My Mom - My Lover

Brady sat in the living room waiting for his dad to come home. Dena was out shopping, which is how Brady wanted it. He wanted to deal with his dad on his own. He knew his conscience should be bothering him. He went back and forth in his mind as to the right and wrong of what he had done to his dad the night before. If John had just stood up to him. If he'd just done something to evoke some kind of respect from him. "FUCK IT!" Brady yelled out as he sat alone in the house. The roller coaster in his conscience came to a screeching halt. "I'm not feeling guilty about anything anymore. I don't care how this plays out." He spoke to no one but himself. "I've got her. I'm keeping her. To hell with him!"

Brady was waking up to the reality of what his dad was like. Growing up he had this picture in his mind of what he was like. Very little of it was reality. He wasn't sure if it was because he'd been protected from the reality of what he was like, or if he had just ignored it all those years, not wanting to deal with it back then. Either way, he saw things the way they were now. He wondered if his brothers had seen it all those years. Him being away for the past twelve years or so just delayed having to deal with it sooner. Maybe they'd already dealt with it in their own way. He'd have to give each of them a call.

John drove home not knowing what to expect. He'd left for the office that morning before Brady or Dena were up. He hated confrontation. Hated it! He usually did everything he could to avoid it. He thought about just walking in the house, gathering up what things he needed and going to the local Comfort Inn & Suites for a few nights. Or at least until he had to leave for his Phoenix trip. He knew Sue would be more than happy to join him.

John walked into the house through the back door. He couldn't remember the last time he'd used the front door. Brady was standing at the kitchen counter pouring himself another cup of coffee. The two men stared at each other for that awkward moment until Brady spoke up, knowing his dad wouldn't. "We need to talk."

John started walking away, avoiding eye contact. "There's nothing to talk about."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Brady yelled as he set his cup of coffee down on the counter. "With all that happened last night, and that's all you can say, 'there's nothing to talk about.'" John stopped and just stared at Brady, not knowing what to say. "What the hell happened to you? Where did my dad go?"

"What you see is what you get."

"That's it?! That's all you've got to say? I just fucked your wife in front of you last night, and that's it?"

"That whore hasn't been my wife for years. You're welcome to her."

Brady bristled at his words, even though he knew they were true. "You're right! Mom is a whore! But she's my whore now. So be careful what you say about her."

Once again, instead of standing up to Brady, John backed down. "Sorry."

"So now what? You want us out of here?"

"I don't know. I should throw you both out. But I . . ." John couldn't bring himself to admit how much he enjoyed the night before.

Brady knew. "You got off on watching last night, didn't you?"

John looked down breaking eye contact. "Yes!"

"What about it turned you on?" Brady had an idea of what his kink was, but he wanted to hear his dad verbalize it. John wouldn't answer the question. "I asked you a question!" He almost shouted.

John knew he should tell him it was none of his damn business. But he couldn't bring himself to stand up to his own son. "I guess it was a little of everything. Just watching you take her. The noises she made. The way you dominated her. The things she said to me."

"OK! One last question. Are you gay?"

John thought for a minute. "I don't think so. Although I have wondered sometimes what it would be like."

Brady sat quietly. "We'll talk more later. Mom and I will be back later." He grabbed his coat and walked out, not saying another word.

Brady met Dena for dinner so he could fill her in on what had been discussed and what he had planned. Brady nursed a cup of coffee as they waited for their meals. "I had no idea how weak dad is. He could barely look at me as we talked. He couldn't even bring himself to kick us out." He paused. "So I'm going to take control of this situation."

"What are you going to do?"

"You'll see."

Dena reached across the table and took his hand. For the first time in her life she had a man she felt safe enough to open up to and bare her soul to. "I was really scared this afternoon as I tried to get some shopping done. But I'm not scared anymore."

"What were you scared of?"

"I guess I had gotten so used to the way we were living, I had become comfortable with it. All that's changing now. I was afraid of the unknown. Where all this was heading. Where we would go. Having my comfortable fucked up world changed. All of it."

Brady squeezed her hand smiling at her. "But you're not scared anymore?"

"No baby. Not when I'm with you."

"Good. I won't tolerate you living in fear with me. You belong to me. And I'm not just talking physically. I mean in every way. So if there's ever anything that makes you fearful I want to know about it. Understood?"

