Welcome to my new storyline. Again I take a different road in my topics. This is inspired by a couple of sources, namely Cuckolding and Domination. Especially the works of Kandor. Feedback is welcome and wanted. Enjoy!
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I met Steve during my senior year of college. Tall, tanned, rugged good looks, and in great shape. A total hunk. I was attracted to him immediately. And, after a few dates I found out that he wasn't too bad in the sack either.
As the year wore on, we became more serious and I eventually met his father. His father had Steve's rugged good looks and toned body, so I assumed that was where he got his genes from. Then I met his mother.
Now, his mom and dad are divorced. Steve would never tell me why, and it was obvious that he wasn't happy with his mother for the whole thing. Honestly, I couldn't figure it out, as his dad seemed like a great catch. Sure he was just as arrogant as Steve, but they had a right to be.
I didn't meet Steve's mom, Janice, until graduation. After the ceremony, an amazing looking woman came over to greet Steve. And Steve begrudgingly introduced her as his mother, Janice.
Janice was easily over six feet tall (a couple of those inches were her heels), with long flowing wavy golden blond hair cascading down her back. The parts of her skin I could see, which was quite a bit in her short shirt and top that barely covered her mountainous chest, was flawless bronze. Her smile was alluring, her smooth features were as though they were chiseled by a master sculptor. She dripped with sexual femininity. But I also noticed that Steve could have easily gotten his athleticism from this woman as well as his father. With the exception of her enormous breasts, there didn't appear to be an inch of fat on this woman. Every muscle looked to be as hard as rock. Rock wrapped in soft bronze skin.
But she wasn't like those hardcore body builders, with veiny arms, and sharp jaws. Sure she looked to have thighs that could crack walnuts, arms that could out bench-press her son, and even an ass that not only you could bounce a quarter off of, but probably bounce a bullet. But her lines still looked soft and inviting. It was as though someone took a voluptuous playboy bunny girl next door and blended her with miss universe. She exuded both power and softness. Now, I'm no prude. I had experimented with some of my sorority sisters. And this woman definitely made me dampen my panties.
The odd thing was the young man with her. He looked to be about my age. He was cute and in decent shape, but nothing that made him stand out. After introducing me to his mother, Steve introduced this guy as his Step-dad. This guy!? Like I said, he was cute, but Janice left her strapping husband for an average guy? The only thing I could think of was money. That would prove to be wrong.
Later, Steve would explain to me that his step-dad had in fact been in high school with him. One of the school geeks, whom Steve had picked on for years. Their senior year, Steve had invited Brad to a party as a joke. Apparently Brad and Steve's mother Janice hit it off, somehow. After high school, Janice divorced his father and whenever Steve visited home, Brad would be there. And a few months ago, Janice and Brad had gotten married in Vegas. Steve's gorgeous 40 something mother had married a 22 year old ex-band geek? And it wasn't the money, since his mother was an incredibly successful trial lawyer, and Brad was some middle classed guy who had just finished college. I couldn't make it work in my head. Little did I know that I would find out soon enough.
Like I said, Janice was a very successful woman. Her ex-husband however was apparently one of those men that never got past college. He was still stuck in his football glory days, and had never really built a career. Especially since he had been married to a woman that was making six figures. Apparently he currently sold vinyl siding, and not very well at that. That left him living in a one bedroom apartment. Not exactly a place that Steve could crash until he got moving on his own career. So, despite his disdain for his mother, he wasn't going to pass up living easy in a 6 bedroom home with a pool and hot tub. Steve did however beg me to come with him. He didn't want to be alone with the two of them. I wasn't all that excited to go back home either, so I agreed.
Steve's mother's house was a humongous two story affair, with immaculate landscaping. Janice greeted us at the door, with Brad in tow. Steve gave them the cold shoulder and simply walked past. I felt like I should follow his lead, but Janice was just so inviting. She swept me up into a big hug. It was like an iron vice, yet comforting and warm. I couldn't have gotten out of it if I had wanted. At the same time, I in no way wanted to. Brad was also pleasant. He had this simple air about him. Like that nice guy in class who would always be willing to help you with a math problem.
"Welcome, Sylvia. Stevie has such yummy taste in women!" I blushed. A small part of my brain felt like that was an odd thing for the mother of my boyfriend to say. But her smooth cheerful voice erased any issues I might have had.
"Thank you Mrs. Marsh, you have a wonderful home."
"It's Anderson now, dear. But please, call me Janice. We're all adults here."
I chatted with Janice and Brad for a few minutes before rejoining Steve. He was already in a mood when I arrived, and it worsened when he saw me smiling. I realized that the correct response was for me to be as disgusted as he was about things. But I couldn't. In their own ways, both Janice and Brad were engaging. Honestly I could see why she liked Brad. He was clever and sweet and just in the few minutes I was with them he also seemed very affectionate towards Janice. A woman of Janice's power and strength probably valued those sweet qualities more than some jock, whom she was probably stronger and tougher than.
I spent a few hours with Steve giving me the cold shoulder, before I got fed up and went downstairs. In the den, in front of an enormous TV, Brad sat playing a video game. I expected him to ignore me, knowing full well how focused Steve was when he played. Brad surprised me, by pausing the game and addressing me.
"Hey Sylvia, what brings you down to the Brad-cave?"
"Just bored." For some reason, I felt shy. His tone was sweet, but his eyes were intense behind his glasses. Not in a scary way. Or creepy either.
"Where's your Mo- I mean wife?" What a slip up! My race turned red. I had basically just called his wife, his mother. But he just chuckled, but didn't address my mistake.
"She had some things to do at work. She has some big case for the next few days. We won't see much of her."
I smiled at him. Most of the guys I was used to would have rubbed a mistake like that in my face.
"Hey, wanna play some games? I have some that aren't so blood-and-gutsy."
I picked out a game, and we spent the night playing. We had a lot of fun, and I had almost forgotten that Steve was even in the same building. I was reminded of this when he came down looking for me, and barked at me to get upstairs. I followed him, saying goodnight to Brad, and went back to Steve's room for angry sex. As usual, it was a 5-10 minute affair, with him plunging into me, cumming, and rolling off. He was asleep a short time after that, and I wasn't tired, so I decided to sneak back down and join Brad. After about thirty minutes, Janice came home. At first, for some reason, I felt like I should hide the fact that I was with Brad. I wasn't sure why I felt that way, since all we were doing was sitting together and playing games.
Janice came in dressed in a power suit, though most of the power was from her and not the suit.
