Rebekah's story

Rebekah & Jackson - 19 years ago

“It’s time to tear up Orphantown,” shouted Henry, pressing his foot down on the gas pedal of his new SUV. He and four of his friends had just turned 19 and after plowing their way through their mothers, sisters, and (in some cases) newly-feminized dads, they were looking for new pussy. And where better to find it than in Orphantown, where all the Alpha-less families were ripe for the picking?

“Man, I don’t know why you guys are dragging me out here,” one of Henry's friends sighed. “I was having plenty of fun at home--”

“Shut it, shorty,” laughed Henry. “I’m pretty sure your mom's knocked up already. Time to let some other lucky girl get a taste.” The whole group laughed as they drove into the Orphantown suburbs.

“Hey, whoa, stop! This looks perfect,” said another one of his friends, as they spotted a woman taking groceries out of her car.

“Now that’s what I call a MILF, damn,” whistled Henry appreciatively. “C'mon boys, let’s help her out with her shopping.”

The group laughed as he pulled into the driveway and hopped out, but they were momentarily confused when Henry actually picked up a bag and gave them a look that told them he was serious. “Alpha doesn’t have to mean dick,” he said, walking inside.

“Oh my… What are you boys--” the woman began as she saw the five young men walk in, each with a clearly visible Alpha tag, holding her groceries.

“Where do you want these, ma’am?”

She seemed flabbergasted for a moment, before recovering and directing the boys to the appropriate cupboards.

“So, um… would you boys like some lemonade?” she asked, clearly at a loss.

“That’d be great, ma’am,” Henry said with a smile. “What’s your name?”

“Tamara.”

“That’d be great, Tamara, thank you. And after we’ve had some lemonade, we’ll have you.”

“Right... Of course.” Tamara looked flustered, blushing as she patted herself down before fixing the boys some lemonade.

“That’s, um, yes... Thank you?”

“Oh, you’re welcome, Tamara.”

The overwhelmed woman stood in front of the boys as they sat down on her couch, not quite sure what to do. Usually when an Alpha wanted her he’d just barge in, bend her over, and take her... Groceries or manners be damned.

Of course, that was the whole point: the Alphas took care of the city, made it a good place to live... Wealthy, safe... And in return they had certain rights. Everyone knew that. But they usually weren’t so… Polite about it. Alphas tended to take what they wanted. To give orders, and expect to be obeyed.

And Tamara always had! She’d moved here with her daughter, knowing full well that without an Alpha she’d be fair game for whoever wandered by. But the job opportunities, the house, the schools, and the overall quality of life was so good that she didn’t care... But if she was really honest with herself, she loved all of the sex she was having. Submitting to Alphas was an incredible rush.

“Why don’t you get out of those clothes, Tamara? Give us a little dance, show us what we’ll be enjoying?” Henry grinned, putting on some music from his phone.

Tamara blushed again at the boy's smile, noting the ease with which he dominated everyone in the room. The young Alpha looked 18 or 19, no older than her daughter. He had a quiet confidence about him... A tone which expected to be obeyed.

And she did, almost without thinking. Gyrating slowly to the sounds of the music, the MILF slowly began to strip.

The other boys started hollering, but Henry held her gaze, giving a smile that seemed like it was meant just for her. Of course there came a point when even Henry couldn’t keep his posse's libidos in check: having finished their drinks they pounced on her, ripping off what was left of her underwear and stuffing her with their cocks. Tamara moaned noisily, a primal, satisfied sound. This was what she was for: getting plowed by Alpha cock.

All five boys took their turns with her, pounding away at her wet snatch, tight ass, or both at once. When she cried out too loudly, they gagged her with their cocks to muffle the noise.

Every so often the boys took a break, and made the sweaty, sticky woman fix them another drink or some food. They were polite throughout it all, thanking her as she served up the snacks and sucked their cocks clean.

They were demanding, though, both in terms of nourishment and sexual satisfaction. The whole afternoon was spent filling their bellies and emptying their balls: by the fourth or fifth round, Tamara was sure that they were on SpermiZan or a similar Pearson's stim. Not that she was complaining... Though she did eye a few of the cum-stains, knowing she'd need to work hard to get those out.

She sighed, a smile on her face and a hand on her hip. Young Alphas... But she didn't have long to stand around, as one of the boys picked her up and tossed her on the couch for another pounding.

Just then, someone else walked in the door.

“Mom! I’m home--Oh!” The young woman stopped short as she saw her mother, sprawled naked between the young men... But she wasn't the only one struck silent. Henry was standing off to the side, staring at the girl.

“Um... I'm Rebekah,” she said after a few seconds, glancing nervously between the boys.

They looked to Henry... But he was still frozen, a glass of lemonade in one hand and his glistening cock in the other. For the first time in his young life, he didn't know what to say.

It might not have been a literal shotgun wedding, but with both Rebekah and her mother Tamara knocked up, the family needed an Alpha... And Henry was more than willing to step up.

Both of the women moved in with Henry: his house was more than big enough, and Henry’s parents loved having the extra company. Henry’s dad especially enjoyed the eye candy, not to mention the liberal amount of blowjobs Henry let Tamara give him. Their happiness grew even further when Rebekah gave birth to a baby boy: Jackson.

“I’m just happy that this ass will be in good hands for years to come,” Henry said, giving his wife's rear a firm smack.

Rebekah smiled. “For now, though, this ass is_ your _responsibility.”

“Well, there’s really only one thing to do, then,” Henry laughed, throwing her over his shoulder and carrying her to their bed. The rest of the family heard her shrieks and laughter gradually turn to moans, as Henry worked his huge cock inside her ass.

They quickly befriended Melissa and Matthew, a couple that had moved in next door with Matthew’s mother. They had a daughter, too, and a son who was Jackson's age.

“We're truly blessed,” said Matthew, standing over the grill as he and Henry watched their women frolicking around the pool in their bikinis.

“Amen to that, brother.”

“Y'know, we almost moved to one of the regular Free Use zones... Got a really good offer from a firm up in Washington. But like I told Mel, there’s nothing quite like the atmosphere in an OZ.”

“Yeah, it’s not just the Alpha system... Some of the other zones have that, too, like the BDSM zone over in Norfolk. But everything runs so smoothly in the OZ. Very little crime, everyone's friendly... And the women are insatiable!” Both men laughed.

“Yup, always thought it must be something in the water,” Matthew said, taking a drink. “Speaking of 'something in the water,' I think Rebekah just lost her top.”

“Leave it off,” the men started shouting, laughing their asses off as she tried to grab it away from Melissa. Her friend was swimming away with it, now, and Rebekah’s heavy boobs were getting in the way of her pursuit.