Finally fuck and her

Fucking her was a given. There was no point in putting it off any longer. Maybe in this reality you fucking her was something everybody thought you did, but you didn’t remember it ever happening and resolving that was all that mattered.

“Get naked.” You shocked your self at how firm and direct you managed to be with this woman, who used to intimidate you, but it was a feeling you were pretty sure you could get used to.

Degrading her though… that was a purely perverse decision, plain and simple, but you could pretend it meant something deeper. You recalled Jason saying he was pretty vanilla, especially compared to you, you had no idea what vanilla in this reality meant, but you could guarantee his mother was even less kinky than him. You’d say it was pretty safe to assume there wasn’t much you could do to her that she’d like, but if you laid into her hard you could get her to understand just what to expect from you and hopefully learn to accept it for both of your sake's.

Being able to sexually dominate the most mature, and chaste woman you’ve ever met who was also a long time crush that shouldn’t have ever lead to anything, was totally just a lucky bonus.

Well, your plan was to try and bend her to your perverted will, but Gwen simply glanced up at you from her kneeling position. For a moment you had to fight the urge to shrink away, but she wasn’t aghast, she wasn’t glaring, she was simply noticing you. She went back to removing her shoes a second later though. Your immediate assumption was that she was imposing a silent protest, but after slipping out of her shoes you were enraptured.

She started slow by peeling down her cute, white ankle socks and stuffed them in her shoes. Next she reached for the hem of her sweater and unceremoniously pulled it over her head and tossed it at your couch. Finally her pants and panties went down in one swift motion and were gathered into her arms, soon joined by a plain white bra she shrugged off her shoulders. There was no emotion, this wasn’t a strip tease, there was no hesitation, she was just getting undressed for one of her son’s friends. Regardless of how she felt about him, that wasn’t something weird or perverted as far as she was concerned.

Despite how fast it was it was one of the greatest sights you’d ever seen. You quickly started tearing your own clothes off while Gwen walked over to you couch to leave the rest of her clothes over the back of it.

While you struggled with your belt in your own hurry, you couldn’t avoid drinking in Gwen’s naked form. This was the first time you could ever remember seeing her naked, for that matter it had been the first time in years since you could even bring yourself to look directly at her after the argument you spawned.

“How about you give me a spin?” Finally undoing your belt and dropping your pants to the ground, revealing your iron hard shaft you grinned wolfishly at Gwen.

She sniffed lightly but didn’t hesitate to do a little pirouette. It was both faster, and far more graceful than you were expecting from her, or really anyone you’d call a 'mom,' but it was more than enough for you to take in her entire naked form.

She had a tight ass and solid calves, even if neither were particularly big, they were certainly used to being used. She had a flat stomach, and her breasts, while also lacking considerably in size, could provide a decent handful each.

As you drank her in you were somewhat regretfully reminded that she was still human. She had some shallow crows feet that mercifully lent to her mature appearance without being distracting, but there were some wrinkles around her breasts as time took its toll even on her humble chest. Even noticeable amounts of cellulite found its way to her thighs, a simple curse of her genetics.

None of that mattered to you though. For a woman in her forties she could still pass for someone in her twenties with a little bit of effort. Genetics and time may have been unavoidable, but she was given a damn fine hand and took care of herself, and now you could partake in the fruits of all her efforts.

Come to think of it, aging might’ve been unavoidable, but you could probably negate its effects by taking her to get her modified, couldn’t you? That was your right now, not her's and it wouldn’t take much to get her to look like a teenager again, she was already halfway there. Most of her maturity came form how she held herself rather than her body anyways, it was a combination that made you like her as much as you did.

Approaching Gwen with your cock out and a smile like some sort of sadistic pervert you pointed at your couch,

“Bend over!”

Gwen took a deep breath, but unhesitatingly followed your command. Wearing nothing but a blank look and a **** collar, she had her ass in the air waiting for you.

You reached out as if in a dream and grabbed hold of her smooth round cheeks and guided your meat over to her lips and ran your length over them. She was bone dry, not that you were expecting anything else, but even if she wasn't aroused by your presence, her body wouldn’t care who you were soon enough.

While you entertained yourself with teasing her hole you had the idea to tease more than just one part of her,

“Hey, Miss Broo –” You froze for a second after catching yourself, she might’ve been the same woman as before, but you were different now, you were her owner, being so stiff wouldn’t do, “No, Gwen’s better, right?”

Gwen’s shoulders bounced up and down weakly,

“Whatever you want.”

Well that certainly wasn’t what you were preparing for. You were expecting a line about respecting your elders.

“Right… well, you’re my cumdump now, so I can call you anything I want, can’t I?”

Gwen didn’t answer, for a moment, but then flicked her head to the side and looked at you with bored eyes,

“Did you want something?”

She looked and sounded tired, but between her legs at least one part of her was excited. It didn’t take long before she was dripping wet.

“Yeah, I had a question,” You tightened your grip on her hips and pulled her into you while you thrusted in deep, “how do you feel about your own son selling you to me for ‘thirty dollars and some good advice?’”

