Family Master: Aaron

This is a prequel to "Family Master" which in turn in based on the characters and story 'My Mom is a Slut' by darkride.

It is also 80,000 words long and covers many, many different types of sex and kinks. Because of its size, I feel I have to put warnings up front to prevent people from giving it their time, only to land on something they are uncomfortable with.

Incest/Taboo - This is the category that it will be posted in, but the incest doesn't come in until the latter part of the story. So a warning for either too much or too little incest.

Gay Male (likely the most controversial), also Lesbian Sex - Two POV characters, one male, one female, explore and accept their kinks and sexuality, and as such, same-sex scenes are found throughout. Also, the story is named 'Aaron' because it focuses much more on him than on the female character.

BDSM - Consensual verbal and physcial abuse, cucking, cock cage, humilation, collars, leashes, bondage, impact play, public displays, etc.

Other lesser categories - Anal, Erotic Couplings, Fetish, First Time, Group Sex, Interracial Love, Loving Wife, Toys & Masturbation, Crossdressing.

If you fit in the venn diagram of all that or just like my writing or the world I'm building, thank you for reading. If you don't, then no hard feelings.

Chapter 1

Aaron's girlfriend, Maryanne, mounted his lap, tongue wrestling his in her mouth, her body ground against his crotch, as moans escaped their mouths. Alone in Aaron's dorm room, tonight was the night they'd decided to give each other their virginity. It had been a long, long time coming. They'd been high school sweethearts, started dating when he was 16 and she was 15, dating all through high school and into college. Even when Aaron, a year older, went alone to college and waited for her for that year.

Their upbringing in a conservative, religious small town, in a deeply religious family, meant their relationship was very slow to progress. Doing nothing more than kissing in high school. Then when they got to college it took a year before he'd got to touch her breast and pussy, and another half year before the first time they gave each other oral. But, now they'd agreed they were ready, or rather that she was ready, as he was bursting at the seams.

But she was worth the wait. Aside from the fact that he loved her, she was gorgeous, 5'6" tall, with long straight dark red hair down to her middle back, beautiful bright green eyes, full pink lips, delicate chin, slim body with a tight ass, and nice teardrop shaped c-cup breasts; she was amazingly beautiful and that wasn't just Aaron's rose-colored glasses.

Because he, on the other hand, was very average. If he'd decided to become a spy, he'd probably be great at it, as he disappeared into a crowd. 5'10" tall, dark hair, slim, skinny, dark eyes, light skin, and with little muscle mass. He'd never been called hot, masculine, powerful, or strong; instead usually described as kind, gentle, sweet, or cute. He felt she was so far out of his league that he was more than willing to wait for her and make her comfortable. "I love you, Maryanne," she said between kisses and meant it with his soul.

"I love you too, honey," she said with a sweet, delicate voice with a slight southern drawl she had been trying to get rid of for years. Aaron had had the same accent but also got rid of it in favor of a more neutral Midwest one. They both hated their ignorant, closed-minded town and wanted to forget it, including their small-minded families. She planted her lips on his again, moved her hands under his shirt, and gently touched his nipples, twisting and pulling them. He found he loved it a while ago, and she was usually willing to indulge him. His own hands grabbed her naked thighs and moved up under her white sundress. "Yes, baby! Your hands are so soft."

Maryanne removed her hands from under his shirt, reached down to the hem of her dress, and pulled it over her head in one quick motion. Underneath, she had a new, tight, lacy, white bra and panties; they were new, sexy, and looked expensive, but she wore the hell out of them. Aaron literally drooled at the sight of her breasts pushing against the delicate material so close to his face. He raised his hands, set them softly against the material, then cupped and squeezed her, eliciting a moan, and she arched her head back. "Yes, baby. Harder!" She moaned out.

Aaron followed her direction and gave a slightly harder squeeze, the breasts soft, but firm under his palms. She responded by bringing her own hands up over his and squeezing them and her breasts harder. "Yes! Harder!" She nearly yelled before roughly bringing her lips against his once again, her tongue fighting its way into his mouth. Once she got sexually excited, she tended to get much more aggressive and more horny, which led to more aggression; it was actually surprising that they never had sex considering how hot she got from touching. "Grab my ass!" She moaned into his mouth. He did so quickly, surprised by her profanity.

