Man of the house#3 - Proposal

Nate sat in a daze as the dinner concluded, the plates being cleared by the maid. His thoughts were racing, struggling to comprehend the peculiar undercurrent that flowed through this seemingly normal family gathering. This wasn’t the evening he’d anticipated. Isabella told Elena that she had "enough ice-cream," and now his girlfriend was sad siting near him.

As the ice-cream dome disappeared, Kyle and Isabella rose from their seat in unison, the latter practically stumbling over herself to stay in step with the former’s leisurely stride. Kyle ambled toward the living room, not bothering to look back, as if he knew she’d follow. And she did, her posture now bent into a submissive arch, a stark contrast to the commanding presence she’d exuded earlier. Nate couldn’t help but gape as she trailed after Kyle, her actions speaking louder than any words could.

Elena, noticing Nate’s bewilderment, hastily left her chair to join the pair. She cast a fleeting, **** smile his way before scurrying after Kyle and her mother. Nate felt a pang of isolation as he watched them leave the dining room.

Once in the living room, Kyle settled into the couch, his presence dominating the space as if it were a throne. Without so much as a nod to Isabella, he stretched out his legs, and she immediately dropped to her knees before him. Her eyes gleamed with a fiery lust that seemed almost painful in its intensity. She peeled off his socks and began to massage his feet with a dedication that was almost worshipful.

Elena hovered nearby, her gaze locked onto Kyle’s face, yearning for his attention. She watched her mother service him, a silent plea in her eyes for Kyle to notice her, too. Nate’s shock grew as Isabella started to lick Kyle’s toes and soles with an enthusiasm that could only be described as obscene.

Nate tried to hide his disbelief as Isabella’s mouth moved from Kyle’s toes to his soles, her tongue tracing the contours with a hunger that was palpable in the air. The room grew thick with a tension that was both electrifying and suffocating. Elena’s cheeks flushed, and she let out a whimper that seemed to resonate in the very fabric of the house. Her eyes remained glued to the scene before her, a silent plea swimming in the depths of her gaze.

Isabella looked up at Elena, her eyes flashing with a mix of amusement and challenge. With a sigh that seemed to carry the weight of the world, she beckoned her daughter closer with a swing of her hand. "Elena, baby, come here. You've been staring like a lost puppy. Do you want to help me with Daddy's feet?"

Elena's breath hitched, and she jumped from Nate's side, crossing the short distance to her mother and kneeling down with an eagerness that she couldn't conceal. "Elena? What's gotten into you?" Nate whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of his own racing heart.

Ignoring Nate's question, Elena leaned in, her eyes never leaving Kyle's as she took one of his thick, calloused feet in her delicate hands. She kissed his sole with a reverence that sent a shiver up Nate's spine.

Elena's tongue darted out, tentative at first, but growing bolder as it met with Kyle's skin. She sucked his big toe into her mouth, her eyes fluttering closed as she savored the taste. Nate felt his stomach churn, his mind struggling to reconcile the sight with the girl he was in love with.

"You see, Nate," Elena murmured, her voice thick with arousal as she released Kyle's toe with a wet pop, "It's about respect and loyalty to the man who owns us."

Her eyes shone with a newfound excitement as she glanced up at Kyle, who returned her gaze with a knowing smirk. "You're the man of the house, Daddy," she whispered, her voice a sweet symphony of submission. "Mommy and I both know it. My cuckold father know that."

Kyle chuckled, his belly jiggling with the **** of his mirth. "That's right," he said, his voice like velvet. "And I guess your future hubby should learn that too, huh?"

Nate's eyes snapped to Elena's, searching for a clue, a hint of the girl he knew beneath the veneer of this submissive creature. Her response was a soft, "Yes, Daddy," that sent a bolt of anger and jealousy through him.

Elena took Kyle's other foot, her slender fingers caressing the arch as she kissed and nibbled along the instep. "There's nothing better than making the man of the house happy," she said, her voice a siren's song. She took Kyle's big toe in her mouth, suckling it with an enthusiasm that seemed to light her up from within.

Isabella watched them with a smug smile, her own need apparent in the way her chest rose and fell rapidly. "Nate," she said, her voice a purr, "why don't you sit down and watch? This is how a real man is pampered."

Nate felt rooted to the spot, his body torn between the urge to flee and the morbid curiosity to see what would happen next. He lowered himself to the couch, his eyes never leaving the tableau before him. Elena's eyes met his, and then she winked and moved in between Kyle's thighs, and reached for his shorts.

Nate was about to reach for his love, but was stopped by the strong hands of Isabella, her grip firm yet gentle. "Nate, I know this is a lot to take in, but you need to understand," she began, her voice measured and commanding. "Kyle, Daddy, he is the best thing that ever happened to us. He’s not like other boys. He’s a real man, the only real man."

Her eyes flicked to her daughter, who finally wished Kyle's dick out of his pants and now tried to breath in as much of his musk as she could, her nose buried in his groin. "Nate," Isabella said, her voice firm yet tender, "Elena is a good girl, and she needs a good, reliable man like you."

Nate's mind reeled, trying to piece together the twisted logic behind her words. "But... she's... she's...," he stuttered, unable to find the words to express his disbelief.