Gwen looked away and braced the couch. Your cock was at home buried inside her. She was merely human, same as any other woman, but she was one you’d wanted for so long but never actually believed you could get, now that you were finally inside her you didn’t want this moment to end. You almost didn’t hear her speak up as you were lost in the feeling,

“He can do whatever he wants, he’s a grown man.” She sounded just as unperturbed as ever.

“Oh come on, that’s not what I asked.” You grunted with a solid, but controlled clap to one of her cheeks.

You almost regretted pulling even a centimeter of yourself out of her, even if it was so you could slam it back in, you started to wind up regardless.

“I was asking you how much you value yourself!” Once you pulled nearly all the way out you slammed back in, driving Gwen’s head into the back of the couch before you started moving at a leisurely rhythm.

“...I’m not sure what you mean.” Gwen reset herself and finally showed signs of feeling something, but it seemed like genuine confusion.

Your heart started to race, but in a moment you came to a decision and reached over to grab a fistful of her hair and bent her head back. You could hardly believe how you were treating her, she wasn’t some random slut, she was your friends reserved mother. The only thing that kept you from releasing her and begging her forgiveness was the fact that pulling on her hair wasn’t the worst thing you’d done to her so far. Thankfully, even if Gwen grimaced in obvious distaste, and more than likely a bit of pain, she didn’t do anything other than let out a quick gasp.

“I know I got you for a steal, Jason knows, and I don’t doubt you know. What I’m asking you though, is how much do you think I should’ve paid for you?” You started to pick up you pace and let out a cruel chuckle.

Some part of you felt disgusted treating her like this, but it grew smaller with every thrust into her. It was clear you were the only one in this world hung up on moral dilemmas, the only person sharing you hesitance was Gwen, and it was a personal problem.

“...I’m not sure.” Gwen squeaked out eventually and swallowed loudly.

The way you had her neck bent wasn’t doing her too many favours, but it was just doing you a big one.

With another, much harder slap to her ass, which granted a strangled yelp, you growled into her ear,

“You can cook, you can clean, you raised your son practically all by yourself and he sold you for some pocket change and some suggestions on what clothes to buy for some slut he picked fresh out of high school! The government doesn’t care how much you go for but your value goes deeper for other people!”

“You’re my son’s friend, of course he’d give you a deal!” Gwen finally pushed off of the couch and did her best to twist around in your grip to glare at you defiantly.

Overtaken by the heat of the moment and her own fire aimed right at you, you grabbed her hair tighter, shoved her face into your couch and started pounding her with everything you had. You felt like your heart was going to explode as you acted on pure, raw emotion,

“I’m not talking about how much Jason wants for a woman he won’t fuck! He’s got Chrissy. I want to hear you tell me, as your new owner and master, how much you think I should’ve forked over.” You growled in a pure animal lust. Who Gwen was, how you used to respect, even fear her a little, it was all gone, she was just a toy for you now, “You and I both know this ass of yours alone is worth a pretty penny. So how much for the everything that comes with it too?”

You could feel Gwen go ridgid under you at your last sentence, but the vim and vigor drained from her as you pounded her snatch and she mumbled in exhausted defeat,

“I’ve never thought about being sold. I’d have liked to go for at least a hundred dollars though”

You couldn’t stop yourself from cackling like a madman, and on a whim pulled out from her, grabbed her by the ankles and flipped her onto her back.

“That’s it?” You showed the startled Gwen your teeth and pushed her limp knees to within a foot of her shoulders, “Everything about you from being a skilled homemaker to having a body like this without a single modification and you’re still only a hundred dollars?” You just couldn’t understand how anyone could value a humans freedom so low, let alone their own.

Gwen was without a doubt being modest, that fit with her personality so well, but even ten times that amount was just pocket lint for her as far as you were concerned.

“Well… how – how much do you think he should’ve charged you?” Gwen stammered, looking at least a little scared of you now that you loomed over her, grinning like you lost your mind.

You grinned wider and folded her in half tighter, until her knees hit her shoulders. You could still rail her but now brought your face right beside hers,

“You were right you know.” You buried your face into her sweet smelling neck and sucked her flesh.

She put on a bit of perfume for this. It was subtle, just her style. You barely noticed her smell, but it was the amount where you could still tell where she’d been if you entered a room after she had left. She came here today acting like this was just any old trip out of the house, as if she wasn't just about to become the sex **** of one of her son's shitty friends.

Gwen flinched and let out a quiet gasp,

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve wanted you since I first saw you.” You pinched her soft, hot ear lobe with your lips, but she pulled away almost immediately and looked at you in wide-eyed surprise, “Jason’s a cool guy and a close friend, but I would’ve paid a thousand dollars in a heartbeat to have you here for one night, never mind for keeps.”

Gwen’s mouth lolled open and she stared into your eyes blankly. She had zero way of knowing that you operated on a vastly different view of the world than she did, but you didn’t care. She was yours like a pet, or a toy, it didn’t matter what you said to her, the law said you could fuck her, dress her up, modify her very being and dominate her however you wanted now and she grew up in a world where that was just par for the course, her opinion of you didn’t matter anymore.

