Queen Bitch

It was the worst summer of my life. Of course, I'd already thought it would be the worst summer ever. But for different reasons. It had been the big game. The final game of the season. The final seconds. I was the start quarterback, reaching out to make the winning pass of the game.

If only I'd looked to my left. With a crunch I got sent to the floor, and the next thing I knew both of my arms had been snapped. Like twigs. The last thing I saw before passing out was the celebrations of the other team. I woke up in the hospital a few hours later, and it was all downhill from there. The next few weeks passed slowly. Painfully slowly. They put me in two full casts. The plan was to keep them on for a couple of months. Till then, no sport, no gym, and no jerking off. Worse, I couldn't even fuck any of the girls. Who'd want to be with a cripple? I was a horny twenty-year old with no way to relieve myself. So I was stuck in the house, confined to my bed, with no way to get rid of my frustration. It sucked. I could only take one.

That, really, was the start of all my troubles. It was a warm afternoon as we were having lunch, like a family, my stepmom, sweet as ever, was trying to feed me lunch. Thanks to the fucking casts, I couldn't even feed myself. It was pathetic.

Only today I wasn't having it.

"Thanks Mom. Keep treating me like a fucking child." I said sarcastically, trying to be as cruel as possible. If I had to suffer, everyone else might as well too.

"Jack..." dad looked round, frowning.

"Fuck off dad." I said, interrupting him, trying to be as obnoxious as possible. "You all treat me like some fucking charity case. Let's face it, if it weren't for me, this family would be a bunch of nobodies!"

"That's enough, Jack!" dad slammed his fist down on the table. "You're intolerable these days. Go to your room! I don't want to hear from you until dinner!"

"Don't worry about that, old man." I snorted, standing up and stomping away, going back up to my room, fully expecting him to come knocking to apologise. It was a tough time. And he did come knocking. Or, at least, someone did.

"Go away, dad." I said, not looking up from the screen.

"It's me." came a gentle voice from the door.

I looked up to see my stepmom, dressed in a red top and a short, brown skirt. My stepmom, Madelyne. The most gorgeous person anyone could ever lay eyes on. How the fuck had Dad bagged her? She was average height, if a little tall, with brown, curly hair. Her body was like an hourglass, and that skirt which clung to her hips for dear life only enhanced it. She had large, round eyes. I'd never paid attention to the colour of someone's eyes, but I immediately knew that hers were green. You couldn't miss it. She had soft hands and lips. She was perfect. She was a walking wet dream, as many of my friends had pointed out each time they'd visited, and she'd been the subject of many of my own wet dreams.

"What do you want, Mom?" I asked, frustrated, throwing my phone to the side so she wouldn't know what I'd been looking at.

"I just want to help you, dear." she said, stepping forward till she was at the foot of the bed. "Your dad thinks that, ever since the injury, you've gotten rude and bitter. But I know that's not true. You're just too tense."

I nodded, my cheeks burning at the thought. She was right goddammit. I had no way to relieve my stress. No way to feel better. And I was taking it out on everyone around me.

Mom bent down by the bed, putting one hand on my chest to calm me down.

"You're wound up, aren't you?" she said, and I nodded slightly, my eyes on her delicate hand, which was slowly travelling down from my chest to my dick.

"Having to stay at home, unable to play, unable to satisfy your urges." She leaned in, whispering in my ear.

"Unable to masturbate."

I felt a shiver crawl down my spine as she spoke.

"What..." I murmured weakly, "what are you suggesting?"

"Maybe," her voice fell to a whisper, "I could help you take care of that. It would be healthy for everyone. The family stops arguing, and you... you get some much needed release."

I felt my cock swell as she said the last word, her lips so close to my ear I could feel her breath on my skin.

"Would you like that?" she asked, her full red lips twisted into a slight smirk.

"Yes." I nodded, my voice barely coming through.

"Yes *please*."

"Yes please."

Her hand drifted closer and closer to my dick, the tent in my pants swiftly growing as she reached down towards it...

And then she stopped. Abruptly, she raised her hand from my body, wagging her finger.

I bucked my hips in protest, only for her to push them down firmly, her hand so close, and yet still so far, from my dick.

"Then tonight I'll take care of you. We'll do it before dinner, so that you behave in front of your father and brother."

My throat was dry. I could only croak, both of my arms still in their casts. My stepmom had just suggested the unthinkable. And it had made me harder than anything had before. She stepped back.

