Author's note: This chapter contains incest, lesbianism, dominance and light spanking. Like most of my stories, this one seems to be taking off in a direction of its own. It's not one of my more 'traditional' stories and I don't foresee it going back in that direction anytime soon. Hopefully, you'll still enjoy it. If not, feel free to check out some of my other work or the writings of some of the talented authors on this site.
Regards,
JD
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'Thank God that's over!'
My last exam was finally done. It was a tough one, but the last two weeks I spent more time at the library than anyplace else and it seemed to have paid off.
"Hey Brian, we're going out to celebrate the end of finals and the beginning of summer. Do you want to come?" I looked up and saw Cindy. She was walking toward me with her friend Bethany. I smiled pleasantly, but shook my head.
"No thanks," I replied. "I'm exhausted. I'm going home to sleep for a couple of days."
"Oh come on," Cindy's smiled enticingly as they stopped in front of me. "It will be fun." I thought it might be a bit more than that based on her expression and the hints she'd been giving me recently. I shook my head slightly, trying to figure out why she suddenly seemed so interested in me when she barely noticed me before, but I didn't dwell on the thought long. I was tired. Besides, Rhonda was waiting for me at home. So were mom and Lisa.
"No thanks," I said, trying to hide my impatience. "Enjoy your break."
"Are you sure?" she sighed in obvious disappointment. Again, I wondered what changed. The funny part was that before Rhonda came into my life I used to have a thing for Cindy. Maybe that was the problem. Maybe Cindy didn't like the fact that I lost interest in her.
"See you next semester," I said, turning to leave. I was surprised when someone grabbed my shoulder and stopped me from leaving. I turned back and was even more surprised when I saw that it was Bethany and not Cindy. Her grip wasn't all that strong, but there was something about her expression I didn't like. "Yes?"
"Brian, are you always this dense?" she asked in annoyance. "Cindy likes you and wants to hook up. Most guys would kill for a chance with her." I realized what was bothering me. Bethany was being very aggressive and I didn't like it at all. I had to hold myself in check.
"I'm not most guys," I said, removing her hand from my shoulder. I turned to Cindy and added, "I'm sorry, but I'm not interested." I didn't want to hurt her feeling, but the truth was the truth. It would be worse to lead her on. Cindy seemed not only surprised, but actually upset. I guess she wasn't used to getting turned down.
"You bastard!" Bethany snapped, angry for her friend. I shrugged. I wasn't trying to be.
"It's okay," Cindy put in before Bethany could say anything else. "I just thought we could have some fun together. You've changed recently. You're more confident and sure of yourself. I like that in a guy."
I nodded in understanding. Now I knew why she was suddenly interested in me. I hadn't realized that my relationship with Rhonda, my mother and sister was affecting me so much, but I guess it made sense. Cindy was right. I was more confident. I knew what I wanted and was getting used to having it, working for it, even taking it. It felt good, although that last part concerned me at times.
"Cindy, you're a beautiful girl," I offered. "Bethany's right. Most guys would kill for a chance with you, but I'm seeing someone." She nodded. Her friend wasn't nearly as understanding. She was obviously taking it worst than Cindy.
"Let me guess," Bethany said. "You're gay."
"Not even a little bit," I laughed, deciding not to let her get to me. "Enjoy your break." I turned to leave once more, but Bethany grabbed my shoulder again. My control slipped. I took her hand off of my shoulder and surprised her by pulling her close, very close. "Don't do that again."
We were only inches away from each other. Our eyes locked for a few moments before she looked away. I took her chin in my hand and forced her to make eye contact once more. She was clearly nervous and perhaps a little afraid, but there was more there than that. For a moment I was tempted to find out just how much more. Instead I smiled, released her and left without another word.
I shook my head as I made my way to my car. It was a mistake to let her bother me, but I didn't like being grabbed. The part that concerned me most was the charge of excitement I felt when I pulled her close.
'No, that wasn't it," I thought. 'It was when she backed down, especially when I made her look back into my eyes.' I felt myself responding. I decided I was too tired to dwell on it right now. I needed to get home and find my bed!
The parking lot wasn't far, but it was one of those hot spring days and there wasn't even a slight breeze. I was sweating by the time I reached the car. I opened the door and stood there for a few moments to let the interior cool off. I got in, but didn't shut the door. It was too hot! I started the car and put on the AC. I couldn't stop myself from yawning. I caught myself nodding a few moments later and put on the radio. I shut the door as soon as the AC started pumping out cold air.
"Man! I really am spent, and not in a good way. Of course, that's all about to change." I grinned in anticipation. To say I was looking forward to the coming summer was a vast understatement, especially the first week of it. My summer job wouldn't start for ten days so I was free to relax and do whatever I wanted. My sister's school was in the middle of finals. She taught gym and that didn't have a final so she was able to take off from work. You have to love a teacher's schedule! Mom and Rhonda were taking off as well. We decided to make a holiday of the coming week and I was seriously looking forward to it.
The ride home was uneventful, or would have been if I didn't have to fight so hard to keep my eyes open. I walked in the house and dropped my keys on the counter. No one was downstairs. I smiled. I had a pretty good idea where they were. I made my way upstairs.
"Oh Lisa! Do it again! That's feels so good!"
I felt myself stiffen despite my exhaustion as Rhonda's lustful cry was followed by the sound of an open hand slapping again skin. I was certain it was my sister swatting Rhonda's ass. I licked my lips as I reached the top of the stairs. I smiled when I saw mom leaning against Lisa's bedroom doorway. She was obviously watching my sister and Rhonda.
I took a moment to appreciate the sight of my mother. She looked amazing as always. Mom was built very nicely with curves in all the right places. I continued to appreciate the sight of her until she noticed me.
"You're home," she said, blushing slightly at being caught watching Lisa and Rhonda. A part of me thought it was funny considering everything that had happened over the last few months, but I couldn't deny that another part of me loved the fact that mom was still mom.
"And exhausted," I said, smiling warmly. "I need sleep." Mom took a long look at me and frowned before walking toward me. She took my arm.
"Let's get some food into you first," she said, obviously concerned. "You haven't been taking care of yourself recently."
"Mom, I'm fine," I argued, but she was in full mother mode so I let her lead me. I was too tired to eat, but there was no point in arguing with her when she was like this. Oh, I could win the argument, but she would be upset and I didn't want that. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of flesh hitting flesh again and a loud moan.
"Rhonda really does like getting spanked," I said with slow smile, remembering some of the times we'd been together.
"Your sister seems to be enjoying herself too," mom said, somewhat concerned. I nodded. It was pretty obvious that despite being submissive to me, Lisa could be quite the dominating bitch. Rhonda loved it. I think mom did too deep down when she wasn't being an overly concerned mother.
"Mom, stop worrying," I said as we reached the bottom of the stairs. "If they're both happy doing what they're doing then why be concerned?"
"You're right," mom replied, but I could tell she troubled. That was mom. I needed to get her mind off the subject.
"I really am tired. How about I eat later?"
"No," mom insisted. "You need food. Sit down and let me at least make you a sandwich." I smiled and sat at the kitchen table while mom opened the refrigerator and started pulling out cold cuts. I watched her make my sandwich. Maybe it was because I was tired and my thoughts were beginning to get a bit odd, but I had flashes of mom doing the exact same thing for me over the years. I smiled contently. I was a lucky guy to have someone like her to mother me.
"So, was work okay with you taking the week?" I asked. I wanted to make sure she was distracted from her earlier concerns. I also needed something to keep me awake.
"They were great," she replied.
"That's cool," I smiled. "You're new boss is a good guy."
"Yes he is," mom smiled. "I met his wife at the company holiday party. She was very nice. I'm not surprised."
We continued to chat as mom finished making my sandwich and putting it in front of me. I didn't think I was hungry until after I took the first bite. Suddenly I was starving. I grinned to myself as I dug in. Mom was right. No surprise there. I did need food.
"Slow down!" she cried in concern as she poured me a glass of milk. I had a hard time not laughing. I probably wouldn't have been able to stop myself if I wasn't in the middle of wolfing down the sandwich.
"Thanks mom. That was great," I said afterward, sitting back and sighing contently.
"Now let's get you to bed," she said, putting my plate and my empty glass in the sink. I let mom lead me back upstairs. Lisa and Rhonda were still going at it, but I was too tired to react now. The food had done its job and I was barely staying vertical. Mom saw and sighed. "You poor dear." She started leading me to my room, but I didn't want to crash there.
"Mom, I want to sleep in your bed," I said groggily. She nodded without argument.
