Geis Ch. 6 (Patreon)

Chapter Six: The Second Throne

Trigger Warning: This story contains some sexual and emotional violence. This is nota healthy representation of a relationship, nor should it be something to strive for in your own life.  This is a work of fiction, and the actions taken in this story are taboo for a reason.  Be good to each other.

Kendall iced her pussy after Jackson got home and, though he was curious, merely saying the word cuck can now silence him with hurt and anger. Looking at Jackson, and comparing him to James, Kendall feels her guilt abating. In many ways, Jackson is still the better person between the two of them. He is kinder than James and far more patient with her, and at a superficial level he is better to look at, though he lacks James’ brutish appeal and raw masculine sexuality.

That night, Kendall sleeps soundly, and she wakes up horny the next day. She checks herself in the shower, making sure her body is still completely smooth to prevent any trouble later that morning. After that, she goes through the motions, living a normal life with Jackson at home for the weekend. Around noon, Jackson leaves for work, driving himself, and the girls go down for a nap. As soon as they are asleep, Kendall quickly changes before texting James, who arrives within ten minutes at her front door.

“You really calling me over for some dick?” James uses this as a greeting as he kicks his shoes off and steps out of his pants. He seats himself, half-naked, on her couch as she goes to fetch him a beer. “Are you really that dick-drunk, Kendall?”

Kendall opens his beer but hesitates as she hands it to him. Staring off at the floor, away from him, she murmurs, “I just...I thought you would want this, daddy.”

James laughs again and, holding up his foot, wiggles his toes at her. “Now, now, don’t get all sad. You’re a good slut, and I actually brought you a special present for being so good.” Kendall eyes his crotch. Imagining the present to be eleven-inches long, she kneels at his feet and licks his toes. “How’s the cuck likin’ that waxed pussy or ain’t you let him see it?”

Kendall hums thoughtfully around James’ toes, weighing her words carefully. Though every aspect of James seems to dizzy her anymore, she has also become resistant to his shallower appeals. The taste of his feet neither repulse nor arouse her anymore. Now, they are simply a part of her day.

“No, I don’t. You’ve made it very clear that I belong to you now, so I see no reason to confuse him by showing off my body to him when I won’t put out.”

James pauses with his beer bottle to his lips, watching her. “You saying you don’t even jerk him off or nothing?”

“I don’t even jerk him off,” Kendall says, licking the arch of his foot for emphasis. “I’m your slut, daddy, not his.”

James grins. “You been calling him a cuck, too?”

This, Kendall doesn’t answer. She just blushes and switches feet. James laughs anyway, and his dick swells an easy inch.

“Damn, you’re naughty, but it’s probably easier this way. No need to fake an orgasm when you can have real ones with me, right?”

Thinking of orgasms, Kendall purrs and lets her eyes roll back as she sucks his toes diligently. The longer they talk, the better he tastes. Soon, James is fully erect, stroking himself while watching her, his big hands making his size look almost normal. Kendall, however, knows better.

“He ever ask why you don’t fuck so much anymore?”

Kendall shrugs. Licking the top of his foot, she says, “We didn’t have sex much before you fucked me, so it’s not much of a change.”

“You didn’t...” James leaves his fat shaft at rest against his big belly and reaches down to take her by the hair. Dragging her up his legs, he lets her lick and kiss him all over on the way. “How much is not much,” he asks, pinning his steel hard shaft to her cheek while she drools.

“Less than five times since we have gotten together.”

“Less than…” James guffaws. “Shit, Kendall, that ain’t nothing. Hell, we’ve done fucked three times in under a week, and you told me that two days without my dick was torture. What’s wrong with him?”

Kendall whines. “You know what’s wrong with him, daddy. Don’t make me say it.”

Staring her in the eyes, his gaze cold and hard, James smacks her gently across the cheek. It is a warning, but it helps to loosen her lips. “I asked you a question--what’s wrong with the cuck?”

“His dick,” Kendall says, panting against his shaft. James moves her down to kiss his balls and smell his pubic hair, and she does it eagerly. “He’s a cuck and, while he’s not exactly small, he’s definitely not eleven-inches large.” She moans against his nut sack. “God, even your balls are twice the size of his!”

Guiding her lower, James feeds Kendall his asshole. She holds him by the thighs and licks him dutifully, filling her mouth with his vile flavor and watching his dick harden and leak. It disgusts Kendall to be there, doing this, but it also arouses her to arouse him so much. Stuck in his stinking cleft, Kendall takes whatever pleasure she can find, and she finds a lot of pleasure in pleasing him.

When she is released, she is allowed to nurse his balls again and takes to it eagerly, sucking the sweat from them to replace the scent and taste of his asshole that lingers inside of her mouth. James is leaking hard now, and he rests his steely shaft down across her face while she stares up at him with his balls in her mouth.

“You’re a shameless, nasty little cunt, you know that?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Sucking my balls and eating my asshole while your fiance is at work and your girls are napping. All you care about is my dick, ain’t it?”

Kendall purrs. “Mmhmm!”

“Then stand up and stick your ass out. I’ma’ fuck you.”

“Mm!” Kendall stands and steps out of her shorts. Bracing against the wall, she sticks her ass out at James who lingers behind her for a moment before lining up and entering her with one smooth thrust. She laughs, coming around him. Jackson always had trouble with this position. James, meanwhile, holds her by the hips and takes her to the base, filling her pussy and pushing into her womb. Kendall claws at the wall in her pleasure. “FUCK!”

