Dave takes charge

“My Mom?” Jake’s eyebrows rose. “Dude, seriously –” He cut off, seeing Dave’s mother walk back into the room wearing a skimpy robe that flashes her trimmed pussy and just barely contained her breasts. “– Yeah, okay, I guess I deserve it,” the young man finished, lowering his gaze to the floor. “Go on. Do it. Just – just…”

“Just what?” Dave asked crossly, scowling at his supposed friend.

“I know I asked you not to use the wishbone on me but,” he swallowed nervously. “If y-you’re going t-to do s-something – anything – to my M-Mom – I don’t want to remember any of the changes. Not. A. One.”

The young man blinked at his naked – excepting the throw pillow covering his manhood – friend, thinking.

“No,” Dave shook his head. “You should always remember what you did as part of your punishment. You will accept it. You will do nothing about it. And you won’t tell anyone about this ‘wishbone.’ Ever.”

“Wishbone?” his mother blinked. “What wishbone?”

“Yes, Dave,” Jake’s shoulders slumped. “You’re the boss.”

“Damn straight,” his friend nodded. “In fact, you’ll be my servant from here on out. Half of any money you earn – and you will work – you will give to me. You can even move in with my Mom and me to save you some of your expenses.”

“Really?” the motherfucker’s eyebrows rose in surprise.

“Really,” Dave smiled magnanimously. “The less you spend, the more I get. And don’t even think you’ll fuck my Mom again. Wank away in your room as much as you want, lust over her, but don’t you dare touch her sexually.” He glanced over at his mother, grinning. “Feel free to tease Jake as much as you want, Mom.”

“Sure thing, sweetie,” she licked her lips, untying the knot in the belt of her robe and showing off her large round orbs. Jake’s eyes widened in want, a groan escaping in his mouth. “But it’s Bunny, dear.”

“What?” Dave looked back at her quickly, wincing at the sharp twist of his neck.

“I’m Bunny, not Mom,” the brunette smiled at him, flashing her perfect white teeth.

“I don’t – what are you saying? You’d rather I call you Bunny than Mom?” his eyes blinked at her.

“My name is Bunny,” her brow furrowed, her light brown eyes blink. “I can’t think of anything else I should be called maybe slut, whore, fucktoy –”

“Shit, Mom – er – Bunny,” Dave corrected nervously. “Damn. Why you would –” He shook his head, an idea forming in his mind, and glanced back at Jake, his eyes wide in horror. “Did you make her forget she’s my mother?”

“Er – maybe,” his friend shrugged, licking his lips apprehensively, looking away. “We were – I was – pretty excited and – er – impulsive, I guess.”

“Hmmm,” the twenty-five-year-old frowned in thought, his eyes flickering back to his – mother? – flashing her large chest at the two young men, a mischievous hungry look to her light brown orbs. Do I dare? I could real easy. No one would say anything against it – against me. With this bone, I can make the world accept my – peccadillos. Make everyone bow down before me. **** myself on all the wrongs I’ve received, like Charlene firing me, the professors unfair towards me in college, the bullies back in high school – every girl who turned me down with a laugh in my face, Dave grinned.

“Uh – Dave – er – sir?” Jake spoke up, cutting through his thoughts. “Can I – may I get dressed now? Please?”

“Good idea,” the young man nodded in agreement. “Then you can go ahead and clean up the house. And don’t forget the laundry. After what you – did – with my, my mother – those sheets will need a wash. As for you, Mo– Bunny,” he corrected, the brunette blinking at him with a slight pout to her lips. “Try to find some proper daywear. You’ll need something decent to wear in public. If you can’t find anything, buy a few things online.” She nodded, a pleased smile on her face. “Other than that, did you have anything planned for today before – Jake – happened?”

Bunny blinked, appearing thoughtful for a moment.

“I don’t think so,” she shrugged, bouncing her ample breasts. “I might have, since I don’t have to be at the hospital until Monday –” Dave nodded, glad that his – whatever she was now – still knew that she was a nurse. “– But it doesn’t matter now. I’m in the mood to fuck over and over again. Jake –” her son’s friend looked up, the brunette’s clothes gathered up in his arms. “– didn’t satisfy me. I need a good, hard cock to me fill me up.” Her light brown eyes smoldered, her gaze on Dave’s face. “Your cock, sweetie. You’ve grown up so much. Why you aren’t married yet, I don’t know. I know women who would do anything to get fucked by that horse-cock of yours.”

“Really?” the young man blinked, never having given a thought to the size of his genitals, growing up too embarrassed to compare himself to other guys. “Huh.”

“Oh, yeah,” Bunny smiled slyly, stepping up to him, pressing her chest into his. “I’ve wanted you for years. So have my friends when I’ve told them about you. We’re nothing like those superficial girls your age. We’d rock you every day for the rest of your life.”

“Uh-huh,” he lowered his gaze, looking down at the firm, impressive melons rubbing against his chest. Damn, they’re huge. Do they even make a bra that large? Mom – Bunny would need custom-made tops. “Um… Do you want to keep your, ah, tits this large?”

“They are nice,” she continued to smile, her right hand slipping down to the front of his jeans and cupping his manhood. “But – they are a little large for my frame. My lower back is already in pain. I know I’m not what I was before all this… But I am not looking forward to the surgery to reduce these to a more manageable size. Why? Is there something you can do?”

“Well… How large would you want them?”

“Hmmm…” the brunette frowned thoughtfully for a moment. “I know!” Bunny beamed in excitement, her light brown eyes twinkling. “Double Ds! I always wanted larger breasts than what I had! Just not too large. Double Ds would be perfect! Please, Dave, can you fix them for me?” She bounced on her heels, pressing harder into her son’s chests. “I’ll treat you extra special for ever and ever! I – oh!” her eyes widened, dropping her gaze to her breasts and seeing the pair grow to a more natural size on the thirty-two-inch band size she found comfortable. “Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!” Her light brown eyes, glowing with admiration, returned to his gaze. “How did you do that?”

“That’s my little secret,” Dave smiled at his mother. “But,” he lifted his hand holding the wishbone, her gaze flickering to the polished, white osseous matter, “You see this? This is mine. You find it, you bring to me at once. That will be the only thought in your mind.” His gaze flickered to Jake, the young man watching the scene wide-eyed. “And, both of you, this is all Fight Club. As in, you don’t talk about Fight Club. Ever. Got it?”

His former friend and Bunny nodded.

Excellent, the young man thought. “Both of you get dressed while I think of what I want to do. Oh, and Jake? I need you to call…”