No; the power corrupts you

Seeing his outstretched hand, you feel more aware of your growing feelings of possessiveness toward Melanie. You know she’s happily married, and Greg’s a nice man who hasn’t treated you badly at all... But now that you’ve had a taste of this woman, you don’t want to share. You will not.

The shred of guilt you feel doesn’t hold up as the power corrupts you further. So what if they're married? What does that matter to you? You have the power, and now you’ll have what you want. You’ll have her. Melanie will be yours, and only yours.

“My wants and needs matter more than yours, Dad," you say, idly playing with Melanie's tits. "Don’t you remember?” Her breasts are so big and beautiful, with just a little sag. The soft skin is stained with your spit and her own milk, small teeth marks from when you were a bit too enthusiastic. You begin teasing her nipples in your hands, and Melanie lets out small gasps every time you squeeze one. She’s still smiling in that and even through the lusty gloss in her eyes you can almost feel her love for you.

Greg’s arm freezes, and he has a weird look on his face as he draws back. “...Right, sorry. You two take your time, and I’ll just go watch some TV.”

“Actually, we’ll join you,” you reply. “I’m pretty tired from all the thrusting.” Not true; you're far from tired, and your balls don't really feel like you just unloaded inside Melanie, although the stickiness inside of her tells a different story.

___

Moments later, you and Greg are sitting on the couch and looking for something interesting to watch. Well, Greg is, at least; you aren’t really paying attention, since you're too busy looking at the woman kneeling beneath you.

“That’s it Mommy, lick that dick all over. You love sucking me off. Yeah, that’s nice,” you mutter. So far, you've told Melanie a bunch of things that all ultimately focus on her devotion for you. You're well on the way to molding her into the perfect Mommy-slut.

“You love the taste of my cum.”

“You get turned on whenever you feed me your milk.”

“You’ll let me do all sorts of dirty things to you, regardless of when and where. You're allowed to object, but you won’t resist.”

“You love me. You love me the most.”

With each sentence you speak, you feel the blood rushing to your head as you enjoy the high of power. Is this what they meant when they said "absolute power corrupts absolutely?" Probably.

Melanie is dutifully servicing your dick, and as per your request, she's looking you straight in the eyes while doing so. Melanie slobbers all over your rod, leaving a sloppy trail of spit on your crotch.

Absolute corruption feels pretty damn good.

“Take it between your titties now, slut,” you say, smiling down at her.

Melanie stops licking for a moment and glares at you, “Language, young man! That’s not how you should speak to your mother,” she admonishes, hefting her generous rack onto your cock and pressing her breasts together. You let out a moan as you're enveloped in her soft tit-flesh.

“Yeah, language.” Greg whispers, too distracted by the sight in front of him to even think properly. You feel a surge of pity for him, but it soon passes.

“You love it when I **** you, Mommy,” you continue, still grinning. “You get turned on when I boss you around and call you filthy names. You love spoiling me, and you love it when I know I can get you to do whatever I want.

"Now, why don’t you put that pretty little mouth to better use and suck the head of my dick, Mommy-slut?”

Melanie trembles and tries to glare at you in what she probably thinks is a stern manner, but obeys nonetheless. You throw your head back and groan as the tip of your cock is disappears into her hot, wet mouth while the rest of your shaft is pleasured by her breasts.

Greg has the hand with the remote in it outstretched, but hasn’t pressed a button for the last few minutes. His face is focused on his wife as she sucks and services their son.

“Like what you see, Dad?”

“Huh? What? Y-yeah, son. Your mom’s great at giving head, and she looks great while doing it too," he replies in a shaky voice, barely glancing away from the sight of her sucking on your rod. “The way she’s doing it now really takes me back to our college years.”

“Oh? Was mom the hot number on campus?” You glance at Melanie and find her blushing, even as she teases the underside of your cockhead with her tongue, bathing it in her warm drool.

“She was real hot, but played really hard to get too. Made me wait 'till marriage before we got to have any-ah, fun.” Greg says, grinning now. He sure is having fun reminiscing... That’s all he has left from his old life now.

“Well, I had to be sure you were serious about us,” Melanie says, removing her head from your cock to speak, but not stopping the titjob. Greg gives an awkward chuckle in reply.

“So, you’re enjoying watching your wife suck me off, Dad? Did you enjoy watching me fuck her, too?”

Greg’s laughs stop, and he looks bewildered.

“It sure seems like you are,” you say, patting Melanie on the head. “Mommy-slut, that’s enough of a warm up. I want you to give me your best blowjob to date. I want you to slowly take as much of my dick as you can fit into your mouth. There’s no need to rush... Take your time, slut.”

After a few moments, Greg finally replies: “Yeah, I... I am enjoying it. It looks really hot.”

You offer the man a small smile. “Geez, Dad. You’re getting turned on by watching your son and your wife have sex? That’s sick," you continue, shaking your head as Melanie's lips creep further up your shaft. "You should be ashamed of yourself.”

Greg flushes a deep shade of red and swallows hard as Melanie’s eyes dart to him angrily. Even as she glares, and he shifts uncomfortably in his seat, she continues sucking you off; she knows to prioritize you over their personal issues.

“You’ve really let your family down, Dad. But most importantly you let Mommy down, both as a man and as a husband,” you say, watching with satisfaction as the man squirms and shrinks away from you with every word you speak.

“I, uh, it’s not like that,” Greg mumbles lamely as he tries unsuccessfully to cover his erection with his hands, which instead causes Melanie’s gaze to fall to it. She rolls her eyes and turns her gaze back to you.

You sit there and enjoy Melanie’s blowjob while Greg sweats nervously in his seat.

