Taking Control of the House

Note: You can skip to Chapter 3 to go straight to the sex

Chapter 1:

It was after my senior year when everything about my life changed.

My name is James. I'm 6'5, a natural brunette that I know I got from my dad, no one lets me forget it, unfortunately. My dad, Mark, was the king of the small town me and my mom, Laurie, currently live in. Captain of the basketball team, winning multiple state championships, dating the head cheerleader, he had it all. Should've known that greed would catch up with him at some point.

My parents got married right out of high school and were the envy of the town. I mean, who wouldn't be of the star basketball captain and the hot cheerleader, high school sweethearts. And yes, I just called my mom hot, you would have to be clinically blind to disagree. Standing at 5'4, natural blonde, she was every guys wet dream. Now take that and combine it with her hourglass-like frame that came worth the best round ass you've ever seen and 32C firm and perky breasts (don't act like you haven't checked before) and you had the absolute goddess that is my mom. I would be lying if I said she hasn't been the focal point of many of my fantasies once I learned I could jerk off.

They had me not even 3 months later (which you can piece together as to why they got married). My mom didn't go to college so she could stay home and take care of me, while Dad went and got his degree and worked full time to provide for our little family. I guess that didn't sit too well with him as I learned he refused to have another kid.

Entering my senior year of high school I was riding the high that was my life. I was the star of the basketball team just like my Dad; averaging a 23ppg and 10 rebound stat line which left me with plenty of scholarships awaiting me at the end of the season. Everything was looking like they were going to line up for me and my foreseeable future.

That was, until, the final game of my season. It was the state finals. Going into it we were primed to win it all, clearly the favorites with me at the helm, but I wasn't a cocky jackass about it. Keeping my ego in check I knew I had to have a stellar performance to beat the reigning champs, but it couldn't be done all by myself, I had to get the team involved. We were up 43-41 at half and I gave the best pep talk I could think of in the locker room.

My whole life I've always been a leader. Taking charge in sports, cub scouts, school projects. It just always came natural to me, so naturally my teammates looked towards me for guidance here too. Coming out of half time I looked up in the stands trying to find my parents. Of course I had to see my Dad first. Sitting there with a scowl big enough I could see it from where I was standing. Almost as of it was telling me i could be doing better and how disappointed he was we were only up 2. Then I looked to his right and there she was. My mom was sitting there with the cutest smile she always gave me. After seeing that I knew right then and there I had to win this game for her sake. I could imagine the feeling of her running onto the court after I hit the game winning shot, her fat ass bouncing with each step. The feeling of her tits pressing into my sweaty chest as she embraces me in a tight hug. Her hard nipples poking into me...

I was snapped out of my daydream by my coach yelling at me and I ran out on the court to start the second half. That was my first mistake. My second mistake was going for the fast break dunk I got after blocking their star players shot. There was no one around me, I could've just gone for the layup but no, I had to let some of my Dad's cockiness come through. As soon as I went to jump there was a POP and SNAP that I swear the whole gym could hear. I can down with the worst pain I've ever experienced in my life. My vision went blurry, I couldn't hear a thing, ears ringing. The last thing I remember was seeing my coach running towards me, Mom a couple steps behind, tits bouncing under her sweater, before everything went dark.

Chapter 2:

The doctors told me I would never play basketball again, or pretty much any sport for that matter. Turns out I suffered a Grade 3 ACL tear. POOF, just like that all my scholarships went out the window. Oh, and for those wondering, no we did not win the championship. The final score was 53-84 and I learned later I still finished with the most points on the team despite not playing a whole half (yes, we only scored 10 points in the last half).

From here everything just went downhill. And fast. I couldn't walk for 3 months without a ton of help so I couldn't go to school. My teachers tried to accommodate but it just wasn't enough. So my grades fell behind until I could go back. Worst of all, my Dad left my Mom only a month after the game.

One night I overhead them yelling downstairs in the kitchen after I woke up from my pain meds wearing off.

"I cant believe you're going to leave us Mark, just like that! You're going to leave it all behind for what?" I could hear my mom yell.

