The Hardest Lesson
Kpow22
Summary:
Arthur Bradshaw's Mother is coming to stay with him and his wife.
Notes:
(See the end of the work for notes.)
Work Text:
Arthur Bradshaw sat in his office quietly contemplating the most recent phone call from his Mother, whom he had not spoken to since Christmas four years ago. Lena, his wife, had a few close family members over for dinner, when Arthur's Mother arrived unannounced.
She spent the entire evening quarreling with Lena's parents, interrogating her sister, and cursing under her breath, until the evening culminated in a shouting match brought about by the unveiling of gifts. Lena had told her mother about an interest in cycling Arthur had developed from watching the neighborhood club, and as a gift, she'd bought an expensive 10-speed bicycle. Arthur had thought her extremely considerate, however, his Mother did not.
She began to voice her concern for Arthur's safety riding such a bike, given his diminutive stature. She argued that he was simply too short to ride such a bike, and standing at 5'2, Arthur was far below the average in height for a man, a shortcoming his Mother had never let him forget. Lena and her mother did come to his defense, saying he would be fine and if necessary the seat could be adjusted, or they could visit a bike shop and have a customized job done. But his Mother continued on about how much money it would cost, and that it really was a useless thing for Arthur to have.
The argument came down to a demonstration of whether Arthur could ride, or if adjustments needed to be made. Arthur got off to a good start, standing on the pedals, he was able to ride for a while, much to the satisfaction of Lena and her mother. However, the moment he took a seat, his right foot lost its' hold on the pedal and his left followed, causing him to lose control, completely tumbling off the bicycle onto the driveway gravel, even scraping his hands and knees. The bike needed adjustments, and his Mother's look of contempt for the three of them was enough to put an end to the evening.
Arthur apologized profusely to Lena's mother and told her he would have the bike adjusted as soon as the holiday was over, but Christmas had already been ruined. His wife's look of regret was almost as heart wrenching as his Mother's sneering. After everyone dispersed, Arthur sat in his cold garage bandaging his hands and knees, wondering how things had once again in his life become so miserable, and his conclusion was inevitable. Mother. All of his most miserable moments included his Mother. He had a deep seated feeling that she hated him. She always went to such great lengths to embarrass him, dressing him in terrible clothes, and handing out public spankings and scoldings made him a hot target for bullies. Meanwhile, the humiliation he endured at home was much worse...
Arthur's brows were furrowed and his expression unsightly, as past thoughts of his Mother flit through his mind. She had called to tell him a pipe burst in her house, and that she needed a place to stay. He offered to put her up in a hotel, but she refused, countering that the damage had been extensive, and she may be staying for a month or more. Arthur of course offered to put her up despite the costs, but he was denied.
She told him she'd be there that night and to have a room prepared. Arthur thought about having to tell his wife about his Mother living with them for the next month, and his frustration rose. He decided to leave work early, unable to focus on anything but the upcoming hell his life would become.
After he locked up, and said good evening to his co-workers, he took the long elevator ride to the parking garage. Each time the elevator stopped and another person got on, Arthur moved to the side. He moved until he couldn't move anymore, and pushed into the corner of a small elevator, he had the thought that hell really was other people.
"Couldn't you have said anything else? I can't stand her living here, you know what a cunt she is." Lena followed Arthur around the guest bedroom, still upset over news of his Mother.
"I told her I'd put her up in a hotel, but she wouldn't do it." Arthur only sighed and shook his head as he fixed the sheets on the guest bed, while listening to his wife's questions, which felt more like a berating.
"Why? Why wouldn't she want to stay in a hotel?"
"I told her we could afford it, but she wouldn't do it, said she didn't know how long before she could go back home." Lena had heard this from him several times. Her forehead was creased and face flushed red with anger as she paced behind him.
"Goddamn it! You can't let her stay here. I'm not going to be stuck in the house with that...woman everyday."
"There's nothing I can do about her."
"There's never anything you can do about her. She shows up and fucks up our life, and leaves happily, and you never say anything. I'm not staying here with her, I'll stay in a hotel and you can live here with her."
"Alright, that's fine...at least one of us won't have to be around her." Arthur turned towards his wife with a smile, but was met with a scowl.
"You'd have me leave my own house for your Mother! Alright, your wife can just go live somewhere else, for who knows how long, while your Mother is comfortable in my goddamn house!" Lena was upset with incredulity.
"What am I supposed to do, she's my Mother?"
"Be a goddamn man, and tell her to go somewhere else!"
"What would you say if it was your mother?"
"If my mother was as much a bitch as yours, I would tell her to fuck off!"
"There's nothing I can do."
"Fuck you Art! Goddamnit!" Lena shouted, and while huffing, stomped out of the guest room. Arthur quietly tucked the sheets into the bed, turned the lights off and left the room.
Dinner was eaten in silence, with Lena refusing to meet Arthur's eyes or answer any of his questions about her day. She left the table with a plate half full, unable to sit next to him any longer. Arthur only sighed, and followed after her, but Lena dumped the plate and brushed past him without a glance, returning upstairs.
