Man of the House Ch. 03

Literotic asexstories – Man of the House Ch. 03 by Sanzamour,Sanzamour Since Mom and Gabrielle had suddenly become best buddies, my plan was to grab both of them by the wrist and drag their naked asses to the bed, make them bend over, and let them taste the sting of the belt together… but that’s not at all how it happened.

Mom dropped down to her knees with a thud, scooted towards Gabrielle and attacked my ex-girlfriend’s pussy with her tongue; like a dog lapping up water on a hot summer day. Gabrielle grabbed Mom’s head, held It against her hungry crotch and thrust her hips forward.

At that moment, my whole life flashed before me. Medical school… snowboarding trips…friends…fun…; my career and everything I dreamed of were out there waiting patiently for me to get my shit together and come back to them.

I could be shredding the gnar with the bros in the Rado.

Meanwhile, there I was naked in my old bedroom at my mom’s house watching her eat my cumload out of the vagina of a girl I used to love.

Mom’s immaturity and addiction were like magnets constantly pulling me back and controlling me even from a distance. I was like the little puppy that never wanted to let go of its mother’s breast, and my future had been suffering because of it.

The same thing was happening to Gabrielle. This crazy woman who she barely knew had dug her claws deep into her as well. Gabrielle had nursing, Japan, and a life of her own, but here she was, pissing it all into the mouth of a broken down, old lady.

“Get over here, both of you… Now!” I screamed, raising my hand to impose my authority.

They both turned and looked at me with blank stares, just long enough for me to hear the jealousy dripping from my own voice. I was angry, feeling insulted and humiliated, thinking about the fact that mine and Gabrielle’s future child might be sliding down my mother’s throat. I was ready to tear both of them a new asshole, but neither one of them seemed afraid.

I reached down and slid my belt out of my pants and marched toward them, my flaccid cock helicoptering all the way there. I reached down and yanked mom’s hand off of Gabrielle’s beautiful butt cheek, motioned for her to stop chowing my ex-girlfriend’s box, and stand up.

To my surprise she did. But instead of arguing or throwing a tantrum, she leaned forward and fell into my arms. “All I’ve ever wanted was to be yours. To spend my days shopping, and my nights cooking, with you.” she said, gazing up at me with what had become her trademark drunken stare. “I just want you to fuck me, give me your child, and let me love you forever.”

I twisted away from her, still holding her wrist and leading her towards the bed. “I’m gonna spank your drunk ass, haul you to your bed, tuck you in, and tomorrow we are going to start getting you fixed.”

“Peyton stop!” Gabrielle demanded coming up behind us and taking mother’s other wrist. “Your mother isn’t broken. She isn’t trash that needs to be recycled. She’s just in love with you. Can’t you see it?”

I turned toward Gabrielle, ready for our first major argument, and then I saw it in her eyes. She was desperately in love with me too. I was the problem here. I was causing these women to fall hopelessly in love with me and then I’d run away, too afraid of any sort of actual commitment.

“To the bed, both of you,” I said. “Bend over, hands on the bed, ass up where I can see it.”

They both marched willingly to the edge of my bed and did exactly what I said. Gabrielle’s perfect legs were held straight and strong, her back arched in just the right way to make her ass stick out right where I could see it and spank it, her head held high. Mom on the other hand was slouched, knees slightly bent, her eyelids droopy and as tired as her ass.

They were both willing to take the belt for me; to let me turn the skin of their booties a fiery red while they stood there taking everything I had to offer. It was obvious that neither one of them wanted to lose me, but it was also clear that I had a serious decision to make.

I walked up behind Gabrielle and smacked her hard with my open hand. She winced and lunged forward, clenching the mattress in her fists, and bracing herself for an even harder smack. “Oh, yes!” She exclaimed, once she caught her breath, letting me know she approved of my tactics.

“You need to go,” I said, moving beside her and lowering my hand. “I need to spend some time alone with Mom.”

