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While Troy was gone getting her oatmeal, Regina was busy taking stock of the situation. If she could keep Troy happy, she could survive until she could get to a phone. She still loved her son, she wanted to get him help. Her plan was to forcibly get him checked into a psychiatric facility, some place where he could get the help he needed for his twisted mind. Of course, she had to get to a phone first, and she hadn't seen her phone or the house phone on her way up to her room.
Troy came back upstairs. His mom being in exactly the position he left her in did wonders for his trust toward her. That she hadn’t tried to run, hadn’t tried to barricade herself—it was like balm to a wound. He smiled brightly at her, handing her the oatmeal before climbing under the covers to sit next to her. He was insistent on not leaving her side, wanting to be with her while she healed and let her know how dedicated he was toward her. He’d already been thinking about next steps—did they run away together? Get his dad to divorce her? Should he kill him? Troy didn’t know how it would turn out, he just knew he needed to get his Dad out of the picture.
Regina smiled when he entered the room, and if there was one thing a parent can do, it was fake a smile to keep their kid happy. She kissed him again when he crawled under the covers, her heart breaking a little bit more every time she played the "good mother". Her display in the shower almost had broken her completely, but she felt that playing the submissive slut would keep Troy happy and keep the dogs far away.
"Thank you honey, you made it perfect." Regina inhaled her food, wanting to finally get some real rest. She knew she could survive this. She'd survived her uncle at 14, and he was a real sadist. It never got as bad as the dogs, but he'd done his fair share of messed up things to her and she'd survived it all.
Troy had had a long night, too. Sure, he hadn’t been woken up by a 9”+ doggy dick, but he’d had a lot of time to rage about how everything went down—he had been devastated and hopeless and now look at how good things were—she wanted him and even initiated kissing and tried to get him to fuck her. After she ate, he cuddled her, holding her to his chest in the ‘forking’ position which was basically a reverse spoon. He passed out as soon as her breath evened out and like usual—slept longer than she did.
When Regina woke up, she was still in Troy's arms. She was tempted to try and find the phone now, but she wasn't confident she could slip out without him waking up. Still, she didn't want to just sit here, she woke up because she had to pee. Just waking him up normally might anger him, so she instead pressed her lips to his, intending to wake him up to her kisses.
Troy was having a great dream and when he woke up and opened his eyes, it didn’t end. Those were his mother’s soft, sensual lips against his. He groaned, doing everything he could not to buck up into her. He was as hard as a rock. Not fucking her until sh wasn’t sore was going to be so difficult, he began to question if it was even possible.
“Hey, Mom,” he said with a private, happy smile before leaning in to peck her again. “How do you feel?”
She smiled but winced, "It was nice waking up to you, but those dogs really did a number on me. My body still aches from what they did last night. How are you, honey?" She was hoping a little guilt tripping might help the idea of no dogs really sink in. Once she got Troy into a psych ward, she was definitely going to neuter those assholes. She didn't care if they were just doing what they were taught to do, they should have known not to hurt their owner like that. She didn’t know if she had the heart to give them to the humane society.
Frowning, Troy hugged her close. “I’m sorry they were...no, I was so rough. I didn’t understand where you were coming from. I shouldn’t have, but I just lost it when I thought I was losing you. You’re the most important person in the world to me. “ He sighed as he thought about who might have been the most important person in the world to his mom. “I’ve been worrying...what are we going to do about Dad?”
That was the million dollar question. Right now she didn't know the true answer, but she knew what she was going to tell Troy. "We tell him the truth once he gets back. That we love each other, and if he can't accept it, then we will have to go out on our own. That's all we can do, and hopefully he’ll understand, and is on board with everything. Then, I can have both men in my life." She smiled wide, kissing him again. "Now, I have to use the ladies room. You can join me if you want, I would understand if you still didn't trust me."
“No! No, I trust you, Mom. Do what you need to do...I’ll go make some food for dinner,” he said, since they slept the day away. In reality, he didn’t want food. All he could think about was finally making love to her, but he wasn’t sure if half a day was enough healing time. It was hard for him to hold back but he loved her—and more importantly, she loved him—so he didn’t want to rush things. He wanted them to come naturally. It would be worth the wait.
He got out of his mom and dad’s bed and went to his room, getting dressed, before heading downstairs.
