Women Only Wear Sexy Lingerie in this House

*Originally posted by Cross C and copied here with permission.

"Well... in my house all women must wear sexy revealing lingerie."

Your mother frowns and soon blushes, looking down and then back at you, "Ryan! What kind of rule is that? Obviously, Kelly should wear whatever you choose for her but that's going to- um... affect me too... that's not what you want to see, right?"

"Oh no... that's exactly the idea, mom. I made that rule because I want to see you prance around in whatever sexy stringy thing you bought for dad on some anniversary just because I said so." You feel your cock expand slithering around in your pants at just the fact you were speaking to your own mother this way.

"R-ryan..." your mother's voice trembles a bit as she stares with eyes wide, obviously taken back by your confident statement but also clearly not nearly so bothered by it as she should have been.

"Do you mind helping me out?" asks Kelly as she sidles up to your mother, rubbing her arm sensually as she looks at you with gleaming eyes and a smirk, "I'm afraid I don't have any lingerie with me to obey the house rules..."

"Oh! Of course, I'll help you out! I've got a... collection..." your mother admits, still blushing hard and casting an embarrassed glance your way before she leads Kelly out of the room quickly, "Come on, I'll get something for you and you can help me pick something that will satisfy my son's curiosity..."

Mom seems all too happy to hastily leave the kitchen with Kelly pulling her along, the busty redhead grinning and giving you a heavy wink as they leave the room. You are acutely aware of your rigid cock making a tent in your pants as you stare after their full shapely asses. When they are gone, you take a moment to breath deeply and push your hands through your hair. Holy shit, were you really doing this? To your parents?

Damn it, that just made it hotter. The control... over those who loved you, who'd made you, and exerted absolute and legal control over you till this very point. Now you could and would turn the tables. You'd go even further, exert control over their bodies and decisions that they'd never have countenanced over yours....

Holy shit...

Without even really thinking about it you started to take off your clothes right there in the middle of the kitchen. Casually, you drop your shirt to the floor after years of constant haranguing about putting items back in their proper place and a constant upset mother about the state of your room with discarded clothes across your floor. You take off your pants and feel particularly nervous and uncommonly excited as you push them and your boxers to the floor, stepping out of them. You glance at the small white-board the marker defending your current actions and then towards your father in the backyard, assured to come back in and freak out over your nudity at any moment.

You swallow and idly pump your hand along your rock-hard dick, excitement and nerves making it seem like there was an immovable lump in your throat.

You have a lot of ideas. With this power and your own family as playthings... you honestly find yourself wishing you had a stronger will power or some absolute moral compass, because right now all you could think about was your own mom and dad as perverted playthings to enact the most outrageous of sexual acts for your own personal entertainment.

What was wrong with you?

“What the hell is wrong with you?! What are you doing?!” George bellows as he storms into the room with a tray of steaks. "Put some clothes on for godsakes, Ryan!"

You jump and feel frightened thanks to years as the subordinate son in this relationship but you quickly recover and feel a thrilling power instead as your dad looks on in anger and confusion at your naked body and you direct his attention to the small white-board on the fridge, "Relax, dad! Look! I own this house and I make the rules!"

He can't help but look and instantly your power washes over him as the tension in him quickly abates, though he still looks somewhat bewildered. His gaze drifts back down to your crotch and he looks both impressed and chagrined, hastily tearing his eyes away from your turgid member.

Quietly, you tell him, "I'm in charge here now, you got that, dad?" The fact that you are hard as fuck and presenting at the moment made this moment uncomfortably charged sexually but you found yourself not minding at all, actually enjoying the power you had over him.

He's looking at his feet and admitting, "Uh... yea.. you're the boss.... and uh I wanted to apologize for earlier when I yelled at you for grabbing Ms. O'Brien and I guess, for uh right then with being naked. I didn't realize. Heh... I guess ignorance isn't bliss, yea?"

You chuckle at the absurdity of it, "Yea, dad." As he sets the tray down on the stove top, you tell him, "I'm making changes around here so try not to freak out about every little thing, alright?"

