"Just one more jump, and we will have a new champion," the announcer said.
Lactic acid was eating up his arms, making him wonder if he had ever been this tired before. He just needed them for one last swing and then land on the mat, but it felt like he was carrying the weight of the world on his back.
"He's taking too long," the announcer said.
He already knew that. He just needed to find the perfect swing for the jump.
"Sir William, Sir William, Sir William," the crowd chanted.
The hundreds of people cheering him on had carried him this far, but he had already done more than he could have dreamed of. Just one last jump and he would win.
"Sir William, Sir William," the crowd continued to chant.
But there was a voice in there he knew. One closer. He looked down, and beside the course was his mother. The most beautiful woman in the world. It gave him strength. The will to carry on. With her on his side, he could do anything.
He curled his arms, putting them in the most powerful position for the jump, and then with a final swing he let go, feeling himself soar through the air, confident he would reach, but as he got closer, it felt like the mat had moved. He crashed into the side, desperately clawing for a grip, and then he slipped back, knowing that the water at the bottom would soon embrace him.
"Sir William," his mother called.
It took him a moment to realize he was awake, lying safely in his bed. The person calling his name had indeed been his mother, just as in the dream, but it was just a whisper. A beautiful whisper, carrying more love and admiration than he could ever dream of receiving from another person.
"How did you sleep?" he asked.
Before she could answer, he kissed her. her lips bringing her a vigor that only grew as he remembered that they were both naked, their bodies embraced as closely as their lips. He loved her. No longer just as his mother, but as his lover. His naughty three-hole slave. If anything this felt like the dream. Him failing on the final hurdle of an obstacle course felt a lot more likely than his mother seducing him and making him into her master.
"I never want to sleep without you next to me again," she answered.
He would not mind that. Who would?
"Even if I woke up a few times from the strong swimmers trying to reach their goal," she said, smiling.
He doubted she could feel that, but he had cum a lot in her, and the implications of her words were so suggestive that it made things stir even further for him. Feeling like the new swimmers in his balls were eagerly getting prepared to join the challenge.
Especially with her smile carrying a happiness he had never seen anyone portray before. Even less his mother. He couldn't help but smile too, unsure if it was trickling over from her, or if it was that he had brought that smile out of her. All children are dedicated to try and make their parents proud, but he felt like he had won the jackpot by at least bringing his mother utter joy.
"I'm a bit sore though. Almost as if someone did something to my bum cheeks yesterday," Melissa said.
He knew that was his fault, but also that she wouldn't want it undone.
"You two awake yet?" his father called, knocking on the door. "I need clothes."
Melissa sighed, and Will knew it would be up to him to deal with the situation. He would rather stay next to her, but if he was going to be the master of the house, he needed to get on top of things like this.
He left the bed and got up to the door, not wanting to put on any clothes, meaning he couldn't open it and talk to Alan face to face.
"We had a late night, and we are not ready to go up yet. Shouldn't you get some more sleep too? It sounded like you had a rough night at the club," Will said.
He looked back at the bed, his mother lying there completely naked, her body on full display as she had moved the covers away. She was the most beautiful woman in the world, and now his cock didn't just stir, it rose in one swift movement until it was fully hard.
"I took a shower, but now I don't have any clean clothes, and my wife always makes me breakfast," Alan said.
Will wasn't convinced as his father still sounded half asleep. Either way, the time when his father had his wife look after him had passed. He could see the possibility of him never getting breakfast made for him again, and it felt justified.
"Well, this is my room now, and I will not have you come and go as you please," Will said.
His mother must have taken the opportunity when he had turned to the door to make sure his father heard him properly, to disappear from the bed. When his eyes couldn't be kept away from her any longer, he instead found her down on the floor at his feet. he could sense what she was going to do, and he tried to move away, but the only place he could go was up against the door. He gasped as her gentle hands took his hardness and guided it to her lips.
"Mel, sweetie, tell Will that this is my house. Tell him I need you," Alan said, raising his voice.
Will looked down, seeing how Mel swallowed his cockhead. She clearly wasn't interested in answering her husband, and Will had to take a moment to regain his composure as intense pleasure filled up his body, just as his cock filled his mother's mouth.
"She's busy," Will said.
