James and her mother.

Kendall follows Oliver up the stairs and into the living room, watching his skinny ass flex in his panties on the way. From behind he looks like a slender, graceful woman. From the front he has looked the same, save for the faintest bulge of a tiny boyish penis. From what she can see, he looks small even for a normal man. Next to James, he would appear downright infantile.

At the top of the stairs, Kendall finds the old living room she had visited with James so many times while they were dating. Bookshelves line the walls, housing old, familiar texts. Two couches are set catty-corner next to each other, creating a smaller room by their placement. A coffee table is set between the couches, and the television stand is placed against the stairs. The television is on, set to ESPN, and James sits naked on one of the couches, his feet propped up on the coffee table as Kendall’s mother strokes his fat shaft and sucks his hairy balls.

Paige is half-naked, wearing only her own pink lingerie, with her hard nipples tenting the fabric. She strokes him rapidly, his shaft gleaming with a mix of her saliva and his precum, as she nurses his balls. Licking her way up his shaft with her eyes closed, she moans before taking him into her mouth and sucking him with feminine hunger. Oliver enters the room as if it is perfectly normal to see. Kendall, meanwhile, stands rooted at the top of the stairs, awed and aroused.

Oliver leaves the living room, going to the kitchen briefly and returning with an opened beer to replace the empty one beside James. James takes it with a grunt. “Thanks, slut,” he says, and he smacks Oliver’s ass on Oliver’s way out. Oliver leaves with a smile, returning to the kitchen to prepare supper.

Kendall stammers.

Noticing her on a commercial break, James grins. He mutes the television while staring her in the eyes. “Well, look what we have here. Glad you decided to come home, slut.”

Swallowing her rising anxiety and confusion down, and staring fixedly at her mother drooling on James’ shaft, Kendall struggles to form words. “I came...you told me to come.” She clears her throat. “Daddy.”

James laughs. “And you always do what your daddy says, don’t you?”

Kendall nods without thinking, mesmerized by her mother. So far, Paige hasn’t even acknowledged Kendall, but when she does notice her daughter, Paige only stops to wink in Kendall’s direction before returning to her work. She bobs her head on James wetly, gagging as she takes him to the edge of her throat and stroking her saliva into his shaft as she does.

“As you can see, this is my house now, and I let your mother and sister live here with me.”

Kendall blinks, returning to reality enough to think to correct James, but the sight of her mother slurping so obediently is too much. Overwhelmed, she only nods in response, murmuring, “I can see that.” It bothers her to realize it, but both Paige and Oliver seem happy like this, happier than Kendall has seen them for a long time. Kendall herself is deeply aroused, even if slightly worried, by the raw masculine power James is displaying right now.

Paige slurps James dutifully, showing greater desire and skill than Kendall ever has. She strokes and throats him with knowing ease, each stroke being perfectly timed and subtle. Her attention is fixed and reverent, trained by time and mastered with enthusiasm. It is like Kendall isn’t even there and, considering how Paige used to hate James, it only serves to arouse Kendall more deeply.

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