The Man of the House

12. Where to From Here?

Mom was splashing around in the water, spluttering and gasping for air like a fat cow. She had rarely swum in the past, because she was conscious of her figure, and typically used serving her guests as an excuse of not joining them in for a swim.

Right now, she was a mess, with a mouthful of chlorine-treated water and her hair all over the place, but more importantly, desperately flailing about and trying to get to the edge of the pool for survival.

She did finally manage to splash her way across, still in a state of shock, and looking up at Jordan, her face almost white from the temperature change and the surprise. She was breathing hard, her mouth wide open. Jordan stared down at her calmly, before looking over to me and extending his arm. I have never run so fast in my entire life. I fell into his arms clutching at him, holding him.

From one moment, in which I felt like a jilted wife finding her husband carrying on an affair with a voluptuous cougar-the very thing I had just been catching Dad doing-to suddenly having his lover shoved off unceremoniously like a blubbery whale and calling me back to him.

It was a strange scene: Mom, breathing hard, in shock, staring wide eyed at Jordan, while he and I embraced, tongues lashing furiously, my groin pressed hard against his soft cock, which was firming up again at the feeling of my warm sex pressing him through my sportswear.

When he broke the kiss off, I was looking up at him with the most adoring and grateful eyes I have ever had. He stroked my cheek a few times. I said the only thing that came to me in my emotionally charged state...

"Thank, you, Master."

He smiled again, and turned back to Mom to see how she was faring in her waterlogged state. She was struggling to climb out of the pool, her flabby tits preventing her from getting up. We turned and took one of her hands each and hauled her up and over the edge, scraping her mammaries against the pavers on the way out. She sustained a few scratches, but nothing too harsh. She was now on her hands and knees, facing down as the water dripped off her, coughing up the remainder of what she had swallowed. Her stomach clenched and heaved, jiggling her belly fat as her body rejected the chlorinated water.

"Oh!...Oh!...Oh!" she couldn't stop exclaiming, breathlessly.

"Did you like the swim, Janice?" Jordan asked, calmly, as if nothing had happened.

For a moment, just a moment, she almost lost her composure. This was new. I smiled inwardly. I was happy to see Mom finally being fallible and getting upset. She was almost snorting as she breathed down towards the pavers, her hair covering her face so we couldn't see her expression, though I knew what it was.

"Hmmm?" He prompted.

"I...yes, Jordan," she replied calmly.

An instant later, she breathed in sharply as she turned back to the pool, realizing that her veil was no longer with her. There it was, floating in the middle, completely soaked.

"Oh, Jordan!! My veil!" She wailed.

She looked up at him tearfully, biting her lip like an uncertain teen girl, as if she already knew what the answer was going to be. Jordan was looking down at her with one eyebrow raised inquisitively. I was so proud of him. He could have nerves of steel when he needed to. I came in for a tender kiss on the cheek.

He looked at me, then back to her.

"Well? Go on, then," he motioned with his head.

The waterworks started out of Mom's eyes. I could see she was almost scared of entering the pool again, not being able to swim properly. She turned between us and the pool a couple of times, and then gently, with a look of total resignation, rolled herself back over the edge of the pool and pushed off. She managed to grab it in just a couple of strokes, which was admirable, but then the fun began.

She was splashing around aimlessly, trying to keep it out of the water, which made her job of swimming twice as hard, until she started sinking. Then it and her arm went down at once, and she swallowed another mouthful of water and came up coughing. This procedure repeated itself a few times, until Jordan decided to put her out of her misery and fetched the leaf skimmer pole and pulled her to safety.

This time, when we dragged her out she looked more like a drowned rat. And her veil had a slight tear in it from the edge of the pavers. She sat on the ground, dejected, suddenly realizing that she could have just used the net herself. Her humiliation by Jordan had come on swift and strong.

"Happy now?" He was rubbing it in.

She nodded, silently. I could see the flushing in her face, as it became clear to her that their fantasy sex of just five minutes ago was probably not going to lead her to having him as her young lover for life, after all.

I decided to rub a little salt of my own into her wounds.

"Have you had a good weekend, Mommy?"

She could still only nod.

"Good. Get dressed and come to your room. We need to talk."