"I'll see you at dinner."

And with that she turned away, and all I could do was watch her round ass bounce with ever step she took. It escaped me. The word came involuntarily I was so desperate.

"Mommy?" I croaked out. But she was already gone.

Thank fuck. If she'd heard it I don't know what would have happened. That little bit of attention from her and I'd already lost all self respect. Jesus. What had happened? A little bit of attention and I'd lost all control. Dammit. I couldn't let myself down like this. But I was so horny. So desperate for some care and stimulation.

The next few hours passed painfully slowly. I tried everything to distract myself. Reading, watching a movie. I even looked at some more porn. But nothing could take my mind off it. All I could think about was my stepmom's touch. But she took her sweet time. So much so that by the time she did come I'd given up all hope.

The knock on the door began to stir my dick immediately.

"Mom?" I raised my head, ears pricked, the excitement seizing control of me.

"I'm here." she stepped into view, only now she'd changed. She was still dressed conservatively, of course, but now she was showing a much more generous amount of cleavage. Now her skirt looked painted on, and her tights had vanished. It was like she was trying to show as much as possible while still maintaining an air of deniability.

"Are you ready?" she asked, standing at the foot of the bed, watching me.

"Here?" I asked.

My stepmom made a face as if she were disgusted. "Not a chance. Your room smells. How long has it been since you had a bath and opened the windows?"

It had been five days. I couldn't shower because of the casts, so taking a bath was the only way to clean myself, but it was long and tedious and I'd had no motivation to do so. So i'd sat in my room, sweating, refusing to open any windows or let in any light.

"Either way," Mom continued, "you stink."

"I'm sorry." I heard myself apologising involuntarily. It escaped me before I even knew it. I was so desperate. I felt like any wrong move could ruin my chances. And then I'd be stuck here, frustrated, unable to touch myself. It would be hell.

"Whatever." she shook her head, disappointed. "There's no time, we'll have to satisfy you even in this disgusting state. I'll bathe you tomorrow."

My cock perked up at that immediately, despite my best efforts to hide it. At that, she raised an eyebrow, acutely aware of her effect on me. But not another word was spoken as she got up.

"Well, then." she said, walking to the door. "Let's get going."

She snapped her fingers, and like a good dog I followed, bobbing after her, the tent in my pyjamas rapidly growing as we entered the bedroom. My stepmom walked to the bed first, gesturing for me to follow, and follow I did. I'd left my embarrassment in my room. All I felt right now was lust. I could hardly contain myself. How long had it been since I'd last cum? A few weeks? A month?

I lay down in front of her as she watched me, spreading my legs open, making myself completely vulnerable to her. I was in Mom's hands now.

"Well, first," she said, sitting down by the foot of the bed, "we need to fully relax you."

I watched, anxious as hell, as she swiftly grabbed my pyjama bottoms and pulled them down, tossing them off the bed without a second thought.

Mom shook her head again.

"Those socks will have to go too."

She reached for my left foot and gently pulled my sock off, completely unbothered. It was a weirdly loving motion, one which she repeated with my other sock. Then, looking me straight in the eye, she began to massage my legs. It was a heavenly experience. I'd never received such care in my life. All I could do was relax and enjoy. Mom was in control. I could only enjoy the sensation.

Her hands began to work as I felt a shiver travel down my spine. She sure knew what she was doing. She moved up to my calves, massaging them gently, rubbing the sleep out of my joints and muscles. Then my thighs, rubbing them with each hand. I saw her grab a little bottle of baby oil, rub it in her hands, and proceeded to tenderise my thighs. I felt worshipped. It was heavenly. It was almost orgasmic, and she hadn't even touched my cock yet.

Once more, she moved down to my feet, grasping them and pulling them apart, till I was spread open, my legs in a v-shape, with a direct route from where she was sat on the bed to my stiff dick. I felt so vulnerable, giving her this much access to the most private parts of my body.

It was then that mom noticed my dick. 8 inches long nearly, and thick, very thick. She stared at it for a moment in awe.

"My," she said breathily, "what a marvellous instrument you've got, Jack."

I grinned cockily. "Thanks, mom."

Then she did something strange. She gave me a look that wiped my smile away immediately. It was a glare, but stronger. An icy stare that immediately made me shiver. I felt like a boy, not a man, getting scolded for being naughty. I could feel all my insecurities bubble to the surface in that stare, as if I wasn't a D1 athlete, but instead just a naughty punk.