Troy scowled at the dogs—his mom hated them, he could feel the same emotion rising in him—and let them outside, locking them out and closing the blinds to the backyard so his mom wouldn’t have to see them. He took things a bit further and moved their beds, water bowl and food dishes outside. It looked like the dogs didn’t even live there anymore.
Setting about making pasta, something easy and quick that his mom likes, Troy daydreams about all of the stuff that they can get up to before his dad gets home. It also gives him plenty of time to think about what Jack might say—his mom had sounded like she wanted ‘both of her men in her life’ and it made something ugly flare up inside Troy. He never wants Jack to touch Regina again. The more he thinks about it, the more he doesn’t want Jack in Regina’s life at all.
Before all of this, Troy and his dad had a pretty good relationship. They loved each other, even though they didn’t have a ton in common. Now, just like with the dogs, Troy’s previous relationship with Jack is crumbling, without his dad even being aware that it’s happening.
Regina heads into her bathroom, thinking about her plans. The most likely place he hid the phones would be his room, although there was no guarantee that they were there. As she undressed and sat on the toilet, she thought about ways she could convince Troy to let her spend time unsupervised. It wasn't likely that he would let her stay alone for long, and she didn't want to risk getting caught yet, so she ruled out a search right now.
Maybe she could convince him to make a grocery trip while she was still too weak to go? He'd have to take the phones with him, sure, and he'd probably handcuff her, but she could hide a hairpin on herself and possibly pick the lock while he was gone. She could then run to a neighbor's house and use their phone. It was risky, and he'd need some convincing to get him to relax his guard to the point where he'd only cuff her to something to keep her there, not to pin her down. That way she'd possibly have enough room to move to pick the locks.
This was her best plan right now, but she was unsure how to hide a hairpin from him. In her mouth was risky, though if she hid it in her cheek she could use her tongue to keep his tongue away. Maybe it would be better to hide hairpins throughout the house. Then, if she was cuffed, there was a chance she could grab one with her feet. That had the benefit of being able to play dumb if he found one, she was always loosing pins. Her mind decided, she grabbed some hairpins, hiding them in her bathroom first before finishing up and moving to her room. She hid them around where it could make sense if they were discovered, but were still within reach if she were handcuffed to the bed or the dresser.
That was all she risked for now, though she did put her hair in a bun with her last hairpin. If she could get Troy to ignore that, then she would be set if he ever cuffed her again. She was certain he didn't know she knew how to pick cuffs, it was a relic from her party years. Regina changed for dinner, wearing her robe with nothing underneath. She walked down the stairs, putting a sultry sway to her step. She was immensely pleased to see the dogs out back, and she turned to Troy, "Thank you honey. You're so considerate for putting the dogs out back for us. Now we can spend time in our house in peace. Dinner smells great by the way!"
Troy beams at her when she says everything smells great, then does a double-take. Regina looks jaw-droppingly gorgeous in her slinky gown, the fabric highlighting her curves just right. He can tell from a glance that she’s not wearing a bra, the shape of her breasts is natural and the weight of them swaying ever so slightly as she sauntered down the stairs. “Y-You look beautiful, Mom.” His mouth is dry as he looks at her, cock stirring. “Why don’t you sit down? I’ll bring it to you.” The table is already set using the nice dishes and he has some wine poured for her.
She puts her best smile on, "Actually, I was hoping to sit in my big man's lap for dinner tonight." She walked up to him, keeping that sway on her hips. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she kissed him deeply, tongue wrestling with his. Finally she breaks the kiss, "I just feel so vulnerable right now, it's getting close to the time when the dogs did their thing. I want to feel safe. Can you help me feel safe honey?"
Troy’s chest puffed up with pride as she kissed him and asked for his protection. He sat down and pulled his mom onto his lap, hard cock unavoidably poking her bottom. “I want to sell them. We don’t need those dogs around after what they did to you.” He conveniently forgot his part in their assault of her. “I won’t let them anywhere near you ever again.”
She smiled sweetly, adjusting her hips so that his cock fit more comfortably between her legs. Her efforts were paying off, he was becoming dedicated to making her happy. Soon, he would let his guard down and slip up, though she couldn't drop her act for a second.
