Another "normal" day at work

Chapter 5

Diana POV

Brian sent me a new video as soon as I got to the office. I finished watching it that morning, and watched it again over lunch.

In the afternoon, another message arrived. “I already bought everything I needed.” And right below it, a photo of my son's cock, with a caption that made my knees weak.

“For my little slut to think about me.”

It took a superhuman effort to reach the restroom without coming in the middle of the hallway. Later I had to go back twice more to look at that photo and touch myself.

When I got home, nobody was in the living room, but I could hear noises from the kitchen. I followed them and found Michael in shorts, a white sweatshirt, and a pink apron covered in little hearts.

It wasn't mine. Mine was plain. This one had a small heart-shaped hole cut out at the bottom, right where… I didn't finish the thought.

—Hi, Diana —he said when he saw me—. Brian told me we should eat early tonight, because there's a lot to do later.

What was there to do later? I had no idea. But if Brian said so…

—Where is he?

—Valerie got home from school a little while ago, and Brian said he needed to talk to her in her room.

It was strange, but I was glad my children were getting along.

I went upstairs, and as I walked down the hall toward Valerie's room, Brian came out of it. He looked surprised to see me for half a second. Then he took two steps, grabbed me, and kissed me, deep and hungry, his tongue in my mouth. I answered with the same passion. His hands slid down, pulled up my skirt, and groped my whole ass.

—I couldn't stop thinking about you today —I whispered, when we came apart.

—Me neither —he said. He pushed his shorts and boxers down in one motion—. And neither could he.

He nodded down at his cock.

I understood at once what I had to do. I crouched in the middle of the hallway and took him into my mouth. It was my son's cock, the one I'd been thinking about all day, and it was just as delicious as I remembered. His hand came to rest on the back of my head, and as I sucked him, a thought crossed my mind: what would Valerie or Michael think if they saw me like this? Skirt bunched around my waist, thighs spread wide, crouched in the hallway, eagerly sucking my son's cock.

Michael would probably be proud. My son was the man he'd never known how to be, dominating his woman. And Valerie would be jealous that she wasn't the one with the privilege of being the woman of the house, second in command.

The thought made my hand wander down into my panties, and I started touching myself while I kept sucking.

After a while, Brian groaned.

—Swallow it all, little slut…

I did. When he caught his breath, I cleaned every last drop from his cock with my tongue, still rubbing myself.

—You really love cock, don't you, Mommy? —he said, and kissed the top of my head. He pulled up his shorts—. I think Valerie wanted to talk to you. But don't take too long, we're eating soon. —And then, under his breath, so low I almost missed it, as he walked toward his room—: Though you've already eaten.

I stayed there, crouched in the middle of the hallway, my hand buried between my legs, my mouth still remembering him.

Eventually, frustrated and unsatisfied, I stood up, smoothed my clothes into place, and went into my daughter's room.

Valerie was bent over, in a swimsuit, running a rag across the floor.

—Valerie, what are you doing?

She didn't stop scrubbing. She didn't turn around.

—What does it look like? I'm mopping. Can't you see my room's a disgusting mess?

I looked around. The room was still a bit of a disaster, but no worse than any other day. Even so, I asked:

—Why the swimsuit? Didn't you change after practice?

—I did change. But when I got here and was about to start cleaning, Brian reminded me that I shouldn't wear my normal clothes when I clean.

He's right, I thought. Valerie should wear anything but her normal clothes to clean, because they could get dirty.

—Your brother said you had something to tell me.

For the first time she glanced at me out of the corner of her eye, then looked down again. It seemed to cost her a lot to say it. Finally she mumbled something.

—What? I didn't hear you.

—Sorry —Valerie said, standing and turning to face me—. Yesterday I yelled at you and said some ugly things. But I realized you were right.

I knew I shouldn't say it, but an I told you so wouldn't have been out of place.

—It's alright, Valerie. I understand what being a teenager is like.

—It's just that I was a little jealous of you, Mom.

Jealous? Of course she'd be jealous of me, the woman of the house.