"I know, Nate," Isabella said, her tone soothing, "It's a bit... unorthodox, but Kyle has certain... preferences. He enjoys married women, you see. That was his condition for my little daughter." She got interrupted by a loud slurp from Elena, who was now deep-throating Kyle’s cock with a passion that seemed to defy her slender frame. "Since he made me his slut, and my hubby into a cuckold," Isabella's hand reached for her crotch, and she made an apologetic smile, "I am sorry dear, talking about how much better Daddy is to my hubby always makes me wet, do you mind?"

Nate's eyes went wide as Isabella began to rub herself, her strong thumb circling her clit through her drenched panties. "Mom," Elena mumbled around Kyle's cock, her eyes never leaving her Daddy's, "Let Nate get you ready for Daddy."

Isabella leaned back, her hand slipping from her pants, and beckoned Nate closer with a crooked finger. "Come here," she said, her voice dripping with honey, "make Mommy happy."

With a tremble that wasn't entirely from revulsion, Nate found himself kneeling before her. He could see the slickness of her arousal through the fabric of her yoga pants, a stark testament to her desire. He took a deep breath, his heart hammering in his chest, and leaned in, his nose filling with her musky scent.

He could feel Elena's eyes on him, her own need mirrored in the way she bobbed her head, her cheeks hollowing as she worked Kyle's length. He took a moment to appreciate her slender throat, the way she moved, and then pushed aside his doubt. This was his girlfriend's mother, and she was asking him to perform a lewd act. He knew he should be repulsed, but there was something about the situation that made his own cock throb with anticipation.

With a tremble in his hand, Nate peeled back Isabella’s yoga pants, exposing her glistening wetness to the dimly lit room. She spread her legs wider, her confidence unshaken as she guided him closer to her core. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, and leaned in, his tongue tentatively touching her folds.

The taste was intoxicating, a mix of sweetness and musk that seemed to dance on his tongue. He watched her face, her eyes closed in ecstasy, her mouth forming a pleasant smile he licked and kissed her labia. Her thighs, thick and powerful, began to quiver around his head, and Nate realized with a start that Isabella was close to climax. He felt the pressure of her legs tighten around his head, as if she was about to crush him in her passion.

But then, she gasped, and her thighs loosened their vice-like grip. "That's enough," Kyle's deep voice rumbled from his throne, and Isabella obeyed, her legs parting with a sigh. "Looks like Mommy's ready for me," Kyle said, his cock thick and proud, glistening with Elena's saliva.

Isabella looked down at Nate with a knowing smile, her eyes glazed with lust. "Thank you, baby," she cooed, her voice a mix of affection and condescension. She stood up, towering over him, her powerful legs trembling slightly. "Now, it's Daddy's turn."

She made a couple steps before planting her knees around Kyle's waist, her thighs flexing as she straddled him. Kyle’s hands roamed over her firm, muscular buttocks, squeezing and spreading them apart as Elena lined his cock up with her mom's dripping wet entrance. Nate watched in awe as the woman who could kill him with a twist of her thighs, lowered herself onto the fat nerd's cock.

"Oh, Daddy," she moaned, her voice deep and guttural, "you're so big, so much for Mommy."

Isabella threw her head back, her eyes squeezed shut as Kyle’s cock filled her completely. Her powerful thighs tightened around him, her whole body convulsing in what Nate could only assume was an instant orgasm. The sight was mesmerizing, and Nate felt his own arousal spike despite the chaos in his mind.

Elena watched the scene before her with a mix of envy and excitement. She reached out and gently tugged at Nate’s arm, pulling him away from the couch. Her touch was feather-light, yet insistent. "Let’s go, Nate," she whispered, her voice filled with a need that was both **** and alluring.

Nate's eyes never left the erotic dance of his girlfriend’s parents until Elena’s voice brought him back to reality. "But..." he stuttered, his mind racing to process the events of the evening.

"Nate," she said, her voice taking on a serious tone, "Daddy only fucks married women, remember?" She looked at him with a sad smile that seemed to hold a world of unspoken desires. "So, I won't be able to cum like mommy before we're married."

Nate felt his world spin as Isabella's voice started begging the man of the house to take her harder. He looked at the love of his life and dropped on his knee with a tremble that was more from passion than fear. "Elena," he said, his voice shaky but earnest, "will you marry me?"

Elena's eyes widened, and she paused for a moment, her hand hovering over Kyle's cock. She looked at Nate with a mix of surprise and excitement. "Really?" she breathed, her voice a soft whisper that seemed to fill the room.

Kyle's hand stilled on Isabella's back, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in the scene. "What's going on over there?" he grunted, his voice thick with lust.

"Nate just asked me to marry him," Elena said, her voice filled with a joy that seemed to light up the room. She looked at her mother, whose face was a mask of surprise and arousal.

Isabella's expression shifted from shock to a slow smile that grew wider by the second. "Well, isn't that sweet," she purred, her hips still rocking gently on Kyle's cock. "What do you say, Elena? Will you make Daddy happy and marry your sweet little cuckold?"

Elena looked into Nate’s eyes, her own filled with a fiery passion. "Yes," she whispered, "I'll marry you."