"Oh honey! You'd do that for me?" She turned in his lap, planting another kiss on his lips. "You're the best, and this dinner looks fantastic!" She leaned forward, slowly getting a bite of pasta on her fork and then eating it as seductively as she could. She leaned back against his chest, "Mmmm, delicious."
“Of course I would. You mean more to me than any dumb dog.” Watching Regina was addictive. Fucking her last night had been nothing. She was making it clear to him what the difference between having her willingly and unwillingly was, and he never wanted to make her do anything again, not when she did stuff like nestle his cock between her thighs and kiss him during dinner. His cock throbbed as he watched her. Eventually he swallowed thickly as he remembered that he should be eating too, taking one bite after the other until his plate was gone.
The hand that had been holding the fork slipped down to Regina’s lap, sliding its way through the opening in her bathrobe so that his fingers came to rest on her cunt. “How are you feeling?” He asked, trying to seem like he cared about if she was sore, but his teenage mind was focused on one thing: Getting in his mom’s cunt.
Regina paused in thought. Honestly, she probably could handle his cock. She had become wet from rubbing against him, and while she would hate it deep down, she was in survival mode, and she could rationalize away anything. Still, the specter of pregnancy loomed, and she hadn't gotten the pill yet. She rubbed her ass against him, "My pussy and my mouth are still sore, but the dogs never used my ass." She fluttered her eyes at him, this would also help him trust because it had been the suggestion of anal last time that had led to her final betrayal.
He sucked in breath a little, surprised at how much she wanted him. “You’re just a little sex kitten, aren’t you? You can’t use your pussy so you’ll use a different hole, huh?” He moved his fingers around, pushing on her labia, biting his lip as he felt that she was wet. That went more toward him trusting her than anything else. She can’t fake being wet for him like that. His index finger skates along her slippery, swollen cunt and he groans before moving it up to her lips and pressing it to her mouth. “You want my dick bad, don’t you, Mom? he asks, standing up and slowly sliding her off of his lap, pushing the plates aside and bending her over the table, rubbing his dick up against her silk covered ass.
Her skin crawled, but she let Troy put his finger in her mouth. She sucked on it, looking him in the eyes. She rubbed back at his huge cock, nodding her head, using his finger as an excuse to not talk. She slowly separated herself from the situation, letting her body move on its own. With it just being the two of them, she could pretend that this was sex between a man and a woman, distancing herself from reality. Her heart rate sped up, her cheeks becoming flush from excitement. But it wasn’t her anymore, it wasn’t Regina rubbing against Troy. It was just a man and woman, having fun at the dinner table.
Troy hiked up the bottom of her bathrobe, sliding his hand on the smooth skin of her ass underneath it. Her body was fantastic—and it was his to do with what he wanted. His other hand came down to her other cheek, pulling them apart. He kissed the back of her neck then all the way down her spine, until his face was level with her asshole. Leaning in, he lapped at her hole, licking her firmly to soften the external muscles of her sphincter with a wide tongue. The elasticity and warmth of her body excited him, so he pointed his tongue and wriggled it inside her ass, massaging both of her round cheeks as he did so.
A part of Regina knew that his saliva wouldn’t be enough lubrication to stop this from being painful, but the woman on the table no longer cared. She wanted that nice, thick cock inside of her, and she moaned loud as Troy ate her out. His hands felt great on the woman's cheeks, the mature woman appreciating the youthful strength of her partner. She trembled under his tongue, arching her back as he worked.
Troy licked and licked and licked at her until he couldn't stand it anymore. He was dizzy with the feeling of her hole softening to accept his cock and going crazy at the sound of her slutty moans. He stood up and smacked her ass, the sound of the slap and feel of her ass jiggling under his hand the last straw. He lined up his fat cockhead to her hole and pushed in, going slow to accommodate for how tight she was. He wanted her to feel good.
He reached around her with one hand, playing with her stiff little clit, trying to bring her arousal up as high as his was.
She made a high pitched whine when she felt his thick cock start to stretch her out. Despite his efforts, it was still painful, but she took it because she knew it would feel good soon. Her clit being played with helped, the pleasure taking the edge off of the pain. She grabbed her cheeks, spreading them to help him sink his cock deeper, and letting him use his hands for other things.