“This would normally be enough reason for Mommy to kick you out of the house. She's not the sort to tolerate weakness in her mate,” you continue leisurely. “...But we’re family, and we can work through all this if we try. In fact, I have the solution to all of your problems, but you must trust me and do as I say.”

Greg nods quickly and wipes his sweat with the back of his hand.

“We can?" Greg whispers, still watching with wide eyes as more and more of your cock disappears into his wife’s lips. “I... I’ll do anything.”

“With this pathetic display of yours, it's pretty much guaranteed that Mom won't physically want anything to do with you moving forward, she can't respect a man who can't take charge over his woman. But with me in the picture, she no longer needs you. I’ll be her partner, I'll satisfy her in bed... and outside it.

“We’ll allow you to jack off while we’re going at it, so you're not being totally left out. You’ll still be her husband, but you don’t get to have sex with her or touch her sexually ever again, okay?" You know it's a tough sell, so you give him an encouraging smile and double down. "Sounds good, right? You should be relieved and grateful.”

Greg nods again and then rushes to take his pants off. Unbuckling his belt, he pushes them down to the floor along with his underwear. The moment his cock is out, he begins jacking off to the sight of Melanie slowly taking more and more of your own member into her mouth.

You try to say something in approval, but it comes out as more of a groan. Looking down at Melanie, you can see that she's watching her bottomless husband. “Eye contact, Mommy,” you remind her, and her eyes immediately dart back to yours. “That’s a good slut. You’re my obedient Mommy-slut, aren’t you?”

Melanie’s cheeks flush and she groans around your cock. “Esh, I ahm.” she replies.

She makes it to about six inches before she starts gagging. Her eyes blink up tears as she tries to take more. Unable to go further, she leans back and comes up gasping for air.

“That’s--“ she coughs. “...I can’t take more, baby. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, Mommy-slut. I’ll help you practice. Let’s try again,” you say reassuringly. “Play with yourself. Dad’s jacking off and I’m getting this incredible blowjob... Doesn’t seem fair to you.”

“Stop worrying about me, my sweet boy,” Melanie says with a sweet smile, the area around her lips covered in drool.

You grab hold of her head with both of your hands and bring it down to your crotch. You begin to push her down slowly, groaning as the warmth envelops your cock for the second time. At the six-inch mark she begins to gag again, and you let go so she can ease up.

Surprisingly, she holds your hands and brings them back to her head, fire in her eyes. ‘I can do this!’ they seem to tell you. Grinning, you oblige. You push her further down onto your cock, holding her at seven inches. Melanie gags and chokes, drool spilling out from the sides of her lips, but she stubbornly doesn’t break eye contact. You pull her up, let her take in air, and pull her down again.

After a few strokes you begin to speed up, the deepthroat session turning into a full-on facefuck. More and more of your cock is enveloped by her throat as it stretches to accommodate your sizeable girth, and you begin caring less about her comfort as the familiar pressure in your balls builds up.

Pulling out for a moment, you look directly into her eyes as she gasps for precious air. "You'll take the whole thing in, whore," you say through gritted teeth. "You'll take it all in... because you love me.”

She gives you a small nod, parting her lips to allow your throbbing monster back in. You notice that she has both hands at her pussy, furiously working it over.

“Ah, fffuuuck," you grunt as you **** your meat down her throat. With each thrust, you push more of yourself in. Her nose hits your pubes, and she lets out a happy “mmph” between gags.

You hold her there as the pleasure causes your control to slip, and with an even louder grunt you begin firing your jism directly down her throat. Her eyes widen and roll up, and then her whole body begins to shake; she's reached her climax as well. After a moment you pull out, coating her face with the last few shots of jizz from your twitching member.

Melanie kneels there, gasping and drooling. Her hair is a mess, and she looks exhausted. She still takes your cock into her mouth and slowly begins cleaning it, occasionally popping it out to give it a kiss.

“Good job, Mommy," you murmur, totally spent. "You just love the taste of my cum, huh?”

She smiles up at you, licking her lips. "You know I do, baby." She uses her fingers to wipe up some of the cum decorating her face and tits, then puts them in her mouth and closes her eyes while savoring the taste. “Mmm... It really is my favourite flavour, John.”

After making sure that all your semen is wiped off, she gets up from the ground. “I should go check up on Hanna, and maybe take a shower... Unless you need me?”

“I’m good for now, Mommy,” you reply, shamelessly ogling her naked form. "But only for now."

Melanie’s hair is disheveled from your less than gentle handling, and some strands are stuck together with cum. Her heavy tits are still spotted with dry spit, milk, and teeth marks. Beads of sweat drip down her thighs, along with your combined juices.

Reaching out and grabbing her left boob, you lean in and give it a hard suck. As soon as you get a mouthful of milk, you release releasing it with a pop. She gasps at the sensation, and in surprise as you pull her head down. Her lips immediately part as you move to kiss her, sharing her milk between your locked lips. When your mouths part, she looks into your eyes with both motherly love and smoldering lust.

“You love how _you_ taste too, Mom," you tell her. "Especially when you’re licking the juices off of me.”

Melanie blushes, and glances down at your recovering erection.“You're sure you don’t want me to stay?”

“You should do your chores while I’m letting you,” you reply, letting her go. You watch her ass sway as she walks away and up the stairs.

When she's gone you glance at Greg, who's cleaning up his own cum with a wad of tissues. “Don’t you feel lucky to have such a loving family, Dad?”

“Sure do, son. Sure do,” he says quietly, smiling at you.

You let out a satisfied sigh, thinking about what you want to do next. You still have to call your cousin... Or maybe you should join your mother in the shower. You can have anything you want, now that the world is your plaything.