Two minutes later I was under mom's sheets sighing contently. My clothes were in a pile on a chair. I watched as she pulled the heavier covers off the bed. It was far too hot for them. Mom leaned forward and kissed my forehead when she was done. She started to stand up to leave, but I reached out and took her hand.
"Mom, you are a great mother," I smiled. "I love you."
"I love you too," she said, but instead of smiling she frowned slightly. "Although I'm not so sure of how good of a mother I am."
"You're the best," I insisted. "And it's time you accepted it and stopped blaming yourself for something that you had no real control over."
"I'm the mother," she sighed. "Of course it's my fault." There was something in her expression that made we sit up despite my exhaustion.
"First, there is no fault," I said. I suddenly realized that I was wrong trying to distract her from her concerns. In fact, it was past time we had this conversation. I was tired, but I wanted to make sure my mom was okay. "What we have here is certainly not what people would call normal, but we're all adults and it seems to me that we're all happy with the way things are."
"That's exactly the problem!" mom cried, surprising me with tears. "This should never have happened. If I were a good mother..." She was too upset to go on. I stood and hugged her tight until her tears stopped.
"Mom, I think you're confused about some things," I said slowly once she was in control of herself. She looked at me with a slight frown and waited for me to continue. I let her go and sat on the bed. I waited until she joined me. "Mom, what happened between us that first night was more my fault than yours. Oh, I know you don't agree, but you're wrong and really, it's beside the point."
"Beside the point?" she repeated.
"Exactly," I sighed. "Mom, I've thought about this a lot. I am what I am and it really had nothing to do with that night."
"You're a good man," mom said, coming to my defense. I smiled, but it wasn't a full one. I had concerns of my own. Maybe it was time to share them with mom.
"I like to think so," I said slowly. "But at this point there no doubt that there is something inside of me that likes to be in control."
"So what?" mom said. "There are plenty of people like that."
"Mom, it's different with me and you know it," I sighed. "It's more than simply being in control. I have a deep seated need to possess what I control. I've marked you, Lisa and Rhonda as mine. Maybe you don't understand what that means to me."
"I think I do," mom said, blushing slightly as she rubbed the back of her neck unconsciously. The mark might or might not still be there, but by this point it didn't matter. She was mine.
"If that's true, then you know you had little choice in all of this," I said. "I wanted you and I took you."
"Yes and no," my mother said, surprising me with a smile. "Brian, you are controlling and aggressive enough to take what you want, but you're forgetting one fact."
"What?" I asked, honestly curious. Maybe mom understood me better than I did myself. She was my mother after all.
"You aren't the type to take what isn't offered. Yes, you took me, your sister and Rhonda, but it's not like any of us didn't want you to take us. Don't you realize that the hardest part for me is the knowledge that not only am I yours, but that I love the fact and have never been happier?"
"Why would that bother you?" I asked.
"Because I worry about you and your sister," my mother replied. "Rhonda too, now that she's part of the family. I'm the mother and I should be trying to fix this, but instead I'm busy having the time of my life."
"Mom, you can't fix this," I laughed. "There's nothing to fix. We're all happy with things the way they are, so what try and change them?"
"Because..." she began, but I cut her off my putting my fingers against her lips.
"I hope you're right that I only take what's given to me freely," I interjected. "But in either case, I'm lucky to have you, Lisa and Rhonda. You see, not only do I love all three of you, but without you I think my need to control and dominate might make me do things I wouldn't like."
"Never," mom said confidently.
"I wouldn't be so sure." I then proceeded to tell her about what happened with Cindy and Bethany. Mom listened silently until I was done. "And I'm not sure how I would have reacted if I didn't have your three here at home waiting for me."
"Oh I am," mom smiled. "You would have taken Bethany."
"But that's exactly my point!" I cried.
"Not really," mom laughed. "I think you proved my point."
"I'm lost," I frowned.
"It's simple really. Who was more attractive, Cindy or her friend Bethany?"
"Cindy," I replied easily. There was no contest. Bethany was cute, but not nearly in the same league as Cindy.
"And which did you have a crush on all last year?" mom asked. She just nodded when I told her Cindy and asked another question. "And who did you want to posses?"
"Bethany," I answered honestly.
"Don't you see?" mom smiled.
"I'm afraid I do," I sighed. "You're trying to tell me that I wanted Bethany because she was the more aggressive girl."
"Oh, I'm sure that was a little part of it, but your still not getting it." Mom took my hand in hers and squeezed until I looked up into her eyes. "Brian, you said you took Bethany's chin in your hand and made her look up into your eyes." I nodded in agreement. "What did you see there when you did it?"
"Desire," I said slowly.
"Exactly." Mom was watching me carefully. "Bethany might have been angry and afraid, but mostly she was excited by what you were doing. That's what you reacted to. You simply stumbled onto another girl who likes to be taken."
I sat there and absorbed what my mother was saying for a little while. She continued to hold my hand as she waited for me to respond. I took my time. I was tired and my mind wasn't at its peak.
"But what about Megan?" I asked. Mom knew about Rhonda's sister Megan. She was a dominant who used to control her sister. Megan had a thing for hurting people that I hoped I never learned to appreciate. I mean, light spanking and a little bondage was one thing, but actually hurting someone the way she seemed to enjoy was a little much for me. "You can't say she wanted to be taken and I almost did it."
"I think bringing her up in unfair," mom argued, standing now. "You were just reacting to her aggressive behavior. She tried to control you and you reacted. That's understandable."
"Mom, it was more than that. I got excited," I sighed.
"Really," mom said, surprised for the first time. She remained quiet for a moment, but then shrugged. "That probably means one of two things."
"What?" I frowned.
"That either you were picking up on some signals from Megan that she wanted to be dominated," mom replied. "Or that there is a part of you that's interested in seeing what it feels like to be dominated. I mean, look at your sister. She likes to be controlled by you, but she also likes to control Rhonda and me." I didn't think the first was possible and I certainly didn't agree with the second.
"The third possibility is that I felt Megan's challenge and was ready to do whatever it took to control her whether she wanted it or not."
"No, that's not you," my mother insisted. "Besides, even if it was the situation, you left before it got out of hand." I was too tired to argue and I realized I'd let the conversation move away from trying to help mom.
"Mom, the important fact here is that you realize I was going to be this way whether what happened with you and I occurred or not. And frankly, the fact that it did happen with you was probably the best thing for me. It's let me accept what I'm learning about myself far more easily then I think I could have otherwise."
"Maybe," mom said slowly. "But what about your sister? And Rhonda?"
"Lisa is Lisa," I shrugged. "She doesn't seem remotely upset by what happening. Let's be honest, she's your daughter and you would know if this was affecting her badly." I waited until mom nodded in acceptance.
"You know," mom said slowly. "Lisa told me that the reason why she didn't want to make love to me at first was because deep down she was always afraid that she was a lesbian?"
"I had no idea," I said in surprise.
"She's not really," my mother continued. "She's just bisexual like her mother." Mom shook her head and blushed slightly before adding, "I think that her finding out the way she did was probably best."
"Exactly," I smiled. "And Rhonda? Well, first of all I love her. I honestly believe we were meant to be together."
"I can't argue that," mom smiled.
"But even if we weren't," I continued. "She needed to get away from Megan. She doesn't talk a lot about it, but I think Megan was getting more and more abusive."
"She was," mom said. Somehow I wasn't surprised that Rhonda had talked to mom. I think one of the biggest benefits for Rhonda in joining our family is the mothering mom just did naturally. I'd only met her parents a couple of times and they seemed nice enough, but they clearly weren't what their kids needed, at least in some ways.
"So then," I smiled. "The only person involved in all of this who might be adversely affected is you, and you just admitted that you were the happiest you've ever been."
"True," mom said, pulling the sheet up under my chin again. "You've given me a lot to think about. Now get some sleep."
She leaned forward and moved to kiss my forehead again. I noticed her blouse fall open as she did so. Her full breasts caught my interest despite my being exhausted. I reached up and cupped one before she moved away.
"I thought you were tired?" mom asked, smiling ever so slightly. Her face was only inches from mine and I knew that she was excited for some reason. I'm sure part of it was from watching Lisa and Rhonda from their doorway, but that was some time ago. I guessed that our conversation had helped mom accept things the way they were and she felt good about it, really good.
"Not as much as I thought," I said, pulled her lips to mine and kissing her. Mom accepted my kiss, but then tried to pull away.
"After you sleep," she said. "You need to rest."
"Not going to happen," I said more aggressively as I pulled mom into her own bed. I saw her eyes light up despite her protests.