“Stay quiet or you’ll wake the girls,” James growls, swatting her ass and picking up speed. Despite his warnings, he is careless, fucking her hard and deep from the start. Kendall whines and mewls, biting back her pleasure until she comes again. Then, mouth agape, she comes, drooling and wailing until James silences her with his big hands.

Holding her by the neck, James fucks her hard while choking the air out of her. He is careful to keep her breathing but controls her screams. Kendall, frightened and powerless, comes harder around him, tightening on instinct and orgasming more because of it. James is ruthless, and she is shameless.

“Told you to be quiet, you slut.” James watches her ass jiggle with each forward thrust. Kendall, meanwhile, holds the wall tight as he sends orgasm after orgasm through her. “Poor girls, gonna be raised by a cuck while their mother is made a slut.”

James’ words hurt Kendall but also arouse her. Struggling to breathe through his tight grip and the countless orgasms he is sending through her, Kendall’s world spins. She loves her children. She loves Jackson. She loves all of them far more than she cares for James, but she is powerless to resist James and his perfect dick, and they both know it.

Kendall tightens around him in another climax, and James swells in return. Fucking her harder, he holds her by the shoulders to pull her into him with herculean jerks. Kendall’s entire body is throttled as he pounds her from behind, her breasts swaying, and drool escaping her open lips. She moans, and she sounds like an animal in heat.

“Fuck, you got a fine ass,” James growls, and he releases one hand to swat her ass. Kendall moans, head back. “I’m getting close, you slut.”

“I know, daddy, I know! Your huge cock is getting even bigger! You’re going to flood me!” She whines and claws the wall. “Do it, daddy! Shoot me full of your cum! I need it! I want it! Ah!”

“Fuck!” James quickens rapidly and fires into her depths. Holding her tight by the shoulder with one hand and squeezing her ass cheeks with the other, James deposits his thick, syrupy sperm directly into her womb as Kendall whines and pants around him in her own orgasm.

Kendall does not pass out, though the pleasure of this climax is equal to the one the day before. Her body, inundated in waves of euphoria, feels light and floating as she stands on her tip-toes against the wall. His hot sperm triggers another climax that leaves her shaking as he warms her insides and swells her pussy with his thick seed. At this point, Kendall is used to his life-changing climaxes and has learned how to ride them out.

James grins as he withdraws. Leading her by the hair, he steps back and drags her to him. Kendall kneels, panting, with her mouth open and her tongue out as James lifts his heavy cock and slaps it down across her nose. Juices spread around his shaft, leaving a glistening halo across her giggling face. James laughs, too. “Like that, slut?”

“I love your big dick, daddy.” Taking his slimy shaft in both hands, Kendall holds him delicately as she licks him all over to clean him. She can taste and smell their combined juices on his shaft and is grateful for that. It reminds her that he fucked her, and that always makes her happy.

James stares. “I done fucked you stupid, didn’t I?”

Kendall shrugs with him in her mouth. She sucks him dutifully, gleefully swallowing whatever left over sperm leaks across her tongue.

James lets her finish before returning to the couch. He scoops up his beer and downs it before calling her over. “Bend over for me,” James says, settling on the couch. His spent cock comes to rest on the fabric. An old part of Kendall worries that he might leave a stain, but the new part keeps her quiet.

Kendall stops before James and lets her eyes take in his half-naked form. Every part of him is made more handsome by the sight of his huge cock. She sees him holding something in his hands and frowns as she takes it in. “James, what is that?”

“A gift. Now turn the fuck around.”

Kendall obeys, and when guided to, she bends at the waist and sticks her ass out at him. His semen is falling from her in ropes. She would be ashamed if she weren’t still so aroused. He parts her labia further, and Kendall moans. “J--daddy, what are you doing?”

“Quiet!” James swats her on the ass once to silence her and then inserts something into her. She takes it to the base, moaning as she does, and recognizes it then--James has just put a dildo inside of her. Compared to James, the dildo is like a joke, but compared to Jackson it is girthy. He seesaws it in and out of her a few times before withdrawing it completely.

“Your pussy is a mess,” James says, idly parting her ass cheeks. Kendall is dizzy and drunk on him, so much so that she doesn’t realize his intentions until she feels the slick crown of the dildo ease into her butthole.

“James!” Another swat, and she is silent as James eases the dildo into her. He forces it to the base and then swats her ass again.

“There we go.” Turning her, he stares her in the eyes with a cruel smile. “And what do you say when your daddy gives you a gift.”

“Thank you?” Kendall feels strange, like she has to defecate but cannot. The dildo is solid inside of her and leaves her feeling full. She frowns and picks at it until James swats her across the breasts. Whining, she stops. “What did you put into me?”

“A dildo.”

“I know that, I mean, why did you put it in my ass?”

James grabs her by the throat, and she stares at him. “Watch your tone,” he says, and then moving his thumb, feeds it to her. Kendall sucks it readily. “I own you, Kendall. I own every inch of you. Including your asshole, and I am going to make sure to get full use out of this thicc behind of yours. Got that?”

Kendall has never had interest in anal. Her first boyfriend tried it once with her and soon ended up on his ass as she dressed and left the room. She has never tolerated the attempt, and has a history of shutting down the conversation with a look. James, however, isn’t asking her. Neither is he talking about it. Using her sperm-soaked pussy for lubricant, he has already inserted a dildo into her asshole and is now expecting her to wear it around her house.

Fucked senseless and powerless to stop him, Kendall stares him in the eyes and nods. “Yes, daddy, I understand.”