Just for that, as if to punish me, she took an especially long time to reach my dick. But, eventually, reach it she did. Her face was half a foot away from my bare, rock hard, dripping-in-precum cock. Mom went closer and closer, till her nose was practically pressed against my stiff cock. Slowly, she inhaled deeply, smelling my balls and my cock, savouring the sensation.

The sweat from the heat of the summer made my balls musky, and my stepmom seemed to adore it.

She sat there, her nose inches from my erect cock, soaking it all in. Mom remained like that for a while, enjoying my scent. At last, drawing her eyes to my meaty shaft, which stood, swollen, to attention, she grabbed a bottle of lube from the drawer next to the bed and got to work.

With one smooth motion, she began to rub the lube across my shaft, up and down, enjoying my discomfort. Despite myself, I moaned, my hips jerking slightly as she stroked me.

"You like having me touch you?" Mom asked, knowing what the answer was already.

"Y-yeah." I stammered.

"Tell me what else." she said softly, stroking me gently, my foreskin slipping and down my head, the shaft glistening with lube. "Would you like me to blow you? Would you like to fuck me in the living room? Would you like to fuck me in front of your father? And David?"

"Dad knows?" my voice was considerably weaker than I hoped.

"Of course he does. I suggested it, and he went with it. You know he won't be able to say no to me. Now, would you like to do all those things?"

"You'd do all that?" I croaked, my voice weak and childish.

"I'd do all that and more. I'd let you fuck me up the ass. But you need to accept who the head of the house is. It's not you. It's not David. It's certainly not your dad."

I gulped.

"It's me." she said, as she began to fondle my balls tenderly. All I could do was moan and nod.

Mom began to stroke faster as my cock swelled. It was coming. It was coming, the squishy, squelching noises grew faster.

"Mom! I'm gonna cum!" I gasped. "FUCK I'M SO CLOSE!"

And she stopped. Her hand went from a blur to a standstill in one moment, clutching the shaft tightly so that I couldn't cum.

"NO!" I groaned. I was so close. So agonisingly close.

Reflexively my hand, still in its cast, reached for my dick, but she swatted it away.

"Yes. Say it." she said patiently but firmly.

"It's you!" I cried out. "It's you. You're the head of the house. You're the head of the house."

"I'm in control here."

"Yes!" I was so close. I was nearly over the edge "Yes mommy."

"Yes, mommy."

"And I'll prove it."

She poured some more lube out and rubbed her hands. Her right, as before, went straight to stroking my cock. But her left began to rub my asshole tenderly, making a small circular motion.

"Mommy?" I whimpered pathetically.

"Shhh." My stepmom said gently, as she pushed her middle finger the full length up my asshole.

"UNGH!" I groaned. The sensation was too much. I was so close, my stepmom's hand still gripping my cock tight. Even the smallest movement, anything, and I'd have cum. But she had complete control over me. She had perfect timing. She knew exactly how to keep me on edge.

What she hadn't counted on, however, was factors outside of her control. The moment I heard the knock on the door it all became too much for me.

"UNGH MOM!" I grunted as my cum sprayed out everywhere, staining the bed and coating my legs, my toes curling, her finger still the full length up my ass. "GOD, MOMMY."

"Is uh, is everything alright in there?" I heard Dad ask sheepishly, clearly having heard my groans.

Mom sighed, making an exasperated face, before, with endless patience, replying: "yes dear, everything's alright."

"Good. I'm glad." came the rather hesitant reply, "It's just dinner's ready, and David and I have been waiting for you guys for five minutes already."

"Of course." Mom replied in a dismissive tone, as if she were speaking to a child. "We'll be down in ten minutes, honey, don't worry. Just finishing up here."

"Okay. Okay honey. I love y-"

"Yes yes dear, we'll see you soon."

With that she turned back to me with a disinterested look on her face.

"Your father is right, though." Mom said, grabbing my shaft again and beginning to move her hand up and down. "We'll need to head down soon."

She began to stroke it again, unbothered by the cum on her fingers, watching my cock inflate in her hands once more. The tip of my cock was glistening with cum as her hand became a blur. I'd completely forgotten about her finger in my ass until she withdrew it violently.

"UNGH!" I moaned out, my hole feeling empty all of a sudden.

Just as quickly as she'd started again, Mom stopped, her hand going still.

