It was Alice's first time home since she'd left for college that fall, and already there were big changes afoot in her life. She had been doing well in her gender studies class, but more importantly, outside of class, she had found romance for the first time in her life. Real romance, not the childless infatuations she’d had in her youth.
It was only natural that her first true romance happened at the same time she'd discovered she was gay, all thanks to the love of her life, Mia. Naturally, her mother Alicia couldn't have been more overjoyed, especially since she'd always been insistent on not making a choice growing up. And though her mother did caution that she shouldn't rush into things, just a week later Alice had proposed with a large diamond ring (bought with the card her mother had told her was for emergencies only).
That was months ago, and in that time Alicia’s concerns had all but died down. Mia turned out to be a lovely girl. Sweet, caring, thoughtful, responsible, and as far as Alicia could tell without actually meeting her, not after Alice just for the money.
The second big change in her life was new, just a week old, and far more troubling than a surprise proposal ever was for the young mother: The relationship between Alice, Mia, and their new "bull", Michael. No matter how much Alice would try and explain the relationship, it made no sense. No matter how empowered or progressive or intersectional or ‘woke’ Alice said it was, the way she described it made it sound like they were nothing more than sextoys that lived for his pleasure.
Hopefully, things would be cleared up this week now that the three of them were staying for the holidays.
As a high-powered CEO of a popular new social media app, Alicia was one of the richest women in the country. It was a bit of a surprise then that she lived so modestly. The house had a gate, but only 7 bedrooms, and there were no maids to carry the luggage the three had brought along. Instead, Alice and Mia started doing it.
As the girl's unpacked the car, Michael walked up the driveway and rapped his knuckles on the door. When he saw the mother, his face split into a grin, "Merry Christmas. Alice never told me she had a sister."
Alicia was somewhat taken aback when she opened the door and saw Michael. She’d expected to see her daughter first, and this was as far from that as you could get. He was tall, towering over her, her head only coming up to his shoulder, and his broad shoulders were almost as wide as the doorway. He had dark skin, kept his head shaved, and when he smiled, his dazzlingly bright smile made her feel afraid.
Her mouth fell open and she just stared at him, unable to think to reply till Alice brought her out of the little panic she’d gone into.
“Da…” Had she been about to call him Daddy? “Michael…! You flirt, that’s my mom! Hi Mom!” She waved as she and Mia came together, laden down with suitcases and backpacks.
Alicia shook her head, quick to recover, “Michael. Yes. Come in. All of you, come in. It’s cold outside.”
Once everyone was gathered inside the foyer, Alice smile brightly, “Well, Mom, let me introduce you. This is Mia.” She hugged her fiancée, arms around her neck, making the other girl blush.
“H-hello. Nice to meet you, ma’am.” Under normal circumstances, Alicia would have been immediately charmed by the polite young woman. She had long, curly red hair held in a ponytail by a large purple ribbon, glasses with thick, black frames that did nothing to conceal what a beauty she was, only making her already large green eyes and long eyelashes pop even more. She was a bit shorter than Alice, but even in her thick sweater, it was easy to see that she was even curvier. G-cup? J? It was hard to tell through the bulky fabric, but either way, it was larger than Alice’s ‘modest’ E-cups.
“And this is Michael.” Alice continued, hugging his arm and pushing her chest against him. Alice took strongly after her mother. Messy black hair she kept cut short, bright eyes full of life and excitement, and a strong, agile body that made her a star libero on the college volleyball team...along with a chest that, if it kept growing as Alicia’s had, would make sure she’d never go pro.
Alicia wondered just what had happened since she’d last seen her daughter. The tomboy was more excited, shining brighter than ever, but to bring home a girl and a boy at the same time...she just didn’t understand children these days.
Still, she loved her daughter and the last thing she wanted to do was cause a rift by coming off as old-fashioned and insensitive, “Mia, Michael, it’s so lovely to meet the both of you. Alice has told me so much about you both. Why don’t we all go to the kitchen, where I have some mulled wine warming?”