“And you don’t take it out without my permission unless you gotta shit.” He swats her pussy. “Got it?”

“Yes, daddy,” she moans.

“Good girl.” James mauls her ass cheeks with both hands. Just having been fucked, her entire body still feels like a pussy, and James’ big hands feel strong and rough against her skin. He gives each cheek another small smack before standing. “We gotta get you ready, cause you know how big my dick is, and we’re gonna have you stretched out first.”

Kendall nods shakily while dressing. She pulls her shorts on to contain his dribbling semen and then watches him dress. It saddens her to see his plump cock put away and, staring at him, she feels a thrill in her spine when she considers how he might fill her asshole soon. She has never had an interest in anal before, but at this point she finds it difficult to imagine James causing her anything but pleasure.

Once dressed, James has Kendall walk him to his truck. She follows him in a daze, her body still shaky from the orgasm. The dildo feels obtrusive and foreign inside of her, but she knows better than to remove it. As her high lessens, the fear of being reamed by his fat cock fills her mind. She stares at him, and she feels anxiety mixing with her arousal. She wants him, but she doesn’t want to want him.

“Gimme a kiss,” James says, turning to her. Kendall nods and, kneeling at his feet, kisses his heavy crotch. This act of obedient affection comforts her some as she remembers how good James feels inside of her. Anal might simply be the price she has to pay for continued deep-dicking. If that is the case, then, she has already decided to pay it. James pats her head. “Good girl,” he says, and he pulls her to standing by her hair. “Remember, only comes out of you when you shit. Got it?”

Kendall nods. “Yes, daddy.”

Squeezing her ass, James growls. “Fuck,” he says, taking her by the hair next and moving her head about. “It gets me hard when you’re a good little slut, you know that?”

Kendall grins and purrs, and James smacks her across the face. Forcing her lips open, he works his index and middle finger into her mouth and lets her suck him. Kendall stares him in the eyes as she does it, wholly devoted to him in this moment, and James thickens. In under a week, he has taken her from hating him to begging him for his cum and wearing a dildo around in her ass. He has never felt more powerful in his life.

Meanwhile, Kendall is enraptured with him. Even the taste of his fingers is deeply erotic to her, and the way he saws them in and out of her mouth only makes it hotter. Deep down, she still hates James and everything that he is, but she cannot deny her attraction to him and his big, fat cock. Every time he fucks her, it makes her want him a little more, and standing there with his fingers in her mouth and his semen running down her leg has left her completely at his mercy.

Seeing this, James says, “You’d suck my dick right now, out in the open, if I asked you to, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes.” She says it without hesitation as soon as he removes his fingers from her mouth. He wipes them on her blouse.

“Then come over tonight.”

“Come...over. To your place? James, I don’t…” SMACK! She goes quiet, staring at him. James’ big hand was right there to silence her with a single blow. She doesn’t move to hold her cheek, nor does she recoil at all. The smack was not only expected but, in her mind, earned. Her nipples swell from the pain. “I mean to say, what will I tell the cuck?”

“Don’t know, don’t care,” James growls. “I’ll send you the address later, and you better be there.”

“Yes, daddy,” Kendall breathes, and James climbs into his truck. He hardly lets her move before he pulls away, and she stands, lingering in the street, as she watches him go. She worries about what she will tell Jackson later to get her out of the house, but she also looks forward to seeing James for a second time that day and hopes to milk a second load from him deep into her pussy.

Later that day…

Kendall’s heart stops as she sees the address that James has sent her. After James left, she went for a quick shower and dressed, waiting for Jackson to come home so that she could go see James later that evening. While waiting, she checks the text again and swears she recognizes the address but tells herself it is impossible. When Jackson gets home, she leaves hardly with a word, save for telling him that she is going to be out of the house. “Don’t worry, cuck, I’ll be back home later.”

Jackson, surprised by her sudden exit, stands in the doorway and whines, “Kendall! Please, stop calling me that.”

Kendall laughs, her mind on other things. The address is impossible and must have been her mistake. She keeps telling herself, even as she smiles condescendingly at the man she is cheating on. “Sorry, sorry, it’s just a joke.” Then, she tries to turn her smile honest, at least for now, as she takes one of his hands and squeezes it. “I’ll be back soon. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Jackson says, and he stands in the doorway and watches her go. Kendall is partway down the street and just out of sight when she stops to remove one outfit and reveal the other. She is dressed to show off her figure, as James expects her to. Reaffixing her seatbelt, she pulls out onto the highway and slips into traffic on her way toward town center.

The town Kendall and Jackson live in is small and rural. Kendall moved here while dating James and could never find a way to leave. She grew up only forty minutes away, in a place even more remote and spread out, and was born in a city only a few hours away that was significantly larger than both. Her mother had relocated in an attempt to find a job and, having struggled with that, had turned to alcoholism.

Since becoming an adult, Kendall has watched her mother wrestle with employment and alcohol, finding an unsteady mix between the two in recent years. Her mother, Paige, then bought a house within town and built herself an unstable nest. That nest is the house which James’ address leads her to, confirming all of Kendall’s fears and leaving her blood cold in her veins on arrival.

Impossible as it may be, she finds James’ truck parked in the drive, and her nipples swell at the sight of it. James is here, she is sure of it, though she cannot figure out how that might be. Her mother and James have never gotten along well. Though her mother is beautiful, she is also at odds with the world, angry at having the life that she has had and even angrier to see her daughter making similar mistakes. James was, in Paige’s mind, just another reason to abandon Kendall and berate her for her mistakes. Images of James’ dick flash in Kendall’s mind however, and Kendall wonders if that has any influence over why he is here.

