Chapter 11: The Faculty

I more than once wondered why my mother’s behavior was not called out at work. I mean I have seen her gangbanged, fucked in a classroom, give blowjobs outside the school, and not one time did I see her have any repercussions. I found out the weekend after spring break why.

Life had been odd since Spring Break week of my senior year. It was near the rock bottom of my story. Steve and Pamela moved into my house. Steve drove my mom to school. Pamela supposedly got dropped off at her new job on the way to work. Pamela always made me wear a collar at home. In public I had to wear a cock ring to remind me whose dick that belongs to. She refused to let me call her my ex. She in fact took great pleasure after that Spring Break calling me her boyfriend, in public anyways, at home I was her bitch. This one act caused all my friends to warn me she was sleeping with other people. Steve ordered me to deny any allegations of her impropriety on purpose knowing it would make me look like a clown.

She said Steve liked the idea of fucking my girlfriend. Pamela seemed to enjoy it too. She had become incredibly sadistic under Steve thumb. Whenever I was not being ordered around by Steve, she promptly stepped in to take up the slack. Between the two of them I was being worn down very quickly. It is a miracle I am not telling this story from the end of leash. The pair essentially owned me and my mother from that point.

The dynamics further changed in our relationships further thanks to the standing rules I had to follow. One of the first things that happened after that week was that Steve instituted new rules of the house. This scared me more than anything because it meant that my punishments were being very thoroughly planned out.

First, I cleaned the house and did all household chores. I did not mind because my mother worked so hard, I usually did that anyways, but I had to admit doing for three people was substantially harder. My girlfriend took great pleasure in tormenting me in these tasks. She often would drop pieces of trash or food on the ground by her feet and make me pick it up. When that did not generate the necessary amount of angst, she would change the order to make me pick up the trash with my mouth. She took great pleasure in me being subservient to her. I had to go on several shopping trips where I was the bitch boy carry shopping bags. The whole dynamic was wearing on me. The collar and cock ring did not help.

It was about a week after one of my girlfriend’s power trips that I realized the true nature of my girlfriend’s work and how entrenched Steve and his fellow Savages were in our lives.

It started out like every normal evening, I cooked and served everyone dinner. Then we adjourned to the living room. I followed them there and knelt on the floor in front of the couch where Pamela was sitting. It did not take long for the torment to begin. She smirked and purposefully dropped a piece of cheese she was eating on the floor.

As I bent down to pick up the piece of cheese my girlfriend had so thoughtfully dropped at my feet, she then poured the white wine she was drinking all over her pink high heels. Wasting no time between complimenting me on my cheese pick up but then sadistically ordering me to clean up her spill, “Good boy, that is what I like to see. Lick it up, now.”

I shot her a glare but knew better than to argue. Instead, I picked up the trash with my mouth and deposited it in the bin, trying my best to ignore the taunts from Steve as I did so. Then unceremoniously I knelt, stuck my tongue out and began licking the wine off her shoes. It was in the middle of this duty I noticed my mom walking out of the bedroom. She was dressed in a fishnet body suit with red high heels, her hair had been teased and she was made up in the sluttiest manner imaginable.

Like every night since the week prior once the chores were done, it was time for our nightly ritual. My girlfriend sat on the couch, sipping a glass of wine, while Steve paced back and forth in front of us.

“So, boy,” Steve said, a cruel glint in his eye. “What have you learned today?” I wanted to beat the ever-living shit out of him. But I know doing so would ruin my life forever, essentially losing to him after losing to him. No, I thought to myself I had to tough this out for my mom’s sake for nothing else.

I hesitated, not wanting to give the wrong answer. “I’ve learned to be more obedient, Sir.” I replied finally.

“Good, that is my good little bitch.” Steve said, nodding in approval. “And what have you learned about your place in this household?”

“My place is on the ground, Sir” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

“That’s right,” Steve said, grinning. “And don’t you forget it.”