"Brian, this can wait!" she cried, trying to climb out of the bed. I threw the sheet off and rolled on top of her before she could escape.
"No it can't," I said, smiling down at her lustfully. "You know, the one thing we didn't talk about was the simple fact that what we're sharing is incest and that it's wrong."
"So terribly wrong!" mom gasped as I took off her blouse. I knew just how much she loved the fact that I was her son.
"But you like that, don't you?" I asked, leaning forward and brushing my tongue against her nipples.
"No!" mom cried. "What kind of a mother do you think I am? That's sick!"
"The best kind!" I growled, pulling off her skirt. We were both now naked. I was on top of my mother. She reached between us and stroked my cock for a few seconds before rubbing it up and down her wet entrance. "Mom, I want to start the week off right and I can't think of a better way. After all, this all started with you and I."
"I was drunk!"she cried.
"But you're not now," I said, pushing the head of my cock against her opening.
"No, I'm not!" she moaned. "And we have to stop right now." Yet, she did nothing to push me away.
"You're forgetting something though," I said, leaning over and whispering in her ear now. I pushed just a little bit of my cock inside of her. Mom gasped out. "You see, mother or not, you're mine and I want you!"
"Take me then!" mom cried, no longer bothering with the pretence that she wanted me to stop. "Take what's yours!"
"Always!" I whispered, nipping at her ear slightly before thrusting the rest of my cock deep inside of her.
"Yes!" mom cried out, spreading her legs as wide as she could to accept even more of my cock. She was soaked and my cock slipped in and out easily enough. Mom moaned almost constantly from the moment I started until her the orgasm took her.
I heard a noise by the door and turned. Rhonda was standing there naked and sweaty from her fun with my sister. Her body glistened and I could see that her ass was red from my sister's spanking. Our eyes met and I felt the connection that was always present. She smiled sexily and moved toward the bed. She took a moment to kiss me. She tasted like Lisa, but I didn't mind at all.
"That's it mom!" Rhonda said, getting in bed next to my mother and caressing her face. "Take Brian's big cock! Feel it stretch you to your limit. Feel your son's hardness as he gets close to filling you with his cum!"
"Kiss me!" my mother demanded. I'm not sure if she was talking to Rhonda or me, but it didn't matter. Rhonda leaned down and kissed my mother. I watched as their tongues danced in each other's mouths. Rhonda reached down with one hand and started rubbing my mom's clit as I rode her toward her next orgasm. I noticed mom's hand slip under Rhonda as well.
"Don't stop!" mom cried, but I did. I wanted to remind mom who was in control. "No!" I pulled out of my mother's pussy and looked at Rhonda. She was clearly ready to do whatever I asked. You have no idea how good that felt.
"Roll her over on her stomach," I said. Rhonda did without comment.
"No!" mom cried once more. "Not my ass! Please don't take my ass!" I looked at Rhonda and we exchange a grin. Mom was always good at letting me know what she wanted.
"You shouldn't have said that," Rhonda said. "Now your son is going to shove his big, fat cock all the way up your ass!"
"No!" mom cried, but she lifted her ass into the air.
"Make sure she's ready," I said to Rhonda. My girl smiled happily and leaned forward. Her mouth found my mother's ass and she wasted no time making sure my cock would meet little resistance when it came time. I watched and shook my head. Rhonda was amazing.
"No!" mom cried again. "Don't do that! It's so dirty!" I saw mom try and slip a hand between her own legs. I stopped her. She groaned. "Brian please!"
"No," I said with a calm confidence, holding her hands above her head.
Rhonda continued to lick my mother's ass until I finally stopped her. I think she would have continued forever if I let her. She sat up and smiled hungrily. Her face was wet, but she seemed oblivious.
"She's ready," Rhonda offered. I slapped my mom's and she groaned, holding it up once more as high as it would go.
"I would say so," I grinned, getting behind my mother. I looked at Rhonda and added, "Hold her down. I want her to know that I'm taking her ass because it's mine."
"Yes!" mom cried as I slowly sunk my cock deep into her ass. There was some initial resistance, but once I was passed that I moved in easily.
"How does it feel to have your own son's cock deep inside of you?" Rhonda asked, holding my mother arms in place.
"It's terrible!" mom cried. "And so wrong! I'm his mother and not only is he fucking me, but he's doing it to my ass! Make him stop!"
"I can't," Rhonda offered. "You're his. So am I."
"I can't be his!" mom groaned. "I'm his mother. Mother's can't belong to their sons." That caught my interest. I leaned forward until my mouth was next to her ear once more.
"But you do," I whispered lustfully. "You belong to me!"
"Never!" mom cried.
"Always," I growled, slamming my cock harder. "Tell me you're mine!"
"No!"
I knew it hurt when I fucked her ass like this, but mom loved it. Besides, I needed for her to admit the truth before her nearing orgasm took her. I shifted up and started seriously ramming her ass. Mom cried out constantly, but refused to admit what we both knew to be true. After a while I realized that I was having problems of my own holding back my orgasm.
"Mine!" I growled, driving even harder.
"Admit it!" Rhonda cried, obviously excited by the contest going on between my mother and me. "Tell you son that you're his slut!"
"Tell me or I stop right now!" I grunted. I would have to or I'd lose, and neither one of us wanted that. Mom didn't immediately answer so I slow down. That was all it took.
"I'm yours!" mom cried. "You know that! Now please finish me!"
"Not until I mark you once more," I growled, not stopping, but not speeding up again either. "You obviously need a reminder."
Rhonda took mom's hair and moved it to the side. I noticed that her neck was unblemished. The sight of it pale and waiting for my attention got to me on some deep and dark level. I leaned forward and kissed the back of my mother's neck before marking it.
"Mine," I said confidently.
"Always," mom groaned.
"The way it should be," Rhonda put in, slapping mom's ass once, surprisingly hard. Mom gasped in pain and pleasure.
I started working my cock in and out of her ass faster. It wasn't long before I was giving her everything I had. I took my mother's wrists in mine and pulled back, lifting her shoulders and chest off the bed as I rammed in and out of her ass. Rhonda reached out and pinched mom's nipples with one hand. The other was busy at her own pussy. My mother erupted under me. I followed a moment later, blasting my cum deep inside her ass.
Rhonda quickened the pace she was using on her own clit. She was obvious in need of release herself. As I watched she started slapping it. That meant she was close. I was surprised that in the middle of my mother's orgasm mom not only noticed what was going on, but somehow twisted and got her mouth on Rhonda's pussy. I let go of mom's arms and grabbed hold of her hips as I continued to pound and fill her ass. Mom shivered and shook under me, but that didn't stop her from helping Rhonda join us. A moment later my mother was drinking my girlfriend's hot juices down.
The three of us lay there panting for quite some time afterward. We'd shifted only enough for Mom and Rhonda to rest their heads on my shoulders.
"You know," Rhonda finally said. "I had no idea it could be like this. Thank you so much for welcoming me into your family." Mom and I exchanged a glance. She smiled and nodded, remembering our conversation.
"We're happy to have you," mom smiled.
"Lucky even," I put in.
"I don't know about that," I heard my sister Lisa say from the doorway. "I took a long shower and missed everything again."
"Just the beginning of everything," I laughed. "Not everything."
"I thought you were tired?" mom grinned.
"I am," I laughed. "But look at Lisa. How could I possibly leave her like that?" My sister's hair was still wet from the shower. She looked amazing as always.
"I'll take care of her," mom said, climbing out of the bed. "You get some sleep. It's going to be a long week."
"I'll help with Lisa," Rhonda offered, starting to stand as well.
"No you don't!" I laughed, pulling her back. "At least not yet. I need you to hold me until I fall asleep. You can join them after that."
"We'll see you in a couple of minutes," mom smiled. "I'd like some time alone with Lisa anyway. She tastes amazing right after she showers."
"Mom! That's terrible!" Lisa said, but I knew she was just joking. So did mom. She pulled a protesting Lisa from the doorway.
I pulled Rhonda close and kissed her. It didn't take long for my cock to harden despite just filling my mom's ass. Rhonda gasped when my hand drifted to her pussy. She was still wet.
"I thought you were tired?" she moaned.
"I am," I replied. "But I think it's important that you know I love you."
"If you want to do that," Rhonda smiled sexily. "Then take me the way you just did your mother. That was so hot!"
"You want me to ride you hard?"
"Yes," Rhonda replied without any guilt or reticence. I loved that about her. Rhonda was the most open person I'd ever met when it came to sex. I'd have to thank Megan for that one day soon. Okay, probably not.
"You want me to take your ass?" I asked as I kissed her once more.
