She Who Must Be Obeyed Pt 02

She part 2

I was absolutely dreading breakfast, I had hardly slept a wink all night as the events of the previous one had been playing in my mind over and over.

Would she really approach my father or was she saying that to get me on edge. It most definitely had me on edge all night, so much so that I had masturbated four times and that is a lot in one night, even for me.

Standing at the kitchen worktop buttering my toast, I heard movement from the bedroom above. They were up, or at least one of them was, I hoped it was my step-mum.

As luck would have it, it was her and even at 7am she looked radiant. Her hair draped over both shoulders and clung like glue covering her ample breasts. The neck of her silk robe was open to just below the bottom of her boob line and threatened to burst open at the slightest movement, she had tied the belt in such a way as to not let this happen of course, but I lived in hope.

"Bacon?" she asked.

I smiled, was she asking me to cook for her?

"Eggs too please, maybe two pieces of that toast that you are so obviously good at." She said, pointing to the toast in my hand.

With that, she turned and said over her shoulder, "I'll be in the lounge."

'So, this is the way it's gonna be eh.' I thought to myself, but found that I still did as she asked and popped a few rashers of streaky into the pan.

Arranging the eggs, bacon and toast in a way that looked nice, I took her breakfast in with a coffee. She had lazily stretched her endless legs out with her dainty ankles crossed and resting on the pouffe, her gown had opened to mid-thigh intentionally showing me much more than she really should.

I placed the breakfast tray onto the coffee table beside her trying my hardest not to stare at her ruby red toes, which I am sure she intentionally wiggled as I set the tray down.

"I don't think you should mention last night to dad." I whispered.

"Oh, why is that?"

"I-er, I, well,"

"Nonsense!" she said, "I think I know what my husband wants dear, I know he is your father but," She hesitated trying to find the right words.

"Trust me, he will hate it at first but he will secretly love the idea of it." she smiled, as she wrapped her tongue around a piece of crispy bacon before slipping past those ruby-red lips that matched her toes.

"Mmmm, crispy, just how I like it." she purred.

I needed to get out of there before she could see the bulge that was growing in my boxers, and before my father came down.

I got into town about 10.30am, I had arranged to meet Phil at 11 in the local café. I had known Phil since junior school, he and especially his mum, had helped me through the traumatic event of my mum when she left me. She became the mother that I had always wanted and I literally fell in love with her through my teens. I would spend most weekends with Phil, sometimes sleeping over and we became really close, almost like brothers. He shared his innermost thoughts with me and me with him, I decided to ask his opinion on my step-mum. I'd not share what had happened as far as the sexual stuff was concerned, but I needed to talk to someone about how I felt about her and the way she dressed around me.

"Man, you lucky fucker!" he blurted out, far too loudly for a café on a Sunday morning.

"I'd give anything to fuck her, literally anything!" he said, goading me for more information on her.

"Really, she had her legs bare almost up to her pussy this morning?" he gushed.

That was all I had told him and he took it that she wanted to fuck me from that.

"Fuck, mate! Get in there."

I thought he might've helped, but he didn't, it was a waste of time trying to get sense out of him.

My phone beeped, it was dad, a text. "Dinner is at three." It said, just 'dinner is at three' Did he know? Had she told him? fuck!

We went to the pub and had a quick pint, a few of my other buddies were there and before I knew it, they all thought I was fucking my new mum.

"Fuck sake Phil! I didn't say I was fucking her, YOU said that!" I ended up cutting my sesh short and going for a walk in the park before going home. I dreaded going in, in case she had said something.

"Hey son," Dad said as I walked in.

"Sorry about last night. I was so tired I just had to hit the sack, did Maria tell you all about the honeymoon?"

He was happy, she obviously hadn't said anything, was she playing mind-games with me?

"No, no, we just chatted about this and that. She was tired too and went up not long after you." I said, hoping that I sounded convincing.

"Well, dinner is in twenty, we'll tell you all about it."

"Keep some of the details to yourself." I smiled.

He laughed as he went off to help his new wife.