The serious tone of my voice caused her to turn up at me. I could see the flushed anger in her face and tears streaking down the sides of her cheeks. But she realized my no-nonsense tone meant something, so she clambered to her feet, walked across to the glass sliding door and opened it, disappearing into the warm shower to wash all the emotion away.

When Jordan found Mom and I about a half hour later, we were sitting together on her bed side. Mom's face was red from fresh tears. The final realization that her husband had been caught cheating, and pictures of the actual woman, made things very real.

She immediately started hating on herself.

"I'm so fat!" She moaned. "It's all my fault!"

I had suspected that she would start fat-shaming herself as soon as she saw the pictures of Dad's skinny waif. Personally, I didn't find Alicia all that attractive. I thought that even I was better looking. Her bodywastight, though. I bet her lithe and lean back looked good while he was boning her from behind, watching her body contort and twist for his pleasure. Alright...maybe she was kind of hot, after all. Certainly twenty-something years younger than Mom, anyway.

I wrapped my arms around Mom to console her.

"Mom, it's nothing to do with you."

"Yes, it is! I knew it would be...I've been such a hopeless wife!"

That pretty much ended the show and tell. I didn't even get halfway through the photos. Of course, I had hidden my part of the engagement with Dad completely. Not that I had planned to let it out now. I would just be keeping that in my back pocket forkompromat, as the Russians say. Learning the classic arts and history did come in handy now and then...

I couldn't really do anything for Mom, and Jordan didn't seem to want to intervene, so we just let her sob for a while. It was tough that it had finally come down to this. We sat in silence, and I held her hand until her emotions had come down. There were nearly twenty-five years of history being undone in this moment, after all. It was what she wanted, surely, she had been Jordan's whore for months. Even pretending to be his bride just an hour ago. But reality does have a way of biting hard.

Once the sobs had turned to almost silent sniffles, I started stroking her cheek. Jordan sat beside her too, so she was sandwiched between us.

"Mom, you're going to have to make a decision about the future."

She looked up at me tearily, then nodded slowly. She knew what that meant.

"You're going to have to leave Dad."

She burst out in a sobbing bundle of tears again. It was all too much. Too hard. She would never have strength to do that. Dad had always been the dominant force in the household. She would be made to look like a whore, a failed wife who hadn't satisfied him. She would have to go to church like a widow from now on. A failure. No more teas, no more galas. Just a failure that no one would want to have around them ever again.

"Shhhh, shhhh...," I comforted her.

"Your future will be here with Jordan...and with me."

She nodded, looking up at me anxiously. Then at Jordan, who smiled at her. She smiled back.

"Thank you, Jordan," she whispered.

I reached over and pulled Jordan's hand around to her breast, and did the same with mine. We started massaging her boobs gently, and she closed her eyes and took in some deep breaths. There were still a few tears dripping down from her pretty eyelashes. I placed my hand on her crotch, and began to gently grind into her, and she first let out a long, slow, groan, and then responded by pushing against me.

Jordan unzipped his pants, and took out his cock. It was soft. It had only been an hour since he had unburdened a huge load inside her, but he brought himself back to firmness in only a minute. I gave him an eyebrow raise to show how impressed I was.

I pulled Mom's top over her head and slipped off her bra. She was still sitting, face forward, eyes closed, tears silently coming down her red cheeks. Jordan's now-hard cock was pressing against her thigh. She understood what this was without looking, and moved her hand down to hold it, together with him. I twisted to my left, and moved her other hand into my shorts to feel the curve of my ass.

She was quite a picture. Head hung dejectedly, face a mess, her arms stretched out to either side, satisfying her child, and her lover.

"Come up on your knees, Mom," I said, turning her around onto the bed. She continued holding Jordan's cock for support, and I encouraged him up onto the bed, where he stood at full height before her. She opened her eyes, and saw him standing before her, hard, and ready for more.

"Yeah...suck on that, Mommy. That will help you feel better."

She smiled involuntarily, then, giving Jordan grateful eyes, slid her mouth over his cock, taking as much of his length as she could.

"Thank you Jordan. Thank you Darling," she said after her first round, going to stroke his cock with both hands.

He reached down to kiss her on the forehead. I pulled her skirt and panties down off her ass, and insert my hand into her huge ass crack. It was almost able to disappear in there, and I rubbed off a layer of sweat and clamminess, making a point of showing her my hand as I licked the salty sweat off it.

