Max has no problem with this

Max had actually found out before any of his siblings. Going out for a walk one day, he’d noticed a young man who looked about his own age relaxing on a lawn chair nearby. A tanned beauty with long, black hair was giving him a relaxed blowjob, while he nodded to whatever music was playing in his earbuds.

Watching the older babe’s ass shake and jiggle around her thong reminded Max he hadn’t gotten laid since they’d arrived in Madreput. He decided to fix that now, and walked up to say hello. The neighbour was very welcoming, waving him over to shake hands, and apologizing for not getting up. Max couldn’t blame him.

He introduced himself as Jeff Wilson, and the talented fellatrix was his mother Alicia. His father Barry, a balding, pleasant-faced man who looked to be in his mid-50’s popped around the corner of the house where he had been gardening, in response to his son’s call. He offered a quick wave and a welcome to the neighbourhood before running to grab Max a lawn chair at his son’s direction.

Max sat down and accepted a lemonade from Barry, and a handjob from his wife. She smiled at him for a moment, but kept her main focus on blowing her son. Jeff assured Max she’d be on to his welcoming BJ as soon as he was finished.

Max was a bit puzzled, but not one to turn that kind of offer down. Jeff had sensed his confusion and politely asked if he was a maybe a second-son, and not used to this kind of treatment. Max didn’t really understand the question, but explained he had one older sister and two younger siblings.

Jeff blew his load down Alicia’s throat at this point, and once he caught his breath, swatted her ass and told her to give his new friend a proper Alpha greeting.

Max was treated to his first deep throat experience from the talented MILF while Jeff asked him more questions and seemed to puzzle out just how Chelsea had deceived her children. Alicia and Barry’s deference to their son made so much more sense once Jeff explained the Oedipal Zone philosophy.

They exchanged contact info, and Jeff texted him the number for something called the AMO, or Association for Maternal Obedience. Apparently it was some kind of free legal service available in O.Z.’s for first-sons, or Alphas, as Jeff had called them.

He warned Max to check into his rights first, and see what paperwork might be on file. Unless Chelsea had some kind of one-off exemption, she’d been lying to her son and owner, and that was just about the worst thing a mother could do.

Max was bowled over by the news. This was real. He’d really hit the jackpot. He was in charge of the family. His mother Chelsea, bratty older sister Brenda, timid younger sister Libby, and his geeky little brother Justin - he basically owned them now. They were having breakfast when his mother finally admitted it. Brenda had been complaining how all the neighbourhood guys seemed so arrogant, acting like they owned the place, or asking things like whether her brother would 'lend her out'. At that point, Chelsea was **** to come clean, and all hell broke loose.

“You what?!” screamed Brenda. “How could you move us to a place like this? Do you realise what you’ve done?”

“Honey, please understand.” Chelsea tried to keep her voice level. “I tried my best to make sure we were outside the O.Z. The real estate agent lied to me.”

“That doesn’t change things, mom! You’ve screwed everything up. I hate you.”

“You can’t talk to her like that,” growled Max, his first words since his sister started screaming.

“The hell I can’t,” Brenda bit back. “This is between me and Mom, little bro. Stay the fuck out of this.”

“No. I’m involved, because I own you.”

“What did you say?” Brenda’s voice could have cut ice.

“Mom just explained it. Do you not even understand what you’re screaming about?”

Brenda stared daggers at him, but was too angry to even respond.

“I’ve looked into the laws here, Brenda. There’s all sorts of resources available to any first son who’s asking. Since the moment we moved here, you basically belong to me. All of you do,” Max said, looking around the table at his stunned family. “Whatever I say goes. Where you work, what you eat, what you wear. Hell, even what you do with your bodies is up to me."

An uncomfortable silence filled the room, but Brenda was not done yet.

“No. No, I won’t believe it. I won’t do it. I’m not some kind of ****! You can’t make me do anything! I hate you, Max.”

“Honey, please.” Brenda put her hand on her daughter’s arm. “He’s right. Max is in charge of us now.” Chelsea was trying to placate her oldest daughter, as usual. Max, however, had run out of patience.

“If you won’t listen to me, then I’ll have to show you what I mean,” he said. Max stood up, walked behind Brenda’s chair, reached around and grabbed her large, melon-sized breasts.

“G-Get your hands off my tits!” she cried.

Max ignored her. “This much would been allowed even before we moved, but it was never worth dealing with your complaining. But you see these now?” He squeezed, hard, bringing tears to Brenda’s eyes. “These belong to me. That mouth of yours, that keeps insulting everyone? That’s mine too. Look.” He took his right hand and shoved two fingers into her mouth. “If you keep mouthing off like this, it’ll be a lot more than fingers going in here.”

Brenda’s eyes widened in terror. She tried to speak around his invading digits. “You wouldn’t dare…”

“I can, and I will. Try me.”

She paused. Brenda’s eyes darted to the rest of her family around the breakfast table. Libby was blushing, and looking away. Justin had his head perched on one hand, happy to see his bully of an older sister get some comeuppance for once. Chelsea, their mother, gave a small shrug.

“He’s right, dear.”