[F4A] Moving Back Home
My dad passed away when I was still in diapers. Growing up, mom had dated a few men, but she never landed with anyone serious. I got used to the revolving door of Don’s, John’s, and Steve’s, to the point that her dating hardly phased me.
Despite everything, my Mom did a lot to keep me happy and safe. She was still my mom, was still at every softball and volleyball game, still attended every school play performance, still did the typical suburban mom things. Moving to college was one of the hardest things I ever had to do.
But now, I have a freshly printed degree in my hand, $100k student loan debt, and an entry level job offer back in my hometown. What could possibly go wrong?
Well, in the 4 years I was out of the house, Mom settled down. She married you. And unknown to me, she entered into a kink contract with you as well.
For better or worse, my mom is what some would consider a domestic slave. She doesn’t work anymore - her 401k was cashed out as soon as you had access. My father’s inheritance and trust that she’d left her had been funneled into your bank account.
Now, her life purpose? Serving and servicing you.
Mom was on all fours in the bed, deepthroating your cock. Maybe she was wearing lingerie, or some latex kink outfit you’d chosen for her. You simply scrolled emails, letting her service you with expert skill.
“Oh,” mom said as she dislodged your cock from her throat. “I forgot to tell you. Sarah moved her flight up. She gets home today.” You looked down at her with a questioning glare. How dare she remove your cock from pleasure to speak?
It didn’t take but a moment for her to return to sucking you off.
Mom’s announcement was… short sighted. She remembered me moving my flight from tomorrow to today, but she forgot that I’d gotten a bump to the early flight. Now, you and her were beginning a routine 2 hour fuck and breed session, as my uber drove me back home.
I stepped out of the car and waved the driver off. I tugged my suitcase up the front steps, put in my door code, and heard the bolt unlock loudly.
In the master bedroom, you and Mom were none the wiser. You grunted and held her blonde hair in a vice grip as you fucked her mouth and throat. She gagged, gawking loudly as your cockhead pressed and boxed her uvula.
“Hello? Mom?” I called out, unsure if you two were home. As I began to climb the stairs, I heard it. The sound of sexual slobbering.
I crept upstairs and peeked down the hallway. Your bedroom door was wide open and I saw the whole scene. Mom, on all fours. You, standing above her like a Greek god. You pulled out and I saw your massive cock drop to hang between your thighs.
“She’s mine now too, you know?” You explained down to her. I couldn’t see her face, but I knew her tone of voice.
“S-Sarah? No. She’s… she’s not involved,” Mom rebutted. I could hear your smirk.
“Nope. Per our agreement, anyone under this roof is my plaything. And you’re too old to have kids. But she’s the perfect age,” you explained. You grabbed mom by the arm and pushed her onto her back. You grabbed her ankle and yanked her towards you. “But lucky for you, you get to train her. I’ll even promote you to Head Slave.”
I heard you laugh as you did what I could only assume was slide inside of her. Mom groaned and grasped at the sheets, tugging them off of the bed as her body adjusted to fit your cock inside. You sunk deep into her, down to the hilt.
“I… I promise, Master,” I heard her groan.
“Good girl.” You slapped her face and began to fuck her as fast I’d ever seen anyone do it.
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Hi!
I’m looking for someone to play my depraved stepfather. I want you to be cruel and mean, but especially dominant. I want you to take complete control of myself and my mother. I’ll play both characters, but we can share control of the mom if you want!
My hard kinks are domination, household slavery, freeuse, breeding, casual sex, risky sex, fucking with condoms and taking them off while doing it, choking, hitting, slapping, outfits, detailed writers, interracial, and age differences. I see my character as being a 21/22 year old college grad. I’m fine with you being 30’s or older. I imagine my mom as a woman in her late 40’s or 50’s.