Home sweet home

The mouthwatering smell of cooking food wafts into your nostrils the moment you cross the threshold and enter your home.

"Mmm that smells delicious, Sarah," Kelly says. Your eyes still drink in the sight of the older women's asses as you follow behind them.

Your mother's plush lips quirk upwards into a prideful grin.

"Thank you. I've got mashed potatoes and mixed vegetables on the stove. George is outside with the grill," she says.

The three of you stop in the living room and look outside into the back yard. Your father is tending to a lit barbecue, hefting a spatula as he flips a slab of meat onto the grill. A flash of orange fire flares upward, but dies down almost immediately.

"Steaks?" Kelly asks.

You step up behind her and grab her soft ass through her skirt. The movement draws your mother's gaze, but she doesn't comment as you blatantly **** your friend's mother.

"Mhm," your mother says.

You stare at her for a moment. A wicked idea worms its way into your head.

"Mom, do you mind if I play with Kelly's bubble butt?"

Your mother raises her eyebrows.

"Not at all, Sweetie. Kelly is your property, so you can do anything you want with her," she crosses her arms over her chest, pushing her large breasts upward and accentuating her cleavage. Her unflattering conservative blouse looks like it can barely take the strain.

Your cock twitches in your shorts, regaining its hardness despite how much you've ejaculated recently. The sheer surrealism of your mother just taking you groping Kelly in stride is incredibly hot.

"She has such a nice ass, Mom. What would you do if I bent Kelly over and fucked her over the kitchen table?"

"I'd probably ask you not to break any of the plates or glasses," your mother gives you a strange look. She keeps her arms crossed, however, and it takes every scrap of will you have in you to not stare at your mother’s incredibly deep cleavage. "Is everything okay, honey? You've been asking me some pretty strange questions."

“You don’t need to worry about Ryan, Sarah. Have I ever told you that your son is the greatest man I’ve ever met?” Kelly says, pushing her ass into your hands as she does so. A warm feeling spreads throughout your chest.

“No, you haven’t,” you mother says. She gives you another weird look that seems almost… proud? It’s gone almost immediately after you notice it. Why isn’t she freaking out over what Kelly said? If anyone else, especially a married woman, had said that about you out of the blue, your mother would be suspicious of it to say the least. Is there something about you owning someone that makes them immune to the consequences of what they’ve said or is it something different altogether? “My son’s becoming a grown man now.”

“He really is,” Kelly says. “I mean, before I realized that Ryan owned me he’d always been that sweet boy Andrew was friends with. But the way he just fucking took me and made Andrew watch him fill me up with his cum…” Kelly bit her lip and shivered. “God, I’ve never felt so satisfied in my entire life. Thank you so much for bringing my owner into the world.”

Your mother beams at Kelly.

“I was happy to do it,” she says. “So how long do you think you’ll be staying with us?”

Kelly shrugs.

“Well that’s entirely up to Ryan. He’s the only person that really matters in my life,” the MILF you’re currently groping glances back at you in askance.

You raise your eyebrows. What are your plans for Kelly now that you effectively own her? You suppose you could have her stay with you permanently if you wanted. But do you really want to deprive your best friend of his own mother?

Kelly starts grinding her prodigious rear against your clothed cock and all your moral qualms are forgotten.

“Um… I guess Kelly can move in with me when I’m not staying at the O’Briens’. Would that be okay, Mom?”

Your mother smiles at you. Her blue eyes observe the two of you happily.

“You didn’t have to ask me for permission, honey, but it’s sweet that you did. Of course you can have your property move in with you. I assume she’ll be sleeping with you in your bed?”

At your nod your mother grins again.

“Then I guess it’s good you have a queen sized bed,” she says. “Welcome to the Ferro household, Kelly.”

“Thanks, Sarah. This is like a dream come true for me,” Kelly grins and is now practically twerking her ass against your pelvis right in front of your mother. Your mother’s smile doesn’t waver as she takes the sexually charged display in stride.

The back door of the house slides open.

