A Stepmothers Permission

The feeling had always been there in the back of his head, a kink that gave him a rush of blood whenever he met that certain sort of woman, be it socially, at the workplace, or just in a casual smile in the street. It was partly that urge which attracted him to Trudy; he was younger than him by a good ten years, but she had found him attractive just the same, he was nicely suited to her for a covert reason she kept to herself as he wooed her. He would realise the pleasure of those closeted feelings from an unseen source, to an extent he could only dream of.

Adam Drover had noticed her amongst a group of girls at a club one night, the natural feminine authority often shown by redheads was so apparent as she cooly bossed the other girls without their seeming to notice, and dismissed the advances of several males looking for a dance with nonchalance. His cock had perked as he looked longingly at her pert arse and legs in tight white slacks; she had everything he liked in a younger woman - and that extra spice he sought - and had eventually found the courage to approach her, thinking even her sharp rebuke would give him a buzz. To his delight, she accepted him warmly and after a dance or two and some simple conversation, she was happy to agree another date with him.

Trudy Farrer had more than just a penchant for males she could manipulate, and she had detected Adam's weakness immediately. As he was older than her and obviously comfortable financially, unattached... and despite her youth, her expertise told her he was submissive, perfect for passing on to the main source of her income, as per many males before. To Adam's surprise, the relationship moved swiftly forward over the next few weeks; he was soon treated to sex by her, and quickly confirmed his darker urges, finding himself dominated. Her natural superiority was enjoyed to the full by both, her youthful spite bringing the seed from him in torrents as he was teased and lorded over, while she waited for him to inevitably ask her hand in marriage; she ensuring he was quickly smitten.

Trudy knew it was coming as she sat in the chair with her thighs pulled back, Adam licking lovingly at her rosebud, on his knees as she chided him with contempt for his inferior service; she had thoroughly enjoyed dominating him, but it was time to pass him on and earn herself some income. Adam looked up to her, through the delectable ginger tufted cleft he had worshipped so obediently to order, and she heard the words she needed to hear.

'Trudy... will you... will you marry me?' Trudy smiled with pleasure, and lay her head back, laughing with studied contempt, enjoying engendering the effect of leaving him crestfallen in believing he'd be denied. The laugh made him lavish his tongue on her soft pucker again, the hurt feeling of expecting her refusal, tempered by further sexual arousal at his insignificance to her. Her laughing stopped, and he felt his head being lifted by the hair. She smiled at him, as a mother would on praising a child for good work.

'Of course I'll marry you Adam.' He gasped in surprise, and stared wildly at her face, overjoyed. Her smile broke into a gentle sneer and she brought her legs down, pointing to her feet. She smiled with smug contentment at her control as he knelt and kissed her feet automatically. He was nicely conditioned for the trip which would shape his future.

'Oh... there's just one little thing... I'll need to get Ma's approval; I want her to continue with the allowance she gives me, and getting married is something she'd need to know about. Don't worry, it'll be a formality, and we'll enjoy a nice vacation at her place down the coast.' Adam was a little puzzled at such an independent girl needing approval from anyone, but the bit about the allowance had him swallow the notion. She smiled sweetly as he carefully posed a question, not wanting her to have any reason to change her mind.

'She'd want to see me in the flesh?.. stay at her house with you?' Trudy's cunt tingled as she reeled him in.

'Oh she'd want to see you in the flesh alright... to satisfy her curiosity and make sure you're worthy of me, and give her permission.' She laughed and rubbed his hair like a pet dog.

'It's all for show, her being a little old fashioned; seeing you won't make the slightest difference to things, the decision is mine but I need to keep her sweet, and she's a very sweet lady.' Adam knelt upright on his knees, looking into space and thrilled with her acceptance; a week or so down on the coast wouldn't hurt either.

'I'll do whatever you ask of me Trudy, and it'd be nice to meet your mother.' She pointed to her feet again, and sighed with satisfaction as he immediately sank and kissed the blood-red nails of her pedicured toes.

'Oh she's actually my stepmother, but she has red hair just like mine, you really wouldn't know she wasn't my maternal mother.'

Trudy watched Adam sleeping through the bedroom window as she stepped outside with her phone.

