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Click hereMy fantasy of making her my slave, sagged from the lack of its quality. "You're right." I admitted.
Mom pushed me off of her naked, well fucked and cum leaking body. "Now if you don't have further need of my cunt, I'll return to my regular, homemaker slave duties." Like my cum, her ejaculation of sarcasm gave the room a haunting odor.
I slipped off her bed and grabbed my clothes. "Damn, that was intense." I said to no one. No small guilt followed me down the hall.
"I passed my sister's closed door, half expecting her to jump scare or lure me inside with a hooking finger. Mom's advice echoed in my head. "Nell will tease you again. That's your clue."
The safety of my room calmed me. I sat down with my homework, but pride and loathing fought for attention. "She's gonna tease me again." I repeated it as a mantra and tried to focus my regular life for the next few hours.
The cliché lightbulb appeared above my head about twenty minutes before Dad returned from work. Nell and I were watching Attack on Titan. We shut the video off when he entered.
"Hey, Dad."
"Hey, Son, Nelda." He appraised me and my sister briefly before going to Mom and embracing her with a passionate kiss chaser.
"Hungry?" Mom offered.
"Bring a bowl of meat into our bedroom." He released her and headed down the hall.
"Raw?"
"Show it an open flame, to let it know what it escaped."
Mom grabbed a smoked turkey leg out of the fridge before following him.
"You have a lot to learn, Bro." Sis watched our parents cavort away.
Before Mom entered their room, I called to her. "Is that meat big enough?"
She paused and grinned back at me. "It'll do until I get something bigger - again." Mom darted through the doorway and shut the door.
"That's bullshit." Nell fumed at our obvious play to rile her. She shot me a glare and marched into her room.
In the night, despite my sister's little rage, she crept into my room and woke me. "Craig, let's do it."
"Nell, I want to sleep."
"My pussy is wet for you, little brother." She tried.
"Sounds great." I mumbled sarcastically, but my dick was already half hard. I turned my back to her.
"No games this time, the real deal, your sister's hot cunt."
"Raincheck - maybe in my next life."
"Come on, Creep, don't be like that." She was not happy to be refused. "I'll suck you hard first."
"I'm not teasing. I'm tired."
"Fuck!" She hissed and fortunately went away.
At breakfast, Nell avoided looking at me.
"Dad can I have your permission?"
"For what?"
"Mom? Tell him I've got your permission." I grinned at her.
"It's true, Dear." She nodded at my father.
"Something private?" He scrutinized her.
"You could say that, but I'd be glad to talk about it, if you-"
"I don't want to know, and Nelda's listening." He bent his head to his plate and stabbed a crispy chunk of potato.
"I'm finished here." Nell chewed a final bite of waffle from her fork and stood up. She took her plate to the kitchen, found a fresh sandwich bag and scraped a second waffle into it. She put the plate in the dishwasher, in front where it would be most inconvenient. She took the bag to her room.
I eyed my mother. She returned my look. We were in sync about colluding against our college girl.
I went to school, pretty sure Mom would jump Dad's bones while Nell was still in the house.
I returned to find Nell's car on the curb. I went inside and knocked on her door. "I can be a bitch too."
"Suck it, Creep."
"That's not nice."
"I mean, I'll suck it, Craig." Her tone changed. She opened the door, fight in her eyes. Surely she wanted payback for my payback.
"Fool me twice..." I chided.
"I came to your room last night, ready to give you full use of my cunt. 'Oooo, but I'm sooo sleeepy!'" She mimicked.
"Well -- I was. But, yeah, I was messing with you."
"Somehow you got Mom in on the shit."
"I wonder how I did that." I grinned through the doorway.
"Craig, I want your dick. Can't we come to some agreement?"
"Agree to be my fuck slave - NOT pretend or just for an occasion, but committed to my pleasure before yours."
"Why are you so stupid like that?" A growl issued from her throat. "Real world calling porn-head!"
"I'm the one making the smart play, Sis. You are one hot piece of cunt, and a damn excellent human being, smarter than me in most things but not this."