“Honey, the steaks are almost… what the hell?!” your father’s voice draws the attention of everyone in the room. The tall, dark-haired man is staring you, particularly at your hands which even now are massaging Kelly’s thick asscheeks. You can’t help but notice the way his hazel eyes rove over Kelly’s scantily-clad form. “Ryan, get your hands off of Mrs. O’Brien right now!”

“George, relax,” your mother puts a hand on your father’s chest to restrain him.

“Don’t tell me to relax, Sarah. Our son is molesting one of your friends right in front of you! Don’t you see anything wrong with that?”

Kelly sighs audibly and raises her arm.

“This is getting ridiculous,” she mutters. “George, take a good look at my arm.”

“Kelly, what could possibly-”

Your mother elbows him and snarls, “Just do it, George!”

The man lets out a long sigh before he gazes at Kelly’s exposed arm and the words that sealed her fate forever.

“Oh. I guess that makes sense,” he mutters, his tone suddenly much more withdrawn. “Ryan, why didn’t you tell me Kelly belonged to you?”

You shrug at the man and slap Kelly’s ass. She whimpers and bites her lip.

“I don’t know, Dad. I guess I was too busy fucking her to let everyone know that she was mine,” you say. You reach a hand in front of Kelly to maul her big soft tits through her blouse. The older redhead leans back against you and moans.

“Yes, Ryan. Play with my tits,” she says.

You grin at your father. You find his inability to do anything to stop you from enjoying what is yours to be strangely fulfilling.

“She still has a really tight pussy since her husband Sam has such a small dick,” you say, “And these huge tits, oh my god. Andrew was so turned on when I fucked his mother.”

Your father gazes at you for a time. For a brief moment you think you detect a flicker of jealousy in his gaze that both amuses and gratifies you. Interesting. You'd never noticed that your father was attracted to Kelly. Not that you could necessarily blame him, but still. It could make tonight much more entertaining than you thought it'd be.

His shoulders sag.

“Yeah, I guess you’d be doing that,” he says resignedly.

“Of course he would, George. That’s his right, after all. What’s gotten into you?” your mother says.

Your father shakes head.

“Nothing, Sarah. Steaks are about done by the way,” he moves to the door.

“Good, I’ll get everything ready. But I expect you to give our son a proper apology when you get back,” your mother says, her firm tone brooking no argument.

Your father nods and exits the house through the back door.

Your mother turns to regard you warmly.

“Don’t worry about him, Honey,” she says. She places a comforting hand on your arm even as you continue to grope Kelly. “Come on, I’ll show you what I’ve got going in the kitchen.”

As you and Kelly follow your mother into the kitchen, your eyes fall to your mother’s shapely rear which appears to stretch the confines of her tight white pants. The material is wedged ever so slightly into her crack, allowing you to discern the outline of her individual buttcheeks.

Kelly nudges your side and from the way she’s smirking you know you’ve been caught looking at your own mother’s ass. Her gorgeous emerald eyes glimmer mischievously as she reaches a hand into your pocket and withdraws the sharpie that changed everything.

You stop and stare at Kelly and the writing implement she’s holding in her hands. It's clear what she wants you to do, or what she thinks you want to do, but can you really go and claim your own mother? Will you?

Everything that is moral and sane about you says that it’d be the wrong thing to do and that you should leave your mother alone. But you’ve already committed so many wrongs over the last twenty-four hours. What would one more be in the grand scheme of things? Images of Kelly and your mother naked as the day they were born stream through your mind. You picture them serving you together with their huge tits and round bubble butts. You can almost hear their voices; soft, feminine, and worshipful where once they’d been commanding and forever out of your reach.

You take the sharpie from Kelly’s hands and she practically giggles, unable to contain her excitement over what’s going to happen next.

The two of you enter the kitchen after your mother to find her tending to a couple of pots on the stove. Your voluptuous mother is humming a tune and swaying her wide hips back and forth as she stirs a steaming pot of mashed potatoes.

You approach her from behind, much as you did with Amy, sharpie poised in your right hand.