Corrupting the Bradley's - Anja
A The Theft of Our Lives Side-Story
By Tug Coxwell
Disclaimer: This story and all characters are fictional. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. This is a multi-part story containing various sex acts between adults, including incest, anal, oral, coercion, corruption, and cuckolding. In real life, all non-consensual sex is immoral, illegal, and not condoned by the author. All characters are 18-years old or older. All rights reserved.
Author's Note: I've taken a hiatus from writing new material. This is a previously unposted side-story to the Theft of Our Lives series, normally found in the Non-Consent category. It's written in two parts. It helps if you're familiar with the back story, but it's not essential to following this chapter. New material will be forthcoming soon.
THE ASSIGNMENT
It was just daybreak when Emma entered Kellen's room.
"Kel, honey, time to wake up," she prodded our snoring son, setting her broad panty-clad ass on the edge of the mattress while reaching for his shoulder and gently shaking him to consciousness.
As was becoming common, my formerly modest wife dispensed with wearing outer clothing around the house. She didn't go out of her way to traipse around in her underwear, or even less, but she also didn't bother dressing decently when completing such a mundane morning task as waking an 18-year-old guy for school.
On this morning, Emma wore powder blue bikini panties and a light, loose cream-tone chemise against the warm late spring weather, with her chestnut brown hair tied in her usual ponytail. She was braless, of course, as she never slept with the uncomfortable constraints of a bra even in her more respectable days.
Kellen lay on his side, a sheet covering the lower half of his body, but otherwise naked as was now also the norm.
"C'mon, sleepyhead, you've got class today," his caring mother scolded lightly, shaking his arm vigorously jarring him to a dazed semi-consciousness while rolling his recumbent body onto his back.
Uncovered, the display of his muscular build - powerful arms, broad shoulders, carved pecs, and trimmed abdomen from his variety of athletic pursuits sent a palpable flutter through my stirred wife and she shuddered realizing the inappropriate effect our young ballplayer's body had on her sexually.
"Oh, still dreaming, I see," Emma commented, recognizing the stiff bulge pressing the front of the percale sheet, knowing exactly what she was seeing and understanding a morning hard-on was a trait common to virile young men.
"Ahh, mom, in a minute," Kellen complained in typical teenager fashion, his eyes half-open and groggily lolling his head in refusal.
A sense of playfulness overcame Emma, reacting to the stimulus of the moment and an underlying but always present admonition by our tormenter and my boss, Hank Allenby, to keep the teasing and sexual atmosphere in the house at a constant peak.
"Let me make this very clear to all of you, Emma," she remembered Hank advising her before my family left that sad day of the office celebration. "This ain't a one-time deal. You're a family that takes care of each other's needs - all of them. Everything you've done, keep doing ten-fold. Understand?"
Hank's message was clear, and Emma kept the need to stimulate our son in the forefront at all times, hence the scanty bedroom attire she'd never dare wear in community areas of the house prior to our indenture.
"I need more of you awake than just this big boy," my wife chided, returning her thoughts to Kellen, and grasping the rigid length of his swollen cock through the sheets.
"Oh, mom," our surprised son gasped, his eyes shooting open at the pleasant assault on his erection.
Unsurprisingly, Emma didn't relinquish the inflamed span, and instead squeezed the meaty staff again before running her fingertips firmly along either side of the pulsing flesh.
"Wake up, Kel. Rise and shine, and I promise to make it worth your while," she insisted with matronly authority, issuing a very unmotherly offer she'd never imagined speaking merely months ago.
"Really?" he replied with the disbelieving voice he used when promised a cool gift for his birthday.
"Yes, sweetheart, really," Emma confirmed coyly.
"Mom will take care of this big guy, but first we need to talk about something that Hank wants us to do," she promised, turning on a mischievous vixen persona that secretly turned her on, even if the very nature of it made the act she was to perform so much naughtier.
"Mr. Allenby? You mean like, an assignment?" Kellen asked, sitting up in the bed, pushing the sheets down to his ankles and freeing his stiff cock twitching openly between his thighs.