At first she looked hurt, like I had just ripped her heart from her chest and snapped it in two, but then her eyes brightened with a look of recognition. She didn’t want to miss out on the fun, but she knew it was important that she go. She stood up, draping her hands over my shoulders and giving me a passionate kiss. Then she spun around and headed for the door, swaying her beautiful ass cheeks as she went. “Bye, Mom!” she said, with a smile in her voice. “You two have fun.”

When the door closed Mom looked back at me tentatively. Here she was, alone, bent over naked in my room, and I had a belt in my hand. It was difficult to picture a scenario in which she could be more vulnerable; in which she could be more screwed. She let out a deep sigh. I couldn’t really tell if it came from excitement or fear. But I knew I couldn’t let things go this way. I was scared for her, but at the same time I was sad that I was missing out on a Colorado vacation for this.

The belt slapped across her cheeks and she scooted forward, letting out a whimper. I had taken it easy on her before. This time I wanted to let her have it until I was sure this would be the last time she ever drank. I rained a fury down on her with the belt until she cried real tears. I thought at some point she would lash out at me with anger, or even cover her bright, red ass and run away; but she didn’t.

I dropped the belt on the floor and used my hand to massage her cheeks. She moaned softly, both from the pleasure and from the pain. I ran my nails across the welts and her back straightened. “Stand up,” I ordered, and she did. I turned her towards me. She fell into my arms again.

“I’m sorry,” she pleaded, rubbing the tears from her eyes. “I deserved every one of those smacks. I know I have to do better.”

“Do you remember when you kissed me?” I asked, holding her up so I could gaze into her eyes.

“I’ve…I’ve kissed you many times,” she said, fighting off another round of sobs.

“Not like that,” I reminded her. “I’ve thought about the taste of your tongue almost every day since then.

“Oh,” she said, as if she was having trouble remembering it. Was it possible that, through the wine induced cloudy haze, mom didn’t remember massaging my tongue with hers? I wanted to make her turn around and bend her over, so I could punish her for not remembering, as if that would somehow refresh her memory. Instead, I pulled her to me and kissed her; my tongue massaging her’s, this time.

It was an inexplicable feeling. Holding my Mom’s naked body in my arms, her toasty bottom covered in welts I had given her, and my tongue filling her mouth. She lowered her hands to my butt cheeks and my cock became instantly hard, pressing itself against the tender flesh of her pubic area. I wanted to be inside her; needed to be inside her.

I don’t know how or why, but my mind suddenly rushed back to Gabrielle. Everything we could have: a solid marriage, a red-hot sex life, a beautiful family. I knew it wasn’t worth giving it up for anything. But the question was, would I have to? Gabrielle seemed to want the same things I wanted; even mom.

Then I thought about Mom. All of the bullshit she had to put up with Dad: the drinking, the lying, the cheating, even getting batted around a little bit by him when he had had a few too many. Then Bruce, that old, fucking cum-sock. I didn’t know a whole lot about either of them, but I knew enough about mom to know it wasn’t all her fault. She definitely deserved better. She definitely deserved a man who loved her. She deserved a man like me.

“Can’t you just fuck me?” Mom said, running her fingers up between my thighs and wrapping them around my weiner. My knees literally buckled at the thought of this finally happening.

“You have to promise me that you will work hard to tur…” I tried, but she interrupted me with another kiss.

“Just fuck me,” She pleaded, stroking my dick as she begged.

“Get on the bed,” I said. In my mind I pictured her getting up there on her hands and knees so I could just fuck her doggystle, cum, and get it over with. But she had other plans.

She laid down on her back, spread her legs, and held out her arms inviting me to mount her in the missionary position. And that’s when the doorbell rang.

At first, I figured if I ignored it, whoever it was would just go away. But then after thinking about it for a few moments, curiosity got the best of me. I went over to the window, pulled the shades and looked out. There was a truck in the driveway.

“Who is it?” Mom asked, growing impatient While laying there waiting for me to stick my dick into her.

“It’s Jake,” I said, stepping back from the window and pulling the shades. It had been awhile since I’d last seen him. I figured I should probably go down there and talk to him.

“Don’t you dare!” Mom said, motioning for me to come back to her. “He’ll get the hint and go away eventually.”

She was right. I was just looking for every chance to stall and drag this out. But the truth was, it was probably now or never for us.