"That sounds amazing!" she replied. "And I want you to hold my arms like you did your mother's and lift me off the bed. I want to feel powerless under you!"
"Is that all you want?" I growled, feeling myself responding to her words. So much for sleep.
"No," she said, looking deep into my eyes. "I want you to mark me as yours again. I want to feel your mouth on my neck, claiming me as yours and yours alone."
Rhonda rolled over onto her stomach and lifted her ass, inviting me to take what was mine. She took her hair and moved it to the side, letting me see her neck.
I still had some concerns about what I was learning about myself despite mom's comments, but they didn't matter at that moment. I saw the love and trust in Rhonda's eyes. I felt my need to dominate combine with her need to submit and that was all I could focus on. That was all I was willing to focus on.
"Mine!" I growled, putting the head of my cock at the entrance to her ass.
"Body and soul!" she cried out as she pushed back and accepted me into her depths. She meant what she said with every fiber of her being. I knew that like I never knew anything else before.
I fell on Rhonda's, marking her neck and making us both happy despite the knowledge that it was unnecessary. Rhonda was mine and always would be. We didn't need a mark to know that. My girl lifted her arms behind her, letting me know what she wanted. I grabbed them roughly and pulled. Rhonda cried out in pain and pleasure.
It didn't take long for us both to cum. My exhausted at that point overwhelmed me. I rolled off of Rhonda so that she could go join my mother and sister, but instead she spooned with me and pulled my arm over her. I heard her sigh in content as I drifted off to sleep with her still in my arms. Life was good. Hell, it was great!
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"Brian, wake up!"
I groaned and opened my eyes. I was alone in bed. I glanced at the clock and saw that I'd actually slept a pretty long time despite still being groggy. It was morning.
"Brian! Are you awake yet?"
I shifted my gaze to the side of mom's bed. Lisa was standing there. Her expression made me blink and sit up. Something was wrong and it was bad. Lisa looked worried.
"What's wrong?" I asked, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
"It's Rhonda," my sister said succinctly. "She's gone."
"Gone?" I asked in disbelief. "That's impossible."
"I thought so too," my sister sighed. "But I just went looking for her and she's nowhere to be found."
"Maybe she went out?" I offered, still fighting to gather my wits.
"Little brother, don't you think I thought of that?" Lisa snapped. She was obviously upset. I decided not to make an issue of her tone at the moment.
"I don't understand," I said, standing now and reaching for my clothes.
"Her room is empty," my sister explained, holding something out toward me. "No clothes, nothing. Only a letter on her dresser for you." I took it and opened it slowly. I had to read it three times before it sank in.
"She went back to her sister Megan," I said, my own words sounding hollow to me. I sat back down on the bed.
"Not willingly," mom said from the doorway. "At least I don't think so."
"That's not what her letter says," I said glumly, holding it up. My mother didn't bother taking it.
"Brian, Rhonda was happy here," she said, moving into the room and sitting next to me. "You know that. She was relieved to be out from under her sister's control. Besides, she loves you. She would never leave you, especially not like this."
I frowned as I thought about Rhonda and what mom was saying. It didn't take long for me to see that mom had to be right. It was too out of character. I didn't care what the letter said. Rhonda loved me with every ounce of her being. I would swear to that. I loved her too. So then why did she leave?
"Megan," I said softly, the truth obvious. I repeated her name with more confidence. This had to be her doing.
"What could she have or do that would make Rhonda go back to her?" Lisa frowned.
"It would have to be big," mom put in. "Rhonda loves her older sister, but she's also been very frightened of her since she came to live with us. Megan felt betrayed and angry when she learned what happened between you two. She promised all kinds of cruelties when Rhonda returned. I don't think Megan's the type to make idle threats."
"No, she's not," I said confidently as an odd coldness began to take over my mind and body.
I thought hard for a moment. In the end, it wasn't difficult to figure out. Rhonda didn't care about material things. Megan had let her know in no uncertain terms when they were growing up that everything belonged to her so Rhonda never grew any serious ties to objects. That left only people. Megan had no control over me, mom or Lisa and she wouldn't be stupid enough to try anything there. She knew how I'd react and I don't think she wanted another confrontation with me.
I was momentarily concerned about my cousin Francis because I knew he still got together with her despite my warnings, but Rhonda would have come to me if Megan had threatened him. No, it had to be someone she loved and cared for. That left only their family.
Rhonda and Megan's parents seemed happily oblivious to Megan dominance over Rhonda and both sisters had a strong aversion to ever letting them know the truth. That left only one person.
"Gabby," I said, knowing I was right.
"Their little sister?" mom asked in surprise.
"Rhonda did her best to protect Gabby and keep her away from Megan's cruelties," I explained. "She felt that her little sister was safe when she turned eighteen and went to away to college."
"Hmm," Lisa said thoughtfully. "Rhonda received a phone call last night from her little sister. From what I overheard I think Gabby's changed her plans and decided to spend the summer home. Rhonda didn't seem upset or anything. She just got quiet after the call."
"That's not a good sign," I sighed. "Rhonda won't show anger or fear. Hell, she won't even raise her voice unless it's related to pleasing someone. She's never been allowed to. She just becomes quiet."
"I'm sorry! I should have known," my sister said, shaking her head.
"It's not your fault," I disagreed. "It's Megan's. Only I'm not sure how yet."
"Isn't it obvious?" mom asked. "I bet Megan was the one who convinced Gabby to come home for the summer. I bet she even offered to let her baby sister stay with her so that she wouldn't have to deal with their parents."
"You know," Lisa added. "Rhonda was on the phone an awfully long time and I was in and out of the kitchen while she talked. It's quite possible she hung up with Gabby and called Megan without me noticing."
"That sounds about right," I sighed, standing and starting to get dressed once again.
"Where are you going?" Lisa asked.
"To get Rhonda back," I replied as I shrugged on my shirt. "Where else?"
"Megan's not going to let her go easily," my sister added.
"I know," I said. "Especially when I tell her I'm taking Gabby as well."
"Brian..." mom began, but I was done talking. I looked at her and she froze in mid sentence. I was beyond angry and I guess it showed.
"It's time Megan and I have it out," I said coldly. "No one hurts the people I love. No one takes what's mine."
"I know," mom said slowly, her concern obvious. "Just be sure not to lose yourself in what you're planning. You need to be able to live with yourself afterward."
I didn't respond. I had no idea what to say. I had my fears about what I was turning into, but they were nothing compared to my concern for Rhonda. Our love was far from normal I guess, but there was no doubt it was true. I knew I would do what was necessary to get Rhonda back and to hell with the consequences.
I saw the concern in my mother's expression. She was afraid for me. I shook my head. She should have been afraid for Megan.
"Lisa, get dressed, you're coming," I said.
"Gladly," my sister said and left the room.
"Do you want..." my mother began. I cut her off and shook my head.
"No mom," I said. "I don't know how this is going to go, but I do know that it's no place for you."
"Because I'm a complete submissive," mom said sadly.
"Not really," I smiled, despite my anger. "It's because you're you. I'm going to need you here when we get back to do what you do. I have no idea what shape Rhonda's going to be in, but I do know she's going to need you to get through it. I don't think you realize how much your mothering helps us all."
"I do love her like a daughter," mom sighed.
"I know that," I said, hugging her close. "So does Rhonda. She'll need that love to get past whatever Megan does to her."
"Go," mom said releasing me. "The longer she stays under Megan's control the worst it will be."
I let go of mom and left the room. My sister Lisa was standing by the front door. She looked ready for war. I nodded once. Lisa was mine, but she was also her own person. I wouldn't take that away from her because I loved my sister for what she was, not what I could make her. She cared a great deal about Rhonda and was willing to fight for her. I felt something similar, but in me there were also some emotions not nearly as nice.
I had a deep seated anger burning that would have frightened me if I were capable of fear at the moment. I wasn't. My rage was fraying the control I had over my need to dominate and control others. The irony wasn't lost on me, but I saw no humor in it.
I shook my head. I fell asleep the evening before feeling happy and content. That mood was completely gone. How could things have changed so dramatically in less than a day? There was only one answer. Megan.
I remembered how she looked the last time I saw her, naked and challenging me. I'd walked away instead of accept that challenge. It was the right thing to do, but I wouldn't do it this time. I could accept my failing because of my love for Rhonda. What I couldn't accept was just how much I craved that confrontation.
Megan meant nothing compared to Rhonda. I didn't like her or her attitude, but I couldn't deny my attraction to her or my desire to make her mine. She'd made a mistake by taking Rhonda from me. It would cost her. It would cost me too. The only question was how much and I wouldn't know that until we were in front of each other once more. What I did know was that before this was done we'd known which one of us was the true dominant.
