The Friends form a New Life

It would be about an hour before my daughter arrived, and in the interim I let Calvin fuck me on the island while Freddy watched, wonderstruck, and visibly excited for what was to come. He wrang his hands and paced about the room as Calvin held me by the ankles and pounded into my pussy roughly, sloppily licking at the soles of my feet. I thought it strange, but didn't say anything; I wasn't about to be rude to my guests.

He exploded inside me and collapsed onto a nearby stool, wiping the sweat from his brow and leaving me leaking onto the table. I gasped for air, but since Calvin finished his attention had totally left me. The boy turned back to his friend and started plotting the next phases of a plan. I saw them whispering back and forth to each other before finally turning and offering up more commands.

"Mrs. Carlson," said Calvin, "Freddy and I are your sons. You love us more than anything in the world, and because we're so much smarter than you, it's only fair that we run everything and everyone in the house! Also, you hate Charlie and your husband, and will see to it they move out as soon as possible. You and I will share the master bedroom, and Freddy will move into Lilly's room."

"Of course!" I said, hopping off the table and enveloping my son into a big, Mama Bear hug. "I would do anything for my two perfect, precious boys. You're much more intelligent than me, after all." Calvin snuggled into my large breasts during our naked embrace, and played with my fat ass until he pulled away. I looked at him adoringly, then to my other son, who giggled at our unabashed display of love.

"Awesome," Calvin noted, eyes fixed on my face. "You can start by taking all of Charlie's and your husband's stuff and throwing them into some trash bags. Freddy and I need time to recharge." With that, he walked over and plopped his sweaty body down onto our white linen couch. It would leave a huge mess, but I knew if my sons delegated it to me, I would clean the sofa like my life depended on it.

I affirmed what Calvin wanted me to do and set about my task, as the boys relaxed and discussed using the remote on their families, as well as on the women and girls who attended the university nearest us. From the bits I was able to catch, Calvin wanted to "appoint" me to a professorship there, and have me and another sexy instructor clinging to his arms as he showed us off around campus.

Freddy longed for a white girl (or two) who would serve as his cool college girlfriends. He pictured himself, a senior in high school, watching seniors at the university wrestle for the right to give him a tongue-bath. The winner would work on his body while Lilly tended to his cock. The boys sat back and started frantically rubbing their crotches as the fantasy, soon to be reality, became vivid to them.

Meanwhile, they watched me work, and Calvin ordered me to pick up the pace as I ran from room to room, throwing my family's valuables in the garbage. Even the normally reserved Freddy started chiming in, demanding that I crawl when I was in the presence of my glorious sons. I obeyed, and they snickered when I dropped, my muscled ass and boobs jiggling with every scurry across the floor.

There wasn't much time left, but they didn't care. The boys used my credit card to purchase a nice, extravagant dinner and dessert for themselves. I asked if Lilly and I would be able to eat some, but this was clearly the worst thing I could've done. Calvin's gaze grew cold, and he scolded me, ranting about how he would have to punish me for that little request later.

Freddy piped up at that, considering it a step too harsh, but he shut up quickly when Calvin waved the remote around, a silent threat of the ultimate power he now wielded. My inexplicably dark son tried to focus on capturing Lilly, while Calvin kept toying with the device in his hands. The gears were visibly turning in his head...

Finally, the delivery guys came with the hot pepperoni pizza and fluffy coconut cake. My lovely kids were perturbed at having to throw on clothes to answer the door, and shooed me away as they accepted the food and brought it to the kitchen. The delicious aroma filled my nostrils, and as much as I wanted a slice of either, I also knew my sons were wise beyond their years for disallowing me the privilege of eating.

A couple of minutes later, the doorbell rang again, prompting them to get up and review exactly what was to be said. They answered it, and though I couldn't see, I was sure my young daughter was standing there on the porch, clad in the pink hoodie and blue jeans she'd taken with her the day before. She was probably peering through her glasses at her brothers, when Calvin began to intone:

"Freddy and I are your brothers. You love us both, but especially Freddy, who you will respect as his loving wife and dickmilker. We are the owners of this house and everyone in it, by virtue of our superior intelligence, and your dad and Charlie, both of whom you hate, should move out at once. You also don't mind if Freddy has sex with other girls."

I stood with my ear against the bedroom wall, confused. Why was Calvin repeating something which Lilly undoubtedly already knew? I hadn't been told to come back out yet, so I just continued to listen. Later, I would hear the boys recounting how my daughter had thrown herself into Freddy's arms, while looking at Calvin with a mix of fear, awe, and deep admiration.