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Chapter Eighteen: Taken

A week later and James is showing uncharacteristic kindness toward Kendall. While she isn’t sure what happened, she is becomes aware of how James is allowing her more time at home with Jackson and the girls. He stops keeping her from school and, though he does demand regular visits from her, isn’t so covetous of their time. She likes to think it means he trusts her more, though she isn’t sure why she wants to have his trust to begin with. Whatever the reason, though, she is hornier than ever.

That is the double-edged sword. She is grateful for her time with her family, and she feels almost normal when she is around them, but she has only had two visits this week, and those visits housed the only orgasms she experienced. As a woman now used to multiple orgasms nightly, she feels like she is going to tear herself masturbating before she is going to find relief outside of him.

Outside of arousal, she is deeply happy in a way which she couldn’t quite understand. Jackson is still kind, the best friend she has ever had, and she loves him dearly and appreciates his love in turn. The girls are growing healthy and have a kind father to care for them. Her mother is closer to her now, giving her the physical and emotional intimacy that she lacked throughout her own childhood, and James gives her something else. The pleasure he gives is unlike anything else she has ever known, and while it frightens her sometimes, it has also connected her with her body in a way which she has never experienced. She truly loves how she looks, and she loves how she feels when she is with James.

Over the weekend, she and Jackson continue packing for the big move. They have everything ready except for what was necessary to keep out, and they are now putting away clothes, leaving only what they need to wear out. While they are packing, Jackson finds her tank-tops and shorts, her slut-uniform as she thinks of them, and lays them out on the bed. “What are these,” he teases, a grin on his face, and he sniffs one, recoiling at the scent. “And what is that smell on them?”

Kendall, unsure of how to respond and feeling flushed with embarrassed arousal, laughs and shrugs it off. She knows that it should worry her, that even Jackson, as trusting as he is, shouldn’t be so oblivious, but his good-natured grin comforts her and makes her feel safe. James would have threatened her for having a secret to begin with, but Jackson trusts her even in the face of her infidelity. It should shame her, but it only makes her feel good, like she has finally given her heart to someone good for once.

“Why haven’t I see these before,” he asks and he lifts one of her thin tank tops and stares at her through the fabric. “These are so thin you could see everything through them.”

Kendall approaches him with a smile. Right now, she is wearing a similar tank top with an oversized tee on top and a bra underneath. Her short-shorts are hidden by a pair of loose jeans that fit her strangely and hide her figure. These clothes are meant for James, and though Jackson has found them, he will never see her in them. They are her slut attire, and when she is with Jackson, she is a woman, a person with a whole being and not a slut.

Even then, she winks at him, allowing him the daydream. “You never know, you might.”

Jackson, blushing, returns her smile. “Oh?” He sets the tank top down and approaches her, moving forward with a gentle confidence so unlike James’ violent possession and jealousy. “And when will I find out?”

Giggling, Kendall shies away from him. Her two lives are colliding right now, and she isn’t sure which one is producing these feelings of arousal within her. She is smiling, and it is a smile meant for Jackson, but at the back of her mind she feels like it is a cruel trick. She wets her lips as he stops in front of her, and she stares him in the eyes, her cheeks warm. If she were to kiss him or allow him to kiss her, then it would be their first kiss in a few weeks. She stops him with a hand on his chest and whispers to him, “When we’re married!” Then, she kisses him on the cheek and flits away while he groans.

“You’re such a tease,” he says, and he returns to pack her clothes. He breathes in the scent of the tank top before folding it. “It’s strange. They smell weird.” Kendall’s pussy moistens as she watches Jackson, but she tries hard not to stare or draw his attention to her growing arousal. “The shorts and tank top smell the same. It’s kind of musty, I guess, or sweaty. I don’t know, but it’s hard on my nose. Smells kind of like your mother’s house, I guess. You always come home smelling like this after you visit her.”

“I don’t know.” Kendall shrugs. “I never wear them, really. Too revealing. They’re just something I kept from few years back, like jammies at bedtime.”

“Weird. They look brand new.” Jack says it casually, without suspicion, and tucks them into Kendall’s clothes, and Kendall has to bite back a laugh. She will visit James later tonight, and she will come home reeking of him like she always does, and Jackson still has no idea. She looks forward to it, even as she is enjoying spending time at home.