Arthur washed the dishes while he thought of suggesting hotel living together to his wife, and his Mother staying alone in his house, but that would mean another argument. She would only reply with "Why should we leave?" or "It's our house!" And she was right, what could he say? After finishing the dishes, Arthur sat in the living room mindlessly turning channels, until high beams flashed through the windows and a car pulled into the driveway. She was here.
He turned off the television and anxiously made his way towards the door. He hadn't lived with his Mother since he'd graduated university. Before he even opened the door, there was the sound of footsteps on gravel. Arthur knew what awaited him on the other side, but he also knew not to keep his Mother waiting.
He opened the door and almost turned away immediately, as a pair of bright green eyes shone down on him. Anne Bradshaw was 5'10, with a body more supple and lithe than a jaguar, cream colored skin, and blonde hair streaked with silver. Yet despite such a lean and graceful appearance, there was real power hidden in those limbs, and not even her natural C-cup breasts could hold her back when she wanted to unleash. Arthur always wondered why time loved such a cruel woman, her only signs of aging, those silver streaks, but they only seemed to make her more beautiful. With great difficulty he raised his head towards hers.
"Hello Mother." Arthur was able to get out a greeting, but he didn't receive a reply until a few seconds later, when she was satisfied with how much he squirmed under her gaze.
"Are you happy to see me?" Her voice cold and elegant, a steel blade that had cut him deep many times.
"Of course, we even made up the guest room for you."
"Yet, I don't see your wife here...Is there going to be any trouble?"
"Not at all, she's just had a long day and went to lie down." Arthur lied, his hands beginning to fidget.
"Then bring my things in." Anne took a step inside, forcing Arthur back, and continued on towards the stairs. Arthur turned to leave, but before he could step outside Anne spoke his name. "Arthur."
"Yes." Arthur replied, his heart in his throat.
"It's good to see you."
It was near closing time as Arthur shutdown his desktop and took a deep breath, considering whether he should return home later than usual, when he received a phone call.
"Art? Hello Art?" Lena's distressed voice carried through.
"I'm here Lena."
"Why didn't you answer the first time?"
"I'd just picked up the phone Lena."
"Just do something for me okay?"
"What do you need?"
"Get takeout. It doesn't matter where from, just get it."
"Alright, I'll go to - Click." Arthur was left confused as he hung up his office line. He wondered why she called his work line only to ask for takeout, and then suddenly hang up. Arthur shook his head as he gathered his things and made way to the elevator after locking up.
Arthur stood in the doorway carrying takeout waiting for someone to open the door. "Hey Art baby, you're finally home." Lena said, greeting Arthur with a loving kiss. Arthur stepped inside confused at the difference between the voice on the phone and what was in front of him.
Lena had her auburn hair done in curls that rolled down her shoulders, along with a low v-neck blouse that showed off her large bust. "I see you brought our dinner. Smells good Art." Lena took the bags from Art and set off toward the dining room. He followed after her, but something seemed off. There was another competing smell in the air. Someone was making dinner.
Arthur's head spun as he realized he was already pit against his Mother. He sighed and sat down quietly waiting for his Mother to realize what happened. And she soon made her appearance. Graceful as ever, she walked into the dining room. But when she spotted the takeout her expression became a nasty one. "We were just getting ready to eat Ms. Bradshaw, will you be joining us?" Lena asked, head held high in triumph.
"I didn't refuse to live in a hotel, only to eat like I did. No, I won't be having any. Will you, Arthur?"
"Yes he will." Lena responded immediately, heaping food in front of him. Anne coldly noted his quiet acceptance.
"You'll both regret eating such garbage one day." Anne spoke coldly, before leaving. Dinner did not sit well for Arthur that night, nor did it either of the next two nights. Lena had asked him to get takeout everyday since then, thoroughly enjoying the unfitting scowl on Anne's usually graceful appearance. Arthur was upset. It hadn't even been a week, and there was already so much tension. At the end of every workday he dreaded going home, and he especially dreaded eating.
The last time he had even brought home less food, in hopes of getting to bed and away from the two women faster. He wondered why they couldn't just stay in different parts of the house, why women were so confrontational. There he sat at his desk, wondering how to fix this mess, when the phone rang.
"Get her out Art!"
"Lena?"
"I want her out of my house Art! She can't stay here anymore! I don't give a fuck if she doesn't want to live in a hotel, or if she wants to be homeless, get her the fuck out!"
"Lena what happened?"
"She threw out our coffee table! The one my Dad bought us as housewarming gift! She threw it out!"
"Did you ask her not to?"
"When would I have gotten the chance!?"
"Just tell me what happened Lena."
"I went to get something to eat from our refrigerator, but she's standing there telling me she bought everything in there, and not to touch any of it. So I go to the store and when I come back, our coffee table is in pieces in front of the goddamn driveway! When could I have told her not to throw it out!? And when I ask her why she's throwing away our shit, she tells me it was garbage anyway. She said our table was garbage! If our things are garbage why don't you get the fuck out! She can't stay here anymore Art."
"I'll talk to her when I get home."