She brought the finger up, observing it and sniffing it, making sure it was all clean. Now, satisfied that it was, she let go of my cock, letting it fall down with a wet slap, the cum pooling below my belly button. All I could do was lie still, basking in a post-orgasmic glow.

Mom's thoughts were a little more practical.

"Hmmm." she frowned.

Normally I'd have asked her what was up, but spent as I was I could only coo slightly.

"I forgot to bring a towel."

The next thing I felt was a tap on my thigh, and I looked down to see Mom staring at me sharply.

"Pass me the pillow, Jack." she demanded, watching me in an almost annoyed manner.

"D-Dad's pillow?" I stammered.

"Yes, dear. Your father's pillow."

Slowly, hesitantly, I grabbed the pillow and passed it over to her, wondering what she might do with it.

The first thing mom did was wipe her finger on it, making sure to wipe it clean of all lube and anything that might have come from my ass. Then, grasping my shaft, she held it up, wiping all the cum off it, cleaning it thoroughly and with great care. Then she dabbed at my pelvis, soaking up all the cum. I couldn't help but shudder slightly at the thought. It was like she was going out of her way to insult and humiliate dad as much as possible.

Fully satisfied, Mom turned me over and began to wipe my ass down fully with the pillow, spreading my cheeks apart to get rid of all the lube on my asshole. I felt the soft people on my red hole, back and forth, caressing it. All I could do was lie still as Mom did whatever she wanted.

Eventually, she placed the pillow back where it was, standing up and heading out the door without a word, leaving me to scramble to put on my pyjamas and follow her, painfully aware of how late we were to eat, and even more aware that everyone in the family knew what was going on.

We walked down to dinner, Mom composed as ever, whereas I looked deflated, stepping lightly behind her, my head lowered. The cum had stained my pyjamas and it was evident to everyone at the table what had just happened.

I felt a little broken to be honest, which I guess was the point, as now the others wouldn't have to bear any of my sulking. But I couldn't help but feel vulnerable. I'd been expertly manipulated and brought to orgasm by Mom, and I'd had no say in it whatsoever. Twice. She'd controlled me entirely. Every step I took, I felt in her power, in her shadow. It was clear as we stepped in the dining table, me walking after her, following like a good dog.

It was even more clear what had just happened between us. The dark stain on my trousers caused by my dick left no doubt to both David and my dad that she'd fully milked me. My ass still felt sticky from the lube, and a little raw from where her finger had violated me. I was a changed man at dinner. No more foul mood, no more snarky comebacks. I was humbled and silent. I could almost seem slight pity from Alex as he watched me. Nothing from dad, though. If I'd been humbled by my stepmom, he'd been humiliated, hearing me cum from her finger. Knowing she'd been spending her time with me and not him.

So dinner was a quiet affair, and afterwards I went back up to my room without a word, lying under the covers and watching some Netflix in an attempt to steady myself. What mom had done had been exhilarating. I'd never cum so hard, certainly never while with someone else before. But at the same time i'd never felt so embarrassed. So humiliated. So utterly defeated. Not even when I'd broken both arms. It was fun and scary at the same time.

I was so engrossed in my thoughts by this point that I didn't pay attention to the tv show on my phone, didn't hear anything outside, didn't even notice that my stepmom was at the door. It was only when she tapped my shoulder that I jerked up, seeing her in all her beauty, her colossal breasts nearly shoved into my face.

"Mom?" I whispered, looking her in the eyes. "What are you doing? Why are you here?"

Slowly, my stepmom sat down on the bed, much like when she'd first come to me earlier in the day.

"I love you, Jack, you know that, right?" she said, watching me.

"Yes mommy." I replied, nodding my head in obedience. Ever since she'd stroked me, ever since her finger had penetrated me, I found myself unable to stand up to her. I couldn't be cocky. I couldn't talk back. I couldn't even approach her as an adult, or anything close to an equal. She was completely in charge.

"But you need to learn." my stepmom continued. "You need to learn who the head of the house is. You need to learn to obey me. I take care of you. I feed you. I do everything for you. In return, you'll need to obey me. Okay?"

"Yes mommy." I said again.

"Turn over." it was a command, and I obeyed immediately.

Mom pulled the covers back, tutting slightly when she saw that I had my pyjama bottoms back on.

"I thought I told you to leave those off." she said, giving me a disappointed look.