"Well, that sounds festive," Michael said as he led the girls to the kitchen, one arm each of their waists. His eyes were wandering, taking in the luxurious decor that Alice had grown up in. "Girls, go ahead and take the bags up to the room we'll be sleeping in." It was clear to everyone but Alicia that he meant the master bedroom, but there was no need to put the host on her guard just yet.
“Yes, Daddy...um, Michael!”
“Yes, sir.”
The girls responded together, then began the somewhat difficult task of hauling everything up the stairs, prepared to make more than one trip together. Their skirts were short enough to draw his eyes upwards, appreciating the sight for a moment before turning back to Mrs. White, "I'll take that wine, but just water for the girls. I know it's the holidays, but I don't think they should be spoiled just because of it."
Alicia didn’t like the way he answered for her own daughter and her girlfriend together, as if he was their parent and not her, but she pursed her lips together and let it pass. It wouldn’t do to start an argument just after they’d gotten in the door.
As she walked into the kitchen, she could feel his eyes on him. Even in mom jeans and a large, comfortable sweater, she couldn’t help feeling like she was exposed before him, that his gaze was lingering on her wide, full hips, or that he could see just how full and heavy her breasts were underneath the thick fabric.
Inside the kitchen, she poured the mulled wine from its steaming pitcher, then one for herself. As he leaned against the kitchen counter, she kept her back straight, still feeling on guard, especially now that she was alone with him.
She couldn’t act that way the entire time they were here though, and she was determined to break the ice, “So...Michael. Alice’s happiness is the most important thing in the world to me. To that end, I want to support every positive influence in her life, and I think she’s old enough to make her own decisions. It’s clear from talking with her these past few weeks that she’s happier than she’s ever been but...I’ll be honest. I still don’t understand the relationship you have with her and Mia. At all. Could you please explain to me. How does this work?”
He put the glass to his lips and had a long drink, looking relaxed and at home as she asked, and he gave a wolf’s smile as he gave his answer, "Of course. I understand your daughter better than you. After all, I knew what she wanted, what she really needed, before she knew it herself."
"Not many people get it at first though. You’re definitely not alone. Even Alice didn’t have a clue. You know, the first time I met her, she splashed her drink in my face. And all over just a squeeze on her ass, and telling her she ought to come back to my place."
"She's come a long way since then. Well-behaved. Respectful. And as you said, happy." He set his glass down, then began to approach Alicia the way a jungle cat would stalk its prey, his gaze boring right into her eyes, "So let me see if I can explain this right. Girls like Alice and Mia...deep down, they realize that they're sluts. Whores. No better than pigs. And that if they want to be anything better than that, there's only one thing to do. They have to do what their bodies are telling them to do deep down: Find an alpha male."
He reached out and gave her shoulder a squeeze, let his thumb play against her throat, "A superior being. The kind that makes their cunts drip. And when they do find him, they need to pass on his genes. Devoting themselves to that, it raises them up. Makes them better than they were. Gives them a purpose. Makes them human. Two pigs can't marry one another, just wallow in their own filth. But once they find their humanity in submission...well, after that, love can bloom." He gave her cheek a pat as if he were explaining the birds and the bees to a child, "At least, that's how I see it. Make sense to you?"
“I...um…” She felt like a deer caught in the headlights. No, a deer staring down a wolf. Her heart was pounding in her chest and her mind felt frozen. His presence was terrifying to her, made her feel weak. Helpless. Arguing with him seemed dangerous, almost impossible.
Almost. But Alicia wasn’t a doe-eyed teen who would buckle for the first man that negged her. She was the CEO of her own Fortune 500 company. And more importantly, she was the mother of a girl who had been in the sights of this predator.
“I think you need to leave.” She said, using the voice she used in the boardroom when she’d tell a shareholder to shut up and sit down, “Alice can call me old-fashioned as much as she likes, I’ll not have you taking advantage of her. So you, young man, can wait outside and I’ll call a taxi for you.”