'He's ready Ma. I'll bring him to you on Saturday; he's been really easy and very pleasurable, he'll fetch a good price.' A dark and confident voice, edged with satisfaction, responded.

'Well done Trudy, I'll arrange a party for the following Friday; I have a few clients in mind who'd appreciate what you describe, and I know how you love to see them broken by the truth. I'll make him so welcome, and I may even decide keep him for myself.' Trudy laughed along with Madam Brooke Farrer as she ended the call.

Being a freelance agent in the advertising business suited Adam perfectly, it meant he could work when he chose too, sealing deals for magazines and TV stations from one-off clients before moving on to the next deal, the majority of his work carried out from home; it also suited Trudy, he'd not be missed by anyone. He arrived with a bag from his flat, to find Trudy waiting with hers on the doorstep. He took a deep breath and smiled at her choice of clothes; a tight leather pencil skirt, black stockings and tall heels, a tight silky blouse which did not hide her nipples.

'You look gorgeous Trudy... but will your stepmom approve?' She simply pointed to her bag which he duly picked up.

'Oh, she's more than happy with anything I wear. Oh... give me your flat keys, I've arranged for my daily to dust your place - I know how you single men are.' He smiled at her thoughtfulness and handed them over. She grinned to herself as she dropped them on the inner doormat and locked the door.

They drove for an hour or so, down a twisty coastal road with vistas across the ocean, then reached a very up-market neighbourhood of large detached villas. Adam gasped as Trudy directed him into the drive of a luxurious Deco style house built in the thirties, white with a green tiled roof, the gates opening to allow them within the walled garden.

'Your stepmother lives here?' Trudy raised a gentle smile of indifference.

'Why of course. She's a lady of impeccable taste, and also very shrewd; her last husband left it to her; he had no choice in the matter.' They parked the car, and as Adam retrieved the bags, the front door opened and a figure stepped out into the light. Adam's cock pulsed as the mental vision of the little old lady he'd held in his head was erased in an instant. Her red hair in a severe bun, high cheekboned face displaying piercing green eyes and glossy red lips, Brooke Farrer stood wrapped in a silk kimono tight at the waste to display her full breasts and splendidly curved hips. At about 50, she was the very image of a screen goddess. She embraced Trudy, then looked Adam up and down with a half smile which was laced with contempt, yet somehow judging him immediately. Adam gasped as he fought to simply say hello, such was her impact on him, and was glad to have the bags he struggled with to cloak his awestruck state.

Brooke didn't wait for any introduction from him, it wasn't necessary to her. She just led Trudy through, past a curving stairway to the rear of the house.

'Come my child, I'm out by the pool. Adam's eyes stared like a startled cat as Brooke untied the kimono and simply let it drop to the floor as she walked, leaving him to view her superbly generous and shapely arse in a red bikini, the thong tight at her crotch and displaying the flesh of her cheeks which jostled as her long legs strode on in high heeled sandals. She half turned her head as she stepped away from the kimono.

'Pick that up would you... err??' Trudy stepped in without pausing her step or forward glance, nonchalantly.

'Adam, Mother... he's called Adam'. The two continued as Adam duly complied, wrestling with the bags and sorely wishing to sniff closely at the perfumed silk garment, but transfixed by the sight before him as he stumbled. Her elegant shape was complimented by the panorama which spread before his eyes; the pool sat in a large patio with a pathway down to its own secluded section of beach, the ocean opening up before him. Brooke eased down into a lounger and lay with legs together, on her side to maintain his view of her ample arse and the lush feminine curve of her body, smiling at him as he followed out with the bags.

'Trudy will show you your room in a moment, but I'm sure you'd like a little refreshment after your drive first.' She pointed him to some open glass doors to the right side of the house, kept cool from the sun by a large awning.

'There's a tray of drinks just inside there, you'll fetch them for me.' Adam dropped the bags and walked awkwardly to where he was pointed, a little bemused at being utilised to fetch and carry immediately, but feeling the tone of her naturally commanding voice thrilling him inside. He stepped into the huge and luxurious kitchen, half the size of his flat, and was startled on finding a maid in black uniform sat cross legged at a table, smoking. Her breasts heaved in her tight top as she smiled at him knowingly, and simply lifted her nose to direct him to the tray on the side. She followed him as he lifted the tray and stood in the doorway with her arms crossed, smiling as he did her work. Adam gaped and nearly dropped the tray as his eyes took in Trudy, she'd quickly stripped, and stood naked, perched on the edge of the pool. His cock boned as he watched her pert body extend on her toes as she posed in feminine splendour under the hot sun, then dived into the cool blue water of the pool.

