Family Game Night [POV: Juanita]

I felt like I was blushing the entire night. Every time my son told me to do something, it sent a tingle right to my most sensitive places and lit my brain up like a Christmas tree.

Ava noticed, of course, but I made excuses. I was just feeling a little under the weather, wasn't the thermostat set a little high?, etc.

The truth is, I couldn't stop thinking about... I'd made my son's penis hard. I'd seen it. Knowing that doing what he told me had made me wet, it'd...

I'd never even touched a penis. I knew from an early age that... That I was only interested in girls. Women.

I'd taken care of Mason when he was a child, of course, changed his diapers - but that wasn't - it wasn't the same, was it?

That was when I was in charge.

And Mason was in charge now. Of his own life. And that included me, didn't it?
My son made the decisions. He could tell me to...

I couldn't help that it made my pussy tingle. Giving up control felt so good.

I kept getting distracted, glancing between my son's legs. Fantasizing about... Things I really had no interest in.

It wasn't the act that was thrilling. Absolutely not. I wasn't attracted to men, cocks... Definitely not to my son.

It was just... Doing what I was told. What he told me. Giving up control to him.

The thought made me squirm in nervous excitement, made Ava and Val look at me questioningly. Mason looked... I don't know. Flushed, embarrassed. Like he was trying not to notice.

I don't think I won a game the entire night.

"Are you sure you're okay, honey?" Ava asked again as I exited the shower in my bathrobe, her voice just slightly slurred from a few glasses of wine.

She was so beautiful, so kind, just like the day I'd married her.

I kissed her softly, lingering. "I'm fine, Ava. I'm just going to talk to Mason."

"Okay. Come back to bed soon." She agreed happily, if a little confused.

My legs felt shaky as I approached his door, and knocked. Timidly. I wasn't usually timid. But Mason was in charge now.

He opened the door in just his boxer shorts, looking at me confused.

Of course he did. He was getting ready for bed. I shouldn't have -

"What's up, mami?"

I swallowed my nervousness, tried not to notice that my daughter had been very correct in her assessment that Mason was... Bulking up. That he looked strong. Dominant.

"C-can we talk?" I stammered out, not quite meeting his eyes. Why did he look guilty?

"S-sure. Come in." His voice was so deep. Commanding, wasn't it? Even when he didn't mean to.

It wasn't really an order, but I stepped into his room and shivered with pleasure. Oh god. It felt so good.

"Wh-what we talked about earlier... While clearing the table?" I ventured, hesitantly. I couldn't stop wringing my hands. There was this anticipation now. At any time, he might tell me to do something.

"Yeah? Um, what about it?" Mason said, nervously, "I told you, you don't need to get all hot and bothered by it."

I bit my lip, worriedly, glancing at his face. He was missing the point. Of course I didn't need to, but I did.

Which just made it worse, didn't it?

"O-of course, honey... But you, y-you won't tell your mother about it, will you?" I rambled out. I'd acted so shamelessly, telling him about that, it wasn't any way for a mother to act and Ava... God, she wouldn't understand. "We can just keep it between us?"

He looked relieved. Good. But maybe also a little disappointed?

"Sure. Let's keep it between us."

I nodded gratefully, trying not to let it show how much agreeing to his judgement made my pussy tingle. "Th-thank you, honey. I... I won't act that inappropriately again, I promise."

My nipples were so hard, rubbing against the inside of my bathrobe with every movement. I was thankful for the thickness of the fabric, hiding my shameful enjoyment.

I licked my lips. "Th-then... Good night?" I hesitated, "Or do you need something, sweetheart?"

"N-no, not at all," He responded, a little hurriedly, leaning down to kiss my cheek, "You can go to bed. Good night, mami."

I turned away towards the door as he ushered me out. Ordered me out. Grateful that it hid my flushed face.

"Good night, honey." God, he could tell by my shaky voice, couldn't he?

But if he did, Mason didn't say anything.

The door closed behind me, and I suppressed a moan as I went towards my bedroom, towards mine and Ava's bed.

I felt hot and needy. Mason could've told me to do... Anything. Could, still.

I worked in a male-dominated industry, had a long life of experience with men and their normally unwanted desires. My son... He was such a good boy, but... He wanted those things too, didn't he? The things men wanted from women. I knew that I excited him, I'd seen it firsthand.

If he played with... My body... That would really cement how in charge he was, wouldn't it?

It wasn't like I wanted him to. But it wasn't my decision, not anymore. I was just... anticipating.
Mason made his own decisions now. He was in charge.

Ava was reading as I slipped inside our room, and shut the door firmly behind me. She looked half-asleep as I crawled into bed, but responded to my hungry kiss, giggling. "Aren't you feeling frisky tonight, hmm?"

"You have no idea." I purred, nails trailing down her sides, to all those lovely places she enjoyed my touch.

We didn't normally have sex when the kids were home, but tonight was an exception. It had to be. There was no way I could've stopped myself. At least we managed to keep it somewhat quiet.

God, what if Mason heard us? What if it made him consider... The thought made it even harder to suppress my moans.