Instead of backing down, Michael just laughed.
"There it is. Yeah. You've got the same eyes. I wondered where she got it from. But you know, I think Alice had more fire. I wonder why that is." He reached forward, put his hand around her neck, his fingers at the back, just his thumb enough to tilt her chin so she had to look up at him, "Maybe it's because you already had a taste. Already saw how good my bitches have it. You said it yourself. She’s never been happier. And you, you're smarter than she was. Can see your clever mind already came to one conclusion."
Alice shook her head side to side, her eyes shut tight, trying to shut out his words. Her breath was ragged, almost hyperventilating, panting in an unsightly way, making noises, and even with the heavy sweater on, the rise and fall of her large chest was clear as day.
"But can also see that you're not just being rational. Starting to sweat. You can feel it. That knot in your stomach. The part of you that's saying I'm dangerous. That you need to run. That if you don't escape...it's over." He leaned down, his forehead touching hers, "Listen to that part. That's the animal inside of you. And at the end of the day, it was Man that rose up to become more than an animal. You're just a sheep in wolf's clothing. And when your body knows that you can flee, you can't fight...it'll tell you what to do next."
He released her, took a step away, "This wine ain't half bad. Just as I expected, nothing but top shelf product at Alice's home. I think I'll have another one. Pour it for me."
She was trembling now. Her chest felt tight. Her neck could still feel his hand on her throat. She could feel the sweat building up. Adrenaline was pumping hard, forcing her into fight or flight mode. The pitcher was full of hot liquid and made of crystal beside…
The thought of attacking him, challenging him physically, made her body freeze up, every instinct telling her just what a terrible, unsafe idea it was. Running wouldn’t help either. She was cornered, and even if she wasn’t, he could catch her like a lion pouncing on a gazelle. And she couldn’t just abandon Alice.
It took her only a few seconds to start moving, going slowly, carefully pouring a refill for him, not wanting to spill a drop. She felt like she was on a tightrope over a steep drop, with only her wits keeping her aloft/from the plunge.
"Good girl." Those words made something inside of her stir. He breathed in the fruity aroma from the glass, set it back on the counter, leaned in towards her, "You smell like a bitch in heat. A wet slut."
A wet slut? Did he think that threatening her, taking advantage of her daughter, physically intimidating her, was going to arouse her? The arrogance, the entitled--
His hand went between her legs, began to saw against the thin denim of her jeans, "I'd wager my soul you’re soaked even if you're thinking you're more likely to piss yourself." Using the same grip, he pulled her up to her tiptoes, squeezed her chest with his other hand, kneaded it. No matter how much she fought against it, she couldn’t stop her body from responding. Her legs turning to jelly. Whimpers escaping her throat. Hands instinctively grabbing his shoulder as she leaned into him for support, “Stop...no, not here, Alice is...She’s...
"Alice is mine. But how about it, Miss White? Prove to me you're not a needy whore like your daughter and I'll walk right out of this kitchen. You and Alice won't ever see my face again. That sounds fair to you, doesn't it?"
It had to be a trick. He had to be lying. Why would he give up this leverage? Was he really so deluded to think that all women would just willingly submit to him? Or was he testing her? If she left, would he use harsher methods? Would he punish her?
No, it didn’t matter. She had to protect Alice!
“I...I’m not a…” What had happened to her voice? Why did it sound so weak? So unconvincing?
"Disagree." Gently, but firmly, he grabbed her arm, spun her around, then pushed her against the counter, her breasts flattening out on the marble surface. Powerful hands worked the button and zipper of her jeans, and then she could feel her jeans sliding down, a struggle over her large ass, then easily resting mid-thigh. With just her panties in the way now, she could feel his knuckle sliding against her slit while his other hand was on the back of her neck, keeping her pinned in place.
She could hear the wet noise she was making as the fabric slid against her soaked sex.
“Are you going to try and tell me you pissed yourself instead?"