"Goddamnit Art!" Lena hung up. Arthur knew he would have to take a stance now. He'd have to ak his Mother to leave, despite what she could do to him. Arthur sat at his desk, thinking up the easiest way to do it. He even thought of setting his own house on fire. What could she say then? He would be blame free, so long as no one knew he set the fire. Arthur thought about what it would be like going to jail for arson, as he made the long drive home.
Arthur sat across the table from Lena and his Mother. He hadn't been able to speak a word since he stepped in the door, he'd received such a shock. Lena greeted him at the door as usual, hadn't been upset, didn't bring up the table, cooked a full course meal, and was getting along with his Mother. They sat next to one another even handing dishes back and forth. Arthur's plate sat untouched in front of him, he couldn't speak much less eat. "Lena worked hard on this meal, Arthur." His Mother noticed his idling, and he dug his fork into food, but he still couldn't eat.
"What….what happened earlier? Lena, why did you call me?"
"Don't worry about it, it was just a misunderstanding Art." Lena smiled at him.
"Why did you throw out our coffee table?" Arthur looked towards his Mother, but Lena answered.
"I said it was just a misunderstanding, drop it Art." Lena interjected and Anne smiled gloatingly at Arthur, adding to his confusion.
"I guess we can get a new one then." Arthur said, almost unwilling to let this go, he'd finally steeled himself to do what Lena wanted, only to come home to this.
"That's exactly what I was thinking Arthur." Anne remarked, her smile somehow discomforting. Arthur felt the need to leave.
"I had too much to eat for lunch today. I'm sorry Lena, I'm going to bed." Arthur grabbed his plate and headed to the kitchen. Anne followed.
"You don't seem very excited Arthur. Your wife went to great lengths to cook a meal for you."
"Why?"
"It was only a lesson that needed to be taught, no need to thank me."
"Well thank you Mother." Arthur said, trying to get away from his Mother and to bed, maybe sleep away this bizarre night. But Anne stepped in front of him, blocking his way.
"You're welcome, though she's not the only one with a lesson to learn." Anne gave him a hard look, her green eyes, so bright and sharp, shredded his guts. "Your wife is disrespectful, Arthur. Whose fault is that?"
"I'm sorry Mother."
"That's good. But there's still a lesson to be learned, be here earlier tomorrow." She stepped aside, allowing Arthur to pass, and turned back towards the dining room.
"I still have to work Mother." Arthur muttered quietly after her. Anne stopped, and when she turned, the look she wore communicated the cold violence he'd be met with if he didn't acquiesce. "Alright, I'll be here Mother." Anne only continued into the dining room. Arthur wished he'd set the house on fire. He wished the house was on fire at that moment, even with him in it.
Today was Friday, but it didn't feel like it. Instead, it felt like the last day of his life. Arthur wondered if it was better to die on a Friday. Two hours from his usual closing time, and he had one of his Mother's lessons to endure. Her lessons were not things to be simply attended or learned. They were tests of endurance. He was in a cold sweat the entire drive home. He considered crashing his car, but unless he was critically injured, he would endure this lesson. Finally he pulled into his driveway. After no one answered the door, he went to the spare set of keys in his briefcase. Downstairs, each room was empty. He headed up. When he reached the top of the stairs, his stomach lurched, and he dry heaved.
The sound of incessant slurping churned his guts. Despite his immanent sickness, he continued up the stairs to the source. His bedroom door was wide open, and what he saw drained the blood from his face. Arthur's eyes rested on the object of his nightmares, the tool his Mother used for domination and torment. A cream colored shaft, long and thick enough to serve as a forearm, followed by a dark pink tip the size of a fist. At the end of that wet, slimy fist, his wife Lena, who was suckling and kissing, slurping up copious amounts of pre-cum. A heavy sack that housed balls the size of apples, gently swung back and forth. He watched Lena, his wife of six years, sucking on his Mother's massive cock and he realized there was nothing he could do.
His Mother was larger and stronger than him, and now his wife knew how much more virile, how much larger her cock was. Arthur's absolute submission to his Mother was so clear for her now. She truly was superior to Arthur in any way imaginable. He wasn't even a man before her, with her cock so imposing and powerful. Arthur's head drooped and tears came from his eyes. How could he have tried to have a woman around her?
"Arthur. Come here." Anne noticed her son standing in the doorway. He walked slowly towards a scene he hoped he'd never see. Lena had said she hated his Mother. Her Mother hated his Mother, how could she have succumbed so quickly? Arthur hated his wife now, all she did was berate him for allowing his Mother to have such influence over his life, but here she was sucking her cock. Arthur's bloodshot eyes aimed at Lena with a burning hatred.
"Don't give me that look. Fucking useless pussy." Lena only spared him a few dismissive words, and continued working on the titanic member in front of her, stuck worshiping the tip, due to its large size. His Mother pet her head softly, possessively, as she sucked on her big dick. Arthur's head dropped from Lena's abuse. After a series of slow, heart ripping steps, he was by his Mother's side. He was able to see her tremendous length jutting out from her crotch, it's size and thickness so daunting.
The top of his head was on fire, his teeth chattered as he looked up to meet his Mother's gaze. Green eyes belonging to a Goddess told him he was more than only a few inches beneath her.