When Kendall had left James, she had done it quickly and while he was out of the house. In effect, she had left him penniless and homeless. James had no job at the time and had little interest in finding one, and the last she heard from him before his sudden return, he was going to be kicked out of his house, unable to pay his bills. At the time, she had felt justified, and even now she doesn’t feel guilt, but she does feel fear as to what that made him do and how he did it.

She steps shakily from her car, putting one foot in front of the other in a slow, uncertain succession, all the way up to the front door. The stairs, in particular, are a difficult climb despite their brevity. At the door, she stops to take in the yard, the house, counting the stories and the garage, peeking as well as she can into the back yard, trying desperately to prove herself wrong. Her fears are confirmed, however, when she knocks at the door and has it answered by her brother, Oliver. At least, she thinks it is Oliver.

He meets her at the door wearing white lingerie. All his life, Oliver has been a slender and anxious man. When Kendall last saw him, he wouldn’t leave him room for fear of the world outside. His hair had grown long and unkempt, his nails untrimmed, and his time was spent shuffling alone in the darkness, gaunt and afraid. In youth, the two had been almost identical despite the two years that separated them, and now he looks very much like her again, save for missing the curves and the freckles across his nose. Everything else, though, is nearly a mirror image.

-EL- She stammers his name, and he smiles a pink-painted smile before showing her in. From up the stairs that lead to the living room, James’ booming voice shatters the silence. “Olivia, who the fuck is it?” Kendall’s heart hurts when she hears him.

Blushing, Oliver turns his back on Kendall, his slender ass displayed by sheer white panties, the fabric of which rides up between his cheeks. He adjusts the panties while calling back to James, “It’s Kendall, daddy.”

“Then bring her fat ass up here.”

“Yes, sir,” Oliver says, turning back to Kendall and smiling again. “Come on in, Kendall, he is just up the stairs.”

Kendall follows Oliver up the stairs and into the living room, watching his skinny ass flex in his panties on the way. From behind he looks like a slender, graceful woman. From the front he has looked the same, save for the faintest bulge of a tiny boyish penis. From what she can see, he looks small even for a normal man. Next to James, he would appear downright infantile.

At the top of the stairs, Kendall finds the old living room she had visited with James so many times while they were dating. Bookshelves line the walls, housing old, familiar texts. Two couches are set catty-corner next to each other, creating a smaller room by their placement. A coffee table is set between the couches, and the television stand is placed against the stairs. The television is on, set to ESPN, and James sits naked on one of the couches, his feet propped up on the coffee table as Kendall’s mother strokes his fat shaft and sucks his hairy balls.

Paige is half-naked, wearing only her own pink lingerie, with her hard nipples tenting the fabric. She strokes him rapidly, his shaft gleaming with a mix of her saliva and his precum, as she nurses his balls. Licking her way up his shaft with her eyes closed, she moans before taking him into her mouth and sucking him with feminine hunger. Oliver enters the room as if it is perfectly normal to see. Kendall, meanwhile, stands rooted at the top of the stairs, awed and aroused.

Oliver leaves the living room, going to the kitchen briefly and returning with an opened beer to replace the empty one beside James. James takes it with a grunt. “Thanks, slut,” he says, and he smacks Oliver’s ass on Oliver’s way out. Oliver leaves with a smile, returning to the kitchen to prepare supper.

Kendall stammers.

Noticing her on a commercial break, James grins. He mutes the television while staring her in the eyes. “Well, look what we have here. Glad you decided to come home, slut.”

Swallowing her rising anxiety and confusion down, and staring fixedly at her mother drooling on James’ shaft, Kendall struggles to form words. “I came...you told me to come.” She clears her throat. “Daddy.”

James laughs. “And you always do what your daddy says, don’t you?”

Kendall nods without thinking, mesmerized by her mother. So far, Paige hasn’t even acknowledged Kendall, but when she does notice her daughter, Paige only stops to wink in Kendall’s direction before returning to her work. She bobs her head on James wetly, gagging as she takes him to the edge of her throat and stroking her saliva into his shaft as she does.

“As you can see, this is my house now, and I let your mother and sister live here with me.”

Kendall blinks, returning to reality enough to think to correct James, but the sight of her mother slurping so obediently is too much. Overwhelmed, she only nods in response, murmuring, “I can see that.” It bothers her to realize it, but both Paige and Oliver seem happy like this, happier than Kendall has seen them for a long time. Kendall herself is deeply aroused, even if slightly worried, by the raw masculine power James is displaying right now.

Paige slurps James dutifully, showing greater desire and skill than Kendall ever has. She strokes and throats him with knowing ease, each stroke being perfectly timed and subtle. Her attention is fixed and reverent, trained by time and mastered with enthusiasm. It is like Kendall isn’t even there and, considering how Paige used to hate James, it only serves to arouse Kendall more deeply.

Watching her mother with James, Kendall suddenly frowns. “If they’re here, though, why did you even want me to come over?”

Seeing her like this, James laughs and takes hold of Paige by her long, auburn hair. He guides her carelessly along his shaft, choking her, fucking the opening of her throat without hurting her. Paige allows it for a time but removes his hand after a few thrusts. To Kendall’s surprise, James allows it, resting his big hand on Paige’s back instead and granting her control over her own body. “Aw, it’s cute to see the little slut is jealous of her momma. Well, don’t worry, slut, there’s still plenty for you to do while she sucks my dick so good.”