He took two handfuls of her butt and tried to squeeze as hard as she'd requested on her breasts. She pushed back against his hands and began to grind some more, his dick finding excitement in the movements and feeling. He held on and guided her to where he wanted it the most. She didn't slow down or disappoint. Her hands moved from the side of his face to the bottom of his shirt and pulled it off, breaking the kiss for only a moment, before latching on again.

Her hands continued to gently rub circles around his nipples, as they continued to make out for several more minutes. When she broke the kiss, she moved further back on his lap, leaned down, and kissed and licked his nipple, and her hands went to his belt, unbuckled it, unhooked his pants, lowered the zipper, and then reached into his pants.  Her fingertips slid underneath the waistband of his boxers and through his pubes until she touched his rod. She timidly brushed her fingers up the length of it. It was so hard. She wrapped her fingers around him and glided them up to his soft, sensitive head. He opened his mouth in awe as she rubbed him.

He knew he wasn't big; he liked to convince himself he was 4 and a half inches, but he knew that was pushing it. He didn't know if Maryanne knew he was below average, but she'd never said anything disparaging about it, which made him love her more. She released him for just a moment, quickly reached back, unhooked her bra, and shucked it off down her arms, before tossing it to the side, leaning forward again, bringing her tits higher to his face, returned her hands to her cock, and whispered in his ear, "Suck my nipples!" She said as she rubbed his cock in her hand slowly.

He nodded, scooted closer to her, ducked his head under her breast, and kissed them softly. She kissed his forehead and buried her face in his hair as he took her nipple in his mouth and sucked on it, his tongue flicked over it.

She moaned gently in his ear, leaned down, and whispered, "nibble on them." He started nibbling at her nipple, his teeth pinched it gently as he sucked. She moaned as he squeezed her other nipple, pulling it gently in his hand as she rubbed her hand up and down his shaft slowly under the waistband. "Pull it out for me." She said aggressively.

He pulled his mouth from her small pink nipple and pushed his pants down slowly. She rubbed her hand back over his little dick. She brushed her thumb over the head of his dick. Aaron leaned his head back on the back of the couch.

She stroked him slowly and then a little faster, his dick twitched, and he moaned and tensed up a little bit. She smiled, moved back off his lap, leaned down, kissed the tip of his cock, and licked it gently before looking up at his face. His mouth was wide open as he looked at her, his eyes begging her not to stop.

She knelt down on the floor between his legs. It felt amazing when she wrapped her warm lips around his throbbing dick. She looked up into his eyes, and he moaned in bliss. She swirled her tongue around him, sucked down slowly on his cock, and her hand rubbed the shaft, while the other played with his balls gently.

He spread his legs a little more, and she sucked down all of his dick. He moaned and fell back as she sucked on his cock. Her soft lips slipped up and down his throbbing shaft as his moans hummed through the air.

She reached one of her hands up and rubbed his stomach as she licked her tongue against the bottom of his cock, and pushed the head against the roof of her mouth. He humped his hips in pleasure a few times, thrusting himself deeper into her mouth, unable to control his hips.

She sucked harder and faster. He moaned deeply and rested his hand on top of her head as she pumped her mouth on his cock, her lips squeezed as she sucked as tightly as she could. Eventually, she had to pull off his dick for a breath and she moaned and looked at his face before whispering, "I want you inside of me."

"Are you sure?" Aaron asked, not wanting it to end, but making sure she was truly ready.

"Yes, baby. I 'know' I'm ready." She blushed, rose from her knees, moved to the bed, lay down, and waited as he pulled his pants and boxers down. He grabbed a condom from the box he bought earlier and put it on. She pulled her knees up and kept them together until he knelt down between her legs and spread them open, looking down at her pussy.

He gulped and scooted up closer to her, grabbed his dick, put it at the top of her pussy, and rubbed the tip of his head on her pussy slowly. He held himself still and looked up into her eyes, and once his gaze met hers, he slowly pushed himself inside of her.

They both moan out. Her eyebrows crease together, and a high-pitched moan bursts from her. She felt amazing! He moved slowly, and then in one hard thrust he hit something a little harder, and she cried in pain. He looked down at her and saw her squished eyebrows and face, "Are you okay?" He asked, concerned.

