The next few years

It wasn’t hard for Melissa to convince her husband to get her a lactation upgrade at Pearson’s, especially with Rebekah offering them a discount on this upgrade batch. The initial implant was temporary, set to wear off around the time Brendan would take his place as the Alpha and leave Melissa a ‘blank slate’ for whatever he might want.

After Matthew had drank her milk a few times, it wasn’t hard to make him see things her way. Soon, the power she had over her Alpha became addictive. Melissa tried her best to not let it get to her head, but it was so hard when her husband was willing to jump through any hoop for her.

She got him to dress nicer--Or at least, more to her taste. Better diet, not that he was eating badly before, but she wanted to be with him for a long time to come. And she got more involved with who he brought home, making sure that whatever slut he picked up was a good match: able to please him the way he deserved.

At a certain point, it just made more sense for her to go out and get the right girl (or Beta sissy) for him. After all, she knew him best... What he liked, what he needed... And God, it felt good to be out on the prowl like that! She felt like a lioness bringing home prey for her mate. And so what if she selected his fucktoys based on her own tastes as well? Didn’t she deserve that?

Of course, she had to admit that at some point, Matthew really should be in charge again. She suspected that the pseudo-mind-controlling lactation mod didn’t just bind Matthew to her will: it gave her more confidence as well. It might have even projected to others; ‘Alpha mommy aura,’ she called it.

She remembered going with Matthew to his boss’s office and having him demand a raise. His boss, one small push away from Beta himself, easily agreed after she offered to let him watch as she fucked Matthew right there on his desk. The rush of power that gave her! Melissa got wet just thinking about it.

Why shouldn’t she be in charge just a little longer? Matthew should get to enjoy his last few years as Alpha before Brendan took over from him... Not spend that time worrying and taking care of them.

Of course, she’d have to give it up when Brendan turned 18... Right? Wasn’t Rebekah right when she said that the first few years of Alpha life was about sowing wild oats? Didn’t she owe Brendan that, as his mother? To take care of him, make sure he made the most out of being an Alpha? Mother knows best, right?

More than once, her hand slipped between her legs as she imagined her son taking charge--Exactly the way she wanted him to. Alpha to the world, but a good, obedient boy when she had him alone. Fucking his mother with that big teen Alpha cock, just the way she liked. He’d want for nothing; she’d treat him like a king, just like his father. And wasn’t he perfectly happy?

And her Brendan was a good boy, but what if he got his head turned around by a bad influence, or those constant Pearson’s commercials? Not that she’d necessarily be opposed to some body mods, if that’s what turned him on, but those mental mods… Melissa shuddered. How was she supposed to take care of her Alpha if he turned her into a brainless bimbo? Or if he gave her tits the size of beach volleyballs?

It wasn’t because she liked being in charge, she told herself. She just wanted what was best for Brendan. And so, for the weeks leading up to her son's coming of age, Melissa made sure to add some of her own milk to Brendan’s cereal. For his sake. That’s all it was, she told herself... To make sure my boy gets everything he deserves.

Present Day

“Fuuuck.. Fuck yeah, Mom--Take it, take my load!” Brendan had one hand on his cock, while the other held his mother in place as he blasted her with cum.

Melissa had made some offhand comment about semen being good for the skin, and he'd laughed and pushed her onto her knees. “Well then mom, get to sucking that Alpha cock, and you’ll have smooth skin in no time!”

As she licked her lips before cleaning up his cock, Matthew wondered why he ever worried she’d try to take over. Every order he gave, she obeyed immediately. Hell, sometimes even before he gave them!

“Thanks, Mom,” he grunted as she tucked his cock back into his pants. “I’m off!”

“Wait a second, Sweetie. I wanted to take you shopping this afternoon,” his mother said, getting up and stuffing her tits back into her top.

“What, why?”

“I just want to make sure you look good,” she replied, hugging him from behind and pressing her breasts against him. “You’re the Alpha now, Brendan. Don’t you deserve to look good? We’ll get your dad’s credit card, and buy you some new shirts and shorts that show off that Alpha body. Make all the other moms in the neighborhood jealous of my handsome son.”

“Yeah… Yeah, you’re right,” Brendan said, smiling.

“And who knows? Maybe Grace from next door will drop by again, and see you all dressed up and just swoon--”

“Mooom,” Brendan growled, chasing after his mother as she ran to the car giggling.

“I know what you see in her, baby bear, hot little redhead like that... But if you want to get her away from her daddy’s cock, you gotta put in the effort!”

He cornered her at the car, where she put her hands on his head and pulled him in for a deep kiss. “Don’t worry, baby,” she murmured in his ear. “Mommy will take care of it. I’ll make sure you get every single thing you want.” She kissed Brendan again before walking to the driver’s side door, swaying her ass for his benefit. “I was thinking we’d go to Donna’s Menswear--You know, with the extra-large dressing rooms?”

Brendan grinned; he loved fucking his mom in public. His previous plans completely forgotten, he followed her into the car.