Lifting his right leg, James shoves the coffee table to the side before holding his foot out and wiggling his toes at Kendall. “For now, you can show your momma what a good little girl you are.”

Still frowning, Kendall moves quickly to obey. Compelled by that strange force, she moves closer, her eyes still focused on Paige’s slow, delicate movements. She doesn’t only suck James’ cock, but she seems to worship him with her mouth and hands. She loves James, truly and deeply, and she shows him that love with every movement. It hurts Kendall to see, being deprived of such love and devotion from her mother, but it also arouses her, too. Gushing at her mother’s display, Kendall kneels with equal devotion, determined to serve James with matching vigor, even if she can’t meet her mother’s skill.

James rests his foot on her lap, and Kendall takes it into hand and smells him reverently. She mimics her mother’s effort, watching her mother even as she sucks James’ toes. She treats his foot like her mother treats his cock, sucking him, slurping him, salivating on him, and massaging him delicately. The taste is different from the familiar, manly flavor of James’ dick, but Kendall enjoys it all the same. Her mother’s willingness to service a man she hated so much confuses Kendall and arouses her, too.

Tasting him, Kendall finally finds a worthy distraction. Slowly, her interest in her mother fades, but her dedication does not. Already aroused, she falls quickly into James’ trap. Burying her nose into his toes, she breathes deeply of him before sucking one toe into her mouth. The taste is a balm for her, easing her anxiety as his earthy flavor spreads across her tongue. He tastes just as he had that afternoon, and that taste freed Kendall to forget herself and fall into his service.

Each time Kendall sees James, she finds herself more mesmerized by him. Seeing him with her mother only makes her awe more pronounced. Sucking his toes, she steals glances at her mother’s devoted blowjob. James has returned to guiding Paige by her hair and smacks her cheek to draw her attention. Paige looks up, and James points her toward Kendall, who has now closed her eyes to moan around his feet. Seeing this, Paige laughs, and James says, “Told you. She’s a real slut, just like you.”

Smiling, Paige strokes him with both hands and licks her lips to gather the precum that has smeared on her chin. “Of course she is. How could she be anything else for a dick like yours?” Paige returns to sucking James, watching her daughter who, opening her mouth, takes to watching her in return. They share a brief, somewhat confused smile, and Paige winks before using her hands to spread her saliva along James’ thick shaft. “Hey, sweetie, long time, no see. Having fun down there?”

With her mother watching, Kendall finds herself feeling very self-conscious and decides to use James’ big feet as a shield. Still licking him, she hides behind his foot, tracing her tongue along his arch and stealing glances between his toes as Paige laughs.

“Acting like a child,” Paige says. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of Kendall. I’ve done similar, and I’d do more to get a chance at his dick. It’s what women like us do for a man like him. It’s only natural,” she says, slurping his crown and sucking up his precum with a needy purr. “Sluts like us are born to worship a stud like him.”

Paige’s words horrify and arouse Kendall. Over the years, the two of them have fought many times. Paige is an imperfect woman and was, objectively, an awful mother. Alcoholism saw her emotional abuse sometimes turn physical violence, and years of neglect and cruelty had turned quickly to trauma. Kendall always revered her mother, as any child would, but time gave her perspective enough to avoid the older woman.

Now forced together, Kendall’s entire perspective of Paige has changed. Listening to her mother speak in honeyed tones about James, a man both of them had agreed was repugnant on his best days, made the shock of James’ massive dick seem somehow diminished. Her mother, while a raging alcoholic and a mean-spirited bitch, was also fiercely independent, almost to the point of being unbearable. She has had three husbands so far, with many boy toys in between, and none of them could demand the sort of attention that James is getting

It seems to Kendall that the strange power which James can exert over her also has influence over not only Paige but Oliver as well. With his dick alone, James has infiltrated Kendall’s life and completely uprooted it, reducing both women into mewling sluts drooling on him for his big cock and turning her brother into a sister who likely does the same.

Watching Paige, Kendall switches feet, taking to James’ left foot now and sucking it with familiar hunger. As she does, she takes a break to catch her breath and ask her mother, “Mom, when did you--why did you--how?”

Tracing her tongue along James’ fat, leaking crown, Paige moans as she gathers his precum and eats it up. “Mm, baby. Well, let me just tell you…”

Months Earlier…

Paige had just gotten home from work when she heard the doorbell ring. Grumbling, she set her beer aside and hurried to the door, stopping in the hallway to glare down at her son’s closed bedroom door before descending the stairs to the front door. There, she opened the door just as James’ heavy fist had finished hammering it again. She was stunned when she saw him, rooted in place by both his sudden appearance and his sudden entrance into her home. Watching him climb the stairs, she felt powerless to do anything but follow him in silence.

Like Kendall, Paige hated James, though the origin of her hate was different. By the time she met James, Paige had long hated all men. Years of abuses and disappointments had turned her on humanity. Homeless at sixteen and knocked up by nineteen, she raised Kendall alone until she met Oliver's father, whom she stayed with until she found out about his child pronography ring. Following that revelation, she moved states and found her way here, where she married again and had a third child who now lived with his father.

What had started as simple misandry had, with years of alcohol and cold, bitter resentment, turned to full misanthropy. She hated the world and all of the pains it gave her, big and small. Alcohol was her medicine. It didn’t reduce the pain, but it made her numb to it. When she saw James, that old hate burned inside of her, but it was muted, made less pronounced by a sudden and powerful yearning. Watching him scope the living room and settle on her couch, that yearning turned to a subtle spark of arousal.