“I...um...I...please...why are you doing this? I’m not...please, just stop...this isn’t right!”
"You've started begging. Good girl. That means you've recognized the kind of position you’re in. You know that you aren't meant to be telling men like me what to do." He gave her ass a harsh slap, more than loud enough to be heard upstairs, "All that's left now is for you to be taught some manners. Just like your girl. You want to be a good girl like her, don’t you?"
“I...hah...I…”
Slap! His hand hammered down on her ass with another slap.
“Yes! Ohhh, I want to be a good girl!” Alice was surprised at the conviction in her voice.
“You’re going to do what I tell you?”
“Yes...I’ll—”
Wham! Another slap, lighting her ass on fire, making her squirm and writhe under his grip as he squeezed her tender flesh, “That’s ‘yes, sir’ when I’m talking to you.”
The spanking was making her cry out, long, high-pitched, frantic whines, “Yes, sir! I’ll do what you tell me to! I’ll be a good girl...sir…!”
He rubbed her tenderized pink flesh and in spite of herself, she could feel her body pushing back against his hand as he gave it another rough squeeze, "You're not going to be covering this ass up in pants ever again. From now on, it's all about easy access. Skirts and thongs. Understand?"
“Yes, sir! Yes...I understand…”
Her fear was starting to melt, but her heart wasn’t slowing down at all. If anything, it was beating faster. She had said she understood, and at the most basic level, she did: he gave the orders, she would obey them. She just didn’t understand why.
“That’s better. You’re learning fast. Much faster than Alice did.”
When he brought up her daughter, Alicia started to struggle. Her maternal instincts were flaring up, and she resolved herself to fight against him. And then he pulled down her panties, and she could feel the head of a cock far larger than her ex-husband’s, far larger than the high-quality dildo she kept locked in a drawer by the bed.
“Good girls deserve a reward, don’t they?” He asked as he started rubbing the head of his cock against her clit.
She bit down on her lower lip. Everything about this was wrong. He was a monster. That he could do this to her innocent daughter was unforgivable. And yet…
“Yes, sir...please...I need it.”
She couldn’t stop herself, no matter how hard she tried. Everything felt like a dream she was burning up in. She was drowning in her own arousal and desperately trying to swim to the surface, no matter what that meant for her future.
“I need your cock, sir. I need you to fuck me...please...I’ll be a good girl. Please, sir. Please...fu-ohh!”
Michael was big, but Alicia had never been so wet, so when he pushed in against her, her body immediately yielded to him, his cock sliding deep inside of her, stretching her out. Her body was betraying her, pushing back against him, going up onto her toes, and when her mouth opened, she sounded drunk, “Oh god...it’s so big, you’re so big, it feelsh…”
He stopped her with a squeeze on her throat and she could feel herself tightening up, squeezing his cock even harder. His pace increased, making her body rock against the counter, bouncing her back and forth.
“Hnn...never expected to find a milf this tight. You’re really sucking me in.” His words were embarrassing, but the pleasure of that compliment was enough to push her to the orgasm that had been building.
She cried out weakly, her teeth clenched and his hand still gripping her throat, but if he noticed her orgasm, his pace only got faster. Every nerve was firing as she was sweating, drooling, cumming on top of the kitchen counter.
“Wow, Mom. I never saw you make that kind of face before.”
Alicia’s eyes went back into focus, and she saw that Alice had come downstairs, changed out of winter outfit, and into a pink babydoll nightie, transparent enough to see her small nipples, more than transparent enough to make it obvious she wasn’t wearing any panties underneath.
Alicia struggled to speak, and mercifully, Michael relaxed his grip, stopped with his cock only half-buried inside of her, and let her say what she wanted, “Alice...no, I’m sorry, I…”
“You love it, don’t you?” Alice was grinning, leaning on the countertop from the other side so they could look each other in the eyes from just a few inches away, “He’s the best, isn’t he?”
