh, yeah! You're a great writer. We've read a few more since then and they all get me worked up!"

"I'm glad," she laughed. "I've got plenty more." She sighed. "I'm so glad we had this talk, Cor. I feel much better getting this all out there."

"Me, too, mom."

"Okay, well it's late and I'm tired. Maybe tomorrow we can spend some more time together. What do you think?"

"Sounds great! Thanks, mom. I love you." I leaned in and kissed her, which she met with her lips pressed to mine.

"I love you, too, baby. Now get some rest. I'm going to wear you out tomorrow," she laughed.

"Can't wait," I said before rolling off the bed and walking to the door. I stopped and turned with my hand on the knob. "I really do love you, mom."

"I know, baby. And I love you, too. Good night."

"Night." I closed the door and walked to my room, not even stopping to talk to Erin.

I don't even remember getting in bed. I must have been asleep before my head hit the pillow, as they say.

Saturday morning usually meant I had to get up and cut the grass and skim the pool before dad got up from his hangover and called me lazy and stupid. He hadn't been around to do that in several weeks, but I still had the habit of waking up early, stomach in knots, to make sure I got it all finished early in the morning. I panicked today, however, as I noticed how bright my room was. I looked at the clock and it was almost 8:30.

"Shit!" I hissed, throwing on a t-shirt and shorts before quickly lacing up my yard work shoes. I bolted down the stairs and was rounding the corner into the kitchen when I saw mom at the counter with a worried look on her face.

"Whoa!" she said. "What's wrong?"

"I have to get the grass cut and pool cleaned and I got up late! Shit!"

"Cory! Stop!" she said. I still had a knot in my stomach as I stopped and looked at her, my list of chores running through my head as she began to speak. I didn't know what to do. I wanted her to hurry up and tell me what she needed to say so I could get going out to the garage. "Relax, baby," she said as she set down her mug and rounded the counter toward me. "What's wrong?"

"I need to take care of the yard, mom. I told you." I kept looking toward the garage. "I don't want you to think I'm lazy."

Mom tilted her head sideways a little and her eyes softened. She brought her hand up to touch my cheek. "Oh, darlin', I don't think you're lazy. I'm proud of the man you are. You're a hard-working, dependable, loving family man. I could never think otherwise."

"But, mom, if I don't clean the pool..."

"Then it will be cleaned this afternoon or tomorrow. Or Monday." She pulled out two chairs from the table and sat in one. She patted the other one and I sat down. "Why do you think you have to get this done so early on a Saturday?" she asked. I was suspicious that she knew the answer because she looked at me with that sideways glare, her eyes narrowed and chin raised.

"I don't know, mom," I lied. "It's when grass gets cut and pools get cleaned. That's just how it is."

"That sounds like your dad."

I didn't say anything, but I felt that knot grow into my throat and I clenched my jaw to swallow it.

Mom's eyes teared up and her face softened. "What did he say to you, Cory?"

I sat silently for a minute debating on whether I should say anything at all. She's already been through so much, had so many reasons to hate my dad. This was my burden to bear. I had to man up and deal with it rather than pass it on to my mom. I tried to stand up as I answered, "It doesn't matter, mom." 

"The hell it doesn't!" she yelled, grabbing my arm and pulling me back down. I sat, surprised. "What, Cory?!"

"Sometimes he called me a lazy bastard and sometimes he said I was stupid." I watched the tears roll as her hand gripped my arm. "It didn't matter what I did," my own face began to burn hot and the room blurred through my own tears, "I couldn't make him happy, mom. If I didn't get a perfect score on a test, he asked if I was too lazy to study or too stupid to learn. Whatever I did, he found something wrong with it. Nothing I did was ever good enough. And I tried so hard, mom, I really did."

"I know you did, baby. I'm so proud of you. I've always been proud of you." She held my head to her shoulder as we both leaned in and gently cried together.

"Why would he say that to me, mom? Why wasn't I ever good enough for him?" I asked into her shoulder.

"Because he's a fucktard!" Erin's voice seethed from the other end of the kitchen as she walked toward us, fire in her eyes. Our heads snapped up at her voice.

"Erin," mom scolded.

"What, mom?! Tell me he's not! Tell me that piece of shit isn't a worm-rotting asshole. Say it, mom! Defend that shitweasel." Erin rested her hip against the counter with her arms crossed, daring mom to refute her statements.

Mom sat in silence, looking at Erin for what seemed like forever. Erin didn't budge. Soon enough, mom dropped her eyes and looked away. But Erin didn't gloat. She took a seat across from me, on the other side of mom. Finally mom spoke. "Listen," she said quietly, looking to each of us. "He's gone now. Yes, he was a shit to us, but we can either let him continue to control us or we can form our own family right here and now, and heal together. Cory," she said, looking at me, "You are NOT a lazy man and you are far from stupid. I don't know how this house and yard would stay looking as good as it does if it weren't for you. You never let anything go, no matter how much you have to work or how much school work you have. You're incredibly responsible.

"Erin," she said, looking at my sister. "You have such a strong and resilient demeanor that you have served as a rock for this family. You're never afraid to speak your mind and you always call me out on my weak thinking, even though I may not like it." She held both of our hands. "So, starting now we're moving forward. We make our own decisions and do what is best for our little family. I don't want either one of you to ever be afraid to talk to me, do you understand?"




Man of the House Ch. 04



We both nodded and quickly looked at each other. Erin smiled at me weakly and I looked away, embarrassed at being the man who cried when my little sister could be so strong.

"Now," mom continued, "Here's what we're going to do. I'm going to make us a big, relaxed breakfast. And then while I weed the roses and Cory cuts the grass, Erin, you can clean the pool. And then afterward, we're done for the day. Then we can relax this afternoon. Sound good?"

"Yes, ma'am," Erin and I replied. I was still a little sheepish, but appreciative. Mom and Erin didn't seem to think anything of it, however, so I tried my best to shrug it off.

Mom made an amazing breakfast and as if to reinforce how she felt about us, she wouldn't let us help her, but instead told us to sit down and watch tv while she made breakfast. She even brought us each a juice to drink while she cooked. When she handed me the glass of pineapple juice, she winked at me and teased my hair with her fingers for a second. As we drank our juice and watched one of our DVR'd sitcoms, Erin's phone played "California Girls" and she picked it up and walked out of the room as she answered. I turned my attention back to the show after taking a look at mom, who smiled and winked at me as she stood over the electric griddle, waiting to turn the pancakes.

I stood up from the recliner and walked to the kitchen, setting my glass of juice on the table as I passed. Mom looked at me, smiling, as I rounded the counter, the turned her attention back to the griddle, flipping over a pancake as I approached her from behind. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I leaned in and kissed her cheek as I pulled her into me. She made a happy "mmm" sound as she placed her free hand on mine, and rested her head back against the crook of my neck.

"I love you, mom," I said simply.

"I know, baby; I love you, too."

"Ugh," came Erin's disgusted grunt. "Get a room, you two."

I turned to see her smiling at us as she walked over to pick up her juice off the end table. Mom responded without looking. "Why narrow it to just one room?"

"Good point," said Erin with a smile and a nod. "Can you two at least wait until I leave, though? Mother-son sex. Blech!" She shuddered, her eyes squeezed shut.

"Fuck you," I laughed.

"I would say you would like that, but I'm too young. You're only attracted to women in their 80s."

"Hey!" mom objected, whipping her head to look around me at her daughter before we all laughed.

"Megan wants me to come over later. I told her I was going to eat with you guys and then I had to clean the pool and I'd go over. Is that still cool?" she asked.

"Sure," said mom, turning back to remove a few pancakes off the griddle. "Here," she said, handing me the plate stacked with hot pancakes. "I'll get the bacon." I took the plate and set it on the table where she had already put everything else: eggs, potatoes, juice, milk, all the condiments. And she followed me over after picking up the plate of bacon. We all sat at the table and had, as mom had described, a relaxing breakfast. This was probably the first one ever. We usually either had to eat quickly because of chores, skip breakfast, or keep things quiet so we wouldn't wake my passed out, drunken father.

It was nice. After breakfast mom changed while Erin and I cleaned the kitchen and then we all set about our assigned duties. We were finished in no time and Erin headed over to her friend's house for the day.

"Well," said mom, running her hand through one side of her hair as she looked at the floor before looking up at me. "It looks like it's just you and me, kid."

"Yeah. I'm, uh...I'm gonna take a shower."

"Me, too. It looks like a nice day to relax with a good book." She squeezed past me as I stood there, confused. I watched her walk upstairs without looking back, like I had seen a million times growing up.

Was I supposed to say something? I wondered. Maybe do something differently? She said she was going to wear me out today. Has she changed her mind? I walked up the stairs, past her room with the closed door and knocked. No answer. I went to turn the knob, but it was locked. I was confounded, but still grimy so I went ahead and went to the bathroom to grab a quick shower. My shower went longer than expected as I thought through the events of last night and this morning. My erection grew and raged before settling back down as I transitioned into doubt. Maybe she was waiting for me to make the first move. My erection returned as I strengthened my resolve to make love to my mom again. Giving myself a final rinse, I turned off the water and quickly dried myself off before going through my normal post-shower routine, only this time I would leave my towel on instead of getting dressed.

I opened the bathroom door and saw that mom's door was open. I walked past and looked in, but she wasn't there. Walking downstairs I saw the kitchen and living room were both empty and just assumed she had left while I was in the shower. Just to be sure, however, I looked out through the window, even though mom was never one to hang out by the pool on her own.

But there she was. Not by the pool, but sitting at the table, her back to the door, a bottle and glass of red wine on the table, the retractable awning providing shade from the noonday sun. I slid open the door and walked outside, closing the door behind me. It was now or never. I walked up behind her.

"Mom." I continued to approach her, coming around her side.

"It's about time," she breathed. She looked up at me over her shoulder as I continued to approach and saw a paperback book drop onto the table, a bare-chested man and busty blonde embracing on the front cover. As I took another step toward her I noticed her leg out to the side. With each step I saw more of what was going on and knew that I was in the right place at the right time.

Standing at her shoulder, I pulled my towel off and dropped it on the patio, my erection pointing at her face. "Suck it, mom," I demanded.

"Sure thing, baby," her voice thick with lust. "Sorry, Marco." She engulfed me with her mouth as she withdrew a vibrator from her pussy and dropped it on the table next to her book, spinning in the chair to keep from craning her neck. The large purple vibrator danced on the table, so I reached down and figured I just needed to turn the end cap to turn it off, and it worked. I set it back down as mom continued to work me with her mouth and now one free hand, the other hand continuing to work her pussy.

"Oh, god, mom, you're so good at that."

"Mmm, you think so, Cor?" she smiled around my head and shaft as her hand stroked me before cupping my balls.

"I know so. This is the sexiest thing I've ever seen. And you feel so (GASP!) so good."

Mom giggled around me as the hand cupping my balls extended a finger back to graze my perineum. My ass clenched in response and a chill ran up my spine, my stomach forming a knot. She may have been out of practice, but she apparently still remembered everything she had learned. Mom continued to work her mouth and hand in concert to bring my pleasure to a boil. I was glad she didn't object when I wove my fingers into her hair; instead she moaned a little. Tightening my fist just a little I had a firmer grip on her hair and she pulled her head back.

Laughing a little she asked, "Afraid I'm going somewhere?"

I smiled back. "Just thought I'd fuck your mouth a little."

"Oh you did, huh? It's not enough to get a blowjob from a beautiful woman? You have to force yourself on her?" She was smiling a little as she said it.

"Well..." I shrugged.

"Well." She stood up and continued to stroke me as she kissed me, pressing her chest against mine and swirling her tongue lightly inside my mouth. Pulling away she said, "If you're going to do that, then I should probably be prepared to take what you give me, huh?" She winked as she replaced her hand with my own "Keep yourself warm for me." I lightly stroked myself as I watched her walk to the closest lounge chair. Picking it up by the foot so that it rested on the two wheels, she pulled it back into the shade as she looked at me. Bending over and showing me her ass, she looked over her shoulder and winked while she lowered the head of the lounge chair before calling me over as she reclined onto the lounger. 

"Come on, lover. You know I don't like empty threats."

I walked over to the head of the lounger and watched as mom lay back and scooted up so that she could hang her head over the end. She smiled at me, her head upside down, and opened her mouth. I smiled back as I pressed the head of my solid cock into her small pink gateway before feeling it being gradually enveloped in warmth. Mom reached up and ran her hands up my thighs, cupping my ass and pulling me further into her, letting me know it was okay. I slowly began thrusting on my own and mom brought her hands around to rest on the front of my thighs, moaning as she did so. She was taking me all the way and it felt incredible. I had my hands resting on the back of the lounger beside her head but I ran one hand under her jaw and felt mom's throat expand to take me on each thrust. I picked up the pace and began working into her throat as fast and hard as I could control.

Mom was moaning and with one hand she continued to work herself over, her hand a blur on her clit. I reached down and pinched and pulled on her nipples as I continued to bury myself all the way into her mouth before withdrawing almost completely. I don't know how she breathed, but she did. She never asked me to stop or slow down and my crotch was dripping with a thicker saliva, several strings connecting her mouth and my thatch of pubic hair or balls. I felt myself getting close and pulled out, only to see her mouth covered in a froth and her nose, cheeks and forehead had a thick stream of spit coating all the way down to her hair.

"Fuck, mom," I groaned. "I'm getting close. Where do you want it."

"Cum down my throat, baby. I want to feel you throb in my mouth and want to taste you. Fuck my face as hard as you want and then just let go. I'll take it, I swearBBBbbmmm."

I didn't even wait for another word before forcing it back in, cutting off her thought. I fucked her mouth harder and faster, showing no mercy as I plowed her mouth and throat and tortured her breasts. She was matching my fervor with her own masturbation, burying her fingers in her pussy and alternately working her clit. Within a couple of minutes I couldn't control it anymore and grunted as I buried myself completely and emptied load after load into her mouth. She pushed me back a little after the first two spasms so she could work me over with her tongue. After that, she brought herself to orgasm quickly and moaned around me as I watched her breasts jiggle and thighs clamp around her hand while her abs clenched.

She pushed me away and even though I was still hard, I was spent. "Whew," she panted. "God that was good." She worked to sit up and to turn sideways on the lounger as I dropped into a patio chair by the table. "I haven't done that in a while," she laughed, "and I'm sure I'll have a sore throat later."

"I hope I wasn't too rough, mom."

"Oh, no, honey. I loved it! And you taste great. I'm going to have to make a habit of getting my protein injection from you." She winked as she said it, and wiped her spit off her cheeks and nose. "Oh my god! I'm a mess."

"You're sexy as hell, mom." I was out of breath and sexually satisfied, but still horny for her.

"I would say let's just jump in like this, but if Mrs. W. were to see that it may be a problem. Go get your swimsuit on, Cor, and we'll clean up and refresh in the pool. We can go for round 2 later."

"I can't wait," I said, pulling myself up before helping her off the lounge.

"Me, neither," she smiled.

We both retreated to our respective rooms and a few minutes later we were laughing and relaxing in the pool, two glasses of wine on the shady side of the pool since the sun had moved enough to extend the shadow over the edge of the pool and into the water. We had both been swimming and splashing, mom in this incredible brown bikini I had never seen before, and me in my typical white board shorts with giant blue and green hibiscus on them.

"Well, there's a laugh I haven't heard in a while," came a voice from the end of the pool. We both turned to see Mrs. W. looking over the fence, partially hidden by mom's rose bushes.

"Hey!" said mom. "Come on over! I've got good news!"

"Okay." She disappeared from the fence and mom told me to go get another glass as she climbed out of the pool. I heard the metallic latch of the gate click open as I was entering the sliding glass door before hearing faded laughter. I returned to see mom wrapped in her towel and she and Mrs. W. were just sitting down at the table. 

I picked up the bottle and poured a glass of wine, handing it to Mrs. W. "Thank you, dear," she replied with a smile. Her clothes had a small patch of dirt on each knee, but were otherwise clean. Why older women opted to garden in lighter colors was beyond me. I took my seat in the chair opposite mom. "Now what's this good news you're so excited about?" she asked.

"Our divorce was finalized yesterday," mom said with a smile. "Everything is settled, so there won't be any long fight. And thanks to those pictures he knows I've got him by the short and curlies so he won't be pushing for anything else." Mom glowed as she talked about it, such a huge weight off her shoulders.

"Now that IS something to celebrate! As much as I hate to see any marriage end, I'm so proud of you and so excited!"

"Thank you," replied mom. She sighed and dropped her shoulders in an exaggerated display. "Such a huge relief to know it's over." She looked back at me. "Cory and Erin have been a huge support and I owe them a lot. I don't even have the words to express how I feel about it."

"They are wonderful," Mrs. W. agreed. "You have certainly done a great job with them." She looked at me as she said it.

"Thank you," mom said. For the next few minutes we talked and drank wine and just celebrated again. Soon enough, Mrs. W. had to leave, claiming she had work that still needed to be done and that time was getting away from her. We said our good-byes and mom walked her to the gate, giving her a hug as I walked back inside with the glasses and bottle. I had just started washing them when I heard the door open and close again, looking up to see mom coming through and closing the door. 

She never stopped moving, walking rapidly toward me. Grabbing my hand and turning off the water at the same time, she said, "I wonder if she could smell my pussy," as she pulled me to the couch. She never stopped talking or moving and I was okay with that. "I could certainly smell it." She untied my swimsuit and pulled it down, pushing it down with her foot. "Did you smell it, Cor? Did you smell your mother's cunt dripping for you?" She pushed me back onto the couch to make me lie down, and pulled the bikini bottoms off before straddling my face, facing my feet. Her pussy was right at my mouth and she lowered it to my face as she took me into her mouth.

She must have been ready because she was dripping all right. And she attacked my prick with fervor, deepthroating me on the first bob. With her hand she caressed my balls while bobbing rapidly on my shaft. Mom groaned around me, sending vibrations through me as I sucked and licked at her clit, my hands squeezing the soft skin of her firm ass. I could see her asshole winking just above me and was tempted to brush a finger across it, but didn't dare. Not yet. This was still new and I didn't know what she was open for. 

It was okay, though, because the taste and scent of texture of her pink lips and clit were enough to keep me satisfied. I was practically smothered by her groin as she pressed down, the rough patch of her pubic hair grinding against my chin. She rode my mouth hard, seeking her own pleasure, chasing her orgasm with all she was worth. It arrived quickly and hit hard. She pulled off my dick and rested her cheek against it, pinning it to my stomach as she collapsed in release.

"Mmmgod!" she panted. "You're making me cum, baby. Make momma cum with your mouth." Her breathing was short and ragged and her voice sounded strained. Working her hips in small circles on my mouth she brought her own orgasm out of her, flinching on my chest, her ass jiggling above me. "Fuu....God that's goooooooo..." She had already flooded into my mouth and it ran down my cheeks into my ears as I pushed her juice out of my mouth and continued to swipe at her until she finally pulled away. "Enough," she gasped. "Too much."

"The hell it is," I rejected her surrender. She lifted up as I pushed her off and rolled off the couch. "I haven't fucked you yet." She laughed a wicked laugh as she leaned back against the couch, her hands gripping the back of it as I quickly settled between her legs. Her eyes popped wide open as I plowed into her in one solid thrust. "Fuck that's good!"

"Oh, Cor, are you going to fuck me proper this time?"

"You know it, mom." I pulled out and rammed back into her, drawing a squeal when my hips slammed into her.

"OH!" she squealed. "You think you got what it takes to fuck me raw, Cory? Go for it," she said calmly. "Do your best."

I smiled wickedly and withdrew all the way before forcing myself forward again, to her dismay and delight. Again and again I pounded into her, drawing words of challenge from my mature lover, my mom. She taunted me. "Is that all you got?" and "I thought you were going to fuck me hard." She was drawing close to another orgasm, however, as her voice became tense and her eyes lost focus; it's like she was looking past me instead of at me. And then it hit. She burst out with a string of profanity before losing it in a series of gasps and one long groan that was constricted by her vocal chords. 

She went limp, her legs flopping to the side, which gave me the break I needed to flip her over and straddle her ass, pinning her to the couch with a muffled moan. "I'm not done, mom," I said, her face breaking into a weak smile as I brushed her hair back from her face. "I'm going to bury my cock in you and cum so hard you're going to taste it.

"Mmm, yeah?"

"Yeah!" I grunted as I forced my prick into her cunt again, pressing her hips into the couch.

"Fuck, Cor! You're so deep!"

"You feel my balls on your pussy, mom?"

She just nodded frantically, no energy to speak.

Her pussy gripped my shaft and head so tight I wondered if I would be able to pull out. But I did. In a split second, however, I pounded back into her, forcing another grunt from her. Here she was, my mother naked except her bikini top tied around her back, and I had my prick buried in her pussy on our living room couch. I had one hand rested high on her back and the other on her ass as my foot was planted firmly on the floor, my other knee buried in the cushion by her hip. Every time I slammed into her, she sank into the couch and drew back up with me when I pulled out. She looked and felt amazing.

I could feel myself getting close as I assaulted my own mother with my cock. She was constantly grunting or groaning, and occasionally sputtering out profanities. I leaned in close to her ear. "You said you were going to wear me out today. Looks like the shoe's on the other foot now, huh?" I laughed a little.

"Day's not...ugh...over...yet." She smiled a little before I fucked it out of her.

"Shit, mom! I'm cumming!" The heat roiled in my balls and my ass tightened up.

"Go deep, baby. Cum in me deep!" she said, looking back over her shoulder and lifting her ass up just a little, arching her back. Shit, it felt like I gained another inch as I was somehow able to go deeper. The look on my mom's face, her hair a mess, her ass arched, I couldn't stop now if I'd wanted to.




Man of the House Ch. 05



Mom was dressed to the nines. I'd never seen her so beautiful. I'm sure some of it had to do with the fact that we had become sexually involved, but this was also a part of mom's effort to date again. She and dad hadn't gone out for a date for as a long as I could remember, so I had never seen her dressed like this. Her hair was nicely done, not pulled up, but it simply looked like she had put more effort into it, styling it and giving it a softer curl. Her eyes were highlighted with gentle brown eye shadow and a dark liner, her lashes longer and thicker. Her face had a light dusting of make-up and her lips were a dark, shiny pink.

Her dress was black and sleeveless and showed her form nicely, ending just above her knees. It wasn't tight, but it tapered to her waist and accentuated her figure without being too revealing. Her legs were covered in sheer black panty hose and she was wearing black patent leather heels to lengthen her legs and to keep the muscles in her calves flexed.

She must have noticed me staring because she simply cleared her throat. I quickly returned my gaze to her face and noticed her smiling with that subtle genuine smile I loved. "I take it you like it?"

"God, mom. You look..."

"Nice?"

I shook my head no before saying, "Sexy as hell."

She blushed a little and looked away. "You're sweet to say that to your mother."

"I'm not sweet, believe me. If you knew what was going through my head about my mother, you wouldn't call me sweet."

She laughed a little and looked back up at me with a sideways sexy glare. She had a twinkle in her eye. "Shame on you, thinking that way about your own mom."

"I promise if you go out wearing that, I won't be the only man thinking that way about you."

"Really?" she asked, walking over to me. "Well, just so you know, I'll be coming home with you tonight, no matter who else thinks dirty thoughts about me." She reached up with both hands and straightened the knot in my tie. "You never could get these things straight, you know." She smoothed my tie back down and stepped away. "There," she said with satisfaction. "Now you're as dashing as ever." She smiled up at me.

"Thanks, mom," I said.

"Oh, you're welcome, darling."

"No, not just the tie." She looked at me with a little tilt in her head and her brow furrowed. "I mean, for everything. This may sound weird, but..." I looked down trying to think of what to say. I didn't say anything for a few seconds as I tried to find the words. I had the nervous habit of holding my left hand in my right with my thumb rubbing my palm as I thought. I had been doing it for as long as I could remember and here I was doing it right now.

"It's okay, baby. Just tell me." Her voice was motherly again, soothing.

"Well...you make me feel like a man. I mean...you respect me...or at least you seem to respect me."

"Oh, baby," she sympathized. "I do respect you. I hope you know that." She touched my cheek with her palm. "You're an amazing young man and I'm so proud of you. And you look so handsome tonight. Trust me, I'm not going to be the only one causing dirty thoughts tonight." She winked at me. "I'm going to have all the young ladies jealous of me."

"Don't worry, mom. I won't even notice. I'm going to have a hard time taking my eyes off you tonight." 

"I think I can handle that. It looks like we'll both have a hard time controlling ourselves, huh?"

"It looks like it," I shrugged with a smile. "Shall we?" I asked, motioning toward the door to the garage.

"Let's."

I opened the door for her and followed her into the garage and around to her side of the car after pressing the button to open the garage door. Opening her door, I helped her into the seat before closing the door and walking around to settle into the driver's seat of mom's car. 

The ride to the restaurant was nice, but quiet. How was I supposed to talk to her? I've never been on a date with her before.

I cleared my throat. "Um, mom?"

"Yes?" She turned from looking out the side window to look at me.

"What should I call you tonight? You know, while we're out."

"Hm. I guess it may be awkward if you're flirting with me and then blurt out 'mom' somewhere in there, huh?"

"Yeah, a little," I laughed.

"Why don't you just call me by my name?"

"I don't know. I guess I could, but it just feels weird."

"Unlike drilling me on the couch?"

"Yeah, I know it sounds stupid, but..." I just shrugged.

"Tell you what. You call me whatever you want tonight and when you find something you like, you can use that whenever we go out. Kind of a fantasy name. How does that sound?"

"You mean we're going out again?"

"I can't think of any reason why not," she smiled.

"Well, until you meet someone."

"What do you mean?"

"You know," I said. "Until you meet someone and start dating again."

"Cory," she said, turning toward me in her seat a little, "What makes you think I want to start dating again?"

"I just assumed that at some point you would want a good man who will treat you the way you deserve."

"I don't have any plans to date anyone. And I think there is already a good man who will treat me right. And we're going out tonight." She was serious. I could tell by looking at her.

"Mom, I don't know that I can stop dating. I mean I want a family of my own one day, a wife and kids." I was nervous about where this was going.

"Oh, sweetie," she touched my arm. "I'm not expecting you to stop dating to be with Erin and me. I know I can't ask you to do that. I love making love to you and spending time with the two of you, but I'm much older and have already got a family. I'm not asking you to change your future for our new relationship. I want grandkids one day, too. I want you to find a nice girl to marry and start the family you want. I'm okay with that, sweetie. You're not going to hurt my feelings by falling in love with someone else."

"Really?" I was relieved and skeptical.

"Of course. Listen, Cory, neither of us can predict the future and I would never ask you to give up your dreams for me. I want you to be happy. If that includes having a family of your own, I want that for you, but I don't want you to do that for me. If you decide not to marry or not to have kids, I will love you the same. Please don't feel any pressure from me to make those kinds of decisions on my behalf. And if you ever want to stop what we have started, just let me know."

"I don't see me wanting to stop that," I said, "but I appreciate it just the same."

She smiled at me. "I'm glad you don't want to stop. That means a lot to me, but I was serious when I told you and Erin this morning that I want you to be able to talk to me about anything. I mean it, Cor. Anything."

"Wow, thanks mom," I sighed. "That's a relief to hear you say that. It just takes some pressure off me."

"Well, I never intended to pressure you at all. I'm sorry if I made you feel that way." Mom seemed a little sad.

"No, mom, don't feel that way. You didn't do anything to pressure me. I wanted it. And I still do," I smiled. "Now," I breathed with a bright smile and a squeeze on her hand, "Would you like the steak or the lobster?"

"Ooh," she giggled, returning a squeeze on my hand. "Steak or lobster? You're going to spoil me rotten!"

"I just want to treat you the way you deserve. I'm sorry I don't have more money or I would show you what you're really worth."

She dropped her head back against the head rest and smiled lightly at me. "You're sweet. Just being out on a date with the most handsome and kindest man I know is enough of a treat."

I smiled back at her lightly before turning my attention back to the road. We were just entering downtown and the sun was low enough to be blocked by the higher buildings as they passed, giving a scattered and irregular strobe effect in the corner of my left eye. I moved the visor to the side window to block it out and at the next exit I followed the ramp down and back under the overpass to our destination.

Although there was no valet parking, the recently restored neighborhood and businesses were nice enough that I didn't need to worry about mom's car getting stolen or vandalized. Parking in the private lot behind the building, in the first floor of the parking garage, I approached mom's side of the car and helped her out, again admiring her.

"You really do look amazing tonight," I said.

"Thank you," she breathed with a slight blush. I bent down to kiss her lightly on the lips as my hand touched the small of her back. When I pulled back her eyes were still closed and she sighed a little.

"Mm, that's nice."

"I had to stop myself so I wouldn't mess up your make-up."

"In time," she winked. "In the meantime, I think we should go eat."

"So have you decided?"

"Not yet." She hooked her hand in my arm as I set the alarm with the key fob and dropped it into my pocket.

We walked across the small open section of the parking lot and around to the front entrance of the locally legendary restaurant. I didn't even have to open the door. As soon as we rounded the corner, a young lady in a white shirt and black pencil skirt greeted us and held the door for us to enter. Mom entered first and I followed closely behind.

It wasn't long before we were seated and I ordered us a bottle of the house white wine. Mom didn't say a word about it, so I assumed she was all right with my choice. I didn't know much about wine, but I knew that in this kind of restaurant, anything they served would be at least decent. 

Mom looked at the menu across from me and I looked at mine, containing my surprise at the cost of some of the meals. It took me a minute to determine them because they were simply an italicized whole-dollar amount near the margin for each item and they didn't have dollar signs. It was a good thing I had good credit and stayed on top of my credit card bills so I had a good balance left.

Within a few minutes the waiter returned with the bottle of wine. He opened the wine at the table and poured mom's glass first before setting it front of her and pouring mine. She picked up her glass and I did the same as soon as it landed on the table.

"To a beautiful night with a beautiful young lady," I smiled, raising my glass slightly. Mom smiled lightly in returned and raised hers for a moment before taking a sip. I followed with a sip of my own.

"Mm. This is a good choice, Cory."

"Yeah, it's not bad. But the best choice I've ever made is sitting across from me."

She blushed a little and looked down. "Thank you." 

Mom and I chatted a little bit, mostly about the restaurant, looking around and pointing out some nice touches. Neither of us had ever been here and I know I had never been to one this nice before, but didn't know if mom ever had. I didn't want to ask. She really should have spent a lot more time in places like this and a lot less time getting mistreated by a fuckup.

It wasn't long before the waiter returned to our table, as I was refilling mom's glass.

"Have you decided?" he asked.

"We have," I said, looking at mom, who seemed a little surprised. "The lady will have the steak, medium rare, and lobster tail. And I'll have the same."

"Very good, sir. Will there be anything else?"

"I don't think so."

The waiter nodded and turned to leave. He was out of earshot before mom spoke.

"Cory, that's going to cost a fortune. And there's no way I'll be able to eat all that."

"I'm sure Erin won't mind a little steak and lobster, right?" I smiled at her.

She laughed a little. "No, I guess she won't."

"I don't want you to think you need to eat all that, and please don't worry about the price. I know what I'm doing and this is something I get to do for you. For the first time in my life I feel free to treat the way you have always deserved. I'm just sorry it took me so long."

Mom's eyes were tearing up. "Thank you, sweetie."

I reached across the table for her hand. She held mine with one hand while she brought the napkin from her lap to blot under her eyes to catch the tears that began to roll down her beautiful cheek.

I leaned in so I could speak more quietly. "Mom?" I whispered.

"Yes?" she leaned in.

"Do you think I'm taking advantage of you?" I was genuinely concerned.

"Oh, no, not at all. I know what I'm doing," she smiled, her eyes twinkling a little.

"Okay, I just wanted to make sure."

"I appreciate it," she said, giving my hand a squeeze and sitting back. "So, haven't thought of a name yet, huh?"

I shrugged and fiddled with the fork in front of me. "I think so, but I don't know. I mean, I think it needs to be classy and...age-appropriate." I looked at her sheepishly and she just smiled and nodded, so I continued. "I don't want it to sound made-up or like a porn star or stripper name" I whispered.

"Okay, I agree with that. So what are you thinking, then?"

"Maybe...Vanessa?" I waited for a laugh that never came.

Mom just tilted her head and looked up. "Vanessa Williams. Vanessa Redgrave. Both beautiful and classy ladies." She looked back at me. "Vanessa's good. I can live with that," she smiled.

"Good," I sighed, relieved. "Would you like a roll...Vanessa?"

Mom smiled. "Why, yes, please."

The rest of our dinner date was very nice. The steak and lobster were incredible, the credit card went through without a hitch and mom's new name began to roll off the tongue more naturally than I had imagined it would. It's still new and a little strange, but that's to be expected.

I walked mo...Vanessa back to the car, one of her hands in my arm and the other hand holding a foil swan that contained a little bit of steak and lobster. The car chirped as I unlocked it from a few feet away and then I opened her door again to help her settle into the seat. She looked at me in a way that melted me, a look somewhere between passion and adoration. I loved that look.

As I pulled out of the parking garage, Vanessa told me to turn right instead of left. I followed simply because she asked. After a few more minutes and two more turns, I found myself turning into the main entrance to the large city park. The sky was gray and there were decorative iron lights lining the sidewalk, their globes glowing white in the dark of the trees.

I saw couples and families walking down the sidewalk, arms and strollers loaded down. A man in a bright orange vest, holding flashlight cones, directed me into a parking lot. Mom never said a word. When we pulled into the parking space as directed by the second man with flashlights, I turned off the engine, giving mom a funny look.

"What's..."

"Come on," she chirped. "This should be fun." With that, she opened the door and practically hopped out, ignoring me.

I sighed and shook my head. As soon as I opened the door, mom's slammed shut and I heard a background of people talking and laughing and children chattering and asking questions. Closing my door, I walked around to the back of the car where mom was standing. "Vanessa, what's this about?"

"Cory," she said, bouncing a little on her toes, "Open the trunk."

I did and saw a small cooler and our camping blanket.

"You know that every summer they have movies in the park. I didn't want to say anything because I didn't know if we would get to it, but I thought it might be fun to watch one together. They're showing 'Singing in the Rain' tonight. It's one of my favorites."

My stomach sank a little. I was hoping to get home and finish out the evening with a bang, so to speak, but my fog quickly lifted when I saw her biting her lip nervously, waiting for my answer.

"I would love to watch it with you! You know, I've never seen the whole thing."

"Really?" She was almost as excited about that part as she was about watching it again, it seemed.

"Really. And I'm glad. Now my memory of this movie will always be of seeing it with you on our first date." I smiled genuinely at her and she rushed me with a hug.

"Oh, Cory, thank you so much! I can't tell you how much this means to me!" Her arms gripped tightly around my neck and shoulders and I was surprised at how much she appreciated me doing something as simple as watching a movie with her. 

She let go of my neck and reached in to pick up the blanket and cooler before giving me the brightest smile I had ever seen from her. For the second time that night, my heart melted. I smiled at her and closed the trunk before setting the alarm. I took the cooler from her and she draped the folded blanket over her right forearm as she took hold of my right hand with her left. Immediately she intertwined her fingers into mine and I realized right then that we were an actual couple, if only for tonight.

We quietly made our way down the long sidewalk which curled through the trees along the perimeter of the park. As we walked we passed some people, but were more often passed by others. Our pace was slow and leisurely. The night was warm and there was a gentle warm breeze from our right. I heard music gradually getting louder as we walked along and it transitioned through a wide variety of styles and ages.

Soon enough we rounded a corner and stood on a large railed patio that was raised less than a story above a tremendous manicured lawn that held a majestic movie screen and hundreds of people scattered across the grass. There were large portable stadium lights along both edges of the grass that illuminated the crowd with bright white. Looking around the patio I saw a variety of carts from vendors selling giant pretzels, popcorn, sno-cones, and ice cream, and found the source of the music. The local station that always boasts of music from the 70s to today, had a table with some reps and their station was broadcasting from several speakers spread around the edges of the patio and even a couple of large speakers on the lawn at the foot of the stairs. From the screen along the sides were other large speakers, all wired to a large case maybe a hundred feet from the screen. I assumed this was where the projector and soundboard were.

"Wow!" mom exclaimed. I looked over and she was like a little kid. "This is so cool! I can't believe I'm here! Thank you so much, Cory! Thank you thank you!" She clapped her hands excitedly, causing the blanket to unfold a little, which didn't seem to bother her. "Let's go find a good spot!" 

She pulled on my hand, leading me to the stairs and down the broad shallow steps as she scanned for a nice place to settle in. "There's one," she belted as she pulled me to the left toward a small empty patch near the tree line.

When we got to the place where she was satisfied, she let go of my hand and merrily tossed the blanket out in front of her to watch it float down mostly flat as she bent her knees and followed it. I stood beside her and watched her crawl forward to flip the corners down before dropping to her hip and looking up at me.

"Well? Are you going to join me or just stand there all night?" Her voice had a laugh to it, but her eyebrows were raised as if she was expecting an answer.

"Sure. I was just admiring the view. I can't get over how beautiful you are."

"Now stop that or you're going to make me miss the movie." She sat up and extended both hands out at me, inviting me to come sit with her.

"You're not making it any easier to want to stay, you know."

"Well, this is where I am and if you're going to be with me tonight, you're going to have to stay here, too."

"Oh, all right." I rolled my eyes and sat down on the blanket next to her as she laughed a little.

She placed her feet in my lap and said, "Would you take off my shoes so I can be more comfortable?"

"Of course." I began unbuckling her shoes and as I caressed her feet and worked her shoes off, she moaned lightly at me and kept looking me in the eye with one of her sexiest looks. Even while her shoes were toppled sideways on the blanket beside me I continued to rub her feet and calves.




Man Of The House Ch. 05



If there had been organ music playing in the background as Jenny came in the room, it would have reached its crescendo. All three of them were stunned in their own way, as they each took stock of the scene.

 Jen froze in her tracks as her eyes caught the sexual depravity playing-out on the big bed infront of her. Her mother, Karen, was furiously pumping her brother's huge cock with both oil-slickened hands. It made squishing noises as her hands ran it's length from the giant bulbous, purple head down to his ball-sack, which she could plainly see as his legs were splayed open right before her eyes. Her mom must have used a pint of baby oil on his thick rod. Her hands glided up and down so swiftly it was if she was playing hide-and-peek with the enormous mushroom tip.

 Jenny stared slack-jawed observing Karen at play with her new pet. Her beautiful raven-black hair was tied in a ponytail. And the thick, damp extension of it was flapping shoulder to shoulder as she jerked him off. Karen's big tits swayed and bounced rhythmically as she worked. Her gorgeous olive complexion glistened from the combination of sweat, saliva, lube and whatever other bodily fluids coated her chest and thighs.

 She only paused a second to acknowledge her daughters presence in the bedroom and invited her to join them on the king-size stage. She then resumed her fellatio with gusto and was lost in her own passion.

 Her brother had one hand tugging at her mother's ponytail, while the other alternately rubbed and spanked her quivering bottom as she knelt on the bed, astride his legs. He looked like Caligula with a slave-girl as he now turned his gaze towards her. Michael never broke stride as he slowly appraised his young sister. Jenny's hands had unconsciously moved to cover her breasts as she watched this nightmare unfold before her wide, brown eyes. As she looked pleadingly at him for some kind of reprieve, he merely patted the mattress and motioned with his head, for her to come sit next to him. 

 For Michael, this was every wet-dream, fantasy, and winning lottery number, rolled into one. He was amazed at his good fortune as he surveyed the room. His lovely mother was on all fours off to his side pumping his stiff rod with her oily, feverish fists. Her heavy double-d's bounced in a figure-eight pattern as she worked his cock like a butter-churn. He then took a long, slow, approving look at Jen. He was thoroughly amazed at the sight he beheld. 

 His own sister standing bare-chested and bare-footed in his bedroom watching, as his mother stroked and sucked his big tool. She just stood there transfixed, her eyes wide and seemingly glued to the action playing-out only three feet away. 

 For the first time, Mike took a good look at his kid-sister. She was nearly twenty years old now, and at one time he must have had some brotherly affection for her, but in the recent past she had only become an annoyance and someone that he had to support. It was his time and his chance to exact what he believed, was his revenge and he was about to demonstrate his control over them both. Now he saw her, literally, in a new light. Wearing only sun-faded pink sweatpants, with her toes nervously digging into the carpet, he could see the resemblance to her mom. Like Karen, she had long jet-black hair that she wore in bangs,the ends came just to her nipples. And those dark-brown nipples jutted-out from a pair of D's only one bra-size short of her mother's. 

 Mike's cock was straining harder than he could ever remember as he watched Jenny eyeing the scene. Mike motioned for Jen to drop her sweats and join them on the bed. She hesitated for only a second, before she recalled the delicate situation both mother and daughter were in. As Jenny curled her fingers into the cotton material and began to tug them over her hips, Michael exploded. His cock shot a volcano of sperm four feet in the air and all over his mother and himself. The thick goo rained down on them like a sticky shower and Karen giggled as she rubbed the milky resin onto her big tits and licked her fingers, greedily. She was wild with sensual fervor.

 Jen was dumbfounded, her pants settled in a pile at her ankles, as Mike reached his hand out to her. She allowed him to pull her along side him on to the bed and let him guide her hand to his shiny, sticky cock. It laid like a snake on his belly. The veins exposed and the head swollen a deep red color. The tip still oozed cum as she cupped her tiny hand around it and felt the warmth and pulsing of it. 

 "Take it and stroke it a bit. It will grow quickly with a new hand playing with it." It was Karen teaching her how to tease and then fellate her own brother. "Go ahead, take it into your mouth. After he's cum a couple times it doesn't get as big. You can suck it all the way down your throat like that and, it will be more gentle when he fucks you." 

 There it was! As casual as can be, Karen explained to her daughter how she could incestuously suck and fuck Michael. Jen was appalled at the sexual nonchalance exhibited by her otherwise quiet, mousy mom. She thought, "maybe this was her way of coping with this abnormal affair. Or maybe she has gone over to the dark side. Is this what's going to happen to me? My home-life will become a non-stop incestuous threesome with my cock-starved mom and my cock-brained brother." Karen reached under Jen's belly and grabbed her by the waist to position her for a sixty-nine atop her brother. Karen then covered Jen's hand with her own and helped stroke his cock to its revival. She lightly pressed her daughter's head down to her son's pubic area and brushed back her hair as Jenny's mouth opened slightly to ease in his cock. 

 With her hand still on the back of Jen's neck, Karen began to rock her head up and down until the motion was automatic. Jenny was in a trance. She robotically slurped and sucked as his slippery cock slid deeper into her throat. 

 "That's good honey, Stroke it as you suck and play with his balls. It's easier this way to get used to the size as it grows and as you tongue it, you'll get a taste of his cum." With that, Karen slid down next to Mike and let her sticky fingers play with her daughter's pussy and ass while Mike hungrily licked at her swollen clit. In no time at all, Jen was bucking like a horse on Mike's face as he darted his tongue inside her snatch and rubbed his nose and chin against her dark, pink glans. Karen inserted her fingers in both Jenny's pussy and ass as she kept up a steady stream of advise. "Spread your legs wider Jen, and spit on his cock abit as you rub it. I'm going to use some lube in your cute little ass to make it easier and more pleasurable." Jen looked back at her wild-eyed, but never stopped stroking his giant phallus. She was more turned-on than she could have ever imagined. "Just keep sucking Jen, you'll get a treat soon. I'll loosen this tight little bung-hole for you. Mike loves anal-sex and you'll love it too if we start you off right."

 Both kids were nonplussed and Michael especially, was awed. His mother, so recently a stay-at-home mom, was now sounding like a madam from a border-town whore house! He was pretty certain this had all been new to her only one week ago. Now, she was directing the action like a pimp in a porno flick. 

 Karen was living in her own fantasy world. She realized this was incest and a corruption of her own family but she discovered a way to ease her conscience. She simply let her pussy be her guide. She let herself be convinced that she had to follow Michael's commands. In this way she was not a willful participant but only playing along to placate her son. She really wasn't "enjoying" the multiple orgasms Mike triggered inside her. And she was "forced "to suck his monstrous cock and compelled to lick her daughter's tight pussy. She was "required" to follow Michael around the house, naked, and drop to her knees at his wish, to allow Mike easy access to her sex-starved pussy and ass. As long as Mike gave the "orders" she was helpless to resist. She had to obey his commands and follow his desires to ravish her own body and her daughter's. 

 For now, she knew that she was playing her own fantasy of driving two fingers deep into her daughter's squirming butt-hole and moaning with ecstasy as her son did the same thing to her. In the next instant Michael was orchestrating a position change. He placed both women side-by-side on their knees with their faces pressed to the sheets and their full, firm asses jutting up to invite him inside.

 He started with Jen and eased his ready-lubed cock into her hot pussy. He was too excited by his new conquest to be subtle. He plowed straight on in and young Jenny yelped at the sudden expansion of her vaginal walls and the sensation of a freight-train ramming inside her. Beside her, Karen watched hypnotized as Jenny settled in for her fucking. She slipped a hand between her thighs to prepare her own pussy for what she knew and longed for. Michael banged away at his sister's snatch and reached around her to take hold of her sweet tits as they lay smashed against the mattress. He kneaded them roughly and rolled the nipples between his fingers while his hips kept a steady pounding at her backside. After about five minutes of continuous thrusting, he withdrew his sleek, shiny cock from her sore twat and held it deliberately to her mouth. Jenny knew what was "required" of her and wasted no time sucking his swollen member between her soft, pouty lips. "Lick it clean Jen, and put a nice shine on it. I'm gonna fuck your mother next!"