Dena smiled. "I understand. Do you know how bad I want you right now?"

Brady laughed. "Hold onto that thought. You'll be taking care of me later when we get home."

"Oh baby! Mama doesn't have to hold onto that thought. That thought never leaves me. I can't wait to get home."

"Good! Feel like putting on another show for dad?"

Dena wasn't expecting that question. "If that's what you want baby."

"That's what I want. Dad is a cuckold who gets off on being humiliated." Brady dug into his meal letting that revelation sink into Dena's head. "I'm taking the restraints off of you tonight. You can humiliate him all you want."

"Anything goes?" She asked with a devilish smile.

"Anything! But that also goes for me too!"

"What does that mean?" Dena's smile transformed into a look of concern wondering what Brady had in mind.

"You'll see."

Brady and Dena walked in the back door with Dena giggling like a little girl as Brady's hands were all over her body, squeezing, groping and tickling. Dena stepped into the doorframe leading from the kitchen into the living room when Brady grabbed her, putting her hands on the door frame on either side of her. "Now don't let go. If you let go you'll be punished." Brady whispered in her ear. Then he walked over to the stairs to the second floor. "Dad!" He yelled up the stairs. "Get down here!" Brady knew he'd be in his bedroom.

John came out of his room and down the stairs wondering what was going on. He didn't have long to wonder when he stepped into the living room. Brady was pointing to a chair he had positioned about ten feet from where Dena was standing, right in front of her. "Sit there!" He didn't give him any options.

Brady walked up to Dena, facing her within arms length. He spoke to John without ever taking his eyes off of Dena. "You were right. Mom's a whore." He smiled at her. "But she's my whore! She's my slut! She's my lover! And I do love her!" Brady's words caught her by complete surprise. She was overcome with emotions. She wanted to throw her arms around him, but remembered his warning. "Now I'm going to take my whore and show you how a whore like her needs to be taken."

Dena looked over at John. "Watch closely you worthless pussy! Watch how a real man does it! Something you never were!"

John instinctively reached for his cock and began rubbing it through his pants. He was being humiliated and turned on at the same time. He felt drawn to it like a moth to the flames. 'What is wrong with me? I can't enough of this!' He thought to himself. 'I am so fucked up! But I don't care!'

The lust in Brady's eyes was so intense, it would have scared Dena if she didn't trust him completely. "I've never liked this blouse on you." He said as he reached for it, ripping it apart, sending the buttons flying around the room. Dena gasped with the suddenness of move. She could feel her heart beat increasing. "I never liked that bra either." He reached in his pants pocket and pulled out his pocket knife. He opened it with flip of his thumb and slid the blade between her shoulder blade and bra strap, slicing the strap in half. He did the same with the other strap.

Dena moaned like whore in heat. "Oh baby! Are you going to hurt Mama? Take me baby! Take your Mama you dirty mother fucker!" She looked over at John who was furiously rubbing his cock. "Are you watching how a real man does it you sick pussy? Are you watching?" She looked back at Brady. "Come on baby! Don't make Mama wait!" She said almost begging.

He pulled her bra down allowing her huge tits to flop out. He stared at her tits with pure lust. He took the backside of his blade and stroked it over her tit flesh, back and forth, then over her hardening nipples. Dena gasped as the cold steel grazed her flesh. She knew he wasn't going to hurt her. But the thought of what he might do with that knife had her pussy gushing and throbbing. "I've always loved these tits mom." He purposely called her mom to heighten the eroticism of the moment.

"I know you have baby. I remember you as a teen always trying to catch a peek at them. You were a dirty boy."

Brady reached out with his other hand and slapped the side of her tit. "I was a dirty boy. Now I'm a dirty mother fucker." He slapped her tit again. He turned to John. "You could have had this slut. You could have been fucking this whore every night. But you're too much of a pussy to know what to do with a whore like this." Brady turned back to his mom, grabbed her by the back of her head and pulled her into his body. Dena threw her arms around his neck as they kissed, moaning as their mouths devoured each other like the hungry lovers they were. He finally pulled her off, both panting. "Strip naked and get on your knees." Dena couldn't get her clothes off fast enough. She kicked them aside and drop to her knees, tugging at Brady's belt. She pulled his pants and shorts off after taking his shoes and socks off. Not needing any instruction she inhaled his erection till it hit the back of her throat. She began a furious sucking and slurping on his cock.