"I get it. I really do. You're not paying empty compliments, and I am honestly grateful for the praise." Nell expanded on her understanding. "That's your big deal. You want a hot, powerful woman to kneel and obey to your dick's eternal delight. But how powerful am I if I'm always at your beck and call? Sounds like a contradiction."
"My dick doesn't think that deep." Pause. A squeak like a fart escaped through my nose.
"You're punning again." She huffed and puffed. "In your tiny brain."
"No I-"
She tugged out my thought and flaunted the stupid pun. "You dick SINKS that deep, right?"
Another laugh fart squeaked out of my nose. (I was only eighteen - cut me some slack!)
We experienced the cliché of laughter cutting through the tension. She hadn't laughed, but my laugh amused her enough. "Come in, Lil' Bro."
I entered. She began to strip, sitting on the edge of her bed.
"Damn, that's hot, Sis." I didn't lie. AI can only hallucinate about women as sexy as she looked right then.
"Mom won't come home for another hour."
"I'd love to. I might even cum in my pants."
"I shouldn't have cheated you." Her eyes were smoldering, indicating cloudy thinking.
My thoughts were muddled too. I wanted her. My dick tried to rip through my trousers. "I can wait an hour." I girded my loins and stepped back into the hall, closing the door.
"FUCK!" She shouted it.
I went jogging in my school clothes, anything to get out of the house. I should have jerked off when I got back, but I found Sis in my room. She was dressed in jeans and a loose, thick cotton shirt. "You blew it. You know that." Nell sat at my desk, looking strangely calm.
"You blew it, Nell," I threw her words back. "...the day when you offered to fuck but ran as soon as your fuses blew."
"I was sick of your bullshit. I still am, but I've been horny since then." She was at the moment, honest. "Hells, Craig, your pants are trying to accommodate a third leg!" Her eyes had zeroed in on my crotch the instant I entered the room. "I'll meet you more than half way." Neither of us could imagine what that would entail, but she was sincere about giving more than taking.
"Go to your room, Nell." I was quietly serious. "Mom'll be home soon."
She stood up but then dove for my zipper. "Just let me see it." She grabbed the waistband frantically and unhooked the clasp.
SMACK! I slapped her left ear!
"Ow!" She recoiled away. Her hands let go of my trousers.
"That's a line I would never cross with you." My words dripped righteousness, but honestly I was hot as fryer grease to slap her more and then fuck whatever hole would hurt her the most.
"Asshole!" She marched out, and her door slammed shut.
I remained in my room, door open, waiting until I heard Mom drive into the garage.
I darted out to her truck and opened the driver door for her.
"Can't a mother freshen up before her son fucks the shit out of her?"
I launched into confession. "Nell's driving me crazy. I-I slapped her!"
CRACK! My mother's hand sent a shockwave through my skull! "That's in case she didn't slap you back!"
"No excuses, Mom. I lost control when I needed to prove I could be in control." I worked my jaw. Aches followed.
"Damn you!" She readied a fist. "What happened?"
"A lot, but when she tried to rip off my trousers-"
"You said, no excuses."
"Hit me again." I turned the other cheek. "You asked, though."
"Sorry, I might have overstepped my role as protector of my children."
"Actually, that gave me a bit of clarity." I rubbed my sore jaw. "My dick's been a right slut for the last hour."
"You didn't take it out for a drink and bar snacks before taking it to bed?"
"We-ell, I knew you'd be home-"
"Thanks for thinking of me, but if you let your dick decide how to deal with your sister, she'll take the advantage."
"She was desperate horny too. I guess cunts are smarter than cocks."
"Given an equal playing field, yes." Mom pushed past me. She went to the garage door to the living room and pulled off her boots and work socks. I atoned by fitting house slippers to her bare feet. Suddenly I wanted to cream all over her toes.
"Mom, am I stupid to want it all from her?"
"You're only stupid if she won't give her all, which she has every right keep."
"I just know she'll crack, eventually."
"That's stalker talk." Mom was not amused. She went inside the house and left the door open for me.