 Both women reached a fever pitch with these coarse words. They could see now that they were truly his sluts. They both desired to be treated as cheap whores and wanted Michael to rape and degrade them. Jen's orgasms tore through her with the obscene knowledge that she was to be used in any fashion that her brother desired. Her pussy was gushing and she was sincerely disappointed and a bit jealous that Mike removed his gigantic cock from her greedy mouth and aimed it at her mother's pink folds. Karen squealed with obvious delight as her master buried his thick tool balls-deep into her waiting gash. 

 Karen was totally under Michael's control and had finally learned how to excite him and thus heighten her own pleasure. "Fuck me hard master. I want that big cock deep inside my filthy cunt. Make me your fuck-toy." She had already lubed her vagina by hand, so it didn't take long for Mike to bring her to the boiling point. "Oh yes master, Fuck me baby! My pussy is yours. My ass is yours. and I want to swallow your hot cum."

 Mike was only too willing to oblige . He shot stream after hot stream into her wanton cunt. He gripped her hips so tight that his finger tips were white and his cock and balls banged so hard against her ass that her entire pelvis would be black and blue for days. Karen shuttered as her orgasms mounted repeatedly. Mike thrust into her as if his cock was chained to her kidneys. After ten minutes of this furious pounding Michael pulled his still-hard cock out of her with a plop and she let out a dejected sigh. He stroked it from stem to stern and placed it right under Jen's nose. He wiped it's cum-soaked tip on her lips and presented it to her like a prize. "Alright Jen, it's blow-job time again. I want you to taste the flavor of your mother's pussy juice on my cock because this time, when I fuck you, I want you to eat-out Karen."

 "No way! Michael I can't do that, I cannot eat my mother's pussy!" She protested. 

 One sharp slap across her ass settled that little outburst. "Suck it bitch. Shine it up good. And don't ever say 'no' to me again. Now polish it up and then lay on top of Karen and bury your tongue into that hot snatch!" Michael was teeming with his self-satisfaction. Jenny sucked him clean and loved that warm tingle she felt in her pussy when her brother took control of her. She slobbered down the length of his rod as he requested, pumping it with both hands and then took his balls in her mouth to bathe them with her tongue. She apprehensively climbed atop her mom's warm, moist body. She felt a now familiar hand at the nape of her neck. Karen's long, delicate fingers had a death-grip on her dark, shaggy mane. "Eat me honey, Spread my pussy lips with your fingers and lick my clit. I like long, slow licks the whole length of my nub. Get me wet sweetie and play with my ass, too. Jam your fingers inside me, I love it. I want to cum all over your beautiful face." Karen was not acting.

 As Jen worked on her mother's vagina and asshole, Michael worked on her. He plunged his cock into her taut, tiny twat. While he plowed away, with Jen consumed in her cunnilingus, Mike lubed a couple fingers and delved into Jenny's virginal back door. He saw her head buck and her back arch-up only once and then she resumed her ministrations. Mike was sure now, that it was just a matter of time until he would be sodomizing another woman in the family. 

 The women moaned and wriggled as two tongues and two sets of hands pleasured each others pussies. Though a first time for both, they were so eager and anxious to explore, that their orgasms rushed and crashed many times over. 

 Michael's surging climax was certain to be his best and strongest ever. He tugged his pole out of Jen's cunt and yanked both women to their knees. "Now my bitches, I want you both to open your mouths and squeeze your big tits together, hurry!" 

 Two seconds later he shot a warm, stringy load on to each of them. He pumped his cock like a shotgun, and long, thick streams of goo splattered on to their tits and faces. Both girls strained to lick at the milky mess running down their cheeks. It poured forth like a firehose. Jen and Karen were drenched in cum. Long strands hung from chins and nipples. Puddles formed in their laps and ran between their thighs and into their dark, curly pubic hairs. Michael was exultant, "I want you two to hug each other and smash your tits together. That's good. Rub that spunk all over your tits and circle those nips. Now lick the cum off each other's boobs and get every drop. My jizz is too good to waste. 

 I'm gonna take a nap and rest-up. When you're done, you two sex-slaves hit the shower and freshen up. Then join me in bed, this day has just begun."

 end of ch.5 

 Stay tuned, the girls will discover toys and costumes. 



Man of the House Ch. 05



"Mm, Cory." I looked and saw her eyes closed and her hands were gripping the blanket tightly on either side of her hips. After a moment she opened her eyes and with a slight smirk she pointed her toe and rubbed my crotch with it.

I gasped in surprised pleasure, which brought a giggle from her. Just then a voice came over the speaker system, startling both of us before causing us both to laugh, as if we had been caught doing something we knew we shouldn't be. "All right, all right," the local DJ said, "if you want to get a snack before the movie starts, now's the time to do it. Our Summer movie in the Park will begin in just five more minutes. The vendors on the patio will be open during the movie, but the big lights are going out when the movie starts. Thanks for coming out tonight and we hope you enjoy your movie in the park, brought to you by Coca-Cola and Hits 99!" Before he even finished speaking, the remixed version of "Walk This Way" by Aerosmith and Run DMC started playing.

"You want anything, baby?" Vanessa asked.

"Nothing that can't wait for the lights to go out," I said with a smile.

"I see," she said, rubbing her foot along my now established erection. "Well, why don't you loosen your tie so you can relax?"

I loosened the knot as I asked, "And why don't you take off your dress so you can?" She just gave me a disapproving look, followed by a half-smile and shake of her head.

We flirted and talked back and forth for the next few minutes and I was praying as people walked past that they wouldn't choose a spot nearby. Fortunately most of them had children and wanted to find a spot closer to center or closer to the screen. Mom had chosen well. We were somewhat isolated, although there were plenty of people around and close-by. There was no one to our left and we were at least 20 feet from the people to the front or right of us, and no one was behind us.

Just as he had announced, the lights went out in five minutes, bringing a surprised and excited reaction from the crowd. At the same time, the screen illuminated and began playing advertisements from the sponsors, but no movie previews, so the feature began quickly.

I had seen only a handful of classic movies, but I quickly found myself enjoying this one. I was caught up in a dance number with Gene Kelly, Debbie Reynolds and Donald O'Connor, laughing with the crowd when I felt a tap on my right bicep. Looking down I saw a glass of red wine hovering at my arm, my mother having poured two glasses and also having set out some fresh fruit slices without my noticing. I took the glass from her with a smile and took a sip. She focused on the movie after picking up a kiwi slice and biting it off.

For the first half-hour of the movie we watched in relative silence, responding with laughter or singing with the crowd. When my glass was empty for a second time, Vanessa took it from me and placed it in the cooler, moving the cooler and the plastic bowl of fruit, which she had covered, off to the side of the blanket.

I immediately found her lying on her side with her head in my lap. My feet were stretched out in front of me and I propped myself back on my arms. I couldn't help myself and gently stroked mom's hair as we watched the film in silence. Everyone in the park was enraptured by the music and dancing on the screen, which was good for me.

Mom smoothly put her hand under her head like she would if she were lying on a pillow, but instead she squeezed my soft shaft in her hand. Obviously it didn't stay soft for long.

As I grew, her hand gripped me more firmly more frequently. Soon enough, she lifted her head a little, without a word, and found the zipper pull, unzipping my pants and sliding her hand inside. Finding the fly to my boxers, she pulled me out into the cooler air, and lay her cheek back on the underside of my shaft, moaning as she did so. I moaned a little and sighed at her touch.

I looked around to see if there were any cops or security around and there weren't. Then I remembered I was at a family movie night so they probably wouldn't staff it like they would a festival or concert. I kept an eye out though, reacting to anyone who got even remotely close. That happened exactly twice in thirty minutes. The buildup was slow. Agonizingly slow. Knowing I couldn't do what I wanted was frustrating, but at least I knew what was going to happen when we got home. Or at least I hoped I did.

Mom giggled as my phone vibrated in my pocket, tickling her ear. She must have known we were near the end of the movie because she told me to tuck myself in as she sat up. I fished my phone out of my front pocket and it was a text from Erin.

"Where r u?"

I showed it to mom before replying, "In the park. At a movie."

"K. Still on ur date? ;)"

"Yep."

"Am I with u tonite?"

I showed it to mom. She shook her head no and winked at me. I smiled back.

"Not tonite. Tomorrow."

"Ok. :( Tomorrow."

"I promise."

"U better. Nite."

"Nite."

"So," I said, turning to mom. "Does that mean we will continue our date at home?"

"I certainly wasn't getting you worked up for your sister." She leaned in closer. "I want you all to myself tonight." She grabbed her shoes and started putting them back on and I tried to settle myself so my erection would flag at least a little bit. After buckling her straps, she said, "Okay, help me up."

I stood and helped her up by both hands. She thanked me and stood back a little as I moved the cooler and folded the blanket. The final credits began to roll as we were halfway up the steps of the patio and were getting into the car as the crowd caught up, which put us at the front of the line to drive home.

As we exited the park and made our way to the interstate, Vanessa spoke. "Thanks for the date tonight, Cory." She was clearly, but mildly, seductive in her tone. "Are we going to go out again?"

"That depends. Would you consider going on another date with me, Vanessa?" I played along.

"I would like that. Very much."

"Me, too." I cleared my throat and acted nervous. I was accelerating up the ramp to the interstate and merged into the light traffic before saying, "But, I have something to tell you."

"Go on," she said somewhat hesitantly.

"I'm kind of seeing someone else. Someone...younger." I looked at her briefly before turning back to the road. She looked down at her hands in her lap.

"I see," she said. "And you can't go out with me while you're with her."

"Well, I don't know. She already knows we're on a date and she's cool with it. I just didn't want you to be upset if you found out later."

"So she already knows about me, and she's fine with that?" She had a smirk on her face.

"Yeah. In fact she has seen you before and thinks you're hot."

"She does, huh?"

"Oh, yeah. And I think she'd be willing to...you know...join us...sometime."

"Mm. A threesome?"

"Does that freak you out?"

"Not at all. In fact, I think it would be fun. We should set that up."

"Oh, god, Vanessa, that would be so hot."

She reached over and stroked me a little through my pants. "I can tell you like the thought of that. How about tonight we just spend some time alone together and we'll bring in...wait. What's her name?"

"Erin."

"Erin. Tonight we'll be alone together and we'll bring Erin in soon enough."

I inhaled sharply as her thumb grazed over the underside of my head firmly. She laughed a little and sat back up in her seat, facing forward. I glanced over and saw a gentle smile on her still-pink lips.

The rest of the ride home was short and uneventful. Not that it needed to be eventful, because I had plenty of things in my head that I pictured would happen at home. As I pulled into the driveway, I hit the button to open the garage and butterflies suddenly cut loose in my stomach. "Now what?" I thought. "Is this mom again or Vanessa? Do I still play on or revert back to this afternoon?"

I put the car in park and walked around to help mom out the car. "Don't forget the cooler and blanket, Cory," she said. I closed her door and walked around to the trunk to retrieve the cooler and blanket and when I closed the trunk I was surprised to find her still standing there. She smiled warmly at me.

When I approached her, she again hooked her hand through my arm and I walked her to the door, pressing the button to close the garage door before turning the knob. I helped her up the single step into the kitchen and was surprised to find the house mostly dark except for the single lamp in the living room which was always left on when someone was still out.

"Again, thank you for a wonderful evening, Cory. Would you like to stay for a drink?"

Ah, good. Vanessa.

"Sure. I'd love one."

"More wine okay, or would you like a beer? Or something harder, perhaps?"

"Um, a beer would be good. Thank you."

Fortunately my parents liked good hearty beers rather than that cheap watered down shit. I took a seat on the couch and watched her open two bottles before opening the freezer and pulling two ale glasses from the freezer. Holy shit, I thought, she frosted glasses?

"Frosted glasses, huh? Wow, Vanessa, you know how to treat a guy right." She smiled a little.

"Well, I think a man should be treated right." She started walking toward me with two full glasses of beer. "Especially when he treats a woman right." She handed me one glass and sat next to me on the couch, facing me. She tucked both feet under her and rested her arm on the back of the couch.

I took a sip of my beer and she followed suit. "Mmm," she said. "This is good."

I agreed. "It is good. Thank you."

"So, Cory," she said, brushing my hair above my ear, "I really enjoyed my evening with you, and I hate to see it end so soon. Do you have a little more time to spend with me?"

"I have all kinds of time to spend with you. In fact, I hate to leave."

"Then don't." She reached across me to place her beer on the end table. "I want you to spend the night with me." She kissed me gently and I opened one eye to be able to place my beer on the table before closing it back and embracing her as our tongues began to dance. Finally! This is what I had been waiting for all night.

"Vanessa. I've wanted this all night. You are so beautiful and sexy. I've had a hard time keeping my hands off you tonight."

"It's a good thing you did or I might have gotten arrested for indecent exposure. I don't know that I would have been able to control myself. When I saw your cock at the movie, I wanted so badly to pull you into the woods and either suck you or fuck you." 

With that, I lost a little more control and pulled her up into my lap, causing her to squeal a little and laugh before quickly straddling me and resuming our kiss. Now our tongues were more frantic, as were our hands. Her hands were in my hair and mine were grabbing her ass through her dress. God, I love her ass.

It wasn't long before she was grinding a little bit and I had pulled her skirt up a little to squeeze her ass through her pantyhose. From this angle she was a little taller than me and my head was back as we kissed, with her looking down on me. I couldn't help myself and as I squeezed her ass, I pulled a little bit at the nylon of her pantyhose and I pinched a little bit of it to pull it away from her skin.

Grabbing some in both hands, I pulled out to the sides and easily enough it ripped right at the seam. She squealed a little and gave me a mean look, but that quickly faded to a smile when I shrugged at her. A moment later my hands were on the bare skin of her ass, her thong, as yet unseen, separating the two soft and magnificent globes. She moaned at the touch of my hands on her bare skin.

"A thong, Vanessa?" I asked into her neck as I kissed my way down to her still-covered breasts.

"Even though I'm old enough to be your mother, it still makes me feel sexy." Her hands were on my shoulders as she continued to grind against my stomach, breathing heavily.

"You're not old. I have a feeling you're just sexually confident. And I like that in a woman."

"Oh, really? How's this for confidence?" She slid off my lap, kept her skirt pulled up, and turned around to face away from me. Sticking her ass out, she pulled the pantyhose further apart, and then ripped them toward the front as well. 

People always asked me why I carried a small pocket knife with me everywhere and it was just something that my father had always had and said it was a good idea because you never knew when it may come in handy. And this looked like one of those times. Pulling my knife from my pocket, I flipped out the short narrow blade and called out her "name".

Vanessa turned around to look at me over her shoulder, gave me a wry smile and backed up a step, allowing me to grasp the waist of her ruined hose. With a single pull, the knife sliced through the rolled band of nylon, breaking it free. Vanessa bent over at the waist, showing me her mound of black fabric that narrowed into a thin strip, exposing the edges of her rosebud, as the strip ran from her covered pussy to the narrow waistband of her panties. She had bent over to unfasten her sandals, but I hadn't noticed as I was focused on the sight directly before me.

It wasn't until she stood upright again and kicked her shoes to the side, making her a couple of inches shorter, that I realized what she had done. I set my knife on the end table beside the beers and reached for her now exposed creamy skin. I didn't even have to pull hard because she was on her way back to sit on my lap. I put one arm around her waist as she sat and with the other hand I pulled the loose nylon down over her feet and dropped it on the floor.

"You are so sexy, mom."

"Vanessa" she corrected.

"Whatever. I can't get enough of either one of you." She moaned as my fingers stroked the smooth satin of her panties that covered her mound. She was warm and moist and I was beginning to smell her desire. I was finally aching to be free from these damned boxers and chinos. I let go of her pussy to adjust myself for comfort.

"Aww. I'm sorry. Are you getting hard for me again?" she smiled. "Do you want me to take care of that for you, baby?"

"Fuck, yes."

"Ooh, such language."

"Sorry, mo...Vanessa."

"Don't apologize. I'm sure I'll be throwing out much more of that soon enough." She slid off my lap and down onto her knees between my legs. "Besides, I started something earlier and I hate to leave work unfinished." She began unzipping my pants and as she reached her hand into the fly, she said, "You're not drinking your beer." And she smiled.

I smiled back and reached for my beer. As I took a long drag of her hospitality, she released me from my cotton prison. "Oh, there you are. I've missed you." She sat back on her heels and let go of me, putting her finger on her chin. "I can't decide if I should suck you off through your fly or if I should pull your pants down so I can lick your balls, too."

"Oh, fuck" I breathed.

"Okay," she laughed. "That answers that." She unbuckled my belt and pulled my pants and boxers off together, working my dick back through the fly of my underwear to keep from hurting me, and pulled them down to my knees. Pulling my shoes off without untying them, and then my socks, she slid my pants easily off and tossed them to the side with her torn stockings.

She grabbed me again at the base with one hand and with the other she cupped my balls. Looking me in the eye as she lowered her head she reminded me to drink my beer before engulfing me until her lips met her hand. I just about choked, but it appeared she didn't have the same problem. She moaned around me and her tongue lashed me as I was enveloped in her moist warmth. Pulling back she smiled and reached for her own beer. She took a mouthful and drank it down before quickly plunging down onto me again, her beer still in hand.

I was shocked at the cold, but not uncomfortably so. In fact it felt amazing. She repeated the process, taking a drink and sucking for a few strokes and then doing it again. I began to stay consistently tense and I was throbbing, as hard as I had ever been. She knew this and put her beer back on the table.

Stroking me with one hand, she brought her other hand up to begin unbuttoning my shirt (as far as she could reach, anyway) while licking and sucking on my balls. I took over the unbuttoning as she stroked my thigh with her now-free hand. Alternating between licking my balls, sucking me deep and shallow, and licking my shaft, she was bringing me close to the edge.

My breathing increased and she stopped and squeezed the base of my shaft, her thumb pressed hard against the underside, pinching me closed.

"Nope. Not yet." After a few seconds of watching me be disappointed and finally settling down, she sat back on her heels and drank some more beer. After a minute of not saying anything, she put her beer down and ran both hands up my thighs before gripping my thighs at the top and lowering her head straight down, taking me all the way in one long slow stroke until her lips touched my groin.

"OH, DAMN!" I belted. She didn't even flinch.

I made sure to put my beer down because I knew I'd spill what was left, and I grabbed the arm of the couch in a death grip. Vanessa's tongue came out to lick my balls while I stayed buried. After a moment, she raised back up, sucking most of the moisture off of my shaft as she did so. She returned to alternately licking and sucking on my sac while she stroked my shaft, running her thumb over the tip on each pass. With each graze of her thumb, she sent a bolt of electricity right through me, causing me to flinch on each pass. My sphincter tightened up and I began to feel my orgasm build again. I involuntarily thrust up at her hand before she sat back and again squeezed my shaft.

"I don't think so," she giggled.

"Aw, you're killing me here," I moaned.

"What do you say we shift focus for a little while, then?" 

"Don't do that to me. Let me finish out."

She stood while I was talking and reached back to unzip her dress before letting it fall. She was wearing a black bra that matched her panties, and I got to see her in only her underwear finally.

"God, you're beautiful."

"So do you want me dressed like this or completely undressed?"

"I can't decide. I'm already about to blow my load..."

"We'll get back to that in a minute. Tell you what, I'll make the decision for you." With that she unhooked the front clasp of her bra with a quick flip of her finger and thumb and it popped out to both sides before she shrugged it off her shoulders and onto the floor.

"I like that. Your tits are amazing."

"Yeah?" she asked, her hand on her hip and popping her hip out to the side.

"Yeah."

Turning around, she said, "How about my ass? Do you like my ass?"

"I love your ass! Bring it to me."

She backed up and I again grabbed it, but this time I moved my hands to her hips and buried my face in the crack.

"OH!" She yelped, then quickly began moaning as she pushed back against my face. My tongue worked down along the fabric and I reached as far forward as I could with my tongue, bringing more moans and sighs. Her hand pressed into the back of my head, driving me further into her. After a minute of enjoying her taste and scent, I backed away and pushed her forward.

I stripped off my shirt and tie in a flash and lay on the floor beside the couch. "Come here, Vanessa," I said. "Take off your panties and sit on my face. I want to taste you."

"Oh, god, yeah," she whispered as she shoved her panties down her legs. She quickly stepped on either side of my head and squatted down over my face before dropping her knees to the floor. As she spread her legs further apart, her pussy grazed my lips and she groaned as I got my first clean taste of her tonight.




Man of the House Ch. 05



She was more than ready. Grabbing her own breasts as I ate her, she looked down at me with a look of sheer passion. I immediately tasted her arousal. It was familiar to me now. And judging by the musky scent in her hair, she had been ready for quite a while, probably hours. I was still throbbing, but didn't dare touch myself. As I ate, I ran my hands up her sides and grabbed her tits, pushing her hands away. She put her hands on mine and guided me to squeeze or to pull as she desired. Her hips involuntarily flinched on my lips in staccato arrhythmic jolts as her own pleasure broke free of her control.

She began to whimper and grabbed a tuft of hair on the top of my scalp as she finally let go of her orgasm. She dropped right over the edge, biting her lips as she came, keeping virtually silent. After a moment she relaxed and let out a puff of air, letting go of my hair.

"Oh, my god," she panted. "I needed that so badly."

"Me, too," I said, stroking her thighs as she rose up little. "I love how you taste."

"Good. Now let me give you some more attention." Lifting her knee over my head, she turned around before straddling me again, this time facing my feet. "Don't let me cool off, baby."

"Not a chance." I stroked along her waist and back before bringing my hands back to cup her beautiful globes. She moaned a little as I stroked her before I felt her breath on the head of my cock. A moment later she took me into her mouth, changing speed, direction, depth, and technique as I worked to bring her pleasure with my own mouth.

She would occasionally stop briefly, squeezing me at the base or just under the head, to prevent an orgasm, whether it was impending or not, but I think also just to focus on the pleasure she was getting from me. Within a couple of minutes, I was again greeted with a squeal and her clenching flower, her hips driving her into my tongue and chin to chase and ultimately to catch her own orgasm.

Collapsing onto my chest, she gingerly stroked my still rock-hard erection. "Wow," she breathed. "That was better than the first one."

"Vanessa," I said. "I really need to be inside you right now. Like, REALLY need to."

"I really need that, too," she breathed, still a little out of breath from her last release. Rising up again, she again lifted her knee over my head and turned around to straddle my waist. "Is this okay?" She asked. "Is it all right if I ride you?"

I pulled her down on top of me and kissed her deeply. We continued to kiss, our tongues grazing lightly yet passionately as my hands grasped her globes, squeezing and caressing them. She began to curl her hips under her, grazing her clit on my stomach before pressing back toward my groin again. After just a couple of strokes like this, I curled my own hips forward and let the head of my penis bump into whatever skin was available. 

Unsurprisingly, Vanessa sat up and immediately sank onto my shaft, burying me all the way into her willing cunt.

"Mm, fuck, Cory. You're so hard," she whined.

"You are so fucking wet, Vanessa."

"Call me mom, baby. Fuck your momma the way she wants you to."

"Sure thing, mom. Do you like fucking your son's cock?" 

She picked up the pace as she raised and lowered, calling out, "Yes, I do. I love fucking my son's big hard cock. I love feeling you throb in my pussy." She was practically dropping onto me, forcing herself down with intense force, causing the backs of her thighs to make a slapping sound on my skin. I could only imagine her ass rippling as she landed and it turned me on to visualize it.

"Shit, mom, you feel so good. I can't believe how good of a fuck you are."

"We're just getting started, baby. Wait till we get going! I've got all kinds of tricks up my sleeve, so to speak."

"I'm sorry, mom" She never stopped riding me, "but dad was a dumbass not to want you."

"That's okay, hon. That just leaves more for you and Erin." She leaned down and pressed her tits into my chest. "And you can have all you want." I couldn't resist her if I wanted to, so I returned her kiss with as much ardor as she offered it. My hands gripped her and pulled her ass apart as I grasped with unyielding passion.

Dropping my head back onto the carpet, I drove up into her, practically throwing her off of me. She squealed in surprise and pleasure, rising up on her knees just a little so I could control the speed and depth of my thrusts. I pounded up into her for all I was worth and knew I wouldn't have the physical endurance to keep it up, or the sexual endurance to hold off my orgasm for very long.

"Fuck, son!" she grunted. "You're making momma cum again."

"I'm cumming, too, mom!"

"Go on, baby! Fill me up," she panted as I pounded the words out of her. She planted herself down fully onto me and gripped me with her pussy. She tightened right up around my shaft down at the base and moaned as I released my own blast into her. Her eyes were pinched shut and she bit her lips as she clamped down.

My orgasm was huge. She had built me up for the last couple of hours and despite the loads she had drawn from me earlier in the day, tonight's release shot off like a rocket, a short series of long, intense streams splashed against the wet pink of my mother's cunt. I could only imagine how much came out, and I imagined quite a bit.

I dropped back onto the carpet and Vanessa sat up on my groin, covered in a sheen of sweat and panting heavily. Resting her hands in front of her on my stomach, she smiled at me before brushing her hair back with one hand.

"So," I panted, "Would you like to go out again?" I smiled at her and got a laugh in return, causing her breasts to bounce lightly.

"I think I'd like that."

A moment later we heard the creak of that one stair and I looked at mom. "Erin."

"Erin," she smiled. The footsteps upstairs moved down the hall and back over our heads toward Erin's room.

"So," asked Vanessa. "When can I meet her?"

"Well, if I'm spending the night, I'm sure I could arrange a meeting tomorrow."

"Sounds good." She leaned down and whispered in my ear. "I haven't had pussy in years. I think it's about time." She sat up and rolled off me as I lay there in shock. Did my mom just say she wanted to eat my sister's pussy? 

I looked over and mom was getting up off the floor with her hand cupped between her legs. "I don't want to leak on the carpet. Stay here and I'll come back and clean you up in a minute." My cock was still slightly hard, but the air was cool on our mixed fluids. A couple of minutes later mom walked around the hall corner, still naked and carrying a wet dark blue wash cloth. She knelt beside me and began cleaning me gently with the warm cotton. When she was finished, she stood again and helped me off the floor. "Come on," she said. "Let's go to bed."

I stooped down and picked up our pile of clothes off the floor and followed mom up the stairs. As we entered her room, she told me to just drop the clothes on the floor at the foot of the bed and she would get to them tomorrow. She never stopped walking as she headed to the bathroom and turned on the shower. Closing the door without entering, she headed to the sink and picked up her toothbrush, looking at me in the mirror.

"I'm going to clean up and get in bed, too."

"No, don't. You're staying with me tonight, right? Just go brush your teeth and come back in here with me."

Good. I hadn't misunderstood earlier, but I didn't want to be presumptuous. I went to my bathroom and brushed my teeth before returning a few minutes later to see mom already in her shower. I closed her bedroom door and joined her in the shower. We didn't say a word to each other and we quickly cleaned ourselves up before drying off. Mom brushed her hair while I just shook mine out. Even with the curls, my hair never really tangled much. And I would be showering again in the morning and would deal with it then anyway.

Following mom over, I watched her walk to one side of the bed and I began to go to the other, but she stopped me. "You know what? That used to be your father's side. I've been alone for a long time and don't have a preference anymore. I don't want you on that side. Come over here." She crawled to the center of her king bed, pointing her ass and pussy at me as she did, and I sat down on the side of the bed I had been assigned.

When I lay down, mom pressed up against me and I put my arm around her as she lay her head on my chest. Draping her leg over my thigh and her arm over my waist, she sighed contentedly. "This is better, Cory." She idly played with my chest hair, sparse as it was, and settled into gentle rhythmic breathing. It wasn't long before her hand stopped moving and I assumed she was asleep.

I lay there thinking about the day, our date, and mom's invitation into her bed. Was I replacing dad at all, or was this simply sex and companionship? She said she wasn't interested in dating or remarrying and that I was free to date and marry one day. I began to wonder if and how I could break this off with mom if I ever needed to. As my mind bounced around the flood of issues and imagined conversations, I drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up I was facing the opposite way and I heard the shower running. It was light out and the sun was coming in stripes through the two-inch window blinds, creating a ladder of light on the carpet. I had my typical morning erection and also had to use the bathroom, so I passed the shower to enter the water closet and my mom called out to me.

"Good morning, Cory."

"Morning," I replied flatly. After doing my business, I washed my hands and heard the shower door open behind me. I looked in the mirror to see mom's face smiling, her hair dripping wet and slicked back.

"So will I get to meet Erin today?" she asked.

Already in character, I see. "Well, Vanessa, that depends." I turned to face her and propped myself against the counter. "Do you still want to pursue that kind of relationship with her?" I was somewhat nervous, but hid it with a smile, trying to stay in character from our time last night.

"You don't think I'm a tease, do you?" she asked, closing herself in the shower again before reaching for a large conditioner bottle.

"No, definitely not a tease," I offered. "I just didn't know if you felt any differently now that you're not in the heat of the moment. You know, people say a lot of stuff during sex."

"Yeah, I know. But I was serious. I want to meet her." She worked the conditioner into her hair and turned to face the giant glass wall that separated us. "Do you think she'll want me?" There was a hint of teasing in her voice.

I walked toward the glass a few steps. "I think she would love you."

"I wonder what it would be like to taste another woman's pussy on your cock."

"Oh, shit," I muttered, my erection rock solid again.

"Apparently, you'd like to see that, too, huh? Do you want to watch me lick Erin's juices off your cock, baby?"

"Hell, yes!"

"Tell me, Cory." She approached the window and pressed herself against the glass. "Does Erin let you cum inside her?"

"Yes."

"Do you think she would mind if I wanted to eat your cum out of her cunt?"

"God, mom."

"Who?"

"Vanessa. Sorry."

"That's okay. So when do you think I can meet Erin?"

"I may be able to work it out for this morning."

"Hmm," she said, pressing her finger to her chin. "That doesn't leave me much time to get ready."

"As far as I'm concerned, you're ready right now."

"No. I need to dress nicely if I'm going to meet her for the first time. Why don't you go make us some breakfast and then you can call her?"

"Yeah, okay!"

"You'd better get dressed first. I'd hate for you to scare her with that thing," she teased as she pointed at my crotch.

"Good point" I laughed, pointing it at her. "I need to shower up first, though." I took a step toward the shower and she objected.

"Wait. I'm getting out. I don't want to get distracted right now. I have to get ready." She didn't even turn off the water, but grabbed her towel when she stepped out and gave my boner a quick squeeze. I stepped into the shower and quickly rinsed off, soaped up, washed my hair, and rinsed again before shutting off the water and stepping out again. Mom tossed me a towel from the counter so I wouldn't get her carpet wet.

She was putting on some makeup and hadn't done anything to her hair yet, but I needed to get to my room and finish getting ready. I dried and combed my hair, finished getting ready and put on some decent shorts and shirt before heading downstairs with my phone in my hand. Erin's door was open, which meant that she was probably out on a run. Sunday was her long run day, so she was probably doing at least ten miles. I knew she used her phone as her mp3 player and running map, so if I called her, she would hear it and answer.

I took a deep breath and called her up. It wasn't long before I heard her heavy breath as she ran.

"Yeah?"

"Hey, Erin. Got a minute?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Listen, this is going to sound strange, but when you get home I need you to play along with whatever story you hear."

"What?" She obviously stopped running and started walking.

"Last night mom and I were on our date and we...kind of...role-played a little bit, I guess. I didn't feel comfortable calling her mom on a date so I chose the name Vanessa."

"Why Vanessa?" she asked with a confused tone.

"Focus, Erin. Anyway, while we were...you know..."

"Fucking?"

"Okay, while we were fucking, mom started talking as Vanessa about wanting to meet you and bringing you in for a threesome."

"Listen, Cor. I know that our relationship is strange anyway, but we've already had a threesome with mom. What's the big deal?"

"Our threesome has been me fucking mom and me fucking you, with me getting touched by you both. Apart from kissing, you and mom haven't done anything to each other while we're together. It sounds like she wants that to change."

"Really?! Mom is ready to fuck me?"

"I'm not exactly sure what she wants, but it seems that way. But," I emphasized, "I don't want to pressure her and she doesn't need to know about our talk. She told me to call and invite you over, but she didn't say what I could tell you. I'm just giving you a head's up. So if she chickens out from any girl-on-girl stuff, we need to be okay with that. So let her take the lead. Cool?"

"Cool. That may be tough, though. You know how badly I want to taste her."

"I know and that's why I want us to be on the same page if she gets uncomfortable. We have a good thing going here and I don't want to screw it up."

"Yeah, okay. I understand."

"Good. How far away are you?"

"About three miles."

"Okay. I'm making breakfast. Do you want some?"

"Sure, thanks."

"No problem. Love you, Erin."

"I love you, too, Cor. Bye."

"Bye."

Erin was in great shape so she could be home in about twenty-five minutes. Mom should be dressed by then and we could be eating breakfast when Erin came home.

As I thought, mom was downstairs in about fifteen minutes. She was wearing a nice cotton sleeveless button-up white shirt that could be casual or somewhat dressed up, depending on how she accessorized. This morning she was wearing some tight and tiny denim shorts and her shirt was knotted up above her navel, leaving a strip of skin a few inches wide exposed above the waist of her shorts. She didn't even put on any shoes, but opted to go barefoot which made her look even sexier, especially wearing that toe ring.

"Good morning, lover," she said as she approached. "Thanks again for last night." 

I was standing at the counter sliding the scrambled eggs from the skillet into a glass bowl. She reached up to kiss me, placing her arm around my waist. After a quick kiss, I replied, "No. Thank you. I had a great time." I patted her ass and she smiled at me before turning to take her seat at the table.

"Did you call Erin?" she asked, taking a bite of bacon.

"I did. She's out on a run and she'll be here in about ten or fifteen more minutes."

"So tell me about her. What's she like?"

"Well, she's funny and beautiful, athletic. She plays soccer and swims. Blonde hair, brown eyes, small tits, lean frame. GREAT ass."

"Mmm, sounds good." Another bite of bacon. "How long have you two been together?"

"By 'together' you mean..."

"Sexually."

"Oh. Ummm...a couple of months maybe."

"So you know what each other like then."

"I guess so, yeah. In some ways, I think."

She leaned in close to me as I sat down next to her, placing the bowl of eggs on the table. "Do you think I can make her happy?" I felt a hand on my thigh, working its way up the leg of my shorts.

I leaned close to her and responded in a low voice, "I think you can make her very happy." I kissed her on the lips and her tongue grazed along my upper lip before she backed away with a smile.

Not a moment later I heard the front door open and slam closed. Erin was singing to whoever that was in her earbuds and mom and I looked at each other, laughing a little as Erin continued down the narrow hallway.

Rounding the corner, Erin saw us and stopped in her tracks, ceasing her accompaniment to the song in her head. She looked a little embarrassed and smiled a little while removing the earbuds from her ears. "I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't know anyone was in here."

I stood up to greet her. "It's okay. I wanted you two to meet anyway. Erin," I motioned to mom. "This is Vanessa. She and I had dinner last night."

"Hi, Vanessa. I'm Erin," she smiled. "I would shake your hand, but I'm a mess."

"Hi, Erin. It's fine; I understand. Would you like to join us for breakfast? Cory made plenty."

"Um." Erin looked at me as if looking for permission.

"Please."

"Yeah, sure," she said. "Just let me go clean up real quick and I'll be right down. Don't wait for me."

"Don't worry. I won't," I teased.

Erin smiled before walking quickly across the kitchen and rounding the corner to go upstairs.

"You're right, Cory. She's beautiful." Jumping out of character mom pressed, "So what did you tell her? Why did she call me Vanessa?" She smiled a crooked smile as she asked.

"I told her that we had done a little role play and that your name was Vanessa, so when she met you, she needed to go along with it." I shrugged. "That's pretty much it."

"Uh huh." She eyed me suspiciously, raising her chin.

"Eat your eggs, Vanessa. You don't want them to get cold." I piled a couple of scoops of eggs onto her plate before holding the plate of bacon for her while she picked up two more pieces.

She softened when I pulled her back into character. Picking up her fork, she eyed me sideways with her crooked smile, telling me she knew more than I had told her. She diverted her attention to her breakfast and we ate in relative silence for a few minutes, only making commentary about the quality of our meal.

"Cory," mom asked, jumping back out of character again. "Did I freak you out when I asked about Erin or told you about wanting to get involved with her?"

"What? No, mom. No."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. Why?"

"I know this may sound stupid, but I don't want you thinking any less of me for...wanting to be with another woman."

"I don't, mom. Don't worry about that. You know, I wasn't really prepared for you to say it last night, but you hinted at it in your stories and you and Erin already told me about masturbating together. So it's not really a surprise. In fact, I think it's kind of hot. I mean you're both beautiful, I know Erin already has a girlfriend, you mentioned something about being with someone in college, so no, I'm not freaked out." I took a bite of my bacon, but almost choked on it when mom spoke.

"Erin has a girlfriend?"

SHIT! "What?" I pretended like I didn't hear her, but I needed to develop a reasonable response.




Man of the House Ch. 06



Cory groaned at the thought of working so many hours this week, reaching over to slap the cheap digital alarm clock. Shit, he thought, even the sun is too tired to get up yet. Apart from the glowing red numbers on his clock and the white light that slowly faded on and off on the MacBook on his desk, his room was still entirely dark. 

Sure the money will be nice, but the hours were going to kill him. Cory's work at the warehouse had allowed for some natural benefits. He was in great shape, got to wear jeans and t-shirts instead of a cheap polyester fast food uniform, and worked mostly early mornings so he could still go to class and be home at a decent time. His boss was pretty decent, too, leaving the guys in the warehouse to load and unload freight and to set the truck routes based on the day's deliveries. He said Cory had showed some strong leadership skills and had earned the respect of the guys on the floor as well as those in the administrative office. As a result, when a globally-recognized delivery company had a strike of the drivers asking for higher wages, the little local delivery company was swamped, more than tripling in business. Those at the top passed on to the loaders and drivers that they could work as many hours as they wanted until the strike was over.

It had been two weeks so far and Cory and his crew had been going in at eleven o'clock at night and staying until four in the afternoon, Sunday night through Friday. Saturdays they would go in early morning and stay through lunch since the trucks didn't run, and would load the trucks to clear the floor for the inevitable onslaught that would arrive late night Sunday. As a result, Cory's paycheck was considerably larger than he had ever had, but his body was also considerably more worn down that it had ever been.

His mom and sister have been very understanding these last two weeks, respecting Cory's work ethic and drive, and making sure he was well-fed and rested. He hated the hiatus from sex that he has had to take, but his body just wasn't functioning the way it normally would. He actually fell asleep during a blowjob from his sister last week! His erection quality had also diminished during this time, even though his desire had not waned in the least.

A few times he tried sleeping in the bed with his mother or sister or both, but he also felt obligated to engage in sex with them if he did that. Unfortunately he didn't have the energy to do it. Last week he was jarred awake by a kick to the face, followed by a laughing apology by his mom. Apparently her splayed legs tensed up at the orgasm brought on by Erin's skill with her tongue and Marco the Wonder Vibe, and when she came she kicked Cory squarely in the jaw. It was at that point that Cory decided he should probably sleep in his own bed until things returned to normal.

It was a little past noon Saturday when Cory burst into the kitchen. 

"Strike's over!" he announced to his mom as soon as he saw her wiping glass cleaner off the sliding glass door, her taut ass in cut off jean shorts and a red tank top hugging her figure. To Cory's disappointment, she didn't even respond. At all. As in, she didn't even recognize his existence. As she turned to clean against the door handle, he understood, seeing the white cable from her ear buds swing away from her torso before disappearing into her front pocket.

Cory snuck up behind her and picked her up from behind, his arms tight around her waist as she squealed in surprise, her bare feet kicking out in front of her. He spun her around twice before setting her down on the carpet and turned her to face him. She laughed and hit him in the chest as she pulled one ear bud out, the muted sound of music flowing from the ear piece.

"You little shit," she laughed. "You scared me to death!"

"I would apologize, but..." he just shrugged with a smile.

"I know, I know. You enjoy scaring your poor old mother."

"What?!" he exclaimed. "We're poor?!"

She laughed again and threw her cleaning cloth at his face. She turned to walk to the kitchen, pulling her ear buds out as Cory picked up the cloth from the carpet. 

"I've got great news," he said as he stood back up.

"Yeah?" she asked, opening the refrigerator and pulling out two sodas.

"Yeah. The strike's over!"

"It is?! I'm so glad. Now you can get some rest!"

"We'll still be working some long hours for a couple of weeks as we catch up, but Dan said we aren't coming in on weekends any more and we are only staying midnight to noon." He opened the soda on the counter and took a sip as his mother poured hers in a glass.

"I'm so proud of you, Cor. You've been working so hard the last couple of weeks and I know you're exhausted, but you haven't called in once or complained about it. It just proves that you've grown into the wonderful young man I already knew you were." She sighed as she looked at him for a second before shaking her head and looking down to pour more soda into her glass. While she poured, her free hand came up and wiped at her eye.

Cory came around the counter and stood next to her. "Mom? What's wrong?"

"Nothing," she laughed, keeping her head down. "I feel like such an idiot."

"Come on, mom, don't say that. Tell me what's the matter." She looked up at him, her eyes a little red and filled with tears. "I just can't describe how proud I am of you. I know that you grew up watching all kinds of stuff no child should see, and hearing things no child should hear, and I've always worried about what that would do to you. But I look at you and you're in school doing well, working hard at a job I know you don't particularly enjoy, and taking care of your divorced mom and little sister. You don't do any drugs, don't have an arrest record, and aren't constantly angry. You defy the odds, Cory, you really do."

Cory pulled her close and held her to himself, her ear against his heart. "Listen, mom. I'm only as decent as I am because of you. You have always loved me and taken care of me. You have encouraged me to chase my dreams and have supported me in everything I've ever done. Remember when I wanted that old Nissan Troy was selling? You didn't try to talk me out of it or guilt trip me. You said you didn't think it was a good investment and it would need a lot of work, but since it was all I could afford, you would help me out with the repairs."

She laughed at his memory. "I remember you pulling into the driveway followed by a big cloud of blue smoke, but when you got out you had the biggest smile on your face."

"Yeah, that car was a piece of shit," he laughed, "But with your help and Mark's dad helping me fix it, I got it to last through high school." Cory's voice turned serious. "Dad called me an idiot for wanting that car. Every time I needed to work on it, he reminded me of what an ass I was, calling my car 'turd on wheels' or 'the shitmobile'." Cory took a deep breath before continuing on. "But not you, mom. When you saw me working on it, you would bring me a drink and ask how it was going. You would even make a run to the parts store to get oil or parts when I called them in. And that's just one area of my life where you sacrificed for me. I can't even count them all. I love you so much, mom, you don't even know." Cory sighed and pushed her away from his chest before plopping down on the bar stool. 

"I do know, baby. I've always known. You and Erin have always made me proud, and I've never doubted how you feel about me, and I don't have the words to describe the love I have for you, too, honey. I really don't." She looked into his eyes and stroked his cheek.

Cory looked tired as he looked into his mother's eyes. He had a slight smile, displaying his gratitude at her confession, but the fire was gone.

"Oh, honey, you're exhausted, huh?"

"Yeah."

"So you're not going in tomorrow then?"

"No, not until Monday night." "Tell you what. You go get in bed and sleep until you're rested. When you wake up I'll make you something to eat, whether that's dinner tonight or lunch tomorrow. I'll let Erin know not to disturb you."

"Thanks, mom. I love you."

"I love you, too, baby." She reached up and kissed him on the lips before watching him drag himself around the corner and hearing him shuffle up the stairs. She rinsed out the soda cans and threw them into the recycle bin in the garage before placing her glass in the dishwasher. As she was putting her ear buds in, she had an idea and a smile came to her face. She returned to her play list and as the first song began to play, she picked up the message pad off the counter and began to write. Before the first song was finished she was spraying the kitchen table with lemon scented wood polish with the bounce back in her step.

It was right at 2 a.m. when Cory woke up to a dark room, this time to a cramp in his stomach rather than a buzzing alarm clock. He was starving. He had not eaten anything other than a bowl of cereal for breakfast, but that was twenty hours ago. He rolled out of bed, threw on a pair of shorts and walked to the bathroom, finding the rest of the house to be just as dark as his room. The small indigo nightlight in the bathroom and in the hallway provided just enough light to find his way around and he was able to make it all the way to the refrigerator without turning on any lights. Blinded by the refrigerator light, his eyes took a moment to adjust, but he was quickly able to find what he wanted. On the center of the shelf just below eye level was a plate covered in foil, the leftover oven-baked barbecue chicken his mother and sister had made for supper. 

Removing the plate from the shelf, he set it on the counter by the sink and switched on the sink light. The light cast a soft glow over the kitchen, leaving the far wall and corners dark. Cory grabbed a plate from the cupboard and put two pieces of chicken, some beans and mashed potatoes on the plate, and put the plate in the microwave. He opened another can of soda while his dinner reheated, and put the remaining food back into the refrigerator.

Sitting at the counter on one of the bar stools, Cory took a bite of his chicken, relishing the sweet flavor of mom's homemade sauce as he engulfed a spoonful of beans. It was when he reached for his glass that he saw the message pad on the counter. Sliding it toward himself, he read the message and couldn't help but smile.