Regards,
JD
**********
'Thank God that's over!'
My last exam was finally done. It was a tough one, but the last two weeks I spent more time at the library than anyplace else and it seemed to have paid off.
"Hey Brian, we're going out to celebrate the end of finals and the beginning of summer. Do you want to come?" I looked up and saw Cindy. She was walking toward me with her friend Bethany. I smiled pleasantly, but shook my head.
"No thanks," I replied. "I'm exhausted. I'm going home to sleep for a couple of days."
"Oh come on," Cindy's smiled enticingly as they stopped in front of me. "It will be fun." I thought it might be a bit more than that based on her expression and the hints she'd been giving me recently. I shook my head slightly, trying to figure out why she suddenly seemed so interested in me when she barely noticed me before, but I didn't dwell on the thought long. I was tired. Besides, Rhonda was waiting for me at home. So were mom and Lisa.
"No thanks," I said, trying to hide my impatience. "Enjoy your break."
"Are you sure?" she sighed in obvious disappointment. Again, I wondered what changed. The funny part was that before Rhonda came into my life I used to have a thing for Cindy. Maybe that was the problem. Maybe Cindy didn't like the fact that I lost interest in her.
"See you next semester," I said, turning to leave. I was surprised when someone grabbed my shoulder and stopped me from leaving. I turned back and was even more surprised when I saw that it was Bethany and not Cindy. Her grip wasn't all that strong, but there was something about her expression I didn't like. "Yes?"
"Brian, are you always this dense?" she asked in annoyance. "Cindy likes you and wants to hook up. Most guys would kill for a chance with her." I realized what was bothering me. Bethany was being very aggressive and I didn't like it at all. I had to hold myself in check.
"I'm not most guys," I said, removing her hand from my shoulder. I turned to Cindy and added, "I'm sorry, but I'm not interested." I didn't want to hurt her feeling, but the truth was the truth. It would be worse to lead her on. Cindy seemed not only surprised, but actually upset. I guess she wasn't used to getting turned down.
"You bastard!" Bethany snapped, angry for her friend. I shrugged. I wasn't trying to be.
"It's okay," Cindy put in before Bethany could say anything else. "I just thought we could have some fun together. You've changed recently. You're more confident and sure of yourself. I like that in a guy."
I nodded in understanding. Now I knew why she was suddenly interested in me. I hadn't realized that my relationship with Rhonda, my mother and sister was affecting me so much, but I guess it made sense. Cindy was right. I was more confident. I knew what I wanted and was getting used to having it, working for it, even taking it. It felt good, although that last part concerned me at times.
"Cindy, you're a beautiful girl," I offered. "Bethany's right. Most guys would kill for a chance with you, but I'm seeing someone." She nodded. Her friend wasn't nearly as understanding. She was obviously taking it worst than Cindy.
"Let me guess," Bethany said. "You're gay."
"Not even a little bit," I laughed, deciding not to let her get to me. "Enjoy your break." I turned to leave once more, but Bethany grabbed my shoulder again. My control slipped. I took her hand off of my shoulder and surprised her by pulling her close, very close. "Don't do that again."
We were only inches away from each other. Our eyes locked for a few moments before she looked away. I took her chin in my hand and forced her to make eye contact once more. She was clearly nervous and perhaps a little afraid, but there was more there than that. For a moment I was tempted to find out just how much more. Instead I smiled, released her and left without another word.
I shook my head as I made my way to my car. It was a mistake to let her bother me, but I didn't like being grabbed. The part that concerned me most was the charge of excitement I felt when I pulled her close.
'No, that wasn't it," I thought. 'It was when she backed down, especially when I made her look back into my eyes.' I felt myself responding. I decided I was too tired to dwell on it right now. I needed to get home and find my bed!
The parking lot wasn't far, but it was one of those hot spring days and there wasn't even a slight breeze. I was sweating by the time I reached the car. I opened the door and stood there for a few moments to let the interior cool off. I got in, but didn't shut the door. It was too hot! I started the car and put on the AC. I couldn't stop myself from yawning. I caught myself nodding a few moments later and put on the radio. I shut the door as soon as the AC started pumping out cold air.
"Man! I really am spent, and not in a good way. Of course, that's all about to change." I grinned in anticipation. To say I was looking forward to the coming summer was a vast understatement, especially the first week of it. My summer job wouldn't start for ten days so I was free to relax and do whatever I wanted. My sister's school was in the middle of finals. She taught gym and that didn't have a final so she was able to take off from work. You have to love a teacher's schedule! Mom and Rhonda were taking off as well. We decided to make a holiday of the coming week and I was seriously looking forward to it.
The ride home was uneventful, or would have been if I didn't have to fight so hard to keep my eyes open. I walked in the house and dropped my keys on the counter. No one was downstairs. I smiled. I had a pretty good idea where they were. I made my way upstairs.
"Oh Lisa! Do it again! That's feels so good!"
I felt myself stiffen despite my exhaustion as Rhonda's lustful cry was followed by the sound of an open hand slapping again skin. I was certain it was my sister swatting Rhonda's ass. I licked my lips as I reached the top of the stairs. I smiled when I saw mom leaning against Lisa's bedroom doorway. She was obviously watching my sister and Rhonda.
I took a moment to appreciate the sight of my mother. She looked amazing as always. Mom was built very nicely with curves in all the right places. I continued to appreciate the sight of her until she noticed me.
"You're home," she said, blushing slightly at being caught watching Lisa and Rhonda. A part of me thought it was funny considering everything that had happened over the last few months, but I couldn't deny that another part of me loved the fact that mom was still mom.
"And exhausted," I said, smiling warmly. "I need sleep." Mom took a long look at me and frowned before walking toward me. She took my arm.
"Let's get some food into you first," she said, obviously concerned. "You haven't been taking care of yourself recently."
"Mom, I'm fine," I argued, but she was in full mother mode so I let her lead me. I was too tired to eat, but there was no point in arguing with her when she was like this. Oh, I could win the argument, but she would be upset and I didn't want that. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of flesh hitting flesh again and a loud moan.
"Rhonda really does like getting spanked," I said with slow smile, remembering some of the times we'd been together.
"Your sister seems to be enjoying herself too," mom said, somewhat concerned. I nodded. It was pretty obvious that despite being submissive to me, Lisa could be quite the dominating bitch. Rhonda loved it. I think mom did too deep down when she wasn't being an overly concerned mother.
"Mom, stop worrying," I said as we reached the bottom of the stairs. "If they're both happy doing what they're doing then why be concerned?"
"You're right," mom replied, but I could tell she troubled. That was mom. I needed to get her mind off the subject.
"I really am tired. How about I eat later?"
"No," mom insisted. "You need food. Sit down and let me at least make you a sandwich." I smiled and sat at the kitchen table while mom opened the refrigerator and started pulling out cold cuts. I watched her make my sandwich. Maybe it was because I was tired and my thoughts were beginning to get a bit odd, but I had flashes of mom doing the exact same thing for me over the years. I smiled contently. I was a lucky guy to have someone like her to mother me.
"So, was work okay with you taking the week?" I asked. I wanted to make sure she was distracted from her earlier concerns. I also needed something to keep me awake.
"They were great," she replied.
"That's cool," I smiled. "You're new boss is a good guy."
"Yes he is," mom smiled. "I met his wife at the company holiday party. She was very nice. I'm not surprised."
We continued to chat as mom finished making my sandwich and putting it in front of me. I didn't think I was hungry until after I took the first bite. Suddenly I was starving. I grinned to myself as I dug in. Mom was right. No surprise there. I did need food.
"Slow down!" she cried in concern as she poured me a glass of milk. I had a hard time not laughing. I probably wouldn't have been able to stop myself if I wasn't in the middle of wolfing down the sandwich.
"Thanks mom. That was great," I said afterward, sitting back and sighing contently.
"Now let's get you to bed," she said, putting my plate and my empty glass in the sink. I let mom lead me back upstairs. Lisa and Rhonda were still going at it, but I was too tired to react now. The food had done its job and I was barely staying vertical. Mom saw and sighed. "You poor dear." She started leading me to my room, but I didn't want to crash there.
"Mom, I want to sleep in your bed," I said groggily. She nodded without argument.
Two minutes later I was under mom's sheets sighing contently. My clothes were in a pile on a chair. I watched as she pulled the heavier covers off the bed. It was far too hot for them. Mom leaned forward and kissed my forehead when she was done. She started to stand up to leave, but I reached out and took her hand.