"Take your clothes off Lena." Anne said, not breaking away from Arthur's gaze. Lena immediately disrobed, her large breasts shook, when her bra fell. All along the inside of her thighs, was a slickness. Her juices dripped wantonly down her legs, in preparation for the monstrous cock that was going inside her. Arthur was forced to turn away from his Mother's gaze, as his eyes watered. He knew he'd never fit inside of her again.
"Get up on the bed and spread your legs Lena." Anne grabbed her son's head and forced him to look at Lena.
"Play with yourself." Lena spread her pussy and flicked her clit, all the time eyeing Anne's huge dripping cock.
"Look at her Arthur... she's all ready for me to fuck her. She wants me to get her pregnant Arthur. Do you want me to fuck her Arthur? Get your wife pregnant?"
Arthur cried as his Mother tugged on his hair. "Do you Arthur? Do you want me to fuck your wife?" She shook his head hard.
"Nnnoo." Arthur sobbed out, his voice shaking.
"You hear that Lena? Arthur doesn't want me to fuck you. I guess that's it for today then." Anne sighed with mock dejection, still gripping Arthur's head tight.
"Get the fuck out of here Arthur! I don't want your tiny dick anymore!" Lena yelled, upset at the thought of losing Anne's big cock because of her weak husband.
"There's nothing I can do Lena. You are his wife." Anne said, continuing the act.
"He's not my husband! He's a pathetic sissy loser with a little dick! I'll never fuck him again I swear! I don't want him anymore! I only want you! Please fuck me Mistress! I'll never even look at his loser dick again! Fucking wimp dick sissy!" Arthur only cried harder as the abuse continued, his Mother's tight grip on his head forced him to look at his wife while she humiliated him.
"You hear that Arthur? Do you want me to fuck her now?" Anne asked, pulling tighter on his head.
"Say yes! You better say yes! You fucking pussy! I'll never touch your little dick again and I'm going to be fucking Mistress! I won't fuck a wimp dick loser like you!" Lena was eager for Anne's massive cock, the sheets already stained where she furiously rubbed herself.
"Yyess." Arthur cried out.
"Yes what Arthur?"
"Have sssex wiith Leena." It was hard to hear Arthur through the tears.
"You want me to fuck Lena?"
"Yyyes."
"Beg me then. Beg me to fuck your wife." Anne forcefully turned his head towards her, making him look her in the eye.
"Pleeease ffuck my wwife." Arthur closed his eyes, unable to look at his Mother. She smacked him, hard.
"Open your eyes and ask me again." His eyelids fluttered open, weighed down with tears.
"Please fuck my wife." His voice shook, but it came out stronger this time.
"Now beg my cock to be inside your wife." She pushed his head down, and his already shaky knees crumbled. The giant phallus bobbed in front of him, an enormous girth making it's weight evident, the dark pink tip still dripping with lubricant pumped out of her heavy nutsack. Anne held his head close to the wet tip, her feminine musk and thick potency pervading his senses. All he could see and smell was Anne's mammoth cock. "Beg." Anne spoke coldly, from so far above him.
"Please ggo inside my wife." Arthur choked out, his Mother pushed his face against the tip, smearing her pre-cum on his cheek.
"Now beg my balls to get your wife pregnant." Anne pushed him down lower and pulled him toward her nuts. Arthur's face was forced against the root of her forearm sized cock, nose right where her thick sack skin met the rest of her immense member. It twitched, the air was so heavy with her musk. Another sign of her virility and superiority over him.
"Please make my wife pregnant." Arthur said, speaking directly into her fat, pendulous ball sack.
"Kneel by the bed." Anne commanded, pointing to a spot. She pushed his head away to stroke her cock. Arthur crawled over to the bed, kneeling by one of Lena's outstretched legs, her foot in his face. Anne slowly walked towards the bed, her plump, cum laden nuts bounced between her thighs, as she stroked her inhuman length. Pre-cum squelched between her fingers as she squeezed the fat tip. Anne stood between Lena's legs, her substantial cock casting a shadow far up Lena's stomach. "Are you ready for me to ruin you slut?" Lena held her glistening folds open wide in response.
"Please fuck me mistress." Lena's breath was heavy with arousal, barely able to speak. Anne gripped Lena's thighs, pulling them close and leaning them on her shoulders. She dropped her hips, lining her swollen cock up with Lena's hole, Arthur watched her thighs tense as she heaved forward, brutally spearing into his wife's pussy. Lena screamed and her legs kicked as she was impaled, but Anne held her struggling form tight. Her pussy had never held such a large object, and the sudden insertion reached untouched depths, making it the most extreme sensation of Lena's life.
Already, Anne was farther inside Arthur's wife than he'd ever been and so much of her was still left unsheathed. Anne brought her hips back till only the fist sized tip was left inside, only to violently jerk her hips forward, hiding more of her mighty cock. Again, Anne ferociously humped her and Lena wailed, squirming in Anne's grasp, as that leviathan sank further inside her.