"Cory, Vanessa called. She said to tell you she missed you. Mom"

Mmm, Vanessa. Cory thought of her with a smile while he ate, and was a little surprised to find his body responding. He was finished eating in a few minutes and rinsed his dishes before placing them in the sink. He turned off the sink light and gave his eyes a moment to readjust to the darkness before walking back upstairs. Heading into his room he picked up his phone and made a call.

After ending the call, Cory realized that he was awake and rested enough to seek some much-needed relief. For the first time in a few weeks he hated to be alone in his bed. After a quick rinse with some mouth wash, he quietly opened his sister's door, closing it behind him, and slid into her bed. She moved slightly at the disturbance, but her brother settled in behind her, spooning her while she sighed at his touch. 

When Cory gently ran his hand down her arm to her hip, she let out of puff of air through her nose. "I would know that touch anywhere," she mumbled sleepily.

"Oh yeah?" he whispered. "How would you know that?"

"Because mom doesn't get erections that stab me," muttered the tiny blonde.

"Like this?" he whispered as he pressed forward.

"Mmm, just like that." She pressed her hips back into him. "I've missed you, Cor." She didn't even open her eyes, but appeared to be relaxing into him.

"I've missed you, too." He brought his hand down around her firm cheek and remembered that even when she wore a top, she rarely wore panties. His touch felt her warmth, grazing over the soft outer lips he missed so badly. She moaned at his touch, pressing back again as his finger tips lightly stroked her slowly opening flower. His erection was humming and he was glad he had come into her room naked.

"I love your hands on me, Cor. You make me feel safe."

"Good. I would never do anything to hurt you." He continued to stroke her lips lightly, feeling the moisture begin to make its way out.

"What if I wanted you to?"

"What?" He was confused.

"Hurt me. What if I wanted you to hurt me?" Her voice sounded whiny, pleading.

"Whatever you want, Erin. You know I would do whatever you want."

"I know." She reached back and touched the head of his beast. "You're leaking," she muttered. He felt her thumb smear his own fluids around the knob of his prick before bending it down, running it across the smooth cheek of her ass. He pulled back a little to make it easier and to prevent any pain, and his sister readily placed his erection against her pussy. He slowly pressed forward and withdrew, gliding along her splayed lips as they embraced the top side of his shaft and head.

"God, that feels good, Cory. I haven't had a real dick since this damned strike started. You're cock feels so good on my pussy."

Cory stroked around from her ass, up under her satin night shirt, and cupped her breast, stroking the nipple with his thumb. His sister gasped and moaned quietly, her eyes still closed, only now more from pleasure than sleep. Her hips rolled as he gently thrust, running his length through her labia, apparently bumping her clit as she spasmed on most passes while curling her hips back against him.

Releasing her breast, he slid his hand up further under her shirt until it escaped through the wide neck hole, up her throat, and grabbed her jaw to turn her face toward him firmly. She moaned and spasmed again as he drove his tongue into her mouth, meeting his fever with her own. They kissed for a short time until Cory couldn't bear it any more. He pulled away, leaving his sister panting. As they had kissed, his hand had quickly made its way back down to her clitoris where he had been gently stroking it in circles while his head grazed it on each stroke. Erin's arousal was dripping from his fingers and coating his head and shaft.

As soon as he broke the kiss, he spoke. "I've got good news, Erin," he breathed into her mouth.

"Yeah?" she panted.

"Yeah. Strike's over." As soon as he said it, he pressed the underside of his head as he thrust forward quickly and smoothly, forcing his spear to find the only available path, straight up into his sister's dripping cunt.

"Ohffmmm!" Her gasping words were cut off again by his mouth as he buried himself as far as he could. He didn't move as they kissed and their dance moved from frantic to slow and gentle. Erin began to roll her hips and Cory's hand came down to caress her breast as she drew her knee up and opened herself up a little more. He felt her fingertips rhythmically bumping the underside of his shaft and he knew she was rubbing herself. 

Cory gently withdrew until he was most of the way out before he smoothly reversed direction, burying himself again. His motions were steady and deliberate. He was not trying to fuck his sister; he was making love to her. As much as he wanted to get his rocks off, he loved to see and feel Erin cum, too. When she got off, he got off. That's the love they shared. He watched her face in ecstasy in the gentle light coming in from the lampstand outside, through her window. Her brow furrowed as she began to spasm arhythmically in her abs. 

"That's it, gorgeous," he whispered. "Cum on me. Let it flow." He never changed his rhythm as his sister convulsed on him, tiny whimpers leaking from her throat, finding their way through her sealed lips.

He could feel his own orgasm rapidly approaching. "Is it all right if I cum now?" he asked. He only asked to let her know; there was no way he could stop it.

"Yeah," she nodded frantically. "I want to feel it." She looked in his eyes as the fire erupted. He buried himself and kept silent as his love flowed into his sister's womb. Cory was dizzy as he blasted stream after blazing stream of pleasure, and he was exhausted afterward. Still embracing his gorgeous blonde idol, he rested his head on her shoulder and her hand came up to stroke his cheek.

That's the last thing he remembered before the sandman forced him to submit.

Michelle saw the dishes in the sink and knew that Cory had woken up sometime last night or early this morning. She smiled knowing that he had eaten her chicken, one of his favorites, but butterflies in her stomach arose when she realized he had probably seen the note that Vanessa had called. Turning to the bar, she unplugged her phone from the charger and saw that she had missed a call from Cory and had received a message. Entering her personal code, she listened to the message.

"Hey, uh, Vanessa. It's Cory. Listen, I'm real sorry about not seeing you the last couple of weeks. I've been working a lot and haven't had any time to rest or to set up a date with you. But my schedule is about to lighten up some and I was wondering if next weekend would be good to go out somewhere. If you're up for it, let me know. After I hear back, I'll make some plans for us. Again, sorry it's been so long. Bye."

Her heart jumped at the thought of another date with Cory. As much as she loved Erin, she also needed more than a tongue and toys. She even needed more than a hard dick to fuck. She needed a man to love her and to treat her like a lady and Cory did that for her. It had been years since she had been treated with respect by a loving man, and until her date with her son a few weeks ago, she had forgotten what it was like.

Cory woke to an empty bed and looked at the clock to see that it was nearly 8:30. He could smell his sister's shampoo on her pillow and smiled. His mind immediately went to their midnight rendezvous and his stomach tightened up as blood flooded into his groin. He gave himself a couple of gentle strokes, then decided against it, knowing two things: he had to pee, and he wanted to be ready for a real fuck at the next opportunity.

Rolling out of bed, he made his way to the bathroom. As he brushed his teeth, he remembered that he had not showered after work yesterday and suddenly felt sorry for his sister. He was so used to being grimy the last couple of weeks and was so exhausted, he didn't even notice when he collapsed into his bed. He turned on the shower and with his toothbrush sticking out of his mouth, he walked to his room to dig out some fresh underwear and clothes.

His phone interrupted his plan and he grabbed it when he saw it was his mother's face on the screen. He ran around the corner to spit into the sink while the movie theme ringtone played before he answered. 

"Hey."

"Hi! Corey, it's Vanessa."

Time to switch gears. "Hey, Vanessa. How have you been?"

"Lonely," she whined. Her voice sounded sad. "I've missed you."

"I know, and I'm sorry about that. I've been super busy. I've missed you, too."

"Really?" She sounded more energized. "I thought that maybe you were a 'love 'em and leave 'em' kind of guy. I was beginning to think that since you got what you wanted from me, I wouldn't hear from you again."

"No way! I wouldn't do that to you. I really had a great time with you and can't wait to see you again."

"Good. I got all excited when I got your message. My, uh...my panties are a little moist from hearing your voice."

Oh, shit, thought Cory. His penis swelled at the thought of her wet panties. He could smell and taste her already. "Oh, really?"

"Really," she purred. "I need to be with you again. My fingers and toys just don't take me where you take me."

Don't touch yourself, he reminded himself. Be patient for a real pussy. "Well, I hate to hear that, Vanessa. I mean, it's good for my ego, but that must be terrible to have all that pent up sexual energy."




Man Of The House Ch. 06



 This little story was never meant to become a serial. But viewers have been asking more from the characters. If you would like the story to continue, please add your comments at the end. Thanks.

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"Geez, I'm bored. There must be some way to spice things up. Every day is getting to be the same old thing." Michael mused silently as he perused his situation. His sexy little sister Jenny, was coiled between his thighs with her lips pleasantly wrapped around his thick cock. She was sucking away like a child on a straw, hoping to get to the frothy finish. His mother Karen, was farther down the bed licking her daughter's pussy and lightly nibbling at her clit. Karen was new to bi-sexual behavior and the taboo of incest only made this encounter all the more erotic.

With each small bite, Jen yipped. Her body rippled from her groin to her throat. She would take a moment from sucking that delicious cock, to watch her mother at play. Karen would thrust her tongue deep into her daughter's hot snatch and then slowly withdraw it, pausing only to stab at her swollen clitoris. Jenny squirmed delightedly as Karen worked her long, thin fingers into her wet folds. Mom was enthralled at how those tight lips would envelop her fingers and cling to them as she eased them back out. The squishing sounds only hastened her pornographic desires. 

Jen's hips shook and quivered as her mother explored her sweet, pink cavern. Karen's fingers emerged soaked in Jenny's juices, the sticky sweetness oozing down her wrist, her tongue working feverishly to sop-up every drop. As Jen watched entranced, her mom slipped two fingers into her own mouth like a suckling babe, and licked from tip to heel. Savoring the flavor and feeling the tension building in her own loins. 

Jenny was still getting accustomed to the idea of her mother performing cunnilingus on her. Meanwhile, with a tug on her sweaty, black locks, she was reminded of her brother's cock in her hand, straining to burst into her mouth. She closed her eyes to concentrate on her mother's tonguing action and opened her full pink lips to allow Michael's eight inches to settle deeply at the back of her throat. 

Michael was perched like a sultan, propped on pillows against the headboard of his new king-sized bed. The women both had their own bedrooms but every night at least one of them slept with him and most daytime hours found all three of them cavorting and gyrating into all new positions on the big mattress. 

The girls settled into their new lifestyle: by day, Karen shopped in the finest boutiques on Beverly Boulevard, had spa treatments with facials and pedicures, and spent afternoons directing the new cook and maid at their duties. A new Cleopatra. 

Jen attended classes at the university where she was an honors student and was now a member of both the floor, and the beach, volleyball teams. She drove a convertible coup to the gym and had all the latest CD's and phone gadgets. A typical spoiled brat. 

Michael spent most days in his "bedroom/office." Wearing a silk robe ala. Hefner. He analysed data from something and with a keystroke, he sent it somewhere else. It could have been nuclear launch codes for all he cared. As long as that enormous paycheck arrived every two weeks and nobody from the company bothered him at home, he was content to type-in numbers for a few hours a day, so that the rest of the time was his own. 

Outside the home, the women would dress and act normally. They both had a fine sense of class and style. And their minds and thoughts were their own. Inside, things were different and nobody seemed to mind. At home the rules stated that no underwear could be worn. Their bodies were to be available to Mike at all times. 

When either his sister or mother came through the door, they knew it was their job to strip to the waist and seek him out. Immediately they were to sink to their knees and tug their master's pants down to his ankles. Each girl then practiced what they had been taught about fellatio. 

Karen was the more deliberate and thorough. She started with small kisses up and down the length of his cock. She followed that by cupping his balls and fondling them in her delicate hands. He approved the look of her manicured hands and sparkling nails cradling his sack. Then she eased the giant mushroomed head into her mouth and let her saliva wash over it's entire length. After she soaked it fully in her warm mouth, she would press it into her ample bosom. With expert skill and deftness, she squeezed her pillowy tits together as his slick shaft glided between her soft breasts. It only took another moment before he would erupt. And now, Karen knew the telltale signs and fancied herself that she directed the action. 

She slid his shiny tool into her inviting mouth and pumped it until he shot his load in thick spurts against the back of her throat. Michael would thrust into her and Karen held on steady enough to finish him off. She knew the taste well and loved the idea of licking his cock clean and feeling it's slippery warmth in her hands. Michael called this last procedure, "putting a shine on it." He told her that he always wanted to be able to see his "reflection in his erection!" Like a slick, ivory rod, she ran her hands along his shaft and stared intently at the wondrous plaything that brought her such indescribable pleasure. 

At that point, Mike would either bend her over for a no-frills fucking, or let her get on with her afternoon. 

Fortunately for him, 

Jen didn't normally get home from her games until dinner hour. This gave Mike a chance to recover from his exertions. Even at twenty-two years of age, He needed rest breaks between bouts. At times when the family orgy was "hot," he would sneak a little blue pill, and perform until both of his heads were throbbing. Though he fancied himself a modern-day Hefner; he marveled at the King-Bunny's stamina and worried about his own heart and blood pressure. 

When Jenny walked through the door the entire routine was repeated with some slight, yet sexy departures. Obviously, Jen was not as experienced as her mom. And this "incest thing," was still abit touchy for her. But the sex excited her and the orgasms were terrific and otherworldly. Now that she acknowledged that like her mother, she was a submissive sexual participant, she could let these shocking, taboo feelings, flow freely. She understood to strip when she came through the door and to find Michael, her master. Even if her mother was already giving him a blowjob, she knew to wait and listen for his commands. This usually involved licking her mom's pussy to "energize her effort on his cock," or to present her firm, ripe tits for his inspection. He enjoyed tugging on them or biting her swollen nipples, as Karen milked his hard cock. 

When Jenny found him alone, she obediently went to her knees and searched-out his ever stiffening member. Her approach was different from Karen's. Where mom was sultry and seductive, little sister was more the porno-queen. There wasn't as much foreplay but the energy and eagerness were exemplary. 

She was always naked. Her newly clean-shaved pussy was the center of her sex life. And though she spoke less, her grunts and groans were enough to bring a priest to tears. She would stroke his erection to it's full girth and slide a few fingers into her steaming gash. This brought her to extreme intensity and also provided extra lubrication on his pole. She diddled her pussy as she fondled his cock. Her orgasms mounted in number with each splashing thrust of her fingers, and she took the big, bulbous head of his cock all the way past her lips and into her hungry throat. He could feel the jolt rising from his scrotum and flowing up the shaft of his enormous cock. He knew he needed a release. Jen could feel the spasms on her tongue and that triggered the fire in her vagina. With obscene slurping noises and incredible suction, she drew the pressure from the root of his balls to the tip of his helmeted head. In that instant she would leap onto his lap. Mike would shoot gallons of creamy spunk into her torrid pussy, then continue to bounce her on his thighs so that her fleshy, pouty tits swayed in his face. She was always ready to burst. 

"Feed them to me," he would say. Jenny would squeeze her firm breasts, one at a time, and offer them to her brother as a sacrificial feast to her god. Her orgasms started somewhere near her heart and travelled along her uterine canal to it's final destination. Their juices mingled inside her and finally poured from her steaming folds onto her shapely thighs, covering the silky body hairs on her upper legs. After the bomb blast subsided, her body relaxed and the bucking stopped. Michael needed only to spank her moist, tender ass and Jen slipped down to the carpet. Tasting the salty mixture of their fluids, she understood it was her duty to "put a shine" on his red, raw member. Mission accomplished, again!

She would now be permitted to shower, study or eat. Michael hardly cared or noticed what they did when their mouths were no longer attached to his pecker. 

In the evenings, after dinner or movies or games; Mike would snap his fingers and they all reassembled at the king-sized playground on the second floor. It was at this point, with two exceedingly sexy and submissive women, engaged in various stages of oral stimulation with him, that Mike's mind began to wander. He muttered to himself, "this has been fun, but I need to teach them something else or all the Viagra in the world won't keep me hard." Ah, the attention span of the new-age sex maniacs! 

For weeks, Mike had observed at least one thing about his playmates. Both women were obviously submissive, and both acknowledged to themselves and to him, that they were his sexual slaves. 

Karen enjoyed taking his orders more and talked dirtier in a way that turned-on the both of them. Jen had a small streak of defiance and required more discipline, but when overcome, she obeyed in a slutty manner and she would become a sexual dynamo.  

Mike's mind worked like the computer-nerd that he was. He concentrated so hard on his new scheme that he could not maintain an erection. Jenny saw that the night's activities were over and headed off for a shower and the comfort of her own bed. Karen was worn-out from her day and collapsed alongside Mike with her long, raven hair on his thin chest. Mike was sated and used this time to think.

In the morning, with the house to himself and his new plan formatted, he did what any geek would do. On the computer, he sought out web-sights and search engines to fool-proof his idea. It wasn't original and considering the dynamics of his family, it wasn't even much of a stretch. But it could add a spark to his pleasure and the women in his life were in no position to argue, and he didn't really care anyway, so it was determined. The new plan would be set in motion immediately. It would involve some new lessons. But they were used to him inventing rules almost daily; they numbered in the twenties now, mostly all, derivations of oral-sex. And he would want supplies; but again, they had seen a new toy or lube appear on their pillows on a few occasions. "Mom,...er Karen, will be home soon, I'll spring it on her, first. This will be great!"

Michael normally found that after a "grueling" morning of typing and trolling, he needed a break for lunch and an afternoon nap. He would scan the internet for porn or sit on the patio and watch bikini-clad nymphets frolic in the Pacific surf. After these exhausting labors he reclined on the sofa in front of daytime television and prepared for his new twist on his favorite hobby. Today he was a bit nervous. He had to be sure all the steps were in order, any little detail could upset the system and ruin his entire world. He had learned through practice that both women would respond enthusiastically to his craven ideas aslong as they could rationalize to themselves that they were only slaves to his commands. These filthy suggestions and lurid acts could never spring from their imaginations. Only the warped mind of a beast could compel two such sweet ladies to perform such disgusting sexual depravities. Their earth-shaking orgasms and mind altering experiences were just the end result of his evil control of them. 

Michael had pressed all the right buttons of their sexual psyches. If they could just be left to believe that these deviant desires and prurient interests did not bubble up from inside themselves, but were purely the demands of a sexual predator they must please, then all the dissonance could be managed! 

Michael was in control. His word, in this house, was law! The women were still his family, and outside they were university student and career woman. At home, to establish order and maintain harmony, both women ceded their sexual "free-will" to Mike. For them, the upside was an open exploration of their taboo sexual images and a feeling of orgasmic bliss without any religious or moral guilt. For Mike, it was a bit more shallow in thought and feeling, it was just a teenager's wet dream come to life! 

To Michael's thinking, he was helping them to explore their feelings in a structured environment free from prying eyes. Or, some such bullshit! Anyway, he was to be congratulated for his accomplishment of bedding-down his mother and sister, and engaging them in bi-sexual fantasies! Mike wanted to be a domme and had hit the jackpot. Nothing else really mattered. 

He was laying on the couch in a half-slumber with a very satisfied smile on his face and a three-quarters hard-on in his shorts. When Karen walked in, she set her shopping on the counter: Two pairs of black stilettos, Mike liked her in heels and she liked the definition they brought to her long legs. A Victoria's bag with a lacy, black bustier, to better amplify her lovely breasts, which excited the both of them. A couple pairs of fishnets. And some Kung Pau Chicken.

She returned to the living room wearing a pair of satiny, scarlet-red panties and a red scrungy to hold back her raven locks. Her dark eyes shone brilliantly with anticipation and her candy-apple red lips glistened with a fresh application of gloss. Her patent-leather heels heightened the effect of her toned gams and delivered a delightfully promiscuous bounce to her heavenly breasts. A scent of lilacs followed her into the room as she tossed a sofa cushion onto the floor beside the couch. Karen was by now, a seasoned veteran at this approach and she enjoyed the "freedom" it allowed her to act out her wicked desires. Mike admired her look and gave a mentor's nod of approval as she settled down on her haunches. 

She gave him a cheery "hello," and a wet kiss on the lips and then proceeded to her obligations. She let her hands and lips explore his chest, belly and legs. With an expert touch, she applied soft kisses to his inner thighs while letting her long, tapered fingers ease into the bottoms of his shorts. Karen ran her fingers through the coarse, curly hairs around his groin. She cupped his balls and balanced them gently in her hand , weighing and massaging them as she kissed the cotton material that was cloaking them. 

Her hand worked to the base of his stiffening cock and she pumped it firmly, to its full height and majestic circumference. His penis poked up like a tent pole in his shorts. She teasingly wrapped her mouth around the cloth-covered head and licked sloppy traces of saliva down the shaft, until it seemed a giant mushroom was left soaking under a soft blanket. 

Karen's free hand searched out her own wet triangle and she easily slipped two fingers into her moistened pussy. She plowed her digits deep inside and with the palm, she would grind against her straining clit. Her moaning picked up steam and her raspy breathing mimicked her son's. He felt the temperature rising in his pants and the sweat break on his forehead. Each sloppy, squishing sound from her snatch brought new thrills to his imagination. He could sense the pressure building in his balls and funneling up the thick pillar of his cock. 

Karen's cunt was at it's boiling point and her muscular thighs began to quiver. She could feel that she was on the verge of a breath-taking orgasm and that the only thing that could add to this bliss was a blast of cum from Michael's huge cock, in time with her explosion. She yanked the shorts aside and increased the tempo of her strokes. She ogled the engorged head of his throbbing penis and watched Mike's eyes roll back in his head. In a throaty voice, she purred, "please Michael, cum for me. I want your thick, heavy cream. I'll swallow everything you can give me and lick you dry."

His hips were bucking off the couch and his right hand clamped on to her ponytail. Prying her lips apart, he rammed eight solid inches of slippery, white flesh deep into her throat. 

For what seemed like hours, Michael thrust his swollen phallus into her mouth. She tried to relax her throat so that the invading monster did not suffocate her. She felt the urgent spasms in her vagina and sucked like a vacuum on his cock. Mike barked out a horrific roar and unleashed a torrent of hot sperm onto the back wall of her mouth and down her throat. She swallowed greedily and gasped at the sheer volume of cum pouring into her. At the height of this explosion, her fingers found the perfect spot just inside her pussy and released a flood of vaginal liquids along with a well-spring of emotions from someplace deep inside. This was the best one, yet and she knew that only her master could bring her to this ecstasy.

She shook as if electrocuted. Her thighs and legs were drenched in a deluge of her own secretions. In spite of her best efforts and a lot of practice, Mike's cum filled her cheeks and dribbled past her lips and down her chin to the floor. She savored the warmth and loved the sticky, saltiness of his emissions. But this torrent of jizm was too much. She swallowed what she could and tried to catch her breath and regain her composure. Mike's cock, now free of her lips, continued to shoot long, thick streams of goo onto her cheeks, nose and in her eyes. She attempted to catch what she could but Mike pointed his stocky weapon at her boobs and proceeded to cover her tits and neck in warm, white bolts of cum. 

Other than her swallowing his load directly, he liked nothing more than to bathe her heavy, plump tits in his milk. She pressed her big boobs together and corralled his cock in her cleavage, where his contractions finally ebbed and the hose was extinguished. Karen looked as if she had been dipped in heavy cream. She applied his cum liberally to her chest and face, paying special attention to her dark nipples. She lathered it all over like expensive body lotion and the two of them took turns scooping it with their fingers while she licked and sucked them clean. 

This kind of exertion usually led to a trip up the stairs but not this time. The two of them laughed giddily, and laid back down together in a puddle of congealed gloop. Karen, exhausted and sticky, rose to her feet and padded off to the shower. Promising to meet Michael upstairs after a brief cool-down and a pint of caffeine. 

For his part, Mike had to admit that this had been the best sex he had ever even dreamed of. He knew now that his new plan would work perfectly with his mom. But for the foreseeable future, his cock would not be hard for awhile. So he laid back down and closed his eyes. A smile played on his face as he pictured what was to come in the next few days. Something very good was about to happen...

*****

The end of part 6. Your comments are welcome.

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Man of the House Ch. 06



"It is," whined Vanessa. "It's just torture."

"Tell you what. Next weekend we'll get together and reconnect. I think I might be able to help you take care of your little issue."

"Mm, sounds good. I know you can help me take care of my little issue."

"I'm looking forward to it, Vanessa. I'll call you later with more details."

"I can't wait, lover."

Cory got even harder at being called "lover." Shit, he thought, try to control yourself. "I can't either. We'll talk later. Bye, Vanessa."

"Bye," she purred in a sexy voice before the phone went quiet.

Cory looked at himself in the mirror and shook his head. "You lucky son of a bitch." He laughed at how ridiculous his life had become before stepping into the shower. He had to resist the urge to jerk off while he cleaned up and thought about his life and his plans for the weekend as the hot water washed over his tired muscles. He had no idea what to do for Vanessa next week, but he had to come up with something fast.

Putting on a pair of boxer briefs and shorts, he walked downstairs to find the house empty. He looked out the kitchen window and saw his mother swimming laps in the pool. He loved to watch her swim. She was so graceful she made it seem effortless to swim as fast as she did for as long as she did. He walked out to the deck and sat at the table watching her from the shade. He admired the arch of her back, the way her ass sailed just under the surface of the water, the rapid but smooth movement of her legs, the steady movement of her arms as they alternated breaking the surface to extend over her head before escaping into the clear water again.

He had no idea how long he watched her, but it was relaxing. Almost hypnotic. He was surprised when she touched the near wall and instead of flipping to return, she rested her elbows on the edge and simply breathed heavily. Her shoulders raised and lowered as she worked to catch her breath before removing her black swim cap and mirrored goggles. She still didn't acknowledge him, as she closed her eyes and stretched her arms and shoulders, looking down into the water. It wasn't until her hand touched the rail to ascend the stairs that she looked up at him and jumped a little.

"OH! God, Cory, you scared me!" she laughed. 

"I'm sorry, mom," he said, standing and walking toward her with a towel. "I didn't mean to scare you."

"That's okay, honey. I know you didn't." She was about to take the towel from his hand, saying "Thank you."

He pulled it back a little instead and said, "No. Let me."

She smiled lightly and nodded, turning her back to him. Cory lightly stroked her hair, squeezing handfuls of it in the towel to soak up some of the water. He patted her face dry gently, looking her in the eye the whole time. He could feel his own body responding and she had a look in her eyes that was now familiar to her son. He looked away to follow the path of the towel as he blotted gently at her skin on her neck and shoulders, down and under each arm and then to her shoulders, silently prompting her to turn around as needed. He continued down her back, stopping at her waist, starting over at the front of her shoulders and blotting over her breasts and stomach.

As he passed over her breasts, she shuddered and closed her eyes briefly before looking into his eyes again. Her nipples pressed against the fabric of her racing suit, tiny knots over small mounds, flattened by the swimwear. It was all Cory could do not to linger on her breasts. He was unashamed in his admiration and when he tore his eyes away to look at his mother's face, he saw her smile and she grazed her thumb over his cheekbone. 

Cory lowered to his knees and rested on his heels as he started at her right foot, patting the different areas of her foot before wrapping the towel around her calf and pressing the plush cloth to his mother's flawless skin. He repeated this action at her knee and again at her thigh. As he moved higher he noticed her breathing increase. While he worked to dry her legs, he noticed her toes curling, turning white as they tried in vain to grip the concrete deck. Cory returned to the left foot, repeating the process up her legs, almost to the point at which the edge of his hand and the towel, would press lightly against her mound. Each time she would shudder, but would not move or utter a word.

Still on his knees, Cory placed his hands on her hips, touching bare skin, and prompted her to turn around again. Here she was, her beautiful ass right in his face. This was what he wanted. He stroked the outside of each thigh gently, from hip to knee and back, his thumbs tracing her hamstrings up before following the curve of the swimsuit edge across each cheek. He leaned in and kissed her left cheek, causing her to moan, and repeated the kiss on the right cheek. She moaned again. Returning to the left cheek, he opened his mouth and bit lightly, causing a squeal and a laugh before her hand smacked him lightly on the head. He looked up to see her peering down at him from under her arm. She had a smile on her face as she shook her head. He opened his mouth to bare his teeth and slowly moved in for another bite. She stuck her ass back at him a little bit as if she was daring him to do it.

"HELLOOO?"

Shit, thought Cory, his mom jumping away from him. Who the hell is that?

"Erin? It's Megan! You back here?"

"No, Megan," Michelle called back as she walked around to the side gate. "She went for a run with the team this morning." Erin's mom opened the gate and let Megan in before closing it back, latching it.

"Oh...okay. Well, she didn't answer her phone and no one answered when I rang the doorbell, so I thought she might be laying out back here. Sorry."

"No, it's no problem. I had just finished some laps and was drying off to go inside."

"I didn't mean to disturb you. I just thought if she were here we could lay out or something...Oh. Hi, Cory. I'm surprised to see you up this early on a Sunday," Megan smiled, looking him over quickly before giving him a quick wink.

"Yeah, well, you know. The strike's over and I slept a lot yesterday, so..."

"Big plans today, Cor?" asked Megan.

Cory's mom looked over at him as if she were looking for that very answer.

"I, uh, I don't...I was going to see if mom had any plans since I've kind of been out of the loop for the last couple of weeks." 

"The only thing I had planned to do was to run to the mall and pick up a few things. You're welcome to go with me if you'd like."

"Yeah, okay."

"Hey," Megan interrupted, "Have you been to Crescent Place yet? It's the new mall on Westside. It has all the great stores."

"No," Michelle answered. "I was just going to run to Morgan Square."

"Sorry, ma'am, but you need to get to Crescent Place," Megan nodded matter-of-factly. She crossed her arms and reconfirmed it. "You just do."

The brunette just laughed, threw her arms up and said, "Well, I guess we're going to Crescent Place."

"Yay!" Megan clapped. "You'll love it, I promise. Okay, tell Erin I stopped by, okay? She can call me."

"Wait! Where are you going? I thought you were going to lay out by the pool," asked Erin's mom.

"I just came by to see Erin. I'm not going to stay here and use your pool if you're leaving." Megan took a step toward the gate.

"Wait till Erin gets home, then. If she wants to go the mall with us, you can both go. If she doesn't, you can both stay here. You don't have to leave."

"Are you sure? I don't want to cause a problem." Megan seemed sincere.

"Absolutely! We'd love for you to join us. We'll go change while you wait, and when Erin gets here, you can decide."

"Okay," Megan chirped. "Sounds like fun."

"Okay, then! Feel free to help yourself to anything in the kitchen. Make yourself at home."

Cory wasn't quite sure what to make of this. On the one hand he was disappointed. Until last night, he hadn't been able to fuck for a long time and now that he had a chance, and was just getting started, they want to go shopping.

Perfect.

Cory threw his hands up in the air flippantly and muttered, "I guess we're going to the mall," as he turned to open the sliding glass door. He walked through and traipsed up the stairs to change. As he was riffling through his drawers to find something to wear, his mom came in.

"Cory?"

"Yeah?" He shoved some t-shirts to the side of the drawer to find one he liked underneath.

"Are you okay?" She sounded concerned.

"Yep. Just trying to find something to wear to the mall." He slammed the drawer closed and opened the one above it. He fisted the first shirt he saw and tossed it on the bed.

His mom walked up behind him. "Baby, please don't be mad."

"It's fine, mom. I wanted to spend the day with you today and I will be. It's okay."

"Cory," she pulled his arm gently to turn him around. "Look at me."

He sighed and turned around to face her.

"I've missed you as much as you've missed me. This last couple of weeks has been hard for Erin and me, too. I have stuff I have to get done and today I had expected you to sleep like you have been. I didn't know the strike would end Friday any more than you did."

"I know you still have stuff you have to do." He calmed a little bit. "It's just...I was hoping we could spend the day...together...alone. You know what I mean?"

She moved in closer. "I know exactly what you mean," she whispered. Her tiny hand stroked the front of his shorts briefly, reconfirming her claim. He flinched at her touch, pleased at her intentions. She kissed him briefly on the lips, running the tip of her tongue along his upper lip before pulling away and letting go of his bulge. "We're going to the mall and Erin and Megan will probably go with us. But Megan's leaving afterward and my bed has a spot just for you. Don't forget that."

"Okay," he started to smile. "I like that."

"Feel better?" she asked.

"Much."

"Good. Now get dressed." Just then the front door closed and the voices of Megan and Erin floated up the stairs.

"Mom!" Erin called as she made her way up the stairs. "Megan said we're going to Crescent Place!"

The drive was uneventful as Cory drove, his mother rode shotgun and Erin and Megan laughed and joked in the back seat. It was fun, which was a good thing because it took nearly an hour to get to the mall. Every once in a while the girls would let Cory or their mother in on a joke, tell a story, or get their opinion. Maybe it was just Cory, but there was some sexual tension in the car. As he thought about it, however, he realized that it may just be the weight of the secrets. Megan didn't know that mom knew about her lesbian romance with Erin and she also didn't know that the rest of the car was a three-way love triangle, one that he and Erin had vehemently denied.

Cory didn't know how badly Erin wanted to tell Megan about her sex life with him, but also didn't know how badly his mom wanted to try Megan on for size, after hearing Erin talk about her. Both Erin and Megan were dressed in super short and tight shorts and tight-fitting tank tops. Their flip flops showed their painted nails, with each of the young ladies sporting a toe ring. Every once in a while he would catch his mom looking at one of the girls and knew she liked what she saw. The look in her eyes gave her away.

Cory saw the first sign for Crescent Place as they approached downtown. Megan was right, according to the excitement in the ladies' voices. They had everything. The brightly colored billboard showed a sunset picture of the brightly lit modern-looking mall and fountain and the edge of the picture listed some of the major retailers, many of them more upscale than what would be found at Morgan Square. At least they had a couple of shops for him, too, including a giant outdoor sporting goods store, his favorite electronics store, and a giant music warehouse.

"Look!" Megan exclaimed, probably hoping to embarrass Cory. "They even have a Marquis' Closet!"

"What's Marquis' Closet?" asked Michelle. 

Megan explained, "It's a sex shop. They have lingerie, toys, bondage gear, sex furniture, everything you can think of. It's amazing if you're looking to spice up your sex life." Megan suddenly got quiet, fading the last two words of her explanation. "Um, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..."

The older brunette turned around, concerned. "Didn't mean to what, honey?"

"You know. I mean, with the divorce and everything. I'm sorry I brought it up."

"Don't worry about it." She patted Megan's knee with a smile and turned back around to face the front windshield. "Besides, now that I'm single, I could probably use some toys."

Erin and Megan both squealed before all three women burst out laughing. His mom was still laughing when she patted Cory's shoulder. "Oh, I'm sorry, honey. Did I embarrass you?" She was trying not to laugh, but Cory knew that she said that for Megan's benefit.

"Hey, mom. Maybe while we're at the mall we'll see if we can get a filter for that mouth. It's obvious you didn't come with one factory installed." He smiled at her and the girls started laughing again as Cory took a solid swat from his mom's hand across his shoulder.

The billboard was right. Crescent Park was beautiful. For a mall, that is. Unlike a lot of guys, Cory liked going to the mall. Sometimes he just wanted to get away from the house and school and just walk around. He liked to people watch and at the mall he could just relax, watch people and sometimes pick something up that he had wanted. He spent most of his time either walking around or in the sporting goods store that anchored one end of the mall. 

But Morgan Square was nothing like this. He was secretly looking forward to seeing the mall, but mostly he was just happy to be with his mother and sister again. And he was even happy to be with Megan. While on one level she was interfering with his plan for the day, on another level, he liked her. She was beautiful, sexually free, funny, and if somehow the family secret came out to her, he knew she would keep it. He could trust her. Besides, he knew she didn't mean to interfere with the family. She had just wanted to spend time with Erin. This was just how the day unfolded with no one really to blame. Hearing his family laugh made him feel good and he was going to commit to enjoying the day.

Cory had no problem finding a parking space and as the ladies unloaded, Megan gave Cory a pat on the rear, winking when he turned around in surprise. She made her way around him to walk next to Erin. He watched the asses in front of him, noting the thin hips of his sister and her longer frame as it contrasted against the fuller hips and shorter legs of her friend, but also recalling the look and feel of that ass as it bumped against his groin, engulfing his shaft as it glistened in the sun.

"They're very beautiful, aren't they?" his mom whispered from the left, bumping him lightly as she asked. He was surprised because she had just appeared beside him. He felt like a dolt leaving her at the car as he followed the swaying hips before him.

"Yes. Very."

"Thank you for coming with us today, Cor."

"I'm sorry I got upset this morning, mom. That wasn't fair to you. I didn't mean to disrespect you like that." Cory's heart was heavy at the thought of treating her that way and he looked at the ground as he walked. He felt his mother's hand wrap around his elbow and she drew closer.

"There's no reason to apologize, sweetie. I don't feel disrespected. I told you before that I want you to be able to tell me anything, and I appreciate your honesty. I love you. Now that's the end of it, right? We're here now and we're going to enjoy the day?"

"Yes, ma'am," Cory smiled, looking at his mother's beautiful brown eyes. He wanted so badly to kiss her, but knew he couldn't. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and kissed the top of her head as she returned his hug, wrapping her arm around his waist. "I love you, mom."

"I love you, too, baby."

They walked across the parking lot in silence, Cory watching the beautiful young ladies in front of them as they laughed and talked, their hips swaying with every step. It didn't even occur to him that his mother was doing the same thing.

As they approached the large fountain outside the main entrance to the mall, Erin turned around and stopped, her friend stopping to turn with her. "I'm hungry," cried the blonde. "Are we eating lunch first or what?"

As the other two caught up, her mother said, "I think that would be a good idea. And Cory should choose since he's the one who's been working so hard and still chose to spend the day with us. I'm paying, though, and that includes yours, Megan," she smiled.

"Really? Aw, thanks." Erin gave her friend a half-hug with a big smile.

"Okay, well, I don't know what's here, so I need to see what they have," Cory suggested. Just inside the door they found a directory and at the guest services desk, the staff was able to provide a nice map of the mall and the surrounding shops and restaurants. Cory selected a popular steak house and they all enjoyed a nice big lunch as they made plans for the day.

"Listen," Michelle said to Erin. "Megan came to spend the day with you, not us. So why don't the two of you go enjoy yourselves and Cory and I will decide about our own day. I'll text you later with a time and place to meet to go home."

"Are you sure, mom?" asked Erin.

"Yeah, you don't have to do that. I told you I didn't want to impose." Megan argued.

"No, no. It's no trouble. Go. Enjoy yourselves."

"Okay, thanks!" The two girls stood and as they turned to leave, Michelle called Erin back. Erin waved Megan on before leaning over the table.

Michelle leaned forward a little and said, "If you plan to visit Marquis' Closet, send me a text. I'd hate for us to run into each other. It could be a little uncomfortable. She smiled at her daughter, who winked back and nodded before smiling at her brother.

"You're a lucky man, bro." She shook her head and walked quickly toward the front exit, catching up with Megan before turning into the mall corridor.

"Are we ready to go, then?" Cory asked.

"Not yet," she said. "I've been eying that lava cake for desert. Would you like to split it with me?"

"Sure. But I thought you wanted to look around."

"Cory, I told you I needed to go to the mall, not wanted to. It was Megan's idea to come here, not mine. Like you, I want to spend time together, and that's just what I'm doing. Now," she said, " why don't you order us some desert?"

"Yes, ma'am."

For the next half hour, Cory and his mother enjoyed lava cake as they laughed and flirted. She would put her hand on his thigh under the table and he would touch her hand on the table. Because they didn't know anyone here, they were free to behave romantically. They both knew that once they left the restaurant, they may bump into Megan and they had no plans of letting her in on the family secret.

As soon as Michelle signed the credit card receipt, Cory placed his hand on hers, leaned over and kissed her lips gently. She melted as their lips touched lightly, and Cory's cock stirred. She placed her free hand on his growing erection, and exhaled a puff of air through her nose as she flinched at the realization that he was hard for her. He backed away and smiled gently at her as he stood before helping her to her feet.

As they walked around the mall, they were impressed by the architecture, the design, and even the displays in many of the store windows. The place was enormous and they enjoyed themselves as they walked. Michelle took Cory into a couple of shops where she could pick up some work clothes and she willingly followed Cory into the sporting goods store as he finally bought himself the bike computer he had been wanting for a long time.

As Cory was paying for his computer his mother sent a text to Erin. "Meet at the fountain in one hour."




Man of the House Ch. 06



"K. Closet's open. Have fun ;)"

Cory turned around to see his mom putting her phone back in her purse. "Erin and Megan are going to meet us in an hour. I have one more stop to make before we leave."

"Yeah, okay."

She handed him her bags and he dropped his smaller bag into hers before consolidating her bags into one larger bag to make it less cumbersome. She simply shook her head and laughed at him before walking beside him out the door and through the mall.

There it was. The Marquis' Closet. The windows were the only darkly tinted windows in the mall, even though you could still see the mannequins behind the glass. One mannequin was dressed in a leather corset and a leather collar with a silver chain that draped over the hand of another mannequin, a male, wearing leather pants. They were faceless and solid white. On the other side of the door was a single mannequin in a bra and panties reclining on a bright blue velvet chaise. 

"Oh, my," Cory heard his mother whisper, her hand grasping his forearm before he took her hand and gently tugged, prompting her to walk inside with him. He took a deep breath as he stepped off the tile floor of the mall to the deep red carpet in the shop.

"Hi. Welcome to The Marquis' Closet," a mature redhead asked, a sleeve of tattoos on her toned left arm. The septum of her nose had a small heavy gauge bull ring in it and Cory immediately wondered what else was pierced or inked. She was beautiful, but he also wondered what would make such a stunning woman mark herself up like she did. He also wondered if she was wild in bed and admitted he wouldn't mind a shot at finding out. Not only was her hair bright red and full, flowing down past her shoulders, but her tight black tank top showed that both nipples had rings running through them. Her pants were tight green jeans tucked into knee high black patent leather boots with stiletto heels.

Michelle squeezed his hand before saying, "Thank you."

"You can call me Bree. Is there anything I can help you find?"

"Gosh, I really don't know. I've never heard of this place before but a friend recommended it. I'm recently divorced and I'm with this young man now, and I'd like to start fresh and exciting."

"Great. I like a sexually confident woman," she smiled. Looking at Cory she said, "You're a lucky man. Do you have any ideas to share?"

"I, uh..." He shook his head. "I don't really know." He looked around and suddenly believed Megan was right. This place had everything. "I don't have much experience with this stuff."

"No problem," smiled Bree. "It's a good thing I'm here. We'll look at different options and if something catches your eye we'll go from there. Sound good?"

"Sounds great," Michelle echoed.

Bree started off with the milder lingerie in the front of the store: the traditional lace and satin pieces. Cory noticed that hanging from the ceiling were four neon signs in cursive lettering, dividing the store into four quadrants. The pink said "Lace", the red said "Leather", the purple said "Toys", and the blue said "Controls". They were currently in the lace section and directly across the center aisle up front was the leather section.

As they discussed a few of the items they liked, Bree took them to the leather section and they spent some time looking through options there, for both men and women, drawing jokes, laughter, winks, and finally some acceptance of possibilities. As they walked through the store, Bree would hand them a few things to carry and to try on before they decided.

Walking back to the "controls" section, she explained that it was where they kept things for bondage, but also to control the environment, including waterproof blankets, sheeting for oil games, sex furniture and even stripper poles. She said the best investment starting out would be the waterproof blanket, especially for sex that get's "a little messy" she said with a wink. Michelle picked one up off the lower shelf and looked at the label on the bag before holding onto it as they walked.

The fourth section, "toys", held an amazing selection of toys for men and women. Michelle gasped and laughed, asking, "How does anyone handle this?" 

Cory turned to see her holding a flesh-colored fist and forearm, before Bree responded, "The human body is amazingly resilient. You'd be surprised what it can handle." Cory and his mom both looked at her before she shrugged and smiled. "See anything you like?"

"I think I should probably just start with something to wear and go from there."

"Sounds fair. I'll just leave the blanket behind the counter and you can decide before you leave. The fitting rooms are right behind this wall," she said, directing them to the wall behind the register, which had a variety of panties, condoms, cock rings and small vibrators hanging from pegs. Cory stood by the counter while his mom walked back around the wall. "Are you just going to stand there?" asked Bree. "She's probably going to want your opinion."

"I didn't know I could go back there with her."

"Honey, we cater to couples. Just don't do anything to mess up the rooms or merchandise. If you do, you've just bought it." She winked and pointed to the wall.

Cory walked back and called out, "Mo...Michelle."

"Yes?"

"Bree said I should come back here."

"Really?"

"Really. Can I come in?"

"Hang on."

The door unlatched and she opened it to let her son squeeze through before closing it back. As soon as he was in, she closed it and he noticed her topless, but still covered by her dark purple boy short panties.

"Damn, mom," he whispered.

"Michelle, baby."

"Whatever. Turn around for me."

She smiled a little and turned, looking back at him over her shoulder. He stepped behind her and pressed the back of her head. She tilted her head down and he kissed the back of her neck. For the next couple of minutes he planted kisses all over her shoulders and back, trailing his way down to her ass, picking up where he had left off this morning. He lightly bit her left cheek, this time causing her to flinch and then repeated the nibble on her right cheek. She moaned, though, when he ran his tongue along the seam of her shorts from the side seam toward her crack and repeated it again on the other side. When he buried his face in her ass crack, he stuck out his tongue to lick her through her panties.

"No, Cor," she quietly whined, her hand on his head. "Not here."

"I have to have you, mom."

"Michelle, and no you don't."

He stood up and pressed his erection against her ass. "Yes. I do."

"We're not here to fuck," she argued as she pressed back against him. "We're here to shop."

"I'm blue balling here."