The couch sagged under James’ weight. A big man, he looked sallow and sad. Though Paige didn’t know the details, she did know of Kendall’s recent decision to leave James and her following disappearance. It was one of the few times Paige had felt pride in her daughter, whom she always thought of as a failure for being knocked up so early and so often. That pride, however, was never communicated to her daughter. Paige instead told Kendall how she was hurting the girls, and she made sure that Kendall knew every bad end she might run into in running away from the abuses of the world.

The world, Paige thought, always found a way to kick someone in the teeth. Kendall thought that, too, but she was too young to live by it yet. Paige knew that time would fix that.

Staring at James, Paige tried to decipher the ache in her loins. James was not hideous, though he was not attractive in the conventional sense, either. He was a big man, fat, and he carried himself in a lumbering manner. He seemed to have gained weight since the last time she saw him, but the weight only served to give him gravity and presence, a presence made more acute by his towering height and broad shoulders.

Despite his size, Paige had never considered James to be strong, though her opinion of him was evolving as she stared at him. Fixed under his cold, blue stare, her loins were suddenly set ablaze. She stared back at him, brow knotted, assuming her slouched misanthropy. Arms across her ample bosom, she tried to fix him with a hateful gaze but found it impossible to properly materialize. Today, at least, James was too intimidating to intimidate. Speaking softly, she hazarded, “James? What are you doing here?” She tried to speak with her usual venom but found her words empty.

James held her gaze, his grin cock-sure and empty. He seemed tired. His smile was crooked. “Get me a beer.”

Paige’s only response was to lift her eyebrows, and then her body moved on its own. She was in the kitchen before she realized what was happening, and she went to give him her own beer but thought it better to get him a fresh one. Pulling one unopened bottle from the fridge, she returned to him

James regarded the bottle silently, his smile still curling his lips. “The fuck you doing? Open it for me.”

“Oh, sorry.” Paige popped the lid off and handed him the beer. James looked, and sounded, more tired than angry, but he watched her every movement. Bending over to pick up the lid she dropped on the floor, Paige is stopped by James’ big hand fixed around her neck. He held her close to him while drawing from his beer, and he stared into her eyes as she stared back at him.

Normally, Paige would have fought back, but James’ hands were rough around her throat. She watched him grimace as he swallowed, and as he regarded the beer in his hand, she could smell the alcohol on his breath. “The fuck is this lite shit?”

“It’s what I drink,” Paige said quickly, not afraid to displease him but instead eager to please. She felt small, submissive in his grasp, and the longer she looked at him, the hornier she became. “It’s all I have on hand.”

“Not anymore it ain’t.” Holding her in place, James took more beer into his mouth, but instead of swallowing, he spit it out across her face. Paige allowed it, not recoiling but wincing briefly to keep the beer out of her eyes. She stared him in the eyes the rest of the time, even when he smacked her wet cheek with his big, rough hand. “Shit is disgusting,” he growled. “From now on, you buy Natty and nothing else, cause that is what I fucking drink. Got it?”

Paige nodded, and James grinned. Releasing her neck, he grabbed her by the hair instead.

“Good girl.”

Covered in beer and saliva, Paige mirrored his smile. “Thank you,” she said. The way he held her displayed her cleavage to him, and James stared openly at her hanging, exposed breasts. Without wiping her face, she spoke again, tasting the beer running down her face and into her mouth. “Is there anything else I can do for you, James, since I’ve already messed that up?” Paige had never felt so submissive in her life, but James was beautiful to her, and captivated, all she wanted to do was to please him.

James shrugged. Releasing her, he burped and said, “Sure. How about you blow me while I finish off this piss-water?”

Biting her bottom lip, Paige kneeled. She placed her hands on James’ thighs and rubbed them as she settled between his feet. A sudden wave of arousal swept over her, swallowing her completely and dragging her into its depths. Her hands found his manhood, and she squeezed him through his pants, the size of him making the sea that consumed her privates boil. “If you like,” she purred, and she found his zipper and pulled his pants open.

James dick jumped into view, fully erect and already leaking precum. He was massive in length and somehow appeared even larger in girth. Paige had never seen anything like him in her entire life. Catching him in both hands, she laughed as she held him. In time, her laughter turned to a throaty purr as she smiled up into his cruel face. “Well, well, would you look at this?”

Still smiling, she moved her hands down to hold him at the base. Comparing him to her ex, he is massive, like a man against a child. Comparing him to her tiny hands, he is even larger. She rested his fat shaft against his fat belly and marveled at how his thick root prevented the fingers of one hand to meet. A moan escaped her lips, and a shiver ran through her body. “Who knew you had a dick this big? Exactly how fucking big are you, James?”

James burped again and smiled in a way that looked more like a sneer. “Just under twelve inches long, and just over ten-inches thick.”

Still holding him by the root with one hand, Paige used her other hand to stroke his length. At the crown, she gathered precum and smeared it along his meat. “Fuck, that’s big. And Kendall still left you?”

James’ eyes narrowed, and for a moment, Paige was afraid he might hit her. The anger passed, though, and finally he said, “She’s a dumb cunt. That’s why I came over here to have you replace her.”