He really pumped into her, stopping every once in a while to lean forward and drizzle spit onto his shaft if it felt like there was too much drag. His mom being such a willing and happy participant already had him near the edge, so it was embarrassing that he didn’t even last for three minutes until he was grunting and grinding against her, filling her up with his cum. “Fuck...Mom. What do you want? Do you want me to keep doing this with your clit? Or do you want me to eat you out? I wanna make you feel as good as I do.”
It had only just started feeling really good, and she was actually disappointed when he came. She was panting from arousal, and she thrusted back into him, trying to get more of his cock. She needed cock in her, his hands and tongue wouldn't do it. "Please, don't stop fucking me. I need your cock, it feels so amazing."
Her begging him like a cockhungry slut was all he needed to stay hard. This entire experience had been so thrilling that he hadn’t been getting soft the way he usually did after a half-hearted wank, and he was glad for that now so he could fulfill his Mom’s desires.
The way he moved was intentional at first, a little less rough, but Regina relentlessly pushed her booty into him and it revived his passion. Soon, she was getting railed with tooth-rattling enthusiasm, getting exactly what she’d asked for. “Take it,” he grit out, “This is what you were made for. Fuck, your ass is perfect. Work your body,” he bit back his tongue, wanting to call her a slut but unable to disrespect his mom in that way.
She cried out in excitement as he started thrusting again. She'd been worried he would throw in the towel, that she'd have to look elsewhere for cock. That was how she used to be, during her party days. The old her was resurfacing, the girl that had been created from her uncle’s machinations. She was a good girl, one who just wanted to get fucked. Her uncle had been a monster, one who would hurt her if she ever did anything that could be perceived as a slight, so she'd been forced to change, to become his perfect little girl to survive.
She wondered what had happened to her, why she stopped being this girl who knew her place beneath a man. That was when she remembered, it was Jack. Jack, a good man who saw the real her beneath the slut she had become, who had changed her back into Regina, turning her into a proper woman. But right now, there was no room for a proper woman, not while she was on this table with her own son's cock pounding deliciously into her ass.
That part of her, the long buried part that had resurfaced to help her survive, loved this. She had been a slut in her high school and college years, getting cock at least once a week. Her appetite had had to be insatiable, in order to always satisfy her sadist uncle, and it was coming back now as she desperately thrust her hips against Troy. "Oh yes! Fuck your little slut! Pound my ass raw!"
Holy shit! Troy’s rhythm in fucking her stuttered when she started begging for it, degrading herself in the process. Then he redoubled his effort, fucking into her harder than he’d ever fucked anything before. He was fit, but sweat was pouring off of him and he was breathing heavily. He grabbed her hips and let loose, loud slaps of their skin meeting reverberating in the high-ceilinged room. The way she talked about herself was like an embossed invitation for him to do the same, and he took it. “Come on you disgusting cumrag! Work that ass like you mean it or I’ll leave you empty and crying!” He slapped her bouncing ass hard enough to leave a raised outline of his hand, “Cum is only for desperate whores who beg for it!”
She knew these words, and knew their true meaning. They sounded like he was about to leave in disappointment, but really they meant he was loving it. She'd heard words like these a million times before, and they spurred her along, meeting his powerful hips thrust for thrust. "Fuck, please fill me with your cum! I need it inside me!" His balls slapped against her pussy with every thrust, sending extra little sparks of pleasure to her brain. God, she loved this! Why had she ever abandoned this part of her? Every slap of her ass brought her old self closer to the surface, every word buried Regina further down. All she wanted was to be fucked, to cum hard from the perfect cock inside her.
"Pull my hair! Pin me down and make me take your cock! Cum in me, again and again! I'm so close, please!"
Troy twisted a hand in her hair and yanked her head back, forcing her into a painful arch. He used the leverage from her ponytail to fuck into her, even as he looked down at her and harshly spat in her face. This was everything he’d ever wanted, everything he’d ever wanked to in porn, except she was real. He hammered into her, on the edge again himself so fast he was getting lightheaded. “Fucking cum, you dumb cow!” he yelled, yanking her back by her hair even further, really putting her hard-won yoga flexibility to the test.
The good girl inside her recognized the command, and Regina’s climax crashed over her like a tidal wave. Her body trembled, eyes rolled back in her head, and her ass clamped down hard on the thick cock currently buried deep inside her. The only thing missing was she had nothing to suck on, so she shoved two of her fingers in her mouth, like any good girl would. She moaned in undeniable ecstasy, hips still moving for her man. She wouldn’t stop until he was done or until her body gave out.
