Queen's River Stories: The Alpha Mommies Club

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy biiirthday dear Brendaaaaaan... Happy biiirthday to yooou!”

Brendan grinned widely, blowing out the candles with his eyes firmly fixed on his mother’s impressive rack.

His father Matthew slapped him on the back. “Congratulations son... Or should I say Alpha?” He winked, pulling his son up out of his chair and into a bear hug.

“Now, I know you must be eager to start exercising your Alpha rights.” He nodded to his wife Melissa. “Hell, I remember the day I turned 18... I grabbed my mom, bent her over, and fucked her right on the kitchen table! In front of the whole family, and everything... Pretty sure we conceived your big sister Cheryl right there and then.”

Brendan's father chuckled before continuing: “But I want to talk to you man-to-man first--If that’s okay with you, of course. It's your call, Mr. Alpha.”

“Uh, sure Dad,” Brendan replied, tearing his eyes away from his mom’s cleavage.

“Great!” His dad slapped him on the back again. “Let’s take a little drive, and I’ll fill you in on your new rights, the finances, all that nitty-gritty.” With that, he tossed his son the keys to his convertible.

Brendan nearly fumbled the keys, then stared at them wide-eyed. “Wow, uh... You sure?”

“You’re the Alpha now. It's yours.”

“Okay... Where to?”

“Wherever you like, my boy. Wherever you like.”

“So that’s about it for the finances,” Brendan's father said, sliding another beer along the bar. He was drinking cola instead; they hadn't discussed who would be driving home, nor did they need to. Why would an Alpha ever take a turn as designated driver?

“I assume you’ll want me to keep working, so basically you’re set to enjoy the foreseeable future. I think you should still attend college, but it’s up to you when and where you do it--Oh, one more thing... I know you’re looking forward to burying your face in your mother's breasts and going to town, but it’s important to find a nice girl your own age as well. I put a couple of babies in your grandmother, but eventually I married your mom and had you.”

Brendan looked away, embarrassed as his dad talked about his convoluted family tree. “I know, Dad. I get it.”

“Now, about your mom…”

“I know, Dad. Treat her with respect, no mental mods--”

“Hmm? No, that’s not what I meant. I know you’ll treat her well. I just mean, well... Be careful. Your mom can be a bit bossy, overbearing. You’re the Alpha now, and I don’t want you to…”

“Make the same mistakes you did?” His father flinched. “Dad… I’m sorry, it’s just…”

“No, don’t worry about it. You’re right. Let’s head back, huh? Time to enjoy your spoils.” His father smiled, ruffling his son's hair. “My Brendan, a man!”

Brendan’s dad Matthew had always been a role model Alpha for him. Broad shouldered, firm hand with his women, and kind to the Betas whose women he fucked or turned into sissies.

But Brendan had been noticing a change in his parents’ relationship for a few years now, since around when his grandmother passed away. Brendan's mother had slowly started chipping away at his father’s confidence. She was taking more and more responsibilities around the household, and even taking charge of the women and Betas that dad brought home. It got to the point where he didn’t even bring them home himself anymore: Melissa went out and found fucktoys for him. She’d say that she was the lioness bringing home prey for the lion... But what it _looked _like was a caretaker feeding a zoo animal.

In many ways, Brendan thought, his father’s mother had been his rock. She raised him into the Alpha he was, gave birth to his first two kids, and encouraged him to be dominant every step of the way. With grandma gone, dad had been ****... And his mom had pounced.

More and more, Melissa was in charge of him and the family. Oh, they were loving enough; she didn’t treat either of them badly. It’s not like she was ordering anyone around or bullying them. It’s just that the power had shifted from his father to his mother.

She decided what her husband ate, what he wore... In all sorts of little ways, she slowly became the head of the household. His father was still living the life of a king, befitting of an Alpha... A family and wife that doted on him, more pussy and ass then he could handle, every need met... But it was Melissa that made the decisions now.

That won’t be me, Brendan thought, determined.

When they got home and entered the house, his dad gave him an encouraging grin. “Go get her, Tiger,” he said. “She’s waiting for you upstairs in the master bedroom... Your bedroom from now on, if you want.”

Brendan nodded, gulping. It was time. Time to be the Alpha, and take what was his. He glanced at his dad one more time, then started climbing the stairs.

“Mom?” He called out.

“In here, Sweetie.” Her sultry tones were coming from his parent’s bedroom--His bedroom.

Brendan's cock swelled in anticipation as he pushed open the door, then saw his mother lying in bed. “Holy shit…”

“Like what you see, baby? Come here and give mommy a kiss.” She smiled, opening her arms to welcome her baby boy home.

Brendan stumbled towards the bed, his erection doing all the thinking. His mother giggled as he hopped on one foot, struggling to take his pants off.

It wasn't long until she took charge, kissing her son on the lips. “Mmm... My baby boy is all grown up... An Alpha!” She cupped Brendan's face with both hands, smiling at him. “Come on, sweetie. Claim what’s yours. Take your mother!”

Brendan growled. Damn right, she was his! He was the Alpha now--And not like his father. He’d own his mother, fuck her, make her cum on his cock over and over again until she begged for mercy!

He lay her down, then spent a moment staring at his mother's glorious tits before reaching down and ripping off her thong.

“Yesss, that’s it, baby! Take control!” Her eyes looked almost manic, on fire. He settled in between her legs, rubbing his cock against her pussy. “Mhmm… Fuck me, give mommy that big cock… Show me you’re the man of the house now...”

Both of them let out a deep moan as Brendan slowly sank his cock inside of her, going deeper and deeper until his balls pushed against her ass. “Yessss…. Fuck me, sweetie… Mommy’s big man--Take me!”

It took everything Brendan had to not come right there and then. He closed his eyes to not have to see the goddess splayed out in front of him.

His mother hooked her legs around him, pulling him on top of her. “Open your eyes, baby. Look at me...” She kissed him before pulling his face between her massive tits. “I know you’ve been looking at mommy’s tits, darling. They’re all yours.”

Brendan couldn’t help himself, going for a nipple and sucking on it. His hips were moving by themselves now, thrusting into her slowly yet relentlessly.

“That’s it baby... Fuck mommy... Suck on those nipples just like when you were a baby. Oh, I’m sorry there’s no milk right now, sweetheart... If you like I’ll go by the clinic tomorrow, how’s that?” Brendan didn’t respond, being in a world of his own.

After a moment, he shook his head. She's doing it to me! Just like Dad!

He moved up slightly, grabbing his mother's legs and putting them over his shoulders. Then he sped up his thrusting, harder, faster, making her cry out.

“Fucking take it... M-Mom... I” he grunted, pounding into her.

“Yessssssss,” Melissa hissed back as her son took her, letting him dominate her. “Fuck me! Mnghhh... Aaaah! Brendan... Baby...”

“Fuck, Mom…” he growled. “I’m gonna… Gonna cum…”

“Do it, baby… Cum inside me… Breed mommy, give me another baby!”

With a roar Brendan came, flooding his mother’s womb with his jizz. Then he let go of his mother's legs and slumped forward, resting his head against her breasts. Melissa wrapped her legs around him, holding her son tight until every last drop of his cum was inside her.

“Good boy,” she murmured. She caressed Brendan's hair as he fell asleep, still inside her. “Good boy...”