When this all started, when James had come back into her life, Jackson had brief periods of jealousy which seemed very out of place for him. Kendall did not think about it too much. Her own guilt has distracted her from his shortcomings. Besides, he is right to be jealous, all things considered. Still, he seems to have grown past it, and the extra time she has been given to be at home with him and the girls has helped to mend the relationship with James has put so much strain on.

Spending time with Jackson always reminds her of why she likes him to begin with, and while her marriage to him is meant as a punishment now, Kendall isn’t sure that it will be the punishment James thinks it will be. In the worst case scenario, James will give her the best sex of her life while Jackson will be kind, good, and faithful to her in his own deserving way.

In the end, though, she knows that his kindness will never really compare to James’ sensual cruelty. She goes to get his laundry and is reminded of the stark difference between the two men. Even breathing in the smell of his dirty laundry, she finds that Jackson’s clothes, while smelling like him, are lacking. James’ scent is powerful, robust, and it sticks to everything. Jackson just smells like a man.

She works with him in silence for as long as she can and then excuses herself. Jackson walks her out. “Going to see your mother?”

Kendall smiles and nods as they stop beside her car together. She allows him a kiss on the cheek but keeps her lips for James, should he ever want to use him. At this point, it seems unlikely to her. His intimacy and affection seem to belong exclusively to her mother, but Kendall wants to be ready just in case. Besides, it feels to her like leading Jackson on.

“And my new dad,” she admits, her cheeks warming as she thinks of him. She fully expects to lick his feet when she gets there, and she is excited to do it.

Jackson smiles to see her smile. “What’s he like, anyway? You always bring him up, but you’ve never really told me about him.”

Kendall smiles as she lingers by her car. Jackson has taken polite interest in her James as her father before, but she has always avoided an answer and he never pries. His interest is not in getting answers out of her, because he suspects no infidelity. Instead, he is trying to show support for the rekindling of her relationship with her mother, which has long been a source of strife for her. Jackson, always kind, knows about the distance that her mother always kept her at and is glad to see that shrinking.

This is part of why Jackson is so permissive toward her behavior. He understands her hurt and is willing to endure lonely nights to see it healed. If he has to be called a cuck as a joke that he hates, he figures it is worth it. His relationship with Kendall will always heal, he reasons, but they only have a short amount of time to mend her relationship with her mother.

The sad truth, however, is that Kendall’s relationship with her mother is good, and her late night trips are for James and not Paige. She, of course, still thinks of James as the one who brought her family together, but she cannot find the right way to explain that to Jackson. So, she simply tells him that she has a new father-in-law in the making and leaves it at that.

She shrugs. “I don’t know. There’s not much to say. He’s a real man.” She blushes as she says it and avoids his eyes, hoping the sleight didn’t land. Jackson is good but lacking in key ways. “A manly man. He’s big. Likes beer and watching sports, and mom is crazy about him. So is Oliver.”

Jackson stares at his feet, and Kendall can tell the blow landed. She knows he is comparing himself against an imaginary older man that he imagines James to be. If he knew the truth, she thinks, he would be openly weeping. He chances a look into her eyes and says, “He sounds great. You seem kind of smitten with him, too.”

Forcing a smile onto her face as cruelty takes over, Kendall cocks her hips to one side and glares at him. She likes Jackson, even loves him most of the time, but she doesn’t like this. While he has the right to be jealous, she doesn’t want him to be. She doesn’t want the two parts of her life to slip into each other, to collide, and the jealousy he feels when she is with him is jealousy that spoils their limited and already colorless time together. “What’s wrong, cuck? Worried you might be replaced?”

Jackson frowns and can feel anger rising in him. He takes a deep breath and reminds himself of her trauma. “Kendall, please, I’ve asked you not to call me that. The girls are starting to say it.”

Kendall, gently rebuked and upset for his kindness, crosses her arms over her breasts and glares at him. “Well, I’ll stop calling you a cuck when you stop acting like one.” They make eye contact, and she arches one eyebrow to let him know that she is not backing down.

Jackson’s frown deepens and another deep sigh follows. Rather than push, he relents, saying, “Fine. I’m sorry. You’ve just been away a lot lately. Sometimes, it feels like I’m competing with this mysterious new father of yours.”