"Mom, you are a great mother," I smiled. "I love you."
"I love you too," she said, but instead of smiling she frowned slightly. "Although I'm not so sure of how good of a mother I am."
"You're the best," I insisted. "And it's time you accepted it and stopped blaming yourself for something that you had no real control over."
"I'm the mother," she sighed. "Of course it's my fault." There was something in her expression that made we sit up despite my exhaustion.
"First, there is no fault," I said. I suddenly realized that I was wrong trying to distract her from her concerns. In fact, it was past time we had this conversation. I was tired, but I wanted to make sure my mom was okay. "What we have here is certainly not what people would call normal, but we're all adults and it seems to me that we're all happy with the way things are."
"That's exactly the problem!" mom cried, surprising me with tears. "This should never have happened. If I were a good mother..." She was too upset to go on. I stood and hugged her tight until her tears stopped.
"Mom, I think you're confused about some things," I said slowly once she was in control of herself. She looked at me with a slight frown and waited for me to continue. I let her go and sat on the bed. I waited until she joined me. "Mom, what happened between us that first night was more my fault than yours. Oh, I know you don't agree, but you're wrong and really, it's beside the point."
"Beside the point?" she repeated.
"Exactly," I sighed. "Mom, I've thought about this a lot. I am what I am and it really had nothing to do with that night."
"You're a good man," mom said, coming to my defense. I smiled, but it wasn't a full one. I had concerns of my own. Maybe it was time to share them with mom.
"I like to think so," I said slowly. "But at this point there no doubt that there is something inside of me that likes to be in control."
"So what?" mom said. "There are plenty of people like that."
"Mom, it's different with me and you know it," I sighed. "It's more than simply being in control. I have a deep seated need to possess what I control. I've marked you, Lisa and Rhonda as mine. Maybe you don't understand what that means to me."
"I think I do," mom said, blushing slightly as she rubbed the back of her neck unconsciously. The mark might or might not still be there, but by this point it didn't matter. She was mine.
"If that's true, then you know you had little choice in all of this," I said. "I wanted you and I took you."
"Yes and no," my mother said, surprising me with a smile. "Brian, you are controlling and aggressive enough to take what you want, but you're forgetting one fact."
"What?" I asked, honestly curious. Maybe mom understood me better than I did myself. She was my mother after all.
"You aren't the type to take what isn't offered. Yes, you took me, your sister and Rhonda, but it's not like any of us didn't want you to take us. Don't you realize that the hardest part for me is the knowledge that not only am I yours, but that I love the fact and have never been happier?"
"Why would that bother you?" I asked.
"Because I worry about you and your sister," my mother replied. "Rhonda too, now that she's part of the family. I'm the mother and I should be trying to fix this, but instead I'm busy having the time of my life."
"Mom, you can't fix this," I laughed. "There's nothing to fix. We're all happy with things the way they are, so what try and change them?"
"Because..." she began, but I cut her off my putting my fingers against her lips.
"I hope you're right that I only take what's given to me freely," I interjected. "But in either case, I'm lucky to have you, Lisa and Rhonda. You see, not only do I love all three of you, but without you I think my need to control and dominate might make me do things I wouldn't like."
"Never," mom said confidently.
"I wouldn't be so sure." I then proceeded to tell her about what happened with Cindy and Bethany. Mom listened silently until I was done. "And I'm not sure how I would have reacted if I didn't have your three here at home waiting for me."
"Oh I am," mom smiled. "You would have taken Bethany."
"But that's exactly my point!" I cried.
"Not really," mom laughed. "I think you proved my point."
"I'm lost," I frowned.
"It's simple really. Who was more attractive, Cindy or her friend Bethany?"
"Cindy," I replied easily. There was no contest. Bethany was cute, but not nearly in the same league as Cindy.
"And which did you have a crush on all last year?" mom asked. She just nodded when I told her Cindy and asked another question. "And who did you want to posses?"
"Bethany," I answered honestly.
"Don't you see?" mom smiled.
"I'm afraid I do," I sighed. "You're trying to tell me that I wanted Bethany because she was the more aggressive girl."
"Oh, I'm sure that was a little part of it, but your still not getting it." Mom took my hand in hers and squeezed until I looked up into her eyes. "Brian, you said you took Bethany's chin in your hand and made her look up into your eyes." I nodded in agreement. "What did you see there when you did it?"
"Desire," I said slowly.
"Exactly." Mom was watching me carefully. "Bethany might have been angry and afraid, but mostly she was excited by what you were doing. That's what you reacted to. You simply stumbled onto another girl who likes to be taken."
I sat there and absorbed what my mother was saying for a little while. She continued to hold my hand as she waited for me to respond. I took my time. I was tired and my mind wasn't at its peak.
"But what about Megan?" I asked. Mom knew about Rhonda's sister Megan. She was a dominant who used to control her sister. Megan had a thing for hurting people that I hoped I never learned to appreciate. I mean, light spanking and a little bondage was one thing, but actually hurting someone the way she seemed to enjoy was a little much for me. "You can't say she wanted to be taken and I almost did it."
"I think bringing her up in unfair," mom argued, standing now. "You were just reacting to her aggressive behavior. She tried to control you and you reacted. That's understandable."
"Mom, it was more than that. I got excited," I sighed.
"Really," mom said, surprised for the first time. She remained quiet for a moment, but then shrugged. "That probably means one of two things."
"What?" I frowned.
"That either you were picking up on some signals from Megan that she wanted to be dominated," mom replied. "Or that there is a part of you that's interested in seeing what it feels like to be dominated. I mean, look at your sister. She likes to be controlled by you, but she also likes to control Rhonda and me." I didn't think the first was possible and I certainly didn't agree with the second.
"The third possibility is that I felt Megan's challenge and was ready to do whatever it took to control her whether she wanted it or not."
"No, that's not you," my mother insisted. "Besides, even if it was the situation, you left before it got out of hand." I was too tired to argue and I realized I'd let the conversation move away from trying to help mom.
"Mom, the important fact here is that you realize I was going to be this way whether what happened with you and I occurred or not. And frankly, the fact that it did happen with you was probably the best thing for me. It's let me accept what I'm learning about myself far more easily then I think I could have otherwise."
"Maybe," mom said slowly. "But what about your sister? And Rhonda?"
"Lisa is Lisa," I shrugged. "She doesn't seem remotely upset by what happening. Let's be honest, she's your daughter and you would know if this was affecting her badly." I waited until mom nodded in acceptance.
"You know," mom said slowly. "Lisa told me that the reason why she didn't want to make love to me at first was because deep down she was always afraid that she was a lesbian?"
"I had no idea," I said in surprise.
"She's not really," my mother continued. "She's just bisexual like her mother." Mom shook her head and blushed slightly before adding, "I think that her finding out the way she did was probably best."
"Exactly," I smiled. "And Rhonda? Well, first of all I love her. I honestly believe we were meant to be together."
"I can't argue that," mom smiled.
"But even if we weren't," I continued. "She needed to get away from Megan. She doesn't talk a lot about it, but I think Megan was getting more and more abusive."
"She was," mom said. Somehow I wasn't surprised that Rhonda had talked to mom. I think one of the biggest benefits for Rhonda in joining our family is the mothering mom just did naturally. I'd only met her parents a couple of times and they seemed nice enough, but they clearly weren't what their kids needed, at least in some ways.
"So then," I smiled. "The only person involved in all of this who might be adversely affected is you, and you just admitted that you were the happiest you've ever been."
"True," mom said, pulling the sheet up under my chin again. "You've given me a lot to think about. Now get some sleep."
She leaned forward and moved to kiss my forehead again. I noticed her blouse fall open as she did so. Her full breasts caught my interest despite my being exhausted. I reached up and cupped one before she moved away.
"I thought you were tired?" mom asked, smiling ever so slightly. Her face was only inches from mine and I knew that she was excited for some reason. I'm sure part of it was from watching Lisa and Rhonda from their doorway, but that was some time ago. I guessed that our conversation had helped mom accept things the way they were and she felt good about it, really good.
"Not as much as I thought," I said, pulled her lips to mine and kissing her. Mom accepted my kiss, but then tried to pull away.
"After you sleep," she said. "You need to rest."
"Not going to happen," I said more aggressively as I pulled mom into her own bed. I saw her eyes light up despite her protests.
"Brian, this can wait!" she cried, trying to climb out of the bed. I threw the sheet off and rolled on top of her before she could escape.