—That's normal, sweetheart. Someday you'll be the woman of a house too.

—The woman of a house? —she frowned—. What does that have to do with anything? I'm jealous that you get to spend your time at home, cooking and cleaning. Brian helped me understand what I was feeling.

So that was it. My little girl had finally understood her role in life and was taking on the responsibilities that belonged to her.

I crossed the room and hugged her.

—I'm so happy to hear that, sweetheart.

—Let go, Mom, I can't breathe —she said, pulling away.

When I let go, I noticed that her competition swimsuit, the only thing she was wearing, was soaking wet, and that the wetness had passed straight through my blouse where we'd hugged. Looking down, I could see my black lace bra showing through the damp fabric.

—Dinner's ready! —Michael's voice called from downstairs.

Valerie and I smiled at each other.

—Shall we?

—Let's go.

In the living room, I found my husband finishing setting the table.

—How manly, Dad —Valerie said, ironically.

—As manly as I can be —Michael answered from the kitchen.

Valerie and I sat at the table. Michael served the food while telling me about his day at the bank, and when he was finished, we all looked at each other. Nobody could start eating until the man of the house sat down.

A minute later Brian came downstairs and took the seat across from me.

—You can eat, family.

He looked at me, then let his eyes drop to my tits. I remembered that my blouse was still damp from hugging Valerie. I undid two buttons so he'd have a better view of my tits.

Michael kept talking about work, until:

—Shut up, old man.

Michael went completely quiet.

Brian got up, walked to the couch, grabbed the remote, and turned on the TV. When he came back to the table, I realized I was blocking his view, and I started to shift over.

—Sit next to me, little slut.

Valerie's eyes went wide. Michael smiled.

—Dad! Did you hear how he just called her?

Michael couldn't speak. I stood and moved to the chair beside Brian.

—Mom, you can't let him talk to you like that —Valerie said, still outraged.

I looked at her, and I felt a hand on my thigh.

—Since yesterday, your brother has been the man of the house, Valerie. It's an agreement he came to with your father.

—Brian is the man of the house? —Valerie asked, astonished, turning to look at him.

I turned my head too. Brian smiled at her, confident, and then looked at me and winked, as his hand went deeper, deeper, until it reached my pussy. I spread my legs to give him room.

—Yeah, I'm the man of the house, Valerie. Any problem?

Valerie blushed.

—None —she said, very quietly.

Dinner went on. Brian watched some guy on YouTube talk about anime while his fingers stroked me under the table. Now and then he murmured, “That's true,” or “exactly,” and I bit my lip so I wouldn't make a sound.

When we finished, Brian turned off the TV.

—I think Valerie is going to clear the table and wash the dishes. Right? —he said, looking at his sister.

She hesitated for a second.

—Yes, si— Yes, Brian.

Then he looked at me, and at Michael.

—You two, go upstairs and put on what I left on your sides of the bed.

We went up without a word, leaving Brian alone with Valerie.

By the time Brian came up, we were both dressed in what had been waiting for us.

Michael wore a pair of women's elastic shorts, pink, his bulge perfectly visible, and a fluorescent purple top.

I wore a red lingerie set, and in the mirror I barely recognized the woman wearing it. The bra was little more than two scraps of red lace, cut so low that my tits spilled over the top, my nipples pressing against the thin fabric, begging to be sucked. The thong was a tiny triangle held up by thin straps, so sheer that my shaved pussy showed through it, and so tight that the lace had already sunk between my lips. Black-seamed stockings climbed my legs to my thighs, held up by a garter belt that framed my ass and my cunt like a gift-wrapped present. Against my white skin and blonde hair, the red stood out like a flare. I looked like a whore, and I loved it. I had never felt so desirable, or so ready to be used.

—Stand in front of the bed —Brian said—. Don't move.

We obeyed in silence.

His order made Michael's erection grow, and my nipples hardened, and my thong soaked through. We stood straight, like soldiers lined up before the bed.

—I think we need to talk about my new role as head and man of the house —Brian said, sitting on the mattress to look at us—. Since yesterday it's been clear that Dad isn't the man he needs to be to satisfy a woman like you, little slut.