"Yeah, well I'm soaking through my panties, but if we get caught, we're talking obscenity law, arrest records and people finding out that I'm sleeping with my son." She stepped away and pushed back against his chest. She pinched and pulled her nipples as he looked on, obviously aroused. "When we get home," she whispered, "I promise you can use me any. Way. You. Want." 

Cory melted, nodding at the implication. Becoming impatient, he looked at the pieces of lingerie on the hangers and asked, "Do you really need to try all that on?"

"Do you have someplace you need to be?" she smiled as she put her bra back on.

"Yes I do. A very warm, moist place."

"Florida?" she laughed, sliding her shirt back on.

"Is that what you're calling her now?" He smiled at her. 

She slid her shoes on and grabbed all the underwear from the back of the door. "If I got you these boxer briefs would you wear them?"

"I don't know. Maybe."

"Okay, we'll wait on those." She put them back on the hanging rod and opened the door. 

Bree met them at the entrance to the fitting rooms. "How'd it go?"

"I'm going to get these, but I'm waiting on the other stuff."

"Okay, great!" As she walked over to the register, she asked about getting a Closet Card account for additional savings on today's purchase, which Michelle declined, and told her about joining the e-mail list and shopping online. "Do you still want the blanket?"

"Not this time. Let me think about it." Bree nodded and scanned the purchase. A minute later, Cory and Michelle were on their way to the car, the tiny lingerie bag buried under the other clothes in the larger bag.

"Thanks for taking me shopping, honey," she told him.

"It was almost my pleasure."

"Believe me, you'll get plenty of pleasure later." 

"There you are," Erin called from their left. The two girls walked around the edge of the fountain to meet up with Cory and his mom. He couldn't help but noticed the slight bounce of their moderate breasts under their skin-tight tanks as their hips swayed. He could swear that they were exaggerating it, but it could also be that he was just horny as hell.

The sun was beginning its descent, though it was still high, and as they drove home the conversation was much more subdued, but the girls were still excited as they talked about the mall and the shops. Cory wasn't even paying attention. He was too distracted by the prospect of what awaited him at home. He would occasionally look over and noticed that his mother was rubbing her thighs together for much of the ride home and kept adjusting the air on her side of the car.

Almost as soon as they got home, Megan thanked them for the day and gave Erin a hug good-bye. She hopped in her car and drove away while Cory grabbed his crotch and groaned.

"Dammit, I need some relief."

"Erin, is it all right if I have him to myself tonight?" Michelle asked.

"Sure. When we went to the Closet, look what I found." She pulled a purple vibrator still in the package, out of her purse. It was not especially big, but had a prominent curve to the tip. "It's a g-spot vibe. I think I'll be practicing with it tonight. Cory and I can catch up this week."

"Ladies, ladies, don't I get any say in this?" Cory asked. "I mean, what if I don't want any sex this week?" He didn't even crack a smile. He stood angrily and said, "God, it's like I'm a walking dildo that only exists for your pleasure! I'm a person, dammit, and I have feelings!"

"Sit down, dildo," Erin blurted before the three of them burst into laughter and he was hit in the face with a throw pillow.

He grabbed the vibrator out of Erin's hand, pointed it at her and said, "Go fuck yourself," before throwing it on the couch beside her.

He grabbed his mother's hand and said, "You. Come with me." She stood up with a giggle and waved at Erin.

"Have a good time!" she laughed, plopping back on the couch.

Her brother burst into the master bedroom, dragging his mother behind him. He stopped at the door, slamming it closed behind him as he flung her toward the bed. She squealed as she stumbled through the room before catching her balance, placing her hand on the bed.

"How dare you," he said, "spend the day teasing me and then turning me down in the fitting room." He walked toward her with determination.

"Please, Cory," she begged, standing back up, her legs backed up to the edge of the mattress. "Calm down."

"Don't tell me to calm down. I told you I needed you this afternoon. First you got me worked up by swimming and letting me dry you off, then you put me off to go to the mall and then you let me into your fitting room topless, pulling on your tits in a sex store. All to tell me I couldn't fuck you? I don't think so."

"What are you going to do to me, Cor?"

"I'm just collecting on a promise." He maintained a strong tone, but his eyes softened so his mother didn't think he was actually angry with her. She winked back with a smile for just a second before returning to character.

"I thought you were better than that! You said you respected me!"

Cory immediately grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to him, grinding his cock against her belly. He took one of her hands and placed it directly onto his bulge, drawing a gasp from her throat. She squeezed him and began stroking him as she looked into his eyes, the fire evident. He pressed his lips to hers and she immediately opened her mouth to receive his tongue as hers pressed against it. Their kiss was passionate, her hand stroking him through his shorts. He squeezed her ass with one hand and the other hand found her breast, cupping and squeezing the mound through her shirt.

He pulled away and grabbed the hem of her shirt, yanking it over her head before spinning her around so her back was to him. He stripped his own shirt and tossed it on the floor. When he reached around her to unfasten her shorts, he found that she had already done that so he ripped them down over her hips, pulling her panties with it. As she stepped out of her shorts, he forced his own down his legs until they piled on his feet and he stepped out of them as he pushed on her back.

With a gasp, she fell forward onto the bed, her hands on the mattress. With a small step forward he grasped the base of his cock and stroked it up along her slit, forcing a moan from her. She was dripping already, just as she had warned in the fitting room. Without waiting for her to approve, he pressed forward quickly and smoothly, feeling her heat and moisture envelope his length.

"MMmmmgaahhh," she whined as he pressed forward. When he was halfway in, he pulled back a little, drawing some lubrication out of her, and pushed all the way into her, pressing his groin against her perfect, round ass.

"Do you have something to say to me?" He grunted.

"I'm sorry," she whimpered.

"Sorry for what?"

"Sorry for making you wait."

"You're damn right you are."

"Fuck me, Cor," she whined. "Take what's yours." She looked back over her shoulder and practically begged him with her eyes. "Make me keep my promise."

He pulled all the way out, her eyes widening, and then drove back into her, her eyes slamming shut and a grunt pouring from her throat. He repeated the process a handful of times and each time he forced a sound from her. She turned back to face away from him and he began to pound into her for all he was worth.

It wasn't long before she dropped onto the mattress, resting on her face and shoulders, her ass lodged in the air while her tits were flattened against her bedspread. Her back began to arch in staccato jerks as her hands fisted the bedspread. She screamed into the mattress, making noises that didn't quite form words. He felt his core tighten up and his head begin to swim as his own orgasm approached. His balls pulled tight while a fire burned behind them. He pounded into his mother's cunt with all he had, his hands gripping her hips before he forced himself as deep as he could go and held her ass up against himself. Shot after shot of lava gushed from his powerful erection, flooding his mother's womb. She let out a long quiet moan to affirm his release before his legs gave out and he fell forward, catching himself before he could his mother.

Still breathing heavily, she spoke first. "Thank you, son. I needed that."

He laughed a single puff of air. "No. Thank you." He rolled off of her and turned his head to look her in the eye. "I'm sorry if I scared you, mom. I should have thought about it before I said anything like that."

"No, sweetie. I knew. You didn't scare me. I know you better than that. I did like you taking charge, though. That was a huge turn-on."

"Good. We're not done yet, are we?" he asked.

"No, baby," she giggled, "Not by a long shot."

"Good. Now I need something to drink."

"Stay here," she grunted as she rose up. "I'll go get us something." She backed off the bed as he nodded and gave her a thumbs up. She took two steps toward the door before saying, "Uh oh."

Cory lifted his head and looked her in the eye as she spread her feet. "I'm dripping," she said, and squatted down over her hand. Bearing down, she forced a stream out of her pussy and into the palm of her hand.

"Fuck me," he whispered in disbelief. He watched as she took the pool in her fingers and made a show of dripping it into her mouth before sucking and licking her fingers clean. She smiled at him without another word before taking the last few steps to the door. She opened it and they both heard the faint squeals of Erin in the throes of her own orgasm.

Her mom couldn't help but laugh, trying to keep quiet by covering her mouth as she peeked out into the hallway. She quietly called out to Cory, "Now that's what I call a satisfied customer." He couldn't help but laugh at that, still trying to keep quiet as his sister approached another orgasm, the wails of pleasure bursting through her bedroom door. Michelle closed her own door, leaving Cory lying on the bed, more relaxed than he had been in a long time. 

When she returned, Erin was still going at it, but she saw Cory sitting up on the bed, his feet planted on the floor. He looked up and saw his mother in only her bra, bringing him a bottle of beer while she carried a glass of red wine for herself.

"How are you feeling?" she asked as she approached him.

"Amazing," he smiled. "Tired, but amazing. I had to sit up so I wouldn't fall asleep."

"I'm sorry, baby. Do you need to rest some more?" She sounded concerned, but not upset.

"No. I don't have to be at work until midnight, so we can make love again and I can still have a few hours to sleep. I can catch up in the afternoons."

"I'm glad to hear that." She walked to the bathroom, knowing her son was watching her ass the whole time, before she set her wine glass on the counter and turned on the faucet for the soaker tub. He watched again as she walked to the bedroom door and out into the now quiet hallway. He heard his mother and sister talking briefly before they both burst out laughing. A minute later she returned to her room with her large bag from the mall. 

Setting it on the bed, she pulled her work clothes out and hung them in the closet, took out his bike computer in the small bag and walked across to his room, returning empty-handed. Then she finally pulled out the bag from The Marquis' Closet and laid out on the bed four pairs of matching bra and panty sets. She walked to the bathroom, checked the water, poured in some bubble bath, picked up her wine and came back to the foot of the bed. She crossed one arm under her breasts, pushing them together while the elbow of her other arm rested on the supporting arm's wrist, her glass of wine hovering by her cheek. Her naked hip was cocked to one side as she studied the four sets of lingerie, occasionally taking a sip of wine.

Reaching down without a word, she picked up a turquoise set, walked back to the bathroom, put her glass on the counter and removed the underwear from the hangers before cutting off the tags and laying them flat on the counter. She leaned over the tub and turned off the water. Her son looked in her deep brown eyes as she walked back to the bed wearing only that single purple bra. Her hand grazed across his right shoulder as she reached behind him to pick up the other three sets. He watched her bend at the waist, giving him a peek of her perfect pink pussy while she placed the lingerie in her drawer.

Still without a word, his mother walked over to him and straddled his waist, lowering herself onto his lap, her arms wrapping around his shoulders. She kissed him softly and deeply. He held his beer in one hand and his other hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her close. He had been swelling as he watched her, but now the head of his erection bumped her ass as she sat on his lap.

"Would you come take a bath with me?" she whispered into his mouth.

"I would love nothing more, mom."

She smiled and kissed him once more, grazing his lips with her own. Sliding back, she planted her feet back on the floor on the outside of his legs and extended her hand. He took her hand and she backed away, not really helping him up. She never let go of his hand as she led him to the large garden tub under the plate glass window that overlooked the backyard. She took his beer from his hand and he stepped into the tub, holding the side as he lowered himself into the mound of bubbles that smelled like lavender. 




Man of the House Ch. 07



Erin returned from her run just as the garage door was opening. As she walked up the driveway, her mom was backing out. Erin pulled the ear buds out when her mother stopped and rolled down the window.

"Hey, sweetie."

"Hi, mom."

"Listen, would you start on dinner tonight so that we can eat pretty quickly after I get home? Cory's still trying to get caught up on his rest and if the three of us are going to have some time together, we don't need a late dinner." She smiled as she asked, a twinkle in her eye.

"Sure," Erin agreed. "I have to go to the school this afternoon for final registration, but I should be back by around 4. I can start then."

"Sounds good. God, I'm like a schoolgirl," her mother giggled, covering her face with her hands. "I'm so nervous and excited at the same time."

"I know," Erin laughed. "I am, too! OH! I also want you to try out my new toy, so can I bring it?"

"Of course! Okay, so I have to get to work, but I'll see you tonight. I love you."

"Love you, too." Erin squeezed her mom's hand, resting on the door frame before backing up and making her way in through the garage as her mother backed out of the driveway.

She took a shower, got dressed and was in the middle of eating breakfast when the front door opened and Cory walked in, his t-shirt and jeans streaked with warehouse dust. His work boots were worn down enough that the steel toe was exposed in a little patch on each boot. He plopped down in a chair at the table, untying his boots as he talked to his sister.

"Hey, gorgeous."

"Hey, stud."

"I'm exhausted. I'm so glad school is starting next week and the strike is over. I'm ready for a routine again," he said, shaking his head. Once he dropped the second boot onto the tile floor, he plopped back in the wood chair with a sigh.

"Yeah, I have to go sign my final registration today."

"Really? Mind if I tag along? I need to pay up and sign mine, too."

"Sure. Megan was supposed to go, but she had to bail because she discovered an error and has an appointment tomorrow. My appointment isn't until 2:30."

"Good. I can take a shower and get some sleep. This strike kicked my ass. I didn't realize it until it was over."

"Let me get you some breakfast before you go upstairs," she offered as she stood up.

"Thanks." He swatted at her ass as she walked past, getting a good shot on her running shorts and causing her to squeal, whipping her head around in mock anger before rubbing her ass, her face fading into a smile.

While she warmed him some microwave waffles and some bacon he thought he should get her opinion.

"Erin," he asked nervously, "Can I ask you a question."

"Sure."

"Okay, I guess a couple of questions."

"Go ahead," she said, not even turning around, focusing on the task of getting a glass and pouring his juice.

"First, I know I've spent more time with mom than I have with you. I'm sorry about that. I don't want to neglect you or make you resent what's going on here."

"Don't worry about it," she said, turning around to rest on the counter. "It's cool. First, I know this is new to all of us, but I also know I can go to Megan any time I want. You're all mom has. I'm cool sitting back a little so she can get what she needs. Besides, while the strike was on, mom and I spent a lot of nights together without you. And you and I have had some time without her. I don't think any of us can really expect this to be something where we spend the exact same amount of time together." She turned back around when the microwave beeped and pulled his plate out, replacing the bacon plate with the waffle plate. "Relationships don't work that way anyway, right? All three of us will have to give and sacrifice for the others. If we all try to meet each other's needs, we can all be happy. So, no, I'm not upset about it. I'm glad to see mom so happy. She needs a good man in her life and at least right now, that's you." 

When the microwave beeped again she placed the waffles and bacon on a different plate together while her brother spoke.

"I guess you're right. I love you both so much that I don't want to hurt either one of you." Cory spoke as his sister walked toward him with the plate before sitting on his lap, his hand resting on her thigh. "This whole thing started with you and me and then we brought mom in together. I don't want you to think I want her more than you. It's just different with her, you know?" His sister fed him a piece of bacon.

"I know, Cor. It is different. She wants and needs different things than I do and right now she needs you much more than I do. I've had a few good boyfriends, so I know what it's like to be treated well. Mom has spent more than half her life being treated like trash by a man who promised to love and take of her. I think she's relearning what it means to be cared for. You're doing that for her. I can be her girlfriend, her shopping buddy, her confidant. I can even be her lover. But I can't be her man. I can't provide her with a loving man's touch and help her regain that confidence that only a man can help her recover. You can do that for her. And I've never seen her so happy as I have in the last few weeks that she's been with you, Cory. You're good for her. For both of us."

His heart melted as she talked about what Cory gave to them both, but especially to their mother. He had never thought of his role that way. Because he's not a woman, he couldn't understand, so he was glad that his sister was willing to explain that to him. And he was especially glad that she was so open and understanding.

"Is that all?" she asked, stealing a bite of his bacon.

"Well, I had to ask about that before I got your opinion on this next question." He took a deep breath, still nervous about asking his sister her opinion. She didn't say anything, but raised her eyebrows as if waiting for him to finish the story. "Vanessa wants another date." Erin smiled and nodded. "But I don't know what to do. I can't afford to go bigger than I did last time, but I also don't want to downgrade, know what I mean?"

"Oh, yeah, I know what you mean. But let me let you in on a little secret. Vanessa's not going out with your wallet. She's going out with your heart. What you need to do is take what you know about her, and plan something you can afford. She knows what you make and knows she can't depend on you to provide for her. She just wants to spend time with you. Do something where the two of you can just relax."

"So it's not going to be bad if I can't do something nice for her every time?" 

"What did your other girlfriends think?"

Cory laughed at that. "Yeah, well, going out with a high school girl is different from going on a date with an older, sophisticated woman like Vanessa."

"A woman who knows more about you than anyone you've ever been with. Your first impression was made a long time ago. Remember, she's seen you poop in your pants. That was your first impression. Anything that doesn't involve you doing that is an upgrade," she laughed.

Cory laughed and shook his head. "I guess you're right. I have to remember that even though Vanessa is a stage name, all I'm really doing is going out to spend time with mom."

"There you go," she said as she stood up and took the seat next to him. "The lines are blurry, of course, but you don't have to impress Vanessa. She just wants to know you want to be with her. After that, believe me, she'll enjoy whatever you do. Just remember what you know about her and go from there. It'll be fine." 

She smiled at her brother as he thought about what she had said. After a few seconds, he nodded with a smile. "That makes sense. It gives me some things to think about. Thanks, Erin."

"No problem, stinky." She took a bite of her own breakfast, which had been interrupted by her brother's questions. She winked at him and he smiled back, shaking his head at being called "stinky."

After a shower, Cory fell into bed, confident that his sister would wake him up in time to leave for the school. His mind reeled with thoughts of how to spend next weekend with Vanessa and so far he was coming up short. "Remember what you know about her," his sister's voice echoed in his head.

Cory lulled as his bed shifted, jarring him slightly. As he lay on his side he felt a hand on his naked back, then wrap around his ribs, tickling him enough to cause him to shift.

"There it is," he heard a mumble, still too asleep to really comprehend it. He felt the gentle touch caress his dick and the hand start to glide lightly up and down his shaft. "Cory," he heard a quiet voice. "I'm going to blow you now, okay?" The voice didn't wait for a response, but instead the hand adjusted his now full erection before he felt the moist warmth enveloping his head and part of his shaft.

"Mmm," he moaned, stirring awake and rolling onto his back a little more.

"That's better," the voice said, still quietly. Cory felt the mouth and hand working in tandem, becoming more assertive in bringing him pleasure.

"God, Erin."

"Erin?!"

Cory's eyes shot open. OH, SHIT!

"Megan! What the fuck?!" Cory screamed, scrambling back away from his sister's best friend.

"Me, what the fuck? Why are you calling your sister's name when I sucked your dick?" she asked, her face in shock.

Erin practically slammed into the door frame from her run down the hall. "Megan! What the hell are you doing in Cory's room?!" she asked.

"Oh, I can explain my side. That's easy. Your explanation is going to be much harder. Why is your brother calling your name with his dick in my mouth?"

"Erin, why is Megan in my room when I'm sleeping?" Cory was still pissed, but more than that, he was scared.

"She just showed up a little while ago for a swim and when I went to the bathroom," she turned to look Megan in the eye, her anger obvious, "I guess she thought she should just come in here and suck you off."

Megan just shrugged with a crooked smile. "Something like that. Come on, we all know he likes me. But apparently not as much as he likes his sister. Not that I can blame him."

Erin started, "Megan, I can explain..." before Cory cut her off.

"We talked about it," he jumped in, "just like we told you. What we didn't tell you was that the desire is mutual. But we still agreed not to act on it." He sighed and hung his head. "Erin doesn't know I still fantasize about her."

Erin stood there in disbelief at what her brother was doing. The look on her face was obvious.

"I'm sorry, Erin. I know we said we can't do anything and we need to try to move on, but it's so hard. You're so beautiful," he said, looking at her. "I shouldn't be using you to fuel my fantasies. I'm sorry." 

Megan appeared to be having a hard time believing the story. Her eyes were squinted and she looked at Cory sideways.

Erin figured she'd better act fast. "Fuck you, Cory! Fuck you! You promised! We had a deal! That day with Megan was a mistake. God," she said, her eyes welling with tears as she looked to the ceiling, "I should have left when you walked out there, Cory. You never should have been out there in the first place! I can't fucking believe this!" With that, she stormed out and Cory and Megan sat in silence listening to the door slam and as they heard her Forerunner start up and fade into the distance.

Megan looked uncharacteristically sheepish. She was obviously stunned into silence. Cory plopped over to his side and covered his head with his pillow. His stomach was in knots. God, he thought, I hope I played that right.

"Is that true, Cory?" she asked quietly.

"Is what true?" he was obviously irritated.

"That Erin didn't know and that you only thought about her in your fantasies?"

"Yeah, Megan. That's how it was... Shit! I fucked up big time!" He rammed his fist into the mattress.

"No, I fucked up," she corrected. She took a deep breath. "I'm really sorry, Cory. I just saw you lying here naked and wanted to wake you up for a little fun. I thought you would like it. I didn't know...that..."

"Yeah, well I didn't know you would come into my room and try to suck my dick while I slept!" He sat up abruptly. The fire in his eyes burned through her conscience.

Megan didn't have any answers or any defense. She backed away unconsciously, afraid of the verbal beat down she was about to receive, but bracing herself for it.

Instead, Cory sighed again and looked past her at the wall. "How the hell am I going to clean this up?"

"Let me talk to her," Megan offered. She started digging her phone out of her pocket. "I can try to explain that..."

"Don't."

"But, Cory..."

"I think you need to leave."

"Cory," she begged, her eyes turning red.

"Good bye, Megan."

Cory watched in silence as his sister's friend stood up off his bed and walked out his bedroom door. A moment later the front door closed and he listened to her car rumble to life before fading into the distance. 

He reached for his phone, hoping he had played this right.

The picture on Erin's phone told her to answer. She was both nervous and relieved. She had hoped he would call before Megan did or else she wouldn't know what to say.

"Hey."

"Hey, gorgeous." He sounded apprehensive.

"Thank you, Cory."

"Whew," he laughed. "I was hoping you were playing along. I got scared for a minute there. You deserve an Oscar."

She laughed. "Best Actor in an Overly Dramatic Scene."

"I honestly thought you were sucking me off, so I didn't even open my eyes. It just kind of slipped out."

"Well, how could you know that she was going to sneak into your room? I didn't know it, and I was awake when she came over!" Erin was incredulous. "It's fine, Cory, really. I think you were convincing enough that she won't dig too deep, at least for a while."

"I debated on letting her in on it, but you and I hadn't talked about it. And then I didn't know what it would mean for mom. I figured if I took the blame for it as fantasy then it would kind of kill it. I hope it worked."

"I think it did."

"So now we have to make up with Megan."

"Let me take care of that. I'll call her tomorrow and work things out. She needs to simmer through it in order to make it believable. I can't make up with her too soon or it won't seem real. She'll live, though."

"Okay. So where are you now?"

"At the park waiting for your call. I'll be home in a few minutes. It's almost time to leave."

"I'll be ready in a few minutes."

"Good."

Cory rode shotgun as Erin took the winding back roads to the college, stopping for lunch at a hole-in-the-wall steak sandwich place on the way. One of her ex-boyfriends had introduced her to it and she sometimes likes to stop on the way to or from school.

As she took a bite of her ribeye sandwich, Cory said, "How come I've never heard of this place before? I've never had a steak sandwich like this."

"I don't know," she shrugged, her cheek full of steak and bread. "If it weren't for Marty, I wouldn't know about it either."

"Marty brought you here?" he laughed.

"Shut up," she said, throwing a fry at him.

"Arty Marty? 'I'm Marty and I like to pretend I'm a painter so I can see girls nekkid,'" mocked Cory with a stupid look on his face before they both cracked up laughing.

"Hey," Erin said through her laughter, "It worked, didn't it? He got me to pose naked for him."

"Yeah, but you're a slut," he retorted in a matter-of-fact tone. Her jaw dropped in shock, her eyes wide before she threw another fry at him. He picked it up off the table and ate it. "Mmm. More fries."

Erin asked him about his thoughts for his date with Vanessa and they discussed that for a while as they finished their lunch. He mentioned some ideas and she would give him some things to think about. They asked each other questions and pretty soon it seemed that he had a basic idea for their date. He only hoped she would go along with it.

The ride to the school was pretty lighthearted and they spent the rest of the drive making jokes and telling stories. It had been a while since they had spent any brother-sister time together and Cory had missed it. Once on campus they made their way to the registrar's office and finished their business there before writing checks at the business office. As Erin had predicted, they were done by about 3:15, giving them enough time to be home at a little after 4.

"So," Cory said as they drove out the main gate of the campus. "Megan."

"Yeah," she sighed. "Megan." She shook her head.

"How do you think you're going to handle that?"

"I have to find a way to make it less awkward. I don't want her to be nervous around me after this, so I have to make it go away. I've been thinking about it and I should probably send her a text tonight and see if we can talk tomorrow. On the one hand, it has to be believable, but she knows I don't hold grudges, so I need to make up with her pretty quickly or it could do some serious damage to our relationship."

"Did I mess you guys up, Erin?" he asked, concerned.

"No, nothing like that," she blurted, shaking her head.

"Okay. Good. I didn't want that. I was just trying to protect our family."

"I know, Cor," she smiled. She put her hand on his knee and squeezed it for just a second before returning her hand to the steering wheel. "I think I need to approach it from the standpoint that our initial reaction was simply from shock, you know. We overreacted, got upset, but had time to think about it and talk about it, we made up, came to an understanding, and wanted things to be cool with her, too. I think that would explain the reaction, the accusations, and the quick make-up with her. That should settle it pretty well, I think."

Cory could see that working, so he slowly nodded as he ran it through in his mind. "Yeah. I could see that. Do I have a part in this?"

"Nah. Just be awkward the first time you see her. In other words, act natural." She winked at him and he just smiled and shook his head.

The garage door buzzed to life at 5:20 and Erin took that as her cue to get up off the couch and pull the salad out of the fridge and pour the tea. Cory came downstairs at the sound of the garage door and rounded the corner just as his mother walked in from the garage.

"Hey, guys," she said happily. 

"Hey, mom," replied Cory at the same time his sister blurted out, "Hey." He met her in the middle of the living room, giving her a quick kiss on the lips and taking her brief case and jacket while she made her way to Erin, who also received a kiss on the lips.

"Oh, wow, guys! This looks great. Thank you so much." She eyed the table, which hosted honey-roasted pork chops, mashed potatoes, yeast rolls, and red beans.

"Glad you think so. The only thing left is for Cory to toss your salad."

Cory whipped his head around at his sister, his eyes wide. She burst into a fit of laughter. She handed him the large salad bowl with the wooden salad servers.

"Let me go change and I'll be ready to eat," their mother said, apparently missing the reference. As soon as she walked up the stairs, Erin started laughing again.

"Oh, relax, Cory," she laughed. "When you passed out last night, mom and I stayed up and had some girl talk."

"What did you talk about?" he asked, trying to be nonchalant while he mixed the salad in the bowl.

"Now, if I told you that, it wouldn't be girl talk, would it?" She winked at him before taking the bowl and carrying it to the table.

They finished getting the tea poured and made sure all the condiments were on the table as their mother finished getting changed.

"Whew, that's better," they heard her say as she turned the corner from the stairs. Their eyes both bugged out as they saw their mother.

"Is there a problem?" she asked, one hand on her hip.

"No, mom. Just..."Erin stuttered.

"Wow," said Cory.

Erin nodded. "Exactly."




Man Of The House Ch. 07



A stiff, shiny cock is its own reward! Mike was in a self-congratulatory mood. The past six weeks had brought him pleasure beyond his dreams. Two beautiful women were willing slaves to his every deviant desire. 

One was a co-ed, nineteen years old with an athlete's body and just beginning to explore the ways of bi-sexuality and sado-masochism. Her name was Jenny. She was tall and lithe. Her dark complexion was supplemented by daily workouts on the beach. The sun added light streaks to her jet-black hair and set off the sparkles in her brown eyes. She had firm, high breasts of 34d measurement with rippling abdominals and strong, lean legs. Her eyes could be quick to anger or doey when submissive. And her flirty pink lips often flashed a lovely smile. Sexy and servile.

The other was a MILF from any man's fantasy. She was in her early forties, not as tall as the first and a few pounds heavier, but the overall package was one of extreme sex appeal. She lost her initial reticence and now accepted completely, her submissive sexual nature. She obeyed commands and hastened to please her master. She wanted to explore her sexuality and to experiment with all the emotions and cravings her body had to offer. And she was happy and eager to offer her body to a master who made her feel so wonderful. 

She carried a little extra weight around her hips and ass, and her meaty double-ds laid heavy on her chest, the nipples not always standing straight out. Her long legs were well-muscled and toned from walking and biking and her silky, raven locks fell in waves around her heart-shaped face. Like the younger woman, Karen had olive skin and lustrous dark eyes that could melt steel when on her knees, looking up at you. And she enjoyed giving and receiving all the joys of the new sexual horizon that had been opened up to her.

Both women followed his rules and blossomed under the discipline he exercised. They were secure in their bodies and learned to accept and playfully explore each other and to understand their roles in this unusual sexual dynamic. And most unusual of all, and the greatest thrill to Mike, and kinkiest perversion to the women; was that they were all family! Michael had captured and enslaved his mother and his young sister. And the women were discovering that the taboo nature of this incestuous tryst was mentally and physically, the greatest orgasmic release they could have ever imagined. 

It worked like a classroom. Mike laid out rules and applied punishments if called for. Spankings, rough sex, denying sex, or the threat of expulsion from the house. The girls were rewarded with charge cards, luxury items and bone-rattling orgasms. It only took a few days for them to be properly trained. 

Each woman knew that underwear was forbidden in the house. And that while in Michael's vicinity, his hands were free to cup and fondle their large boobs. He was also always likely to demand that their pants be lowered for his entry, or that at the snap of his fingers, one or both of them, was to drop to her knees and suck his cock. Michael instructed them that his seed was never to be squandered. If for any reason he pulled his cock from a body orifice, to bathe their tits, face or ass with cum; they were to lap up what they could reach with their tongues, and scoop the rest by hand into their mouths. They were no longer embarrassed or hesitant at touching, licking or penetrating each other. And they had learned to enjoy the taste and texture of his semen, and to develop an appetite for it. 

Michael should have been in seventh heaven but ofcourse, he needed to improve on his perfect situation. A combination of laziness and audacity gave Mike the idea that he could push the envelope to a higher degree of sexual deviancy. Sex was not enough, dominance wasn't enough, he wanted to be the ring master. He formulated a plan to enhance his authority and further subjugate the women for his personal gratification. 

Today, Karen came home from her run, showered and applied a touch of perfume. She glided into Michael's office/bedroom and slid seductively onto the big bed and immediately began stroking her master's cock. She loved the feel of it's fleshy thickness in her hands. When she ran her tongue along the rim of it's mushroom head, she marveled at the slight variations of thickness and the opening slit allowed her to taste the pre-cum oozing from the tip. She slobbered saliva down the immense column of skin and was awed by the big blue veins bulging just beneath the surface. Then she sucked the monstrous, purplish knob into her mouth and guided the giant rod into her cheek where she could coat it with her spit and massage it with her raspy tongue. She hummed as she sucked.

Mike knew she enjoyed the sensation and she was specially aroused by the lewd implications of a mother sucking the cock of her first born. "Suck it deep, Karen, take my cock into your throat the same way your nasty cunt devours it. Jerk the shaft with your hand and swallow my cock down to the roots." He kept a steady stream of sexual banter that he knew, ignited her passion. "Pump my hot tool into your slutty mouth and use your other hand on that dirty pussy. I want you fingering your pussy and your tight little ass when I feed you." Her compliance was total. 

Karen worked furiously to manipulate her holes with her left hand while rubbing his cock with her right and plunging it into her hungry mouth. Her moans were complimented by Mike's grunts and both of them could feel the climax building. "Suck me bitch. I'm gonna fill you up, you skanky slut." Filthy descriptions acted on her like an aphrodisiac. Her vagina began to quiver and the reservoir inside her burst. Her fingers were deluged with her vaginal fluids, and her entire body shook. Michael's huge cock gushed a flood of dense, viscous cum blasting against the back of her throat, faster than she could swallow. The remainder seeped from her lips to run down her chin and drop in long, pearly strands onto her warm tits. 

"Ah gawd, you're the best mother fuck'n, cock sucker I've ever seen. I love how you suck and the look of my cum splattering on your big tits. You are a good slave and I'm going to reward you. Bring that bag over hear." 

Karen was laughing along with him and joked that Michael was the "mother-fucker!" She scraped the cum from her tits and licked her fingers clean, savoring the salty liquid. The rest dried in flakes on her belly as she scrambled to the dresser to retrieve his gym bag. 

"Karen, get showered and come back to bed. I have a present for you and I want to see you in it." These 'gifts' most often turned out to be push-up bras or crotchless undies, Mike had very little tact and even less style. But Karen craved the attention and relished the pleasure they both received. Besides, even as a small child, she loved dress-up games and never, ever got to wear slutty, trampy lingerie! Whatever Mike gave her, she was certain they would both get a kick out of it. 

She had a scent of lavender and baby powder, when she opened the bedroom door. She wore a fluffy white towel wrapped around her otherwise nude body and was running a brush through her lustrous mane of silky, black hair. Her coppery skin glistened with a thin layer of oil and her nails and lips shined a deep, crimson red. Her beautiful, big brown eyes lit-up when she spied the bundles of tissue paper with the pink ribbons. 

"Can I open them now, master?" She teasingly kissed a wet line along the slow-growing length of Mike's tool. His cock lazily began to uncoil to it's full, gigantic dimensions. Mike draped his own hand around his meat and alternately tightened and loosened his grip as he slowly jerked it. He pointed to the first wrapped present and delighted as Karen ripped through the paper to get to her prize. 

For just a second; Mike was transformed back to holiday mornings when his mother would be truly excited about some little, hand made knick-knack, that he would give to her with a six-year old's innocent smile. Today the innocence was long gone and the smile was that of The Big Bad Wolf about to blow down the straw house. The "gift" was some sort of leather-bundled stick. 

She untied the laces and warily examined the c ontents. The sleek, black outfit turned out to be what could best be described as a vest. Mostly leather thongs and just enough material to conceal her pouty, brown nipples. Still, she tried it on instantly, and marveled at the feel of soft, warm cow-hide on her bare flesh. The "stick" was found to be a leather riding crop that cut through the air with a whistle and was padded, just enough to make a sharp thwack against her thigh, without slicing the skin or raising a welt. 

She took a judicious approach to these gifts that at once offered the promise of both pleasure and pain. "Thank you, master," she cooed appreciatively. "I've never seen anything quite like this." She watched Michael stroking his cock and leaned down to kiss the tip, getting a slightly salty taste. Karen darted her tongue out to begin her routine and express her thanks when Michael surprised her. "There's more, open this one, now." He offered.

She reached for the second package which had an oddly similar appearance. A piece of leather material again wrapped around another long, flexible rod. This outfit was a crotch piece, also black leather, with Velcro straps, to be worn instead of panties. With very suspicious openings at the front and rear. She immediately recognized the rod. An eighteen inch long, double-ended dildo, as thick around as her arm. With heads on either end like doorknobs. A sense of foreboding trickled into her head. 

Her eyebrows arched tentatively and a rosy blush colored her cheeks as her mind raced to determine the implications of this gift. She hesitantly offered another "thank you" and again began to lick the tip of his straining cock, that Mike was now pumping with new intensity. She saw on his face, a great lascivious smile and could see that his mind was also pondering the erotic effect of these surprises. 

Again, he detoured her willing mouth from his cock and pointed to one last oddly-shaped package. As she tore through the bundle, her expressive eyes flashed at the most beautiful pair of thigh high, four inch heeled, black leather boots she had ever seen. They were of a gladiator style with leather fittings that tied around her toned, muscular legs. And matched perfectly the vest she had on and even complimented the obscene dildo harness that she was still slightly scared to handle. The final present was inside one of the boots and seemed to be a cross between the crop and the dildo. This was a flexible cat-o-nine-tails with long soft leather strips attached. And the wound handle came to a huge, bulbous end that could only serve one purpose in fitting with the theme of her gifts. 

She eagerly laced the boots on to her shapely, bronzed legs and cinched the vest to best show-case her double-ds. The dildo and it's rigging remained on the bed, she eyed it like a snake in the grass. Karen moved to the mirror to get a full-length appraisal of her slutty, seductive costume. Cracking the whip through the air, she spun several times on her toes, watching her breasts bounce and enjoying the definition in her calves, thighs and buttocks. She asked Mike if she should strap on the harness and it's long rubber attachment. 

"Not quite yet," he mused. "I don't want to get it all stained. Take off everything and come suck me. You'll get to try it out soon." Michael checked his watch and then positioned Karen on her knees at the edge of the bed. He was so excited, he lasted only a few moments before filling her mouth with his seed. With a sharp slap on her rump, he turned her around and proceeded to fill her hungry pussy. It took a little effort to work it up again but using his vivid imagination of things to come, he was able to fuck his mother for another ten minutes. Long enough for her orgasm to build and simmer in her vagina, then suddenly burst and coat his tool with her hot fluids. 

Mike had one more surprise for her. "This next time, you're in charge." He laid back on the bed, his limp penis slowly draining semen on his belly. A mysterious smile curled at his lips. "Now put your outfit back on, grab some lube from the table and your whip, and give me a second to recover. This will be a test for you and I hope you perform well." When she saw his quizzacle smile she became very apprehensive. 

Karen's mind raced a mile a minute. She laced on the vest and tightened the Velcro straps on the undies around her hips. When she stood up in her heels and leggings, her luscious body clad in black leather, with whip and dildo; his balls began to stir and his loins were percolating. He handed her the big, rubber dong. "I think it's time. I want you to suck on one end of this dildo and insert it into your hot snatch. Then lock down and lube the other end of it. This is going to be exciting." 

Her mind was a blur. She took the long rubber dick and started to work it over with her full, lush lips. It's girth was impressive and she had never seen anything of this fantastic scale. Michael was still instructing but Karen was mesmorized by the enormous phallus. She slobbered down it's sides and began to ease it into her waiting gash. Her pussy stretched to engulf the familiar shape she cherished so much. The warm tingle she craved returned, and her body's fluids began to heat up and flow freely. While she fed one end of the elastic serpent into her vagina she dribbled some lubricant on to the large protuberance at the other end. Her hand worked the grease along the thick, shiny rod and her imagination shifted into overdrive. 

Michael was saying something about starting easy, but taking control and using the whip. She was only catching a few words, as she was spellbound at the idea of pegging Michael. And getting a little touch of revenge for all the spankings and "tortures" administered to her ass in this very room. She stole a glance in the mirror and was shocked at her appearance and highly aroused at the look of the woman staring back at her. An olive-complected woman with sparkling brown eyes and raven black hair; decked out like a porn-queen dominatrix with high-heeled boots laced to her muscular thighs and a leather whip dangling from her wrist. One more thing stood out. The leather strap-on was shiny with lube and the black rubber cock protruding from her swollen twat poked out about ten inches. It's sleek bulbous head looked ominous and the vision she spied of a fallen angel was firing her pussy like a steam engine. 

"Could this really be happening?" She thought to herself. "After all the rules and lessons, the spankings and punishment, has it come to this? Does My son want me to sodomize him and dominate him in this way?" Karen could feel a tidal wave mounting between her thighs, and her perky, brown nipples were brushing hard against the leather bra. Mike had never shown any inclination towards submission or sharing any of his power over them. Now, was he about to let his mom shove a gigantic, rubber cock up his ass?

Her reverie was interrupted when she heard his voice speaking excitedly. He was coating his own cock with lube and stretching it out to it's accustomed eight inches when he issued another command. "Go into the bathroom and wait for me to call you. Keep that thing lubed and I'll tell you when I'm ready. It shouldn't be long now." He said as he stroked his erection to it's full, majestic endowment. 

"When you come back in, I want you to take the lead. Crack the whip, literally. Demand that your orders are followed and use whatever force or threat necessary. Show me what kind of domineering bitch you can be!" Michael fired her imagination to it's boiling point. She pictured herself in her leather, dominating him. Smacking his ass with her whip and standing with her high-heeled boots astride his backside as she stormed his ass with her mammoth cock. 

She hurried into the bathroom and gripped the huge rod impaling her. She wanted desperately to drive it inside her aching pussy and soothe the volcano erupting inside her. With every ounce of restraint she could muster, she sat on the edge of the tub, delicately rubbing her sensitive nipples and squeezing her thighs together to calm her emotions. But she knew that she would soon explode. 

Karen was lost in her imaginings. Rehearsing the phrases and gestures she would use. Anticipating the delicious satisfaction she would derive by applying a tiny dose of retaliation. She rubbed more lube on the polished tool. With each stroke of the huge phallus, the other end drove deeper inside her and stimulated her clit, filling her with excitement beyond belief. Her vagina was leaking fluids, her cum oozing down her legs, when finally she heard her master's voice calling. She shuddered, hoping she could stand and walk with this tremendous feeling, gushing inside her. She burst through the door, "cock in hand," and was looking to drill a fresh new target. 

At the first sight of the lean tight ass on the bed, her sexual psyche went into overdrive. Bent over, head down and ass up, facing away from her, her target was exposed and locked in. Karen strode in to the room like a Viking invader. "I want that ass. (the whip cracked!) I'm gonna fuck that tight little hole 'til you beg for mercy. And there won't be any 'cause then I'm gonna shove this big cock in your mouth till you faint!"

With that, her lovely daughter Jenny twisted her head around, long hair flying and brown eyes as big as saucers. It was Jen's ass she was targeting. Jenny between Michael's legs, engaged in fellatio, and being held in place by Michael's firm grip. 

Jenny gasped, then shrieked in surprise at the sight of her mother in black leather boots, bra and strap-on. With the sudden realization that her cute, shapely bottom was about to be ravaged by this incestuous, pseudo-lesbian, attacker. 

Karen saw now, that Mike had orchestrated the entire affair. He knew when Jen would be home and that she would be naked, with her firm, tiny ass positioned perfectly for this blind-side invasion. Jenny was an unsuspecting victim to this, but still, the anal-rape sequence was a fantasy she had always toyed with. 

Karen saw that they had been totally manipulated and this was the test Mike had mentioned. Jen's eyes, reading the situation, drooped. She knew her ass would serve as the sacrifice, it had happened before, so why not her mother? Karen recalled Mike's admonition about being a good slave. She knew that she was intended to rape her own daughter. This was her reward. 

Karen marshaled all her nerve and spread Jen's legs. She gripped the greasy hunk of rubber, feeling the short end inside her, and drove the remaining length into Jenny's quivering bum. Jenny lifted her lips from Mike's erection, for only the time it took for her mother's dildo to plow inside her. The lubed rod filled her completely and Karen started a pushing-pulling motion that pistoned the enormous double-ended dick into the both of them. 

"Karen, make her feel it. I want her to give me the best blow-job of her life." Mike ordered. She summoned the experience she knew from being on the receiving end so often, and caught the stern expression on Mike's face. This had better be stimulating and exciting. She felt the tug of her "cock," and spied the helpless figure of her assault victim beneath her. She realized at this moment, she wanted to control this little bitch and experience the power surge of fucking a helpless woman at her total control. 

Karen smacked Jenny's exposed ass with her whip then gripped her vulnerable hips with both hands, plunging the latex pecker into that cute, tiny rear-end. "Take that cock, you dirty little slut," she railed at her daughter. "Your ass belongs to me, whore. And I'm going to fuck you 'til you plead for mercy." 




Man Of The House Ch. 07



Jenny, surprised and slightly terrified, turned and started to protest. "Mom, what...why?..."

Another sharp crack across her buttocks silenced her. "Call me Mistress Karen, and only speak when your told. Now get back to blowing your master and swallow his cum. If you miss a single drop, I'll fuck your slutty ass all night long!" She punctuated her threat with another lash from her whip. 

Mike was so extremely turned on, he could hold back no longer. He grasped Jen's long black hair and heaved his hips off the mattress. His swollen cock fired like a cannon. He shot a wad of creamy, hot semen into her mouth and continued to pump his magnificent tool inside her. She gulped and gagged, struggling for air. After all the practice, she was still not prepared for the gallons of sticky, gooey sperm cascading down her throat and coating her cheeks and tongue with his salty fluids. 

She had to twist his cock free just to breathe and the excess cum poured from her lips. Like white-water rapids, it seeped down her chin and splashed on her tits. She swallowed what she could and scrambled to mop the rest up with her fingers, slurping and sucking with zest. 

Karen reached around her and squeezed her flopping tits. She spread the cum around Jen's abdomen and layered it on her nipples, thrusting her fingers in Jen's mouth as she played. "Bathe in that cum, slut. Worship your master's seed and beg him to fuck your worthless pussy. Turn around now, and suck my cock, you filthy bitch." 

Michael was flabbergasted. Karen yanked her beautiful daughter by her sweaty, ebony locks and spun her around so that the lubed-up, sopping dildo was poised against her lips. "Open up slut, suck my cock and taste the flavor of your ass on my hot fuck-stick. Your master is going to drill that skanky cunt of yours and teach you how to fuck." 

Karen was possessed. With each thrust of the dildo into Jen, she felt the tingle of the opposite end filling her own pussy and driving her to endless orgasms. The gigantic rod was so deep in her vagina, that Jenny only had a few inches left to suck on. The entire situation was overwhelming for Karen. As she watched her daughter; with her nose and lips pressed against her mom's trim mound, slurping at that phallic rod, the sensations came flooding to the surface. The vibrations came from deep in her vagina and shook the thick rubber dick in her tight walls. Her stomach quivered and her knees buckled as her orgasms escaped her. Four, five or more. She shook uncontrollably to a thundering climax. 

