Man of the house #2 - The Dinner

The moment Nate entered the kitchen would probably be the most precious moment of his life. There she was, Isabella Ramirez, or as Elena called her, 'Mommy'. She was a towering Amazonian figure with a physique that could make any man drop to his knees. Her massive ass looked like it was sculpted by the gods themselves, each cheek so firm and round it was like two melons that defied gravity. Her muscular legs, thick with power and covered in a light sheen of sweat, led up to a back that was a masterpiece of muscular definition.

"Oh, dear, you are hear?" Her voice was like velvet, wrapping around Nate like a warm blanket, drawing him closer despite his trepidation. Isabella turned from the stove, a wooden spoon in hand, and his eyes were immediately drawn to her massive chest. Her absolute udders, encased in a sports bra that was barely able to contain them, jiggled slightly as she moved. Her torso was a marvel of muscular definition, each abdominal muscle clearly visible, hinting at the power hidden beneath her tight-fitting tank top.

"Yes mommy, can I introduce you to Nate?" Elena's voice was high-pitched and filled with excitement as she tugged Nate into the kitchen.

Isabella looked at Elena, "Did Daddy...?" She had a gentle, happy look on her face, and Elena nodded. "Good job," she told Elena with a proud voice, like a cat purring. Then she held out her hand to Nate, "Welcome to our house." Her handshake was strong, but her voice was still soft.

"My pleasure, Mrs. Ramirez," Nate managed, his voice a tad shaky. Isabella just smiled at his shyness. "Please, sit at the table," she told him. "I'll bring dinner when Daddy arrives."

Waiting for dinner was a silent affair, the only sounds being Isabella's occasional clanging of pots and pans as she moved around the kitchen. The air grew thick with the delicious aroma of roasting meat and vegetables, making Nate's stomach rumble. He couldn't help but sneak glances at Elena's mother every time she bent over to check on something in the oven, her ass flexing and stretching the fabric of her shorts. It was both fascinating and intimidating, like watching a predator move in for the kill.

When Kyle arrived, the mood shifted immediately. Just in couple of seconds Isabella's entire demeanor changed. Gone was the Amazonian warrior queen. Her head that held high and proud, now tilted slightly to the side, her eyes wide and hopeful as she looked at... the man of the house. "The dinner is all ready." Her voice was so needy and more submissive, and Nate had to blink a few times to ensure he wasn't hallucinating.

Kyle barely acknowledged his presence as he took his seat at the head of the table, a smug smile playing on his lips as Isabella scurried around, setting the plates down with a flourish. "Daddy, this is your favourite ," she said, placing a plate of perfectly seasoned steak in front of him.

Elena, eager to impress, took her place at Nate's side, attempting to mirror Isabella's attentive servitude. She leaned in, her breasts pressing against the fabric of her dress, and whispered, "I know you're not a steak person, Nate, but that is what Daddy likes." As she spoke, her hand grazed his thigh, sending a jolt through him. She reached for the serving bowl, her eyes flicking towards Kyle as she did so. In that split second, her grip slipped, and a dollop of gravy splattered onto Nate's pants. "Oh no, I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide with horror.

But Nate, though surprised, was quick to recover. He glanced down at the gravy stain with a **** smile, playing it cool while his mind raced. He noticed that Isabella's hand slid under the table and disappeared into Kyle's lap. He turned to his girlfriend to see if she had noticed, but she was too busy fussing over the mess to pay attention to anything else. "It's no problem, Elena," he said, his voice tight.

Isabella's hand remained hidden beneath the table, her arm moving slightly as she probably caressed Kyle's thigh. Kyle's expression didn't change, but his eyes did widen just a bit, and his smug smile grew broader. Meanwhile, Elena was frantically blotting at the gravy with a napkin, her face flushed with embarrassment. Finally, she managed to clean the stain, and with a shy smile, she turned her attention to Nate's plate.

"Let's get you something else to drink," she said, reaching for the juice pitcher. Nate's eyes followed her movements as she took the pitcher, and turned to Kyle, carefully filling his glass to the brim. Kyle nodded in approval, and Elena's face lit up at the slightest recognition. She turned back to Nate, and as she leaned over to fill his glass, she lost her balance slightly. The juice spilled out, cascading down the table and onto the floor.

"Oh no!" she gasped, her eyes wide with mortification. Without missing a beat, Isabella dropped to her knees, her powerful thighs flexing as she grabbed a towel from the kitchen counter. She began to dab at the spill, her movements swift and precise. "Please continue eating. Elena, sit down." she said calmly, not looking up from her task.

Elena's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of crimson as she sat down and watch her mom go under the table. Nate was not sure why would she do that, since the spilled juice was closer to her end of the table. But than he heard it. The sound of wet, slurping noise that grew louder and more intense with every second that passed. His eyes shot to Kyle, who sat with a smug smile on his face, his hand disappearing under the table.

Nate turned to his girlfriend only to see her slowly forking her food, her eyes glued to her plate, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. He leaned in closer, his voice low and gentle. "Elena, are you okay?"

Elena's gaze darted up to meet his, a storm of emotions playing across her face. "I'm fine," she murmured, though her voice was tight, betraying her nerves. "It's just... Well, I told you before. I wish Daddy would treat me more like mommy." A particularly loud slurp echoed through the kitchen, and Nate felt his cock twitch in his pants.