"No it can't," I said, smiling down at her lustfully. "You know, the one thing we didn't talk about was the simple fact that what we're sharing is incest and that it's wrong."
"So terribly wrong!" mom gasped as I took off her blouse. I knew just how much she loved the fact that I was her son.
"But you like that, don't you?" I asked, leaning forward and brushing my tongue against her nipples.
"No!" mom cried. "What kind of a mother do you think I am? That's sick!"
"The best kind!" I growled, pulling off her skirt. We were both now naked. I was on top of my mother. She reached between us and stroked my cock for a few seconds before rubbing it up and down her wet entrance. "Mom, I want to start the week off right and I can't think of a better way. After all, this all started with you and I."
"I was drunk!"she cried.
"But you're not now," I said, pushing the head of my cock against her opening.
"No, I'm not!" she moaned. "And we have to stop right now." Yet, she did nothing to push me away.
"You're forgetting something though," I said, leaning over and whispering in her ear now. I pushed just a little bit of my cock inside of her. Mom gasped out. "You see, mother or not, you're mine and I want you!"
"Take me then!" mom cried, no longer bothering with the pretence that she wanted me to stop. "Take what's yours!"
"Always!" I whispered, nipping at her ear slightly before thrusting the rest of my cock deep inside of her.
"Yes!" mom cried out, spreading her legs as wide as she could to accept even more of my cock. She was soaked and my cock slipped in and out easily enough. Mom moaned almost constantly from the moment I started until her the orgasm took her.
I heard a noise by the door and turned. Rhonda was standing there naked and sweaty from her fun with my sister. Her body glistened and I could see that her ass was red from my sister's spanking. Our eyes met and I felt the connection that was always present. She smiled sexily and moved toward the bed. She took a moment to kiss me. She tasted like Lisa, but I didn't mind at all.
"That's it mom!" Rhonda said, getting in bed next to my mother and caressing her face. "Take Brian's big cock! Feel it stretch you to your limit. Feel your son's hardness as he gets close to filling you with his cum!"
"Kiss me!" my mother demanded. I'm not sure if she was talking to Rhonda or me, but it didn't matter. Rhonda leaned down and kissed my mother. I watched as their tongues danced in each other's mouths. Rhonda reached down with one hand and started rubbing my mom's clit as I rode her toward her next orgasm. I noticed mom's hand slip under Rhonda as well.
"Don't stop!" mom cried, but I did. I wanted to remind mom who was in control. "No!" I pulled out of my mother's pussy and looked at Rhonda. She was clearly ready to do whatever I asked. You have no idea how good that felt.
"Roll her over on her stomach," I said. Rhonda did without comment.
"No!" mom cried once more. "Not my ass! Please don't take my ass!" I looked at Rhonda and we exchange a grin. Mom was always good at letting me know what she wanted.
"You shouldn't have said that," Rhonda said. "Now your son is going to shove his big, fat cock all the way up your ass!"
"No!" mom cried, but she lifted her ass into the air.
"Make sure she's ready," I said to Rhonda. My girl smiled happily and leaned forward. Her mouth found my mother's ass and she wasted no time making sure my cock would meet little resistance when it came time. I watched and shook my head. Rhonda was amazing.
"No!" mom cried again. "Don't do that! It's so dirty!" I saw mom try and slip a hand between her own legs. I stopped her. She groaned. "Brian please!"
"No," I said with a calm confidence, holding her hands above her head.
Rhonda continued to lick my mother's ass until I finally stopped her. I think she would have continued forever if I let her. She sat up and smiled hungrily. Her face was wet, but she seemed oblivious.
"She's ready," Rhonda offered. I slapped my mom's and she groaned, holding it up once more as high as it would go.
"I would say so," I grinned, getting behind my mother. I looked at Rhonda and added, "Hold her down. I want her to know that I'm taking her ass because it's mine."
"Yes!" mom cried as I slowly sunk my cock deep into her ass. There was some initial resistance, but once I was passed that I moved in easily.
"How does it feel to have your own son's cock deep inside of you?" Rhonda asked, holding my mother arms in place.
"It's terrible!" mom cried. "And so wrong! I'm his mother and not only is he fucking me, but he's doing it to my ass! Make him stop!"
"I can't," Rhonda offered. "You're his. So am I."
"I can't be his!" mom groaned. "I'm his mother. Mother's can't belong to their sons." That caught my interest. I leaned forward until my mouth was next to her ear once more.
"But you do," I whispered lustfully. "You belong to me!"
"Never!" mom cried.
"Always," I growled, slamming my cock harder. "Tell me you're mine!"
"No!"
I knew it hurt when I fucked her ass like this, but mom loved it. Besides, I needed for her to admit the truth before her nearing orgasm took her. I shifted up and started seriously ramming her ass. Mom cried out constantly, but refused to admit what we both knew to be true. After a while I realized that I was having problems of my own holding back my orgasm.
"Mine!" I growled, driving even harder.
"Admit it!" Rhonda cried, obviously excited by the contest going on between my mother and me. "Tell you son that you're his slut!"
"Tell me or I stop right now!" I grunted. I would have to or I'd lose, and neither one of us wanted that. Mom didn't immediately answer so I slow down. That was all it took.
"I'm yours!" mom cried. "You know that! Now please finish me!"
"Not until I mark you once more," I growled, not stopping, but not speeding up again either. "You obviously need a reminder."
Rhonda took mom's hair and moved it to the side. I noticed that her neck was unblemished. The sight of it pale and waiting for my attention got to me on some deep and dark level. I leaned forward and kissed the back of my mother's neck before marking it.
"Mine," I said confidently.
"Always," mom groaned.
"The way it should be," Rhonda put in, slapping mom's ass once, surprisingly hard. Mom gasped in pain and pleasure.
I started working my cock in and out of her ass faster. It wasn't long before I was giving her everything I had. I took my mother's wrists in mine and pulled back, lifting her shoulders and chest off the bed as I rammed in and out of her ass. Rhonda reached out and pinched mom's nipples with one hand. The other was busy at her own pussy. My mother erupted under me. I followed a moment later, blasting my cum deep inside her ass.
Rhonda quickened the pace she was using on her own clit. She was obvious in need of release herself. As I watched she started slapping it. That meant she was close. I was surprised that in the middle of my mother's orgasm mom not only noticed what was going on, but somehow twisted and got her mouth on Rhonda's pussy. I let go of mom's arms and grabbed hold of her hips as I continued to pound and fill her ass. Mom shivered and shook under me, but that didn't stop her from helping Rhonda join us. A moment later my mother was drinking my girlfriend's hot juices down.
The three of us lay there panting for quite some time afterward. We'd shifted only enough for Mom and Rhonda to rest their heads on my shoulders.
"You know," Rhonda finally said. "I had no idea it could be like this. Thank you so much for welcoming me into your family." Mom and I exchanged a glance. She smiled and nodded, remembering our conversation.
"We're happy to have you," mom smiled.
"Lucky even," I put in.
"I don't know about that," I heard my sister Lisa say from the doorway. "I took a long shower and missed everything again."
"Just the beginning of everything," I laughed. "Not everything."
"I thought you were tired?" mom grinned.
"I am," I laughed. "But look at Lisa. How could I possibly leave her like that?" My sister's hair was still wet from the shower. She looked amazing as always.
"I'll take care of her," mom said, climbing out of the bed. "You get some sleep. It's going to be a long week."
"I'll help with Lisa," Rhonda offered, starting to stand as well.
"No you don't!" I laughed, pulling her back. "At least not yet. I need you to hold me until I fall asleep. You can join them after that."
"We'll see you in a couple of minutes," mom smiled. "I'd like some time alone with Lisa anyway. She tastes amazing right after she showers."
"Mom! That's terrible!" Lisa said, but I knew she was just joking. So did mom. She pulled a protesting Lisa from the doorway.
I pulled Rhonda close and kissed her. It didn't take long for my cock to harden despite just filling my mom's ass. Rhonda gasped when my hand drifted to her pussy. She was still wet.
"I thought you were tired?" she moaned.
"I am," I replied. "But I think it's important that you know I love you."
"If you want to do that," Rhonda smiled sexily. "Then take me the way you just did your mother. That was so hot!"
"You want me to ride you hard?"
"Yes," Rhonda replied without any guilt or reticence. I loved that about her. Rhonda was the most open person I'd ever met when it came to sex. I'd have to thank Megan for that one day soon. Okay, probably not.
"You want me to take your ass?" I asked as I kissed her once more.
"That sounds amazing!" she replied. "And I want you to hold my arms like you did your mother's and lift me off the bed. I want to feel powerless under you!"