Karen collapsed on the bed, paralyzed from exhaustion. She rolled on her back with the shiny, black dildo pointing skyward like a sundial. This was the best day of her life. 

Jenny was worn out. Only in her deepest fantasies had she ever had all of her openings plugged and lathered like that. Her ass was aching and dripping with lube. Her mouth was so sore, she feared lockjaw and could taste nothing but cum. She fell face first on the bed unable to move, every orifice dripping with sperm. 

Michael fell backward on to the mountain of pillows, his cock red and spent, his body temporarily useless. He was giddy with delight but feeling like a mad scientist who had just loosed the monster. With his last conscious thought, he knew he had better find a way to corral what he had wrought. "This was way too good to stop, but if I don't find a way to control this, They're going to fuck me to death!" As he settled back with his eyes closed, he hit upon a new plan. "I know, this time I'll...

The end of ch.7.



Man of the House Ch. 07



Michelle smiled. "Glad you like it." She made her way toward them. "It looks delicious."

"It sure does," muttered Erin as she watched her mother approach. What she saw was a mature brunette in excellent shape, who had selected black high heels, black thigh high stockings, and a short black satin nightie, to eat dinner with children. Her arms, shoulders and upper chest were exposed with only two thin straps keeping the nightgown on and as she walked, the erect nipples danced invitingly with each step. The hem barely covered her ass and upper thighs. She sat down at the table, sliding into her seat at the head of it while her son and daughter refused to budge.

Michelle snickered as she said, "Well...sit down and eat."

Her children snapped out of their daze and took their seats, glancing at each other as they sat. Michelle picked up her plate and put a pork chop and scoop of potatoes and beans on it, and then handed it to Erin, who picked up a roll and placed it beside the potatoes. She handed the plate to Cory, who handed his empty plate to his mother. They repeated the process, with Erin placing a roll on her mother's plate and trading plates so that she finally placed one on her own. They began to eat in silence until their mother moaned.

They looked up at her, but her eyes were closed as she chewed. "Now this is the sweetest meat I've put in my mouth since..." she opened her eyes and looked into Cory's. "Well, since yesterday at least." She winked at him before breaking off a small piece of her roll and resting it her tongue.

Cory swallowed hard, turning flush. He took a sip of his tea and his mother looked over at his sister.

"Oh! Here, Erin," she said, putting her fork down and grabbing the salad tongs. "Would you like me to toss your salad for you?" She smiled inwardly as she heard Cory choke on his tea, but didn't move her gaze from Erin's eyes.

"Sure, mom," she whispered, her throat dry.

"Would you like a creamy dressing dribbled on it before or after I toss it?" Her voice was a little shaky and she had fire in her eyes.

"Either way is fine. I'll take it either way." Erin was starting to feel the tingle in her groin. This was not how she thought dinner would go.

"Cory," his mother's voice interrupted. He looked up and she was holding out the bottle of ranch dressing.

"Yes, ma'am?"

"Would you be a dear and jiz...drizzle something creamy on here before I serve your sister?"

He smiled, finally. "I would love to. Do you want a lot or just a little?"

"Just a taste," said Michelle, looking into his eyes. "We don't want to cover the flavor, just add to it."

Cory lightly poured a small stream around the salad. His mother reached out and grabbed the bottle around the neck, tilting it up to stop the stream before grazing her thumb around the rim to wipe up the excess. She sucked it into her mouth, withdrawing it slowly. "We don't want to waste any."

She handed the bowl to Erin and set the bottle on the table. Taking another bite of the pork, she asked, "Would someone please toss my salad while I savor this meat in my mouth?"

"I'll be happy to, mom," volunteered Erin. Scooping some into her mother's bowl, she asked Cory, "Do you have enough left to do mom?"

"I think so," he said, picking up the bottle of dressing. He began to pour it, but Erin took the bottle from his hand.

"Let me," she whispered.

He nodded and they all watched as the thick, milky dressing dribbled from the mouth of the bottle. Tilting the bottle up, Erin ran her index finger along the rim before wiping it gingerly across her lips. She set her mother's salad on the table and leaned in closely to her. Her mother met her halfway and Cory sat in stunned silence as his mother's tongue came out to clean up the dressing off her daughter's lips. She finished by nipping at the lips with her own and then leaving her lips there to receive a kiss back from her daughter. "Delicious," she whispered before sitting straight back up in her chair.

Erin looked weak when her mother withdrew. Her eyes were still closed and she was slumped over a little.

"Erin," her mother called out. Erin snapped back to the present. "Sit up and eat. You're dinner's going to get cold."

From that point on, with the exception of what their mother was wearing, the dinner seemed mostly normal. As usual, their mom asked them about their days. Erin looked over at Cory, who nodded slightly.

"Well," began Erin, "we had kind of an incident today. With Megan."

"Okay?" Mom was waiting for more details. "Incident."

"Yeah." Erin went on to explain what had happened and how they had responded to it.

"What made her think she could do that to him in the first place?" she asked, incredulous.

Cory and Erin looked at each other for a second before Cory cleared his throat to speak.

"Oh." His mother looked down at her plate and pushed at her potatoes with her fork.

"Mom," he said.

"It's okay, Cory. You don't owe me an explanation." She was trying to be okay with it, but she was also fighting feelings of...what is that? Jealousy? Was she jealous?

"Mom, listen," he said, leaning in and placing his hand on hers.

"No, Cory, it's fine."

"Mom, listen. Please." Erin interjected so that she would know how important it was to hear him.

Michelle looked back and forth between her children and nodded, focusing on her son's gentle brown eyes.

"That first night Erin and I got together, dad's last day in this house, Erin told me about her and Megan. I made some comment about how sexy she was and the two of us hatched a plan to give me an opportunity with her. Erin and I had a threesome with her, but we both focused on Megan and not each other. Megan tried to push us to try each other, but we told her we couldn't do that because we're related, but that we would think about it. Later on we talked to her and told her we couldn't do it. She didn't know that Erin and I were already sexually involved. This was also before we got involved with you. I swear, mom, that was the only time I've touched her. I haven't been with anyone but you and Erin since then. I swear."

She looked at Erin, who nodded. "That's it, mom. Honest."

"Why did she want to see the two of you together?" she asked.

"Well, Megan told me this in confidence, but she and her brother played around a little bit, but then realized it was too weird and stopped. They never had sex, just touching and kissing and stuff. So she wouldn't judge us for it; she understood the potential for attraction. It wasn't so much her trying to push us to do it so much as it was her giving us permission to act on our feelings, I guess."

"So when we told her we weren't going to do anything, she was cool with it and understood. Neither she nor I," continued Cory, "have made a move on each other since that day with Erin. So when I woke up this morning with a hand and mouth on my junk, I naturally thought it was her," he said, looking at his sister. "When I called her name, that's when Megan freaked out, and I had to act fast."

"She seemed a little smug, mom, like she had caught us."

"She did. I knew if I didn't do something, or if we let her know, it could eventually come out that we've been involved with you, too. I didn't want your secret to come out until and unless you're ready for it to."

"So that's it, then?"

"That's it," said Erin, noting a visible weight removed from her mother's countenance.

"Now what?" she asked.

"I try to make up with her. Cory and I have already talked about how we're going to do it. We'll take care of it mom. Don't worry."

"Okay," she nodded with a gentle smile. "I trust you."

"Thanks, mom," says Cory, squeezing her hand, which earned a return squeeze.

"Now, let's finish our dinner so we can relax," she said, smiling before taking a small bite of her mashed potatoes.

The rest of dinner was relatively quiet, the three of them shifting internally between excitement at the upcoming rendezvous and their own perspectives of the dinner conversation.

Even so, Michelle could not forget what she was wearing, and why, and continued to maintain a level of sexual arousal. Neither Erin nor Cory could forget what she was wearing, either, and they both continued to look over at her as they ate, examining the beauty of her face, the skin of her upper chest, the outline of her erect nipples, and piecing those views with the memory of her walk through the kitchen. While Cory had to make a few adjustments to his cock, his sister simply squirmed in her seat or pressed her thighs together to stimulate herself.

Michelle dropped her napkin on her plate and said, "Thank you for dinner. That was delicious."

Cory said, "Erin did everything, and she's right, Erin. It was great. Thanks." He stood as his sister accepted their thanks, and he picked up his own plate before reaching for his mom's. 

"Cory, let me do that," his mother said, standing. 

"It's no problem, mom. You rest. You, too, Erin." He walked around the table and placed the plates on the counter, turning back to pick up his sister's. As he scraped the plates into the trash can and placed them in the dishwasher, the two ladies took the initiative to clear the rest of the table and to begin putting leftovers away. His mother turned on the hot water in the sink, pouring dish soap in so it could run while she put the pork chops in a zipper bag. 

Turning off the water, she dipped the casserole dish in the soapy water and began sponging it in the sink. Cory watched her ass move as she gently circled the dish with the sponge. He stepped up behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders while planting a kiss on the back of her neck. She hummed as he stroked down her arms. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed forward. She could feel his excitement pushing into her ass and pressed back against it.

Erin watched for only a moment before pressing herself against her brother's back and reaching her hand around to squeeze his chest. Her other hand pushed between he and his mother, grabbing his throbbing erection while feeling her mother's ass against the back of her hand.

One of Cory's hands cupped his mother's breast and the other glided down her hip until he felt bare skin. He pushed the hem of her gown up and moved his hand around front. He was surprised to find that she had not worn any panties. She groaned at his touch while he pushed further down to feel her wet, swollen lips.

"Shame on you, mom," he whispered. "You're not wearing any panties."

"The better to fuck you with," she retorted casually.

"Erin," he said over his shoulder.

"Yes," she said, breathlessly, her hand still stroking him.

"Come here." He took her hand off his crotch and moved her around to the side, placing her hand on their mother's pussy.

"Oh, mom," she breathed. "I didn't know you weren't wearing any panties." Her hand was smoothly, but persistently, stroking up and down over the wet skin at her fingers.

"They would only be in the way." She reached down to cup her daughter's pussy through her shorts. "See what I mean?"

Erin only nodded with her eyes closed. Her mother continued to stroke her while Erin matched her stroke for stroke.

"Do we think the kitchen is the best place to do this, or can we move to mom's room?" Cory asked, grabbing his own erection through his shorts.

Without a word, Erin pulled her hand back and took her mother's while she also sucked her mother's juices off her fingers. Leading her upstairs, Erin let go at the door to her own room, telling them to keep going. She rounded the corner of her mother's room a moment later, completely naked and holding her new purple toy. She walked in on her brother and mother making out, Cory's hand under the hem of her nightgown and her mother's hand stroking him through his shorts.

"I've missed us," said Erin, interrupting the kiss, tossing her toy on the bed before joining in the kiss, first kissing her mother and then her brother. 

"I have, too," replied her mother while she watched her children make out. She had one hand on her son's cock and one hand on her daughter's pussy, feeling two different expressions of physical arousal on her fingers: the firm heat of her son's erection and the softer moist warmth of her daughter's vagina. It thrilled her to no end to be a part of this love triangle.

The trio was a slow flurry of hands on bodies while tongue matched tongue. As Cory and Erin kissed, their mother settled onto her knees, her hands still at work on the arousal of her son and daughter. From this low, it was easier to press her middle finger up into her daughter's pussy while her thumb circled her clit. Erin gasped and sighed into her brother's mouth at her mother's touch.

Michelle had always been able to multi-task, which had made her so good at her job, full of interruptions. She had no problem continuing a persuasive conversation on the phone as her assistant slid a contract in front of her to sign, scrawling her name and making quick notes for editing, or looking at a spreadsheet as she made her case into the mouthpiece. At this very moment, however, she had one hand working rhythmically on her daughter while she wrapped her other hand around the base of her son's cock and pressed her lips all the way forward until they met the edge of her hand. 

Cory dropped his head in pleasure, catching his mother's gaze as she smiled around his girth. He smiled back and brought his hand from Erin's smooth, perfect ass, to stroke his mother's brown curls. Her eyes closed in pleasure and he felt, more than heard, her quiet moan. This caused Cory to moan in response. "God, mom, that's fantastic."

"Give me another finger, mom," Erin whined, looking down to her mother. Without stopping anything she was doing, Michelle simply unfolded her ring finger and pressed it in alongside the middle finger being buried and withdrawn from the young, pink flower, nectar flowing down over her wrist by this point. "MMmmm," Erin moaned, her hand clasping over her right breast, the familiar feeling of her nipple pressing into her palm.

Confident that Cory's hot dick was wet enough for her hand to glide freely, his mother stroked him rhythmically while she replaced her other thumb with her tongue. Erin jumped and squealed at the sudden change, but appreciated the touch of the older woman's tongue on her bean while her two fingers continued to probe steadily at her depths. 

Cory watched, enthralled, as his mother ate his sister while her hand stroked and twisted over his shaft and head. He groaned at the vision of eroticism, feeling a burning tension in his groin. He reluctantly peeled his mother's hand away as he stepped back and took a seat on the bed. His mother initially appeared dejected, but when he smiled and sat on the bed, he indicated that she should focus on Erin. She smiled back and turned to set to work on her young female lover.

He watched as his mother's face turned away from him, immediately causing his sister to jump with a gasp, pressing her hand on the top of her mother's head. Erin's eyes were closed, her head thrown back and his mom's head was working in small circles. He noticed his sister's taut form respond. Her nipples poked out from her wrinkled areola, her abs spasmed with no rhythm and even her thighs tensed up. 

It wasn't just the younger woman he paid attention to, however. His mother was a sight to behold. She had her back to him, still wearing her satin nightgown, stockings and heels. She swayed gently as she worked her daughter toward release, the satin gently tracing her form. The bottom flared with her hips, but as she knelt, it had ridden up, exposing most of beautiful ass. Cory was mesmerized. Her feet were turned in, toes almost touching, the scuffed soles of her high heels staring out at him from beneath the soft round orbs of his mother's delicious ass. He could see her dark pink anus and her flowering pussy, but he also noticed her finger disappearing and reappearing as she masturbated while pleasuring her daughter.

Just then, Erin spoke, "Fu-" she gasped. "Just like that!" Her head was forward now, her brow furrowed, mouth slightly open. Her hand was insistently pressing her mother's head forward and her hips were arched forward to her mom's mouth. "I'm cumming, mom! Shit!" With that she let out a guttural wail as her mother moaned, her finger moving faster in her own pussy before releasing a muffled grunt into her daughter's crotch while her own hips convulsed.

Cory had to have them, both of them. He stood and gently lifted his mother up under her arms, surprising her, but then bringing a giggle as he pushed her back onto the bed, causing her to flop back onto the blanket. Grabbing Erin by the arm, he pushed her to lie beside his mother. Erin wasn't even settled before Cory pushed his mother's legs back and buried his face in her now-dripping cunt.

Michelle screamed at the intrusion, her hands clamping onto Cory's head. She felt him bury his tongue into her with his mouth covering most of her, his nose pressed up against her clit, stimulating her as he moved side to side while working his tongue into her. Cory felt the ridges and lobes and soft skin of his mother's pussy on his tongue while her lips grazed his cheeks. 

Not satisfied with simply eating her, which they both enjoyed, Cory brought his hand up, rolled her hips up even further and concentrated on licking and sucking her clit so he could have room to do what they both wanted. 

"Oh, yeah!" she squealed when she felt his finger press against her backdoor. "Put it in me! Finger fuck my ass!" Cory didn't even change pace on his oral affections as he pressed forward and kept pressing, bringing a long, drawn-out moan from his mom until his middle finger was completely buried. He didn't pull his finger out, but instead slowly wiggled it around inside, looking for ways to stimulate her, and she obviously enjoyed what he was doing. "Dammit! Oh, God, that feels good!" she screamed.

Cory heard his sister moaning and looked over to catch her stroking her new toy rapidly in and out of herself. She was working on a pattern. Instead of working it straight in and out, she would curl it up slightly as she withdrew it, keeping it just inside before quickly pressing the base down and in again. "Cumming!" she squealed, pulling the toy out just as she ejected a fountain while her hips thrust uncontrollably, her legs taut and spread open.

Cory looked quickly at his mother, whose eyes were closed as she concentrated on her own pleasure. "Erin," he said, "Let's show mom your new toy."

As soon as he said "mom", Michelle's eyes opened in recognition. Cory withdrew his finger from her ass and told her to turn over while Erin was settling in on her back, her head propped up on the pillows. Michelle's face was between Erin's knees while she was on her knees and elbows. She felt Cory's tongue in her again and felt his finger pressing into her anus as he had been before.

"Go ahead," breathed her mother, "Show me what you can do with that thing." Erin smiled and pressed the curved tip to her clit, fighting to keep her eyes open as she watched her mother's interest on her recent discovery. Again Erin focused on her own pleasure, working her curved g-spot vibe as she had done before. Her mother was watching intently, occasionally closing her eyes and/or moaning as she was receiving pleasure from Erin's brother. She began to see her mother flinch from her own impending release and this pushed Erin over the edge, the stimulation from the vibrator forcing her climax out of her.

"Mom!" Erin cried. Michelle's eyes snapped open just as she watched a stream of fluid burst forth over her shoulder and soaking her back, the warmth and sight of it setting her off. She came on her son's tongue, her sphincter gripping Cory's finger as her hips spasmed. Again Erin had started using the toy, this time at a fierce pace and she called out a second time. Michelle's eyes were pinched closed in her own release, which served to protect her from a blast of hot liquid which hit her flush in the face, soaking her. Almost instinctively she opened her mouth to try and catch what she could, but the stream never hit her square. Instead she licked her lips, tasting the musky and somewhat sweet taste of her daughter's release.




Man of the House Ch. 07



Erin stared in disbelief at her mother's depravity. It was one thing not to see it coming, but it was another to chase the stream with her mouth while her son's finger was buried in her ass, his tongue in her pussy. "Holy shit, mom!" She practically lunged at her mother!

Michelle was stunned and somewhat ashamed at what she had just done. What must her children think of her? Before she could sit up to clean her face, she felt the bed bounce hard and then a hard kiss on her lips, a tongue invading her mouth. Her son's finger was quickly removed as she rolled to the side when her daughter pinned her to the bed. The tongue in her mouth quickly began taking long sweeps as it flattened against her cheeks. Her daughter moaned and in the background she heard her son mutter, "Holy fuck." Michelle brought her own hand up to wipe the dripping, and now somewhat burning, fluid from her eyes before opening them to see her daughter with a huge smile on her face hovering above her.

"Oh, my God," Erin laughed. "Mom, that was the hottest thing I've ever seen!"

"Really?" Michelle was surprised, but felt a little better, letting a smile escape.

"Oh, yeah," Erin nodded.

"Oh, HELL yeah!" Cory laughed.

"I didn't mean to. It just happened," their mom excused.

"I guess that makes you a natural sex goddess, then, mom. I've never seen anything like that." Erin was still smiling, shaking her head.

Michelle sat up and picked up the toy, still soaked in her daughter's release. "So, can I try this out?"

"Absolutely!" Erin said.

"Yay me!" Michelle giggled.

"Okay, so this is a g-spot vibe," Erin explained. "You can play with it however you want, but it's designed to be most effective only a short way in. If you can bear with the intensity, you might be able to squirt like I did. If you feel like you have to pee, you don't, so let it go. Okay?"

"Okay," she questioned, "but what I really do have to pee?"

"That doesn't matter," Cory interjected. "If you pee, you pee. So what? Just enjoy yourself."

"If it will make you feel better, you can go pee first so you know it isn't," Erin offered.

"Okay. I think I'll do that." Michelle bounced up off the bed and made her way to the bathroom before emptying her bladder and making her way back to the bed. As she came back in she saw Cory with his cock buried in his sister's mouth, her hand between her legs, working herself over. "Seriously?" she laughed. "I was gone for thirty seconds and you forget about me?" As she knelt on the be to take her place, she swatted Erin's ass hard, a resounding SMACK echoing through the room. Erin grunted and came again right then, to everyone's surprise.

"Oh, my God," Erin said, pulling off of Cory's swollen rod. "I was right on the edge, but that sent me over. That's never happened before."

"Note to self," Cory laughed.

"Okay," Michelle said, picking up the vibrator. "Back to work. Cory, let me have that," she said, reaching out for his erection. Cory knee walked over to her and pressed his dick toward her mouth. She started sucking and licking on him while her hands busied themselves down below, one circling her clit, the other learning to use Erin's toy. She would flinch and moan occasionally as she discovered the advantages of this toy over her others.

Erin sat at her mother's feet, stroking herself and watching intently as the older beautiful brunette pleasured herself with the small purple vibrator, flinching in response to its effectiveness. Not content to just watch, Erin lifted her mother's foot to remove her shoe and repeated the process with the other. Having her feet free, she kissed her mother's toes through the stockings, bringing moans and shivers from her mom. Cory enjoyed watching her, too, she could tell. Keeping eye contact with her brother, she lifted her mother's foot and licked along the sole, from the heel of her foot to the ball.

As Michelle began to experience the deep pleasure Erin's little investment was bringing her, she felt the familiar urge to pee, but forced herself not to stop. She was not going to pee on the bed in front of her children, she told herself. She continued to work that vibrator into herself and pressed the curved tip against her sensitive g-spot. Her daughter had just removed her shoes and a new sensation over took her as a jolt shot from her foot directly to her pussy, kicking her arousal up a notch.

Erin now had her thumb pressed against her mother's heel and was waiting for her to really approach the edge. Her mom's leg was tensing against her, her abs were flinching, her eyes were pinched closed and she was moaning almost constantly now. As soon as she heard her mother's groan catch in her throat, she scraped her thumbnail forcibly and quickly across the arch of her mother's foot, seeming to force a spray from her mother, her own hand and thighs coated and the blanket darkened with her orgasm. Erin was out of range, but enjoyed watching her mother cum more than she thought she would. Dropping her mother's foot, she watched as her brother backed away and her mom tried to catch her breath.

"Wow," Michelle breathed. "That was amazing." She was greeted by a kiss from first her son, then her daughter. She smiled at them both and stroked the cheek of the one kissing her. When Erin backed away, her mother grabbed Cory's erection again and drew it to her mouth, pulling him forward. After one long lick along the underside, she pulled her knees up and said, "Erin, baby."

"Yes?" 

"Would you toss momma's salad?" She smiled nervously as she asked.

Erin felt her heart jump for a second, but then smiled and nodded. She had never done this before, but Megan had done it for her on several occasions and she loved the feelings. "It's still just skin," she had explained. "All I taste is the juice that ran down from your pussy." Erin had already eaten her mom repeatedly, so she was willing to try. Her mother watched, cock in hand, as Erin lowered herself onto her stomach and pressed against the backs of the stockings. Her mother's legs curled back even further toward her shoulders.

Erin loved the look of an aroused woman. Her mother's dark pink labia were splayed open, coated in the sheen of her excitement. Above the clit was a trimmed patch of dark hair that ended abruptly at the edges. The stockings and hem of the night shirt seemed to frame the work of art that was the brunette's center at the moment, the object of Erin's present affection. Below the flared labia was a small circle of pink wrinkles, all pointing to center. As her mother waited with expectation, Erin could see it pulse once, being drawn into itself then released.

Michelle enjoyed that first touch of her daughter's tongue on her clitoris. She flinched and moaned as a jolt of pleasure fired through her core. She was thankful for her daughter's tutor(s) and had come to appreciate the pleasure of her children's sexual freedom mixed with respect and compassion. Erin's lips pulled first one lip and then the other into her mouth, lapping them with her tongue before releasing them to receive a gasp and moan. It was involuntary. Michelle couldn't help it. Her daughter was an artist.

Cory watched the show as his mother idly stroked him. As much as he wanted more attention, he didn't mind. He was enjoying the show. His mother's grip would occasionally tighten in concert with a groan or yelp or gasp and the grip would again loosen with a sigh.

Her mother had not asked her to eat her pussy, but to lick her ass. As the ball of nerves in her stomach tightened up, she reminded herself, "It's only skin. It's only skin..." Never removing her tongue from her mother, the passionate blonde dipped into the pussy before her, sucked on the labia again and licked straight down the perineum, noting the change in texture, but also noting no change in taste. Relieved and excited at her mother's response, she circled lightly around the rim of wrinkles and flicked lightly at the ridge where the anus and perineum met before randomly experimenting. Her hands squeezed at the thighs they held, expressing her own passion while also preventing the legs from slamming down onto her back.

Michelle had been trying not to grow impatient at the absence of Erin's tongue on her ass. As much as she enjoyed her pussy eating, she wanted to feel that tongue further back. It didn't take long for her daughter's tongue to find its way down to the intended target and her mature lover moaned in appreciation. Oh, god, she couldn't believe how much she liked having her ass licked. She tried to balance enjoying it with learning how to return the favor. What felt good, what did nothing? It was hard to tell because she was just a bundle of firing nerves in that area. The sensations Erin was giving by licking her were different than the sensations that came from having something pressed into her. The finger was strong and invasive, the tongue soft and delicate. But she loved them both. They both made her feel dirty, but also loved.

She loved the feeling of the tongue, but alone it wasn't enough. Reaching over, she picked up the vibe again and had to let go of Cory's dripping erection to turn it on. As soon as she felt it buzz to life, she grabbed her son again and this time pulled him into her mouth. She heard him groan as he pressed forward until he bumped into the inside of her cheek. She turned her head to provide a straighter shot into her mouth, but her lips bumped into her hand so he couldn't go too far. She didn't want to lose concentration by gagging or worse. The tip of the buzzing toy found its way to her clitoris, forcing a grunt and flinch due to the jarring pleasure she felt at its touch. Now she began the more rapid ascent to her orgasm. Her clit was pleasured by a vibrator, her ass by her daughter's tongue, and her mouth was stimulated by her son's hot erection filling her mouth. The only thing missing was... "OH!" she squealed.

Cory pinched his mother's taut nipple through the satin nightgown. He couldn't resist. He was almost overwhelmed with the feelings flowing through him. How had he lasted this long, he wondered. It must have been the slow play, the shift of focus to his mother and sister, almost third person. Now he was back in the thick of it. His mother was coating the head of his cock with her tongue while playing with herself as her daughter licked her ass. He wanted to be in that ass.

He backed away from his mother's touch. "What's wrong, baby?" she asked. She looked worried.

"Nothing, mom," he smiled, stroking her cheek. "Just a little too much stimulation right now. I have somewhere else I want to be when I finish." He glanced down at his sister when he said it.

Michelle was glad to hear that. It amped up her excitement as she anticipated losing her anal virginity to her son. "Me, too," she giggled. Her brow quickly furrowed and her hand went to her own breast, squeezing it and pulling on her nipple as she worked the vibrator around and into herself. The tongue on her ass displayed more enthusiasm than had been there a few minutes ago.

Erin was enjoying herself immensely. One of her hands had snaked down to rub her clit as she lay on her own arm, pinning it beneath her. Her other hand was cupped under a cheek of the ass she was eating, and the leaking pussy continued to release flavor over the wrinkled star she explored. It was not enough to hear the buzz of her battery-powered friend, but now it would occasionally bump into her forehead as it was put to good use.

Michelle knew it was time to blow. The thought of being anally penetrated, the tongue at her backdoor, the vibrator on her clit, the pull at her nipple...it was all too much! She pressed the vibrator in against her g-spot and after a moment, a liquid fire burst out of her urethra before the tongue left her ass and the mouth clamped over her pussy. "Shit, she must be drowning," she thought.

Erin, instead, was savoring the experience and the taste. As soon as her mother spasmed, Erin captured the stream and pussy in her mouth and began to swallow the loving spray as it escaped the imprisoning gland. She moaned into the vagina she was enjoying, trying to keep her mouth attached as the hips beneath her bucked up off the bed before dropping back to the now-soaked blanket.

Michelle was exhausted, but thrilled. She felt Cory move lower on the bed. "Wait!" she called. He stopped and looked at her.

Please don't change your mind, he thought.

"Lube," she wheezed, pointing limply at her nightstand.

Cory scrambled to the nightstand and opened it, pulling out a bottle of personal lubricant. She had thought of everything. He looked at it before being interrupted by her impatience.

"Hurry," she said. "I want you in me."

In a flash, he was between her legs. Erin had moved to the side and was holding her mother's left leg up and over, keeping her spread for easy access. She reached down and stroked him a couple of times. Holding her hand out palm up, she didn't have to wait for her brother to take the hint. He squirted some lube in her hand and she smeared it all over him, being careful to avoid the head any more than necessary. She held her hand out again and he poured some more into it. This time she smeared it around her mother's anal area, being careful not to penetrate her, even though she knew she really should. She just wanted to see Cory's cock forcing itself into her.

Cory tossed the bottle on the bed beside his sister and moved forward a little. Pressing her legs back and settling more onto his heels, he looked her in the eye and smiled. She had a look of pure lust on her face. Her eyes burned with fire. She wanted this, he knew. It wasn't for him; it was for her. Her head was up so she could see the best she could. He rolled her hips up a little more as she pulled on her calves. Erin seemed enraptured, too.

Erin noticed the head of Cory's cock distort as he tried to press forward against the resistant seal. It flattened out and moved to the side. His cock slid down toward her back briefly before he corrected it and tightened his grip at the base, causing it to swell in his fist. The veins were distended, the head swelled and she watched it begin to press against it again. This time she heard her mother gasp as the head suddenly disappeared.

"Ow! Wait," Michelle breathed. Her hand flew to Cory's stomach to push against him. She felt her daughter's hand come down to caress her clit and for pleasure to return as she got used to the burning stretch of the intruder's entrance.

He was in. He couldn't believe it! He was in his mother's ass. It was a tight fit, just at the head, the ring of muscles like a collar that's just a little too small. His sister had started playing with his mother's pussy again and she had ordered him to stop and wait. This was going to feel like a long wait, he figured. He just hoped she didn't change her mind.

Michelle was starting to feel better and still wanted this. She continued to be aroused even more with her daughter's hand stroking her. She looked at Cory, bit her bottom lip in preparation and nodded, her eyes fixed on his. He raised his eyebrows in uncertainty and she nodded again, mouthing "slowly." He nodded his response. Slowly he pressed forward, opening her up even more, gradually filling her. She didn't ask him to stop. She wanted to feel his balls on her ass, to know he was buried. It burned. It burned like hell, but she wanted this and hoped, no, knew it would feel better soon. He had disconnected his eyes from hers, choosing instead to watch their union form. She could only imagine what he was seeing. And she loved the image. What it must look like to see her son's perfect cock pressed fully inside her, stretching her anal ring while her pussy was flared open, dripping in arousal. She felt a tingle at the image and shuddered.

Erin could not believe she was a part of this. She could actually see her butt grip his erection, pulling on her pussy as it stretched her open. Erin's fingers continued to stimulate her mother, but her own pussy was in desperate need of attention. And maybe her ass? She had been thinking about it more since her talk with mom last night while Cory slept. Her mind had been made up: if tonight was the night her mother lost her ass cherry, it would be her night, too. She had used one of her other toys, not her new vibe, to experiment last night. Rubbing the head around her hole and then working it in, had brought some pleasure, a little pain at first, but with a toy it felt impersonal somehow. Would it be different with a real penis?

Cory groaned when he felt his balls resting against the soft skin of his mother's ass. He couldn't believe he was all the way in. It was tight at the entrance, but opened up inside, not like her pussy. He was rock hard, though, and it felt amazing. He had to be closer to his mother. He leaned down to kiss her, causing the angle of his cock to change and his head brushed against her inside. She gasped at his movement. He did, too.

He kissed her gently on the lips, bringing her tongue out to lick his lips. He returned her advance and the kiss quickly heated up. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and she rolled her hips, bringing another moan from both of them. "Oh, fuck," she muttered into his mouth. "God, Cory, this feels so good," she whined. "Go ahead," she said, pulling back a little and looking in his eyes with pure lust. Through gritted teeth she demanded, "Fuck my ass."

Cory propped up on his hands again and withdrew slowly, drawing a moan from Erin, who was now stroking both her mother's pussy and her mother's calf, the shin pulled tight against Erin's body. It felt like she was sucking him back in, but he had to fight to withdraw. It. Was. Incredible. He pulled out smoothly until just the head was still captured and then pressed forward again. Once he was buried he repeated it and as she adjusted to it he began smoothly working himself in and out.

She couldn't believe how good it felt. The searing pain had begun giving way to less discomfort and more pleasure. The tight grip of her sphincter seemed to beg him not to leave, and her brain felt the same way, but when he would return the muscles seemed to want him out. It was sweet conflict and she loved it. She began to feel flush all over, sweat forming on her face, hell, on her whole body. She wanted this. Loved it. Knew she would crave it. The faster he would go, the better it would feel. And through it all was an underlying discomfort, not quite pain. That's what made it even better. But she wanted more.

"Get up here, baby," Michelle called to Erin. "Sit on my face so I can eat you." 

Erin scrambled up, but as she was about to straddle her mother, she said, "Wait. I want to watch."

"Then turn around and watch," her mother laughed, jarred by the thrusting cock in her ass.

Erin sat on her mother's face, looking at her brother concentrating on the pummeling he was giving. She settled onto her mouth and leaned forward to kiss her brother, which he met with equal fervor. She shivered and whined at the first touch of her mother's tongue. She felt her mom's arm force its way under Erin's leg while the other arm embraced her thigh. As Michelle lapped at the pussy above her, she pressed a moistened finger up into her ass. Erin squealed before relaxing against it, enjoying the feeling of her mother's invading digit.

"Mom has her finger in my ass," she whispered to Cory. Cory picked up the pace, causing Michelle to both groan in a loud continuous stream and to increase her attack on her daughter's clit and anus. Erin breathed out, "God, Cory, I want what mom is getting."

That was it. Cory drove himself forcibly into his mother and blasted shot after shot of scalding cum into her bowels. He growled fiercely, feeling his entire core being forced out through the end of his dick.




Man of the House Ch. 08



Erin looked at the text from her best friend Megan, a response to the text she had sent a moment before.

Erin: "Nutmeg, sorry bout 2day. Talk tomorrow? Lunch?"

Megan: "K. My house at 12. Sorry back. :( "

Erin replied once more. "Cool. 12"

So it was on. She slid off her bed and knocked on her mom's door.

"Come in," her mom said, somewhat subdued with Cory lying asleep next to her. Erin pushed the door open and eased in, returning her mother's smile. Her mom had the laptop open and resting on her bent knees as she sat propped up against two pillows at the headboard. "Hey, sweetie," she said. "What's going on?"

Erin sat on the bed by Michelle's legs. "Nothing really. I just wanted to talk to you about what happened with Megan. I don't want us to keep any secrets."

"Oh." Her mother sounded concerned, closing the laptop. "Okay?"

"Well...um..."

"It's all right, baby doll. You can tell me anything." Michelle placed her hand on her daughter's knee, compassion in her voice and touch.

"I texted Megan and we're meeting at her house tomorrow at noon. I'm going to try and settle this thing from earlier." She took a deep breath. "And I'm a little bit scared."

"Why are you scared?"

"Because I don't know where it's going to go. She could believe me and drop it, or she could doubt me and keep her eyes open for a hint at what's really going on. I just don't want you to be in the dark about it in case it derails and we have to make a decision." She bit her bottom lip as she searched her mother's face for a response.

"A decision as to whether we should stop? Or we should let her in on it? Or we should just be more careful? What? What kind of decision are you thinking?" her mom asked.

"I guess just those things. I don't know."

"Honey, do you want to stop so Megan doesn't get suspicious?"

"No! That's just it. I don't want to stop. I love this. I love what we're doing. I love how our family is closer now, and not just sexually, but emotionally. I don't want to lose this." Her eyes started tearing up as she talked.

"Oh, sweetie," Michelle soothed, leaning into her daughter and pulling her toward her as she talked, Erin lying down on her mother's chest, her head on her shoulder. Michelle stroked her hair as the blonde cried lightly, her mother's eyes filling with tears as she spoke. "I don't think any of us want this to stop. I have to admit that this is not how I imagined my relationship with my adult children, but I can't deny that you're right. We are closer. This house is overflowing with love and peace like it's never known. We laugh and love and hug. We play. We have family dinners... You're right, Erin; it's not purely sexual. This house is safe for the first time ever and I want to do whatever it takes to keep that." She kissed her daughter on the top of her head and pulled her back to an upright position. Erin wiped at her eyes.

"So," her mother asked her, "What do you want from me?"

Erin smiled. "I think I just got what I wanted. I know now that I just have to protect all this." She looked around the room with her arms outstretched. "This is our family, our safe place. And as much as I love Megan, I think ultimately she would be a threat to what we have."

"Then what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to stick to our story. I'll try to make up with her, but I won't let her in on our secret. She and I can still have our friendship and the benefits that brings with it," she smiled, bringing a return smile and nod from her mother, "But as far as letting her know what we're doing, I don't think that's a very good idea."

"Okay, I agree." Michelle looked over at her son and asked his sister, "So what does that mean for him?"

"I think I'll encourage Megan to sniff around somewhere else, but if Cory wants to sleep with her, that's his call. I'll talk to him tomorrow."

"Okay," her mom nodded.

"Soooo....what are you working on so late?" Erin asked, nodding toward the laptop on the bed at her mother's hip.

"Oh! Just a..." she shrugged, looking embarrassed. "Just one of my stories."

"Really? Can I see it?"

"Not now," she laughed quietly. "It's not finished yet!"

"Can you at least give me a preview? Tell me what it's about?"

Michelle searched the ceiling for her answer, but after a second she nodded and smiled. "It's about a mother catching her children having sex. It's a little different than my other stories."

"Go on," Erin said. "Tell me more."

"Oh, I just write as I go. I don't know where it's going yet. My stories just unfold organically."

"What's happened so far?" She was persistent.

"Okay, just briefly. I don't want to ruin everything." She cleared her throat. "There's a snow storm coming so the mother's office sends everyone home early so they can beat the storm. She doesn't think about calling home to tell her kids, so she walks into the house and hears them upstairs. She doesn't know what that sound is, so she follows it to her daughter's room. There...on the bed...her children have their backs to the door and her daughter's pussy is spread wide open, slick with her juices. She is on her hands and knees and her brother is above her, drilling her ass as she cries out."

They were both getting worked up. Erin rubbed her thigh as she said, "That is so hot, mom!"

"You think so?"

"Oh, my god, you have no idea. What happens next?"

"I don't...I'm not quite sure. The mother is upset, obviously, but I haven't worked out her response yet."

"How do you think you're going to do it?"

She looked down at her hands, which were idly playing with the sheet, and cleared her throat again. "Promise you won't laugh."

"I promise, mom. Hand up." She raised her right hand to confirm her promise.

"I'm trying to decide between them forcing her to watch while she's in bondage, or the mother teaching the son a lesson by using a strap-on on him."

"Fuck, mom, either one of those would be fucking hot!" Erin spread her legs so she could more readily stroke herself through her blue cotton panties.

"Can I ask you a question, Erin?" her mother asked as she watched her daughter masturbate through her panties.

"Anything," she breathed.

"Have you ever been tied up for sex?"

"No. But I've kind of always wanted to try it."

"Me, too. Kind of." Michelle blushed.

"Do you, uh...do you think [Erin pointed at her brother] would go for being pegged?"

Her mother looked confused. "Pegged."

"Pegging is when a guy is fucked in the ass with a dildo." She smiled as she said it.

"Oh, god, I don't know. I doubt it. " She shook her head emphatically to make her point.

"I was just wondering. You know, some guys like having their prostate massaged while they get sucked or jerked off. It's supposed to make the orgasm more intense."

"Really?!"

"That's what they say. Think about it, mom. They have the same nerve endings we do back there. It only makes sense."

"Yeah, I guess it does. Hmm, maybe I should write it into the story and see what kind of response it gets," Michelle wondered.

"Even better," whispered Erin, "I'll have him read it to me while I suck him off again and I'll stick my finger in when he gets to the part where someone does it in the story. Then we'll see how he really feels about it." She giggled after she said it, clapping excitedly and quietly, bringing a quiet laugh from her mother.

"That sounds like a good plan!"

"Okay, you work on it and let me know when the story is finished and I'll take it from there."

"Deal!"

Erin looked at the clock and noted that it was past midnight. "Oh! I need to let you sleep. I'm sorry." She kissed her mother on the lips and slid off the bed. "Good night, mom. I love you."

"I love you, too, baby girl. See you tomorrow."

"'Kay." Erin slipped out the door and Michelle set her laptop on the nightstand before turning out the light, her mind drifting to the fantasy mix of her characters and her real family. By the time she finally fell asleep, she had the skeleton of a working scene in her mind.

At just a few minutes before noon Megan opened the door, nervous at the greeting she would receive from her best (or former best?) friend. She was relieved when the blonde stepped through the door and hugged her like she always had, a smile in her voice as she greeted her.

"Hello, beautiful," she lilted.

"Hey, blondie." She hugged her friend back and sighed with relief at the first indication that their friendship may be on track after all.

Erin pulled away and immediately began, "I'm so, so sorry about yesterday. I totally overreacted." She didn't even get the first few words out before Megan began shaking her head emphatically.

"No, no. I'M sorry. I never should have gone into his room and I certainly never should have doubted what you told me about the two of you. I trust you and I think I was calling you a liar when I accused you guys of having sex."

Erin nodded quietly. Megan reached behind her and closed the door. "Come on," she said, "Let's get something to drink." Erin nodded and followed her into the kitchen where her little brunette friend poured some tea and heated some queso in the microwave before picking up a bag of chips and carrying the chips and queso down to the basement rec room. Erin followed behind, carrying two glasses of tea. Megan set the chips and dip on the octagonal card table in the corner, Erin following with the tea before dipping a chip and biting off a cheese-covered corner.

"I'll rack, you break," Megan suggested. She pulled the rack off the wall and Erin scooped the billiard balls out of the pocket, rolling them across the red felt toward Megan, who set them in the rack for a game. They always did something while they talked about hard things. It was somehow less threatening that way.

"Megan, tell me some more about you and your brother. How did that really play out?" Erin asked without accusation.

"I told you."

"No. You summarized. What really happened?"

Megan sighed as she chalked up a pool cue before handing it to Erin. Megan removed the rack and stood to the side as her friend broke through the triangle of balls, sending one stripe and one solid into the pockets. "Good break," she encouraged.

"Thanks. Four in the side." Erin tapped the cue ball, bumping the four ball into the side pocket. "Solids. Okay, spill it." She wrapped two hands around the cue, leaning on it as she waited for her friend to tell the story.

Megan began talking about her own attraction to her brother and his eventual confession to mutual attraction. As she shared the progression of their relationship, and the ultimate decision not to pursue it sexually any further, she and her friend continued to play pool. Erin called her shots over her friend's retelling, and Megan only interrupted herself to call her next shot or to offer praise for good shots her friend made. They would each wander over to get a chip or tea and the game dragged out longer than it should have because it was honestly more of a distraction than a focused game.

"So that's pretty much it," she said.

Erin nodded as she dipped another chip into the queso. "Thank you. I was just wondering how it compared to our story, you know?"

"Yeah, I get it."

"You have to promise not to repeat what I'm about to tell you."

"I swear." She raised her hand.

"I wasn't really mad at Cory yesterday for fantasizing about me."

"You weren't? Really?"

"Really. The truth is, I fantasize about him, too, but I can't let him know. One of us has to hold our ground. If he found out, then neither one of us would be the strong one. Honestly, that day with you and him at the pool was so hot! I wanted so badly to feel him in me or at least to taste him. It took all my resolve not to taste his cum off your stomach, Meg."

"That would have been amazing!"

"I know, right? And that's the problem. And that's why I can't ever let on that I want him. And it's also why you have to stop pushing for it or even mentioning it ever again. I'm only so strong and I'm afraid if he ever pushed himself on me I wouldn't be able to resist." She sighed. "I'm afraid I may even want him more than he wants me." 

"I had no idea. I'm so sorry."

"No, it's cool. I debated telling you, but I know you love me and if you knew how difficult it was for me to want him and not follow up, that you wouldn't add any more pressure to the temptation." She laughed a little and looked at the ceiling. "God," she laughed, "I must sound like a freak."

Megan quickly embraced her friend and stroked her hair. "No, no. Don't say that. We can't always help what we feel. The heart wants what it wants. I appreciate you sharing your secret with me. I promise I'll never pester you about that again. Even joking. I promise." She stepped back and looked into Erin's eyes. "Okay? Promise."

Erin nodded, wiping tears from her eyes. As far as Megan knew, Erin was crying from feeling like a freak and making a humiliating confession. But for Erin the tears were remorse that she had lied to her best friend, the one she had always been honest with. But she didn't see any other way around it. Her heart ached at what she had done.

"Thank you, Megan," Erin sniffled. "Thank you for understanding and not judging me."

"You know there's no judgment here. I'm your friend. I love you." They hugged again to gain the comfort they both needed. "Of course," Megan said, backing away and dipping a chip, "Just because I'm your friend, doesn't mean I can't still kick your ass at Guitar Hero."

Erin laughed. "You've NEVER kicked my ass at Guitar Hero."

"Apparently you still suck at history."

"Set it up. Prepare to be fucked up the ass by my Gibson, bitch!"

"Mmm, I like the sound of that," Megan smiled.

"Yeah, you say that now."

For the next hour, the two once-again best friends battled it out onstage as if the past 24 hours had never happened.

Cory knocked on his boss's door as soon as the last truck pulled out for the morning.

"Yeah?"

Cory opened the door to Dan's office and stepped inside. "Hey, Dan. You got a minute?"

"Sure, Cory. Have a seat."

