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'Mother, Son and Daughter' started as a standalone story, but I liked the characters so much that I finished the first story with a teaser for the next part. Hence a trilogy was accidentally born. This is part two of that trilogy and continues directly from the first. For those that have not read the first installment, I suggest you do. But then again, this story can be read on it's own too, feel free to read in any order you wish.
If you are still here, thank you.
I've tried something a little different in terms of narration this time. Hope it works for you.
All characters in the story are over the age of eighteen, and consent to all activities. The characters and storyline are of course fictional and bear no resemblance to anyone I know. It contains incest and bisexual scenes (but you should know that from the title), mild domination, sex for the first time, and sexual toys. If these do not excite you, then I fully understand if you do not read on.
Thanks again for reading on.
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How great was Mom? Wow. I couldn't believe how great she was, how little encouragement she needed to take control. She's a super, classy Mom but has always been a bit of a pushover. Lewis and I have gotten away with murder really over the years, and Dad has prioritized work over her, she just hasn't stood up for herself. Never done stuff just for her. So how she dominated Lewis and Emma so effortlessly was lit. Sorry, I mean amazing. My pussy was drenched from how exciting it was, seeing my mom in complete ecstasy. Seeing my brothers' cock ramming into her. His girlfriend writhing on her face. It makes me wet thinking about it again now.
So do you want to know what happened next? I hope so.
I walked out of the lounge, naked, and headed upstairs to my room. I had played with myself the whole time they were fucking, my pussy was still dripping, my nipples sore from being erect for so long, but I had promised a reward for Mom and I wasn't going to disappoint her. I wanted to toughen her up and give her the life experiences she deserved, instead of being a doormat she was. However, a change of scenery was required, a change of pace, to perfect her skills, to invite her into my world.
I know my confidence had shocked her, but it wasn't a surprise to me. I have always been dominant when it comes to sex. I think it comes mostly from my ambivalent feelings towards men, particularly my first time with a guy. I love a good cock. Sucking on a cock is amazing. Having a hard cock filling your pussy...mmm...yes please. But I am not physically attracted to men. A woman is so much more interesting. A female body is so much more interesting. A beautifully extended female neck is maybe the most erotic thing in the world. It sums up a woman completely: delicate, but strong. Tracing with your tongue from the ear lobe all the way down to the top of the cleavage. Feeling the shivers it creates. Oooh. So sexy. Then there's the curves of a breast, a perfect pair together but also perfect apart, the way they rise and fall with each breath. The round pointed nipples are encapsulated by the flesh of the breast. Part of the breast, but also their own thing. Their own pleasure. And don't get me started on the lower half of a woman...So much more interesting than a man.
So when I had my first experience with a man, I was the one in control. I was the one who could take it or leave it. He was the one desperate to shoot his load, and that gave me power. And, oh yes, I made the most of that.
Jimmy was his name. He was what you would call a jock. If you haven't read my Mom's account of the evening so far, I'm Sam by the way. I'm attractive. In fact, I'm hot. I'm not embarrassed to say that. If you have learned anything about me so far, you know I'm not embarrassed about many things and my looks are not one of those things. I inherited a slender figure and great pair of tits from my mom, as well as my blonde hair. She has more muscle on her legs and bottom than me. My arse is more naturally pert and sticks out slightly from my frame. She is more of a powerhouse. I'm your ballerina, with a bite... oh, and tits. A ballerina with tits. lol.
So jocks like me. And Jimmy was a jock. Short brown hair, brown eyes and traces of a little brown fluff on his chin. He was uber-fit from playing a lot of football and he did cold water swimming two or three times a week. This gave him a great physique. Strong chest, iron pumping biceps, thighs like tree trunks, and abs to die for. The physical size of him made what happened between us all the more surprising. Oh, but Jimmy was no Einstein.
We were at a house party in the summer before college, we had been kind of seeing each other since hooking up at my 18th. A few hands here and there, a few kisses here and there. But it hadn't progressed to sex yet. I knew he wanted to get to that base that night, and, if I'm honest, I was looking forward to seeing and feeling what it was like as well. I thought I preferred women but there's no harm in trying all things.
The parents of the house were away and there were about fifteen people drinking and dancing, nothing too rebellious or raucous. After about two hours at the party, a few drinking games, a few shots, and a bottle of pretty poor wine later, we started making out on the couch downstairs. I was perched on his lap, his hard body felt good under his tight, white Lacoste T-shirt as I held my hand on his chest. He clumsily rubbed my breast through my pink wrap-around top as we kissed. Our tongues exchanging blows.
