Melissa's story

‘Had it already been three years?’ Melissa mused, fixing dinner for her family. 3 years since her husband Matthew’s mother died, and she just… Took over.

It wasn’t planned, at least not at first. Matthew had been so distraught at the time. Well, who wouldn’t be? And after a lifetime of him being her Alpha and taking care of her, wasn’t it natural that, for a time until he got back on his feet, she’d take care of him?

And that’s all it was. At first. Matthew’s sex drive seemed to falter, and who could blame him? Certainly not Melissa. And it’s not as though he didn’t please her anymore--Hell, that’s the time he seemed most at peace, lapping away at her cunt or nursing at her breasts while slowly making love to her.

At first Melissa was a bit frustrated: where were the wild poundings her Alpha used to give her? But then she discovered that rough Alpha sex was still on the table... She just had to be the one to get it. Matthew always loved having her ride him, but something was different now. He wasn’t lifting her up so that he could impale her with his cock; she was slamming herself back down on him, as if breaking in a wild stallion to it’s rider.

Eventually Matthew would go back to the way he was, she told herself. But there was no harm in the current situation right? Matthew needed time to recover... Time she’d gladly give him.

After a few months, Matthew did try to get back to normal. But Melissa thought it was way too early. She could see he was still devastated by his loss, and was only trying to take back control so that he could act like the dependable Alpha for her and Brendan. Forcing himself to take charge.

“You don’t have to act tough, we still love you!” Melissa wanted to shout at him. “Let me take care of you!”

But she held her tongue, knowing her husband would never want that. He'd see it as his job as the family Alpha to take care of them. Matthew was a strong man: it wouldn’t take long for him to notice all the subtle little ways she was using to keep him from assuming control. Melissa had almost resigned herself to seeing her Alpha push himself too far, too hard... But then she heard about some new research from her friend (and the mother of one of Brendan’s friends), Rebekah.

“The new **** is a bust,” sighed Rebekah, pouring herself another drink in Melissa's living room.

The two women had been friends ever since college; both got married at around the same time, and both had boys of the same age. Together with two other friends, they formed a little "mommy club," which mostly involved drinking too much and commiserating about their lives.

“Oh?” said Melissa, feigning interest; her mind was still preoccupied with her husband.

“Yeah, it was supposed to make Betas a bit more docile... After the whole Peter Jordan debacle up in Bullcreek, remember that?”

Melissa nodded. “So what went wrong?”

“Well the first batch, test subjects became waaay too docile. Think placid cows. And then for just a few of them, it had the exact opposite effect. They basically became Alphas, and then some... Like those teens in Greenville way back when, remember? Not exactly the desired result…”

Melissa smirked. “Yeah, I bet that set some hairs on edge.”

“This one guy... Before we understood what went wrong and contained him, he’d knocked up both our receptionists and a parking attendant.”

The women laughed. “Second batch... Basically no change. Third batch was interesting, but corporate pulled the plug. It didn’t make them docile in general, but it created a sort of pair bond.”

“Meaning what?”

“Meaning it would create docility towards a single person. Like, a master relationship.”

“You mean the person you **** would consider someone else, like, their Alpha?”

“That’s what I was working towards, mmm. The **** needed to be weakened a bit, and combined with specific bodily fluids of the ‘Alpha’ in question. My idea was simple: breastmilk! You have a woman, preferably the mother of the family, take the **** and then feed the other Beta family members... The younger siblings, recently-demoted fathers, y'know.”

Melissa was wide awake now. “And did it work?”

“Yes!” Exclaimed Rebekah. “It did work! Fantastically so. The Betas in question never even realized why they were complying with the requests made by the woman. When questioned, they stated that they didn’t see a problem with any of the orders; they just ‘made sense’. But with each other, or other women, they behaved normally. We even tested it on an Alpha... Under very strictly controlled circumstances, of course, additional safety protocols... Anyway, it worked on him too. Didn’t do anything to his sex drive, masculinity, or even aggressiveness towards others--He still took control of Betas and other women effortlessly. But around the woman he was pair-bonded with, well, he yielded to her decisions.”

“Aaand that’s when they shut you down,” Melissa sighed, reading her friend's expression.

“And that’s when they shut me down. I guess some research is just too dangerous for the man, huh?”

Both women laughed and took a drink, Melissa topping off their glasses.

“But no, it wasn't just the whole 'dangerous precedent' thing. It didn't last long; the subjects needed daily breastfeeding to get the desired results. And what woman would want to spend so much time nursing Betas, when she could be submitting to her Alpha? Plus, during the initial period, she’d have to deny her Alpha the right to suck on her tits! Otherwise he'd be affected, and... Like I said, dangerous precedent.”

“Yeah, Matthew would blow a fuse if he lost access to these,” Melissa giggled, jiggling her tits.

“So in the end, the whole project was scrapped. Our Alphas are gonna have to police their Betas all on their own.”

“How’s Henry?” The two women had another get-together a week later, the tone much more somber.

“Not well… The doctors have given him a few months,” Rebekah sighed, looking downcast. “Losing him is hard enough, but I hate seeing what it’s doing to Jackson. He’s been stepping up in a big way, ever since Henry landed in the hospital... Chores, even helping pay our bills with money from his part-time job... I keep telling him he doesn’t have to, but Henry put it into his head that he’s the man of the house now. I just want him to be able to be a kid y'know?”

Melissa hugged her friend. “Of course... I completely understand”

“He should be screwing around, playing with his friends, concentrating on school, chasing cheerleaders--Not to mention looking forward to becoming the Alpha in a few years, and nailing this!” Rebekah punctuated the last remark with a slap to her own ass. “Not… Worrying about bills, or taking care of me... I should be taking care of him! And even once he’s the Alpha, the first few years are about sowing wild oats, trying to knock up his mom, banging anything with a pulse... Not this massive amount of responsibility. It's too much.”

Melissa nodded sympathetically, letting Rebekah rant.

“I just don’t know what to do. Jackson is as stubborn and dominant as his father. A good thing for an Alpha, absolutely, just… I wish he’d let me take care of him a bit more,” Rebekah said before chuckling. “Heh... Exactly what you’ve been moaning about with Matthew.

“Rebekah,” Melissa began slowly, an idea forming in her head. “Do you remember the research you told me about last week?”

“Huh? Sure, what about… Wait... No. No way, you can’t be serious!”

“Well, I mean… It would solve our problems, wouldn’t it? And you said it wouldn’t harm them, just… Make them more inclined to listen to our suggestions. To let us pamper them, take care of them.”

“Look, uh, I've gotta go. I’m going to pretend you never said this, okay?” Rebekah left quickly, ignoring Melissa's protests.

But she was back the next day, her attitude changed after a night of hard thinking. The two women started plotting, and before long they decided to bring in Jessica and Zoe. All four of them had reasons for wanting to take charge of their family.

Their little clique became closer than ever, and picked up a new name: "The Alpha Mommies Club."