I apologize to the readers for not specifying the first story was part 1 and did not include sex. i submitted all 3 parts at the same time and did not realize they would not be released at the same time. These are the first stories I've ever typed, i will have several more come out so please follow me if you like my writing style. If not, thats ok too. Please let me know how you feel about this one, I can type a closing chapter if the readers want it.
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I wish I could start this story off with how I took complete control over my mother, but unfortunately my father's career allowed him to telework often. Sadly, for me, this meant my mother and I were
never
alone after. A week went by after the semi-forced shower sex, where my mother came on me and fucked me back...where she fucked me as hard as I fucked her.
Not a single time in that week had I been inside of her and every time she walked past me my dick kept telling me it needed to be buried inside of her. I had control over her, I had blackmailed her into satisfying me whenever I wanted it, yet here I was not getting what our agreement was and I needed to remind her. I noticed my mother stopped fawning over me, she fell back into her old ways of showing no respect for the agreement we had, she began acting like she did before I caught her. I was losing what little control I had over her and I needed to re-establish it before it was gone forever.
I decided I was going to remind her, and I was going to do it whether my father was in the house or not. I also knew that she would profusely protest whatever I attempted to do so I was going to have to be willing to push her mentally the point of being fearful I would tell my father. I laid in bed one evening and decided tomorrow I was going to start touching her body whenever she was in a room my father wasn't. If he was in his office working, her tits, ass, and pussy would be mine to touch and feel however I wanted...which meant she was going to have to change the way she dressed in the house or risk having her pants unzipped and bra's unhooked endlessly.
Let me give you a little background about my mother, she is 5'2, 120 pounds, blonde hair, blue eyes, and perky b sized breasts, which were surprisingly perfect considering she had kids. She kept herself mostly in shape, but she was not built like a model. With that said, she never wore yoga pants or anything that showed off her body, normally she would be in jeans or shorts that were average length for a woman in her 40's. Nothing revealing, ever. I knew I had my work cut out for me if I wanted to be able to enjoy her body however and whenever I wanted. I needed to get her to wear sweats, dresses, loose clothes that could be pulled up and down quickly.
The next morning, I got up hell-bent on resurrecting our agreement, I only had a little bit of time before I would go back to college, and I was not leaving with the chance of losing the upper hand. I took a shower and put on some gym shorts, intentionally not putting on underwear or a t-shirt. I walked through the house trying to figure out where my mother and father were, so I could establish myself over her again. My father was in the basement, I could hear him on his phone and those calls often lasted an hour, which meant I had time.
My mother was in the kitchen making breakfast and she said, "good morning hun, sleep ok?"
Her back was facing me and she was wearing jeans, I couldn't help but stare at the outline of her ass in those jeans. Just staring led me to thinking about what I needed, what I wanted, and my dick knew too.
"I slept ok, you?" I said back.
She turned around and looked at me quizzically, as if she didn't know what to say.
"Are you going to put on any clothes? Your father is downstairs and you're almost naked," she said to me in an angry tone.
"I have clothes on!" I snapped right back at her. "Did you forget about our agreement, mom?" I asked her.
Without responding she turned around and went back to making breakfast.
"I said, DID YOU FORGET?" I raised my voice and said to her, but before I could finish my sentence, she looked at me and shushed me.
"Your father is going to hear you, you need to be quiet!" she said to me.
I stepped up right behind her and pushed her against the sink, pinning her between my barely covered cock and the countertop. I leaned down close to her ear and with my right hand slid it up her shirt and squeezed her bra covered tit.
"This is mine. When I want, where I want. Remember?" I asked her.
My mother just stood there, she accepted the defeat again, she realized I was in control and I was going to take things when I wanted them.
"I know we made an agreement, but your father is downstairs," she said.
I slipped my hand from under her shirt and took a step back from her.
"There's going to be some changes to your clothes mother, and this starts today. You are going to start wearing looser clothing, sweats, dresses, or baggier shorts. And this will be something you do every day I'm home. Do you understand?" I asked her.
"What? What do you mean?" she said to me.
"I told you what you're going to do, after breakfast go put on sweats or a dress and a baggy shirt. And no more bras while I'm home. I want to see them free inside of your shirts," I demanded.
My mother looked at me and said, "I can't do that, your dad will notice if I all of a sudden stop wearing a bra, especially if it's only when you're here."
"No, he won't mom, he doesn't notice you now, he won't notice this. I'll tell you what, take it off right now and let's see if he notices when he comes up for breakfast." I said to her.
"NOW" I said sternly.
Just as she was supposed to, she unclasped her bra and took it off. I could just barely see her nipples under her dark t-shirt, but they looked so sexy.
"Dad it's time to eat," I yelled down the stairs as my mother looked at me mortified.
I could see the look in her face that she felt like a complete whore, just doing what she's forced to do. I smiled at her and stared at her nipples pushing the fabric away from her body as she gave me a disgusted look. A few moments later my father came walking up the stairs and walked straight over to my mother and gave her a kiss. I hadn't thought much about jealousy at this point, even though she was sleeping next to him nightly, but watching him just take what he wanted right in front of me pissed me off. My father picked up his plate of food and thanked my mother and went right back downstairs, he couldn't be bothered enough to eat with us.
I sat down at the table and smiled at my mother, I could see the anger and frustration in her face as her husband just abandoned her when she needed him most. She was so confident that he would realize her nipples were free that she stood straight up for him to see, yet he didn't notice. As my mother and I sat there and ate breakfast, I started thinking about how my father was so predictable, and it became obvious to me he had lost interest in my mother years ago.
