It was just Mom, Nell, me and my bruised ego - at supper that night. I felt twice the idiot of normal me. For hours, I brooded about Nell cheating me. The promised but denied orgasm was a minor thing. My anger battled inward. I had dared to believe she would submit to my proud cock. She had gleefully punctured my bloated sack of hot air.
Nell must have weighed the odds of losing lil bro's big dick forever. But could I give up on her? She looked radiant from a smug satisfaction that only I could see glowing from her incredible body. My fantasy of making her bend finally and utterly to my desires, had an eternal grip on me.
"Your brother seems deep in thought, as if there's something different about the meatloaf? Did you add anything special to it, Nell?"
"Just a pinch of humility, Mom." Nell didn't even flash her eyes at me. I wondered if the two females were conspiring to cut me down to size. I gave them my best smile in those circumstances. "Processed meat is flavorless compared to raw."
Mother chided, "Nobody wants innuendo for dessert." She actually seemed pleased by fresh rivalry between her offspring. Nell and I took the hint. We stayed out of each others' hair for the rest of the night.
Mom sauntered into my room about an hour before Dad normally arrived. "Got a match, Big Boy?"
"Feeling randy, Mom?"
"If I said I was bored, would you turn me away?"
"Never - except tonight. Sorry. I'm going to get an A on tomorrow's math quiz."
"Fine. If you don't, you owe me."
"How's that gonna work, Mom? What if I don't get hard from you just pretending to be my slave?"
"That's about as likely as you getting an A in math." She glided out of my room.
I went to school the next day and got a B-. I taped my graded quiz on the garage door, admitting my defeat and how horny I was.
Mom entered that afternoon, holding up the quiz. "Not bad, Limp Dick." She went to her room to change. I followed her.
"Get naked, Mom." I unzipped my pants patiently, waiting.
She sighed, but her lips pursed tight, eyes watching the unveiling of my erection.
I opened my fly fully but presented her only with a bulge firmly behind boxers. I raised my eyebrows. "Game or no game?"
This time her sigh was more of a long huff and sharp puff. "Yes, Master."
"Yeah- let's not say that dull trope. Call me My Son - say it like nobody else matters."
"Who would possibly matter more than you, My Son?"
"I'm okay with sarcasm." I fought off images of Father observing how I treated his wife.
"I had a tough day, My Son." She flowed into character. She wanted to play but had low energy.
I walked up and hugged her. "Hey, Mom, I love you. Sit with me." I pointed at the carpet next to her side of the bed. "You. There." I sat on the edge of their mattress.
She sat crosslegged and looked up, curious.
"Let's start over. You tell me why you're going to be my cock slave mommy this afternoon."
That brought a smile to her scheming lips. "Your cock is only cock that can satisfy me, My Son. Also I work in a commanding job, and I get tired of being responsible."
That last bit inspired a different sort of fantasy game, but I would have to play the referee instead of the villain. I put my inspiration into words. "What if the men you're responsible for are actually aching to seduce you?"
"Seduce me?" She caught on to my offer of a shared fantasy. "Oh, yes. But it's worse than that, My Son. I think some of the men are hoping to find me alone where they can capture me."
"They might grab you and tie you to, say, a bulldozer?"
"The cold metal and dirt clods sticking to it scrape at my skin while they take off my clothes." Mom was unbuttoning her work shirt. Dust drifted down from the lapels.
"They don't rip them?"
"They want to claim the matter is my word against theirs, if I accuse them afterwards." She pulled off her shirt. A sturdy, tan bra kept her large breasts safe from those men. She reached behind her back.
I reached into my boxers. "Do you struggle?"
"Unfortunately, no." She shook her head slowly. "I want to scream, but one of them shoved a dirty glove in my mouth. I don't struggle because they're barely holding their shit together. These are tough men who are harsh on each other when they're excited about activities beneath sex - like sports." The large bra loosened around her chest. Cleavage like a canyon opened up.
"Sexually charged and pressing their luck, they could easily hurt you."
"My Son, I need to rise, so I can take off my pants." She shook her shoulders and her bra slipped down her arms. Her breasts, less firm than Nells but larger, hung just low enough to prove my mother's maturity.
My dick was a rock in my underwear! I considered releasing it. "Get up on your knees to take them off." I told her. I let the tip of my dick stand two inches above the waistband of my bulging boxers.