Brady grabbed a fistful of her hair to slow her down. He had plans she wasn't aware of yet. He turned to his dad again. "Take it out!"

"What?" John asked. He was now so swept up in the eroticism of the moment his dignity was no longer even a thought.

"Take out your cock! I want to watch you jack off! I want to watch you cum all over yourself while I'm cumming inside my slut!" Brady pulled her mouth off his cock and yanked her head back so she was looking up at him. "You are such a filthy whore." He took his cock in his other hand and began to slap her face with it. Dena moaned with her mouth open trying to catch it as it grazed across her lips. Brady laughed. "You are such a hungry slut."

He looked over at John again. His pants and shorts were down around his ankles. HIs fist was a blur as it pumped his cock. "Stop!"

"What?!" John asked gasping for breath.

"Why do I always have to repeat myself with you? I said stop! I don't want you cumming. Now sit there and watch me finish off this whore." Brady lifted her by her hair and led her over to the couch. He laid her on her back and spread her legs like scissors. He knelt between them, then shoved his cock home to Dena's wails. He pounded her hard, not letting up as he felt his orgasm building. Sweat was rolling off his body as he pumped her relentlessly. "You ready for this babe?" He asked panting. "You ready for your boy's seed inside you?"

"Give it to me baby! Mama wants to feel your seed inside me! Come on baby! Fuck me!"

Brady grunted as his cock exploded inside her pussy. He felt rope after rope of his seed shooting from the head of his cock. Her pussy squeezing his cock trying to milk every drop out of him. Brady grunting through every shot. HIs orgasm so intense he felt himself getting light headed. His stomach began to cramp up.

When his orgasm finally subsided, he sat their with his cock still buried inside her, savoring the feel of her pussy clenching him. Before pulling out he looked over at John. "Get over here! Crawl!" John crawled across the living room floor until he was kneeling next to them. Brady pulled out of her pussy with a popping sound. He pointed at her pussy. "Clean her out! And make sure your swallow every drop of it."

John hesitated until Brady took his head in his hands and shoved it between her legs. John began licking and slurping up the mixture of Brady's cum and Dena's juices. Brady looked up at Dena. The shocked look on her face made Brady smile. He winked at her. Then walked around John and knelt beside Dena's head. "Clean me off babe!" Dena began licking the length of his shaft as the two lovers stared at each other. Brady softly stroked her head. "I love you!" He said softly. The sound of John's slurping filled the room. Tears began to stream down the sides of her face. Again, she had never felt such intensity of emotion. "I love you too baby! So much!" Brady bowed down and kissed her tenderly.

Dena moaned again. "Oh you dirty boy! You knew he'd get me going again, didn't you?" John's lips and tongue were bringing about an arousal in Dena she hadn't expected.

Brady smiled as he squeezed her tit. "I had a hunch."

Dena giggled. "A hunch my ass!" She reached for his cock and pulled it to her mouth again. Brady fondled her tits as she slipped his cock into her mouth again. "I love sucking your cock." She purred as she massaged his nut sack.

"Then maybe I'll have you do this all night. You don't have any place you have to be tomorrow."

John pulled away from her pussy. HIs mouth and chin covered in their mixed juices. His cock still rock hard. "Make her suck me off!" He gasped as he grabbed his cock and began to stroke it again.

Brady glared at him. "No way! You lost this! She's mine now!" He thought of one more way of humiliating him but decided against it for now. "You can go now and finish yourself off!"

John picked up his pants and shorts and walked back upstairs to his room, stroking himself as he walked.

Brady took her by the hand and helped her up. They gathered up their clothes and headed downstairs. The two lovers showered together, scrubbing each other slowly until they'd almost run out of hot water. Brady settled into his couch, still naked, to watch something on TV while Dena dried her hair. He couldn't help but stare at her as she moved around the room. She was a gorgeous and sensuous woman. Her huge tits swayed and bounced as she moved around.