Mom smiled at me weakly, apologizing for her state.

"Mmmmm....Mommy, I love your taste..." I moaned, reassuring her.

I lay on my back at the edge of the bed, so I could fit my face just under her clit. A strong, fishy, feminine odor was emanating from her labia. I breathed deeply and filled myself with it. The more I did that, the more I wanted it.

She knew I was coming in with my mouth, I had my hands all over her ass and thighs. She continued to work on Jordan, who was stroking her hair gently as she slowly and methodically instructed his balls to prepare a load, with her tongue.

I latched my mouth onto Mom's pussy and began exploring. She bucked her hips, and her knees faltered briefly. I raised both my arms and grabbed a handful of boob in each, rotating my thumbs around her nipples.

"Mmmph! Mmmph!"

Mom enunciated her appreciation, still with a mouthful of cock.

I stood up, and removed my shirt purposefully so they could both see. Then I dropped my bra, and brought her and Jordan's hands to my boobs. They were small in comparison to Mom's, but I thought they were still nice. She had seen them a few times since I developed, particularly in our recent lovemaking.

"Oh, Darling. You have such beautiful breasts," she gushed.

I smiled, gratefully. Jordan grunted. Mom was still stroking his cock, but now pulling it forwards as they both faced the same direction, her elbow gently prodding him in his firm stomach with each tug.

"Thank you, Mommy," I smiled. "Would you suck on them for me?"

She nodded. I moved closer and took her arm around me so that we were connected. Then she took a large portion of my breast into her mouth.

"Mmmmm...So soft!" She murmured.

We locked eyes, and I took my breast from the side to feed it into her mouth.

"Yeah, Mommy. Good girl. One day I'm going to give you my milk, just like you gave me!"

She nodded appreciatively. We had forgotten about Jordan a little in our lust, but he had not. At the sight of my soft boobs, he was approaching climax.

"Ooooaaagh," he groaned, "gonna cum, Baby!"

Mom turned around with delight and continued to tug on him, now bringing him towards my breasts. As she did that, he erupted. Several jets spurted across my boobs, and Mom started to move his dick like a fire hose, seeking to extinguish the fire in my chest, and up onto my neck. By the time he had finished squirting, twelve lines lay across me, and he was spent.

"Mmmmm...thank you!" Mom cooed up to Jordan. "Thank you for cumming on my daughter!"

She reached down and slowly licked up the final trace of cum that was oozing out of his penis head. Then I grabbed her head and guided it toward my chest. She looked up, unsure for a moment, then realized what her task was. She opened her mouth, and slowly, gently, licked up all the stripes of cum off my boobs, licking her lips and showing me in between. I smiled at her approvingly.

"Wait here," I said to both of them, "I've got something I'm going to get."

I skipped to my room and dug out a new toy that only I knew about, which I had bought after my first pashing session with Mom. It was a strap-on dildo, about the same size as Jordan's cock. It was pinkish and it had lovely soft rubbery balls in a sack. I went back to the start of the corridor down to Mom's wing, but had the presence of mind to grab my camera stand and set my phone on it.

Then I called them out to the living area.

"Jordan! Bring her out here! On her knees!"

Jordan was equally as curious as Mom. His cock was now flaccid, but tantalized by Mom's tongue around it, which she was still carrying on with. He turned and shuffled a step backward. Mom shuffled forward on all fours, keeping his cock in her mouth, and looking up at him. It took them a little while to shuffle in this submissive dance down the corridor.

Mom's eyes went wide in her head, as Jordan's penis fell from her lips.

"Oh, my! My! Baby, what is that?"

Jordan was half shaking his head and half smiling like an idiot at me. I looked at him with a nod and smiled.

"Thatis my cock, Mommy."

She gasped.

"Remember I told you I was going to fuck you?"

She was speechless, but couldn't take her eyes off my "manhood".

"Come here," I said, boldly.

She swayed over on her knees, her large udders swinging from side to side.

"Kneel before me, Mommy."

"Yes, Baby."

"Stroke my cock!"

Mom reached up with a look of wonder and curiosity, taking my testicles in one hand, and wrapping her fingers around my girth with the other. She wasn't sure what to expect, and was surprised how much it felt like the real thing. I bucked my hips forward and uttered a groan, just like I imagined Jordan doing.