“No...it’s wrong, I shouldn’t…” Alicia swallowed. She felt like a failure. Trying to protect her own daughter and instead, she was…
Michael interrupted, “Relax. You can’t fight this. It’s better when you don’t.”
“Mmmn…” He was right. Whatever resistance she had was long gone. Having her daughter see her like this was humiliating, shameful...but none of that stopped her from cumming against his cock again.
“Alright. Now that you’re tame, let’s get a good look at you. Get naked.” Michael pulled out and backed away, and when she did, she saw that Mia had joined them as well, the busty redhead on her hands and knees, crawling after Michael before burying her face in his crotch, licking and cleaning his balls and shaft with her tongue. Like Alice, she’d changed out of her clothes, though in her case she’d stripped down to just a bright red thong that matched her vibrant hair color, her whole body exposed.
“Naked…? Wait, Michael...sir...I…” She’d just been caught having sex with her daughter’s boyfriend (her “bull”...? No, it was obvious who Michael was by now. He was her Master) and she still had her jeans and panties past her knees, but even so, the thought of stripping naked in front of her daughter froze Alicia up.
“C’mon, Mom. Here, let me help.” Alice grabbed the bottom of Alicia’s sweater, pulled it up and over her her, blinding her mother for a frantic moment before the whole thing fell away, revealing the plain beige bra underneath, “Oh come on, I know it can be hard to shop in your sizes, but can’t you afford better?”
Alice got the bra off as well, and Alicia’s chest was exposed to the open air.
“Woah...those can’t be real.” It was the first words she’d said since coming back downstairs, and the sight was enough to temporarily stop her from worshipping Michael’s cock.
“Oh, they’re real all right. I just hope I end up with a pair like this when I’m your age, Mom.” Alice said with a giggle as she slid behind Alicia, reaching around and giving her mother’s breasts a squeeze.
It wasn’t that her breasts were so large. There were still a few porn models with as large or larger. It was that they could be so big and so perfect at the same time. They resisted gravity, sagging into an upturned teardrop shape you’d expect on an 18-year-old’s D-cup rather than the torpedo shape that most women Alicia’s age would have, and they were topped with two areolas just as pink as Alice’s, albeit a little larger. What’s more, with her narrow shoulders and slim waist, they looked even bigger, making her seem off-balance even with her wide, full hips.
“Not bad.” Michael had an appreciative tone, “Let’s see how they feel wrapped around my cock.”
Alicia whimpered, too weak to even make a token effort to push Alice away. Was she really going to do this? Why couldn’t she say no to this man? Didn’t anyone else see just how wrong what he was asking her to do was?
“Yes, sir…”
Alicia stepped out of her shoes, jeans, and panties, wearing just her ankle socks as she crawled along the floor towards Michael. Mia got out of the way, standing up to snuggle against her Master, and Alice joined in from the other side, all three looking down at her. Alicia could feel the heat all the way to her ears. Performing for Michael was one thing...but being an audience for her daughter made things so much worse.
Alicia didn’t want to even consider whether Alice being there made it harder for her to continue, or if the depravity of it just made her all the more eager. Instead, she grabbed her chest in both hands, then wrapped her soft breasts around Michael’s cock. As big as he was, she was able to cover every inch except for the tip of his cock, and she took care of that with her mouth, running her tongue over the exposed head like an ice cream cone.
“No way, Mom, you’re a pro. This isn’t your first tittyfuck, is it?” Alice teased as she rubbed her own breasts against Michael’s arm; in any other room, hers would have been the ridiculously oversized pair, and they suited her young frame well.
“Jealous…” Mia complained from the other side, then whimpering when Michael teased her cunt through the thin fabric of the thong, “...hah...sorry, sir. The only...hahhh...the only thing important is your pleasure…”
It sounded like a lesson she needed reminding of often from the way she said it without any prompting, and her answer was enough for Michael to go from just teasing to pulling her thong aside and penetrating her, “Good girl.”