"Jesus Laurie, You just don't understand. I cant even show my face in public anymore. Did you see how he was playing in that game?" I knew all too well what he was talking about.

"I don't see how that has anything to do with this. That was a month ago, no one cares anymore, get a grip on life!" She replied

"I have a legacy to uphold Laurie. My name holds weight in this town. How do you expect me to stay now that James lost all his scholarships. I have nothing left." Ouch that one went straight to the heart.

"Nothing left? Nothing left!" My mom was in tears now. "So let me get this straight, you're going to throw away your family, your life, ME, over a stupid 'legacy' from almost 20 years ago? Are you being fucking serious Mark?" That was the first time I heard my mother curse in such a manner.

"Just forget it, you never understood it anyway. I'll come back for my things later." My dad replied coldly, not a hint of emotion behind his words. Walking out I heard him slam the front door.

What came next was the biggest heartbreak I never wish on someone else. The wails I heard coming from my mom absolutely shattered my heart into pieces.

I knew I shouldn't have but i got out of bed and grabbed my crutches and made my way downstairs. I couldn't just leave her down there by herself. Those cries activated some sort of primal protective instinct in me and I wasn't gonna let anything stop me from protecting her.

As I made my way down the stairs, through some, lets say, mild pain, I could see my Mom sitting on the kitchen floor, a heap of a mess for such a strong woman like she usually is. I hate to admit it but I couldn't help myself from staring at her nice ass in that sundress she was wearing. Making my way over she turned towards me when she heard my crutches on the kitchen floor.

"Oh James, what're you doing down here? You should be in bed resting." Her mascara running down her face. Lipstick smeared.

Without thinking, I dropped my crutches and sat down next to her. not saying a word and just embracing her fully in a tight hug.

And she just wept. And wept. And wept in my arms.

I think I sat there for an hour just holding her, alternating between stroking her hair and back as she clutched onto me, almost as if she was scared I would leave her too. Her tears falling onto my chest. After a while I had to break the silence

"I heard everything, Mom." She looked up at me with the saddest eyes. "I promise, I'm never leaving you. Dad will learn one day how big of a mistake he's making. I love you Mom."

"Oh thank you baby. I love you so, so much. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. I just don't understand why he's leaving us behind over his ego from 20 years ago. It's so stupid." By this point she had pulled her self together enough to wipe the tears from her eyes and get the stregnth to stand up.

"Who cares, he's never liked me anyway so I can't say much. He's made his choice. Fuck him. Fuck everything to do with him. You deserve so much better." Tears started to form back in her eyes.

"James ple--"

"No I don't want to hear it from you." My tone getting aggressive with me realizing it as I cut her off. At this point I talking through pure passion and hate for the man who couldn't give less of a shit about me. "You are the prettiest, most kind, honest, woman in the world and I wont let you, or anyone else for that matter, say anything less. Is that clear?"

I don't know why, but my Mom just stood there with this look on her face for a couple of seconds before giving me that sweet warm smile of hers and saying "Yes, James its very clear. Thank you."

"Listen, I'm sorry that attitude just slipped out. I know you guys loved each other at least once in your lives so it's hard on you. Now can you help me up, I kind of threw my crutches out of my reach." I asked.

Eyes going wide she went "Oh my god I'm so sorry here take my hand. I can't believe you got out of bed and came down the stairs by yourself. What if you injured something? You know the doctor told you not to do any-- Ah!"

My mom lost her balance while trying to help me up which resulted in me falling back onto my ass, pulling her down with me. Landing awkwardly on top of my lap.

"Oh my god James! I'm sorry are you ok? Did you hurt your leg again?" She pestered me with questions.

"I'm fine Mom, can you just stay still for a couple seconds you hit my leg when you landed on me." I replied.

Fortunately, the pain wasn't that bad and it was going away pretty quick. Unfortunately this left my Mom sitting directly on top of my crotch. My dick resting right under her ass. Double unfortunately, she was also starting to have *that* effect on me. I just prayed that she wouldn't notice. Sadly, I started to get hard before I could get back up, growing to my full 7 inches.