Dena knew she was being watched and enjoyed giving her boy a show. She turned her back to him and shook her ass at him, causing Brady to laugh. "I think that ass needs to be fucked."

Dena looked over her shoulder at him smiling and shaking her ass. "So come get it baby!"

Brady patted his thigh. "Get your ass over here."

Dena slipped on her ankle length black lace rob. Then she walked over to the couch and knelt down on it, straddling Brady's lap. She looked so seductive as her rob stayed open and her hair hung around her face. She rested her hands on his shoulders as Brady reached for her tits and began to caress and fondle them. He watched his hands as they glided over her flesh. Dena's eyes stayed closed as she reveled in the sensations of her man loving her breasts.

Brady leaned forward and gently sucked in one of her tits as he lifted it with his hand. His tongue bathed and teased her nipple till it was rock hard. Dena moaned softly. She wrapped her hands around his head and pulled it into her chest. "I love when you take my tits like this." She ran her fingers through his hair as he nursed on her tit. "Oh baby! Take Mama's tits! They're all yours baby!" She moaned and purred like a cat as Brady worked her tits with loving gentleness. "I hope you never get tired of them or me baby."

Brady pulled off and looked up at her. She looked so damn gorgeous with her hair hanging in her face. "I'll never get tired of them or you. Where did that come from?"

Dena shrugged her shoulders. "You told me to be honest with you. I'm being honest with you. I've struggled with insecurities all my life. What we have now has just magnified them for me."

Brady was taken back. "Have I done something to make you feel insecure?"

"Oh no baby! That didn't come out right. How can I explain this?" She thought for several seconds. "I've grown to love you in a way I never thought possible baby. When I say, 'I'm yours in every way' I really mean it. You own me completely. But when I look at you I see a man who is young, handsome, in great shape, your whole life ahead of you. Then I start thinking about some young thing coming along and stealing you away because she's prettier and in better shape. Why would you want to stay with you old mom who's fat."

Brady laughed to himself, not at his mom but at the situation. He thought to himself, 'what a way to kill the mood.' "I guess I have my work cut-out for me. I'll keep reminding you as much as is needed that I'll never get tired of you. Nor am I ever going to trade you in for a younger model. I want you. I need you. I love you. And last, but certainly not least, I own you. I don't plan on giving that up. Now, it sounds like you're really insecure about your weight. Yes?"

"I've always been insecure about my weight. Especially now with you."

"I don't think your fat. As a matter of fact, I love your body just the way it is."

Dena stroked his face smiling. "Thank you baby. That means a lot."

"But you see yourself as fat. So how much weight do you think you should lose?"

"I would like to lose about 15-20 pounds."

"Then do it! Don't talk about it! Don't stress about it! Just do it! Don't do it for me. Do it for yourself."

Dena leaned over and kissed him. "You're so good for me."

Brady thought for a second. "Here's what we're going to do. We're both going to go down to the local fitness center and join. I want to stay in shape and not lose the shape the Marines got me in. You're going to start working out and you're going to stick with it till you're in the shape you want to be in. Understood?"

Dena smiled. She couldn't remember the last time she had smiled as much as she had since Brady became her lover. "Yes baby! I understand."

"I only have one stipulation. You can't lose any weight right here." He cupped both her tits with his hands and lifted them up.

Dena giggled. "You're so damn greedy. I can't promise I won't lose some there. Most women usually do when they lose weight. But would it be so bad if they dropped down to a DD?"

Brady laughed. "Yes it would. Tell you what. If these sweet tits decrease in size any, we'll get them to start producing milk. That would open up a whole new world of possibilities."

"Mmmmm. I love that idea. Mama would love to have her baby nursing on her tits everyday. Who says we have to wait to see if they decrease in size?" Dena slipped off his lap and knelt on the floor between his legs.

"And what do you think you're doing?"

"All this talk about my boobs has me hot. I want you to fuck them." She dropped her head and sucked his flaccid cock into her mouth.

Brady stoked the side of her head. "Bring it back to life babe. I owe you a good tit fucking if I remember correctly."

Dena massaged his balls as she slobbered all over his shaft, spitting and drooling on it till his cock and her hands were covered in it. She looked up at him as she slowly stroked his cock back to life. "I love you baby. You have no idea what you've done to me. How you make me feel."