"Is that all you want?" I growled, feeling myself responding to her words. So much for sleep.
"No," she said, looking deep into my eyes. "I want you to mark me as yours again. I want to feel your mouth on my neck, claiming me as yours and yours alone."
Rhonda rolled over onto her stomach and lifted her ass, inviting me to take what was mine. She took her hair and moved it to the side, letting me see her neck.
I still had some concerns about what I was learning about myself despite mom's comments, but they didn't matter at that moment. I saw the love and trust in Rhonda's eyes. I felt my need to dominate combine with her need to submit and that was all I could focus on. That was all I was willing to focus on.
"Mine!" I growled, putting the head of my cock at the entrance to her ass.
"Body and soul!" she cried out as she pushed back and accepted me into her depths. She meant what she said with every fiber of her being. I knew that like I never knew anything else before.
I fell on Rhonda's, marking her neck and making us both happy despite the knowledge that it was unnecessary. Rhonda was mine and always would be. We didn't need a mark to know that. My girl lifted her arms behind her, letting me know what she wanted. I grabbed them roughly and pulled. Rhonda cried out in pain and pleasure.
It didn't take long for us both to cum. My exhausted at that point overwhelmed me. I rolled off of Rhonda so that she could go join my mother and sister, but instead she spooned with me and pulled my arm over her. I heard her sigh in content as I drifted off to sleep with her still in my arms. Life was good. Hell, it was great!
**********
"Brian, wake up!"
I groaned and opened my eyes. I was alone in bed. I glanced at the clock and saw that I'd actually slept a pretty long time despite still being groggy. It was morning.
"Brian! Are you awake yet?"
I shifted my gaze to the side of mom's bed. Lisa was standing there. Her expression made me blink and sit up. Something was wrong and it was bad. Lisa looked worried.
"What's wrong?" I asked, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
"It's Rhonda," my sister said succinctly. "She's gone."
"Gone?" I asked in disbelief. "That's impossible."
"I thought so too," my sister sighed. "But I just went looking for her and she's nowhere to be found."
"Maybe she went out?" I offered, still fighting to gather my wits.
"Little brother, don't you think I thought of that?" Lisa snapped. She was obviously upset. I decided not to make an issue of her tone at the moment.
"I don't understand," I said, standing now and reaching for my clothes.
"Her room is empty," my sister explained, holding something out toward me. "No clothes, nothing. Only a letter on her dresser for you." I took it and opened it slowly. I had to read it three times before it sank in.
"She went back to her sister Megan," I said, my own words sounding hollow to me. I sat back down on the bed.
"Not willingly," mom said from the doorway. "At least I don't think so."
"That's not what her letter says," I said glumly, holding it up. My mother didn't bother taking it.
"Brian, Rhonda was happy here," she said, moving into the room and sitting next to me. "You know that. She was relieved to be out from under her sister's control. Besides, she loves you. She would never leave you, especially not like this."
I frowned as I thought about Rhonda and what mom was saying. It didn't take long for me to see that mom had to be right. It was too out of character. I didn't care what the letter said. Rhonda loved me with every ounce of her being. I would swear to that. I loved her too. So then why did she leave?
"Megan," I said softly, the truth obvious. I repeated her name with more confidence. This had to be her doing.
"What could she have or do that would make Rhonda go back to her?" Lisa frowned.
"It would have to be big," mom put in. "Rhonda loves her older sister, but she's also been very frightened of her since she came to live with us. Megan felt betrayed and angry when she learned what happened between you two. She promised all kinds of cruelties when Rhonda returned. I don't think Megan's the type to make idle threats."
"No, she's not," I said confidently as an odd coldness began to take over my mind and body.
I thought hard for a moment. In the end, it wasn't difficult to figure out. Rhonda didn't care about material things. Megan had let her know in no uncertain terms when they were growing up that everything belonged to her so Rhonda never grew any serious ties to objects. That left only people. Megan had no control over me, mom or Lisa and she wouldn't be stupid enough to try anything there. She knew how I'd react and I don't think she wanted another confrontation with me.
I was momentarily concerned about my cousin Francis because I knew he still got together with her despite my warnings, but Rhonda would have come to me if Megan had threatened him. No, it had to be someone she loved and cared for. That left only their family.
Rhonda and Megan's parents seemed happily oblivious to Megan dominance over Rhonda and both sisters had a strong aversion to ever letting them know the truth. That left only one person.
"Gabby," I said, knowing I was right.
"Their little sister?" mom asked in surprise.
"Rhonda did her best to protect Gabby and keep her away from Megan's cruelties," I explained. "She felt that her little sister was safe when she turned eighteen and went to away to college."
"Hmm," Lisa said thoughtfully. "Rhonda received a phone call last night from her little sister. From what I overheard I think Gabby's changed her plans and decided to spend the summer home. Rhonda didn't seem upset or anything. She just got quiet after the call."
"That's not a good sign," I sighed. "Rhonda won't show anger or fear. Hell, she won't even raise her voice unless it's related to pleasing someone. She's never been allowed to. She just becomes quiet."
"I'm sorry! I should have known," my sister said, shaking her head.
"It's not your fault," I disagreed. "It's Megan's. Only I'm not sure how yet."
"Isn't it obvious?" mom asked. "I bet Megan was the one who convinced Gabby to come home for the summer. I bet she even offered to let her baby sister stay with her so that she wouldn't have to deal with their parents."
"You know," Lisa added. "Rhonda was on the phone an awfully long time and I was in and out of the kitchen while she talked. It's quite possible she hung up with Gabby and called Megan without me noticing."
"That sounds about right," I sighed, standing and starting to get dressed once again.
"Where are you going?" Lisa asked.
"To get Rhonda back," I replied as I shrugged on my shirt. "Where else?"
"Megan's not going to let her go easily," my sister added.
"I know," I said. "Especially when I tell her I'm taking Gabby as well."
"Brian..." mom began, but I was done talking. I looked at her and she froze in mid sentence. I was beyond angry and I guess it showed.
"It's time Megan and I have it out," I said coldly. "No one hurts the people I love. No one takes what's mine."
"I know," mom said slowly, her concern obvious. "Just be sure not to lose yourself in what you're planning. You need to be able to live with yourself afterward."
I didn't respond. I had no idea what to say. I had my fears about what I was turning into, but they were nothing compared to my concern for Rhonda. Our love was far from normal I guess, but there was no doubt it was true. I knew I would do what was necessary to get Rhonda back and to hell with the consequences.
I saw the concern in my mother's expression. She was afraid for me. I shook my head. She should have been afraid for Megan.
"Lisa, get dressed, you're coming," I said.
"Gladly," my sister said and left the room.
"Do you want..." my mother began. I cut her off and shook my head.
"No mom," I said. "I don't know how this is going to go, but I do know that it's no place for you."
"Because I'm a complete submissive," mom said sadly.
"Not really," I smiled, despite my anger. "It's because you're you. I'm going to need you here when we get back to do what you do. I have no idea what shape Rhonda's going to be in, but I do know she's going to need you to get through it. I don't think you realize how much your mothering helps us all."
"I do love her like a daughter," mom sighed.
"I know that," I said, hugging her close. "So does Rhonda. She'll need that love to get past whatever Megan does to her."
"Go," mom said releasing me. "The longer she stays under Megan's control the worst it will be."
I let go of mom and left the room. My sister Lisa was standing by the front door. She looked ready for war. I nodded once. Lisa was mine, but she was also her own person. I wouldn't take that away from her because I loved my sister for what she was, not what I could make her. She cared a great deal about Rhonda and was willing to fight for her. I felt something similar, but in me there were also some emotions not nearly as nice.
I had a deep seated anger burning that would have frightened me if I were capable of fear at the moment. I wasn't. My rage was fraying the control I had over my need to dominate and control others. The irony wasn't lost on me, but I saw no humor in it.
I shook my head. I fell asleep the evening before feeling happy and content. That mood was completely gone. How could things have changed so dramatically in less than a day? There was only one answer. Megan.
I remembered how she looked the last time I saw her, naked and challenging me. I'd walked away instead of accept that challenge. It was the right thing to do, but I wouldn't do it this time. I could accept my failing because of my love for Rhonda. What I couldn't accept was just how much I craved that confrontation.
Megan meant nothing compared to Rhonda. I didn't like her or her attitude, but I couldn't deny my attraction to her or my desire to make her mine. She'd made a mistake by taking Rhonda from me. It would cost her. It would cost me too. The only question was how much and I wouldn't know that until we were in front of each other once more. What I did know was that before this was done we'd known which one of us was the true dominant.