Cory closed the door behind him and sat down. Dan swiveled in his chair and opened the dorm refrigerator, pulling out two store-brand sodas, handing one to Cory. "How are things in the warehouse?" he asked, popping his can open as he asked. 

Cory opened his and took a sip before answering. "Good, I think. We have most of the strike freight out now. I think we can get the rest of it out tomorrow or maybe by Thursday."

"Great! Listen, Cory, I respect the hell out of you. You know that. I appreciate how hard you and the guys have worked the last few weeks to keep that place in order. Having you guys working so hard downstairs has made it a damn sight easier up here, let me tell you. So thank you for that."

"Yes, sir. Thank you." Cory nodded and took another sip.

"Something on your mind, son?" Dan asked. Dan was in his fifties, slightly overweight, but not obese, and was a kind and respectable man. He started off in the warehouse like Cory is, and he worked hard to make sure the drones and drivers didn't get shit on by administration.

"Yes, sir, but it's not about work. It's personal, but I'm hoping you can help me out."

"I'll do what I can."

"You know my parents recently divorced..." Dan nodded as Cory spoke. "And this will be my mother's first Thanksgiving after the divorce." He took another sip. "Well, I know you have that cabin," he said, pointing to the picture behind Dan on his wall, "and was wondering what the possibility would be of me taking my mom and sister there for Thanksgiving weekend. I mean, I know you rent it out and I know it's a long way off, but I need time to save the money for it. I want it to be a surprise, but I have to have time to make the money for it."

"No you don't." Dan shook his head. "We rent that thing out in the summer and early fall for the leaf change. By mid-October, no one's going up there anyway. I'll make you a deal. You make sure it's winterized before you leave, and it's yours free of charge." Dan smiled.

"Seriously?" Cory smiled.

"Of course. First off, I trust you to take care of it. You've proven your worth. Second, from a business perspective, I'm not losing anything by letting you have it free, so it would simply be a bullshit move for me to keep it from you. Go. Have fun. Relax. And I'll tell you something else: I expect you to miss work the Wednesday before and Monday after so you can take care of your family. It won't count against you. You've earned it."

"Wow. Thanks. Thank you. I don't know what to say."

"Say you won't screw me over by getting slack on the job." Dan stood and extended his hand. Cory followed suit and they both smiled as they shook hands. "Now get the hell out of my office." Dan's face turned serious before he gave Cory a wink.

"Yes, sir. Thank you." Cory shut the door behind him and drifted home on a cloud.

The next few days went by without a hitch. Things were great between Erin and Megan, between Cory and work, and between Michelle and, well, everyone. The three of them had a chance Wednesday night to make love again. This time was more leisurely and gentle, but the intensity of the climaxes was not diminished. 

Michelle returned to her desk after a meeting on Thursday morning and saw that she had missed a call from Cory on her cell phone. She checked her voicemail and smiled, her stomach a ball of excitement.

"Hey, Vanessa, this is Cory. I've been thinking about our date this weekend and I think we'll go a little more casual. I'm wearing jeans, just so you know. Dress comfortably so we can just relax for a while. I'm really looking forward to spending some time with you tomorrow night. Be ready by 6:30. We'll start with dinner. See you then."

She replayed the message and smiled.

"Well someone really loves you!"

Michelle jumped with a start and turned around to see Dena standing there with a huge bouquet of red roses and baby's breath.

"Oh, my!" Michelle blushed. Her jaw dropped in surprise. She had not received red roses in more than 25 years. Her eyes began to tear up and Dena set the roses on the front of Michelle's desk before coming around the end to console her.

"He must be a wonderful man for you to be so smitten. And he obviously knows a good woman when he sees one. You hang on to this one."

Michelle simply nodded, unable to remove her focus from the roses. Dena handed her a tissue and told her she would hold her calls until after lunch. Michelle nodded again, dropping into her seat where she began to sob, overwhelmed with love. After a few minutes, she reached for the card in a small pink envelope. Flipping the card over, she read, "For my Venus. I love you. C" This brought a fresh pang of love, accompanied with a smile.

She opened her phone and sent a text to her son. "Someone sent me flowers."

A moment later: "That's odd. Anyone I know?"

"I hope so! Are those for me or Vanessa?"

"How do I choose? ;) "

"You don't have to. They're both very happy."

"I'm glad. I love you both. Very much."

"We love you, too. Very much."

"Did Vanessa get my message?"

"She did. She's so excited!"

"So am I. Gotta go. Love you."

"Love you."

Michelle slumped back in her chair. She felt like a little girl again. She walked around to the front of her desk and smelled the flowers. Picking up the vase, she set them on the bureau behind her desk so she could smell them all day, but would not get distracted by having such a huge arrangement of flowers in front of her. The rest of her day was much better.

By the time Erin got home from Megan's, Cory was already making his "world's best" turkey burgers. They were his mother's favorite and he and Erin both loved them. She came up and greeted him with a kiss while his hands were buried in his mix of ground turkey and various seasonings.




Man of the House Ch. 08



"How'd it go with Megan?" he asked.

"Really good," she replied, hopping up to sit on the counter. She began to explain how she had handled it and confidently asserted that Megan shouldn't be a problem anymore.

"Listen, Erin. Can we trade cars tomorrow night? I have a date with Vanessa and I'd like to borrow your Forerunner."

"Yeah, that sounds okay. Am I going to need to replace the shocks when I get it back?" she teased.

"Well, you know Vanessa," he shrugged.

She laughed and swung her leg up to kick him in the butt.

As she helped him work on dinner about an hour later, they heard the garage door open. Cory looked over at Erin and smiled, but didn't say a word. Erin just thought he was weird. Until her mother came in. As soon as the door opened, Cory turned around to put his back to the counter. Michelle made a beeline straight for him and threw herself into him. They made out shamelessly and passionately right there in front of Erin, who had no clue why.

"Damn," she said, watching the oddly enticing scene before her. "I have a feeling I'm sleeping alone tonight," she said as she turned back to her task of slicing the onions for her homemade salsa.

Michelle backed away, breathing heavily, love and lust in her eyes as she looked up at her son. "Why me?" she asked, tears starting to fill her eyes.

"Why not you?" he asked, his thumb stroking her cheek. Again she wrapped her arms around his waist, this time burying her face in his chest. He held her tightly to himself and stroked her back for a minute before pushing her away when he felt her starting to relax. "Why don't you go change? Erin and I will finish up dinner and we'll eat on the patio."

Michelle simply nodded before turning to go upstairs.

"What the hell was that all about?" Erin asked.

"You told me that I could be a man that reminds her what it means to be a woman who is loved and respected. That's all I'm doing." With that, he walked out to the patio to flip the burgers on the grill.

Dinner was lighthearted and relaxed. Michelle cleaned the dishes up, telling her children to relax. They sat at the counter talking to her as she cleaned everything up, the satellite radio playing low in the background. Having drained the dishwater from the sink, their mother turned to Erin. "I need Cory to myself tonight. And tomorrow night."

"Oh. Okay."

"Are you sure?"

Cory didn't say a word.

Erin thought for a moment and nodded. "Sure, yeah. If I can work it out, would it be all right if I spent a couple of days at Megan's, then?"

Michelle thought she may have hurt Erin. "That's fine. Did I do something?"

"No, nothing like that. But if I can't be involved for a couple of days, I don't know that I need to be here and be tempted by it. And then Saturday, mom, I want you."

"So you're not upset? I don't want to be selfish."

"No. I don't know what happened today, so that's a surprise, but I knew that tomorrow is your date and I expected to be out of that one."

"But we're all good?" Michelle asked. Cory and Erin agreed that everything was fine.

Michelle walked around the counter and hugged and kissed her daughter, whispering, "Thank you, sweetie. I can't wait for Saturday." She pulled away and smiled, getting a smiling nod from Erin.

Turning to Cory, his mother pointed, "You. Come with me." She walked upstairs, fully expecting him to follow her. As soon as he walked into her room, he saw her standing there, still dressed in her tank top and shorts, her hand on her hip.

"You need to know that my panties were soaked all afternoon after I got those flowers. And I haven't been able to do anything about it. Think you can help me out?"

"I think so," Cory smiled.

His mother yanked her tank top over her head and shoved her shorts and panties down. Within a couple of seconds she was suddenly completely nude. With one hand she squeezed her tit and pulled her nipple while the other hand stroked at her clit. She apparently had no patience because she dropped onto the bed and pulled her feet up, spreading her knees apart.

"Get to work," she ordered.

Her son didn't wait for clarification. He dropped to his knees and buried his face in her pussy, clamping his mouth right on it. As soon as he made contact, she responded with a scream.

"OH, FUCK!" she cried, her hand latching onto the back of his head, gripping his hair and pulling him into her. He worked his tongue into her and up over her clit. Forcing his face further against her, Cory reached up on the outside of her thighs and grabbed both tits, squeezing with the fervor she was demanding. "Dammit, Cory. Squeeze my tits. God, fuck me with your tongue!" She raised her head to watch her son working her pussy over with his mouth and caught sight of him looking at her.

She was only mildly surprised to see Erin standing at the door watching with a hand down her shorts. She winked at her daughter, who smiled back as her hand moved behind the red shorts. Knowing she was being watched only turned Michelle on more and it wasn't long before she began humping against her son's face while she looked her daughter in the eye.

Cory was moaning into her cunt, enjoying the flavor she was releasing. She was right. She had been sitting in her own moisture a long time. The smell was in her pubic hair and as soon as he jammed his nose into her fur he knew that what she had said was the truth. It was musky and strong and made his burgeoning erection bend in pain, being pinned downward by his shorts. He tried to ignore it. He was going to make her handle it after she came in his mouth.

It didn't take long.

"GAH!" she screamed, "I'm cumming, baby! Lick it up!" She squealed and convulsed before settling back, her hips dropping to the bed. Cory stood up and quickly removed his shirt and his shorts, kicking them to the side before grabbing his mother's thighs and driving straight into her.

"OH!" she screamed, surprised. "You wanted it, huh, baby? You wanted momma's cunt?"

"Yeah! I wanted it all day!" He was driving into her with both depth and speed, smacking into her thighs and butt with his groin. They were making loud slapping noises at each impact. Michelle looked around him and saw her naked daughter by the door, leaning against the wall, one foot up on the dresser, her hand working over her pussy.

"Get it, then!" she said through gritted teeth. "Fuck it for all you're worth!"

Cory suddenly pulled free, disappointing and surprising her as he shuffled onto the bed, holding himself at the base. Almost immediately she knew what he wanted. She turned over onto her knees quickly to be able to take him in her mouth, and as soon as he was close enough, she held him with her hand and jammed her mouth down onto him. She made lewd noises as she drooled all over him and popped him into her throat and back out. After only a few seconds of this, she spun around onto her back again so he could thrust back into her cunt.

Three or four times they repeated this process and as her son plowed into her pussy or forced his cock into her mouth, she caught herself looking over to see her daughter shoving her fingers into her snatch or rubbing her clit intently. Michelle smiled at her and watched as a silent orgasm burst forth onto the carpet, an arcing stream of cum blasting several feet in front of the tiny blonde siren.

This forced a climax from the older temptress. The strength of her orgasm pressed her son out of her canal and splashed his groin and the bedspread they were fucking on. As she collapsed he rammed back into her and picked up where he had left off, quickly drawing another and then another flooding climax from her.

"I'm cumming, mom!" Cory wailed.

She ripped herself away from him and took him back into her mouth, bringing a strained groan from her son as his orgasm was imminent. He removed his own hand as she stroked him, her mouth covering the head.

"Here it is!" he grunted.

She quickly pulled off and breathed his name.

He looked down and saw the underside of his head resting on her tongue, her mouth wide open. He tried to hold his eyes open, but failed. He felt the first blast scream its way out, followed by a moan and another blast, another moan. By the third blast he had his strength enough to open his eyes and watch. He watched a stream fly out, creating a streak down from his mother's hairline to her nose, but it had landed between two other streaks, one that ran from her hair to chin and one that had splashed on her nose and ran diagonally over one eye. She had a huge smile as she continued to stroke him. Everything was too much and the fourth stream arched over her head, landing on the bedspread and in her hair. Two more convulsions forced more seed to dribble onto her tongue, creating a puddle of white on her bright pink tongue.

"How do I look?" she laughed as her son collapsed onto his heels, breathing heavily. "Because I feel like a whore." She swallowed what was on her tongue and sucked the remaining cum from her son's cock, bringing a flinch and a laugh. She stood and walked to the bathroom to see herself in the mirror. "Oh, my god, that's so sexy. I've never had so much cum on my face. I definitely feel like a whore now. I look like a porn star." She turned to her son. "Maybe one day you can film us fucking and I can watch myself getting sprayed with your cum, baby. What do you think?"

"Damn, mom," he groaned with a smile, shaking his head.

Erin had already gone back to her room after her brother facialized her mother, but she heard the conversation through the two open doors and whispered to herself, "Or maybe he can cum on both our faces." She laughed to herself at the thought, then picked up her laptop to message Megan about spending the day and night with her.

Michelle's alarm went off at six, and she woke up with butterflies in her stomach. "Tonight's the night," she sang to herself as she slid out of bed. She was very excited about her date with Cory even though she had no idea what he had in mind. She had been trying all week to stay on top of her work, or even ahead of it, so there would be no reason for her to have to stay late. She even told her manager that she was going to work through lunch so she could leave a little bit early today. She said that would be all right and asked if she had plans with the man who gave her those beautiful roses, smiling as she asked. Michelle had nodded and smiled, her heart again overflowing with love at just the mention of a date with him.

After getting ready for work, she went to the kitchen and packed a light lunch into her insulated lunch bag. Turning to the coffee maker to fill her travel mug, she saw a note stuck onto the front of the coffee maker. It simply read. "6:30. Be ready. Love you." Again, butterflies.

Erin made her way to Megan's house early in the day. Her mother was gone to work and her brother would not be home for several hours, but she wanted to spend as much time as possible with her best friend. She pulled her bag out of the back seat and as soon as she closed the door, she saw Megan coming around the front of the car. "Hey, blondie," she said. "What's with the car?"

"Oh. Cory needed the room in my Forerunner, so we traded for the weekend."

"Okay. Cool." Megan smiled and grabbed Erin's hand. "Soooo... do you have any plans for the weekend?" 

"You're the host," Erin smiled, her head tilted a little to the side. "I'm at your mercy."

"Mmm. We'll see about that." Megan kissed Erin lightly and briefly on the lips, stroking her arm. She backed away and noted that Erin had that peaceful look. Everything was good between them, it seemed. "Let's go inside."

"Okay." 

For the first couple of hours, the two beauties watched a horror movie on Netflix, flirting and laughing together, and munching on light snacks. By the time the movie was over, they had decided on a second one, the next one in the sequel, and ordered a pizza with toppings that neither of their families would eat. After they finished their pizza, they lay on the couch, Megan spooning Erin, and watched the rest of the slasher film, just enjoying each other's company and occasionally making out.

Erin's head was turned toward her brunette lover's face, which was hovering above her own as she felt Megan's body pressed against her back, her hand reaching over to cover her breast. Neither had said a word in the last few minutes as they had just continued to reconnect for the first time since their fight. Erin heard a gasp and moan and turned her head in surprise to see two of the surplus characters in the movie making out. It was two of the cheerleaders, the redhead and the nerdy brunette virgin. They were in a hot tub and apparently the redhead had convinced the virgin that she could stay a virgin and still have a little fun.

Erin was enjoying the show, especially combined with the feeling of her own friend's hand on her breast while she watched the redhead pulling the bikini top of the young brunette over to the side, exposing her small pink nipples.

"Erin," Megan whispered in the blonde's ear, "I still have my cheerleading costume from two Halloweens ago."

"Oh god," Erin breathed, Megan's hand stroking her lower belly.

"And the hot tub is just sitting empty on the deck." She licked the rim of Erin's ear. "Why watch a movie when we can go right now?"

Erin giggled. "I suppose you're the slutty cheerleader and I'm the hapless virgin?"

"If you don't mind a little role play."

"Mm-mm," she shook her head. 

"Good," Megan breathed. "Wait for me in the tub." She patted Erin on the hip and they both sat up, Megan pausing the movie, the image of the two girls kissing frozen on the large screen.

"Wait," Erin said. "I didn't bring a swimsuit."

"Improvise," Megan called out, never bothering to turn around as she made her way to her room.

The blonde walked out to the deck and turned on the hot tub jets, checking the water temperature. She was thankful that they had the hot tub in a separate screened in section of the deck so they didn't have to keep it covered all the time. It also afforded a little privacy since they put rolling bamboo blinds over the screens, which would be replaced with glass in the winter.

Erin quickly returned to her bag, having formed the beginnings of a plan. She stripped and dropped her clothes on her bag at the foot of the couch before putting on her glasses and putting her hair up in a ponytail.

She had only been settled into the tub for a minute when she heard the sliding glass door open behind her. She whipped her head around, like a young woman realizing she was somewhere she probably shouldn't have been. Megan let a brief smile escape before belting out, "What the hell are you doing here?" and quickly closing the door behind her.

It only took Erin a split second to appreciate the black and gold and white cheer top and skirt her friend had donned, the gold-trimmed black letters "FU" on the chest. 

"I...uh... I didn't know anyone was home. Your brother had to go to baseball practice, but told me to wait here. He said I could use the hot tub." She tried to look scared and nervous.

"He did, huh? You must be Tracy, his girlfriend. I'm Ashley." Megan walked up and extended a hand to her brother's girlfriend. Erin tried to cover her chest with one arm while pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose before reaching out to shake Meg... Ashley's hand. "You're cute. I can see why he likes you."

"Uh...thanks. I guess."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Are you shy? You seem a little bashful about having another girl talk to you while you're topless." Megan leaned in and craned her neck to look into the water. "Or naked."

"Well, I didn't bring a swimsuit. I didn't think anyone would be home."

Megan stood up again and stretched. "Well, I'm a little tight after practice. I was going to hop in the hot tub and let the jets work their magic. Mind if I join you?"

"I'll just get out. Can you hand me that towel, please?" she asked, indicating the towel on the plastic table by the door.

"You don't have to do that. This tub is plenty big for the two of us." With that, Megan pulled her top over her head, forcing a gasp from the bespectacled blonde as she saw her friend's breasts "for the first time", and watched her ponytail tied with a gold ribbon swing at her neck. Megan smiled and shook her head at her lover's feigned shock.

"You're not going to wear a swim suit?" she asked, still shielding her eyes.

"Why?" she asked. "Never seen another girl naked?" she laughed.

"Well...no."

"Tracy. Look at me." The blonde looked up timidly. Megan was compassionate, but matter-of-fact. "They're just tits. We all have them." She lifted her modest breasts and "Tracy" nodded, though still obviously embarrassed. "And this," said Ashley, lifting her skirt in the front, "is my pussy and it's pretty much like yours, I'm sure. Unless you're hiding a dick under those bubbles. You're not a tranny are you?" she laughed.

Tracy laughed a little at that one. "No. I have a...I'm like you."

"Great! Now that we got that out of the way," Ashley pushed her skirt down and stepped out of it, "Let's hot tub!" She climbed in on the opposite side of where Tracy sat, and settled into the water, resting her head on the side of the tub and closing her eyes with a sigh. She extended her legs and felt her foot brush against Tracy's.

"So, Tracy. Where did you meet my brother?"

"We're in English Lit together."

"Yeah? Are you an English major like he is?"

"Yes."

"I like to read."

"What do you like to read?"

"Erotic Literature. Stuff like that." She smiled at Tracy's expression.

Tracy squirmed a little, making it a point of looking uncomfortable in front of the bold brunette across from her. "Um, when is someone supposed to come home?"

"Why? Is my brother supposed to join you out here?" Ashley didn't even open her eyes.

"No. I just don't want to get caught...like this."

Ashley lifted her head and sat up straight. "Like what? Naked?"

"Yeah."

"Don't worry. When he gets here, I'll leave so you two can... you know," she winked "Bow chicka wow wow." She laughed afterward, hoping to draw Tracy out.

"Oh, we haven't...done...that."

"Really? You guys have been dating for...what? Three months?"

"About."

"Have you done anything? Handjobs? Oral?"

"No." Tracy pushed her glasses up onto her nose and turned to look away.

"How long do you usually wait before you do something with a guy?"

"I don't know. I've never done anything with a guy before."

"Really?" Ashley sounded surprised.

"Really. I mean I've never even kissed a guy."

"Why not?"

"I mean, I want to, but... I... uh, I don't want to mess it up."

Ashley sighed and nodded, gliding across to sit next to Tracy. "Okay, do you want to know how to kiss?"

Tracy nodded quickly. "Oh, yes! Very much!"

"Tell you what. I'm gonna help you out. I'll teach you how to kiss. Then you can kiss whoever you want without being afraid."

"Oh, I don't know. I'm not a lesbian."

"So what?" Ashley laughed. "I'm just a tutor. You don't have to call yourself a lesbian because a girl helps you learn how to kiss. So you can kiss your BOYfriend. I won't even tell anyone. No one ever has to know."

"Well, I guess if no one finds out..."

"Okay, then. I'll be the boy and you will, of course, be you. That means I'll have to do what a guy is going to do and you'll have to be prepared to respond to it. Okay?"

"Okay...I guess. I don't know what that means."

"You'll know when I do it. Anything you want to stop, you stop. If you want me to keep going, you just let me. That's how it works with guys."

"Oh. All right."

"Ready?" Ashley asked.

Tracy nodded, biting her bottom lip. She closed her eyes and felt her glasses being removed from her face. She opened her eyes to see Ashley closing the arms of her black plastic frames and setting them on the edge of the hot tub. Ashley turned back to Tracy and taking her face in both hands she closed her eyes and grazed her lips across the virgin's lips for her first kiss ever.




Man of the House Ch. 08



Tracy was immediately entranced, trying hard not to break her role as a virgin. Erin wanted so badly to respond as Megan's experienced lover, not as a virgin getting tutored to kiss by an experienced cheerleader. But she held back. She even allowed herself to giggle at the touch, causing Megan to giggle back before clearing her throat and beginning the kiss again.

This time Erin allowed Tracy to relax into it and felt the virgin inside responding to the experience of her tutor. She timidly kissed back and followed the touch of her teacher. When Ashley kissed, Tracy kissed. When Ashley's tongue touched Tracy's lip, Tracy's tongue responded in kind. When the cheerleader's hands moved down her neck, the virgin's hands came up to touch her shoulders. As the student would follow the tutor, so the virgin followed the experienced.

Ashley backed away and breathed, "Very good." She cleared her throat and said, "Now, if you're in a situation like we are here, in a hot tub, he will probably pull you onto his lap, so when I move you toward me, that's what you need to be ready for. Okay?"

"Okay," Erin breathed with a nervous smile.

Megan reached for her again and they continued from where they had left off. After about a minute, the cheerleader placed her hands on the virgin's waist and pulled her on top of her. Tracy obliged by straddling her thighs and quickly found her ass being squeezed by her imaginary boyfriend. She pulled back and saw Ashley's eyebrows rise in a question and after a moment, she responded with a subtle nod. She surprised herself by actually initiating the kiss this time. Naturally, Erin wasn't surprised, but her character Tracy was kissing back now, and that was the surprise. Erin was actually losing herself in the role and she wondered if Megan was doing the same.

"Um... Ashley?"

"Yeah?" Her voice was quiet.

"Is it normal for the girl to get... you know... excited... when kissing a boy?"

"Totally normal. Why? Are you getting excited?"

"A little."

"Don't be surprised if you feel the boy's... penis... getting hard. Especially if you're on his lap. And especially because you're so beautiful."

"Really? You think I'm beautiful?"

"Abolutely. In fact, I'm sure my brother will be hard when he finally gets to kiss you. If a boy gets hard, you can lower yourself against him and feel it. You can probably orgasm from a good make-out if you grind your clit on his lap." Her voice was almost in a whisper as she explained it. Both girls spoke so quietly that they could barely be heard above the hot tub motor and bubbling water.

"My clit?" Tracy asked. Erin didn't know how much Tracy was supposed to know about her body, but she knew Megan well enough to know which direction she would probably take it.

"Your clitoris," Ashley clarified. Tracy shook her head, looking confused. "Do you ever touch yourself? Masturbate?" Again Tracy shook her head, looking down at the water between them. "May I?" Tracy looked up and smiled, nodding slightly, nervously. A moment later she gasped as she felt Ashley's fingers on her pussy, feeling them glide forward before stopping at the front, sending a jolt of pleasure through her. "You see? Put your hand on mine." 

Tracy reached down and placed her fingers on Ashley's fingers. Ashley slid her hand out and covered Tracy's, prompting her to move side to side over her love button. "Oh, my!" gasped the virgin blonde. "That feels wonderful!"

"I know! You can use almost anything to stimulate it and it will bring you pleasure. Now, pretend my wrist is an erection while we kiss, and rub yourself on it."

"Are you sure?" Tracy asked with uncertainty.

"Positive. It won't feel just like a co...I mean...erect penis, but you'll still get a sense of what I'm talking about." Ashley covered her mound with her hand, resting her wrist against her lower belly and as Tracy leaned in to kiss her again, she pressed her hips forward. Ashley felt the familiar softness of her longtime lover pressing against the back of her wrist, and worked her own middle finger into herself as the lithe blonde on her lap masturbated herself on the back of her arm.

"Oh, wow," Tracy began to breathe, her eyes pinched closed. "This feels amazing!"

Ashley breathed back at her, "It feels even better on a real one."

"Really?"

"Really. Okay, I'm going to move my arm to start making out with you like a boy would. You keep touching yourself. First, it feels great, and second, boys like to see a girl touch herself." Tracy just nodded as Ashley pulled her arm out and began stroking Tracy's thigh and up over her hips while their tongues danced. Tracy settled lower and Ashley would feel the back of her hand on her mound as Tracy bumped it as she pleasured herself. 

The experienced cheerleader took things to a new level when she slid her hands back to cup Tracy's ass. Tracy gasped and moved her hand faster. The two fed off each other's boldness and pleasure. Ashley became bolder and Tracy became more receptive. She buried her face in Ashley's shoulder as she came on her own hand, convulsing on the brunette's lap. She was about to stop, but Ashley told her she could keep going. She could cum as many times as she wanted to, not like a boy.

Tracy took the hint and picked up again, this time feeling Ashley's hands on her breast. She sat back a little to look down at the contact. When she caught Ashley's eye, she felt herself being pushed back off her lap to stand in the center of the hot tub. The water came to just above her waist. Ashley's hands held her by the rear end and she looked her in the eye as she captured first one, then the other, nipple into her mouth. Tracy gasped and her hand held the back of Ashley's head.

Ashley pulled away for a moment, saying, "Boys won't stop at kissing. They will play with you as long as you let them. They will want to touch every part of you with every part of themselves." With that, she latched back on, this time more aggressively. She felt Tracy's nipples stiffen even more and she grasped her ass and squeezed. Feeling bolder, she brought her hand down low and slid the edge of her index finger along Tracy's labia, enjoying the softness. Tracy responded by rotating her hips, moaning and gasping.

"Oh my," Tracy breathed. "This feels fantastic. It's the best thing I've ever felt."

"Oh, it gets better," Ashley assured her.

"Better than that?"

Ashley stood in front of her. "Here. Sit on the edge."

"I don't know..." She looked nervous again.

"Trust me."

Tracy thought for a moment, making a show of looking to the ceiling with her finger on her lips. "Hmmm... Okay." She smiled innocently, expressing a little embarrassment. She climbed out and sat on the edge, her knees together, one hand on her thigh, and the other arm covering her breasts.

"Still nervous?" Ashley asked. Tracy nodded. "You have nothing to be ashamed of. You're very beautiful. My brother is a lucky guy."

"Do you think a boy will think I'm beautiful?"

"I think they will think you're very beautiful." Ashley took a seat on the bench at Tracy's feet and nudge her knees apart gently. Apprehensive but responsive, Tracy allowed her legs to be spread apart. "Very beautiful," Ashley repeated in a whisper, looking up at Tracy again. "Now, if the boy is a gentleman, he will be interested in your pleasure, not just his own," she said, looking at Tracy's groin and sliding her hands up and down the blonde's thighs. She looked back up into her eyes. "So he may try something like this." She kissed Tracy's inner thigh, then alternated to her other thigh, slowly working her way up as she went.

Tracy was feeling flush, sexually excited, as she watched Ashley get closer to her groin. She naturally spread her legs even more, bringing a moan from Ashley before she felt and saw Ashley's mouth on her pussy. "Oh, my. That feels good."

"What feels good? My mouth?"

"Oh, yes."

"Tell me."

"Your mouth feels good."

"On what?"

"On my... vagina."

"Nope. Your vagina's inside. And you don't want to talk scientific during sex anyway. Call it what others would call it."

"I don't know if I can do that."

"Yes you can. Tell me." She continued to swipe at her between comments.

"Your mouth feels good on my... pussy."

"Oh, god, yeah!" Ashley attacked her with fervor now, her commentary muffled in the pussy of the little blonde on the side of the tub.

Tracy gasped and moaned, her hand resting on the brunette's head. Erin tried so hard not to be herself. She would swear at Megan, driving her on, but she was finding the need to hold back and fill a role, so arousing she couldn't believe it. She had never been quite as innocent as the girl she was pretending to be and she found herself approaching her orgasm more quickly the more she tried to hold back her expressions of pleasure. It was a sweet, sweet conflict she never could have imagined. "Oh my goodness," she gasped, straining, "I think I'm about to have another orgasm."

"Cum. Say you're going to cum in my mouth," Ashley demanded.

"Okay. I'm about to cum in your mou—AAHHH!" She finally lost it. She couldn't even get the words out as she felt herself burst into Ashley's mouth as her tongue ravished her clit. 

Erin was dizzy and she felt an arm around her back, and another take her hand and help her settle into the hot tub again to rest.

"Oh, yeah," she heard Ashley laugh. "My brother's definitely going to love you."

"Oh, my God, Megan," Erin breathed. "That was fucking amazing."

"It was fun. I have a feeling those girls onscreen got nothing on us." Megan scooted close and Erin put her arm around her, kissing her on the cheek.

"Having to hold back and pretend I didn't know anything made everything so..."

"Hot."

"FUCKING hot!" Erin laughed.

The two sat silently in the hot tub for a few more minutes before finally drying off and going back inside to get dressed and finish their movie before anyone got home. That evening and the next morning they took advantage of whatever time they could get, and brought each other countless orgasms. Erin even decided to return the favor and lick Megan's ass for the first time while she worked her over with Megan's favorite vibrator. On Erin's return home, she decided to go into town for one more stop.

Cory wasn't quite sure how the evening was going to play out, but he was excited just the same. He knew what Erin had told him was right, that Vanessa knew who he really was and didn't expect him to blow his money on her, money he didn't have. After work, he came home and cleaned up before washing and detailing Erin's Forerunner. As Labor Day approached, he began to look forward to the fall weather and the change in scenery. He could already tell a difference in the evenings as the breezes that swept through became cooler. He made a mental note to bring a thin blanket and a light jacket, just in case.

As the afternoon closed down, he went inside for a shower and change, putting on his cologne, the golf shirt that drew compliments from both his mother and sister, his best jeans (he only had two pair that weren't used for warehouse work), and dark shoes. He was out of the house by 4:30, wanting to be able to pick Vanessa up for her date like a gentleman. He had planned to use this time to shop for the snacks and to fill the cooler. The weather report had called for overnight rain and he really hoped it would hold off until after their date.

Michelle arrived home to an empty house, excited about her date, but a little disappointed at having no one to greet her when she walked in the door. Oh well, she thought, I'll be with Cory soon enough. She went to her room and drew a bath, filling it with her favorite scented bubble bath. As she peeled off her bra, she noticed that her nipples were already erect, which matched the tingle in her stomach. Sliding her panties down her legs, she felt the cool air on her moist pussy and noticed that the crotch of her panties was stained dark from her excitement. "I've been leaking all day," she mumbled with a laugh. Standing up, she tossed her panties with her bra into her hamper and scratched lightly at her thatch of dark hair. 

Lowering herself in the bath, she enjoyed the luxury of the enveloping warmth mixed with the soft aroma of the bubbles. She ran the loofah over her body lightly, sending tingles over her own skin and down her spine. She touched her nipple and felt how tight and hard it was just from her own hand and the thought of being with Cory again. It didn't take long before she had set the sponge aside and set to work intentionally stimulating herself. As she rolled and pinched and pulled her nipples, and squeezed and stroked her breasts, her other hand stroked her pussy, dipping fingers into herself and stroking her clit. She even inserted a finger into her ass as she thumbed her clitoris. Her orgasm wasn't enough to satisfy her, but it was enough to relieve a little pressure before her date. She finished her bath by refreshing her shave so she was smooth in all the right places.

She stood from the tub and looked at herself in the mirror as the bubbles ran down. For the first time in her life, well, in a long time anyway, she saw herself as genuinely sexy. She had come to believe what Cory and Erin had been saying about her for the last few weeks. She had spent so much time being criticized that she found it hard to believe many good things about herself, but she was coming around. She saw it now.

She dried off, put on her peach-colored bra and thong set she bought at The Closet and began getting ready. Using a little dry shampoo to clean her hair, she styled it, reapplied her makeup, sprayed her son's favorite perfume and put on a short, casual skirt, a maroon v-neck baby doll t-shirt and some black casual flats. After brushing her teeth, she put on a dark red lipstick and a light gloss over it. Checking herself in the mirror, turning around and then facing it again, she winked at herself and said, "I'd fuck me."

She looked at the clock and saw that it was 6:20. She heard the doorbell right as the clock turned to 6:21. "Someone's early," she giggled as she made her way downstairs.

Cory stood nervously on the porch, hoping she didn't feel like he was an idiot for picking her up like this.

He needn't have worried.

Michelle opened the door, nervous as a schoolgirl. Even though it wasn't her first date with Cory and even though it definitely wasn't a blind date, she was nervous and excited and horny and apprehensive all at the same time. She was wondering how her identity as Vanessa was going to unfold, or if it was. Was Vanessa a safe place for her, like it was for Cory? Or was it merely a name to use in public? She wasn't quite sure.

Cory was awestruck. He had just realized why he wanted to start the date off by picking her up. It was this moment right here: the moment when a guy stands on the porch waiting for his date to open the door and to reveal herself to him for the first time that night. And she looked amazing: casual like he had asked, but stunning just the same. He continued to be amazed. She could have put less effort into her appearance, but she didn't. Everything from her hair to her painted toe nails screamed SEXY!

"Um... wow. Vanessa, you look amazing!"

"Why thank you, Cory. You look very handsome yourself." There was a pause as she watched him scan her body, and she thought she could actually feel herself leak into her panties. "Are those for me?"

"Oh! Yes. My mother always told me never to show up for a lady empty-handed." He handed her the bouquet of brightly colored flowers he had picked up at the grocery store with his snacks.

"They're beautiful," she said, burying her nose in one of the bright blue petals, "And they smell wonderful." She looked up at him. "Your mother sounds like a smart woman."

"Yes, ma'am. She's an amazing woman." Vanessa smiled at that. "Would you like me to put those in some water?"

"I'll just set them here. They seem fresh enough to wait until I get home." She placed them on the table in the foyer before turning back to the porch and closing the door behind her. She locked the door and put her hand in the crook of Cory's elbow as he walked her to the car.

"Oh. You have Erin's car tonight?" she asked, surprised. 

Cory opened her door as he said, "Hers is better suited for our evening, so she agreed to trade with me." He helped her into her seat and eyed her thigh as her black skirt rode up a little. He heard her giggle and looked up to see that she had seen him looking. "I can't help it, Vanessa. You're very beautiful."

"That's okay. I didn't wear it to keep you from looking." She smiled at him before facing the front. He closed the door and went to the driver's side.

As he drove, they talked about their day. Cory told her about the decreasing workload that still kept him busy, but that he could see the light at the end of the stack of boxes, so to speak. Vanessa told him about a couple of big deals she was trying to land, which would mean very big bonuses.

Twenty minutes later, they turned down Morgan Boulevard to blend in with Friday evening traffic, which was a mix of people getting off work and people going out to relax. Cory figured this was as good a time as any.

"Vanessa, I need to tell you that our first date was great, but it will be pretty rare. I don't have the money to do that very often, as much as I think you're worth it. So tonight you'll get more of a taste of what I can do regularly."

"Good! I'm excited just to spend time with you. I have my own money, Cory. I don't need you to take care of me. I'm glad I'm getting to see what our time together will be like. And if it's okay with you, there will be times that I want to be the one to pay for our dates. I want to be able to surprise you sometimes, too. Okay?" She placed her hand on his arm.

He nodded and smiled. "Okay."

"Okay," she smiled.

Cory pulled into one of the middle-of-the-road chain restaurants that had a mix of families and couples, knowing that the two of them could get out for about $40. They enjoyed their meal and talked and laughed, both of them sharing some of their embarrassing stories that neither of them had shared, and they genuinely drew closer. They walked hand in hand to the car and he again opened her door. This time she intentionally hiked her skirt up a little bit, giving him another few inches to look at. He smiled at her and she smiled back.

They didn't have to travel far, just past the mall and the movie theater to get to their next destination.

"No we're not," Vanessa laughed, covering her mouth. "I haven't done this in years!"

"I thought it would be fun. As long as you don't mind losing."

"Prepare to have your butt kicked by an old lady."

"Did you say you were going to kiss my butt? That's what I heard."

She slapped him on the arm and laughed before opening the door. He met her on the other side and took her hand before walking with her to the little wooden hut with the skull and crossbones on it.

"Ahoy, matey," muttered the unenthused teen in the pirate hat. "Welcome to Jolly Roger's. Are you a member of our pirate crew?"

"Uh, no," Cory laughed, Vanessa laughing with him, trying to stifle it for the sake of the poor kid who had to wear that hat and say, "Ahoy, matey." "Just two single rounds please." 

Vanessa picked up two rubber putters and two balls out of the basket on the counter while Cory paid for their rounds. They walked past the "Buccaneers" and "Wenches" bathrooms to the wooden sign that pointed left to "Spanish Main" and right to "Flying Dutchman". Vanessa pointed left. At the first tee there was a skeleton sitting propped against the rocks with a sign listing four rules hanging around his neck.

"Ladies first," Cory prompted. Vanessa handed him one putter and a pink golf ball. "Pink? Seriously?" he asked with a laugh.




Man of the House Ch. 09



Erin's breath escaped in puffs of steam as she ran through the gold arch of trees that lined the median and sides of her neighborhood's main road. The pavement was wet under her feet, but the air was dry and the sun was low as it started its ascent into the empty blue sky. She loved the fall. Always had. Today was no different. But in a way it was. The last few months had been more peaceful and cheery than she had ever experienced. Since her parents' divorce and the burgeoning intimacy between she, her mother and her brother, things had settled down quite nicely for the young blonde.

And today she was twenty. She had beaten her mother out of bed because it was her long run day, so she was up before the sun was, but she fully expected the birthday breakfast when she returned home. She also knew what she wanted when it came to part of her gift from both her brother and mother. Their words were the same that they had always been on her birthday: "Whatever you want." This is what was described in their house as a freebie. It didn't take the place of an actual gift, but was instead something additional that wouldn't cost anything, but would make the birthday celebrant have the best, most stress-free day possible.

When she was growing up she would have Cory do the dishes or make her bed or be her "slave for a day" and she would get to choose the movie(s) the family would watch together. Nothing new or different than any child would ask for. Last year she blew out her candles after dinner and her mom and brother whisper-sang "Happy Birthday" to her. Then she opened her eyes and looked over at her father passed out on the couch, before she simply said, "Nope." Her mother smacked her lightly on the arm for wishing the same thing several years in a row, always disappointed: her father being gone (whatever that meant).

But this year she had to find something new to wish for. As it turns out her nineteenth birthday wish had come true, just not actually on her birthday. As it stood, she didn't know what to wish for this year. Everything was about as good as it could be as far as she was concerned. She had all day to think about it, however, and may come up with something simple by the time dinner rolled around.

As her mind was wandering through the list of potential birthday wishes a faded blue Ford Ranger with large gray spots of primer exposed through chipped paint, slowed to a crawl next to her. She smiled and pulled out one ear bud.

"Happy birthday, beautiful," Cory smiled at her.

"Thanks, slave," she smiled.

"Oh, god, no," he laughed, rolling his eyes.

She simply nodded as she continued to run, eyes forward, her ponytail swinging with each step.

"You want a ride the rest of the way?" he asked. His sister shook her head and he said, "Okay, then. See you in a few."

She gave him a thumb's up and popped her ear bud back in as she watched him drive away in his friend's borrowed pickup truck, hauling a black metal-grate landscape trailer behind him, two pieces of rented machinery resting beside large bags of seed and fertilizer. It was his fall routine.

Cory had unloaded the aerator and was struggling with the dethatching machine when he saw his sister approaching. He just stopped to watch her run toward him as she made that last hundred yards. He had come to love watching her run in her winter gear. Her hair was still in a ponytail, but on the cool winter runs she added a broad warming headband (this time it was hot pink) that wrapped from high on her forehead back over her ears. She had opted for her fluorescent green running jacket, unzipped midway, over a tight black shirt and tight black running pants. Her shoes were the same bright green as her jacket. On her arm was a black arm band that housed her iPhone with a white wire draped down in front of her before splitting at her chest and disappearing up under each side of the glowing pink headband.

She stopped a few feet from the driveway, smiling as she asked, "See anything you like?"

He was leaning on the handle of the dethatcher when he laughed, "Abso-fucking-lutely."

"Maybe I'll let you rub my feet later. Slave," she said glibly as she walked past him toward the front door.

"I'll make sure to keep my hands nice and cold for you, then," he replied as he turned back to roll the second piece of lawn machinery off the borrowed trailer. They both smiled, neither seeing the other do it, but both knowing they were.

Michelle heard the front door open and turned from scrambling the eggs so she could greet her little girl on her birthday. "Happy birthday, baby girl!" she exclaimed, her face beaming with joy as her daughter rounded the corner.

"Thanks, mom," she said, returning the smile as she met her mother halfway. They embraced and kissed on the lips briefly before her mother pulled away and stroked Erin's cheek.

"I can't believe my little girl is twenty years old," she sighed, her eyes filling with tears.

Erin just smiled in response, letting her mother absorb the moment.

"Well," Michelle said, clearing her throat, "I'm making your birthday breakfast. Come tell me what you want in your omelet and I'll have it ready in a few minutes. I guess Cory's home?"

"Yep. Do you want me to go get him?"

"Pick your omelet fixings first and then if you'll ask him what he wants, I'll make his."

"Okay." Erin selected a few items from the selection of cheese, ham, bacon, ground sausage, onions, peppers, and black olives and watched as her mother poured some of the scrambled eggs into the skillet from the glass bowl. She turned to get Cory's order and by the time she walked back into the kitchen, her mother was folding the omelet over and tilted the pan over to slide the large, perfect omelet onto Erin's plate.

Erin sat down at the table where her juice was already poured and there was a basket of biscuits on the center of the table, surrounded by various condiments. Cory walked in as his mother sprinkled cheese into the eggs in the pan, and bent down to kiss his sister on the cheek. "I'll be happy to give you that foot rub today. Pick out a nice polish and I'll do the full workup," he whispered, again kissing her on the cheek before he pulled away and grabbed a biscuit as he saw her smile and nod.

He walked over to kiss his mom on the cheek, placing his hand on the small of her back as he moved toward the sink to wash his hands. He set the half-eaten biscuit on a paper towel before washing and drying his hands, then picked it up and took another bite as Michelle slid his omelet onto a plate and handed it to him. Cory took his seat at the table and finished his biscuit. He and Erin talked about nothing in particular as they waited for their mother to cook her omelet and join them at the table.

"What are your plans for today?" Michelle asked whoever would answer.

"I just need to get the yard done," Cory replied. "I'll aerate, dethatch, then seed and fertilize it. I'll be done well before lunch. I only rented the aerator and dethatcher for four hours. Otherwise, I don't have anything."

"What about you, birthday girl?" Michelle asked Erin, eyeing her over the rim of her tilted juice glass.

"Well, I already went for my run and now I'm having my birthday breakfast (thank you, mom), and Cory has promised me a pedicure-slash-foot-rub. My only other plans are to spend the day and specifically the night, with my two favorite people. I want my birthday to go out with a bang. Or two. Or three," she laughed.

Her mother and brother smiled at her innuendo. 

"So nothing during the day, then?" Cory asked, surprised.

"Megan said she would call this morning, so until I hear from her, I can't say. Unless you had something planned, mom? I can always tell Megan I can't do anything."

"If we go out for your birthday, Megan is welcomed to join us if you would like. It's no trouble."

"Okay, thanks, mom."

"Have you thought of a birthday wish, Erin?" Cory asked. He smiled, indicating that he knew she couldn't use her old one.

"Oh, that's right!" Michelle laughed. "Last year's came true so you have to come up with a new one."

Erin laughed and shrugged. "I don't have one yet."

"You have to have a birthday wish!" her mother exclaimed. "You can't think of anything?"

"No," she said. "I can't. I have everything I could possibly want right here, right now. I have a family that makes me so incredibly happy," she laughed, taking both of their hands. "I have an amazing best friend, I'm doing great in school, having great sex, and have never, ever been happier. Ever!" She was sincere in everything she said. She squeezed their hands and let go before picking up her fork and taking another bite of her omelet.

"Well," Michelle said, standing up to take her plate to the sink, "You'd better think of something before I light your candles tonight." She talked as she walked to the kitchen. "Since last year's wish came true, I'm expecting something big this year." She smiled at her daughter, who smiled back.