She flinched back in surprise.

"You can feel it?"

"Oh, yeah, Mommy," I lied.

She was now very confused, but stroked me again.

"Oooaaaargghh," I moaned, exhaling out a low, guttural growl.

We continued this game for a minute or so, until I reached firmly out to take the back of her head like a dominant male, and brought her mouth down onto my member. She purred deeply as it entered her mouth, her flattened fingers reinforcing the motion by stroking either side of my rod. She looked up at me, and we made eye contact. I was nodding, and providing little gasps each time her tongue flicked, or her lips approached my erection.

"Yeeeaaaah...good girl," I cooed approvingly.

I showed Mom my best almost-climaxing face and continued coaching her in her task. Then I reached out and gently squeezed her nostrils closed with one hand, and cupped my other under her chin, pulling her head firmly down my shaft. Her eyes flicked up in a minor panic and I returned her gaze with stern eyes and a nod.

"Yes, Mommy...you're going to take my full length, aren't you?"

She nodded frantically. I continued sliding her towards my ball sack. She was starting to gag as my thick cock head pressed against the back of her throat.

"Come on...a little bit more."

She realized she wasn't getting away, and tried to be obedient in the hope she would get her breath back. She couldn't reach any further, and was making choking noises...her face started to turn a bright red as the oxygen departed from her lack of breath. She started slapping my legs and yelping with her mouth full of cock. Her eyes were now looking up at me in desperation.

I counted another five seconds, and then released her from my erection. She gave an enormous gasp, as a mix of air and saliva choked out of her throat onto the floor. She was on her hands and knees, now looking up at me, somewhat timidly. Tears were starting to fill her eyes again.

"Please don't hurt me, Baby," she pleaded in an almost pathetic, whiny voice.

It almost hurt me to see how weak and diminished she was.

I smiled and nodded at her reassuringly, then leant down, and kissed her gently on the lips. We opened our mouths, and shared a sweet embrace of tongues. I held her face looking at mine so she couldn't move. She looked up, furtively.

"I love you, Mommy...I'll never hurt you," I said into her face, seriously.

She nodded. But now, it was my turn to be in complete control.

"But I need you to be obedient to me, do you understand?"

She nodded again.

I put my hand under her chin, and drew her along on all fours over to the sofa, where I sat myself down, holding my fat cock pointing up at the sky.

"Come and receive my love, Mommy," I offered.

She immediately pulled herself up and straddled my erection, her big knees depressing the cushions on either side. We held my fake penis together as it slid up and inside her bones.

"Ooooaaaaaaaaggghhh," she groaned, looking deeply into my eyes.

She was heavy. Her weighty body squashed me down into the cushions, and her knees squeezed me tight. I could understand why men needed to be so much stronger.

"Oh, Sasha," she murmured, looking at me with eyes full of love.

"Oh, Baby!"

I parted my lips towards her, and she fell against me as our tongues locked once again. I began thrusting in and out of her, then moved to hold her boobs and use them as grips to thrust her towards and away from me. She grabbed my shoulders and began riding me herself, staring into my eyes determinedly. Faster, faster, until...

"Oh, Baby! Oh, Baby! Oh, yeeeeeeeaaaaaasssss!" she screamed, throwing her head to the sky.

She hugged me so tightly my skin went white, as the throws of an orgasm rocked her backwards and forwards for the next thirty seconds. Finally, she fell over me, her hair, boobs and face all resting against mine. She breathed heavily, and moaned gratefully, before kissing me deeply once more.

"Oh! Climaxing on my own daughter!" She exclaimed, at once incredulous, ashamed and grateful.

"Thank you Sasha. I love you," she said with genuine intent.

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My fears of Mom never being able to end her marriage with Dad were put to the test that very night in a fortuitous way. Dad rang. It had actually been weeks since they had spoken. I think it was obvious to both of them where things were heading, but what would Mom have the stomach to do? She turned away as she saw his name, but I moved in front of her to make sure I would be part of the conversation.

Fortunately, Dad was the one who had decided to out himself. He clearly couldn't hide the pregnancy any longer, so, given my visit there, he had clearly made the choice to resolve the matter and move on from Mom. The conversation was fairly brief. I couldn't really make out what Dad was saying, but he was admitting to an affair.