My girlfriend giggled, taking another sip of her wine. I could not help but feel a sense of despair wash over me as I realized just how deeply entrenched, I was in this twisted dynamic. But I knew better than to speak out of turn. For now, I would keep my head down and do as I was told.

I had numerous sexual encounters with my mother. I was forced to orally clean her out almost on a constant basis. The same thing with Pamela. I spent a lot of time on my knees in between their thighs in the days since that night. I was required to have sex with my mother at least once a day. Most of the time it was more than that. On one day, it was the entire day. So much so my dick hurt afterwards. It was surreal. When we did it, it was like another person. In my head the woman that had done so much for me disappeared and the sexpot I fucked senseless was all that existed. In my head they were two entirely different people. The woman I lived with now was a porn star that I masturbated to since the State Championship. The other woman I thought at the time might have been possibly dead.

Today was no different. Pamela snapped and pointed to my mother. This order was a dagger every time it was given. I got up off my hands and knees. It was weird being entirely naked in my house, weirder to be wearing a collar that had the word Bitchboy on the front. It was even weirder that my body utterly betrayed me every time this order was given. One look at my mother now and I became instantly erect. My mother looked at me and smiled and I swore she was becoming flushed.

We were to act like we were true lovers. No one watching the video would ever think any of what we were doing was coerced. It was the weekend, and today the order was to take my mother until I was told to stop.

I walked up to her, and we immediately began to make out slowly. My hands were roaming all on their own. She reached down and started stroking my cock. Anyone seeing the film would think what we were doing was entirely consensual. The lines they made my mother say made it worse. “I missed you baby, I need you cock, baby! Fuck me, baby”

For my part I returned the kiss and snaked my mother’s caressing leg over my arm, and we went at each other like star crossed lovers. Pamela even remarked how hot it was to watch us go at it.

Before I knew it, I had my mother bent over the arm of the couch and was fucking her hard from behind. Her moans were loud and passionate, and I could feel my own pleasure building as I plunged in and out of her. Pamela sat on the other side of the couch, watching us intently and occasionally giving commands or words of encouragement.

I could not believe what was happening. My mind was still reeling from the shock of this new reality, but my body seemed to know exactly what to do. I was lost in a haze of lust and desire, completely consumed by the passion coursing through me.

I grabbed onto my mother’s hips and pulled her closer to me, feeling her body shudder with pleasure beneath my touch. She turned her head to look back at me with a hungry look in her eyes, urging me on with every thrust.

Pamela reached over and started caressing my mother’s breasts, causing her to moan even louder. The sight of them together made me even more aroused if that was even possible. My thoughts were blurred as I continued to fuck my own mother right in front of another woman who had a hold on all of us.

Suddenly, Pamela spoke up again. “Switch positions,” she commanded.

Without hesitation, I pulled out of my mother, and she turned to face me. We quickly shifted positions so that she was now straddling me on the couch. She wasted no time in impaling herself on my hard cock once again.

I felt like I was losing control as we continued to move together in rhythmic harmony. My hands roamed all over her body while hers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer and deeper inside her.

As we continued our passionate session, Pamela remained seated on the couch next to us, watching intently with a smirk on her face. Her presence only added fuel to an already burning fire within me.

I was completely lost in the moment, until I heard Pamela’s voice again, “Cum inside her! Whores like her need creampies!” I lost it as my mother’ pussy gripped me like a vice when the order was given. I came hard inside her. We were given a few moments to recover, when Steve came by and ordered my mother to show the fruits of my labor. My cum seeping out of her pussy. Pamela smirked and said,” You get so turned on the way you fuck your mother, slut.”

We both were allowed to clean up. Then Steve, as with every night, ordered me to do more mandatory viewing, with my MVP trophy in my arms. It was that night I was about to start unravelling the exact setup of Deacon High School, and my mom’s situation in general.

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Teacher’s conference room

Evening.

It was a picture of my mother dressed in a grey pencil skirt with black silk stockings and a pair of cream and black high heels. She was walking with purpose almost as if she was late. The click-click echo of her heels permeated the sound. I watched as she walked into what I thought was a classroom.