"Are you done helping me tease her?"
"Hells no!" She said loudly. "My Son still needs his slutty little Mommy." She winked and tromped into the hallway. I followed, listening between her footfalls.
A chair scooted in my sister's room.
Mom paused at the master bedroom. She opened the door calmly. "Will you be cumming in a sock or Mommy's pussy?"
Dang, she was laying it on thick! I would have died happily from a burst scrotum. I went inside, but she left the door open a crack behind us. She pointed at the bed and went to her closet. I sat and watched her undress. My dick was screaming to get out and into my sexy, MILF mother! But I sensed that wasn't what was happening, at least not right away.
"I feel stupid about yesterday." Mom's abrupt transition to quiet talk surprised me. "I finally gave myself to you, Craig, but I regret it."
"Mom, I've never cum that hard before."
"All the pornos say that." She snorted playfully. "I guess that's something.
"This morning, our father and I talked after you two had left for school." She explained while shucking her shirt into the hamper.
That's why she wasn't diving on my dick again, I thought incorrectly.
"Your father is a special man. We never discuss infidelity, but he's been clear about the matter, in his special way." She pulled down her pants and stepped out of them.
"What's the verdict?"
"Your father is my true lord and master, Son."
"He deserves you, Mom. I don't. I just have a big dick."
"The few times I cheated on him happened because he told me, his words, 'Put my cunt in second gear.'" She tossed her pants in the hamper, standing in a sturdy set of bra and panties.
"He's first gear?"
"He's overdrive, Craig. The man likes to cruise without bumps in the road. I went elsewhere for a bumping good time, but mostly I love being at peace with him." Mom reached into her closet and pulled out an old blouse and skirt. She spread them carefully on the bed
"I'd move out of the house before before getting in Dad's way."
"We'll talk about that when you know what college you want to attend." She went into the bath and pulled damp wipes from a plastic bundle. Mom patted her underarms and rubbed inside her panties.
"Any place without Nell. How about a hair styling trade school?"
Mom took a fresh wipe and swiped under her bra's lower edge. "Ahh." She dunked the wipes into the wastebasket. "I'll shower in the morning." Returning to her side of the bed, she picked up and pulled on the blouse, buttoning it up slowly.
Suddenly, she burst aloud, "Fuck me with that huge cock, My Son! I don't care if Nell finds out!"
Suddenly, Nell burst into the room, phone in blackmail acquisition mode, filming me at the end of the bed, still clothed, and mom in her blouse and panties at the side. Mom threw her hands in front of her covered groin. "How dare you, Nelda Williams!"
Big Sis dropped the phone. "Fuck!" She actually stamped her foot!
Neither Mom nor I laughed. We simply waited.
"Okay, I'm the fool today."
I took Mom's cue and waited impassively.
"Mom, does Dad have a cock like this creep?" Nelda fumed. "Maybe I should be fucking him!"
"No. Your father's is better, smaller dick but better because he's all mine." Mom glowed.
"I hate you." It was Nell's way of crying how unfair it was that Mom got to use my advantage over them, when she had to beg.
"Hating isn't nice, Dear."
"I'm moving out, tomorrow. There must be a pimp somewhere who knows how to treat me better than you do.
- COMMENTS
Honestly. The story was unique and crazy but entertaining through this chapter.
Then it goes off the rails and goes to hell. We end up with a lot of mindless tropes. The mother and father who were great characters just degenerate into sad husks of themselves. Author lost the narrative. Pity. 5 stars for the arc up to this point then ends up in a dumpster by the final chapter. The mother becomes a waste of written words by the end. Ugghh.
Crazy story arc. At times the prose and dialog was excellent, other times surprising, other times mysterious. What makes this story is not the son of his sister. It is the father and the mother and their complex sexuality. The father is the core that holds that family together. He is great father, has wisdom beyond his years, and doesn't judge. He just loves.
He clearly has "converted" the mother over the years. We see insights ever so often about her infidelities and her experience in college in a dom/sub experience, that sounds like it was not healthy. Usually the father tells her when she can have an infidelity ("second gear"), and she goes cruising for excitement.
