Chapter 2

I knew I had at least another hour before the little hen party in the parlor would break up but I wasn’t thinking straight with all the blood in my body flowing into my cock and it standing hard and my lizard brain having just decided I’m going to fuck each one of the MILFs that make up the women in my mother’s book club that now was as good a time as any to set the stage for my conquests. Let me tell you some things I know about a few of them. First, my own mother Jasmine.

I shouldn’t know this about my mom, and I only do because while my dad is a cheating ass, he was worried about her when he divorced her. You see, my mother is a very submissive personality. She needs a forceful leader to follow. When she was growing up, that was my grandfather. In other words, she was a complete “Daddy’s Girl” and he controlled her life. He told her what to do, what classes to take in school, what to eat, wear, who to date and even who her friends were. My grandfather even told her who she was going to marry, and she did. Then, once she married my father, the bastard took over and controlled everything. He did everything my grandfather had. He picked her friends, picked out her clothes every day, told her when to pay the bills, hat to cook every day. He literally controlled every aspect of her life. When he left her, he sat down with me and told me she was now my responsibility. He gave me a schedule of her daily, weekly and monthly tasks and chores and told me to ensure that she followed them.

The only area of my mother’s life I hadn’t taken control of was her sex life and I seeing now that that had been a mistake. One that I was going to correct this very day. I don’t know why I’d been so reluctant to fully become the man of the house and take control of my mother’s sex life. I guess because she was my mother, and I just hadn’t thought about it. I mean, I’d fantasized about it. When I’d gone into her room every morning and told her to get up and get her shower and take care of her morning business and listened to her shower and empty her bladder while I picked out her lingerie and clothing, I’d thought about slipping into her ensuite and feeding her my nine-inch cock and telling her to suck it and swallow my cum. I’d daydreamed about bending her over in the shower and fucking her full, but I’d never really considered doing it. But now, after hearing her talk about how horny she was.

After listening to her two closest friends suggest she fuck my best friend or even myself, yeah, that was it. I was a true Alpha, and this was my house. She was my responsibility, and I was going to claim her. Not only was I going to claim her, but I was also going to make those two sluts watch me claim her, making sure they understood no one tried to take what belonged to me and Jasmine Radcliff belonged to me!

Let me describe my mom to you. For the mother of two, she was H.O.T. My older sister was only twenty and mom gave birth to her just after Mom turned Nineteen making my mom thirty-nine. She was Five nine with dirty blonde straight hair that hung to her shoulders. Her eyes were blue and showed every emotion she had. They were truly windows to her soul. She had a sweet little button nose that I often wanted to rub my cock on but never had, but that would change today, too. Her full bee-stung lips were cotton candy pink. Since the divorce, she hardly ever wore makeup because I didn’t like makeup and almost never told her to put anyone. But I think that was going to change. While I loved her little bubblegum pink lips, I wanted to see them shiny with liquid look, clear lip gloss wrapped around my nine inch long seven and a half inch around cock as she gets face fucked. Mascara tears running down her cheeks as she gags while trying to deep throat me. She isn’t stacked like a porn star, no Jasmine is built like a gymnast or a swimmer with tight little thirty-four A titties, but those nipples must be an inch and a half long when excited. I bet they are as sensitive as can be because they seem to always be hard and pointy. Tonight, I plan to suck and chew on them, to twist and plunder them. Her ass is tight as a drum and her pussy, I imagine, is small and tight and I plan to ruin it for any other man. She has had six months since my dad divorced her to find another lover, and she never did. Now she has no choice. She belongs to me, every inch of her delightfully tight Milf Body belongs to the new man of the house and I’m going to show her that right the fuck now.

I stand up and strip. Making sure every single one of those horny housewives in the front room can see exactly what I’m packing as I march into the front room where they are meeting. Time to explain to this group of horny housewives how their little “book club” is changing. The first lady to see me is my girlfriend’s mother, and she gasps as I stroll into the den, naked as the day I was born, my big fat cock leading the way.

“Hello Ladies, is this how every book club goes? You all sitting around talking about how horny you are? Complaining about how your husbands can’t satisfy you or won’t satisfy you anymore and daring each other to take younger lovers? Because I have to say first off that was sexy as hell listening to you, but it also doesn’t sound safe to me.”

I don’t even slow down but walk right up to where my mom is sitting and pull her up out of her chair and sit in it, pulling her down on my lap. “Mom, who is the head of this household?”

