Show mom what a man you've become (+1 Alpha)

Janices whispering draws a little chuckle from John. She was always an unruly one, so her responding so well to him taking the rains is close to a miracle. Or maybe not. Lisa used to be so soft on her, her behavior probably had nothing to do with rebelling against authority, but rather lashing out in search for authority. And Lisa so obviously submitting to him must have cemented him in Janices mind as just that, her new authority figure. The man of the house. His little accomplice deserves another reward for how well his day started.

“Lisa, how long till you need to leave for work?”

“Hmm, not long. Half an hour maybe?”, she frowns, visibly sad she might disappoint him.

“Oh, don’t make that face darling”, John lifts her chin. ”How about we make that 45 to 60 minutes? This is your first day on the job, no one can expect you to find your way through an unknown city. And who could be mad at a beauty like you, just for taking one or two wrong turns right after moving here?”

“That could work~”, her frown has left her face as fast as it had entered.

His hand still under her chin, John pulls her up as he rises from his seat. His eyes fly down her mature body, searching for anything bad that could be said about the body of the woman that raised him. Her face is still beautiful, free of any wrinkles and her eyes reveal neither her age nor her having raised two children on her own. Her figure is matronly in the best possible way. Her breasts are big and stand proud on her chest, standing out like a surgeon's masterpiece. Her belly is nearly non-existent. And her hips? Those trigger a primal impulse in every man with a pulse. A deep instinct to plant his hands on either side, ram his cock inside her and shoot a mighty load of baby batter straight into her womb. All in all, it can’t be helped. This woman is a prime example of milfy glory and every future conquest will need to try their best to keep up with her.

Both Johns ogling and the following look of approving send tingles down Lisas spine. She has spend the whole night either masturbating while practically eating this young man's soiled underwear or having wet dreams of him fulfilling all her filthy fantasies. When she awoke, her and her room were both utter messes. But she knew what her man wanted -no- what he deserved. Like a woman possessed she cleaned her room, took a shower, spend more time getting ready than the last two weeks combined and rushed to the kitchen to prepare a breakfast worthy of John. And the way he took charge today made all of that worth it. The way he handled her daughter sent shivers down her spine and straight to her pussy. And the approval in his eyes right now, feels like a cherry on top.

“So, how do we make the most of our time now? I guess I could fuck your brains out right away-“,Lisa visibly squirms at the mention of that, “but you just took care of my morning wood and I have a long day ahead of me. You’ll have to work a lot harder for the next one. How about a little game? We might have moved in yesterday, but I think not everything is where it is supposed to be yet.”

“Well, not all boxes are unpacked yet, but we made a lot of progress yesterday and-“, Lisa tries to appease him, without catching the meaning of his innuendo. John strokes her hair soothingly.

“Honey tell me, where did you sleep last night?”, he encourages her.

“In the master bedroo- Ahhh, I see what you mean now darling. We must have made a mistake yesterday and only brought my things into the master bedroom and yours into the guest room. Let’s fix that right away~”, Lisa quickly realizes and walks to the stairs. Her ass beckoning him to follow her.

As they reach the upper floor, John turns her around and pins her to the wall. His hands lean on the wall, one on either side of her. Lisa stares into his eyes and anticipates him ravaging her any minute now.

“You can sort my things into my new bedroom after work, first off we’ll go through yours. We need to make room for my things and what better way to do that, than have a little fashion show?”

Still on peak arousal, Lisa can’t help but nod and lead him to her their bedroom. The room has been cleaned and tidied and yet it still floods Johns nose with the undeniable smell of a woman’s lust. John takes a seat on the bed and what follows is Lisa modeling half her wardrobe. Among the outfits are some of Johns all-time favorites and very few actually get sorted out.

After they went through the cougars clothing selection and as Lisa is busy rearranging where to store the array of enticing outfits, John discovers a little something peeking out from under her bed. It looks like a small version of the moving boxes, but the empty ones have all been cleared out and those which are still unpacked are neatly stocked at one of the walls. So, what’s in this one?