But in the past she regulated it. Now however, things changed. Her son's large, girthy penis, and his stupid seduction / dom wannabe attempts early on, re-awakened something in his mother. A need to be a sub again to a large penis. But the son doesn't really have it in him to be a dom. He is crude at times and does some stuff that breaks the mood. The mother was not scared for him, but for her becoming untethered, unmoored.
This time was different, as her husband had not given her permission beforehand, she made her announcement of an affair after the anal encounter, and did not disclose the identity, knowing damn well that it was very important this time, unlike before when he gave her permission ahead of time.
In reality the son barely knew what he was doing. The mother had it so worked up in her mind based on memories of her last dom/sub relationship, that she came hard not just because of his large penis size but because of her wanting to submit. She tried to force the deepthroating, to subjugate and degrade herself. Like scratching an old itch.
However, once she told her son, his was the only penis that could make her orgasm, now as a reader we know something rings false. That is (probably) her shadow self, long buried, talking. We know darn well that after the anal episode she spent a long day with many orgasms and pleasure with her husband. Perhaps it was just her getting her son all hot and horny, wanting him to dominate her, but seems unlikely. It was more likely her secret obsession talking and when enthralled she would say anything to get off, especially given her reticence earlier with her son.
But in fact, though the son was enamored with their vaginal intercourse, her memory turns to regret. Note when they talk afterwards how it was the greatest ever for him, but she evades and says all the porn movies say that. Her son is play acting in a role he has no business trying to be. All he has is a large penis.
Turns out she told her husband. They talked about it. He soothed her fears, and made her realize that he is her ultimate / true master, because his love is so powerful and he is her rock. Look how she replies to her daughter about the comparative penis sizes. Sure the father is smaller, but to her he is the best. Why? Because she loves him so damn much and he is everything to her.
By this point, she has zero sexual interest in her son. She also probably learned something. When she was given permission beforehand by her husband, what was she trying to find? Something exciting, something different, but each time she comes back to her husband, as he is her rock and her road.
Howver, this last time got a bit crazy because of the incest angle and she moved on it before talking to her husband. The guilt ended up stone cold hitting her. What did she do? Talk to her husband, he calmed her down, reasserted his dominance through love and understanding, and if anything her resolve and love for her husband is even stronger than before.
The father is the rock of the family. His wife cannot live without him. This is repeated when talking to her son and her daughter near the end. When he talks about moving out. She is not worried and is non commital. She has moved past the dom/sub fetish that was temporarily
re-awakened by her son, now calm and content with the deep, still waters of her husband.
The antics between the sister and the son, just show how immature they are. Nell probably will end up in some dom/sub/slave relationship in college or after, just like her mom did. How she fares is unclear. Hopefully she finds someone like her father who will show her a path to love and contentment. Btw great scene when the mother tricks Nell near the end.
The son was a doofus for trying to push his sister to be his slave. He has a lot of growing up to do. He wants to be a dom but has no clue what he is doing. He uses a rough touch when it should be soft and vice versa. He wants to be seductive, but his idea of seduction is showing his bulge everywhere. Sadly pornography is NOT a good way to learn seduction. He has his own path to follow as he grows up.
But the mother has her prince (and master) in her husband, who does it through kindness, acceptance, wisdom, love, patience, and skill. The mother sums it up perfectly:
"No. Your father's is better, smaller dick but better because he's all mine." Mom glowed.
Surprisingly I started reading for a stroke story and was instead amazed at some of the characters, the cerebral dialog of the father and the mother, and the humor. 5 stars.
I really like this series. The characters are just quirky enough. But, they do seem to have some kind of rules they stick to, even if it doesn’t match any I’ve run across. The only down side is that chapters come out so sparsely that I forget where the relationships and progressions are at and need to review older stuff.
Going back and giving all of this series 5 stars. I like it and can't really say why. It doesn't have the dirty dialog I prefer, but the comedic part is my kind of humor. Great effort on the author's part