Still guilty and still angry with herself, Kendall finds it difficult to continue displacing it onto him. She touches Jackson lightly on the shoulder and says, “Don’t worry, sweetie. We’ll be leaving soon, and then we’ll be too far away for me to see him…them…all the time.” A part of her wants to weep thinking about it, and suddenly her pussy feels empty. Jackson’s smile, though, helps to warm her heart and eats away at some of the guilt.

“I guess that’s true,” he says bashfully, and he opens her car door for her like a true gentleman. “And then, you’ll be all mine.”

“All yours,” Kendall agrees, and she spares him a clandestine kiss on the cheek before climbing into the car.

Kendall pulls out of the drive slowly and blows Jackson another kiss, this one meant for his lips and his heart. In the back of her head and buried deep in her heart, she keeps a dream that she doesn’t even acknowledge to herself, a wish that moving away will free her from James. She hopes that James’ vengeance will be offset by his laziness, and that with distance put between them she will go back to normal and be able to be the wife Jackson deserves, not the slut that James demands.

These thoughts remain buried, however, and disappear from thought on the short drive to her mother’s house. Commitment is replaced by lust, and devotion replaced by thoughtless hunger. She is moist upon arrival and already convinced of her own failure. The problem is that her love for Jackson is lesser to her than her need of James. She strips her t-shirt and pants outside of the car and leaves them folded in the driver’s seat. She removes her bra, too, and then locks the car doors before walking to the front door.

She knocks and is greeted by Oliver in pink lingerie. His tiny penis is visibly erect inside of his sheer, silken panties, and Kendall smiles at the sight of him. She has yet to have a real conversation with her brother about Jackson about James. Every time she visits he is too busy cleaning or cooking to say much of anything at all, and even at family meals he remains demure and waits on James like a slave. He seems happy, however, always giving lipstick smeared smile whenever they meet. Like Paige and Kendall both, Oliver seems utterly infatuated with James and entirely incapable of refusing him.

Oliver walks her up the stairs to the living where Paige and James are seated, half-naked, on the couch. Paige already has James’ briefs off and is stroking his hard dick against her lips. She winks when she sees Kendall and plants a wet kiss on his slippery, swollen crown. Then, parting her lips, she sucks James into her mouth. Kendall, seeing them together, nearly forgets Jackson altogether.

The strangest part of her Kendall's new life isn't that she became James' slut. He was always abusive and degrading to her, treating her more like property than a person, so for her to be degraded as she has isn't strange even if the pleasure is. No, the strangest part about becoming James' slut has been becoming her mother's daughter again. Paige's hard life of alcohol had hurt Kendall as much as it has hurt Paige and had been instrumental, Kendall believes, in landing Kendall as a single, teenage mother when she first met James.

Kendall has always been desperate to fit in, desperate to find love where she could. Penelope's father and his family were the replacement Kendall thought she needed. When she got pregnant, she was terrified and went to them for comfort, but comfort never materialized. While not physically abusive, Penelope's father was not there. He cheated on her and eventually left her, not even being good enough to pay child support.

James appeared to her shortly after and preyed upon her weakness. She was still young, and he harassed her at work until she agreed to go on a date with him out of a desperate attempt to get him to leave her alone. Then he got her pregnant, and she stayed with him out of homeless acceptance, telling herself that she was lucky that James stayed, too. It wasn't until Jackson came along that she found hope again, and through him she learned that she could be better and that she deserved better.

Now, she is engaged to man she loves while being the secret sex slave of a man she hates and, strangely, the latter is what brought her mother back into her life. Jackson had tried to help but didn't have the power required to make her mother chance. Paige has no interest in his kindness and seems only to respond to James' cruelty, but it was that cruelty that fixed her, forced her to give up alcohol, and brought her crashing back into Kendall. It is James' kindness that has brought them this close to begin with, and it is his continued cruelty which keeps them bound together.

Now, Paige slurps him noisily as Kendall approaches. Kendall kneels at James' feet when she joins them at the couch and takes to kissing his feet without a word. She steals glances at her mother, envious and hungry, wanting to join her or even be in her place, and she is not at James' feet long before he parts his legs and urges her into his asshole.

After doing her duty, Kendall is allowed to suckle his large, hairy balls. By this point, she and Paige have him at steel. While Kendall nurses his testicles, her mother sucks and strokes him, using her hands to spread her dripping saliva along his shaft as he teases her throat on each downward stroke she makes. Though undoubtedly more skilled than Kendall, Paige is careful with him, showing more care in how she navigates his dimensions. She still finds struggle in throating him and does not throw herself into James like Kendall does. Kendall, meanwhile, watches her mother and tries to learn from her, taking pride in the ways she matches her mother.