"Yea, okay. I'll try. You want give me a heads up? I notice mom and your... girlfriend have vanished and-- are you really comfortable just uh hanging out like that?" he doesn't quite look but gestures at your erection sticking out into the room.

"Why not? I'm going to be sticking in it someone here in a bit..." you shrug, still not quite believing this was happening.

"R-right... Ms. O'Brien... you know, sport, there's something to be said for privacy. You can do that in your room..." says your dad as he tends to his steaks with some spices, pointedly turned away from you, not realizing that you were definitely thinking about the immoral act of sticking it inside your own hot ass mother.

"Yea, yea but technically they're all my rooms, right?"

"That's true..."

"Anyway, one of my rules is that you have to address me as sir, dad. At least when I'm naked. You got that?" You'd been a bit annoyed by him calling you sport a second ago and you couldn't resist.

"Uh... yes, sir! Heheh." He says it like its a joke but you were fine with letting him have that for now.

The voice of the ladies trickle in as they approach, "...demon in the sack, that cock goes on for days..."

"-Kelly! Don't tell me that!" your mom laughs, her face and much of her exposed chest blushing furiously.

Your eyebrows hit the roof even as your member twitches and swells at the erotic sight of your busty MILF of a mom sauntering in uncertainly atop high heels, her delicious body squeezed tightly into a black lingerie set, a large lacy bra encompassing her jiggling quaking chest. A matching garter see-through garter belt wrapped her smooth stomach, straps crossing over her lacy black panties to meet her stockings and hosiery, her long luscious legs had never looked so alluring as they did now, wrapped like a present just for you. Holy shit...

Kelly entered the room a half-step behind your mom, her excited eyes instantly meeting yours with a smirking expression that seemed to say, Well? You like what you see? Did I do well?

You nod furiously even as you appreciate her own outfit and you find yourself idly wondering at the thought that your own mother had all of this sexy stuff hidden away in her closet for your dad's enjoyment.

Kelly had on a hot pink and black bustier that cinched her MILF waist to epic proportions compared to the intense swell of her chest and hips above and below. Her huge breasts were receiving so much support and packed tight within the garment that her cleavage seemed to extend out a foot in front of her. Black lacy fringe hugged her wide hips, the hot pink and black speckled material of her panty stretched tautly across her mons peaking out below. Black lacy stockings hugged her thighs much like mom's though they were fishnet along her legs rather than simply see-through.

"RYAN!" Your mom stops short, the abrupt motion causing her huge breasts to shake wildly in response as her gaze sweeps up and down your nude form, unbelieving and with an amusing double-take involving your cock. "WHERE ARE YOUR CLOTHES? Oh my god! What's gotten into you?"

She swiftly turns away from you to apparently protect your modesty which unwittingly defeats her own as her big well-rounded buttocks were basically entirely exposed to your appreciative gaze. Those fat cheeks had on a string black G-string, the tiny straps of it were bound together by a tiny silver ring right above the crack of her ass. And that was it, other than the straps and strings of her garter belt and stockings that were basically sexy ornaments to accent how hot her full hot ass was.

Kelly was right there beside her, resting a hand upon her bare lower back and letting it drift down towards the swell of your mom's lovely buttocks, "Relax, Sarah. It's Ryan's house. Of course he can be naked if he wants." In a somewhat sultry tone, she adds, "Nothing wrong with that. Oh no, not at all...mmm-hmmm..."

"Come on, Sarah." adds George, "If the boy wants to walk around naked in his house, so be it. Small price to pay to get out from that mortgage, I'd say..."

That got your mom's attention and she has a huge beaming smile as she turns back, "Oh! Wow! You're right! We're debt free! Really debt free! Can you believe it?!"

Your dad snorts even as he glances at your erection once more, his gaze hastily pulling away, "Yea. Twenty years of payments just gone in an instant. A god-damned miracle! Though...uh we going to have to pay rent, sir? How's is this going to work, sir?"

"I have no idea." you admit, "But yea, you guys don't have to pay any rent or anything. I'll get my due soon enough." your voice is quiet and your gaze is pointedly directed right at your mom's big beautiful g-string bisected butt...