Each of Anne's strokes were punishing and deep. Her bright green eyes shined with sadistic glee, as she thrust into a squealing and writhing Lena. Her soaking wet folds gripped Anne so tightly with every new inch rammed inside them, yet they failed to hold the powerful invader captive as Anne's cock was dragged back only to be stuffed even further inside. Arthur's ears already hurt with Lena's screams, and his Mother's cock was only buried halfway. Anne began to hump faster, setting a grueling pace, their plentiful fluids allowing more of Anne's hefty cock to squeeze inside. Lena's legs shook and her toes violently clenched, as she was repeatedly ploughed into.
Despite the pain brought on by Anne's cock bullying it's way into her deepest parts, each time Anne pulled back, the accompanying emptiness was despairing, making Lena ache for that monstrous cock and the painfully full sensation she'd get when Anne humped her. She began to beg for that cock to be inside her.
"Yes fuck me Mistress! Break me with your giant cock! Please fuck me! Oh God its so deep Mistress! Your dick is so big inside me!" Lena shrieked with delight each time Anne's cock filled her insides, punching deep. She loved being at the mercy of such a hulking member, piercing her clenching depths and tossing her body with each barbaric thrust.
"You asked for it slut!" Arthur's Mother spat, suddenly hammering her hips forward, her cock digging hard into Lena's pussy. Blurring hips and a massive, relentless tool, forced Lena to wail continuously until her body spasmed and twisted in a painful orgasm. Arthur felt his cock twitch, as he was forced to watch such a primal mating.
The smell of their sex filled the room, arousing him further, despite seeing his wife fucked by a much more powerful animal. His very own Mother Superior, with her mega cock and strong body, further demonstrated her superiority as she bred his wife. His cock could only throb uselessly in his pants, while his alpha Mother took Lena from him. Lena let loose a bloodcurdling scream, as Anne's cock punched into her womb.
Her body contorted in his Mother's strong grasp, as she was fucked deep. Her fingernails tore the bedsheets, so great was the sensation of her womb being filled by Anne's large cockhead. Again, Lena came, a wet shaking orgasm. She came hard enough for a lifetime, as she was brutally rutted by Anne. Only letting out an occasional hard grunt, Anne tirelessly humped inside her, finally deep enough for her apple sized balls to spank Lena's ass. The speed and force of her thrusts were such that Anne's enormous pendulous ball sack swung behind her thighs only to jump forward impacting hard against Lena's asscheeks.
"Such a good bitch aren't you!?" Anne growled at Lena, raking her fingernails down Lena's thighs, adding to the powerful stimulation racking her body. "Your Mistress is talking slut!" Anne could see Lena was at the edge of consciousness, so she stopped thrusting and cocked her hand back to deliver a nasty spank to Lena's ass. Lena moaned loudly.
"Yes Mistress." Lena was able to say weakly. Anne moved Lena's legs from her shoulders and spread them wide.
"Good. Now keep your legs spread. Arthur, get over here." Arthur's heart was in his throat, as he slowly made his way over. Anne slowly pulled her giant meat from inside Lena, giving Arthur another emasculating show.
"Come here Arthur." She pulled him to her side. "Now look at your wife." Arthur looked up at his wife. Her eyes were glazed, her cheeks flushed and rosy, Lena appeared intoxicated, but also fulfilled. "Do you remember how disrespectful she was Arthur? Now look at her, is she still disrespectful?"
"No." Arthur responded weakly.
"Why's that Arthur?" Arthur began to tear up again.
"Because she had sex with you."
"That's right Arthur, because I fucked your wife. But….there's something wrong with what I just said isn't there?"
"No." Arthur would never say that she was wrong.
"Oh, there isn't?" Anne said with mock surprise.
"No." Arthur was now confused.
"So Lena is your wife?" Anne asked, her gaze turning hard.
"No no, she's yours." Arthur realized his mistake.
"No, you said it. She's your wife….so fuck her." Anne commanded him.
"I can't, she's yours." Arthur knew he was trapped in her game of humiliation.
"No, she isn't. You don't know that she's mine, so you fuck her."
"I-"
"Fuck her now Arthur!" Anne interrupted him. Arthur knew he had no choice, but to aid her in his own emasculation. Arthur sighed, and unbuckled his pants. His underwear sporting a small tent from watching their primal mating. He then pulled his underwear down, letting out his own tiny penis next to his Mother's massive jutting cock, her member shaming him once again.
"Now fuck her." Anne ordered. Arthur's eyes watered, as he stepped up to his wife's spread legs, her wide gaping hole clear evidence of his inadequacy and his Mother's primal supremacy. He easily slid inside her, only rubbing his small cock on the slick bottom of her blown out pussy. There was no reaction from Lena as he entered her. Tears fell, his hips pushed back and forth to no avail, as his wife now felt nothing after being dug out by his Mother's behemoth of a cock.
"Have you learned your lesson now, Arthur? Why your wife was disrespectful? Why she's no longer your wife?" Arthur shoulders shook as he cried and pumped uselessly at Lena's gape. "Why Arthur?"
"Becausebecause I cccouldn't ffuck hher." Arthur cried.
"That's right Arthur. Now get your little dick out of my wife." Anne stepped forward, stroking her cock, as Arthur pulled out. "Did you hear that Lena? You're my wife now.
"Thank you Mistress."Lena said softly.