He turned to Michael.

—What do you think, old man? You can speak freely.

Michael's lip trembled. He had been given permission to speak, and he couldn't hold it in any longer. His face crumpled, and he dropped to the floor and began kissing my feet.

—He's right… —he sobbed, tears running down his face and falling onto my shoes—. I don't deserve you, Diana. Brian is going to satisfy you much better than I ever could —he said between licks, his voice breaking with every word.

Brian stood up and walked toward me. I looked down at Michael, now in the middle of our path.

—Out of the way, you pathetic little man —I said, looking down at him with scorn.

Michael crawled aside on his knees, stroking himself through the shorts, and made room. Brian stepped up to me and kissed me hard, his hand squeezing my ass from behind.

When he broke the kiss, he looked down.

—Do you think you have the right to watch what a man like me does with his woman?

—No —Michael said, his voice small.

—Exactly. From now on you won't just stop seeing this ass —he said, and slapped me hard. —: bounce.

I smiled. My son loved my ass, and I was proud of having taken care of it for this exact moment.

—And also —Brian went on—, I'm going to sleep in this bed with Mom.

Michael looked up, stunned.

—But then where am I going to sleep? In your room?

Brian laughed. He crouched in front of Michael and gave his tear-streaked cheek two slow, condescending pats, the way you'd pat a dog.

—Ha! As if you deserved to sleep where a man like me used to sleep. Are you serious?

Michael's eyes were red and brimming, and his lips shook. His hand began to move faster on his cock, and only then did he speak.

—You're right, Brian —he whispered, still stroking himself, his voice thick—. A man as unmanly as I am can't take the place left behind by a strong, virile man like you.

—From today on you sleep on the couch.

—Yes, Brian! I'll sleep on the couuuuch…!

Michael came, right there on his knees.

I looked at him, then at Brian.

—Your father is pathetic.

I leaned in to hug my son and kiss him.

—Thank God you're nothing like him.

I kissed him hard, and Brian kissed me back, his hands roaming my breasts this time. My bra flew across the room. When his hands went back to my ass, I jumped, wrapping my legs around his waist, and his cock began to grind against my thong, against my pussy.

Mmm, how good it feels to have Brian's cock against me. I want him to put it in all the way.

We kept rubbing and kissing for a while, until Brian spun around and threw me on the bed. Then he looked at his father.

—What are you still doing here? Get out of my room!

Michael ran out.

—And you, little slut, what do you want? —Brian asked, as he put on a condom.

I spread my legs in an M and reached back to grab my heels, opening myself even wider, showing off the flexibility of years of yoga.

—Put it in me.

—What do you want me to put in you?

—I want your cock all the way in. I want you to fuck me until I can't think about anything but your beautiful, huge, veiny cock, Brian.

—Mmm… I don't know. Do you deserve it? Two days ago you wouldn't stop busting my balls about work —he said, rubbing his cock against me.

—That... That wasn't me, Brian! I swear I'll never, ever ask you to do anything!

—But you just said, and I quote, “put it in me.” That's not the right way to ask your man for things.

I understood what he wanted. Brian smiled.

—What do you want, little slut?

—Please, Brian… —I said, a little ashamed—. Could you put it in me?

—Of course. A man has to please his women.

He pulled my thong aside, and I felt the head of his cock press against my soaked pussy, hot and thick, parting me inch by inch. I held my breath. Then he pushed in, all the way, and I stretched around him, my cunt clenching, greedy, swallowing every inch of my son's cock.

I had never felt anything like it. He filled me completely, so deep I felt him in my belly, and when he started to move, every thrust dragged along walls I hadn't known were so sensitive. My tits bounced with each stroke, my nipples hard and aching, and my thighs trembled around his hips. I heard myself moaning like a whore, wet, obscene noises coming from where we were joined, and I didn't care.