Kendall, meanwhile, licked her way through his pubic hair before making her way to his shaft. She licked up his shaft, leaving a thick trail of saliva on her journey. At the crown, she stopped to taste him, sampling the thick precum oozing out of his urethra and moaning as she does. Paige, seeing her and still stroking James, guides him into Kendall’s mouth without hesitation. Kendall smiles at he brushes her lips and then, blushing, accepts him with a purr.

One of James’ big, rough hands comes to rest on the back of Kendall’s head as he moans. “Shit, I’ma miss your mouth when you’re done, slut.”

Slurping and choking, Kendall works her tongue along his glans. She gives him a sloppy, wet blowjob, making as much noise as she can to show him her enjoyment of him. Paige continues to stroking him, using a mixture of her daughter’s saliva and her own saliva to keep him wet. She cups his balls with her free hand, hefting them and enjoying their weight while she kisses his shoulder and moans into his ear.

“Heh. Look at her, James. I think she’s going to miss sucking your dick.”

Paige lowers herself and joins Kendall, taking hold of him by the root to flatten his pubic hair and licking and kissing his gargantuan shaft. She kneads him balls gently with her other hand, priming his semen for them. James, already leaking, is now gushing precum as his orgasm is fast approaching. Paige licks her way up his shaft like her daughter did before her and joins Kendall in sucking him. Kendall shares him obediently, and the two take turns eating his precum and kissing his crown.

James cups Paige’s head down as Kendall licks her way down James. She kisses his balls through her mother’s fingers and nuzzles his pubic root, purring as she does. “Oh, I’m going to miss your dick so much, daddy. You taste so good, and you come so much. I’m addicted now. Addicted to you!”

The words fall from her mouth without her meaning for them too, and she takes to licking him again to keep herself quiet. A part of Kendall still whispers Jackson’s name in the back of her head, a desperate part of her that is shrinking further each time she is exposed to James. That part of her still pretends like she can go back to normal once she moves away, but deep down she knows it is a lie and, face and fingers full of cock, she struggles to even entertain the fantasy.

James grins and guides his women, moving them wherever he pleases. They follow, licking him, slobbering, wetting his flesh and his furry pubic hair wherever they go. Paige throats him with a sloppy moan, her saliva frothing and foaming around him while he sighs. “Fuck, you two are being so good to me.” James holds Kendall to his balls and lets her suck him through her mother’s fingers. She stares up into his eyes as she does, and he laughs as he stares back. “Yeah? You gonna miss sucking my balls, too, ain’t you?”

Kendall whines around him. “Mmhmm!”

“And what about my toes, Kendall? Or my ass?”

Kendall’s eyes roll back as she enjoys him. “Mmm!” All she can taste right now is him, and he is all she can breathe. At this point, he is all she can even think about, and all thoughts of Jackson leave her. She whines against him, panting around him and, even when allowed room to breathe. Face against her thigh, she pants against him. “I’m going to miss you, daddy. I’m going to miss all of you.” She eyes his shaft with a smile and says, “Every. Single. Inch.”

Kissing her way back to his balls, she licks them again. Her mothers’ fingers are wet with her saliva as Paige throats him above, eyes closed, her daughter far away. Kendall finds his taint and kisses it with a moan. “Mm. Please, daddy, promise me that you’ll visit me whenever you can? Or I can visit you, if you want!”

It always surprises James to see Kendall so thoughtlessly devoted to him. He can still see the hate in her every time she arrives to see him, but the way she strokes him, sucks him, drools on him and comes for him illustrates his authority over her. She hates him, but she cannot resist him, either.

Paige, meanwhile, sits up and wipes her chin, surprised by what she hears from her daughter. She continues stroking James, but Kendall takes her place, throating him smoothly and with animal want. Meanwhile, holding him by the center of his shaft, Paige says, “Really, baby? You’d come all the way down here just for your daddy’s dick?”

Kendall moans around James, licking him, kissing him, slobbering like a hungry animal. She can feel his orgasm approaching, see it in his swollen veins and his rigid cock. She and Paige are close, too, as she moans and kisses him all over. “Oh, mommy,” she slurps, sucking him, tasting him, drooling on him. He swells stiffer, his crown a shiny, sticky red, and she can almost feel the air vibrating as his orgasm nears. “Daddy taught me to want his dick, and now I need it. And I do need it, daddy. I need your dick, and I need you cum, and now I just can’t live without it!”