"What do you mean, like your mom?" he asked, trying to keep his voice even despite the growing tension in his groin. The wet sounds grew more pronounced, and he was pretty sure that wasn't just juice Isabella was cleaning up.

Elena's cheeks burned brighter, and she spoke in a barely audible whisper. "You know, more...attention." Her eyes darted under the table, then back to her plate. "It's just...it's so hard to be around sometime."

Nate nodded, his mind racing as he listened to the wet, sucking noises. Kyle let out a low grunt of pleasure, and Isabella's head emerged from under the table. She had a smear of white slime across her cheek, and her finger was coated in it. She licked it off with a slow, deliberate motion, her eyes locking with Nate's for a brief moment before returning to Kyle. The sight was both confusing and incredibly arousing, and Nate felt his cock thicken in his pants.

"Thank you, baby," Kyle murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. Nate couldn't believe what was happening, but his own body's response was undeniable. He looked down at his plate, trying to focus on his food, but the aroma of the steak did little to distract him from the scene that happened in front of him.

Nate couldn’t take it anymore. "Elena," he said softly, but firmly, catching her attention. "What was that? What’s going on?"

Elena’s face softened, and she sat back in her chair, looking at Nate with a mixture of sincerity and something else—something Nate couldn’t quite place. "It’s just... Kyle’s the man of the house, Nate," she said, her voice almost reverent. "He’s taking care of us. Mom’s so happy with him. He makes everything so good. That’s why she takes care of him the way she does."

Nate sat back in his chair, processing her words. It made a twisted sort of sense to him, but it didn’t sit right. "The man of the house...?" he repeated, almost in disbelief.

"Yeah, that’s why we do everything for him," Elena added, her eyes alight with respect. "You are about to understand it, Nate."

Kyle looked at Nate with a knowing smile, then turned to Isabella. "Izzy, why don’t you go and start cleaning up?" he said casually, waving his hand dismissively. Then, the amazonian queen stood up and began to clear the dishes. Her muscles flexing under her tight clothes as she piled the plates on the counter.

Nate watched in disbelief as Kyle leaned back in his chair. Elena noticed and gave him a small smile before whispering, "Why don’t you come help my mommy with the dishes?"

Nate stood up, his heart racing with a confusing mix of arousal and bewilderment. He couldn’t help but feel the heat radiating from Isabella’s body as she brushed past him to clear the dishes. He tried to keep his gaze averted, focusing on the task at hand, but out of the corner of his eye, he couldn’t ignore the sight of Elena perched on Kyle’s lap. She held a spoon in her delicate hand, her eyes sparkling with a newfound enthusiasm as she carefully guided it to Kyle’s lips.

The sight was almost too much for Nate to bear, he was about to protest, but Isabella's authoritative voice cut through the air. "Nate, please grab that plate for me," she said, pointing at the one Kyle had been eating from. The way she looked at him, with such command in her eyes, made him feel like a puppy eager to obey. He took the plate, his hand trembling slightly. The wet noises had stopped, but the tension in the room was palpable.

"Elena, why don't you go set the table for dessert?" Isabella suggested, her tone still carrying that same firmness. She stepped closer to Nate, her muscular frame almost brushing against him, and took the plate from his hand. "You're doing so well," she murmured, her breath hot against his ear. "You're going to fit in perfectly."

Her words sent a shiver down his spine, and Nate found himself nodding, unsure of what he was agreeing to. He followed her to the sink, his eyes glued to her powerful backside as she moved with an animalistic grace. She handed him a dishcloth and a plate, indicating for him to start drying. The warmth of her hand lingered on his, and he couldn't help but feel a strange mix of excitement and fear.

"You know," she began, her voice a purr, "you're going to have to get used to this. It's how we do things here."

He looked up at her, trying to read her expression, but all he saw was a flicker of something primal in her eyes. "But why?" he finally asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Isabella took a deep breath, her chest heaving with the effort. "Because the man of the house makes the rules. Say it! " Her eyes never left Nate's, a challenge sparking within them.

Nate's mind reeled, trying to comprehend what was happening. His girlfriend, and now her mom, all making him say the same thing. It is obvious anyway, isn't it? The way Isabella looked at Kyle, the way she served him, the way she... Nate swallowed hard, trying to push the thought out of his head. "Kyle is the man of the house," he murmured, the words feeling sweet on his tongue.

Isabella's smile grew, a predatory glint in her eye. "Very good," she said, her voice a silky purr. "Now, time for dessert!"

Nate's eyes widened as he watched Isabella and Elena each pick up a spoonful of ice cream, their eyes locked on Kyle. They approached him with a synchronized grace, each holding their spoon out to him. Kyle leaned back in his chair, watching them with a look of pure enjoyment. They leaned in, and Nate held his breath as they both placed the ice cream on their tongues and leaned closer to Kyle. He couldn’t believe what was about to happen.

Their lips met Kyle's, one after the other, the cold dessert mixing with the warmth of their mouths. The kiss was long and lingering, and when they pulled away, ice cream trailed from their lips to Kyle's, creating a sticky, sweet mess that Nate couldn't tear his eyes away from.