"Good. You're welcome. Now get up on all fours, it's time for your Mistress to cum. You want your Mistress to cum don't you?"
"Yes Mistress." Lena slowly and weakly maneuvered onto all fours, while Anne got on the bed behind her, still stroking her slick length.
"Arthur, get underneath me and my wife." Arthur crawled onto the bed behind Anne, and lying down face up, he wormed his way beneath the two. He passed by a glistening slit until he saw and felt Anne's heavy, musky ball sack, which was slick with sweat, as it slid down his face. He could feel the heat and weight of her nuts on his face while he wormed upward. Eventually he rested at his former wife's now loose opening and the dripping tip of Anne's monster cock.
Pre-cum dripped onto his closed mouth, seeping between his lips and spreading it's bitter flavor. Anne gripped Lena's hips, and drove forward, right into Lena's womb, causing the already exhausted woman to scream out. Her arms folded and her upper body collapsed, now only held up by Anne's iron grip on her hips.
Fat balls slapped Arthur's neck and chin, resting until Anne pulled back, just to thrust in harder. Anne jabbed her cock into Lena's womb faster and faster, her balls busting hard against Arthur's throat, causing him to moan out in pain. He could see Lena's stomach bulging slightly with every thrust. Anne grunted as she violently pierced Lena's insides, building towards her own orgasm. Lena only shook weakly as her body was used brutishly, her voice now hoarse from screaming, it was hard to even moan.
Anne's grunts got louder and her grip tighter, her balls churning a heavy load. She suddenly leaned down, wrapping her arms around Lena's stomach squeezing against her own bulge each time she pumped deep into Lena's womb. Anne then lifted Lena's waist, now pulling down while fucking up into her. The bulge in Lena's stomach grew when Anne hilted inside her. Anne let out a growl, now fucking Lena with the entirety of her cock. Lena's pussy exploded over Arthur's face, while Anne hilted her mammoth cock again and again inside it. She lifted Lena's waist higher, ramming deep into her stomach one final time, and roaring in an animalistic orgasm.
Massive balls squeezed upward, pumping jets of rich, potent seed through Anne's cock to coat and fill Lena's womb. Liquid heat shot violently in thick ropes, overlapping, and scorching Lena's stomach. Each throb of Anne's mighty cock inflated Lena's stomach further. Every rope so thick, and evidently virile, it guaranteed Lena's pregnancy. Lena's hoarse voice cried out, as her abdomen boiled. Anne shuddered, holding Lena hilted, instincts making sure every powerful spurt pooled together in Lena's womb.
Arthur cried out, as they both fell forward on top of him, the side of his face crushed by Lena's hot pubic bone. The weight brought on unwanted pressure, Anne's breeding of his former wife now out of control. The three of them lied panting, and exhausted for minutes, until Anne raised up, and began her long retreat from Lena's bred and pregnant womb. When she finally slipped out, a deluge of warm cum poured onto Arthur's neck and chest.
Anne pushed Lena forward off of Arthur's face, her pussy spilling Anne's load all over it in the process. Anne's monstrous cock bobbed in front Arthur, covered in the remnant of her extremely potent load. "Clean this off, Arthur." Anne said, slowly and breathily. Arthur, still recovering from the weight on his head, leaned up to clean her filthy cock. A heavy, heady stench made his mind go fuzzy, as he stuck his tongue out to lap at the cum covered tip. Thick, musky, salty cum, filled his mouth. It bobbed in his throat, almost refusing to go down with the first swallow. Arthur continued to tongue her softening sensitive cock, earning a few gasps and shudders.
After having her massive member cleaned, Anne held the large head of her dick to her son's lips. "Suck." She ordered. Arthur opened his mouth wide, as his lips met her dick flesh. He sucked softly and pulled out her remaining cum, only a shot glass worth, still more than he could ever let out. As he swallowed the rest of her load, she pulled her dick from his mouth, shaking it over his head. Finally, she let him up, and her cock rested flaccid against her thighs. "Get out of me and my wife's bedroom now Arthur, I need to get some rest."
That night Arthur did not sleep. He had nowhere to sleep, save the guest room, but that offered him no privacy, which he desperately needed right now. It was simply too close to the bedroom, and he couldn't stand to be near them. So Arthur was once again in the garage, where he cried. He cried with nothing held back. He cried because he no longer had wife nor a home to call his own. He cried because his Mother had taken everything. He cried because he truly had nothing. He cried until he couldn't cry anymore, until an eerie calm passed over his tormented mind. If she had taken everything, he had no more responsibilities. Providing food, paying off a mortgage, he needed to do none of that. It all fell to her now. Lena could never be with him again. At least, not without his Mother. Arthur decided, if she wanted his wife, she could have that. If she wanted his house, she could have that. If she wanted his life even, she could have that too. He was going to find another one.