John carefully pulls it out from under the bed and upon opening the lid is confronted with … his missing clothes? His underwear from last night builds the upper layer, but beneath those he sees at least two dozen more pairs of boxers. And from the aroma of it, Lisa snatched them instead of washing them instead of after it. John was missing a pair from time to time, but till now he shrugged it off as them getting lost. Or thrown out. Or given to the salvation army…. They take all kinds of clothes, don’t they? In any case, his stepmom hording his used underwear under her bed was the last thing he would he imagined.

“I-I can explain that!”, Lisa has finished up and looks over to him with a shocked expression, “I j-just need a rag sometimes…. to clean the windows! And it would be a shame to bleach something new through all those aggressive detergents… Yeah, I need old clothes for that, every good housewife knows that. So, why don’t you put that old thing where you found it and give me that quicky you promised?”

She bats her eyelashes and saunters over to him. But this is too precious to pass up. John raises the box up and Lisa panics a little, raising her arms to catch her personal treasure.

“Just some old rags, heh? Oh you don’t need those. I’ll throw these old smelly tatters away and buy you some new ones. Unless there’s something else you want to tell me.”, John gives the still open box a dramatic shake.

“Oh honey, don’t taunt me! I taught you to be nice didn’t I? But you’re right, you deserve the truth. You really do. I should have told you a long time ago, I just didn’t know how to tell you that… that you smell like a freaking hunk! It’s like ever since you finished puberty, every pore of your body started dripping pure testosterone. It’s bad enough you seem to grow taller each day -what super food am I feeding you?!-, does your smell also have to make a full-grown woman go into heat? I just need a little piece of you to work out those frustrations. You’re not mad at mommy are you?”, she looks really worked up, this had to been brewing for some time now.

John on the other hand is hard as a rock again. Lisa confessing her naughty habit and having lusted after him for so long, has reactivated his dick to his new glory. Just above 8 inches of solid manmeat are ready to take his homemaker for a spin and bang away all those frustrations. He empties the boxes contents on the beds cushions while simultaneously pulling Lisa the last step towards him.

“Only shocked you didn’t tell me sooner”, their tongues entwine and after their heated make out, John pushes Lisa onto their mattress.

She lands on her back and spreads herself luring him in to join her, but he has other plans. John grabs one of her ankles and flips her around. The manhandling alone would have made Lisa moan in heat, but now that her face is planted deep within a pile of man-scented boxers a deep guttural growl escapes her instead.

“Goddddddd, I love you taking the rains! The way you took charge of your sister and just led me service you in the kitchen like a complete alpha stud~ I love you, love you, love youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-“, she slurred into the heaps of cloth until John inserted himself into her dripping pussy.

The clock on the nightstand shows there is not much time left, but as riled up as they both are, it’s more than enough. Slowly John eases himself into his drooling stepmothers pussy, withdraws and goes back in. His rhythm grows faster and faster, while Lisas suppressed grunts do the same. She must have been close to her limit before, because soon after John reaches his final, sanity crushing speed, she lets out a whorish and primal cry.

“Cuuhuhmmmnihngggggggggggg”, what she’s saying is almost incomprehensible, but her pussy clenching around Johns prick speaks clear as day. She having an orgasm. And judging by her cunt milking his prick and forcing him to cum himself, that one had been years in the making. All that pent-up frustration, build up lusting over the boy, she had just realized became more man than she or any woman could handle on her own. What a waste. All those times she threw smoldering looks at him, but ultimately turned away, afraid he could reciprocate. Not anymore. She’s found her man and she’s never going to let him go.

“Wow, I’m glad I stayed a little to find out what a pervy mommy I have”, he lovingly strokes her cheek while disentangling. ”But now you need to hurry up and rush to work. I might have a job interview today, but I’m not ready to feed this family alone. Yet. I’ll see you tonight at dinner, honey. How about we have meatloaf? Didn’t have that in a while.”

John gives her a playful smack on her butt, redresses and leaves the house.