Over dinner Maria sat opposite me with my father beside her, the small-talk was a bit mundane but they seemed to have had a great time. About midway through the meal I felt her press the sole of her foot into my groin, being a horny eighteen year old I left it there and just enjoyed the feeling. The conversation carried on as normal but her toes were causing havoc as she dug them into my erection.

"Did you know Eric." She said to my dad quite nonchalantly, "Jamie here is still a virgin."

I coughed a lump of potato onto the table, my dad spluttered on the mouthful of wine he had just taken into his mouth. It didn't faze her one bit and she carried on,

"We need to find him a girl or I am going to have to break him in darling."

She cut into her breast of chicken and popped it into her mouth like it was perfectly normal and nothing outrageous had been said.

I looked at dad, he looked at me disbelievingly, like we must have misheard what she had said. Dads head slowly swivelled to his right, she didn't miss a beat and just carried on.

"You know what we were talking about on holiday," she said. "About a third coming into our bed."

"Maria!" he screamed, dropping his fork and sending it clattering across the table.

Her foot pressed harder into my groin making me mask a groan. The ball of her foot rubbed up and down into the underside of my cockhead making me squirm, dad noticed I was as uncomfortable as he was and shouted,

"Maria, not the time or the place!"

"Nonsense, it kills two birds with one stone. You wish to be cuckolded, Jamie wants to lose his cherry!"

Fuck, I had to get away from this and pulled back on my chair and standing in one swift movement. My tracksuit bottoms did nothing to hide my predicament and as I stood, my erect cock became apparent to all at the table.

"See darling, Jamie is up for it." she said with a grin and pointed in my direction with her knife.

"Fuck Maria, not now I said!"

My dad was angry now and it took a lot for him to lose it, but when he did, look out.

What surprised me was, that she stayed grinning and even made an evil little chuckling noise the angrier he got. I decided it was time to make myself scarce and left them to it, going up to the safety of my room.

My room is directly above our dining room and sound carries in our house, the sound deadening insulation in the stud walls is virtually pointless and I doubt very much that there is any between floors. I found myself laying on my bedroom floor with my ear to it listening to their heated argument.

"You know you want to be cuckolded, you have told me countless times that you want to watch me with another man!"

"Another man, yes. But not my fucking son!"

"What better way to cuckold you, than with Jamie." She said and laughed.

They were so loud that I could probably have shut my door and still heard them up the stairs and through it.

"My fucking son!"

"It would be humiliating, wouldn't it?"

I could imagine the grin on her face at her last comment.

It went quiet down there, very quiet. The arguing stopped and a few minutes later I heard my father coming up the stairs.

There was a soft tapping on the door followed by my dad asking if he could come in, pushing the door open he stepped into the room looking pale, which was a feat in its self considering they had just been in the sun for two weeks.

"Son, sorry you had to hear all that downstairs, your mother is quite strong willed." He immediately corrected himself, "Sorry, step-mother. She has strong opinions sometimes and doesn't know when to shut up."

"Dad, its ok, I understand."

"No Jamie, I don't think you do." He said softly. "We have an unusual....erm, relationship." He sighed and his shoulders dropped.

He sat on the end of my bed and looked defeated, he looked awful and I felt like crying for him.

"Son, what I am trying to say is..."

"Dad, I know."

He looked puzzled, "I can hear through these walls you know. I know she is a, er... strong woman in the bedroom, I do hear what you do and I'm not a kid anymore."

My dad held out a hand and I took it, he squeezed mine then let it drop to the bed and walked away looking a bit dejected. I wanted to run after him and hug him but decided against it.

I waited ten or so minutes before creeping down, getting my jacket I left the house quietly so as not to be confronted.

A few hours in the pub playing pool had me feeling a bit better, I was still wary about going home though. It was nearly 9pm when I arrived back at ours, dad and Maria were in the lounge. She heard me come in and called,

"In here Jamie dear, please."

I pushed open the lounge door to see my father bent over an arm chair naked, he was tied up like a chicken. His feet at the rear corners of it and his arms stretched out with his wrists tied to the front feet. He was blindfolded, gagged and had earphones on his head, basically he was fucked! I stood in the doorway and froze, I wanted to run but my feet just wouldn't move.

"Come in dear." She said, motioning me to go in.