"It hurts. Give me a second. My hymen..." She grunted through clenched teeth.

"Do you need to stop?" He asked worriedly.

"No. I was told it'd be like this. They said it's like stubbing a toe, quick, and painful, but over in a minute. Just stay there and hold me. I'll tell you when."

He gave her the most reassuring smile he could and leaned down onto her, lightly touching her lips with his. She kissed him back, her face relaxed along with her pussy. "Okay, I think..." She paused and wiggled her hips, "I think I'm ready." Relieved, he pushed himself all the way inside of her. She quivered against him as he held it there for a second, moaned, and looked down at her with loving eyes.

He took both of her thighs in his hand and spread her legs further apart as he started to hump deep into her. She closed her eyes in pleasure and moaned with every thrust. She sighed and reached for his hands.

He took her hands, looked down at her, and pumped his hips deep into her. She squeezed her pussy around his cock and bit her lip as his hands moved to pinch her nipples as he steadily thrust himself into her. He felt his balls slapping against her butt cheeks and heard the wet noise of her pussy as he rocked his hips.

He wrapped his arms around her legs and started to thrust harder and deeper. His cock was getting hotter with every thrust. Her pussy was pulsating against his throbbing cock as he massaged her with it.

She bit her lip to muffle her moans as he sped up. Her breasts bounced, and she pushed her hips up against him, wanting him deeper inside her, but he had no more length to give. "I love you!" She moaned out as she cummed with a scream.

"I love you too!" He moaned loud and pushed his hips down on her, his weight heavy against her as his dick throbbed deep in her pussy. His cum filled the condom. He spread her legs, taking one last look down before collapsing on top of her.

"That was amazing," she said, wrapping her arms around him and kissing his sweaty forehead. He kissed her deeply and then slid out of her; a final moan escaped her lips.

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Maryanne lay next to her wonderful boyfriend, a sheen of sweat covering their bodies, a wet and lightly bloody spot leaked from her onto the bed sheet, her breath slowly returned, and her mind came down from the high, it was wonderful. It had taken a long time out of her hometown to accept that sex wasn't evil. To accept that the sky wouldn't fall if she enjoyed the touch of her man. To allow him to pass the final barrier, but she was so glad she did. He was a kind, gentle, loving, generous, enthusiastic, obedient man, and although she knew his size was lacking, he made up for it in other, subtler ways. She couldn't be happier, plus she didn't have anything to compare it to, just her girlfriend's stories.

After that, there was a bit of fear, spurred on by her girlfriends, that now that her boyfriend had crossed that final barrier, he'd change or leave her. Luckily, the exact opposite was true, their relationship entered a whole other level. Love, intimacy, and connection; their lives moved forward in beautiful and wonderful ways. Sex happened as often as they could coordinate around each other's roommate, and it was great. Then, after about a year of that, the consequences of their actions caught up with them, and Maryanne found herself pregnant.

"What do 'you' want to do?" Aaron asked, pushing it back on her.

"I don't know!" Maryanne said through sobs. "I mean, we can't afford this!" She wiped a tear from her eye, "If our parents learn about this, the little money they send will stop... But, I can't end it... It's not in me... I know we left the religion, but..." She started and stopped and stuttered several times, her heart and mind fighting a death fight.

"Listen." Aaron said with a confidence she rarely saw. "I only have one more semester; I'll be done before the baby is born. I have the paid internship already set up, it's not great pay, and I'm not exactly an expert on the cost of the children, but I think it could be enough, if you want to try, I'll be by your side the whole time."

"You'd... do it with me?" She smiled a small smile through sobs.

"I'll always be with you. Always!"

She lightly kissed him, "I still don't know. I have another year after you, which means being heavily pregnant during class, giving birth around exams, and having a small child during my final and hardest year."

"We've got a little time to decide. Luckily, it's a more liberal state. Until then, we can use the student health services, and maybe talk to someone about our options."

Chapter 2

They decided to keep the baby and try, and the rush and stress began. Aaron had to deal with finals, with his internship, with health insurance, with a rushed courthouse wedding, and with dealing with a hormonal, horny girlfriend. And then he made a huge mistake.