"Okay," Cory said, standing up. "I'd better get this yard finished up."

"Don't wear yourself out," said Erin. "That's my job."

"And it's not even MY birthday," Cory smiled before walking out of the kitchen and through the front door.

"Thank you for breakfast, mom. It really was amazing." She sighed and ran her thumb up and down the side of her juice glass as she stared at it.

Her mother came and sat back down. "What's the matter, baby?"

"I don't know," she sighed. "I mean, I do, but I'm just trying to figure it out."

"Do you need to talk about it?"

Erin shook her head. "If I talk about it, it won't come true."

"The birthday wish?" her mother reasoned. Erin nodded. "You know that's just a game, right? We don't really believe that your birthday wish really has any power to it, or that if you say it out loud it jinxes it."

"No, I know that," she snickered. "But it helps to believe it, you know? Like, if there's any possibility of it coming true, but I say what it is, then it won't. And I really want it to, even though I know it's not real."

"I want to say you're not making any sense, but that would be a lie. I think I get it. What you're saying is that you want something to happen, but even though you don't believe in the birthday wish, if you say anything about what it is, it might change it somehow so that it won't come true, even if it could have before?"

"Something like that. It's like... you know how we always find something we like at a restaurant and get attached to it and then after a while they take it off the menu? So we joke about not saying out loud that we like something so it doesn't go away. It's like that."

"Okay, so what's the wish, Erin?"

The young blonde took off her headband, her ears getting warm, and she ran her hand over her hair, trying to flatten the stray hairs that had been mussed by the headband. She sat silently for a minute, but her mother didn't prompt her to speak; she just sat with her and waited, patient and gentle.

"I don't ever want this to end," she said quickly. 

Her mom looked down at the table and nodded. "Your wish is that what we have now won't ever end."

"Yes. But I know it will. It has to. It's too good to last. These last few months have been pretty amazing, mom." She started to sob. "I've never felt like I do right now and I'm so afraid that one day you or Cory will tell me we have to stop because you've found someone else." She started crying heavily now and Michelle quickly stood beside her and hugged her head and shoulders to her own stomach, beginning to weep gently with her daughter.

"Shhhh," she said, stroking the soft blonde hair, "It's all right. Shhhh." She just whispered and embraced her daughter for a couple of minutes until Erin pulled away and wiped at her eyes, still looking down at the floor. 

Michelle knelt on the floor at Erin's feet and took her hands. "Now you listen to me. We have all three been pulled into this beyond our expectations and it has been incredible for all of us. I see the way Cory looks at you. He loves you. I know that if it ever came down to Cory introducing a young lady to us, it would only be because she would be absolutely incredible. You know how picky he is. And if that day comes, you won't be the only one disappoint...hell, devastated, by it. But, sweetie, you can't be afraid of the possibility that this relationship won't last. Our relationship will never end, even if that one aspect of it does. Neither Cory nor I will ever leave you, not as long as we live. You have to believe that."

Erin nodded. "I know. And it's stupid for me to think about it, but the truth is, I find myself falling more and more in love with both of you every day. Cory is everything I could want in a man, and you're all I could want in a woman. Don't get me wrong. I mean, I love Megan and she's an incredible friend and lover, but I think we both know that, one day, one or both of us will find someone and the relationship will change. We may be maids of honor for each other and our kids may play together, but our relationship as it is now?" She shook her head no.

"I understand, baby girl. You know what, though? We have now. We can waste our time hoping against hope that the future stays bright, and fearing the end of our happiness, or we can invest with joy in where we are today. Do you know that I think about that same thing every night? Every. Damn. Night, Erin. After we make love and you guys are either asleep or cleaning up, I lie there alone thinking that it will all end one day. And I force myself back to my present reality, that I have two amazing lovers, one handsome young man and one beautiful young woman; and two fantastic children. And it's at that point that I realize I'd be an idiot to let this time pass while I'm fearing for the future. And so far, every morning I have woken up, my lovers and children have still been right there with me and for me and every day seems a little better than the one before. 

"And I'm finding that the fears are receding. They have no foundation, Erin, except in my own insecurity. What have I specifically done to make you think I was going to want to stop what we have?"

Erin thought for a moment and then answered, "Nothing."

"And Cory? What has he said or done?"

Again, Erin thought before shaking her head.

"See what I mean?"

"I think so," Erin replied, a tiny smile appearing, a glint in her eye. "Thanks, mom."

"You're welcome, baby. In the future, any time you need a reassurance from me, I'll be happy to give you one. And I may come to you for it from time to time as well. How does that sound?" she smiled.

"Sounds good." Erin hugged her mother, kissing her on the cheek before hugging her more tightly a second time. 

Michelle jumped as the iPhone on Erin's arm, rang right in her ear, a burst of bubblegum pop assaulting her eardrum.

"Sorry," Erin laughed, sliding the phone out of the holster. "It's Megan."

Her mother nodded and stood to clear the table as her daughter began a one-sided conversation with the cute brunette on the other end. 

"Hey....Aww, thanks....Not that I know of...." Erin's voice and laughter faded as she walked up the stairs, leaving Michelle alone to tidy up the kitchen and to think on Erin's fears. Were they really unfounded or would that day come? And which of the three would back away first?



The pulsating jets of hot water beat away the tension in Cory's shoulders and upper back. With both hands on the wall, he hung his head to stretch his neck and back, and just relaxed into the rapid-rhythm stream between his shoulder blades. That aerator had a tendency to beat him up as he fought to hold it back while it pulled forward in the wet clay. And the dethatcher wasn't much better. After more than an hour of using both machines, he still had to load them onto the trailer, repeatedly lift and handle fifty pound bags of fertilizer and seed, and stoop over to fill the spreader in small batches. He had just returned from the hardware store to turn in the machines and one bag of fertilizer before dropping off the truck and trailer and picking up his own car. He hadn't seen the ladies since breakfast, but thought he would be better off showering first. He knew they would appreciate it, if nothing else.

He heard a voice call out over the shower and looked out through the curtain. Erin was standing with a smile, still in her running gear. "I said, got room for me?"

He smiled at her. "I always have room for you, birthday girl." She smiled and he watched her undress. She had already removed her jacket and shoes so she was in her running pants and shirt, both skin-tight, which she removed to reveal that she was not wearing a bra and had on a pair of hot pink boy shorts with cheetah spots. She took a step toward him. "Wait," he said. She stopped and looked confused. He looked her up and down slowly, noting her long, tone form, her navel small and her stomach having that single line down the center that indicated her fitness. "Beautiful," he said, looking her in the eye. She looked away.

"Stop it," she said.

"No, Erin. I won't stop it. You are." He held his hand out to help her into the tub, which she took and stepped in with him before he closed the curtain again. He reached up and twisted the knob to turn on the second showerhead. This summer they had bought a new showerhead with a second showerhead on a hose, both with massage patterns available, and now they were both on. Erin stood under the main head and Cory removed the attached head, using it to keep warm. Tucking it into the towel bar on the side of the tub, he embraced his sister.

"I love you, Erin," he whispered, his chin resting on top of her head. 

She had her arms around his waist and her cheek rested against his chest. "I love you, too." She felt him kiss the top of her head before pushing himself away.

"Here," he said, "Let me wash your hair."

"Mmm, okay." She smiled before rinsing her hair under the spray while he reached for her shampoo bottle. She stepped out and turned around so the spray hit her between her breasts and upper stomach. Her brother gently stroked the shampoo through her golden tresses before piling it on top of her head and working the strawberry shampoo into a rich lather. She enjoyed the massage, feeling his fingers and fingernails firmly glide over her scalp in varying patterns. Afterward, he combed his fingers through her hair, pulling lightly at it, enjoying the soft feel as her hair was lubricated by the rich white foam. 

She felt him press gently on her forehead and she tilted her head back, feeling the spray of the second shower head heating her scalp as it washed away the shampoo. Cory lovingly protected her eyes by creating a hand visor at her hairline, which she appreciated. As he moved away from the front, however, he used that hand to comb through her mane. Once he was confident he had rinsed her hair thoroughly, he repeated the process with her conditioner.

Once the conditioner was rinsed out, Cory took her natural sponge and squeezed the body wash into it, working it into a lather. Her back was still to him and he began working the sponge gently over her shoulders and back. She looked over one shoulder with a gentle smile and brought her hand back to lift her hair so he could get her upper back and neck. He loved that look and he loved her neck. He rinsed of the soap so she could release her hair, but before she did that, he leaned in and kissed the very back of her neck at the hairline, bringing a quiet moan from his sister's throat. It was at this point that he started to stir. Whether it was the look she gave him, the kiss on her neck or running his hands over her soft, wet skin, he was getting more turned on.

He tried to concentrate on his task of soaping her up. He did her upper body first, back then front, noticing the erection of her nipples as he stroked over them with the sponge. He wanted so badly to touch them, to lick them, to take her entire breast into his mouth, but now was not the time. He had a job to do.




Man of the House Ch. 09



He looked up at her face, but she didn't see him. Her eyes were closed. She had a death grip on the towel bar on the wall, her knuckles white. He looked back down at her body and continued downward with the sponge, making swirling patterns in the flowing bubbles. He dropped to his knees and caressed her hips and thighs with the foam and sponge. When he got to her feet, he picked up one of them and after a second, she shifted her weight and allowed him to place her foot on his thigh. He massaged her foot and toes, bringing a moan and giggle from her. He looked up and caught her smiling at him. He returned her smile and pushed against her shin. She took the hint again and switched feet, giggling a second time as he massaged her arch and pulled on her toes.

Setting her other foot down, he placed his hands on her hips and prompted her to turn around. Face to face with her perfect, lean butt, he wanted so badly to kiss it, but again, now was not the time. He lathered her cheeks and ran the sponge down the center of her crack, pressing it in to be thorough in his effort, but avoiding underneath. He knew she had a feminine wash for that area and didn't want to upset her health with regular soap. He continued down the back of her thighs and watched her hand reach underneath, apparently cleaning herself.

He stood and took the second showerhead, again making sure to thoroughly rinse his hands and her body. She enjoyed the massaging jets, but also his touch on her body. "There," he whispered over her shoulder, his cock at attention, "I think I got it all."

She turned her face partially toward him and whispered, "Not all of it." Reaching for the hand at her hip, the hand that held the showerhead, she pulled his hand around front, his arm hovering at her hip, and she directed the showerhead to her groin, and lightly moaned at the pulsing rain. Cory felt her hand pull at his as she directed the spray where she wanted it, letting out a sudden gasp and squeezing his hand. "Right there," she whined. "Perfect."

With one hand she kept him in place for her own pleasure, and with the other she reached back behind him and pulled him forward by his ass. He stepped forward and nestled his dick in her crack like a hot dog in a bun, bringing another moan from her. The hand that held his cheek squeezed and clawed right where it was as her pleasure increased. He found himself subtly pressing into her, pulling the skin of his shaft tight, causing his head to swell and to become more sensitive.

As his sister continued to build toward her climax, he only had so much control. He bent down to kiss her neck and brought his free hand up to caress her breasts. It wasn't long before she let go of his ass and slapped her hand against the wall to brace herself for the burst of pleasure in her core. She let out a long guttural groan and Cory reacted by grabbing her around the waist to support her in case her legs gave out. After a moment he heard her laugh and felt her belly tense again as a result. She moved his hand away, releasing the shower stream to hit the floor of the tub. "Happy birthday to me," she laughed. "Wow."

Cory smiled at her pleasure and kissed her shoulder.

"Aww, poor boy," she whined, turning around to face him, her bottom lip sticking out in a pout. "You're still dirty. And probably horny?" she asked. 

He nodded and laughed a little. "You could say that."

"I did say that," she smiled. She reached for the sponge and directed him under the shower spray. As he rinsed off, she put more body wash in the sponge. "Let me clean you up real quick. Mom and Megan are taking me to lunch, so you need to look decent if I'm going to be seen with you in public." She handed him his shampoo and he washed his hair as she cleaned his back, butt, and legs. She didn't take the same care he had, but he didn't mind. He needed to get clean, had already enjoyed his time with her, and knew they would be together tonight, so he was fine with it. Although, he was still rock hard with her hands on him.

He was surprised to find her slick finger playing at his ass and flinched. She laughed, "Don't worry, brother. I'm just cleaning you up. Did that bother you?" she asked, looking over his shoulder.

"I...don't...not really. I just wasn't expecting it, I guess." He felt her continue to scrub at his back and around to his ribs on both sides.

"Okay." She reached around him and soaped his chest and belly, pressing her tits into his back. When she got to his groin, she slid the sponge under his balls and up over his erection. "Mmm. It feels like you need to be cleaned from the inside, too." She told Cory to rinse his hair, which he did while she rinsed him off with the detached showerhead, adjusting it from the pulse back to the spray.

Tucking it back into the towel bar, she picked up the bottle of conditioner and emptied some into her hand. Making sure her brother wasn't going to have any of the spray from the shower washing over him, she reached around to his front and slathered his granite shaft with her tiny hand. Cory groaned at her touch and placed his hand on the wall. "Damn, Erin," he mumbled.

"Does this feel good, Cor? Your sister pressing her tits into your back while she gives you a handjob?"

"Ssshhhi—God, yes." He could feel her twisting her hand on his shaft as her fingers glided up the slick rod, bumping over the ridge, but never touching the tip.

"I'm in the mood for a blowjob and a fuck and feeling this big, hard cock up my ass again, but that can wait." He groaned and shuddered at her descriptions. "For now, I just had to see you, to touch you. I want to see you cum at my touch, Cory." She was deliberate in her movements, in almost constant light contact with what she knew were his sensitive areas. "Can you do that for me? Will you give me an early birthday gift? Show me how much you love my touch. Brother."

She felt him twitch twice before watching the first blast arc out and smack into the tile above the faucet. She gasped when she saw it, and continued to stroke steadily as a second stream pursued the first, landing a little higher. A few more blasts hit, the last couple dripping straight onto the floor of the tub between Cory's feet. Her grip tightened and she squeezed one last drop forward and onto the floor.

"That's better," she giggled. "Thank you for my present, Cory. I love it."

"I hope so," he said, "Because I can't return it." He smiled as he tried to catch his breath and regain his strength. She slid around to his front and wrapped her arms around his waist. He leaned down to kiss her before she told him to dry off while she cleaned the wall. He did as she said and she was out of the tub a few moments later, drying off beside him. 



The doorbell rang a few minutes after Erin came downstairs. It was almost one o' clock and she was starving. "I'll get it," she chirped, bouncing off the couch before running to the door. Cory and Michelle looked at each other across the room as they heard the girls squeal and laugh in the foyer. They both smiled and rolled their eyes, his mother swiveling her chair around to see them come into the living room.

"Hi, Megan," she said.

"Hey," she smiled. Looking at Cory she lilted, "Hi, Cory." She had a twinkle in her eye. "You look nice."

"Um...okay. Thanks. You too. " Cory was only wearing jeans, boots and a maroon Henley shirt so he didn't know why she would say that.

"Thank you." She really did look great. She had on a navy blue scoop neck shirt that hugged her tightly, skin-tight red jeans, and black shoes. Her face was made up beautifully and her lips had a pink sheen of gloss. Her brown hair hung loose, bangs covering most of her forehead. "I'm glad you like it."

"Although," Erin interrupted, "Those pants make your ass look big."

Megan gasped and laughed, knowing the thinner blonde was teasing her. She stuck her ass back at Erin and teased, "You know you love my ass."

Michelle and Cory just watched and laughed along at the two girls, both of them knowing about the relationship, but knowing that Megan didn't know Michelle knew. Michelle had to admit to herself that she loved that ass. Cory was admitting it to himself as well. Erin quickly ended the joke with a solid slap to Megan's ass, causing the brunette to squeal in disbelieving laughter, and bringing surprised moans from Michelle and a "Damn!" from Cory.

Erin's mother stood as she said, "I think we should probably get out of here before this gets out of hand." She laughed as she said it and noticed that Erin was already hugging her best friend, giving her a kiss on the cheek. She heard Erin whisper a little too loudly in Megan's ear. "I do love your ass." Megan's eyes shot open and she glanced at Michelle, who pretended not to hear it. 

Erin chose a decent steak and seafood restaurant that she had been to only a couple of times, but really liked. It was more expensive than what she would usually ask for, but her mother had readily agreed when Erin mentioned it. The four of them enjoyed themselves, a little too much if the looks of a couple of patrons nearby were any indication. They ate and laughed and Megan flirted with Cory a little bit, which no one seemed to mind. Cory made sure to pay plenty of attention to the other ladies, and Megan made sure to do the same for Erin. 

After about an hour, Megan said, "Is it all right if I give you my present?"

"Yay!" Erin laughed, clapping her hands excitedly. 

"I would take that as a yes, Megan," Michelle smiled.

Megan smiled and nodded as she pulled a thick envelope out of her purse and handed it to her friend. "Thank you," Erin smiled.

"Happy birthday," Megan smiled.

Her best friend ripped the envelope open and opened the card. Immediately it began singing an annoying chipmunk-voiced rendition of some pop song, causing both girls to laugh heartily. Cory made a point of grasping the sides of his head in an exaggerated fashion before his laughing mother slapped his arm. As the song played, Erin read the card silently and smiled before looking at her friend with puppy dog eyes.

"You're so sweet. Thank you," she said.

"Feel free to look at the gifts, too," she replied with a smile. When Erin had opened the card, she had pulled two small envelopes out to hold while she read the goofy card. 

Seeing the first small envelope, she noted it was a gift card to her favorite boutique where she was always getting bracelets and hair accessories and nail polishes. She again thanked her friend before looking at the other card and bursting out in laughter. Unable to stop laughing, she turned it and held it out to Cory and Michelle. The envelope had a close up of a male mouth with a ball gag and in the corner it said, "Do as your told. Get yourself a little something. The Marquis' Closet"

"Well, okay then," Michelle laughed.

Cory feigned embarrassment. "Nice, Megan. Nice."

"I thought you'd get a kick out of that," Megan told Erin, who hugged her and kissed her on the cheek again, telling her thank you. She put everything back in the envelope.

"I have one of your presents, but it's not quite as tasteful as Megan's over there," Michelle said as she riffled through her purse before handing a red envelope to her daughter. "Happy birthday, baby girl. Oh, and this isn't the only thing I got you. We'll do your other presents after cake tonight with family."

"Thanks, mom," Erin said before looking down to open the card. She gasped as soon as she opened it and looked at her mom with a look of shock. "Are you serious?"

"Absolutely," Michelle smiled.

"What is it?" Megan asked, trying to see over the edge of the card.

"Yeah," Cory agreed. "Let's see it."

Erin showed a cutout of an ad with a GPS sports watch on it. "She's getting me a GPS watch." She sounded sympathetic, almost like she couldn't accept it.

"I didn't know which one to get, so you can choose when we go later on, okay?" Michelle asked.

"Okay. Thank you."

She put it away as Cory said, "My turn?" Erin simply nodded with a smile. "Happy birthday," he said as he handed her a small box. She looked shocked and when she opened it, her eyes began to tear up. "I know your birthstone is topaz, but I figured I would get your favorite instead, so even though it's supposed to be a birthstone, I got sapphire. I hope it's okay."

She nodded, wiping at her eyes. 

"Let me see," said Megan. When Erin turned the box, Megan gasped at the silver heart pendant on a light chain, with a sapphire encrusted at the apex of the heart. "Oh, my god, that's beautiful," she breathed. She turned to Cory, "Is it all right if I put it on her or would you like to do it?"

"Be my guest," he said with a smile. His mother placed her hand on his under the table and squeezed lightly. He looked at her for a moment with a smile before turning back to his sister. He and his mother watched as Megan took the necklace from the box before Erin lifted her hair off her neck for her friend to clasp it behind her. Erin dropped her hair and looked down at the necklace, running her fingers over it. 

"It's beautiful," she said, looking up at her brother. "Thank you so much."

"You're welcome. I love you and hopefully this will serve as a reminder."

"This doesn't mean you get out of that foot rub," she said sternly, pointing at him before smiling.

"Damn," he muttered, looking down at the table, bringing laughter from the ladies.

"Okay," Michelle said, "Here's what I'm thinking. We can run by and let Erin pick out her watch and then I know she wanted to see 'Dead of Night'. You get excited every time the trailer comes on. What do you think? The movie starts in an hour so we can be there in plenty of time."

"Sweet!" blurted Erin.

After lunch, they stopped at the large sporting goods store nearby and Erin selected her GPS watch, hugging and kissing her mother excitedly. Cory noticed that as she looked into the case, and as she held the different boxes looking at watch features, she held the pendant between her thumb and forefinger, sliding back and forth absently along the matching silver chain. He smiled, his heart warming up more than he thought it would.

He remembered shopping for it just a week ago. He had been trying to figure out what to get her, and finally landed on something that wasn't "practical" because she knew what she wanted more than he did and he would likely just get it wrong. He also figured that she needed a reminder of how much she meant to him. Earlier in the summer, on his first date with his mom, he had told her that he didn't know if he could give up dating and the prospects of a family.

He was now beginning to reconsider. Apart from being a father, which would be nice, everything he could possibly want and need was right here. He wrestled daily with his future regarding his sister and mother. At some point, he figured, it would have to end. At the same time, he didn't want to be the one to end it. He could not deny that he found other women attractive, but he also couldn't deny the unbelievable attachment to the two most important women in his life. How would he ever settle this in his own mind?

"So that's the one you want?" He heard Michelle call out from right beside him. He snapped out of his fog and watched as his mother walked over to her daughter and her best friend.

"Yep. That's the one. It has everything: GPS, heart rate monitor, stop watch, lap set, heart rate zone, and automatic upload to computer software so it can track my progress."

"That sounds like a lot I don't know about," Michelle laughed. "If that's the one you want, then happy birthday."

"Thank you, mom!" Erin exclaimed, hugging her excitedly. The young man behind the counter had been hovering at the case, making himself available, but Cory had noticed him checking out both Megan and Erin while he waited. Erin pointed to the box she wanted and the young man told her to come around to the register where he scanned the box, asked her about getting the warranty (which she declined) and demagnetized the security strip. Michelle paid with her credit card and signed the electronic pad.

As they were checking out, Megan stood beside Cory and hooked her hand into his arm. "The necklace really is beautiful," she said. "She's lucky to have you." He looked down at her and noticed that she was still looking at his sister. "Any woman would be." She patted his arm and walked toward Erin and Michelle as Erin reached for the bag in the hand of the clerk. Cory didn't know what Megan meant, so he just shook it off and caught up with everyone else.

At the movie, Michelle bought tickets and concessions for everyone. She reminded Erin that she and Megan could hang out and sit wherever they wanted, but she was going to stay further toward the back with Cory since sitting too close to the screen gave her a headache. As Erin and Megan made their way to the first row of seats behind the rail, Cory and his mother sat about halfway back in the theater, which had a decent crowd, but was nowhere near full.

They settled into the middle and Michelle flipped up the armrest and leaned against her son's shoulder. "That was a beautiful necklace, Cory. It was very thoughtful."

"Thanks."

"You're a good man. A good brother. A good son."

"Is that all?" he smirked.

"No," she smiled, looking into his eyes. She turned to look at the screen as she straightened back up in her seat.

They tried to beat each other in answering the movie trivia questions on the screen, jeering at the loser or the slower, especially if their answer was way off.

"Can I ask you a question, mom?" Cory said, keeping his voice low and leaning toward her.

"Of course."

"I'm graduating in the spring. Then what?"

Michelle's brow furrowed and she continued watching the screen. "I don't know, Cory."

"Yeah. Me neither. I'm already beginning to look for a job. I'd like to stay local, but if I have a better opportunity somewhere else, I have to take it. I have to, mom."

This time his mother turned to look at him. "I know, baby." Her eyes held a sadness he had not seen in a long time. "You know I want what's best for you, and I believe Erin does, too. I know what we have now may not last forever. It could change for any number of reasons, so I'm just making the best of what I have right now. I would encourage you to do the same." She patted him on the knee. "Okay? Can you do that for me?"

"I can do that," he said, an insincere smile on his lips for her benefit. Inside, he was still torn up about it. Why it hit him today, he didn't know, but he was determined to make Erin's birthday about what she wanted and not what he was afraid of.

For the next nearly two hours, he and Michelle sat entranced in the movie, surprised at how well it held their attention. Every once in a while they would hear Megan and Erin scream, followed by their laughter at being so afraid. They could barely see the tops of the girls' heads over the seat backs and also saw their feet propped on the rail in front of them. Yep, that was Erin and Megan all right.

By the time they got home it was completely dark, though still early in the evening.

"Thanks for letting me tag along," Megan said.

"We were glad to have you," Michelle smiled, returning Megan's hug.

"Thanks for coming," Erin said, hugging her friend and kissing her on the cheek. "I'll call you tomorrow. Maybe this week sometime we can go use my gift cards," she smiled. Megan agreed and stepped through the front door, Erin closing it behind her.

"Who wants cake?" Michelle asked.

"I do!" Erin exclaimed. "And while you get it ready, Cory can go get my pedicure kit. He owes me," she said.

"Okay, okay, I'll rub your damned feet," He rolled his eyes as he trudged past her before she slapped him in the arm. "Ow!" he laughed.

"That's what you get for being mean to me on my birthday," she pouted, sticking her bottom lip out and crossing her arms. Michelle just laughed as she watched her children at it again, and stuck twenty spiral candles into the white buttercream frosting of her daughter's chocolate cake. She lit the candles as Cory returned downstairs with Erin's kit, ready to fulfill his promise.




Man of the House Ch. 09



He stood next to his mother after she put the cake on the table in front of Erin, and put his arm around her waist as they sang "Happy Birthday" to her. Afterward, she looked at her mother and smiled before closing her eyes and blowing out all twenty candles on the first try. Her brother and mother cheered as Erin pulled the first candle out and sucked the icing off before repeating the process with the other 19.

As Michelle sliced three pieces of cake off and dropped them onto plates, Erin told Cory to rub her feet while she ate her cake. She capped it off by calling him, "Boy." Cory relented and gave her a foot rub, occasionally receiving a bite of cake or spoon of ice cream as Erin fed him some off his own plate, so he wouldn't have to shirk his responsibilities for something as menial and selfish as eating. Her words.

As he rubbed her feet, the three of them chatted and laughed while eating their cake and ice cream. Erin wanted her cake to settle for a little while, so she grabbed her laptop and new watch and set to programming it and pairing the two up so she could begin using it on her run tomorrow. While she played with her watch, Michelle asked Cory to build a fire in the fireplace while she cleaned up the dishes.

"Erin?" her mom asked, causing Erin to turn around and face her. "Is there anything special you would like for me to wear for you tonight?" She smiled as she asked.

Erin smiled and thought for a moment. "I think what you have on is perfect. Do you realize that I've never undressed you before? I think I'd like to do that."

"Hmm, I think you're right. I've never thought about that before," she said. "That sounds good to me. You're in charge tonight, right, Cory?"

"That's right. It's your birthday, so you get to decide everything."

"Oh, goodie!" she clapped. "I have a couple of ideas."

"All right," Michelle said, wiping down the counter. "Then let me go clean up and I will be at your beck and call."

"You, too, Cor," Erin said. "We'll all go clean up and meet back down here in a few minutes."

Cory simply brushed his teeth and pulled his pants and boxer briefs down to clean himself up with soap and water before pulling them back up again. He felt fresh enough after his late day shower and the cool weather, which prevented him from getting too warm.

He returned downstairs and as he touched the ground floor coming off the steps, he heard a bedroom door open and turned to see his mother coming out of her room, her purple sex blanket draped over her arm. She smiled at him and he just smiled and shook his head.

"What?" she asked, descending the stairs. 

"I just don't think it's possible for you NOT to look stunning."

She shook her head as she drew close to him. "You're sweet, but you don't have to say things like that to me."

"I know, but I get to, anyway." He wrapped his arm around her waist as she stood on the final step, putting them at a similar height, although now she was just a little taller and had to bend down a little to kiss him. He patted her butt as she stood back up and they rounded the corner together. 

"Oh, yay!" Erin exclaimed, on her knees on a quilt in front of the fire. Her silhouette was ghosted against the flame behind her, the only other light on being the dim bulb over the stove in the kitchen. "You brought the blanket. I have a feeling we're going to need that," she giggled.

"What are you wearing?" her mother asked. She could barely see the lithe blonde from the front, but her silhouette was clear. Erin stood and walked toward them so that the kitchen light began to wash over her.

"Holy...." stuttered Cory in little more than a whisper.

"Oh, my god," Michelle gasped, covering her mouth with her free hand. 

Erin could feel both of them inspecting her and she loved it. She loved the sense of power and control she had at that moment. And she loved being watched. She noticed that her brother and mother occasionally revisited her face, but mostly their gazes traveled her body. She decided to give them the full show, so she turned slowly, allowing them access to her backside. She heard a masculine groan and smiled to herself, her crooked little smile that showed her family that she was enjoying their displays of appreciation and, quite frankly, pure lust.

Erin could feel herself leaking now, her groin tingling and her stomach forming a tiny knot of excitement. She had chosen this outfit specifically for tonight, in hopes that the birthday tradition would continue, despite the recent changes in the family. She had never loved her family more than now and had never felt more loved. Was this effort necessary? No. But it was enjoyable. It would be fun, she told herself. She wanted this night to be new and exciting and it was going to start with her.

"I take it you like it?" she asked, slowly completing her turn.

"You look amazing," her brother breathed.

"Beautiful," echoed his mother.

"Thank you. I wanted to look nice for you."

And she did. As she had waited between classes nearly two months ago, she sat in the student center and had a hunch that she wanted something new, something fresh. The three weeks it took for her order to be delivered, were torture. She wondered if it would fit, if it would look as good on her as it did on the model. When her package arrived, she immediately went to her room to open it and try it on. "Fuck that," she laughed, "This looks better on me than it does on her." She had been so turned on at seeing herself that she took the time to masturbate in the mirror. She loved her look as she stroked herself, legs splayed. And she got on all fours, watching herself in the mirror as she peered over her shoulder, bringing a second orgasm, and then a third as she raised and lowered herself on her mother's dildo, suction cupped to a chair. She admitted it to herself: she looked good from every angle.

And tonight, it had been confirmed by the two people she wanted to impress the most. They continued to leer at her in her new outfit. 

"I hope you don't mind, mom, but I borrowed your heels."

"Not at all, sweetheart. They set it off well."

Michelle was describing the fact that her white suede heels capped the white stockings that ran most of the length of the tan legs, exquisite pillars that supported the tiny blonde. Running up from the tops of the stockings were two white elastic straps (and two more on the back of her thighs) that connected directly to a white pearl inlaid corset. Her panties were of the same translucent mesh as the stockings, a low waist bikini style. The corset looked almost bridal in its color and pattern, the fabric a textured satin. The young lady's modest breasts rested on the top edge of the lip, which rose in the center and then scooped underneath each breast. Erin had opted to wear a four-strand pearl choker necklace to break the pattern of bare skin. She looked elegant, yet sultry. Her make-up had been freshened, her lips a dark pink, her eye shadow a blue silver. She had pulled her hair back into a tight ponytail, yet had left bangs over her forehead. Her ears were pierced with pearl studs, each one supporting a teardrop pearl hanging on a tinted silver eyelet.

"I feel really underdressed," Cory finally said.

"Yeah...me, too," said their mother.

"Don't worry about that. Soon enough I'll be wearing more than either one of you." She took a couple of steps toward her mother and looked her in the eye with a glare of passion and power, gently pulling the blanket from her hand. She turned away from them and swayed her hips seductively as she walked to the fireplace tossing the blanket in the air as she guided it down by two corners before resting on her knees to smooth it out and flip down the corners. 

Taking her place in the middle of the blanket, she stood on her knees and extended her arms out. "Come on," she prompted, "Don't make me wait." The other two walked over and Erin took one of each of their hands. "I want you both to know how much I love you. So far this has been the best birthday I've ever had and as far as I'm concerned, it can only get better." She smiled as she looked back and forth between them. She kissed the backs of their hands before pulling lightly on her mother's. "Come on, mom. Help me get Cory undressed."

Michelle smiled and helped Cory off with his shirt, looking him in the eye before she knelt beside her daughter. As Erin worked at Cory's belt, zipper and button, Michelle pulled off his boots and socks. Cory was already rock hard by the time his underwear came into view of the two vixens at his feet.

"Somebody's eager," Erin smiled, stroking his shaft through his boxer briefs.

"You do that to me, beautiful."

"Are you sure it's not just my new wardrobe?" she teased.

"That doesn't hurt," he smiled, "but you should know by now how sexy I think you are."

"I hope you're going to show me," she said, still caressing his cock and balls. "Mom," she said, turning to Michelle, "would you like me to undress you before we give your son a blowjob?"

Michelle smiled, her stomach twisted in a knot of lust. "It's your birthday, baby girl, whatever you want."

"Let's wait. I think it's sexy seeing a fully-dressed woman worshiping the rock hard cock of a naked man, especially one as fit and hung as my brother."

Michelle trembled visibly at Erin's description, her heated pussy leaking into her panties. Erin couldn't help but notice her mother's nipples hardening against her shirt. She took the opportunity to pinch the right nipple, the one right next to her.

"What do you think, mom? Should we let him cum on us or make him wait so he can build up a nice big load?"

It was Cory's turn to groan, his cock twitching against his sister's hand.

"Like I said," Michelle breathed, "It's your birthday. Personally, I think he should wait, but two good loads or one giant load, doesn't matter to me. Whatever you want, birthday girl."

Erin cocked her head and looked at the ceiling, tapping her lips with her finger as if she was trying to really consider all her options. "You know what? I'll just play it by ear. If I just HAVE to have his cum, I'll let him blast me; but if I can wait, he'll just have to control himself. But, since it IS my birthday, I get the first taste. Hold him steady for me, mom."

Michelle quickly pulled on the waistband of her son's underwear, lowering it in the front. Cory pushed it down in the back to get it past his ass, but at that point, Michelle was able to pull them down easily. With one hand she continued to work his underwear off and with the other she grasped him around the base. She noticed that in the dim light of the fire, his defined veins cast shadows like a road map around his shaft. He looked delicious.

Erin looked sideways at her mother and opened her mouth wide. Michelle pointed her son's prick so that it pointed straight forward. Erin moved forward, sliding down about halfway before backing off of him. Her tongue swirled around the head as she made eye contact with the hungry young man in front of her. She lowered her head and licked his balls with the flat of her tongue and Michelle instinctively raised him up, pulling him up against his stomach. 

Cory tried hard to contain himself as he watched his mother's tiny pale hand embrace the base of his shaft while his tan seductress of a sister ravaged him with her mouth, lips and tongue. She never brought her hands up off her thighs and his mother never leaned in to get a taste of her own. But they worked in concert, almost reading each other as if the hand and the mouth were from the same woman. This was better, though. Much, much better.

After a few minutes, Erin spoke, never looking away from Cory's eyes. "Mom," she said.

"Yes, baby?" she practically whispered, her eyes still focusing on the throbbing, shining head of her son's penis.

"Let's trade." Erin slid her hand down from the head to the base, covering her mother's hand, prompting Michelle to let go and look at her daughter. She again noticed how beautiful Erin looked in the orange glow of the fire. She caught Erin smiling at her, the firelight catching the moisture on her lips and the crease at the upturned corner of her mouth. Michelle found herself smiling back and nodding before looking up at her son and opening her mouth as Erin had done.

From Cory's angle he saw his pre-moistened prick being held and squeezed by the younger, flawless tiny tan hand while holding it steady for the fairer-skinned brunette still in jeans, but still sexy as hell. Again they worked in tandem, bringing him closer to the edge, but leaving plenty of room to keep him from falling over. His mother's moves were more gentle, almost poetic, where his sister's had been assertive. Hungry. Maybe it was a skill that came with age and experience, or maybe it was just a difference in their personalities. Either way, he wasn't complaining.

Erin let go of her brother's cock without warning, but whispered to Michelle, "Keep going, but no hands." Michelle nodded her acknowledgement and kept up her gentle lovemaking while her daughter moved behind her. She felt the soft warm touch of feminine hands caressing her shoulders and neck and there was a gentle rush of warm air at her ear before feeling lips gently pull at her lobe. 

Michelle moaned quietly at the touch of her daughter's lips on her ear, escorted by caressing hands. The hands trailed gently down the front of her shoulders, running flat over her nipples toward the hem of her shirt. Once at her stomach, they balled up the fabric of her shirt and pulled up, freeing the t-shirt from the confines of her jeans. Erin's hands caressed the now exposed flesh of Michelle's stomach, bringing another moan and tremble from the sexy mature brunette. Her mouth never stopped moving, gliding up and down on the cock trapped inside.

Erin was high on her knees behind her mother, watching her work her magic on the young, strong penis before her. She ran her hands down over her mother's magnificent breasts, feeling each nipple glide over her palms, candy pebbles beneath a cotton sheath. When she touched the waistband of her mother's jeans, she pulled the shirt up and touched the smoothness beneath, the warm skin of her mother's belly. She wrapped her hands around the hem of the shirt and untucked it all the way around before pulling it up over Michelle's head. Michelle had instinctively lifted her arms and pulled back off Cory's prick so the shirt could come all the way off, but she quickly resumed her task.

"Your bra is so pretty, mom," she said, reaching around to cup her mother's breasts. "But not as pretty as what's in it. I love your nipples and can't wait to pull on them with my teeth."

Michelle flinched, pulling off Cory's erection, but replacing it with her hand and stroking it once while she turned to speak to her daughter. Immediately Erin grabbed her wrist and shook her head with a smile. "No hands." Michelle removed her hand, but still held her daughter's gaze. Erin kissed her mother gently on the lips, their tongues touching briefly before the young blonde reached behind her mother to snap the hooks on her bra, letting it fall free when Michelle dropped her arms. 

Erin looked up at her brother as she tossed the bra to the side. Still gazing into his eyes, she stroked his erection while saying, "Stand up, mom. Let me get rid of those pants." Taking Erin's free hand, Michelle stood and kissed her son deeply while her daughter unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. 

Cory was in heaven. He couldn't believe how erotic this was. The beauty of the ladies, their contrasting wardrobes, his raw nakedness by comparison, the gentle oral teasing, their mild lesbian touches, and the heat and glow of the fire, combined to keep him tightly wound. He continued to kiss his mother, his hand on her bare waist, his other hanging by his own hip, fist clenched as he fought to control the urge to take what he wanted.

Michelle felt her second sock pull from her foot, having followed both shoes and the other sock, before the soft, warm hands of her daughter tugged firmly at the waist of her jeans. She wiggled her hips as her daughter pulled and soon enough they were being pulled off her feet and tossed to the side.

"And I thought the bra was beautiful," Erin said breathlessly. Michelle stopped kissing her son and turned her attention to the gorgeous face of the blonde on her knees who leaned forward and kissed the front of her mother's panties. "Mmm," she whispered. "I can smell you already." She brought her hand up and ran her fingers between her mother's legs over her lips. "You're so wet already. I can't wait any more. Lie down."

Michelle lay back on the blanket, excited at what was finally going to happen, and Erin straddled her face facing her feet. She didn't have to say a word as she followed her daughter's lead, hooking her fingers into the white panties and pulling them aside, as he daughter was doing to her black panties.

Cory watched in awe as he heard the ladies moaning while sharing in their mutual delight and pleasure. Erin's ponytail fell over her shoulder as her head worked in small circles between her mother's thighs, her arm steadily churning her mother from the inside. His mother was holding the panties to the side with one hand while her other rhythmically squeezed the firm round cheek hovering above her head. Her eyes were often pinched closed as she responded to the blonde's efforts, her moans and grunts muffled by flared labia and firm thigh.

Erin quickly looked over at her brother and noticed a string of arousal hanging from his turgid spear. "Don't just stand there, handsome. Help her out. Come lick my ass. I want to feel both of your tongues on me." As soon as she had said it, her mouth was buried again and Cory was kneeling near his mother's head. With one hand he supported his weight and with one he alternated caressing his sister's ass and his mother's tit. Both ladies were constantly moaning as each sucked and kissed and received pleasure from the other sucking and kissing. In a moment, Cory's tongue made contact with Erin's asshole and she yelped into her mom's cunt, her hips jerking involuntarily at the instant pleasure he was bringing.

Michelle was overwhelmed with the sight of her son tonguing his sister's backdoor while she tasted the flowing arousal, the texture of her flower soft against her lips. Her daughter's mouth was magic and her son's gripping hand only served to increase her own pleasure. Her groin began to build with pressure like a battery charging when hooked to an electrical source. She knew she would burst with fire and wonder in a moment and she let herself drift toward that sweet release. Wanting the same for her daughter, she gripped her globe more firmly and brought her tongue forward to lash at the clit in front of her.

Erin couldn't take it anymore. Between the buildup of the day, her costume and the tandem tonguing, her explosion was imminent. Her head began to swim and her muscles spasmed against her will. She fell forward a little, her face resting on her mother's thigh, yet she had the presence of mind to continue fingering her mother in hopes of bringing her release as well.

Michelle yelped in surprise when she was sprayed by her daughter's climax, but quickly brought her head up to latch on and trap what she could in her mouth. Cory rested on his heels watching the lewd display and wondered at the resulting orgasm that caused his mother's eyes to pinch closed as she squealed against her daughter's mound. Erin gasped and moaned, lurching her own head up as her mother's response gushed onto the blanket, her legs twitching.

"Holy shit," Cory muttered, interrupting their silent mutual recovery. "That was one of the hottest fucking things I've ever seen."

"Really?" Erin asked, unsaddling from her mother and resting on her hip. She helped her mother to sit up while she added, "You've seen us do that before plenty of times. I was just getting off." Michelle wiped her face and chest with her t-shirt while her children talked.




Man of the House Ch. 10



"So," Cory asked his mom as he handed her a coffee, "Have you decided if we're leaving tonight or tomorrow morning?"

"The roads aren't supposed to be icy tonight. How long of a drive did you say it was?"

"About three hours, according to the GPS."

"So two, then?" she smiled, knowing everyone in their family had a lead foot. Cory just smiled and shrugged. "Are you going to be able to find it in the dark? I mean if it's hidden on a back road in the mountains?"

"We don't have a schedule, so if I miss a turn or two and have to double back, I'll be okay with that."

"No you won't," she laughed. "You'll get mad about it."

"Okay," he smiled, "Maybe you're right. But you and Erin will be there to keep me settled. After all," he winked, "I have to watch my language in front of the ladies."

"Oh, sure. You're a real boy scout." She shook her head with a smile and took another sip of her coffee. 

"So what do you think?"

"I think I'm ready to get this vacation started. The earlier we leave, the more time we have at the cabin. As far as I'm concerned, we can even eat on the way so we don't have to wait until after supper."

"Sounds good to me," Cory said with an excited smile. "Then I will spend the day sleeping and pack the car this afternoon when Erin gets home from school." 

He and Michelle kissed each other good-bye and she walked out to the garage while he made his way upstairs to get out of his dusty work clothes and shower up. He knocked on Erin's door as he passed and heard her hair dryer turn off before she opened the door.

"Morning," he said, giving her a kiss and looking her up and down. She was only wearing her bright yellow boy shorts and the necklace he had given her for her birthday. Her hair was tousled, but she had already put on her make-up and she looked amazing.

"Morning, stinky," she smiled.

"You cool with leaving tonight? Mom and I are both ready to get up there and settle in."

"Sure. It won't take me long to pack."

"All right, then. I'm going to sleep a lot of the day, so if I'm asleep when you get home, wake me up?"

"Yeah, okay."

"And can we take your car? If the weather gets bad I would feel better in your four-wheel drive."

"No problem."

"Thanks, gorgeous. I'll see you this afternoon." He kissed her again and she smiled as he patted her rear before she closed her door to finish getting ready for school.

Cory woke up to his sister's voice and her hand stroking his arm gently. "Cor? Time to get up. We need to start packing."

He rolled over and stretched, opening his eyes to see his sister smiling at him. "I love waking up to that face." He stroked her cheek as she smiled and looked away. "You're so beautiful."

She rolled her eyes. "You're still half-asleep." She patted his hip and stood. "Come on. Up." He took her hand and she pulled him out of bed until he was standing on his own two feet. She looked down and shook her head with a smile. "Every time."

"What? I can't help it," he laughed. "He likes you."

She laughed in return. "You're an idiot." She turned to leave his room, still shaking her head.

After another quick shower and brushing his teeth, Cory was tossing his duffle bag into the back of the Forerunner when he heard the thunk thunk of a wheeled suitcase dropping down the two stairs from the front porch to the sidewalk. He pulled his head back out of the car to see his sister pulling her big pink suitcase with white polka dots, toward her car. He met her halfway and picked up the heavy suitcase to set it in the back and push it forward to bump the back seat.

"Got everything you need?" he asked.

"Let's see," she looked up and closed one eye as she counted on her fingers. "Clothes. Socks. Underwear. Make up. Money. Dildos. Shoes. Lingerie. Heavy coat. iPod. Watch. Anal lube. Laptop. Yep. That's everything."

She turned to walk back into the house, her hips exaggerated in their swaying. Cory watched her walk away, her tight jeans hugging her curves, but her red hoodie covering her upper body. His phone rang in his pocket, the Imperial March muffled by denim.

"Hey, mom," he said.

"Hey, sweetie. Have you checked the weather?"

"No. Erin woke me up a little while ago and now I'm packing the car."