My dick was hard and throbbing and she was obviously ready for me. I headed back to the bed and stood over her. Yes, she was getting older and her body was somewhat out of shape, but she was still hot, and she was my mom.

I lifted my knee and rested it on the bed, making the mattress sink on one side, and Mom’s body along with it. She let out a deep sigh of anticipation and that sent a jolt of electricity through my sack and my already erect cock.

Next was the other knee, until I was straddling her and she was under the influence of my full weight. Her eyes grew like saucers as I leaned forward placing one hand just above her shoulder and the other right on her tit. My cock was positioned right above her crotch and I lowered it until they touched; my eyes never leaving her eyes.

Mother had never been perfect, not even close for that matter. There were times where her actions had bordered on neglect and abuse. There were times where I hated her so badly that I wished she were dead. But right then, I felt like I was finally seeing the real her. Just a brokenhearted person yearning for someone to love them.

I felt her squirm as the tip of my dick touched her most sensitive region. She twisted and turned as I worked my way inside of her, but she never stopped looking into my eyes. I kissed her again, as my hips shot forward, inserting my whole length into her. She bit down on my bottom lip. It felt like a sign that she wasn’t going to let go until I filled her with my cum.

And I did.

When we finished. I laid down beside her. Her face was covered with tears and the most brilliant smile I had ever seen. Mom had always known I was her’s, that I would ride with her to the end. But sometimes a person just needs a little bit more convincing.

She rolled over so I could see the welts on her butt and took my cock in her hand. It was tired and worn out, but she stroked it gently knowing that nothing turned me on more than her freshly spanked ass. I’m not sure how, but I started to get hard again. My dick twitched and my balls started to tingle as they tightened up in my sack.

Mom slipped her mouth over the tip of my dick. Working it back and forth very slowly as her hand slid up and down the length of my shaft. She wasn’t in a hurry. I could tell by her playful attitude that she was willing to go all day if that’s what it took to make me shoot another hot cumlode inside of her.

I wasn’t sure if I could handle it, though. The pleasure and intensity were enough to make me panic a little bit. Instead I focused on her ass. Maybe she didn’t need me to discipline her, maybe she just needed someone to love her with all of their heart.

And that’s when it happened. She stopped stroking and sucking and got up on her hands and knees. “I want you to claim my ass.” She said, reaching back with one hand to spread her cheeks.

I don’t know if anal sex and love have anything to do with each other, but at that moment it seemed like they did. Here was a woman who had lived a life of confusion and uncertainty, offering her all to the one person who could make it better.

Normally I would just spit on it, before jamming my dick into it. But I wanted Mom to feel the same love she was offering me. So I licked it. I covered every little bit of her puckered starfish with my tongue. Even entering her at one point and pushing as far into it as I could.

Mom moaned. Pushing her hips back at me as if to encourage my tongue to ravage every part of her. I could hear her breathing intensify with the anticipation of what was going to happen. For the first time, I’d actually hoped she wasn’t sobering up because I knew it was going to hurt.

My cock filled her. Pushing past her cheeks until her hole was stretched to its limits. I lunged forward, allowing myself to fill her up as she grabbed a pillow and bit down on it. Once I was balls deep, I backed out, establishing a constant rhythm that allowed me to go almost all the way out before slamming back in, again. Even with her mouth occupied, the room was still filled with a chorus of grunts and screams as her eyes threatened to pop right out of her head. I slapped her across one of her brutalized cheeks, and then did the same to the other.

This time she released the pillow and let out a terrified scream that must have echoed throughout the entire house. While she was doing so, my nut busted, and I shot a hot creamy load inside of her.

We both fell onto the bed exhausted. Gaining only enough strength from time to time to laugh or gaze into each other’s eyes. We had done it! After all of this time we had finally consummated our love for one another. Now it wasn’t just real; it was forever.

After what felt like an eternity, we got up and stumbled around, hoping to find some clothes. Once we were dressed I picked her up and carried her down the steps. When we reached the bottom we heard laughing in the kitchen.

Gabrielle and Jake: frying up some grilled cheese sandwiches.