Adam slowly paced over with the tray, in shock at Trudy's indifference at her exposure before her stepmother, looking for somewhere to place it the other side of his host's superb arse which beckoned him to it, wishing to cool his ardour. But there was no furniture the other side. Brooked arched her slender neck and pointed to the small table next to her sumptuous body, and as he lay the tray down, close enough to take in her scent, she postured and twitched her globes teasingly, knowing his eyes were captivated by it. She removed the sunglasses she'd put on and looked over her shoulder at him with an air of authority.

'Mine's the Campari and soda.' Adam's fingers trembled as he lifted the glass of red liquid, having to lean over her body to pass it to her. He couldn't help but look at the the tiny triangles of the bikini top, centered by her nipples which poked hard. His eyes quickly diverted to her face, to see her smiling warmly at him and pursing those red lips.

'I see my daughter has your training coming along nicely.' She leaned forward while he pondered over what she'd said, not sure if the remark was tongue in cheek or a genuine reflection; either way, just hearing her sultry voice say it did nothing to ease his growing erection.

'Be a good boy and undo my top.' He swallowed hard, and Brooke smiled contentedly at Trudy as she surfaced and faced her over the lip of the pool, enjoying seeing Adam fumble with the tie. Brooke peeled the tiny top off, and lay back slowly smiling softly at Adam as she displayed her full rounded breasts in all their glory, nipples poking hard as the excitement of making the new male uncomfortable grew.

'Join Trudy in the pool, I can see you're a little hot and bothered in this heat after your drive.' Adam's heart pounded he looked to his bag; his swim shorts were down at the bottom somewhere. Brooke read his mind, and made the decision for him.

'Don't be shy, see how Trudy went in, we all like to swim naked here. I've seen nude men before... and I'd like to see what my daughter's brought for me.' She knew he'd not want to offend her, and Trudy gave him a stern look as he eyed his bag again; the control her young charge had over him was confirmed and made Brooke's cunt tingle as he paled and started to undress. If her youthful daughter could lead him so easily, he'd be powerless when she took control.

Adam's soft humiliation at stripping in front of someone he'd just met didn't bother him too much; it was the fact that he found that company so attractive, and the swelling of his cock made it all too obvious. His situation worsened as the maid now came out from the house, exchanging smiles with Brooke as though they were close friends rather than employer and employee, and stood smirking as he undressed. Blonde and as equally curvaceous as Brooke, something about her body clad in that uniform also raised Adam's blood pressure.

He got down to his underwear, then took a deep breath before quickly slipping them off, and made to quickly dive in. Trudy swam into his path with a wicked smile, delaying his departure for a few extra moments, having him stand exposed just a little longer. Her direction also made him turn so that his forward profile was even more evident to Brooke and the maid, displaying his half erect cock for them. Brooke savoured his pleasing masculine shape along with the maid; she removing her bikini bottoms and letting the air play over her aroused cunt, as her new prospect left the side of the pool. The maid sighed wistfully.

'Those buttocks will take the whip well Madam Farrer, I can't wait to assist with his processing, and to lead him out at the party.' She gave Brooke a cigarette and held the lighter as her red lips pursed and sucked the smoke through, knowing she liked to smoke on those special occasions, Brooke pulling her thighs back so that her capture's next glance would be a good view of the cunt he'd soon worship in utter obedience. The maid picked up the two piles of clothes, as was part of her usual routine, and smiled.

'I take it he'll be eased into his new life immediately, he looks easier than most we've taken - I'll hide his car keys and give them to Trudy when she's ready to depart.' Brooke puffed a plume of soft smoke from her lips as he surfaced to face Trudy, still blissfully unaware of what was to come, the mature woman's sex beginning to moisten as she watched the rear of his broad shoulders in the pool

'Oh yes... I'm more than eager to introduce this one to a new life, and I think he'll embrace it willingly.' Adam's face blushed pink as he got closer to Trudy who now stood in the waist deep shallow end, leaning against the wall and sunning her pert breasts, eyes closed. She opened them as he opened his mouth, half smiling, half bewildered about the surreal predicament he now found himself in, and about to voice his opinion, when Trudy pressed her index finger to her lips and silenced him. Her stern look made his balls tingle as it broke into a sneer the knew so well.

