TUESDAY

I looked around and noticed I had slept in a bit, as it was 10:30 in the morning. I also noticed the gigantic wet spot on the bottom side of my blanket.

“God Dammit,” I thought to myself as I pulled the covers off and got out of bed. Now adjusting my eyes, I see that the spot is HUGE.

“Holy shit, what the fuck was that dream? I don’t think I’ve ever cum that much in my life.” I once again said to myself inwardly.

After cleaning my sheets, the rest of the day passed uneventfully. I really didn’t see a whole lot of my mom or Richard throughout the day despite both of them being home. I did find myself thinking back to that dream, and how much I came, how hot that girl was, and how it was my first wet dream in a while. I eventually just chalked it up to I had too much of the edible, and tried to get it out of my head.

So dinner once again rolled around, Richard, Mom, and I sitting at the kitchen table. My mom starts the conversation asking about our trip this upcoming weekend, which I completely forgot about thanks to my dream last night. God I didn’t want to to that on a weekend.

“Are you excited for this weekend honey?” my mom asks

“I’m not trying to be rude, but not necessarily. I think it’s a good idea, but maybe I should do it by myself?” I respond, trying not to sound rude but also trying to get out of it

“Don’t even think about it mister, I know you too well, It’ll be easier with me there.” she says in a stern voice.

Usually these things are over once that voice comes out, but for whatever reason today things have been breaking my way. I got a dollar off at the coffee shop, I talked up a girl on my walk back and it felt like things were going good, yadda yadda. Without really thinking, I decided to test my luck again.

“Mom, I should go by myself. I’m an adult, I need the job. Stop babying me.”

Immediately after saying that my mind kinda goes haywire. Why did I do that?! I’m so dead, she’s gonna go off on me about being disrespectful and all the normal shit like I'm 13 again. Ugh Richard was here too and he’s going to want to chime in.

But to my surprise, that’s not at all what happens. Instead she looks at me calmly, almost smiling (?) a little bit. “Okay honey, you’re right, you can go by yourself.”

I look over at Richard, and to even add more to my shock, he doesn’t say anything. He just nodds in agreement with my mother.

In my own head I’m wondering what the fuck is going on. This never happens, I never got away with talking that way to my mom before. I look back to Richard and say, “Hey, what do you think about this?”

“Maybe this is finally your balls dropping and you actually might act your age,” he replies.

“Stop fucking talking to me that way!” I snap back. “You seriously have no right, I’m sick of it.” I say almost dominantly, finding that maybe my balls really are dropping.

Again I have no clue how any of this is going to go, but again Richard just replied meekly “I’m sorry, you’re right, I have no right to talk to you that way. Won’t happen again.”

Alright something is going on, here I am, having more courage than ever before, and It’s actually working??

Eventually the conversation goes back to normal, except that they don’t talk about the trip again, and Richard really doesn’t say any mean shit to me. Just as dinner is coming to a close, I get reminded of the dream I had last night.

“Holy. Shit.” I think to myself. “What did that girl say? ‘They will listen,’ or something of the sort. Could this all be connected?”

As Richard and Mom make their way to the living room, I convince myself that it has to be. I normally don’t watch their shows with them, but I think to myself that there is a game 7 in MLB that I would like to watch, and maybe I could watch it on the “big screen.” I figure this is as good of a time as any to test out my theory.

After joining them on the couch, I ask them about the game. “Hey guys, would you mind if we turn on some Baseball? There’s a huge game tonight.” I ask.

Mom kind of turns her head towards Richard, which bothers me, than Richard replies “not tonight, we’re watching our show.” it was some bullshit about yellowstone or something, I couldn't give less of a shit about the plot.

Well that didn’t work, I think to myself. I’m not ready to give up yet.

“C’mon guys seriously, this game only happens once a year. Turn on the game.” I say, framing it like a question but not really asking. I know Richard hates baseball, so this has to be true if it works.

Without any hesitation Richard bends over, picks up the remote, and flips the channel to the baseball game.

Once again I find myself stunned. Maybe I can’t ask? I once again hypothesize.

About ten minutes into the game, I tried something again.

“Mom, aren’t you warm? Take off your socks” I more or less commanded her.

Once again, so quick there was no room for hesitation, mom lifted her head from Richard’s chest, reached to where her feet were perched at the table.

You see, this was insane because my mom HATED feet, she always wore socks around the house and demanded that everyone else did as well. “My house, my rules” she would say to my older sister and I as kids. She would never go around barefoot in the house, which might have created a huge foot fetish for me, but I don’t know. Either way this is the first time in my 22 years of life that I have even seen my moms feet, and she was acting like it was the most casual thing in the world. I think Richard noticed something was up too.

“Hey Jane, I thought you hated feet?” Richard pointed out.

“Turning over a new leaf.” My mom responded, not really paying the comment any mind.

That was it. That’s when I decided to see how far I can push this thing. I had finally processed that I had some sort of power, or control. Was it over everyone? Could I push this so far as to become a virtual god? Could I take over this house? family? town? world?

