My head was still spinning. I twisted out of my sheets. After pausing to make sure I had my balance I began the hunt for the escaped step mom. On the way out the door I passed my novelty poster of Captain Kirk, complete with its inspirational message embossed across the bottom. ‘To Boldly Go Where No Man Has Gone Before’. Aye, Aye Captain.
As I pursued Ms. Sorenson I wondered what the hell that backlash was. Reviewing my AP Psychology 101. And my Social Psychology and some things from TV, which seemed applicable. I theorized that, in a nutshell, Ms. Sorensen was insane. Insane how? I wasn’t sure, but, while dominating her brain I got a bad shock. This was not normal, I sensed. Oh, well she was still hot and prancing through the house. She was in the hallway on the way to her room. Foolishly, she was no longer running.
“No! No!” She protested and started to run again. As I started running after her I commanded her to pull her panties down. She tried to do it while running and landed face first on the carpet with her naked ass thrust in the air. I could clearly see her asshole and pussy.
I slowed down. I caught up to her as she started to rise. Shoving her head back down I applied my open mouth to her pussy.
“What the fuck are you doing! Let me go!” She shouted. I kept laping away tasting her feminine musk. Then I heard the sound of someone approaching. The footfalls were too heavy to be Cynthia’s. Who was in my house?
It was just Brigitte back from school for the summer. Stuck up bitch was in for a big surprise!
“Mom? What the… Sam?” Said Brigitte as she came out of her bedroom.
“Don’t you recognize my cock Brigitte? Your Mom sure does.” I started, by way of explanation.
“Shush! Just shut up! God damn you!” Complained Mrs. Sorenson. This was ineffectua,l of course, because her face was against the carpet and her ass was stuck up in the air with her pussy in full view.
“No more of that Mrs. Sorenson, I am your master now. Isn’t that right?” I mentally broke into Mrs. Sorenson’s will.
“Yes, of course Master, please fuck me here in the hallway. Fuck me DEEP.”
“MOM !?!” Protested Brigitte.
“To late for that Brigitte.” I calmly explained. “Your mom, here, woke me up with a very special birthday present. A nice blow job. Now take your clothes off and get over here too.”
Before what she knew what she was doing Brigitte had obeyed. I then decided to stage a conversation between the girls. I sort of used them as my puppets but made them think it was all there own idea.
“Should I get the DV camera so I can film you teaching my Mom to be a slut?” Asked Brigitte.
“Well, there is really not enough light in here maybe later.” I replied.
“I have an idea honey, why don’t you spit on the tip of my masters cock before he fucks me in front of you?” Cooed Mrs. Sorenson.
“Uh, ok.” Said Brigitte. She got on her knees and leaned in. She missed the first time. She got closer for the second. Seeing Brigitte like that, sucking saliva out of her cheeks, her pursed lips so close to the tip of my rock hard cock… well I almost had her give me oral right then and there.
Brigitte got back up and looked on with anticipation. She was starting to breath heavy.
“Mrs. Sorenson, how did you get into this situation?” I asked as I positioned myself closer and lined up to fuck the lady of the house.
“Well, I came into your room…oh, oh no… oh… god. I saw your big cock and decided to suck it. Then I knew you were my Master. But I panicked and ran down the hallway, you tackled me and licked my pussy. I instructed my daughter to spit on your cock and stand witness to her mother getting fucked…” Mrs. Sorenson recited her face blushing red.
Then I slowly pushed the tip, and the rest of my cock, inside Mrs. Sorenson’s pussy lips. She shuddered and turned even redder, she seemed to be holding her breath.
“Do you want to marry me Mrs. Sorenson?” I wondered aloud, trying to distract myself so I wouldn’t cum.
“Yes. Oh, Yes Master! Make me your wife your slut and your fucking slave.” Moaned Mrs. Sorenson.
“How about you Brigitte?” I asked , pumping away, sweat forming on my brow.
“Hmmmm, maybe. I want to make sure you know how to treat a slut first.” Said Brigitte.
“Not so stuck up now, are you Brigitte?” I asked.
“No baby, I just need a good fucking from you, that’s all.” Answered Brigitte.
Mrs. Sorenson was writhing around in ecstasy. I triggered her to have an orgasm and then lost it myself, cumming inside my own stepmother.
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