The first orgasm hit me without warning, my cunt clamping around his cock, my back arching off the mattress. I thought it would stop, but he didn't slow down, and then came a second, and a third, one rolling into the next, each one stealing a little more of my mind. It was by far the best sex of my life, so good I couldn't think, couldn't even remember my own name. And then I felt my son's cock swell inside me, and his hot cum pulsing through the condom, deep in my pussy, and that was what broke me. I came harder than I ever had, screaming his name, my whole body shaking, my pussy milking every last drop out of him.

For a few seconds I could hardly process what was happening. Then I heard Brian, stroking his cock.

—Suck it, we're going again.

I sat up and took him into my mouth, my son, my man. It didn't take long for him to be hard again.

—Turn around. Tonight I'm going to wreck your ass —he said, pulling off my thong.

I didn't think. I turned over and got on all fours, arching my back and lifting my ass high, offering myself like the slut I was. I felt the cold air on my wet pussy and on my asshole, and a shiver ran up my spine as I realized he was looking at every inch of me.

His hands spread my cheeks apart, and something warm and slick dripped between them, his spit, then a thumb working it in, circling my tight little hole, pressing, teasing, until I was pushing back against it, whimpering. I had never let anyone touch me there, and now I was begging for more.

—Relax, little slut —he murmured.

The head of his cock pressed against my ass, thick and burning. There was a sharp stretch, a pain that was almost pleasure, and I bit the pillow as he sank into me, slowly at first, inch by inch, until his hips pressed against my cheeks and I was so full I thought I would split in two. Then he pulled back and slammed in again, and the pain melted into something dark and deep and filthy that made my pussy drip down my thighs. Brian started pounding me from behind.

—Are you going to ask me about work again? —he said, and spanked me.

—Noooo! —I cried, half scream, half moan.

—Are you going to tell your friends I'm a lost cause? —Another spank.

—NOooooo!

—How are you going to behave?

—Weeell…

—That's how I like it, bitch… —Brian groaned as he came deep inside me.

We lay there for a few seconds, recovering, our breathing slowly settling. Then Brian pushed himself up and sat back against the headboard, his legs spread, his cock still glistening. He didn't have to say anything. I crawled between his knees and lowered my mouth onto him, and I began to lick and suck him clean, tasting our juices on his skin, my tongue running along every vein. I looked up at him while I did it, my lips wrapped around his cock, wanting him to see how much I loved it. He looked down at me with that satisfied, lazy smile, and one hand stroked my hair like I was a good pet. Then he spoke.

—Now go take a shower. You have to watch your next video later.

—What are you going to do, love? —I asked, looking up at him, pulling off his cock just long enough to speak before taking it back into my mouth.

—I have to tie up some loose ends —he said. Then, firmly—: Now! Go shower.

I let his cock slip from my mouth and turned on the bed, crawling toward the foot of it on my hands and knees. Halfway there, a good hard spank landed on my ass, and I yelped and nearly came from the sting alone. I would never get tired of that. I stood and hurried to the bathroom.

When I got out of the shower, I stayed completely naked and sat down to watch my video. Instantly, the colors…

For a few seconds I felt a presence in the doorway, watching me. But I had to ignore it. The colors were more important…

—Time to go to sleep, little slut.

The voice at my side pulled me out of the trance. I realized I was touching myself with my legs open in an M, my son beside me with a perfect view of my pussy.

—What time is it?

—Time for sleep —Brian said. He lowered the hand that held my phone and leaned in to kiss me. I closed my eyes and kissed him back.

I pulled out my earbuds and set the phone on the nightstand to charge. Brian wrapped his arms around me and kissed the back of my neck.

—Mmm, I love your smell.

One hand explored my breasts, the other my pussy. I melted into it, pressing myself back against him, feeling his cock against my ass.

—I love it when you use me and touch me… —I said, lost in pleasure.

Then I felt my son push into my ass, and we began to fuck on our sides.

Unlike before, this time it was slow, almost romantic. I could savor every second of the way he touched me, held me, and the way his cock sank between my cheeks. When he finished, he came on my back, then murmured:

—What a good life.

He wrapped me in his arms, and that was how we fell asleep…

This is my first time writing a story!
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