Meetings and mother's milk

“All right son, I’m going to go to my meeting, I’ll see you guys this evening. Have fun!”

Brendan smiled back, his hand obviously groping his mother’s ass. “We will Dad. You too!”

Matthew had been going to the support group for a little over a year now. Just like the soon-to-be Alphas started their Alpha courses a year before they turned 19, their fathers had their own group to help prepare each other for Betahood. The groups weren't mandatory, but attendance was encouraged, to ensure everyone was happy and content with their situation. It helped to talk about this stuff with other men who were going through the same thing. Most former Alphas remained a part of one talking group or other the rest of their lives. Sons outright forbidding their fathers to attend was frowned upon, so it was a good way for these former Alphas to use some of their free time.

Of course, those fathers that were given very heavy mental modding tended to stop attending. No need to talk about issues or grievances when they were modded into happiness.

Matthew frowned as the group broke up. He was finding that Betahood was having the opposite affect on most of the members than what he'd been experiencing so far. While he had felt like a new man a few weeks after relinquishing power to Brendan, the men in front of him had become… well… Betas. Docile. Easily pushing into submission. He felt their complaints were those of lesser men. So your son fucked a baby into your wife? That just meant you raised a strong Alpha!

Another, Louie, had been complaining that his son was feminizing him. Matthew had barely been able to stop himself from pointing out the hypocrisy, considering that after Louie had become the Alpha, within the month he had every male relative turned into feminized fucktoys.

It had been easy for him to take control of the meeting, supplanting their previously agreed upon group leader. He felt like he was still an Alpha surrounded by Betas. It wasn’t until after the meeting was over he realized what had happened. It had felt so normal, so natural to do as he had done. Just like at the office, where he’d been the top Alpha surrounded mostly by Betas. Taking control of his environment for the good of the group. After all, as the Alpha, didn’t he know what was best for everyone?

It had been the same here, he’d done it without thinking about it. You were supposed to feel different, weren’t you? Why hadn’t he settled into the Beta role like the others? Former Alphas who struggled with their new role were encouraged to speak about it in these groups. Failing that, a conversation with Father Cavill usually put people on the right track.

“No…” Matthew said to himself. Cavill gave him the creeps. Though technically a Beta, the man wielded more unspoken power then any single Alpha in Queen’s River. He’d worked on behalf of their community for decades and showed no signs of stopping. He looked like he was in his sixties, but he’d been here since the founding.

No, he didn’t want to talk to Cavill. Or anyone from the Alpha council. They looked after the city, the greater good. What if they had him take mental mods? Just when it seemed he had his life back? Matthew decided he’d just see how it goes. And was more dominant behaviour in a Beta automatically a bad thing? As long as he let Brendan make the big decisions, where was the harm, really?

Having settled that in his mind, Matthew felt a lot better about things as he drove home.

Melissa stroked Brendan’s hair as he slowly softened inside of her, nursing from her breast. “Mhmm, that’s it sweetie, drink as much as you want.” She’d rode him into a very satisfying orgasm earlier, both of them enjoying the feeling of his semen rushing into her. She pressed his face against her breasts, letting out a soft moan as he drank. “Sweetie, your dad’s coming home in a bit and I know you have that party to go to. What do you think? Does he deserve a little reward after being so good all day?”

Brendan looked up, his brow furrowing. “Like… what?”

Melissa looked down as she straddled him, smiling and cradling his head against her bosom. “Like a bit of this pussy you love so much.”

“I… I don’t know… I guess…”

“I know how important it is to you that we remain a happy family sweetheart. That’s why you asked about it the other day.”

“R...right…”

“Don’t worry…. You’re the only one coming inside of me. You’ll be the next one to knock me up. That’s what you want right?”

“Y...yeah… that’s what I want.”

“Mommy loves you so much sweetheart, and Mommy’s going to love carrying your baby.”

“I… I’ll love it too…”

“Of course you will, sweetheart. Oh… I can feel how much you love it.”

Brendan grinned sheepishly as his cock hardened inside of her.

“Do you want Mommy to take care of this, baby? Because I can… or maybe you want to save it for some lucky girl at the party later.”

Brendan looked indecisive before his mother continued.

“I see my baby can’t make up his mind… how about you go get some college girl pussy and then when you get home, you get some Mommy-pussy to finish off the night. How does that sound?”

“Sounds great, Mom,” Brendan agreed.

“Mmhmm, I know it does. Now finish your drink and then I’ll help you pick out an outfit for the party. Maybe that new shirt I… we picked out last week?”

Melissa pulled Brendan back to her breast, relaxing as he finished nursing.