'I'll only hear of good things about Ma, I told you she'd want to see you... and I see she likes you.' Adam turned cautiously to look in Brooke's direction and was greeted by the sight of her feet brought back to her thighs standing gloriously as she lay, legs slightly apart, her shaven cunt and delightful pucker displayed and open to view. Adam's heart seemed to miss a beat while his cock boned in the water. He forgot whatever it was he intended to say, but the last thing on his mind was anything negative about his commanding lover's guardian. His heart gave a rush again as he saw the maid striding toward the house with his and her clothes, she smiling as she caught his glance. He turned to Trudy again, to find her smiling contentedly.

'Ma likes things 'just so' when hosting guests. Don't worry, the maid will bring you something to wear - less restrictive than your jeans and shirt.' She let him stew a little, watching him swallow hard, but unable to hide the obvious excitement in his eyes at being controlled without the merest consultation.

'Ma wouldn't go naked so readily unless she felt comfortable with you, and you'll have the chance to make her even more comfortable this evening when I'm out seeing my local friends.' Adam quivered in the water, and gaped at her revelation, wanting to protest but overwhelmed with inner excitement at the prospect of being alone with Brooke, to fend for himself. Trudy perked her breasts as she enjoyed his bewilderment, then flicked her eyes toward the house; the maid returning from it with towels and other items in her arms, her smile one of smug arrogance, her uniform now replaced by a tight leather dress, her flat shoes replaced by tall heels. She placed the towels down and lifted her head to beckon Trudy from the water.

Adam fought to control the excitement in his cock as Trudy led him through the shallow water to the steps, sensing the total control which was slowly emerging over him, and wondering what the evening had in store. Brooke lowered her legs and lifted her sleek body on one elbow, smiling softly as she studied the naked male led so obediently by her young charge; his submissiveness to the female of the species so apparent, no chastisement or whip necessary to break him down, but he'd know it just the same. Adam's face was blushed pink as the maid obligingly handed him a towel, looking him up and down as he dried himself, her off-duty attire doing little to help his situation, which he deftly covered with the towel after swiftly drying the droplets from his body. Brooke picked up a long black chiffon kaftan which had arrived with the towels and slipped it over her body as the maid lifted her phone.

'Hi... Dr Spence?... hello... fine thank you very much... He's here and ready for your physio... OK, bye.' Adam stared at Trudy, puzzled and shocked at the call, gaping speechless. Trudy smirked as she donned a red chiffon and handed him the remaining item.

'I told you you'd be viewed - and I know you probably haven't seen a doctor in years... it'll just confirm you're fit.' Brooke watched his firm buttocks quiver as he slipped on the silk kaftan passed to him, and added her words in a calm yet softly assertive voice which told him he had no choice in the matter.

'We have to make sure you're heart and everything else is in good order if we're to take you in, and you'll find Dr Spence most professional. She was most supportive in her diagnosis and support with my late husband, it prepared us for his departure, easing our shock when he took his own life.' Adam's mind flicked from the one teasing dilemma to the next, seeing all three women smile casually on the subject of her late husband, then focusing on the garment he'd put on with indifference, intent only on hiding his sexual excitement. Still with his mind in a quandary about the indignity of being assessed physically - and by a female doctor, and puzzled by their strangely pleased reaction at the mention of the late husband, he now realised an equally strange pleasure that the garment gave him.

The maid smiled with satisfaction at her choice of attire, which was echoed in the smiles of Trudy and Brooke as he stood sheepishly but sexually aroused while they stroked the cream coloured silk admiringly; he felt feminised by the soft flowing silk which only reached down to the middle of his thighs, making him feel vulnerable and increasing the sexually submissive urges which the assertive women knew controlled him. His eyes were drawn to Brooke's curved form, her full breasts shining and caressed by the black chiffon as she toyed with the silk, the unavoidable sight keeping his cock up to display its presence, unhindered below the soft touch of the silk.