Regina’s vaginal walls fluttered and contracted, causing her ass to squeeze Troy’s cock tightly. That, in combination with seeing her desperate to have something in her mouth, made Troy bite back a groan, trying to hold off cumming again so soon. The way his mom worked her hips didn’t give him that luxury, though, forcing him to ejaculate inside of her within only seconds of her own orgasm.
He let go of her hair, pushing her back over the table, and collapsed on top of her like the sweaty brute he was. It took him a while to catch his breath. There was no way she could have faked that, Troy realized with joy. “Fuck, Mom. You’re so sexy...” he complimented her, much nicer now that he'd had his fun.
Mom? Oh right, this was her son she had been fucking. As she came down from her high, Regina slowly forced her way back to the surface. She came back to a nightmare. Regina had thought the ‘old her’ was long dead and buried, that Jack had killed that part of her when he showed her a different path.
Instead, one big cock was all it took for her to lose control. She felt sick suddenly, nausea rising in her throat. When she'd tried to distance herself from the act of fucking, it hadn't been so her old slutty self could take over. God, what would Jack think of her if he knew? Yet even now, with the guilt rising along with the nausea, with her feelings of disgust at herself and at the cock in her ass, there was a small voice in the back of her mind. One that gently whispered more.
She turned to Troy, "H-hey honey. Listen, I'm really tired now, so if you could just let me up, I'll be heading to bed." She was emotionally drained, the worst part of her had resurfaced with a vengeance. She was scared, the old her was up for anything. She had to be careful or her slutty persona would say something Regina would regret.
Troy slowly slid his dick out of her ass, heaving himself off of her with effort. “Sure, Mom, you definitely used up a lot of energy.” He kissed her lightly. “I was gonna say we should go to the grocery after dinner, but maybe I’ll just go while you rest up. Is there anything you want me to get you?”he asked, all concerned.
She weakly smiled at him, hiding her internal conflict, still sprawled out on the table. "Well, I could use the morning after pill, though you'll have to hit the pharmacy to get that. We don't want to risk a baby, that would raise questions." This was her chance to search the house. Her adrenaline was pumping, but she continued to play weak, tired from the rough sex they just had.
“I can pick it up, CVS is right on the corner anyway.” He noticed she hadn’t moved and hid a grin—she must be really fucked out, although of course there was only so much a 42-year-old body could take. He leaned in and picked her up in a bridal carry, effortlessly walking her up the stairs and spreading her out on the bed. He leaned down and kissed her cunt before covering her up. “I’ll be right back, rest up.”
Troy got dressed and padded down the stairs, whistling a little. She could hear him open the garage door, pull the car out, and close the garage door.
Once she heard his car leave the house, she jumped out of bed, adrenaline dulling the pain from her sore body. First, she searched his room. She knew she didn't have long, so she worked fast, praying she would find a phone. She didn't want to risk running down the road to the nearest neighbor, in case he was sitting around the corner watching, testing her loyalty. Suddenly, she finds a bottle of pills, and she recognizes them from her party days. Roofies, he had roofies, why...
That night, the first night where he had cooked for her, she'd gotten mysteriously tired. Now, she knew why. But...this was an opportunity. She pocketed a couple of pills, he had so many there was no way he'd notice. If she couldn't find a phone she could make breakfast, knock him out, and finally get help. The rest of his room came up empty for their phones, so she searched the rest of the house. As she was about to enter the basement, she heard him already pulling back into the garage, so she sprinted up the stairs into her room, hiding the pills in her nightstand.
Troy brought the two bags of groceries in, putting everything away first before walking upstairs to his mom’s room. He entered silently, smiling when he saw her sleeping in bed. “Mom, I got the pill you wanted,” he said quietly, rubbing her back to wake her up after taking the tablet out of the packaging.
She pretended to wake up, twisting around sleepily to face him. She took the pill from him gingerly and swallowed it down. "Thank you honey. You're the best." The tiny voice in her head was getting worked up again at his touch, but Regina shoved it back down. She was afraid to risk anything more, she didn't want the slut inside to grow stronger. "Alright Troy, I'm just going to go back to sleep. I'll make us breakfast in the morning, so I can treat my man for taking such good care of me."