The day they found out that the baby was, in fact, twins, Aaron and his roommate ruminated and drank. And drank some more. The next morning he woke up with a massive jerking motion and while almost the entire night was a blur, the one thing that was vivid was that he had given his roommate a blowjob. He began to hyperventilate, he couldn't remember any conversation before or after it, he couldn't remember his emotional state or thought process at the time, but he could remember so much about the actual act; the feel, the smell, the taste, the look, the size, the sounds of his roommate's grunts.

He tried to tell himself it had to be a dream because of how out of place it was, but the stain on his sweater matched his 'memory'. When his roommate woke up, he didn't say anything about it. As far as Aaron knew, neither of them was gay and wouldn't have gone out of their way to do that, but it seemed like it happened. He tried to subtly ask his roommate, but either he didn't remember either or he didn't want to talk about it, and Aaron didn't want to bring him back into the secret if he didn't have to.

Then came the question of telling his fiancée. He tried over and over to tell himself it didn't happen, and if it did, then telling his moody, pregnant fifiancéeas bad for their relationship, their future, and their unborn babies. The next time he looked into her eyes, it hung over him like a thousand-pound weight. The good part of him, the part that loved her, the part that wanted to always be true, wanted to tell her. But the weak, small, cowardly part of him couldn't and wouldn't risk losing the best thing that ever happened to him, and he kept quiet. A decision that never left his heart.

After that admittedly large bump, they moved on together. Life was hard, he graduated, started his job, and they married at the courthouse so he could add her and the babies to his insurance, and he worked overtime every day. He was reluctant to skip even a single day of work, but his boss, aware of his situation, forced him to take a honeymoon and babymoon; it'd only get harder after that, and his boss said he'd need this.

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So they went together to a small lake house cabin.

No one told Maryanne that she was going to be so fucking horny when she was pregnant. As she stood in front of the mirror, in the bathroom, in the small rustic cabin, her belly was bigger than ever. She saw her stretch marks and hated the thought of them and what she would look like when all of this was over. It was the height of irony that the pregnancy made her hornier than at any time in her life, but also made her feel ugly and she didn't want to be naked with a man.

She knew she was hot, normally. But, now she felt like a bloated mess of horniness, and she wanted cock so badly. She also felt really bad that she didn't really want her husband's little cock and instead, she fantasized about a monster dick taking her from behind. But, her husband was here, they were both horny, she'd never cheat on him, and most importantly, he was here. She was hornier than she'd ever been in her life. She needed dick so badly. She could feel one of the babies kicking her from the inside. The pregnancy hormones only seemed to make things worse.

She slipped out of her maternity clothes and into a piece of lingerie that she bought for this occasion. Her breasts, hips, and obviously stomach were larger, and she hated the way she looked in the long black sheer lingerie. Objectively, she looked great, nice tits, beautiful face, nice hair, but she hated it all. She wanted to be wanted by all men, not just her husband. She looked at herself in the mirror and shrugged. It didn't matter, her husband would fuck her and if he didn't get her off with his dick, he'd do it with his fingers and mouth; he always tried as hard as he could to make her happy.

She walked into the main room and saw her husband putting groceries away in the small kitchen fridge. She got horny and a little annoyed seeing him, he still looked pretty and in good shape, he wasn't growing two humans inside him. A frown crossed her face before she caught it and reversed it. It was hormones and not his fault; well, it was half his fault, but that didn't matter for this weekend. He had a bright smile, and he beamed at her, looking her over until his eyes reached her stomach and his smile went even wider.

"Hi!" She waved with flirtation, hoping that he wouldn't have a problem with her pregnant belly.

"Hi!" He said with a dopey smile, he did love her, he didn't mind her body, he loved that she'd be the mother of their children, and she loved him for that.

"Come here!" She said with a near growl and beckoned him with her eyes. She was ravenous for sex in ways that she had never been before. He moved across the room, grabbed her gently in his arms, and kissed her softly. Too softly, she needed it rough! "I'm so horny. I need to suck on your dick. Please, get it out for me."

"Honey?" He asked confused, he kept seeing her as a mother rather than a horny, sexy, woman!