Precum bubbles out of his, thick and white, and Kendall knows his climax is there. She lowers herself, holding her lips parted and her tongue out in preparation for him. Paige laughs and, leaning down, kisses his cockhead while she strokes him rapidly. Her hands are a blur and, when James does come, he hits her first before being given the chance to unload onto Kendall.

Though Paige gets the first few shots, Kendall takes the bulk of his orgasm. She gets it in her face and some in her nose, and she sits wincing as her mother strokes him. Kendall cups his balls, moaning and swallowing what she can and licking him through the rest of his climax, mewling as his thick seed fills her throat and sticks to her tongue. She chews it before swallowing and then giggles, kissing his crown as she milks him for more.

James grunts and cusses. “Fuck! Fucking sluts! Both of you!” Then, he sits back, panting as Paige milks him. She moves her hand slow, pouring the rest of his cum out onto Kendall’s outstretched tongue. His orgasms are always impressive, but this one is substantial, even for him. Both women seem struck by his virility.

Taking Paige by the hair, James moves her down and shoves her into Kendall’s face. “Go ahead and give your daughter a little kiss, slut. Share my sperm with her.”

“My pleasure,” Paige purrs, licking her lips on the way. She smiles and kisses her daughter, and drunk on climax and semen, Kendall kisses back. They trade his thick seed between their mouths, their saliva watering it down on each pass. They swallow a bit between them and, when finished, continue kissing, moaning into each other’s mouths as their sticky cheeks mesh. Paige holds Kendall by the head, her fingers winding into her hair, and she sucks her tongue. She wants to taste James, but she enjoys the taste of her daughter, too.

Watching them, James grins and cups their heads, one hand on each. He jams his dick between them, and they continue kissing, adapting quickly to his sudden but welcome intrusion. Their tongues dance around him, meeting and crashing like waves as their lips mold to his shaft. Their moans mingle like their mouths do, and James holds them in place, fucking between them, finding and enjoying this new way to use them and astonished both by their willingness and their rapture.

Months Ago…

Paige liked living with James. Not only did he fuck her daily, but he could be very sweet to her in his own, rudimentary way. Looking back, she wished she had given him more of a chance. At the time, the age difference between James and Kendall had set off warning bells that, reasonably, were still legitimate. She understood why Kendall disliked him. Kendall was young, pretty, and hopeful, and James was crude at the best of times, but Paige had lived long enough to understand that everyone was crude and appreciated that James was at least honest about it.

In the past, Paige had turned her nose up at good men for their seeming flaws. In retrospect, she realized that everyone had flaws, and she had left perfectly good relationships over small or sometimes exaggerated sleights. She used to drink her sorrows and loneliness away, but James changed that. He gave meaning to all of the hurt and taught her a valuable lesson—it is better to suffer this wild horse than to turn him away because he was powerful to be tamed.

Still, she had done well to tame James as much as she could. He still roamed the house naked or half-naked, and while she still had a son that lived with her, she rarely saw him and no longer cared whether he saw James or not. Besides, as big as his belly was, she liked to see James naked. His massive cock did him wonders, and easy access made up for whatever else she had to put up with.

After work, Paige would drive straight home to James. Before he moved in, she would often find him waiting, but over a weekend he ordered her to help him move and made her do the bulk of the work. She didn’t mind. Having James around made her life easier and set ground rules for how she was expected to live. Besides, he was kind enough to help her with the heaviest things when she complained, and that was more than she had even expected of him.

He had expressed that Paige was weaker than him, a statement which would have undoubtedly upset Kendall. Paige, however, didn’t mind. She was wise enough to let the comment slide, regardless of its truth or lack there of. Who was or was not stronger didn’t matter. All that mattered was that he was there with her and would fuck her into quiet submission so long as she kept her mouth shut and did as she was told.

They left his old bed behind and shared her bed instead. Over a few days, Paige watched her bedroom transform and become James’. Her whole house became his, strewn with garbage and reeking of sex. Paige, working hard to keep them both afloat and to feed her son, hardly had time to clean up after herself, let alone to clean up after James. He lived there, he ruled her home, but he did nothing to contribute. The former condition, the mess, displeased her. The latter, his stench, aroused her endlessly.