I had to push back those thoughts and focus on the here and now. Five minutes of staring at my mom’s feet and thinking later, I’m done being a pushover.

I took my eyes away from her feet, and moved up to where her head was. She was laying with her head on Richard’s chest, his hand around her shoulder, she was rubbing his chest but getting gradually lower. Fuck this, I thought to myself.

“Mom,” I said, “You’d rather cuddle with me than Richard.”

My mom nodded her head affirmatively, then slowly picked herself up, and put herself in the same position but on my body now. Her head on my chest, my eyes looking down her shirt to her massive cleavage.

“Hey what the fu-” Richard starts to chime in before I interrupt. “Richard, enough. Shut up, watch the game. You can watch us if you’d like, but you won’t interrupt anything I do for the rest of the night. Just move to the armchair and stay quiet, no matter how you feel.”

Just like that, he shut up. I spent the next three minutes slowly stroking my moms back, while she did the same to my chest, all the while the three of us were watching the baseball game. Things were off to a great start.

“I love you mom” trying out another test on her.

“Aww sweety, I love you too.”

“Both of you forget I said that” just like that, they both went glassy and subtly twitched for a second. Not even 1 second later, they resumed watching the game. Although it was subtle, I could tell. I think I could really do anything I want.

“Mom, listen to what I say but don’t remember it, accept what I’m about to tell you as true. Richard, just don’t remember what I’m about to say, I’ll tell you both when I’m done.”

“Mom, you’re insanely attracted to me. I have the perfect body, perfect cock, perfect smell, perfect voice, perfect everything. Although you love me as a mother, you’ve secretly wanted to fuck me for forever. You love the idea of submitting to me, because deep down, you know I’m the man of this house, and maybe the man of this world. I should get everything I want. You’ve had these feelings for the last month since I’ve moved back, but have never told anyone.”

“Richard, from now on you’ll deep down accept me as the man of this house. You won’t consciously know it, but you'll never stop me from doing anything I want, because you know you’re submissive to me as well.

Alright both of you, I’m done.”

Nothing really changed in the scene, but I hope everything has kicked in.

I noticed as mom mom continues to rub my chest, her breathing gets heavier. I start moving my hands down, not quickly but not very slowly either, down to her ass. I’ve always wanted to squeeze that ass.

As I placed my hand over her ass, I looked into her eyes. I could see absolutely no resistance and in fact, she let out a little whimper.

I grinned knowing I had absolutely full control of this house, fuck I could really do whatever the fuck I want.

I did whatever I wanted to Mom’s ass. I groped it, squeezed it, felt it under the shorts, I even smacked it. All the while my mom was borderline panting, but not saying anything, and trying to hold back moans.

I look over to Richard, and see him just staring at us. I realize this is the first time I’ve paid him any attention over the last ten minutes or so. He looks so pissed but I'm glad to see he’s still following my commands, and staying quiet.

Enough playing shy, I think to myself.

“Mom, stop trying to be quiet and let it all out, no girl of mine will be shy in this house.” I say, loudly enough for Richard to hear.

“Girl of yours? That’s how it’s gonna be?” my mother replies.

“If I want it to be” I smack her ass as I finish off my reply. She moans loudly this time as I smack it.

Staying in the same cuddly position, I slip a hand under her shorts, and feel for her pussy.

“Mmmmmfffffghgh, honeyyyy” my mom pants out in response. Her pussy is dripping, and I mean dripping wet.

“God dammit mom, you’re soaked” I say.

“I always am when I think about you,” holy shit what a reply. I insert my index finger into her willing hole, and it slides in easily.

“Fuuuucccckkkkk” my mom lets out a long moan. I quickly follow it up with my middle and ring fingers which causes her to let out a loud yelp.

“You’re hornier than you’ve ever been before mom” I tell her. She starts frantically humping around my fingers, letting out a string of fucks.

“My fingers are the best thing you’ve ever felt in your pussy, you’re immediately on the verge of cumming. Don’t do it until I say so.” She lifts her head from off my chest to sit up and spread her legs. Without taking my fingers out of her pussy, and her shorts still blocking Richard's view, I twirl my hand around to adjust.

She’s now facing Richard in the armchair, legs spread wide open. She’s holding her left leg up with her left hand, her bare foot by her head. Her other leg is on the floor, far far away. Her eyes are rolled back in her head, and her mouth is wide open panting, moaning, and screaming.

“Fuck baby FUCCKKKK!!!!! I’ve never felt like this before, I’m so close, so close, so close” her voice trails off into more moans.

It’s pretty comical how amazing this must be for her, as I’m barely moving my fingers in and out of her pussy. With my commands really settling in nicely, I think it’s time for more.

My left hand is slowly moving in and out of her pussy, which she is frantically humping in **** need to cum. I grin, reveling in my control over her.

With my right hand I lean over and grab her right leg.

“Give me your foot mom. You love my licking on your feet. Your feet are twice as sensitive as your pussy.”

