I read some of the critiques of this story, and then re-read it. Much of that criticism was fair; I was not as clear as I should have been on some points, and without more explanation, some of the events seem far-fetched. Hopefully this version is more coherent and satisfying. (Edit submitted July 30, 2018)
This is a work of fantasy. All characters are over 18. In real life, incest is wrong, and turning your reluctant, busty mother into your sexual plaything is bad, mmkay?
Michael was the youngest of four children of Tom and Valerie Henderson. He sat in his third period Algebra class and reflected on what a sadistic bastard his father was. They had packed up and moved three weeks before spring break of Michael's senior year of high school, forcing him to start over in a new town in a new state for the ninth time in his life. It was no wonder his older brothers and sister never visited once they left home.
This wasn't idle teenage anger, Tom really was a sadist. He was fiercely competitive, dominating, and was a borderline sociopath. In short, he was perfect for his career in sales. Tom was ruthless in his pursuit of promotions, but his sales numbers usually propelled him to the top of any short list when his supervisors needed to fill a vacancy. Tom put his career ahead of his family, and had shown in the past that he would move without hesitation.
When the head of the corporate office in Omaha had to step down for health reasons, Tom was primed to take over that plum position. It never crossed his mind that his wife and youngest son would be bothered leaving their lovely Los Angeles suburban home and moving to Nebraska. Valerie was visibly upset when Tom announced that they were moving, but she was so submissive to her husband that she never so much as murmured in protest.
Michael tried to escape from his abusive father. He approached his three best friends and asked if he could stay with one of their families until graduation. One of his friends' parents was concerned, and called Tom directly. Tom was smoothly reassuring on the phone, letting them know this had to be a simple misunderstanding. At the same time, he was seething at his son for making him look bad.
Michael heard his mother cry out. It was the only warning he had before his father was on him. Because he had seen his father beat the living shit out of his older brothers, Michael had been taking martial arts courses for the last few years. However, his dad was a fifth degree black belt. Michael did his best to defend himself, but it was a very one-sided fight. It would have been much worse, but Tom was enraged at his son for having the temerity to actually block or deflect all those punches and kicks. When he lost his temper like that, his attacks were more predictable.
They battled through the living room for twenty minutes, knocking the furniture over as they went. In the end, Tom got his son in a choke hold. He might have actually killed his own son if Valerie hadn't softly dissuaded him with a gentle touch on his forearm.
"Please, Tom," she begged him, "let him go."
Tom grunted in disgust, dropping his son to the living room floor. He stood over Michael and glowered down at him.
"Don't you EVER embarrass me like that again, you got that?" he spat out.
"Yes, sir," Michael responded, rubbing his throat.
Their broken couch and coffee table were left in the driveway when they drove away in the moving truck.
Michael had a really tough time fitting in at his new school. He wasn't tall or athletic, but he was a decent-looking young man. Unfortunately, this late in his senior year of high school, most of the girls in his new school already had boyfriends. He looked around the class at some of the cute girls. In his mind it was a checklist he had already gone through. Only one of those girls was interested, and she had a boyfriend. Michael really didn't want to have to fight that guy, and a girl who encouraged that sort of confrontation was probably more trouble than she was worth.
He sighed quietly to himself and tried to focus on the math. It was the last day of school before spring break. He went through the rest of his classes, and talked with the handful of classmates he was beginning to befriend. It was an uphill battle being Tom Henderson's kid and trying to be liked. Michael got through the day and went home. He looked out the window that evening, just shaking his head as he watched fresh snow falling. It was spring break, for fuck's sakes!
His mom walked up behind him and gently rubbed his shoulders. He had watched her reflection in the window as she approached. She always wore sexy little robes or gowns around the house. It was what Tom wanted. Those outfits invariably showcased her huge breasts. It was the reason Michael stopped inviting any of his friends over after the sixth grade. His friends understandably could not take their eyes off of his mom, and her hypnotically swaying bosom in particular. He understood, because he had been hypnotized by those amazing breasts almost every day of his life, even though it was his mom.
Michael had developed amazing self control as a result. Valerie had almost never seen him ogling her body. The handful of times she had caught him looking, it was so fleeting that she thought she must have imagined it. This skill set carried over when Michael went to school and moved over his lifetime. He was not intimidated by pretty, well-endowed girls. He never embarrassed himself or got caught staring at them.
In his last school, he had dated some of the most attractive girls. He had inherited enough of his father's dominating personality that he was able to manipulate them into doing whatever he desired. Most of the time, he desired a nice, wet blowjob. It had been a solid month since he had the pleasure of his girlfriend's soft mouth nursing a load of his cum from him. He missed Melissa. Well, he missed Melissa's eager, lush body. He probably missed Melissa's horny mom even more.