“There,” said Paige, dropping the final box in her bedroom before turning to him with a smile. She hugged his big, beefy arm and found him smiling back at her. “All moved in. Now, I really am living my best life.”

“Your best life is you being a slave to my cock?”

Paige blushed, amused and aroused by his language. He never passed an opportunity to attempt to degrade her, and she wondered if he had been like this with Kendall. She couldn’t fathom how the two of them had ever stayed together for so long, but considering his dick, she couldn’t fathom, either, how Kendall had managed to break up with him, either.

“It is,” she said. “It always has been. I just didn’t know until you showed me your cock, and then I knew.”

James rolled his eyes. They stood beside her bed, now their bed, and she was crushing her breasts up against his big, bloated belly. “You’re a stupid fucking cunt, you know that?” He said these words fondly, with affection, and pulled her into a kiss afterward. While their lips met and their tongues dance, James reached around to cup her ass with one of his big, hard hands. He gave her a firm squeeze and a sharp swat as they parted. “I’ma go upstairs and get my cock out, then, and you can bring me a beer. Slave.”

Paige fanned herself. “Oh my! Of course! My pleasure, handsome!”

She watched James stomp his way out of the room and disappear around the corner. Then, she stripped as he stomped his way up the stairs and across the living room. She left her clothes on the floor beside his, seeing no reason to fight the corruption he brought with him. Yes, she will have to dress well for work, but she saw no reason to remain proper at home with him. It was easier for her to walk around in her underwear or completely naked, like James did, and it made everything easier than slacks or a dress did. Besides, James liked to glaze her with semen, and she couldn’t stand to think of her clothes getting ruined because of any supposed standards.

She wore sheer, red underwear that showed off her curves, bought specifically for James’ pleasure, and then followed him up the stairs. She met him in the living room and found him already out of his pants and stroking himself hard as he watched sports. James was a very simple man, she thought, and she smiled to herself as she left him to fetch a beer. She honestly loved that simplicity, as it made it easy for her to know where she stood with him at all times.

Back in the living room, Paige gave him his beer and took his cock from him. Settling beside him, she tucked her long auburn hair back over her shoulder and spit down his shaft to lubricate him. It didn’t take long to get James hard and, staring down his shaft, she smiled to see him. His length was always impressive, and she kissed his cockhead and drooled down him, savoring both this moment and preparing herself for what was to come. James was a truly big man, and remembering the size of the plug in her rear, she had her mind fixed on how truly long and thick he was.

“James,” she said, spitting down him again. She stroked her saliva into his shaft and said, “I think I’m ready.”

James, already halfway through his beer, burped without looking at her. “Ready for what?”

“Ready for anal,” she said, and she smiled as he balked at her. “I think I’m stretched out enough.”

For the first time since she had started fucking him, Paige had found something worthy of distracting him once the television came on. Beer pinned to his lips, James paused and looked at her. Then, his wide-eyed shock gave way to a crooked, endearing grin. “You for fucking real right now? You’re really gonna let me jam it in your ass?”

Paige nodded. “If you want to,” she said. “I’ll be your wife soon, and I want you to have all of me.” She eyed his dick, stroking him with both hands and gathering the precum he was oozing. “That said, I think I need to get something from the bathroom before we start.”

James grunted and slurped his beer, finishing the bottle and leaving it on the floor. “Then go and fucking get it and stop talking about it. God damn.”

Paige giggled and hurried away, a skip in her step as she rushed down the stairs. She ducked into her private bathroom and found the lubricant she had bought to ease the insertion of the plugs and shook the contents to make sure there was plenty. Then, she returned to James in a hurry and found him grinning.

“Lube?”

Paige laughed again as she joined him on the couch. Her breasts jiggled with each movement she made, and James leered. “I’m stretched, James, but you’re huge. It’s good to be careful, don’t you think?”

James shrugged his big shoulders up and down. “You’re the one with the college degree.”

She winked. “And you’re the one who fucked me into a stupid slut.” She popped the lid open and then held him by the root with one hand while applying a liberal amount of lubricant. It ran down his shaft and pooled on her fingers as she stroked him to a shine. She thumbed the lid closed and tossed the lubricant away while standing. Bent over, she tugged her panties down with one hand and then stood after him, holding her waxed peach between two fingers to show it off as she stared down at his gleaming shaft. “Fuck! How in the world do you keep looking bigger each time I see you?”