So there we were. Mom and son laying on the kitchen floor. My 7 inch dick trapped under my sweatpants and her panty-clad pussy. Just staring at each other. I know she noticed because for as subtle as she thought she was being, I could she her blushing after I reached full mass. I swear I also felt her try to grind on it. Good news was even thought it felt like an eternity, it was only probably 30 seconds in reality. But I wish those 30 seconds could've lasted a little bit longer. Finally the pain went away enough for me to actually stand up this time and Mom timidly got off of me to grab my crutches as we made our way back upstairs. Mom helping me get to my room. Before I closed the door to go to sleep, I turned back around as my mom was walking down the hall towards what used to be my parents room and called out "Mom, come here."

She turned around asked "What is it honey?"

"I said come here." The lingering pain from my knee from walking up the stairs and the hurt of my dad leaving still fresh on my tongue in how my words came out. She gave me that look from downstairs again before walking over right in front of me without questioning me.

Figuring I had nothing to lose and not thinking completely straight I wrapped her in a hug and said "I love you Mom. Goodnight" and kissed her on the lips.

It was a quick peck that definitely felt longer in the moment. I still cant believe I did it but I had to get my point across. After I let go she just stood there, not saying anything. Not wanting to deal with the repercussions, I shut my door before she could say anything and laid down on my bed. Little did I know how much everything was about to change between us.

Chapter 3:

The months passed and I slowly got better and better. My knee got to the point where I could walk unassisted with a brace and I made my way back to school. My mom, on the other hand, slowly got worse and worse as the days went on. It started with little things like spacing out, but over time she's almost become like a husk of a shell of the beautiful women she used to be. Always wearing baggy, old clothes. Never taking care of herself or the house. It hurt to see her this way and I wished there was something I could've done, but being bed-ridden I was forced to just sit and watch it all happen.

As the end of the year was getting nearer and nearer, I was so focused on catching up in school from the time I was out, I never noticed how deep down the spiral my mom went. That was, until one day. It was two weeks before my graduation and I just came home from a long day of end of year tests. What was presented to me was the worst stench I've ever smelled. That's when my eyes were finally opened to just how bad the house had become. The smell, I learned, was from what I can only assume to be weeks old trash that was never taken out. Being so tired and stress from my tests I was so pissed off.

"MOM, WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU!" I yelled the loudest I ever have in my life

Worried about what was going on, she came down stairs from where I can only assume she was locked up in her room like she has been lately.

"What? What's going on baby, is everything ok? What's wrong?"

"What's wrong? What's WRONG? Open your fucking eyes Mom! Look at this house, it's filthy! There's dirt and dust everywhere. The trash hasn't been taken out since god knows when!"

"Honey, please you know it hasn't been easy since your father-"

"Enough! Stop with that. It's been almost six months since he left. He didn't even make it hard, we literally got to keep everything. I'm so tired of how you're acting. I know it's hard but that's life. Have you looked at yourself recently? I'm graduating in two weeks did you even know that?"

"Of course I knew that James."

"So was your plan to show up like this and completely embarrass me in front of the whole school?" I knew I was being harsh but changes had to be made and that wasn't going to happen without my intervention. "In fact, no more. No more of this. Things are changing around here from now on. Starting with your wardrobe. You are a beautiful woman in her prime you have no reason to be dressing the way you are. Take off your clothes."

"Excuse me?"

"I didn't fucking stutter Mom. Take off your goddamn clothes!"

There it was again. That same look she's given me before. What is it? Slowly she started to peel her shirt off. Her wonderful figure being revealed to me with each piece of clothing she took off.

"Honey please, don't make me do this, I'm your mom. You shouldn't see me like this."

Despite saying this she continued and took the pants she has been wearing off. That's when it finally hit me. My mom's submissive. That's the only explanation to why she would give me that look when I ordered her to do something and continue even after saying something like that.

"Mom, look at me."

"James..." She lifted her head towards me but I could tell she was looking elsewhere.

"I said look at me Mom!" This really got her attention as her eyes snapped onto mine with that look once again, confirming my suspicions.

"I want you to take your bra off and give it to me."