"Close your mouth, there's a dear."

I took one step in and she smiled, "Good boy. Now sit there, opposite us and watch."

Like in a trance I obeyed what she said and sat on the sofa opposite the chair that he was tied to, dads head hung low and he was limp until she hit him with the crop.

"Hmmnnnggggggg!" he yelled into the gag and struggled like fuck to get away to no avail. He was trussed up so tight that any movement had basically been taken away from him.

Whack!, again and again the leather stick came down onto his ass. He screamed into the gag and I went to stand, probably to go to his aid until she gave me that look, I sat back immediately with my hands clasped in my lap.

"He wants this dear, he needs this. Maybe not exactly like this in front of you, but he needs this like the air he breathes."

With that she shoved a finger into his open asshole and he groaned into the gag, drool dripped from it and onto the cushion below as she pushed in and out.

"Your father needs to be milked at least three times a week dear." She said, smiling at me as she leant over him.

"We have talked while you were out and have decided that if this is what you want, then I will do all I can to guide you."

With that she gave an extra hard push and it enticed another loud almost growl from his stuffed mouth.

"Now Jamie dear, is this something you would like? Would you like me to dominate you, suck and fuck you in any way that pleases me?"

I sat I silence, stunned and squeezing my thighs tightly together. Being the virgin that I was, I wanted nothing more than her to take me to bed, but did I want this?

Her hand started to move back and forth now at increasing speeds, dad groaned louder into the gag.

"Don't worry," she said, "he cannot hear you. He doesn't even realise you are here, he only knows that this is his punishment for the way he spoke to me over dinner."

She smacked his taught ass-cheeks with the palm of her hand causing him to yell into the ball-gag again. My dad's head rocked from side to side as he struggled to free himself but the more he struggled, the tighter the ropes became.

Maria turned to the side table and took the harness that I had seen in the video, she stepped into it and I knew I'd be watching first hand her fucking him. I was not sure I was ready for this but she gave me no choice.

"Come here Jamie, help me into it."

Like in a trance again, I helped her put the dong through the hole in the front and tighten it into place.

"Jamie dear, I need you to moisten it for me. It will ease your fathers discomfort with a little bit of your saliva."

I was shocked at her even suggesting it but she took my neck and pulled me in for a kiss, her tongue parted my lips and invaded my mouth. My cock was as hard as it had ever been and felt like it would explode at any moment, her hand snaked between us and for the first time she slipped it into my trackies. The warmth of her hand enveloped my throbbing cock and in that moment, I was hers.

"Suck me Jamie, be a good boy and get on your knees. Suck me, make me good and wet for your father."

I dropped to my knees between her and my dad and took the rubber phallus between my lips, looking up at her I looked for guidance. Her hand gripped my hair and she pushed in, I gagged when she hit the back of my throat.

"Don't worry, in time you will learn to take it past the gag reflex point. For now just suck me, let me watch you suck me, good boy." She cooed, stroking my hair.

She was moaning like she was having an orgasm, her eyes glazed over as she looked down at me, I hoped I was pleasing her.

"Ok, enough. Daddy needs fucking."

I stood and was about to resume my place on the sofa when she stopped me,

"Do you want to watch it go in?"

I didn't answer, but I didn't move away either.

"Hold his ass open for me,"

My dads hairy ass-cheeks were no more than a foot away from me, she had actually kept intentionally bashing the back of my head into them when she was fucking my face. With shaking hands I touched his skin, he was warm, in fact his ass cheeks were on fire they were so hot.

"Open him up Jamie."

Again for some reason her words seemed to demand my obedience, I reached between them both and pulled him apart. I watched as his star opened up and she placed the head of the dildo against it.

"Ok, move aside." She said, and thrust in, in one swift movement.

Her thighs slapped against my dad's ass hard and he screamed into the gag, his head thrust from side to side as she slammed him again and again.

Fuck, my cock was leaking so much that I was dripping down the inside of my thighs. Her hand reached sideways and she dipped it into my waistband and grabbed me by the balls. My knees buckled but she had me so tight that I couldn't drop to the floor.

"If I asked you too, would you fuck him?" At that moment I would've fucked a dead dog if she had asked.