Eying his massive, towering shaft, Paige smiled again. He was twice the length of any man she had ever been with, and easily twice the girth, as well. Holding him, she took to stroking him with both hands just to feel the full length of his rigid manhood, and she marveled at what she felt. “Of course, James, I would be happy to replace my daughter. She left you and your big, hard dick? What a cunt. It’s only right that I, as her mother, make it up to you. You said you wanted a blowjob, right? My pleasure all the way.”

To emphasize her point, Paige took him into her mouth with a long, lavish slurp. Her lips stretched and her jaw strained to accommodate him. His size, both in length and girth, was no joke, she realized, as she struggled with his unfamiliar dimensions. It left her feeling clumsy, but she was eager. Though not one to normally submit to a man, especially not so easily, Paige was a hedonist by nature. She didn’t ignore her impulses easily and, seeing James, tasting and stroking him, every impulse in her body told her to suck James deeply and to do it with a smile.

Watching her with a half empty beer bottle in one hand, James used his other hand to gather her hair and hold it out of her face. In return, Paige watched him as well, smiling when he smiled and bobbing her head with increasing familiarity. Moving her hands, she braced herself against his fat thighs and took him deep, choking on him with each downstroke, struck by the way he filled her mouth. For his part, James seemed to enjoy it, or at least offered no criticism as she worked.

Silently, Paige compared James to every other man she knew. She compared him to Kendall’s father, a tall man, strongly built, muscular, and kind, and she found James superior. Having long carried a torch for the first man to break her heart, Paige saw no reason for further comparison. Every man who came after Kendall’s father had disappointed her, and to have him now disappoint her by comparison to James, well, that gave her room for reevaluation. Sucking James’ dick, Paige decided that she had found at least one person worthy of her praise, and she decided then to reward James with her wet, hungry mouth.

James downed his beer and dropped the bottle to the carpet before reaching out with his newly freed left hand to smack her. It was a gentle smack, not meant to hurt but to exert his dominance. Paige felt it in her pussy more than she felt in her cheek, and she moaned in response. She hated the idea of being treated like this, but she saw no reason to deny James the pleasure of it.

Grunting in response, James smacked her a second time and watched as it propelled her to greater action. Closing her eyes, Paige took him deeper and with increasing enthusiasm, sucking him faster and with increasing want. “Fuck,” James growled. “That’s right. Suck that big dick. You love it, don’t you, slut?”

Paige moaned around him, purring as she sucked him frantically. The truth was that she did love it. James had a dick unlike any she had ever seen before, and while she still hated the world, she at least could appreciate James. At the very least, his eleven-inches was enough to soothe her barren spirit. Paige had lived a hard life, one unfair and unkind to her at every corner. Sucking James’ big, fat cock felt to her like a reward for all the shit she had gone through to get there.

James’ head lulled from the pleasure. Leaning back, he groaned as she took him to the edge of her throat again. “God damn, girl, you suck like a pro.” Sitting up, he watched her pretty face stretch around him as she took him. Her eyes were closed, and she was completely dedicated to her work. Her concentration was impressive, as was her enthusiasm. He had never had a woman suck him so happily before.

Sitting up to watch her, James found himself reminded of Kendall. For three generations so far, the women of this family all seemed to be direct copies of each other. Kendall looked like Paige, and Penny looked like Kendall, each of them growing every year to appear more like the one who came before them. Watching Paige suck him, it felt almost like watching Kendall on the rare time she had given him a blowjob, and that only made James harder.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “You got dick-sucking lips, just like Kendall did. I always used to stare at them when we would come over. Wanted to see them wrapped around my dick. I just knew, looking at you, that you’d suck like a slut, and you did not disappoint me.”

Paige purred around him, his praises adding to her desire. Sucking him harder, she took him with animal want, her stomach suddenly empty and aching for his semen. It was the first time in her life that she ever wanted to swallow, and she found herself desperate for James, desperate to feed on his semen. He was, in almost every way, the crude man she remembered, but his dick remade him. It took his disgusting behavior and made it masculine; it took his simplicity and made it straightforward and direct. Life was complex, she decided, but James was simple, and she liked that.

So simple was he that he began to shake as she bobbed her head on him. “Goddammit, Paige! Watching you suck my dick, I’m about to nut!” He withdrew from her mouth as he said it, taking hold of his shaft in one of his big, meaty fists and stroking himself to climax across her face. Paige took his load with a smile, sitting back on her knees and sticking out her chin for him. She stared him in the eyes as his first ribbon of sperm leapt from his dick and spread across her face, and she continued smiling even as he glazed her.

James was a big man, with a big dick, and Paige was glad to see that his orgasm was equally large. She had expected him to impress her, but what she got was beyond impressive. He left semen on her face and in her hair, running down her cheeks and gathering in her cleavage. The smell of him, primal and manly, combined with the heat of his seed to warm her bones and send an orgasm through her. It is small but singular in effect. No man has ever made her come by coming on her. Again and again, James continued to solidify his superiority in her mind.

Gasping and panting, wheezing as he swayed over her, James fell back onto the couch and let his limp dick hang and drip over the side. “Fuck!”

Eyes closed and guiding herself by her hands, Paige shuffled forward on her knees and found his dick by instinct. She pulled him into her mouth, sucking him clean and eating any remaining sperm that was dribbling out of him. His thick, masculine flavor was complimented by his musky scent, and she purred around him as lapped greedily at his essence.

Watching her, James could only groan. “Fuck, that’s hot. I ain’t never seen you act like this before.”

Paige smiled up at him through his semen. “That’s because I never knew you were such a big man before.” She kissed his cockhead for emphasis. “Mm. Now that I know the truth, James, I can make up for all those years I should have been doing this for you.”