"I can't do that James."

"I wasn't asking you Mom. I was telling you. Now take off your bra so I can see those beautiful tits of yours."

Wide eyed, she looked like she was fighting something inside her, until she eventually obeyed and gave me her bra. Never taking her eyes off of me, she watched me eye her up and down. I walked into the kitchen and threw her bra away with some objection from her before I turned and gave her a glare that instantly stopped whatever else was about to come out her mouth.

Walking back over I knew it was now or never and decided to go for broke. I ordered her to come right in front of me and I just grabbed her and kissed her. Not a little mom son peck. A full blown, intense kiss. This took her by surprise and she tried to pull away, but after what could only be 10 seconds, I felt her relax and give in, kissing me back with a passion I've never experienced before with any one I've dated in the past. Our tongues grinded against each other as she latched on like a leech trying to suck everything out of me, moaning over and over into my mouth. My hands made their way down the side of her, stopping to roughly grab one of her tits, which caused a yelp to escape her mouth. Continuing down until they reached her ass, one grabbed a nice handful. Finally after so many year of fantasizing about what they would feel like. While my other hand landed and gave a sharp smack to the other cheek. This caused her to jump as I broke of the kiss. Tightly holding her by the ass to me, so she couldn't escape.

"James, what are you doing?"

"Doing what I should've done a while ago. From now on, I'm the man of the house, which means whatever I say goes. Is that clear?" As I leaned in closer, grabbing her neck and whispering into her ear, "You like that don't you?"

Pulling back I couldn't help but give the cockiest grin as her whole face turned red at the truth of her nature being revealed.

"Wha.. wha... I don't know what you're talking about" She stammered out.

"Oh really?" This was going to be fun. "Pull your panties down to your knees."

Head dropping, Mom did as I asked. The taboo nature of what was happening must have gotten to the both of us because I could see a wet spot where her pussy was and my cock felt like a steel bar in my pants.

Pulling my cock out, I was so horny from the domination of my Mom, I knew it wouldn't take me long to cum. Gripping my cock and giving it a jerk, a massive glob of precum dripped out and hit the floor, splattering across my Mom's toes. This caused her to finally look at what was happening. Staring at my cock, all 7 inches now on display for her for the first time, her eyes went wide and I could swear I saw her lick her lips a little bit.

I started furiously jerking my cock off aiming towards my Mom's panties, never being as turned on as I was in that moment. Precum coated the length of my cock as I glided my hand up and down. I could feel my balls filling with cum, my cock expanding just that little bit more when you're about to burst. Knowing I wasn't going to last much longer, I took my free hand and grabbed my Mom's chin, forcing her to make eye contact with me, breaking her trance of my cock. Seeing her beautiful eyes, glossed over with lust, pushed me over the edge.

The first shot I quickly aimed up at my Mom's tits. I had so much cum built up that the first shot hit her straight in the chest, producing enough to cover both tits. Even I was amazed with how much came out. The rest of the spurts I aimed back down at my Mom's panties, covering as much of them possible. Slowing down, the final drops of cum dribbled out of the tip of my cock and landed on the floor.

"Pull your panties back up, get on your knees and clean up the rest of the cum on the floor."

"Yes, sir." Sir? That was quick but it could use some wicked work and there was no hesitation.

Doing as I asked, I watched my Mom lower herself to the floor and lick my cum off of the floor, taking her time. The site was so erotic I got a rush to my head and I could feel my cock growing again in my hand. Not missing a single drop, she finished cleaning the floor and stayed on her knees, looking up at me with a look of pure bliss. Realizing she was waiting for the next thing for me to tell her to do, I put my plan to see how far I could push this in motion.

"With the changes around here, I need to go run some errands. I expect the kitchen to be spotless by the time I get back. Is that understood?"

"Yes, James." Interesting, no sir this time. We'll have to work on that.

"While I'm gone you are not to change your clothes, put anything else on, or clean the cum off of you tits, or else there will be a punishment."

"James, please, it's still early. What if someone sees me through the window while I'm cleaning. I can't just walk around the kitchen like that it's too embarrassing."