Arthur scrolled through travel destinations on his desktop, unsure of where to go. He thought of all the places his Mother could never find him. Africa, South America, the outback, the Alaskan wilderness. So many places he could go, to never be found again. He even considered the North and South poles, but the towns there were too sparsely populated and he couldn't survive the wilderness in those places. But it was different in Australia and Alaska. He could hunt and fish, live a fresh, clean life, untainted by the person that dominated his every thought. How would she find him deep in the forests of Alaska? Maybe he'd live on Kodiak Island, surround himself with thousand pound grizzly bears. You need a monster to fight a monster don't you? Alaska it was. He only needed one paycheck. Arthur didn't care about his savings, or his nice car, he only wanted to leave. For that, one paycheck would do. It could send him anywhere in the world. He decided, once he arrived, to work odd jobs until he could set off into the wilderness.
It'd been almost two weeks since Arthur decided to head for Alaska, and eventually the Alaskan wilderness. He tried to stay away from home as much as possible, torturous as it was when he was there. It seemed Anne was almost always fucking her wife. Arthur made sure to call Lena that too, Anne's wife. He didn't want any of it. Any of her, or his old life. The house usually rang with the sounds of sex, and Anne's powerful mating. When they weren't fucking they wandered the house naked. Arthur had seen more of Lena in these two weeks, than in one of his six years of marriage. And he saw no small amount of his Mother, her nude body exuding raw power, with her thick appendage swinging between her thighs as she walked between rooms.
But Arthur was done with all this. He hoped they remained idle and fucked their days away, right into house foreclosure. Today was Wednesday, tomorrow was payday, the day he left. He had brought his passport and other identification to work one day and locked it in his desk. He cancelled his paycheck's usual direct deposit, and opted for a paycheck, which he would receive at the end of tomorrow's workday. He would cash his check directly, head to the airport, and using cash, purchase a ticket on the first flight to Alaska. Anywhere in Alaska
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Arthur sat in the garage as he ran through his plan of action. He even daydreamed a little of all the things he'd have to learn once he arrived in Alaska. Those would be real lessons, he thought, just as the connecting door between the house and garage opened. Anne, his Mother, in all her naked glory, came into the garage. Her large cock, flaccid, slapping at her thighs, breasts shaking slightly with every powerful step. Blonde-silver hair hung wildly over her shoulders. Green eyes sharp and deadly. "Where have you been Arthur?" She asked, her eyes searching his soul.
"Here, in the garage." Arthur replied nervously. He only had to pretend for one more day.
"Why? Isn't the guest room good enough for you? It's where you had me sleep."
"That's not it. I just didn't want to disturb anyone."
"How would you be disturbing us?"
"I didn't want to interrupt you guys."
"It's fine. With Lena's screaming, we wouldn't hear a thing anyway." She taunted him again. She was always taunting him.
"Well, I still have some last minute work I need to get done." Arthur rose from his seat and walked to the work table where he threw his briefcase.
"Arthur, where are you going?"
"Just to get my briefcase." He felt a warm hand on the back of his neck.
"Where are you going Arthur?"
"I alrea-" The hand squeezed.
"Me and Lena went looking for your marriage certificate this past weekend. We found it, but there were some things we didn't manage to find." Her hand squeezed tighter. "No passport, no birth certificate, no social security card, it was as if you didn't exist. So where are you going Arthur?" Her hand lessened it's grip.
"Alaska." Arthur said, gasping. Her grip tightened in anger.
"Alaska? Without my permission? You thought you'd leave without me knowing?" His head collided with the work bench. "Haven't you learned anything all these years? Wasn't your last lesson enough? I own everything that you have, yet somehow, you believe you're a free man. When did I say you were free? All these years and you didn't know that I owned you? Then I suppose, it's time you did." She then stepped in between Arthur's legs, and using her other hand, yanked at his pants. He tried to squirm away, but pressed against the work table, there was nowhere to go. His pants dropped to his ankles, and as his Mother pushed against him, his small soft cock squished against the table.
He felt her thick meat flop between his asscheeks and onto his back. Her heavy sack so warm against his small balls. She grinded her cock in between his cheeks, bringing the behemoth to life. Arthur squirmed harder, prompting her to wrap a free arm around his waist, holding him tight. With his throat and waist grasped firmly, and the mega cock hardening against his back, Arthur thought back to the brutal rutting Lena had gotten. He knew he couldn't take that. He used his hands to try and push off of the work table, but his Mother was too strong. Her grip on him was too tight, and the way he was pressed down didn't allow him to hit back at her.
With Arthur squirming in her arms, Anne grinded faster on his ass, her cock now dripping onto his back, eager to mate again, to pump out another heavy load. Arthur felt the those hot drips on his back and the hardening pipe spreading his ass, and knew his Mother was going to cross a hard line, all for the sake of one of her lessons. Her beast of a cock had fully awakened, and Arthur felt the enormously girthy shaft's searing heat, as it spread his cheeks far and wide. His small body allowed Anne to keep her grip on his neck and waist, as she dragged her hips far back, to aim that fist sized cockhead at her son's virgin asshole.
Arthur grabbed at the hand holding his throat, but it wouldn't budge. He felt the enormous wet tip of her cock nudge against his asshole, her pre-cum oiling him up. She leaned forward, her breasts on his back, to put her full weight on top of him, pinning him to the table. She moved her hands from his throat and stomach, quickly capturing his arms and bringing them to his sides, then wrapped her arms around his torso clutching him in a bear hug.