Everything about this situation should be wrong. Talking to his father through a door while his father's wife, his mother, was sucking his cock. It felt like he had replaced him. Pushed his father out of his bed and out of his wife's love life. Sure, he deserved it for being an ass, clearly not appreciating his wife and taking her for granted, but it still made him feel bad.
At least if it hadn't been for her being the greatest cocksucker the world had ever seen, handling his big cock better than anyone else had even been close to achieving.
"What are you doing to her? My wife would never let me go hungry," Alan said.
Mel pulled Will's cock from her mouth, looking up at him. It was so weird to look down at his mother's face, seeing his cock just next to it. It was a naughty image he would never be able to forget.
"It's the wife's job to serve the master of the house," Mel said loudly, rubbing Will's cock on her face as if she wanted to cuddle it now when she needed her mouth for speaking instead of sucking.
"That's me," Alan whined.
"Not anymore," Mel said. "You lost that title yesterday playing cards. I think you even agreed to call him Sir William. What kind of precedence does that set if you aren't even able to keep your word?" she added, slapping and rubbing Will's hard cock against her face.
"You can't be serious," Alan said.
"Make him say it, Master," Mel whispered.
Mel put one hand at the base of his cock and the other on his balls as she took his cock in her mouth again, this time pushing it all the way to the back of her mouth, gagging silently a few times before it slid down her throat. It was like heaven, and he felt his knees buckle, and he was only able to stand thanks to his hand finding the door handle.
That fact that she called him Master gave him a strange power thrill, but he also understood it came with added responsibility.
"You need to accept that for another six days this is my house, Alan. You were the one that insisted we make the bet," Will said.
"Will, you're not prepared for that kind of responsibility. You failed college and you don't even got a real job," Alan said.
His heart sank. It was tough to hear that your father didn't believe in you, but then he felt his balls being tickled, and as he looked down he saw all of his big cock being buried in his mother's mouth and throat. Their eyes met, and he knew that she believed in him. He might be a failure, but she loved him and trusted him.
He considered saying something mean back, but it would only bring himself down to his father's level. Someone who couldn't feed themselves. He assumed she had bought him all the clothes. Probably clothed him most of the time. Not to mention his gambling problem. Sure, that had helped him gain control of the master bedroom, but surely it wasn't healthy that Alan kept on coming home drunk and having lost big sums of money. It made him wonder if the other men at the club just saw him as their ATM. Now, Will had taken the best thing in his life away from him too. The irony being that she had become his willing ATM slave last night.
"What's my name, dad?" Will asked.
"Will, oh no, I see what you're trying to do, but I won't say it," Alan said.
"We had a deal, dad, and if you fail to live up to your end of the bargain, I need to make it last longer. I think one extra day for each time you refuse to call me by my proper title would suffice" Will stated.
His father was silent. It was almost as if he could hear him trying to figure out the situation, and even if he felt that his father hated coming across as weak, he also knew he would eventually accept the new order of the house.
He put his hand behind Mel's head, feeling how she was starting to struggle for air, but holding her in place on his cock. He knew she wouldn't mind. That she would like him to take charge as her master and push her sexual limits.
"Your wife has already accepted it. You heard her yesterday, didn't you? She called me Sir William. Told me that I am the master of the house," Will said.
Mel was moving her head back and forth with small movements, her eyes starting to look strained but her devotion not wavering.
"You need to accept it too, dad. Accept that you lost and that you made a promise to call me by my name and title too," Will said.
Mel tapped his thigh with her hand, and he pulled his cock out of her throat and mouth. She gasped for air, coughing lightly, and he could tell she was trying to stay silent to not make Alan suspicious. He pulled her up to a standing position. Her face was a mess, saliva all over her chin and cheeks, but he didn't care as he kissed her passionately. His mother answered the kiss with the same emotions.
"What's my name, dad," Will asked again.
The kiss ended, and Will turned his mother around, moving one hand around to her naughty bits and the other pushing on her back so she bent over. He positioned his cock at her pussy, feeling how wet it was, and decided to push in with one hard push, making both him and his mother moan loudly. He wondered if his father had heard it, but at the same time, he didn't care as he started to fuck his mother's sweet pussy.
The door handle rustled again, and when the door remained closed he heard his father sigh.
"Sir William," Alan said meakly.