James could only stare as he watched his ex’s mother slurp and suck him clean. She kissed her way down his shaft and even suckled his balls before she stood. Her nipples were hard and showed through her damp blouse. The sight of her kept him aroused, and his limp cock swelled slowly back to life.

Seeing this, Paige smiled. “Well, would you look at that. It seems you’re enjoying yourself quite a bit, huh?”

James nodded dumbly, and Paige laughed.

“You know, it’s funny, but I never realized how cute you were before.” Leaning forward, she took him in her hand and stroked him while staring him in the eyes. “Is everything okay there, stud? Cat got your tongue?”

Though aroused, James remembered himself. Reaching out, he swatted her hard across the ass before taking her by the hair. Paige jumped and gasped, but she did not remove herself from his reach.  Her flirting had him hard, and weeks alone had his balls heavy with reserve. Standing, he dragged her up along with him. “We ain’t done yet, slut, so don’t get cocky. I’m still hard, and I’ma’ use every inch of you. Got that?”

Paige, tugged along by his big hand, purred in her arousal. “Mm. Yes, sir!”

“Damn straight,” James said, and he shoved her away from him. “Then wash your fucking face and follow me to the bedroom. There, you can suck me again before I fuck you.”

Paige scrambled to obey, driven by mixed lust and attraction. She followed him down the stairs as he stomped, half-naked, through her home. His fat cock swayed, steel hard, in front of him, leading him like a divining rod.

Ducking into the bathroom on the way, Paige stripped herself naked and rinsed herself off. Once clean, she joined James in her bedroom and sucked him like he asked. After that, she lied on her back and held him tight as he fucked her through the biggest and best orgasms of her life.

Present Day…

Slurping James on her couch now, as she did all those months ago, Paige uses both hands to spread her saliva along his long, fat shaft as her daughter watches. Paige’s single-minded devotion is something Kendall sees and fears developing in herself. Watching her mother, however, Kendal cannot ignore her shared fascination with James’ mammoth manhood, nor can she disguise the primal, animal control that James seems to exert over them both.

Paige releases James with a wet pop. Sitting up, she exposes her swollen pink nipples, showing through her bra and displaying her arousal to the room. James gleams in her hands, wet with a mixture of his viscous precum and her saliva. Paige has worked him to a shine and makes a show of licking her palms clean before stroking him faster. Her breasts bounce and sway with the movements of her arms as she speaks.

“And let me tell you, after that fucking, I was sure, if a facial wasn’t enough to make me his woman, then eleven-inches up my snatch was.” She flashes Kendall a smile as she watches her daughter suckling James’ toes in animal submission. “But you understand that, don’t you, Kendall?”

With one hand around Paige’s waist, James laughs and beckons Kendall to him with his other hand. When she doesn’t respond, he pulls his foot toward the couch with a grin on his face. Kendall follows until she is within range and then lets him drag her by the hair to his dick. Now, he throbs, slick and gleaming, in her face as Paige strokes him. “Come here, Kendall, and show your momma how much you like my big, hard dick.”

As Kendall falls into his pubic hair to shower him in kisses and breathe him in, James takes to showering Paige in kisses of her own. He plants wet, sucking, biting kisses along her neck and shoulders, showing her more love and affection than he ever showed Kendall, even when they were dating. Were Kendall someone else, someone longing for and in-love with James, she would have been jealous. As she is now, however, the only jealousy she feels is in being made to sniff him while her mother gets the joy of jerking him off. She watches enviously as James twitches in her mother’s hands and hungers to take her mother’s place stroking him.

James’ orgasm, however, is a gift, and Kendall is lucky enough to take it across her face. With him groaning above her, growling curses as he spews, Kendall shivers in her own orgasm and is unsurprised to find her mother mewling and whimpering in climax, too. Subconsciously, at the back of her brain, Kendall thinks how the women are satisfied in their alpha’s satisfaction. It is only natural, she thinks, that they should come when James does.

Wheezing afterward, James stares in awe at the mess he left across Kendall’s pretty face. “Fuck,” he whispered, “That was a good fucking nut.” Swatting Paige’s ass playfully, he plants a kiss on her cheek as a reward for her good behavior. The kindness he shows Paige hurts Kendall in a new way. She doesn’t want his kindness, but she had hoped for it for years and gotten nothing like it during that time. Her mother, however, seems to have already found a place in his heart.

Grinning down at Kendall while still holding Paige about the waist, James says, “I told you that she’s just as much of a slut as you are.”

Paige laughs and leans into him on the couch. Still holding him by the cock, she strokes him off onto Kendall’s waiting face. “From the looks of things, she might even be worse.” Still stroking him from root to tip, Paige milks James onto Kendall’s forehead and then into Kendall’s mouth. Her fingers brush Kendall’s lips and when Kendall tries to pull away, she finds herself held in place by one of James’ big, strong hands. Guided by him, she is made to suck him while Paige watches. “I might get jealous of her if you’re not careful.”

James laughs and pulls Paige to him. Kissing her on the breasts, he stares breathlessly as Kendall chokes on him. Removing his cock, he rubs his saliva-slick shaft along her sticky cheek while she mewls and whines against him. “No need to be jealous. This slut ain’t nothing but a bucket to me. A rag for my cum. This is just punishment, an example of what she could have had if she weren’t such a dumb cunt. You’re better than her by a mile, and you always will be, and that’s why I’ve chosen you to be my wife.”