"Let's go upstairs," I whispered in his ear. Jimmy jumped up with only one thing on his mind, leaving me to topple backwards onto the couch. He headed for the stairs, leaving me alone, bewildered. "What the f?" I thought.
I casually stood, adjusted my clothing, seeing if anyone had just seen what had happened (fortunately not), and followed Jimmy. As I reached the top of the stairs, my Knight in shining armour, not!, was holding the door open to the master bedroom with a big grin on his face. I could already see the start of an erection in his pale chino's. I walked past him without acknowledging him, pausing inside the door. He brushed past me and jumped onto the bed, sitting on the edge, and laying back. I closed the door and locked it. This cheeky fucker was expecting sex with no effort. I'd have to fix that.
I turned to face him, kicked his legs apart, stood between them and started to untie my wrap-around top. I had a purple bra on underneath, more sports than sexy, but it did show off my ample breasts. I could see more traces of that erection rising. He lay back with his arms behind his head
"Your turn," I said "Top off." Jimmy scrambled to get his T-shirt over his head as I stood in front of him. The excitement grew in his face, and his pants. I unclipped my bra and let it fall down my arms to the floor. His eyes lit up and he started to lift his arms to touch my tits.
"No, no, no. You stay right there." I said pushing his hands back down. My breasts getting very close to him. "You can wait for these babies." I shook my breasts slightly from side to side and took a step backward.
"Let's get those pants off."
Again Jimmy scrambled to get the clothes off as quickly as possible.
"Calvins too." I motioned to his underwear. He looked a little puzzled but his brain wasn't doing the thinking by this point so he obeyed and pulled his trunks down over his magnificent thighs.
Jimmy has an average size cock. I later learned that he experimented with steroids which probably didn't help with his penis size, but it was big enough for my first time. Non threatening. Semi erect, it bobbed up and down as he sat in front of me. He was noticeably excited and a little embarrassed to be naked apart from his white sports socks.
"I think you need him to be a bit bigger for me. I think you better play with 'Little Jimmy'." I said pointing at his cock.
"What? Are you crazy?"
In retrospect, I think I was a little crazy. His arrogance that he was going to get 'pussy' with no effort. Leaving me downstairs. Jumping on the bed. Expecting. It wasn't much, but it flicked a switch in me. It awoke a dominant mistress that would not accept any shit from men. That wanted equality for women. No. That wanted more for women.
"Do you want to play with these?" I asked, clasping the side of my breasts and, again, swaying them from side to side. "Do you want some of this?" I asked lifting my short denim skirt, showing my purple panties. I didn't wait for a response. "Well, you are going to have to work for it. Take 'Little Jimmy' in your hand and start jacking off. I want to see how hard you can get. How much you want me." I licked my fingers and circled my nipples. I was going to use every womanly weapon I possessed.
It did the trick. Seeing me touch my nipples, Jimmy grabbed his dick and started to masturbate quickly.
"Slow down Jimmy. Let's not get 'Little Jimmy' too excited. Long slow strokes." I bent over so my face was level with his cock. "Long...Slow...Strokes." I exhaled on the last word, breathing and blowing across the tip of his cock. I saw his nipples harden instantly and his abs tighten. My eyebrows raised. I slowly blew again with the same result. I let a little spit fall from my mouth and dangle down until it touched the tip of his cock where it gripped, pulled itself free from my lips and pooled around the top of his foreskin. He quickened his pace with his hand smearing my spit around the shaft. "Shhh. Slow Jimmy. Slow." I breathed the words across his cock again. An electric jolt seemed to come from under him. "Controlling a man through his cock really is easy," I thought.
I raised my body back to full height, slowly unzipped my skirt and let it slip down over my hips, turning to the side so he got a clear view of my arse.
"What do you want to do to me Jimmy? What are you going to do to this body?"
"Fuck you." Replied Jimmy.
In that instant I knew Men were not for me in terms of a meaningful relationship. Sex yes. But nothing more.
"Fuck me!" I exclaimed. " Is that it? Is that the best you can come up with? Look at these lips. Look at these tits. Look at these legs. Look at this arse. You can do better Jimmy." My body cavorting as I motioned to each body part as I said the words. What are you going to do to this body, you useless prick." Jimmy stopped masturbating. He didn't quite know whether to storm out or carry on. He was being verbally abused but had the chance to have sex. He was an 18-year-old boy. Sex won.
"Mmm. I'm sorry Sam. I can do better than that."
"I'm sorry MISS. I can do better MISS." I was getting into this role now.
Meanwhile Jimmy was slowly realising he had lost control of this situation. "I'm sorry Miss, I can do better Miss."
"Go on then. Do better. What will you do to this body?" I said as I posed for him.
