Living in the house were John and Sylvia. John was her youngest son. Her eldest was Craig. John had recently finished college and was looking for work. Sylvia was married to Griffith, but they had a loveless marriage. Griffith was often away working as a trainer for his company. He trained military personnel in the use of the computer systems and software that the company provided to the services.
Griffith had started right out of college with the company and had done well. But his marriage to Sylvia was never a happy one. Griffith was gay, and he had followed the old idea of hiding it by marrying and having children. It had been disastrous for Sylvia. Her emotional side had shutdown. The only two times they had actually fucked she had become pregnant. That was why she had her tubes tied. She neither wanted nor needed any more children. Her life become an emotional wreck. She had thought it would never get better. She was wrong.
It was a day or so after John had made love to his mother. Sylvia and John had broken the barrier and established a sexual relationship. It was something she had never looked for, but now that it had happened she was filled with a newfound love of life, and for her son. He had given her more than he would ever realize. Little did she know how much her life was really going to change.
Going into town, after kissing his new lover goodbye, John made a stop at the company where Craig worked as an accountant. He had time to see John in his alcove. They greeted and then Craig asked why John looked so happy. Whispering, John answered the question.
"Craig, you'll never believe me, but I had sex with Mother. Jesus, it was the best fuck I've ever had. And she sucked my cock, too. Damn, man, she's really hot when you get her going."
"Bullshit. You're putting me on. Mother would never do that. She's always been a cold-hearted bitch. I don't even understand how she ever had us. I'm certain she and Father haven't had sex in years. They've had separate rooms since I can remember."
"I know, I know Craig, but I shit you not. She was crying the other day and I finally got her to tell me why. It's all because Father is gay and their love life was nil, man. Nada. I can hardly believe it myself, but it's great. She does love us, man. She does. She's shown me. God, she is so fucking beautiful and she needs sex so much that it's all good. I hardly wanted to leave the house today 'cause I knew that hairless pussy was there waiting. I think she had it waxed just for me."
"I still think you're putting me on. We'll see. Anyway, the boss is coming this way. You need to leave. Talk later, okay, bro?"
John left and went to his next interview. Craig mulled over what he had been told, hardly noticing the figures he was working with on his computer. It was a long day. He wanted to get home to Gretchen, his wife. They had married last year and he had finally got her trained properly. He might be a peon here in the office, but he was a Master at home.
Arriving home at 6:00 that evening with some flowers in hand, Craig opened the door knowing what he would find. His Gretchen was sitting on her thighs, naked, with her hands lying upon her legs and her eyes looking downward. He touched her hair which allowed her to look up into his eyes with all of her love and devotion. She waited to be spoken to.
"Little pet, I'm tired now. I brought you some flowers. You've been a good pet for so long you deserve them. Now go into the bathroom and wait for me."
"Yes Master. Thank you so much for the flowers. I'm so lucky to have you."
Craig went into the bedroom and disrobed. He glanced at his body in the full mirror covering one whole wall. He liked what he saw. He and John had followed their mother in one way at least. They had kept themselves healthy and in great shape. His prick was flaccid now, but it would soon be hard and ready for his pet.
Walking into the bathroom he found Gretchen kneeling upon a rug near the walk in shower. He again caressed her red hair and she looked up into his eyes and smiled. As he walked into the shower she rose and followed him. He turned on the shower, set the temperature and then waited. Gretchen began massaging and cleaning his body with a large soapy sponge. She paid particular attention to his cock and ass hole. These were her favorite spots. His too. When he was thoroughly cleaned she again knelt before him. His prick was upright.
"You may worship my cock, pet."
With those word she began fondling his balls with one hand and stroking his dick with the other, keeping her eyes on his, begging to be told she was a good pet. She was. He caressed her long hair and she smiled and then started licking his prick up and down the shaft. Slowly, the way he liked it. He loved the way she sucked cock. He had trained her well. She was happy and so was he.
He was nearing the point where he would ejaculate into her face, but he wanted to fuck something instead.
"That's perfect pet. Now lean against the wall. Master wants to fuck you."
"Thank you Master. I love to be fucked. Please be rough with me. Please?"
"Take what I give you, pet. I'll fuck you the way you need to be fucked. I'll decide."
With that he held his cock in one hand and spread the cheeks of her ass with the other. His placed his dick in her ass hole and rammed it in with one hard thrust. She cried out in pain and lust, and begged him to fuck her harder. Gretchen loved it rough. Craig didn't mind. He just loved fucking his submissive wife.