My bottoms slipped down my legs to the floor and her hand enveloped my shaft, she wanked me hard and fast. It took no more than twenty seconds for me to be on my tiptoes and about to spray my spunk over the back of the chair.

She had other ideas and directed my cock at his white ass, I tried to stop myself but her hand was too good and my first three ropes splashed into my fathers ass. The feeling was overwhelming and I just had to go with it, the forth, fifth and sixth splashed into him and dripped down the crack onto the dildo that was still pummelling into him.

I watched in awe as my hot spunk was pushed into my own fathers asshole, I had to sit and fell to the floor as my legs and brain had gone to jelly.

I crawled my way to the sofa and watched as she went to town on him, he screamed into he gag but she was relentless. She pounded his poor asshole hard making him grunt and groan with each forward movement.

"Untie his wrists." She said between gasps.

I untied the rope and he was able to stand up a little, I was expecting him to take out the gag or push her away but his hands went behind him grasping hold of her and pulled closer.

"See, he needs this." She groaned then fucked him faster and harder.

"Fuck!" I gasped.

As he stood I saw that he was wearing the same pink plastic cage that I had seen. It was trapped between him and the back of the armchair, it looked for all intense and purposes that he was trying to fuck the chair.

I was mesmerised as I sat and watched my step-mum fuck him into a gibbering wreck. It was then that it dawned on me, I wanted this kind of kinky sex, I mean I REALLY wanted this.

A spurt of cum squished from the end of the pink plastic device and my father squealed like a stuck pig, another and another landed on the cushion as his head dropped between his shoulders.

She kissed him between the shoulder blades and stroked the back of his head talking calmly to him even though he couldn't hear her words through the earphones. Her arms came around him and she pulled his body back into hers, she held him tight for a minute or two while he recovered from the ordeal. It was touching and I was surprised how tenderly she touched and stroked his body after what she had put him through. She gestured for me to go before she removed his blindfold.

"Go and lock yourself away in your bedroom, I will call you when he is in the shower so you can get out without him knowing."

I quickly grabbed my things and ran upstairs.

Two hours later after I had pretended to have only just come home, we were all sitting in the lounge watching the tv. My dad was blissfully unaware that I had watched him getting reamed less than a few hours ago. He was in a happier mood and said that they had something to talk to me about, something serious.

Over the next hour they told me that Maria was his dominatrix and had been for the last five years. My mother had left him because of his increased demands for kinky sex, he had driven her into the arms of another. He had had the affairs because of his need for something that she couldn't, or wouldn't give.

I had no idea of any of this other than the fact that I knew of his affairs. Dad was very candid and Maria egged him on until he had told me everything. Every time he stopped, she made him go into more details. Neither of them went into details of exactly what they did, but I knew that anyway and I said that I had seen the strap-on in their bedroom. Dad coloured up when he realised that I knew, he also said that Maria had told him of the things she had said to me.

He said that he would agree to her teaching me the ways of sex if everything that happened inside these four walls, stayed inside these four walls. I was to tell no-one of what happened here and if I agreed, then he would agree to her sleeping with me once or twice a week. He would either go away for a few hours or go to a motel, to say I was shocked would be the understatement of the century.

The next night my new mum said she would take my virginity but only on the promise that I would give her my ass, I eagerly agreed, maybe too eagerly because she laughed at my readiness to give up my anal virginity too.

That night I was instructed to wash myself thoroughly, inside and out. My father would go around to his brothers, my Uncle Charlies house, for a card night with their friends. He wouldn't be back until well after midnight, giving us the chance to be alone.

I spent an hour cleansing myself, she showed me how to use the shower hose and place it directly inside my opening. She told me to hold the warm water inside which was much harder than I thought it would be, then stand over the plughole and let it go. We did this five or six times until I was clean.

Later I would learn to douche properly but for now, this would do. My poor cock was solidly hard for the whole process, it didn't help that she insisted on holding it as leverage while she inserted the end of the shower hose.

She left me to get herself ready and when dad had gone she went to her bedroom telling me to come in at 8pm and not a minute sooner.

I knocked gently on her door at the stroke of eight.