James laughed and smacked her across the tits. They swung in front of him while she held his dick up. “Maybe I’m just excited to break your ass in.”

Stroking her hand down him with a groan, Paige held him by the root and purred. There was fear in her, and concern at how they might fit all of him, but there was excitement, too. “And trust me, handsome, I’m ready to be broken by you.” Still bent, she kissed him and let him kiss her back, and then still holding him, she turned and shook her plump bottom in his face. “Think you could help a slut out?”

James grinned and held her ass cheeks parted. Her plug was there, buried to the flattened root. James tugged it out carefully and went wide-eyed as the big thing slipped into view. He was larger than the plug, but it was still quite large, and if he were his former self, he would have felt self-conscious. He wondered how she might fit him but, seeing her willingness and the way his big cock was gleaming, felt certain she could manage.

Paige, meanwhile, was nearly drooling in her arousal as she panted, “It’s time, handsome.” She held him by the root again and stared down his length with growing want. “I hope you’re ready!”

Bringing his big hand around across her backside, he struck her bottom and watched the blow ripple through her, and then he barked, “Just fucking do it already! God damn!!”

Paige giggled and obeyed. Holding him, she mounted him, straddling him with her ass facing him and then guided him into her. She was used to taking him into her pussy and felt novel excitement as his crown kissed her puckered rear. Even with the lube, it was a tight fit. Paige had to work him slowly. She stretched around him and felt a pinch of discomfort as she took his crown. Grunting, she bounced on him.

Meanwhile, James held her by the hips and the ass. He watched himself disappear, felt her warm, wet rear gripping him tight. It seemed impossible to his simple mind that her body could stretch to accommodate even a single inch of him. He was a massive, tank of a man, and that he could fit into her pussy seemed a miracle to him. Her rear was an impossibility, and yet she fit him into her.

To his even greater surprise, the pinched expression of discomfort on her face faded the deeper he went. Soon, she was flexed around him, stroking her with slow, shallow movements as a small, lazy smile dictated her face. At half his length, she exploded in a wet spray of pleasure. She moaned as she took him, her breasts bouncing with the increasing force of her movements.

When his balls came to rest against her, she sighed. Sitting back, she rested against him, cupped his cheek, and pulled him into a kiss. James held her around the midsection now, his hands roaming up her body to find and squeeze her breasts. Their tongues danced, and she moaned into him, coming again at his full length. She felt dizzy as they parted, and James released her breasts to hold her by the hips.

“You’re in there,” she groaned, shaking on him. “All of you.”

“Shit is tight,” James growled, swatting her ass hard.

Paige breathed a smile and flexed on him. “I’ll say it is.” Leaning forward, she braced against his knees and showed him how snug he was inside of her, and she moaned.  “Fells good, though. So good with your big, meaty cock buried back there, James, baby! Fuck!! I’m glad I did this for you!”

She moved slowly on him, rising carefully and revealing a few fat inches of him before falling back down. Her ass jiggled on impact, and James tightened his grip on her hips as pleasure assaulted his senses. Paige was dizzy, but he was beyond himself. His fingers bruised her soft flesh, and Paige moaned in response. “Goddammit, James! You’re so fucking big!!”

Another bounce and Paige came a third time. This orgasm was long and shook her to the bones. She groaned, her body feeling heavy, and James began moving her, his strong arms lifting her and dragging her along his shaft. A delirious smile appeared on her face as a ribbon of drool left her mouth. “James,” she panted. “James! You’re so fucking good!”

James grunted behind her. Reaching forward, he took her by her auburn hair and pulled her head back while grunting. “You like it up the ass, Paige?”

Paige laughed breathlessly and then whined. “I like it up the ass,” she said, and then she whimpered as James drilled her. He moved her, and she moved with them, her body moving on instinct to please him. Their movements grew heavy and fast. Soon, she was riding him again in long strokes Her legs were tired, and her breasts bouncing and swinging, collecting the drool leaving her mouth. They were thoughtless together, their bodies moving on their own, fueled only by raw, animal pleasure.

She came again, this one hard and quivering. Her body went limp against him, and she fell back onto him, her sweaty back sticking to him on contact. James cupped her breasts again, crushing them in his hard hands while she screamed. “Shit’s so fucking tight,” he grunted, moving below her, fucking up into her with slow, shallow strokes. “Good thing you got them dildos, otherwise you woulda been all torn up.”