She now helps me, and repositions herself so her whole body is laying on the couch facing me. Her left leg is still up by her head, but her right leg is now pointing towards me, and her bare foot is in my face.

“PLEASE ANDY I’M BEGGINNGG, TAKE IT '' Who am I to deny such a request?

I grab her ankle and lick the sole of her foot, from bottom to top.

“FUCKINNGGG CHRISTTTTTTT UGHHHNNNMGFFFFFF” my mom basically screams at the top of her lungs. I’ve really never heard her use such crass language, but this is all new so who am I to judge?

“Please baby let me cum, let me cum” she begs me. I look towards Richard, his face red in his armchair, he looks really pissed off. Then I look down, and see that he’s pitching a Boner. From here, his cock actually looks rather large. He doesn’t deserve to witness this, I think to myself. Nor have that cock.

I start to lick faster, then transition to sucking each one of her toes individually. She continues to scream and moan like the bitch in heat she is. After I'm done with each toe, I turn to Richard.

“Alright Richard, I think you’ve had enough” I start as I continue to **** my moms foot-pussy in front of him. “Go up to your room and have a great night's sleep. Dream about this, get really horny about this. When you wake up, you’ll think this was all a dream. All of my earlier commands will continue to stay the same subconsciously though.” He quietly gets up and turns to leave, then I remember one more thing. “Oh, and Richard. No more cumming. Not until I tell you you’re allowed.” I told him. He nodded at me and headed upstairs.

I turn towards my Mom, her face flushed, her body twitching and squealing in arousal.

“Alright enough foreplay. Do you want my cock?”

“YESS FINALLY” She screams, “PLEASE GIVE IT TO ME. PUT YOUR COCK BACK WHERE IT BELONGS. I’VE WAITED FOR SO LONG”

It was like music to my ears. Before I could command anything else, mom quickly dispensed of all her clothing. I got to see those massive tits, beautiful ass, and that glorious pussy. God it looked so delicious. This would be my first of many times, it was all mine.

Grab her by the throat and forcefully pull her head towards mine. I give her the deepest kiss of my life, with our tongues intertwining, she moans into my mouth.

Me now on top of her, I stop the kiss, grab both of her ankles, and lift them towards her head.

“I love you Mom, oh and by the way, my dick is the best thing you’ve ever seen, it’ll feel ten times better than the best dick in the world would. Let me thinkkkkk oh and you’re a huge… immensely huge squirter.” My last commands settled in before I inserted my dick into her.

“I love you toooOOOOOOO” my mom replied, turning into a deep, bellowing moan as my cock entered the place I came from for the first time.

It felt amazing, she was so wet there was no resistance, and her pussy was incredibly tight. Not to mention she was screaming shit like “My baby, fuck me” and she eventually started saying shit like “my new daddy,” and “the new man of the house.” I was loving all of it as I felt my cock start to swell up.

“Have you ever felt like this before?” I asked

“NEVER DADDY,” she replied “NO ONE COULD EVER MAKE ME FEEL LIKE YOU DOOOOOOO…” she screamed out. I wonder what Richard was thinking, or if he was actually asleep.

I get close to cumming as her pussy continues to just tighten and tighten, but never coming to orgasm thanks to my earlier commands.

“Alright mom, you ready?” I ask as I get very close.

“DADDY PLEASEEEEEEEEEE, I NEED TO COMEEEEEE, LET ME COMEEEEEEE, I’LL DO ANYTHING” She’s moaning and twitching around my cock.

I look into her eyes, raise my hand, slap her gigantic, bouncing tit with all my **** and casually say

“Cum”

With her still staring into my eyes, her’s widened and dilated. She let out a scream unlike anything I’ve ever heard. For a second I was genuinely worried that the windows might break, it was so high pitched. Her legs lock out, her feet swing into the air right next to my head, twitching at an uncontrollable rate. Her pussy clamps down on me so hard that it pushes my dick out. I fall back, sitting on my feet, kneeling on the couch watching my mom. She grabs her legs so they continue to hang in the air, while her pussy gushes an inane amount of juice into the air. Some of it lands on my knees as I rise to my feet.

I stand over my mom still squirting out a fountain, as she moans “OOOOOOHHHH-mfpmfphmfphmfph” I inserted my cock into her moaning mouth and starting relentlessly pumping away. I look down and even though it's about 45 seconds later, there is still juice just flowing out of her pussy at an insane rate, as if my cock gave it some second life. My dick reaches the back of her throat as she starts to gag on it, and I release all my seed down her needy throat.

“Oh god mom you’re such a good girl” I say, as her face gets redder at the compliment, my thick ropes still shooting down into her mouth and throat.

I finish up in her mouth soon after she finishes squirting. She swallows down my cum after a command, and she is now cleaning my cock, kneeling in front of me as I watch the baseball game.

“Things are going to change around here” I tell her as she looks up at me, happy as can be. “Let's take this to my bedroom, you’ll be sleeping there tonight, and who knows, we might just change everything.”