Gwen began to make some strangled noises and seemed to consider saying something, but she didn’t seem to be able to close her mouth at the revelation. You certainly didn’t want her to.

You pinned her ankles back with your shoulders grabbed a fistful of her hair once more, and lunged, locking your lips around her mouth and plunged your tongue in as deep as you could. You ground your hips against her and wiggled your tongue in her mouth. To your surprise there wasn’t even a hint of resistance. Plowing her might’ve been just an unavoidable fact of life, something she did even consider being a problem, but considering how she reacted when you went for her neck and ear you were expecting at least a little bit of a fight.

She tasted amazing, every inch of her did for that matter, your lust turning every bit of her into ambrosia, but there was only so much you could do when you felt like you were kissing a dead fish, so you had to change things up again. You pulled out and away, just far enough that a bridge of saliva could still connect you, and with her ankles still on your shoulders, you slipped your hands under her pert ass and heaved her into the air. Her dumb, dead look was shook into surprise as she threw her hands around your neck for balance, but she still couldn’t make a sound.

You were getting into a rhythm now and couldn’t resist teasing her even more,

“You’re my bitch now!” You squeezed her ass tight and started thrusting up into her soaked pussy, “I can make you clean my messes and cook my food. I can work you like a dog and a fuck you like a whore afterwards, and I got you for a little more than a meal and a fuck at some fast food joint!” You couldn’t resist laughing in her face, less at her own misfortune though, and more at your amazing luck, “This is my filthiest dream come true!”

You understood completely that nothing you said was strange to her, you were merely rattling off facts of life to her. You were more than likely just lowering her already abysmal opinion of you and your intelligence by raving like a lunatic about ordinary simple facts of life, but to you every absurd word sent you leaps and bounds closer to an orgasm.

“...I’m not some trained whore you know….” Gwen weakly muttered, her cheeks going pink as she looked away from your face.

“Oh I’m going to fix that!” You chuckled at that much harder, “And you know what? I heard you’re still fertile! I should be able to get some kids out of you too! How much you think the government will pay me for that?”

“You’d actually knock me up?” Gwen’s cheeks went from pink to red and she snapped her head back up to regard you through narrowed eyes.

“I own you now! I can do whatever the hell I want! I can mod you like a hot rod and use your own womb to pay for it all!” You growled at her, and started bouncing her on your cock.

Your arm’s were getting sore but you were so close to release you didn’t care.

“I never thought – I mean you never struck me as a breeder or a trainer….” Gwen stammered, her eyes going wide.

“I think it’s pretty clear I don’t care what you think of me at this point.” You grunted, moving your hands from her ass and up to her back, squeezing her to your body in a tight embrace, her legs bent up almost to her ears.

Gwen didn’t have an answer, maybe you were squeezing too tight, maybe she wasn’t as flexible as you thought and she was fighting the pain, maybe she was was finally shocked by your bluntness. Or maybe you just couldn’t hear her as you focused on your mounting orgasm. What Gwen was doing was completely irrelevant you right now though, you were squeezing yourself into her, and letting out every last drop of cum you could as deep inside her as you could. You were just a mortal man, but every ounce of your lust for this woman seemed to come out of you in one of the biggest loads you could ever remember making.

You lasted for a few seconds longer before you started to teeter over and dropped Gwen unceremoniously onto her back on the couch. You leaned over her, gasping for breath and managed to notice that she too was a bit short on breath. She was nowhere close to your level of exhaustion, but it clearly wasn’t a cake walk for her either.

“I am so glad I bought you.” You gave her one more weak chuckle.

“Ye – yeah… good for you.” Gwen smiled back just as weakly.

You were a bit surprised to notice a distinct lack of disgust and no attempt at hiding her emotions. Her confusion was all there, plain to see and hear.

She probably thought you were crazy on top of a shitty friend for her son after you essentially just defined ‘female ownership’ to her while fucking her. Like that was normal. You weren’t going to read too much into it and let her bother you though. Letting out every last ounce of your own perceived absurdity onto her and – a little extra into her – was as freeing as it was enjoyable. You felt reborn. You still weren’t sure you had this reality down pat, but you finally felt like it was where you belonged now. You had a home,, you probably still had a job, you officially had your own personal slut, what else was there?

Once you caught your breath a little more you leaned away from her and cleared your throat,

“You can get cum out of furniture, right?”

Gwen looked down at the small puddle between her legs then blinked up at you, her confusion melting back into enforced uninterest,

“I’ll admit I’ve been more sheltered than most women, thanks to my husband and then my son, but I was eighteen and single once.”

You chose to take that as a yes.

And with that, Gwen was now your **** and as far as you were concerned, you had finally gotten to fuck her. This was just your life now, for the both of you. You had honestly never thought past the fucking her part, but there was a bit more to it than just that, wasn’t there? You’d have to get used to a lot. Gwen might not agree, but you might have more to get used to than she did.