Paige smiled against him, kissing him sloppy on his cheek between giggles. “You’re still tearing me up,” she said, and her nose crinkled as James shoved her forward onto the carpet. She landed on week arms and collapsed with her ass up in the air, her knees perfectly spaced to support her. James fell into position behind her with a wheeze and, holding her by the hips, forced himself back into her deep a hard thrust. She came again, mouth parted against the carpet.

Standing over her, grunting, James grinned as he barreled into her. He as bloated and leaking, and it took all of his effort to keep from flooding her. Her ass was tight and plump, and watching the force of his thrusts ripple through her supple skin was a pleasure in itself. Having reduced Paige to a drooling, crooned mess on the carpet, however, was the greatest pleasure he had ever known, comparable only to the future acquisition of her daughter. Paige had hated him when they first met, and now she was milking him into her bowels.

“From now on,” he wheezed. “I fuck your ass whenever I want, for as long as I want.”

Face in the carpet, tongue out, Paige nodded in a pool of her own saliva. “Yes, James! Use me! I’m yours! My body is yours! My money is yours! My house is yours! Take it! Take all of me!!”

Drawn by the sound of her screams, Oliver, Paige’s son, had left his room and wandered down the hall. He appeared around the corner, a slight figure partially obscured by shadows. Paige couldn’t see him, but James caught sight of him and sneered. Oliver froze in the hall, wide-eyed as he watched James crouched over his mother, fucking her with tidal force, unconcerned for her comfort, thinking only of his own pleasure.

James reached forward and took Paige by the hair. He fucked her harder, really drilling into her with his full weight. She wheezed behind him, the air forced from her by each slow, hard thrust. He was destroying her and rebuilding her, degrading her and using her in a way which no other man could ever say they could. Only James had this right, and as he took it, he stared her son in the eyes.

Oliver stared back, captivated by his mother’s degradation. Normally, she was beautiful, but James’ abuse of her possessed its own intoxicating beauty. Paige’s eyes rolled back, and her jiggle bounced and quaked with each of his thrusts. James was such a big man. His belly jiggled, too, and Oliver wondered how his mother’s body could support his full weight falling into her. Judging by her moans, she must have loved it.

The beauty of them together stunned him and, staring into James’ eyes, Oliver came. He soiled himself as James soiled his mother. James bellowed, a big man shaking, and then held himself inside of Paige as she moaned. Paige responded immediately, her eyes wide-open as a manic, animal smile seized her face. She howled like a beast as she clawed at the carpet, and she screamed. “Fuck! Fuck!! You’re flooding me, James! It’s so hot! Your cum is so thick and so hot!!”

She mewled as juices gushed down her thighs and wetted the carpet beneath her. Hips up, face down, as against him, she whined as James’ seed stretched her like his dick did. He poured an ungodly amount of semen into her and then, withdrawing with a wet pop, rested his massive dick across her plump, red backside. Oliver saw it and gasped.

Moving slowly, Paige turned to face James. She stared at his spent cock, semen dribbling from it as it had gathered in her bowels. Crawling to him with semen dribbling from her asshole, she caught James in her mouth and took to sucking him. Oliver stared at her parted butt cheeks, and stretched butthole, and at all of the thick semen gushing from it.

James watched Oliver for a moment longer and then, grinning, stared down at Paige. He rested his cock across her face and moved her to feed on his balls, and as he did he spoke to her in a slow, firm, rumbling voice left raw by exertion. “You’re my woman now,” he rasped.

Lips fixed around him, Paige purred.

“And this is my house,” he said, fixing his gaze on Oliver again. Oliver’s legs had collapsed while watching them. His shorts were wet in the front and his eyes wide as he watched his mother submit. He heard Paige mewl and smeared his spent cock across her face. She stared up at him in awe.

“Put it all in my name,” he said, returning his attention to her.

Paige, allow to slurp off of him, smiled with his dick against her face. She could smell herself on him, and though she didn’t enjoy the scent, she enjoyed the knowledge of how it got there. “Of course, James.”

“Not just your house,” he said. “Your bank account. Your car. Everything.”

She licked him, and she purred. “All of it.”

“You’re not a mother anymore,” he said.

Paige whispered, licking him. “No. Now, I’m just your slut.”