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.
“I’m sorry mommy.” I whimpered, feeling the complete and utter control she had over me.
I heard her tut as she grabbed my ass cheek and pulled it apart, exposing my raw ass to the air.
“AGH!” I moaned out as I felt her finger plunge halfway into my ass again, before she withdrew it just as violently.
“Your ass is sore, I’m afraid Jack.” I heard her say from behind me. “I’ll make it better. Get on your knees.”
Pushing myself onto all fours, my arms still in their casts, I thrust out my asshole, feeling her soft hand grabbing my hips and pulling me further back. At last, my stepmom stopped me, my face by this point on the floor and my ass completely thrust out, exposed and vulnerable. I kept my face flat on the bed, looking to my side, unable to see what was happening. Suddenly I felt something cold touch my exposed asshole again. Instinctively I reacted, kicking my legs back and forth, only to relax when I felt mom touch my thigh with one hand, massaging me to calm me down.
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