Of course, neither of them was in the same league as his own sexy mom, who was now rubbing his neck and shoulders. Sighing as she looked at the snow with him, she spoke up.
"I can't believe this," she said in her breathy little voice, "It's ninety degrees at our house in LA right now."
"Yeah," Michael grunted.
He stood and enjoyed her touch for ten minutes. Then he turned around her body and returned the favor, working his strong fingers into the muscles of his mom's shoulders and neck. He actually had taken some therapeutic massage training the previous summer, for a job at the local mall. When Valerie sighed and dropped her head, he got to admire her shapely ass. The short, translucent robe made no secret of her tiny pink thong. That vision never failed to stir a solid erection in Michael's boxers.
Later that evening, Tom returned home from the office. He was brusque as he announced that he was leaving for the airport and that they were on their own for dinner.
"Where are you going, Dad?" Michael asked. He wasn't disrespectful in the way that he asked. He wasn't trying to antagonize his father, and he knew his mother wouldn't even ask.
"We have a group in Atlanta that they need me to oversee. After that, I'm heading down to Orlando. I'll probably be back in three or four weeks."
Inside, Michael was seething. He and his mother would be stuck here in the freezing cold while his father played in sunny Florida. He held that resentment inside, smiled and said, "Have a good time, Dad."
Valerie thought about it, and found her voice. "Tom, couldn't we all go? Michael is on his spring break, so we could—"
"No." Tom's voice was cold as he cut her off. He didn't even bother to explain, just got his things together. A taxi was there to pick him up fifteen minutes after he had walked in the door.
It was not the first time Tom had left his wife and kids for weeks at a time. Valerie's married life had consisted mainly of those prolonged absences punctuated by his dominating presence. She was a woman plagued by insecurity. She really didn't think that she was attractive enough. She had always been self-conscious of her large breasts, but felt that they were the only thing that kept her successful husband around. When he said that he expected her to dress sexy for him all the time, she made sure her outfits displayed her breasts prominently, and showed off her ass as well.
Her older boys and their friends had openly displayed their admiration. Valerie had enjoyed the attention, and had felt attractive when those boys and young men had been around. Unfortunately, Tom would fly into a rage when he caught them looking at her, often running off those friends for good. Far too often, he would beat his oldest sons into submission.
Until that one fight before they left California, he had never had that sort of confrontation with Michael. Michael had always been careful to avoid antagonizing his father. He had a very keen, calculating mind. He was skilled at hiding his emotions. That was unfortunate for poor Valerie and her low self-esteem. With her oldest sons long gone, it had been years since she had felt sexy or appreciated. These days she felt old and unattractive, unaware of Michael's arousal whenever he was around her. She certainly never got any validation from her domineering husband.
When the taxi took Tom to the airport, Valerie sighed and poured a tall glass of wine. Michael watched as she quickly drained that glass and refilled it. He shook his head. This was going to be a very long 'vacation,' he thought. Minutes later, he realized that it would be worse. The heater shut down audibly.
They had bought a spacious house far outside the city limits of Omaha. It sat on a very large plot, with two good sized hills and what could either be described as a small lake or a very large pond. The house probably cost half what their much smaller home in Los Angeles had been worth. It was new, and it took a while for Michael to figure out the complicated menu for the climate control system.
He eventually figured out that his father had set the climate control to save power. The heater would not come back on until the temperature inside the house had dropped below fifty-six degrees. It would be miserably cold for twelve hours every night. Michael clenched his fists. They were rich, dammit! Why his dad had to be such a miser was just another part of the sadistic enigma.
Michael trudged to his room and stripped off his school clothes. He wrapped a thick robe around his naked body and found his thick wool socks. He then walked back to the living room and sat next to his mother on the couch, pulling the thick comforter over them to keep them warm.
Valerie had already finished her second glass of wine and was slowly sipping her third. She hadn't realized how chilly she was until she felt the warmth of the comforter over her thighs. She smiled gratefully at Michael.
"Thanks," she breathed, "I didn't realize how cold it was."
Michael smiled back at her. She was unaware, but her thick nipples were hard as pebbles. They were clearly visible through the thin material of her gown. Michael's eyes feasted on those mouth-watering breasts out of his peripheral vision. His hard dick was already starting to work its way up from his lap, out of the front of his robe. He got a small thrill from that; knowing that his hard, naked dick was just a foot away from his mother's bare thighs under the blanket.
The sun had set, and the light from the television was soon the only illumination in the house. When Valerie arose to get another glass of wine, she was already a bit unsteady on her feet and shivering from the cold air. Michael admired her swaying, almost naked bottom and reached down to slowly stroke his erection beneath the covers.
His calculating mind crunched the numbers. He would have her, he thought. He would have sex with his busty mom many times before his father returned.