"Ummm, yes, I suppose you could call it that," my tenuous wife stated, casting a quick glance at the impressive staff, and uncertain how to approach this next task, but curious to see how our usually conscientious son reacted to the nefarious deed my boss desired they complete, sooner rather than later.
Squaring her shoulders and drawing a deep breath, Emma consciously forced her huge tits into the chemise, embossing her aroused nipples into the diaphanous fabric knowing Kellen couldn't avoid staring in a move designed to keep the sexual tension bubbling and the scandalous nature of their conversation on the surface.
"Kellen, you have a lot of friends, right?" she asked rhetorically, knowing of his many acquaintances from his participation on the school sports teams and not bothering to wait for an answer. "So, tell me, which friend do you think has the prettiest mother?"
"Huh?" our confused son questioned, drawing his gaze reluctantly from her giant boobs to look her in the eye, clearly not expecting her unusual line of inquiry.
Deliberately, she paused, thinking through how to lead Kellen down a path that was a new direction in our subservience to Hank, and therefore more difficult to manipulate and successfully accomplish.
"You heard me, son. Remember, you told me you often checked out the MILFs, as you called them. That must include some of your friends' moms," Emma deftly countered his puzzlement.
"Well, yeah, I suppose so," he shrugged, still not getting the gist of the odd inquisition but willing to play along if it resulted in what he hoped was his reward. "Randy's mom is pretty hot. You know, attractive."
Emma noted the tension creeping over Kellen, uncomfortable speaking to her so frankly about another guy's mother, so she stealthily slipped her hand between his parted legs, taking his sturdy tool between her slender fingers and gliding them sumptuously along the pulsing length.
"Ahhh," he sighed contentedly.
"Yes, I've met Mrs. Harrison at a few of your games," his purposeful mother agreed, languidly toying with his pulsating cock keeping the sexual temperature high and his illicit confessions forthcoming.
"Cassie's very attractive, and with lovely brown eyes, but she's kind of skinny, don't you think? You know, flat-chested? I thought you like a woman with 'curves,'" she rebutted gamely, playing on their previous conversation that unholy Saturday when she'd initiated him into the fold of our licentious family plight.
Emma didn't particularly care for Cassie Harrison, thinking her pretty, but something of a snob. While they were always pleasant socially with one another, my exacting wife didn't want to be involved with the woman, or even more so for Cassie to learn of our family's disreputable situation.
"Umm, sure, most guys like, umm, big breasts," Kellen admitted susceptibly as his breathing grew shallow and irregular under his clever mother's manipulations of his tensing shaft.
"You mean 'big tits,' Kel? Like mine?" his outlandish mother teased with a hint of ego gratification for her own benefit and desiring to keep the terminology coarse in pursing her end.
Seizing the moment, Emma momentarily released our beguiled son's aching staff, grabbing the hem of her chemise, and fluidly pulling it over her head, setting her enormous DD melons free and giving a subtle shift of her shoulders for his viewing pleasure, leaving her only in her blue panties.
I was in our bedroom dressing for work so didn't see it, but if I had, my only comment is that for a woman who'd spent her entire adult life deflecting attention from her spectacular chest, my resourceful wife sure knew how to use her big tits to get what she wanted.
"How about Mrs. Bradley?" Emma asked, sensing she had Kel in a good place and cutting to the chase. "You've known Tim forever, so you have to know how pretty Anja can be in an exotic, European kind of way, and her body is killer. You must have noticed that?"
"Yeah, for sure, but, you know, she's Tim's mom," our suddenly bashful son responded, staring mesmerized by his mother's unbelievable jugs only a foot away and uncomfortable talking about his best friend's mother in such an overtly physical way.
"Well, heck, Kellen, I'm your mom, and Tim told you he thought I had a 'great rack,'" my wife quickly retorted using the soft curse in her inimical manner. "If he can think of me that way, why can't you think of Mrs. Bradley the same way?"
Emma almost literally saw the switch flip in Kellen's head and took advantage, assertively stroking her supple palm up and down the smooth surface of his erect shaft, then drawing her fingertips to the responsive crown with a gentle twirl, before continuing the motion second-naturedly.
"Ohhhhh," his breathy sigh indicated his obvious gratification at his mother's intuitive provocation.