“Mmmn…” Alice had her chance to get jealous too, insistently rubbing against Michael, making a noise that uncomfortably reminded Alicia of the one she’d make when begging for money for a new outfit not so many years ago.
It must have worked on Michael too, because he pushed two of his fingers deep inside of her as well, roughly fingering both girls, the pair grabbing his arms for support as their legs started getting weak.
“C’mon. Is this the best you can do?” Even if both girls were overwhelmed by pleasure and grinding against him, his eyes were staring straight down at her, “Put your back into it. Your little girl could have milked my cock by now.”
“Yes, sir…!” Now it was Alicia’s turn to be jealous. Her maternal instincts had gone into a deep slumber, and in their place was the desire to please Michael and be center stage in his eyes, even if that meant knocking her own daughter off the platform.
She squeezed her breasts more tightly around his cock, then began moving everything up and down. Three quick strokes, two seconds licking the head of his cock, then repeat. Her breathing went from ragged to exhausted in little time, but she refused to give up.
Mia, then Alice hit their orgasms one right after the other, both girls collapsing to their knees, their heads nuzzling at his thighs.
“Mmm...you look so hot like that, Mommy.” Alice lazily teased, “Master’s new bottom bitch.”
“I was so scared of meeting you...but you’re just another whore like us. It’s such a relief.” Mia added.
Alicia bristled. It was one thing for Michael to talk down to her. But like hell she was going to lose to two girls who had been virgins just a few months ago. She worked harder to massage his cock with her breasts, her stiff nipples sliding up and down his shaft, her mouth swallowing the head of his cock, and when she looked up at him, she let him see her full submission.
“Please, sir...Master...please cum for me. Let me taste you. Let me worship you. I need it. I’m just your sextoy, your whore...I live to suck your cock and taste your cum. Please, Master, cum for me, cum for...mmphff…!!!”
Michael cut her begging off with a hard grip with both hands around her head and a thrust with his cock, sending it into her open mouth and down her throat. Alicia immediately gagged but resisted the urge to bite down with every fiber of her being, telling herself over and over to relax as he started throatfucking her.
She couldn’t breathe, but she didn’t have to hold out long before she felt him tighten up, and then he was cumming down her throat. Her throat worked desperately to swallow, but even then it splashed on her face, dribbled down her chin and onto her breasts, filled her mouth.
“Don’t swallow the rest. Not yet. Share it with Alice.” Michael commanded as he casually pulled Mia’s head towards his crotch, the slavegirl eagerly licking him clean once more.
Alicia’s eyes went wide as he commanded her to cross one more line. Before she could even think of questioning it though, Alice was pushing her to the floor, her bouncy, full breasts pushed against Alicia’s, her tongue invading her mother’s mouth. It was a messy, sloppy kiss, and neither girl could stop moaning as they shared the taste of their Master.
“So...what do you think?” Alice asked as she licked a dollop of cum from her mother’s chin.
“Mmmn...It’s...unusual. I can’t...oohhh...mwah…” Alice interrupted her with another deep tongue kiss, “...can’t say I approve of everything...but I can’t say I blame you for your choices either.”
“The important thing to me is that you’re happy.”
Alice gave her mother a tight, surprised her with her own fingering technique, frigging her mother there on the kitchen floor, “Of course I’m happy! I’m the luckiest girl alive. The perfect girlfriend. The coolest mom. And the best Master a girl could ask for.”
“Hahh...hahh…” Alicia tried to reply, but as worked up as that blowjob had gotten her, it was all she could do not to beg her daughter to finger her even harder.
“Alright, girls. That was a good warmup. But if we’re going to have some real fun, let’s do it on a nice big bed.” Michael said as he pulled his cock out of Mia’s mouth, “Miss White, why don’t you lead the way?”
Alicia blushed, then rolled over onto her hands and knees. She hadn’t planned on showing her guests to the master bedroom, naked and crawling, but here she was.
“Right this way, Master.”
As she made sure to swing her ass side to side crawling through the house, Alicia could only wish the holiday would last a little longer.