"Okay. You need to check the weather. There's a storm front coming in from the west and their talking about sleet and freezing rain overnight. You may want to check and see if we're going to hit it before we get there."

"Does it matter? I'll just drive more carefully if we do, but we' re leaving when you get home."

"I just thought that if we needed to wait until the morning..." she sounded worried.

"If it ices tonight, it will still be icy in the morning. Mom, it's okay. We'll get there and settle in and then it can ice all it wants tonight and tomorrow." He knew she couldn't see his smile, but hopefully his voice had soothed her.

She sighed. "Okay. I'm sorry. I just worry about you. If you think we'll be okay, then I trust you." She sounded more confident at the end.

"Good enough for me. I'll check the weather like you asked, but we'll leave as soon as you get packed."

"Okay. That's good enough for me. I love you, baby."

"I love you, too, mom. We'll be okay. I promise."

"Thank you. I'll see you in a little while."

They said their good-byes and Cory went in to put some food and drinks in the cooler before loading it in the car. A couple of times Erin came down to the living room, talking on the phone as she passed through before returning upstairs. She grabbed the grill lighter and went back upstairs. She came back down and picked up a starter log off the mantle, setting it on the kitchen counter and pointing to it as she looked at Cory. He got the message and gave her a thumbs-up.

After placing the cooler in the car and putting a couple of starter logs, a roadside emergency kit, and his GPS in, he opened his laptop to check the weather for the town the cabin was near. The front wasn't supposed to hit until nearly 1 a.m., but if it was early it would still be well past their estimated time of arrival. He texted his mom. "Storm coming late. Should be ok." She responded a moment later, "Thx."

An hour later, Cory was watching TV and he heard bump...bump....bump from the ceiling. He got and walked around to the stairs, the bumping still steady. By this time Erin was halfway down the stairs with their mother's big black suitcase landing on every step as she pulled it behind her. Cory bounced up the stairs and took it from her.

"Mom called after she got off the phone with you and asked me to pack her stuff."

"That's who you were talking to earlier?" he asked, carrying her suitcase the rest of the way down.

"Yeah. She wanted to be ready to leave as soon as she got changed, so she told me what to pack. I just talked to her again and she said she's about to leave so she should be home in about a half an hour."

"Okay, great. We can leave earlier than I had hoped." He put her suitcase in the car and Erin put her mother's overnight makeup kit and both their laptop cases on top before Cory closed the back hatch. The sky was starting to turn gray and there was a light, but very cold, breeze blowing.

He and Erin were making sure the house was straight for the weekend, Cory having brought the patio furniture into the shed in case of heavy winds, and turning on some of the faucets so the pipes wouldn't burst, when they heard the garage door open.

Michelle came in, calling out, "Am I the only one ready to go to the mountains?"

"Yes!" Erin called from the living room.

"Liar," Michelle said back with a smile as her daughter rounded the corner holding a can of wood polish and a cloth diaper.

"You caught me," she shrugged. She kissed her mom on the cheek and put the wood polish and cloth under the sink while Michelle went upstairs to change. While she changed into jeans and a sweater, Cory added her laptop case and purse to the car.

Making sure everything was locked up, the three loaded up and headed to the mountains, stopping for some drive-thru fast food on the way. When Cory rolled down the window to place his order, he could tell the temperature had dropped significantly as they drove west, and the wind had picked up, hitting the truck sideways in bursts that made it more difficult to control.

After about two hours they were off the interstate and found themselves winding through narrow curved roads and the occasional traffic light when they would hit a small town. It actually did take them nearly three hours, but some of that was weather. As they got to the higher elevations, Cory started to hit some patches of black ice and the light rain that had been falling was instantly creating a sheet of ice on the windshield. He had to stop three times to scrape it off.

Soon enough he saw the gravel side road, which was surprisingly well-maintained, and drove nearly two miles to get to the cabin. Due to the pitch darkness they could not see how the actual cabin measured up to the pictures. It looked nice enough. There was a decent front porch with four rocking chairs on it, and a green metal roof. The door had the center cut out with an ornate frosted glass oval that took up most of the frame. 

"Well, here it is," smiled Cory.

"It looks beautiful from what I can tell," Michelle said, Erin echoing her feelings.

"Let's get you girls inside and I'll get everything turned on before coming back for the luggage."

"I'll help unload," Erin said.

"No, you stay inside with mom," he smiled. "You don't need to come back out here."

"But I can..."

"Erin," Michelle interrupted, "Cory's trying to take care of us. Why don't we let him do that? Okay?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"You ready?" Cory asked. They both nodded. They all three opened their doors and immediately heard the freezing rain clicking on the dried leaves, branches, and metal roof as it fell. They hurried to the porch, Cory making sure the steps weren't icy and helping the ladies up to the dry porch. He unlocked the front door and reached for the light switches just inside, turning on several lights in the great room.

"Oh, my!" Michelle beamed. "This is beautiful!"

"Holy shit!" called Erin, drawing a laugh from her mother.

"Dan, you are the man," laughed Cory.

The first thing that drew their attention was the wall of glass on the backside of the cabin. It was all windows with a glass door at each end. They couldn't see outside due to the darkness, the inside light making it more of a mirror than a window. Next was the tall stone chimney. The fireplace was a little oversized, but not enormous. The cabin was about 2500 square feet, Dan had said, with most of it being in the open floor plan of the great room, kitchen and dining area. Above the rough-hewn wood mantle was a giant rack of antlers mounted on a wooden plaque and behind the chimney was a second-story loft behind a wall with an open window on either side of the chimney. The stairs were on the front wall, and there was a hall on the main floor behind the fireplace.

"Let me get a fire started while you ladies find the thermostat and turn on the faucets."

Cory walked to the back glass door by the fireplace and opened it onto the back deck. Right where Dan said it would be, he found a rack of pre-split firewood at the end of the deck and brought in two armloads, placing them in the rack on the hearth. He opened the screen and reached in to open the flu, laughing as he looked through to see all the way down the hall. The fireplace heated not just the great room, but the hallway and rooms behind it as well. 

It didn't take long for him to get a fire started, hearing laughter and squeals from his mother and sister as they looked around the cabin. They called out to tell him about the king bed and additional fireplace in the loft, the garden tub and shower in the master bath, the wine cooler in the kitchen and even the lounge with a bar and pool table in the basement. 

Once the fire was going and the heater had kicked on, the cabin started to feel like a more relaxed and luxurious vacation spot, especially with the warm glow of the lights on dimmer switches and plush leather furniture. As the women settled in, giddy with excitement, Cory fulfilled his promise of unloading the luggage, dropping it by the front door, where he would move it after he was done in the weather.

He stomped his feet on the mat on the front porch before entering to see his two ladies sitting on the rug in front of the fireplace, sipping wine and laughing.

"Now there's a sight I like to see," he smiled.

"Are you ready for some wine, baby? Or a beer?" Michelle asked, rising to her knees.

"I think some wine would be nice. Thank you."

"Sure thing." She rose to walk to the kitchen.

"Where should I put the bags?" he asked.

"Erin, why don't you show him the upstairs and see if he thinks that is suitable for us?" Michelle smiled, her eyebrow raised.

"Okay!" she exclaimed, walking toward her brother, wine in one hand, grasping his in the other. She led him quickly up the stairs and jumped on the bed, standing on her knees as she asked, "What do you think, Cor? King bed? Fireplace? Garden tub? Can we make it work?" Her smile never faded.

"Wow," he said, walking around and looking at the layout, "This is beautiful."

"It's a love nest, is what it is," she giggled.

"What do you think, Cor?" Michelle called as she walked up the stairs. "Nice, huh?"

"Very," he said, taking a glass of wine from his mother's hand. She wrapped her arm around his waist, prompting him to rest his around hers. "I could see the two of you making love on that bed."

"Aww, not the three of us?" Erin pouted.

"Yes, the three of us, too, but I love watching the two of you. You're so sexy together."

Michelle reached over and placed her hand on his crotch. She felt his growing erection and caressed it as she laughed. "That's obvious."

"Well," Cory said, clearing his throat, "I guess I'd better put our bags up here then."

"If you haul them up here, we'll unpack them," countered Michelle.

"Fair enough." He walked downstairs and began bringing the heavy bags first, Michelle's and then Erin's, finishing with his own. "I'm leaving the laptops down here, if that's all right. Dan said there's wifi and the blu-ray players are also wireless so we can stream movies."

"That's fine," called Michelle.

After bringing his bag upstairs he sat on the bed while his sister and mother transferred their clothes from their suitcases to the dresser and closet. "Hmm," Erin said, her finger to her lips. "Mom, where should I put these?" she asked, dumping the suitcase on the bed.

"Holy..."Cory breathed, eyes wide.

"Oh, my!" Michelle feigned embarrassment. "You weren't supposed to see those. You must think your mother is a terrible pervert," she frowned at her son.

He started laughing and fell over onto his side, the two women laughing with him. He sat back up, still laughing. "I had no idea you had so many toys!"

"I told you!" Erin said. Pulling her handful of toys out of her own bag, she dropped them on the bed, pouting, "It makes my little collection look pitiful."

Cory looked back and forth between them and noted the variety of vibrators, dildos and bullets in his mother's pile, and compared it to the strap-on, vibrator, slim dildo and the beast Erin used on her birthday. He couldn't imagine what a woman would need such a variety for, but then again he was easy to please.

"Did you have to bring all of them?" he asked.

"You never know what kind of mood you're going to be in," his mother explained, shrugging her shoulders with a smile.

"Well, then, it looks like we have our work cut out for us," he laughed.

Erin and Michelle put the toys in the top drawer with their underwear, asking Cory to build a fire. He went to get some firewood and built a fire in the fireplace on the back of the chimney to warm their "love nest" as Erin had called it. They sat and talked on the bed as Cory built the fire, asking him if Dan had told him anything about the area. He said he hadn't, but that there was supposed to be folder on the kitchen counter with information about the rental and the area.

Erin ran down the stairs and quickly returned with a dark green binder, filled with full-color pages in inserts behind a few dividers. Flipping through it they noticed a Christmas light tour, downtown Christmas village, and advertisements for various restaurants and attractions. There was a map of the town tucked into the back pocket and a sheet with directions for accessing the internet and operating the hot tub, blu-ray players and a channel guide for the satellite television. Dan had certainly thought of everything, Cory thought.

"We certainly won't be bored," said Michelle, sipping her wine, "Even if we get tired of making love."

"Because THAT'S going to happen," giggled Erin.

The sound of the ice on the roof began to get louder and more intense, so Cory went to the only window, but couldn't see anything, so he went down to the back window and turned on a light switch, which illuminated the deck, and he noticed a torrent of little pellets of ice bouncing on the sealed wood. "It's really coming down now," he called out.

"Guess we're stuck in for the night," returned Erin. "We'd better make the most of it."

"I'm going to grab some snacks and the bottle of wine. I'll be up in a minute," he yelled, receiving no answer. In the kitchen he noticed all the appliances were stainless steel, except the wine cooler, which had a glass front and a handful of bottles resting in their cradles. Cory inspected them and noted that there were a variety of reds and whites: Port, Bordeaux, Zinfandel. He wondered if they were for guest use, but then he decided since they were the last guests of the year it didn't matter. If they wanted them to remain unenjoyed, they should be in a cellar. If Dan bitched about it, Cory would write a check.

For now, however, he pulled the bottle that was already in use, from the refrigerator and sliced up some cheese and summer sausage, and set them on a plate next to some cubed fruit. He carried it upstairs and stopped by the fireplace, shaking his head with a smile.

"You couldn't wait for me?" he asked. 

Michelle lifted her head out of her daughter's crotch and said, "I thought you wanted to see this."

"Well, yeah, but..."

"But nothing. Enjoy the show. And refill our wine?" She returned to her task without waiting for an answer. She lay naked over her daughter, who was also naked and pleasuring her mother orally at the same time.

Cory refilled all three glasses and sat on the hearth watching his two lovers in a fireside sixty-nine. He would occasionally grab a piece of fruit or cheese or sausage off the plate, knowing it was nowhere near as delicious as what either of the others were tasting. His erection was aching, longing for their touch, but he worked hard to practice patience, knowing his time would come soon enough. In the meantime he enjoyed watching them trade climaxes for the next fifteen or twenty minutes. He had removed his heavy wool sweater, unsure whether he was getting hot from sitting next to the fire or from watching the erotic display on the bed, not that it mattered.

Finally, his mother let out another orgasm and rolled off of her daughter, laughingly declaring, "Enough, that's enough." 

Erin pouted her response. "Aww. I still have more to give," she said, propping up on her hands. She sat up completely and swung her legs to the side of the bed when Cory stood and gave both women their wine glasses. He helped his mother sit up while she reached for her glass, and he set the tray between them.

"We have all weekend," he said. "Would you two like to rest for a while?"

"I think so," answered Michelle.




Man of the House Ch. 10



Erin agreed and the three selected a movie on demand from Netflix and watched the teen sex comedy, laughing and mocking the characters' stupidity all the while. They lay on the king-sized bed and watched the movie on the large flatscreen that was mounted on the wall over the dresser across from the foot of the bed. Their hands would roam nonchalantly as Cory, still in jeans and a thermal shirt, lay between the two naked goddesses. Occasionally a hand would snake up under his shirt or into his pants, which his sister had unsnapped on her first attempt to fish.

The end credits rolled while Erin said, "I'm ready to go again; well, I'm STILL ready to go, I should say."

"Aw, man," Cory complained. "I was hoping we could watch another movie."

Michelle laughed at Erin's response, a laughing, "You're a dick," followed by a swat at his chest. Cory laughed and flinched at her assault.

His mother stepped over to the dresser and pulled her blanket out. "Get up so we can pull down these sheets."

Her children got off the bed and pulled the sheets down to the foot of the pine-carved rail bed, allowing their mother to lay out her sex blanket so they could all sleep without a cold wet spot. She crawled up and knelt on the bed. "Erin, why don't you undress your brother while I watch." Her hand snaked between her legs, her other hand traveling between alternate nipples.

"Gladly." She smiled as she settled onto her knees and removed his shoes and socks, tossing them to the side. She rose up on her feet and kissed him deeply as her hands pulled at the hem of his shirt, breaking the kiss only to pull the shirt off his arms and to examine and caress his chest and stomach. "I love your body, Cor," she breathed.

His mother echoed her sentiment with a breathy, "So do I."

"I love both your bodies," he smiled, looking between them. "The look, the feel, the taste. All of it."

Erin again dropped to her knees and unzipped his jeans before pulling them down over his hips and pulling on the hem of each leg as he stepped free. She looked past him to her mother. "What do you think, mom? On or off?"

"Oh, I think he's had them on long enough, don't you, sweetheart?"

"I agree." She pulled his boxer briefs off over his feet and was almost hit in the face with his erection. As soon as she saw it, she grabbed it and stroked it a couple of times, drawing a long moan from her brother's chest.

Her mother interrupted her effort. "Don't be selfish. We have to share."

Erin looked disappointed, but knew she was right. "Get on the bed and lie down." She stood up as she said it and followed him onto the clean, soft white sheet. "Heads or tails, mom?"

"Hmmm." She looked like she was thinking. "Heads."

"Yay!" Erin clapped, bouncing on her knees. 

Michelle straddled Cory's head with a smile, which was returned by her son. Without another word from either of them he began to gently make love to her with his mouth. With his hands he massaged the different areas he could reach, which was most of her from neck to nethers. As soon as his mother had settled onto him, he felt his sister's hair on his thigh just before her hand and mouth latched onto his cock.

Needless to say, Cory was in heaven. But so was Michelle. And Erin. The young man groaned and twitched at his sister's ministrations. He felt her twist her hand as she pumped him and he felt her mouth bob while her tongue swirled. It was almost as if his nerves were confused. She didn't hold a steady rhythm, but instead sped up and slowed down, took him deep and kept him shallow, took her mouth completely off of him, licked his shaft sideways, sucked his balls into her mouth, fondled them with her hand...all without rhyme or reason. Her wandering love heightened his arousal, especially given the dual mewling from the throats of the goddesses above him.

His own efforts to bring his mother to orgasm were driven by her rotating hips and verbal commands. As she grasped the headboard, she looked down at him and used his lips, tongue and nose to massage her labia and clitoris. "Oh, yeah," she whined, "I love your mouth. That tongue is magic." Cory moaned into her, both at her words and at his sister's touch. He tried to tell her how good she tasted, but it was just a garbled noise, muted by his mother's cunt.

"That's it," said Erin, removing herself from Cory's groin. "I need to feel this from the inside." She smoothly straddled him and rested her hands on Michelle's shoulders before lowering herself onto him, taking him all the way in. "God, that's good," she moaned. Erin raised and lowered herself, circling her hips on occasion, and grinding her clit on his groin. He brought his hands down and cupped her ass, pulling her forward and allowing her to force herself back down his shaft. His head was grazing right over her g-spot, causing her release to approach quickly. Erin squeezed her mother's shoulders right at the base of her neck, releasing and squeezing, releasing and squeezing. 

Cory could feel the underside of his head being tickled by her insides and it became too much. He groaned into his mother, whose own release poured out of her, running over his tongue, down his cheeks and throat. Erin watched her convulse silently on her son's mouth and knew that feeling well. She also felt two familiar sensations of her own: her own orgasm quickly building, and her brother's swelling and twitching which signaled his own climax. She picked up the pace, forcing herself down onto him, making the bed bounce, and pulling almost all the way back off of him.

"Hunh," she grunted. "I'm cumming, Cor! Are you going to cum in me?"

He mumbled again, still smothered by Michelle's snatch as she worked to bring herself off again. She looked over her shoulder to see her daughter bouncing wildly, her hair and breasts bouncing as she rode her big brother. She locked eyes with her mother and the two connected as Erin twitched and squealed, working hard to keep her eyes open, but failing after a short time. Cory pulled her hard down onto him, his hands digging into her hips and ass as he twitched and thrust, firing up into her. At the sight and sounds, their mother again released her pleasure onto her son's mouth.

Michelle rolled to the side, leaning back against the pillows at the headboard, stroking her son's hair as she caught her breath. Erin fell forward onto her brother and kissed him, tasting her mother on his lips. She made an "Mmm" sound as they kissed, receiving a similar response from Cory. After a moment, she rested her head on his shoulder, looking up at her mother. Michelle smiled down at her, love and peace and post-coital bliss mingling in her heart.

"I need to clean up," Erin whined, "but I don't feel like getting up."

"Then don't," replied her mother softly. "Just relax." She leaned forward enough to stroke Erin's cheek. Erin's eyes closed in response, relaxing into her brother's body.

"I'll go close the fireplace downstairs," Michelle said, moving to climb off the bed. 

"Don't," Cory said quietly, caressing Erin's back while he reached for his mother's hand. "I already took care of it when I went to get the wine. Stay here with us. With me."

She simply nodded as she smiled. Turning off the lamp on the nightstand, she settled down onto the bed, tucking her feet under the covers. Cory rolled Erin to the side. She didn't say a word, probably well on her way to sleep by now. It was late and she had worn herself out. He sat up and pulled the covers over all three of them. The only light in the room came from the crackling fire and the only sounds were the popping flames, the freezing rain on the roof and the satisfied breathing of the three lovers.

Erin lay with her back to her brother and he rolled on his side to face his mom. She lay on her side facing him and he reached up to caress her soft, warm cheek. "I love you, mom," whispered Cory.

"I love you, too, baby." She sighed and brought a hand up to wipe at her eye. "Thank you for this weekend. You continue to amaze me, Cor. I can't believe how well you take care of us."

"It's nothing, mom. Really. I wanted to do this. I thought it would be a good start, maybe a new tradition. Who knows? Maybe we'll have a cabin of our own one day that we can go to whenever we want."

She smiled at his dream. "I would like that." She closed her eyes and took one last deep breath. She had fallen asleep with a gentle smile on her face. He lay and looked at her, noting the details of her aging face. Her forehead had fine lines running across it, years of agony and frustration etched into her brow. It was offset, however, by her crow's feet, small lines spreading from the outside corners of her eyes, showing the countless smiles she had worn and laughter that flowed so freely from her heart in times of joy. Her make-up having worn off through the day, he could vaguely see her small light freckles, lightly dusting her cheekbones and the bridge of her nose, the firelight doing nothing to hide them. He loved her deeply and not just as his mother, but as a man loves a woman, a lover. A soul mate.

A moment later, she rolled over, still asleep, and curled away from him. For a long time he lay awake and watched the light of the fire cause dancing shadows on the rafters. He thought back to how this all began, replaying his highlight reel, the best and most memorable events of their time together: that first shower and massage, his mother's confession, his first kiss and lovemaking with Erin, his first date with Vanessa, their day at the park, his drive-in date with his mother, his sister's birthday. He began to swell as he thought back, and idly stroked himself, but not in an effort to cum; it was mindless and relaxing. He faded out to thoughts of love.

He could hear the wind outside and noticed that his exposed arm was a little cool, but he was warm under the covers. He had to piss big time, probably the wine, and noticed the room was dark. He sat up quietly and made his way to the foot of the bed so he wouldn't disturb the sleeping Venuses on either side. The fireplace had merely a handful of glowing embers under the grate, so he placed two more pieces of wood and a starter kindling on the grate before lighting the kindling with a fireplace match he had lit by touching it to an ember. He made his way to the bathroom, never turning on a light. As he drained into the toilet he smiled at the fact that he could still smell his mother on his face and taste her in his mouth. He wanted more. 

The fire had caught quickly and the room was again bathed in an orange glow. His mother had turned toward the center of the bed, now curled on her other side. She had one leg out from under the covers, holding the bedspread between her knees. Her entire left side was exposed, from her foot all the way up. God, she was beautiful. His erection was full now. He wanted to let her sleep, but they had five more days together. She had plenty of time to sleep.

He knelt down beside the bed and kissed her exposed ass lightly, caressing her leg. She moaned lightly, stretching her leg out before curling it back up again. He began pulling the cover down and she shuffled again, releasing it. It was now free from the grip of her knees and she was more exposed. It was cool in the room and he hoped she wasn't cold. Again he kissed her soft globe and began licking it lightly, almost as if he was tentatively tongue-kissing a virgin.

She didn't move much, but would occasionally rustle as he lightly kissed and caressed up and down her body. Soon enough he rotated his head to kiss just above the cleft of her ass and worked his way down, kissing further and further. He could smell her and he was rock hard as a result. He had to resist the urge to touch himself. He couldn't tell if her scent was fresh or hours old or both, but he didn't care.

Cory lifted up her left cheek and pressed his face into the backs of her thighs, swiping at her concealed pussy with his tongue. He heard her gasp and moan and felt a hand on the back of his head.

"Cory? Baby? What are you doing?" she moaned, giggling sleepily.

"I had to taste you, mom. I had to." He began feasting again.

"Okay," she giggled, "No need to hide." Her left foot flat on the bed, she raised up her knee giving him full access. He moved in to really get to work and she lifted her foot to rest it on his shoulder. "Goddd," she whined quietly, "You're so good at that." Her hand came up to rest on his head, her other hand caressing her breast.

"You taste so good. I woke up with your scent on my face and I wanted some more."

"I'm glad you did. I didn't get to feel you inside me tonight," whispered Michelle, looking down at him and brushing his hair with her fingers. "I'd rather make love to you." She was so beautiful.

"I'd love that, too," he whispered back with a smile.

She reached her arms down and rolled more onto her back. He looked over to see that Erin was still asleep, but as he moved up, she rolled over to face them, still asleep. He hovered over his mother and bent down to kiss her, their tongues dancing in the firelight. He pressed forward, never stopping the kiss, and rolled his hips until he felt the head glide across to the moist folds that would guide him home. He gently pressed forward, drawing a gasp from his mother's lungs. He pulled his head back a little and looked into her eyes, filled with love, as he slowly filled her. Her eyes closed and they both moaned when he was completely buried.

"You feel so good, Mom. You have no idea," whispered Cory.

"That's because you're a perfect fit, honey."

"What are the odds?" he smiled.

"Cory?"

"Yes?"

"Make love to me?"

He smiled and kissed her again. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, her legs wrapped around his hips and thighs, and her tongue explored the inside of her son's mouth. He began to withdraw slowly before returning just as slowly. He rolled his hips on the forward motion and on the withdrawal, trying to massage every possible surface inside her canal. 

Their breathing began to increase, but they only lost eye contact when one or both would close their eyes in pleasure. Each time he closed his eyes Michelle felt a mix of pleasure that she could please him, and grief that he would look away. Soon enough, however, he would return his gaze. He always returned.

Cory worked hard not to increase his speed, but focused on the beautiful woman beneath him, the warm embrace of her arms, legs, and vagina. He was beginning to tingle and his movement suffered, not quite as smooth, but he was trying hard not to change a thing.

He felt his mother's right hand move from his shoulder to reach around her hip. She continued to look into his eyes with a gentle love while she lightly scratched at his ball sac and perineum. His breath caught in his chest.

"It's okay, baby," she whispered. "Don't worry about me. I want you to cum. Don't hold back."

"Oh, mom," he stuttered, trying not to.

"No, Cor, don't fight it," she smiled. She let go of his sac and again stroked his cheek. "I want to feel it."

There was nothing he could do. "I can't help it," he grunted, dropping to her chest as he throbbed inside her. 

As soon as he collapsed onto her, she held him tighter with her arms and legs, rolled her hips to draw his seed, and whispered into his ear, her lips brushing against it, "That's it, baby. Fill me up. Give me all your love." She rejoiced in his grunting, pulsing orgasm as he continued to twitch and throb inside her most intimate place. She giggled and kissed his ear as he continued to twitch. "You have a lot for me tonight, don't you?" She sighed into his ear, "I love it."

The twitching stopped, but his heavy breathing continued, gradually slowing. When he pushed himself up, she felt the slickness of his skin where they had grown warm together, their chests joined, their hearts united. She smiled at him and could see a deep connection in his eyes. He smiled back and leaned down to kiss her gently, chastely on the lips.

"I love you, mom."

"I love you, too."

"That was so beautiful," Erin whispered, surprising them both. 

Michelle blushed. "I'm sorry we woke you, baby girl," she continued to whisper.

Erin propped up on one elbow. "You didn't wake me. And please don't apologize. I hate I almost missed getting to see that. What a beautiful moment. I hope I didn't ruin it," she suddenly sounded concerned.

"Not at all," assured her mother.

Cory didn't say a word, but leaned down to kiss her one more time before withdrawing, a flood of his seed running after him. It pooled on the sex blanket beneath Michelle. "I'll get something to clean that up," Cory whispered.

"Leave it," she said with a subdued smile. "I don't mind. Besides," she looked at Erin, "Now we'll have both slept in your love tonight." Erin smiled back and dropped her head back onto her pillow.

Cory settled into the middle again, this time with both women facing toward him. Erin was the first to scoot close, draping her thigh over his. His mother smiled and mirrored her move. He wrapped his arms around them both and they rested their heads on his shoulders. 

No one said a word as they drifted off one by one, but before he fell asleep, he felt his sister's hand move from his stomach to his still-slick shaft, giving it a couple of strokes and a squeeze. She sighed and placed her hand back on his stomach.

Michelle woke first, as happy as she had ever been. She saw a trapezoid of sunlight on the vaulted ceiling, bright sunlight bursting through the small window on the end wall. Propping up onto one elbow she looked at her two children, still fast asleep before looking past them to the high ceiling of the great room, bright with the sun's rays warming the cabin through the wall of windows.

She smiled as she sat up and swung her feet over the edge of the bed before using the restroom and rinsing out her mouth. She grabbed her off-white terrycloth robe, tying the belt as she crept toward the stairs. She was mesmerized as she looked out the back windows to the deck and the mountains beyond it, each coated in a thin, clear sheet of ice. Everything looked almost crystal, or in some cases silver, with the sun reflecting off every surface. Foolishly, some squirrels were trying their best to scamper across the deck and it prompted Michelle to get her camera as she laughed at their antics. Surprisingly, they were holding to the ice pretty well, but she had still never seen squirrels act so cautiously.

She brewed a pot of coffee and pulled her DSLR camera from her travel bag on the floor and spent the next few minutes capturing images of the distant frosty mountains, close-ups of the glazed deck and rails, and plenty of interior pictures of the cabin that may very well have started another new tradition. All the while the aroma of brewing coffee followed her, calling her to the kitchen for her first cup, but she didn't want to miss any opportunities for some of these pictures.

Soon enough she set down her camera and stood again at the back window, fresh coffee in hand, and marveled at such a sight. Mother nature had done it again. She never ceased to amaze. The first sound she heard was Erin's slippers shuffling across the hardwood stairs as she made her way down.

"Wow! Would you look at that!" she exclaimed.

Michelle turned around and suddenly saw her three-year-old daughter's face lit up on Christmas morning at the flood of gifts that awaited her around the tree, especially that kitchen set-up, pink and purple and white with dishes to match. Michelle's heart melted. "Good morning, baby girl. Quite a sight, isn't it?"

"Hey, mom," she said quietly, being sure not to wake her brother. "It's gorgeous!"

"Would you like some coffee, sweetie?"

"I'll get it."

"No, you stay. I've already been looking for a while. I'll be right back."




Man of the House Ch. 10



Not a minute later she was back by her daughter's side, handing her a fresh cup, her own cup freshly topped. She slid her arm around her daughter's waist. Erin was wearing her flannel lounge pants and thermal shirt and she hugged the coffee to herself with both hands, taking the occasional sip, but not saying a word. For the longest time, neither spoke, but just enjoyed the morning.

"I love you, Erin," Michelle said.

Erin smiled and glanced over at her mom, catching her eye. "I love you, too, mom. Way much." She bumped her lightly with her shoulder and her mother squeezed her to herself for just an instant before both of them returned their focus to the morning view.

A few minutes later, her mother spoke again. "Any thoughts on breakfast?"

"Not really."

"I'm thinking brown sugar oatmeal with raisins."

"Ooh! That sounds good! And on a morning like this? Yum!" Erin laughed a little.

"Think you can get a fire going and then help me dice some apples?"

"Sure."

Michelle grabbed the remote and turned on the mounted flatscreen just above the mantel and found the national morning show that was interspersed with the local news. It looked like the roads in their area were iced over and would be the last to be salted due to their secluded location. The town and outlying areas had top priority. Apparently they were stuck in for the day. Oh, well. She flipped to a streaming music channel, keeping it to a low volume so as not to disturb her sleeping son too much on his vacation.

It worked. Twenty minutes later Erin shuffled up the stairs with a cup of coffee for her brother. He still lay face down in bed, the sheet and blanket up to his waist. She set his coffee on the nightstand and settled in behind him, pressing her chest to his back and side.

"Coo-ryy," she sang softly, kissing his shoulder. "Coo-rryyy," she sang a little louder. "Time to get uu-uup. Mom has breakfast ready." She stroked his back and he began to stir. "There you are. Mom made oatmeal and it's ready for you. You're not going to believe the view here, Cor. It's amazing."

He rolled over and looked at her, pushing her hair behind her ear as she smiled. "It sure is," he whispered groggily.

She pushed herself up, giggling. "What's with you? Always making comments like that," she shook her head.

"Hey," he said seriously, "Look at me." She looked at him as he sat up, not smiling. "For some reason you feel the need to brush off my compliments, like I'm joking or something. I'm not, Erin. Ever. Okay?"

Her smile faded. "Okay. I'm sorry."

"It's fine," he said, taking her hand, "but I need you to let me love you like that. Every woman should have a man tell her how beautiful and brilliant she is. Even if that man is just her dorky brother," he said, winking at her. "That said," he grunted as he sat up and swung his legs around, reaching for his coffee, "I can't believe I have to get out of bed to eat breakfast. What kind of single-star roach motel is this?"

"Shut up," she laughed, flicking him in the ear.

"Damn, sis," he laughed, grabbing his ear, "That stings."

She stood and pointed her finger at his face. "Serves you right. Now, if you want your oatmeal hot, you'd better come get it now." Smiling, she winked at him before turning to walk back down the stairs, knowing he was watching her because he always watched her.

"Mom!" she called out from the top of the stairs as she descended them, "Cory's being a dickhead!"

"Cory!" Michelle called. "Don't be a dickhead!"

"Okay!" he waved, knowing they couldn't see it, before smiling as he sipped his coffee.

He was dressed in flannel pants and a t-shirt and made his way downstairs in a couple of minutes. His mother and sister were standing at the window, laughing occasionally. His mother had her camera and was taking pictures in rapid succession, her camera against her eye as she tracked something out the window.

"You're right," Cory said as he approached. "This is an amazing view." He wasn't talking about the mountains, but about the women in front of them. Looking out the window, he continued, "And so is that." He put his arm around his mother's waist. "Morning, mom," he said quietly. 

Michelle lowered her camera and looked up at her son, handsome in the sunlight. Tucking a curl behind her ear and blushing (why?), she returned his greeting. "Morning." He bent down to kiss her briefly before standing upright again and pulling her closer.

"Hey," protested Erin. "Where's mine?" She had a smile on her face while she tried to pucker up. He smiled at her and kissed her tense lips, causing her to giggle when he shook his head and smiled at her.

He turned toward the kitchen and said, "I thought we were going to have oatmeal." 

"We are," answered Michelle, following him toward the kitchen. "We were just watching the squirrels."

"So that's what you were laughing at." 

Erin plopped down on the barstool and leaned on the granite countertop.

"Yep," replied his mother simply. She scooped some oatmeal into a square dark red bowl. "They started getting lively and were running around the deck chasing each other." She set down the bowl and picked up another. 

A few minutes later they were sitting at the pine table by the back window at the end of the kitchen, eating oatmeal with diced apples, raisins, brown sugar and cinnamon. There were periods of talking and laughter and periods of silence, but everything was so peaceful this morning that no one minded the pace of the conversation.

"I think after breakfast I'll go check on the roads," announced Cory.

"What? Why?" his mother looked worried.

"Just to see what kind of condition they're in," he said, placing his hand on hers. "Look at the deck, mom." She looked. "See how there are exposed patches on the rail?" She nodded. "And see how there are bubbles forming under the ice sheets?" Another nod. "That's the ice melting. That means the road may be clear in sunny spots, even if it's still iced over in the shade. I'm just going to go take a look. If we can get out this afternoon, we can do some shopping and take a look around town, maybe decide about lunch tomorrow."

"Do you want me to come?" Erin asked.

"No, stay here with mom. It'll be fine on the gravel road and if it looks iced over on the paved road, I'll just come right back. We're not leaving until later this afternoon anyway. I just want to get an idea."

"Okay."

"If you're sure," answered Michelle. Cory just nodded with a smile and squeezed her hand.

A few minutes later he was dressed and slowly driving Erin's SUV down the gravel road, pieces of ice and drops of water occasionally dropping onto the roof of her Toyota. At the end of the gravel road, he pulled to the side and walked to the paved road. There was a surprising amount of sun and he could see a pretty good ways in both directions before the road turned away. He decided they could go out in the afternoon and everything should be fine.

Walking through the front door, he called out, "Mom? Erin?"

"Up here, sweetie," his mother called back. Cory made his way up the stairs and heard his mother and sister talking, their voices echoing in the bathroom. He walked in and saw them sharing a bubble bath in the garden tub. "There he is!" exclaimed Michelle.

"Hey, what's going on here?"

"Just cleaning up," Erin smiled. "You made a real mess of things last night."

"Sure did," his mother agreed. "Making us drip all over the blanket."

"Don't just stand there. Come on in." 

He pulled his shirt off over his head and began undressing as the women cat-called him, laughing and commenting about the display. He twirled his shirt over his head while swiveling his hips, saying, "Boom-chaka-boom," drawing more laughter. His mother almost spilled her wine in the tub as she leaned back in laughter, sliding down into the bubbles before Erin caught her by the hand, laughing with her. 

"Oh, man," Cory laughed. "How much have you had to drink already?"

"Not as much as you'd think," replied Erin, "judging by mom's coordination."

"Leave me alone," she pouted through her smile. "This tub is slippery."

"I'm almost afraid to get in now," said Cory as he slid his jeans off his feet, "especially if mom's driving."

"Come on, I know how to drive a stick," she laughed.

"No argument from me." Cory stepped in, getting slapped on the rear end as he turned to settle in to the large tub, which had plenty of room for two, and only barely enough for three. Erin made more room by lifting up and settling between his legs, resting her back against his chest.

"That's more like it," sighed Erin. Michelle poured Cory a glass of wine and handed it to him.

"Thank you," he said. As he sipped his wine, Erin jumped and squealed before both ladies laughed.

"Don't do that!" Erin laughed. Michelle threw her head back and laughed at Erin's response.

"What happened?"

"Mom just tickled my pussy with her foot," accused his sister.

His mother just smiled coyly and took another sip of her wine.

The rest of their bath they just talked and laughed and flirted, but only rarely was an outright sexual move made. There was no agenda for the bath time, except to relax. As the water started to cool, they climbed out and dried off. Cory was last so he could watch his mother and sister dry off. What was it about a woman with wet skin that was so damned sexy? He had no idea, but he loved it.

They all got dressed and Cory flipped on the weather channel again to see the local forecast and get an update on the day's conditions. It would creep into the forties today and would be clear, but by Friday morning another storm was coming in and they were calling for snow through the weekend. Erin and Michelle worked on their hair and make-up for their trip to town and Michelle asked Cory to toss the blanket into the washing machine in the basement.

"I haven't been to the basement yet," he said.

"Oh, yeah, that's right!" exclaimed his mother. "While you're down there, set up the pool table. We'll come down for a game of cutthroat."

"Cool." He gathered the blanket and tucked it under one arm, grabbed three sodas from the refrigerator and opened the door under the stairs to make his way down to the basement lounge. The basement area was not as large as the upstairs, but it housed the utilities in a separate room, with a washer and dryer, circuit box, on-demand water heater, and the cables and routers for the electronics throughout the cabin.

He tossed the blanket into the small, stacked washing machine and added some detergent, setting it to quick wash, closed the utility room door and took a look outside. The top half of the back wall was a series of windows, and it looked out into a screened in porch that had the upstairs deck as its roof. There was a wood door with a glass center window that led to the porch, the only access on or off the porch. He noticed that the door knob didn't lock, but only had a one-way deadbolt, which no doubt was designed to prevent someone from getting accidentally locked out.

Stepping through the door he walked to the hot tub and flipped up the padded cover. The water was freezing, so he went back inside and looked in the folder that was tucked into a mounted file box by the door, following the instructions to check the chemicals and rev up the heater. As the bubbles churned to life, he heard his sister's voice.

"What are you doing?" 

He looked up and saw her coming through the door. She was again in jeans, boots, and subtly patterned brown sweater. Looking amazing, as always. "Just getting the hot tub set up. I figured we could relax in it a little later." He smiled at her.

"I didn't know they even had a hot tub here," she said, leaning over to watch him, resting her elbows on the edge.

"Dan mentioned it, but we never really talked about much of what was here. I didn't know about the basement, the upstairs fireplace, the satellite... This is nicer than what I expected."

"It's beautiful here," she sighed, pushing herself up. Turning to look out through the screen, she continued, "I'm glad we came here for Thanksgiving. It's so peaceful, you know?"

"I know. And I'm glad mom is okay with it." He shook the water off his hands and wiped them on his jeans as he stood. "I was worried for a little while, but she seems to like it here." He walked toward Erin and put his arm around her shoulder. She wrapped hers around his waist. For a few minutes they just looked out at the forest, listening to the quiet, the silence occasionally broken by the sound of a piece of ice sliding off a branch and impacting other branches or the ground. There was a steady drip of water onto the dirt nearby, maybe dripping off the cabin. Pat... Pat... Pat...

Erin patted Cory on the back and said, "Let's go back in and set up that game. Mom should be down in a few minutes."

"Okay." 

They walked back in, locking the door behind them, being careful to wipe their wet boots on the mat so they didn't get the berber carpet wet or dirty. Cory opened the cans of soda that he had set on the bar while Erin racked the pool balls.

"What do you say to a quick game of 9-ball before mom comes down?" she asked with a smile.

"Bets?"

"Kisses for each ball sunk. Oral for the winner," she smiled.

"Good enough."

Michelle walked down the stairs to the basement only to find her daughter leaned over the far end of the pool table, her head hanging down. There were two cues, the cue ball and the 4-ball on the red felt.

"What's going on down here?" she asked.

"I lost," she heard her son say, her daughter looking up and smiling at her with a nod.

She laughed, "And I'm sure you're really broken up about it, too, huh?"

Erin gripped at the edge of the corner pocket, letting out a series of muffled groans and Cory mumbled something that couldn't be deciphered.

"You finish up while I set up the game," said their mother, trying not to be too involved, but also trying not to get too aroused. This was their thing, just the two of them. She hadn't meant to impose. It wasn't long before the game was set up, the increased panting of her daughter and the more frequent gasps and moans telling her that the game would start soon. She took a seat at the bar, sipping a soda and watching her son's head twist and roll as his hands gripped at the hips of his gorgeous young lover. She knew what it was like to be both of them at this moment. She has had his face buried in her snatch and she has had hers buried in Erin's. 

She envied them both.

Soon enough, Erin squealed before it caught in her throat, her head thrown back, her knuckles white as she gripped the edge of the walnut pool table.

Cory stood and helped Erin stand upright, steadying her as she bent down to pull up her panties and jeans.

"Well," said Michelle, "now I need to change my panties." Erin just smiled and shrugged. Michelle hopped down off the bar stool and asked, "Would you like a break or can we go ahead and play a game of pool?"

"How about you and Cory play. You can make a little wager of your own," Erin suggested.

"Hmm," Michelle said, eying her son. "What do you think? Care to make it interesting?"

"You don't have to beat me in pool for me to fuck you. Besides," he said, making a face and smacking his lips, "I need to do something to get this taste out of my mouth. Tastes like pussy." Suddenly a throw pillow struck him in the side of the face. He looked over at his sister, who scowled in mock anger. "OH! Erin, I didn't know you were still here. Sorry." She gave him the finger and laughed. He smiled and winked back at her. Michelle just laughed.

"Same bet you and Erin had, then?" she asked. "Game of 8-ball, call your shots?"

"Sure. You break." 

She chalked her cue while he settled the rack and removed it for her. Setting the cue ball off-center, she cracked it hard and sent the balls scattering, dropping two solids.

Cory's and Erin's eyes went wide. "Holy shit," he muttered.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't tell you I worked at a pool hall in college? Hmm, must have slipped my mind." She had this sly grin as she looked at her son. She looked over at Erin, whose smile was hidden by her hand.

"I'm going to be eating you out in a few minutes, aren't I?" he asked with smile.

"I don't know about that." She surveyed the table, walking around to the opposite side. "I'm a little rusty. Two in the side." She bent over, arched her fingers to rest the cue and it glided straight back and forward, knocking the cue ball into the 2, bumping it to topple it gently into the pocket. "Huh. What do you know? I guess I'm not that rusty after all."

Cory only took a few shots. He spent a lot of time watching. She mostly cleared the table in only a few turns. He only knocked in one stripe. As soon as the 8-ball dropped into the corner, she set her cue down and began unfastening her jeans. Cory stood up off the bar stool and laid his cue on the felt. His mother smiled at him and he tried to look annoyed, but he couldn't. He was fine with her reward. How could he not be happy to be eating her out again? He shook his head as his smile broke.

"Erin may be okay with you kneeling behind her," she said, pulling off her boots and then her jeans and panties, "But I want you to have full access." She lay on the carpet in just her dark blue sweater and socks. "Come and get it," she said, stroking herself.

Erin leaned forward so she could get a better look and her brother began by spreading his mother's knees further apart. He kissed from one knee to her mound and then repeated the process, bringing a series of light moans and sighs from her. "God, that feels good," she sighed. Her eyes were usually closed, but she did open them to watch him as he enjoyed her. He brought her to orgasm pretty quickly, but then again, she had been primed up since she came downstairs and saw Erin getting the same treatment. 

Michelle's orgasm was not her most intense, but it was certainly a strong one. He bathed her inner thighs, mound, and clitoris with his tongue, dipping inside her and even rimming her as he randomly wandered over her nether region. He caressed her g-spot with his first two fingers, but to bring her over the edge, he slipped his middle finger into her backdoor while he tongued her clit. 

As she came down off her high, she released his head and lightly stroked his hair. "Oh, wow," she breathed. "Perfect." She sat up and leaned back on her hands. "Thank you, Cory."

"Well, you earned it. I guess." He smiled at her. "I would have done it without the pool game."

"I know you would have. Erin and I have both cum because of your mouth, so now I'll give you a choice. I can either give you a blowjob here and now, or you can wait until later and fuck me any way you want."

"How about this?" he countered, standing up to unfasten his jeans. "You give me a blowjob right now and I'll still fuck you any way I want tonight."

Michelle looked at Erin and noticed that she was obviously aroused; she only hoped that her own arousal at his dominance wasn't so obvious. Her question was answered when she felt his hand grasp her hair and she turned just in time to see his purple dripping head being pushed toward her mouth. She opened it out of pure desire and he slid most of the way in, bumping her throat and bringing a shared moan from them both. 

Erin was on the couch, watching with her elbows on her knees. "Go, mom," she whispered.

Cory used his mother's mouth for his own pleasure, but it didn't take long for her to return the fervor, gripping his ass with one hand and his shaft with the other while she bobbed and swirled her tongue around the shaft and knob. He knew he wasn't going to last long. He had just eaten both of his lovers while his own erection was left unattended. He ached for a feminine hand or mouth or cunt or ass to touch him there, to embrace him, to draw his own orgasm out of him.