With his arms pinned to his body, pressed against the table, and her breath hot on his neck, he felt her raw strength and how powerful an animal she was, especially with the massive cock drooling to get inside his ass. While being held down, he realized her breath actually smelled sweet, like strawberries, despite what she doing to him.
"Mmom." He hadn't called her Mom since elementary school.
"Yes Arthur?" She breathed hard on his neck, the scent of strawberries flooded his nostrils.
"Please let me go." Arthur said softly.
"Just one last lesson Arthur. If you still want to leave tomorrow you can."
"Then, can you be-" Anne squeezed his body.
"That's enough now Arthur." She began pushing into his asshole. Although it was soaked from her pre-cum, the head of her cock was too big. She had to pull Arthur's body onto her dick while she pushed forward from the hips. Her back curved, as she muscled the head of her dick inside him. Arthur struggled to breath and tears fell onto the table with her behemoth making way in his guts. That fist sized head bullied his ring open, spilling her ball's early juices inside of him. She grunted into his neck, as the ring of his ass strangled her cock. Her hips pressed harder into him, trying to squeeze more inside, until she could go no further. Anne then pulled her hips back, working her meaty tip to the cusp of his ring, letting her cock juice lube his entryway, before humping hard into him. She didn't allow Arthur to budge, as she drew back and thrusted again.
Arthur gasped and cried, while his Mother kept plunging deeper into him. The pressure built up inside him with her massive pillar spreading his ass, occupying more space each time her hips pumped. The entire time, her cock lined his insides with her pre-cum, easing her beast further.
Harder, she stabbed into him, cramming in more girthy inches. Wider, his ring spread, the mammoth cock rampaging inside him, tearing his ass open. Anne's back flexed upwards repeatedly, as she jammed her dick deeper inside her son. Her enormous cock flexing and throbbing when it met newer, tighter depths, and speared past them. His clenching guts were unable to stand up to the colossus, the muscles small and weak against Anne's monster of a cock. They were battered and brushed aside, each time Anne humped forward.
His intestines were molded by Anne's mammoth, stretched wide and loose. She was relentless in her thrusting, a bestial urge to be fully sheathed inside this gripping hole, especially, since it belonged to her son. More violent, her thrusts were, as she worked closer the base. Her muscles pumped hard, body curved faster, until with a loud groan, she hilted inside Arthur's ass.
She held still, breathing hard down his neck, and feeling her cock flex against his anal muscles, so deep in his stomach, she owned his body. Arthur, with his vision blurred by tears, felt the tremendous pressure and roaring heat threatening to burst his insides, and the massive balls cradling his small package, and he knew she owned his body.
Anne rose up and gripped his hips with both hands, which left him flat and heaving against the table top. With a groan, she drew her hips back till only her fist of a cockhead rested inside him. Anne pulled his hips back, as she ploughed into him, hilting herself again. Arthur only cried weakly when his Mother speared his guts. His legs were shaking, being held up entirely by Anne's hard grip.
She pounded his ass hard, her cock a heavy drill that bored his insides and made him weak. Arthur felt so weak and soft in the face of her deep pumping, his only thought was how could he ever defy her. The monster inside him said it was impossible. Her cock was churning his ass, smushing his prostate, his limp dick leaked fluid on his thighs.
He felt the size and weight of her superior balls each time they crashed into his, beating and crushing them. Arthur couldn't possibly stand up to his Mother, he felt her inhuman strength as she bred his ass. Anne's hips mashed into his cheeks, hard clapping sounds echoing out, while her behemoth of a cock rammed and ravaged his guts. Arthur's ass spasmed, when his flaccid cock discharged it's small load, forced out by his popped prostate.
Anne only grunted and thrusted faster, dragging out his convulsions around her meat, her dick massaged as she forced his orgasm. Then she was heaving into his ass, her entire body behind every thrust, his asscheek skin almost purple from the powerful repeated slaps. His small balls were numb from the beating of her heavy nuts. Anne felt her cock throbbing and the ancient need to release built.
She wrapped an arm around Arthur's chest and another around his waist, lifting him back against her breasts. Anne's thrusts were barbaric and primal, driving hard enough to force chilling screams from Arthur's throat. She ruthlessly pounded into his guts, until her balls churned, and with one last supremely violent thrust, hilted inside her son.
She squeezed his body and bit down hard on his shoulder, when heavy, potent seed rocketed from her churning nuts, spouting from her cockhead deep into his intestines. Dense ropes of hot semen sprayed and coated his insides, burning up his abdomen with their heat and potency. Arthur's stomach bloated, as Anne's liquid heat geysered upward. Anne grunted into Arthur's shoulder, while her cock pulsed powerfully inside her son.
Arthur had already lost consciousness from the last brutish thrusts. When Anne's cock finally stopped pulsating, she painstakingly dragged out of Arthur's ass. Her legs shook, while she brought Arthur towards the work table and put him down. Anne looked her son over one last time before she left, knowing that was not their final lesson. That there would be many more to come. The truth was that Anne loved her son so much she might as well have hated him. And Lena? She was only a whore, an actual lesson her son needed to be taught. Whether Arthur realized it or not, Anne had already decided they would be together forever, even if it was hell.