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."