Mom tries to get off my lap, but I reach up and grip her chin and turn her to face me. “Sit Still! Answer my question right now. Who is the head of this house?”

Thanks to her submissive side, she blushed and answered. “You’re the head of this house, Myles.”

I nodded. “I thought I was. That was what we agreed after Dad left us. With your special circumstances, you agreed I was now the man of the house, the head of our household and that it was my job to see that your needs were met and everything you needed to take care of them I would make sure was provided. So tell me, how do you think it made me feel to hear you say today that a fundamental need of yours hasn’t been met for six months? That it’s been neglected the entire time I’ve been in control because you didn’t tell me about it not being taken care of? Not only that, but that you need to have it met was so bad you were thinking of doing dangerous things to get it taken care of. Tell me, how am I supposed to meet your deepest personal needs if you don’t even mention them to me?”

“You can’t meet those needs, Myles. It isn’t right!”

Now I’m getting angry. “Bullshit! Stand up!!”

She jumps up off my lap and I stand up with her and grab the front of her tank top and rip it off her body, exposing her now naked little tits that are hard as diamonds. I reach down and grab her shorts and yank them down, leaving them around her ankles. Her plain white Allmix Sport panties and thigh-high stockings were the only clothing left on her body. “Now see here!” my Aunt Adrianne complains and stands, heading our way from across the den. I glare at her. “Adrianne, sit you ass down, right the fuck now or I’ll call Uncle James and play him the recording of your little book club meeting and what you think of his tiny, shriveled dick.”

I look around at all the women in the room. “That goes for all of you. Not one of you gets up and leaves this room until I tell you the book club is over, or I’ll make sure all your loved ones hear the conversation you were just part of. I’m in charge now until I say otherwise.”

I turned my attention back to my mother. “Strip Jasmine! I want you to be completely naked in the next minute or I’ll finish ripping the clothes off your body. Then I’ll have no recourse but to beat your ass red for not telling me you had unfulfilled sexual needs.”

Mom rushed to pull off the rest of her clothes and in a flash, she stood before me, completely exposed to my view. My God, she was sexy as hell. Her tight little pussy glistened with the dew of her arousal and need. She was completely bare and smooth. The outer lips of her little peach were the same shade of pink as the lips of her mouth. When she bent to drop her panties, I glimpsed her little rosebud, which was just a shade darker pink, hinting that she probably had the girls at the spa bleach it for her. Her stomach wasn’t flat and hard but had just a bit of soft feminine roundness. In other words, she was perfectly fuckable, and I was more than ready to fuck her senseless.

I didn’t even think I dropped onto the footstool for a closer look and reached out, grabbing her tight heart shaped ass cheeks and pulling her smooth little slit close as I leaned in close. Before I even realized what I was doing, I had my nose buried in her drenched flower, taking in the fragment scent of my mother’s sweet and spicy arousal.

Then I lifted her right leg, placing her thigh over my left shoulder, opening her weeping slit to my view. I pulled her cheeks apart with my hand, opening her even more, exposing her from her pretty little rosebud to the top of her slutty little split. Without hesitation, my tongue snaked out and took a slow wet lick from the bleached anal puckered star to the top of her tasty snatch. “Myles! NO! Don’t! You can’t lick my pussy!” Mom cried as I took my second slow lick. Her hands went to my head as she tried to push me away from her sweet nectar, but I wouldn’t be postponed, and I placed my fat tongue against her tight little anal star and pushed just a bit to wiggle against her attempt to keep me from penetrating her anal cavity and then dragging the tip up and through her opening labia gathering her weeping arousal. Each lick faster and deeper than the one before it. My eyes looking up into hers, locked on her. I pulled away just enough that she and all the book club bitches could hear me. “I am the man of this house, mother and you have already admitted that. My job is to see that all your needs are met and so I’m going to meet the need that you’ve admitted has been neglected for the last three years. So, I’m going to eat your pussy. You may as well get used to it. This will only be the first of countless orgasms I plan to give you from this moment on.”

Then I dove back into her honey hole, licking and sucking and kissing. Making her nectar flow like water in a stream as I lapped it up. It wasn’t long before her cries of “Don’t, stop, no!” became moans of “Yes, don’t stop! More! Oh My God! So Good! Never Stop! And “Fuck I’m cumming!”