He kissed her cheek. "Ok, Mom. I'm not tired yet so I'll come up and join you later." Troy left, closing the door softly behind him and walked downstairs, letting the dogs inside for the first time today. Max and Duke thundered inside, running all around the house sniffing. Max whined outside the main suite, pawing at the door for a second before getting called downstairs by Troy so they'd leave his mom the fuck alone.
Troy decided to game a little, going to the basement with the dogs. It was hard to focus with the memory of what happened on that weight bench in the forefront of his mind. Part of him was furious, the other part of him was still incredibly turned on. Potentially the hottest part was if he told his mom to get down on all fours right now, he thought she would, even though he knew she didn’t want the dogs to fuck her again. The idea has him languidly palming himself while he reminisced about the events of the last two days.
Pulling out his phone, Troy thumbed to Brent's number and pressed 'send.' His best friend, the star wide receiver from their football team, answered after five rings. Thank god.
"Hey, buddy, how's it goin'?" Brent answered.
"Hey, man." Shit. Now that he was talking to his friend, calling him seemed dumb. He just needed some input. "It's going okay...hey, listen. I have a situation and I want to know what you would do." Brent was always talking up what a player he was, and Troy knew he was into some fucked up stuff since they'd talked about it--a lot. Brent had had a crush on Regina probably even longer than Troy had, and knew Troy thought his own mom was hot.
"Shoot," his friend said distractedly. Troy could just imagine him half-paying attention and half watching the game.
"Uh---" Troy couldn’t say it. He thought he could but he couldn’t. He couldn’t tell Brent about his mom, but at least he could still get some advice. "So...hear me out. If I convinced a girl to fuck my dogs and now she doesn't ever want to see them again...should I get rid of them?"
There was a hearty laugh on the other end of the line, "No fuckin' way! You did not get a girl to actually fuck your dogs! Who was it? I bet it was Ruby, she's such a little slut." Brent got hard just thinking about some dogs fucking that cute little red-head. He was super jealous that Troy managed to snag a kinky girl, and his brain whirled with the possibilities. A chick willing to bang two dogs probably would be down to play with multiple guys too.
"Uh...I mean. I promised I wouldn't say anything. So I can't tell you who it is, but she's the hottest piece of ass I've ever had. But the dogs were..uh...a little rough on her. One knotted her pussy and the other one knotted her mouth at the same time. I think she...kinda had trouble breathing? So anyway...I mean..what would you do?? I almost want to make her fuck them again just to show her I can...but she's so hot and willing to do other stuff I don't want to fuck this up, you know?"
"Dude, I don't think you understand the goldmine you are sitting on. A girl willing to fuck and suck a dog is willing to do anything with a little persuasion. If you don't feel comfortable being so direct, I'd be happy to take a crack at her myself. Personally, if I was in your shoes, I'd have her worship me, have her crawling around the house naked like the bitch she was. She's a dog fucker, not a classy dame. Doesn't matter how hot she is, a slut is a slut."
"Oh fuck," Troy said, swallowing thickly at the mental image. "Check this out." He thumbed through his phone and found a picture that he took that was a closeup of her ass and pussy stretched around him and the dog at the same time.
"Look. Just trust me...there's like two sides to her. One side is a total slut. The other is the sweetest, most loving woman I know. She's a little older, so she's nothing like the whores in school. But....maybe you're right. Maybe I should be a little harsher with her..." The idea made him hard while at the same time it made him want to curl up and die, thinking about her not loving him because he was too mean. "Look, I'm not going to share her with you just yet," he said ‘yet’ because otherwise he knew Brent wouldn’t let it go. "But maybe later. Okay, I've got to go...I'll let you know how it goes."
"Okay, but you know I can't not share this. Holy shit, that's fucking hot! Dude, the guys are gonna flip when they see this, though I gotta say I'm hurt you would share her with a dog before your own best friend. And she's older huh? Wait, is it Mrs. Kender? I always thought she was a slut, she always seemed really into her sex-ed lessons."
"Fuck off, Brent--you show anyone and I'll never let you in her. Seriously, don't fucking show the guys. And no, it's not Mrs. Kender, although I bet she's a dirty bitch in the sheets. You should try for her." He laughed, "And you're forgetting, dogs are man's best friend," Brent could probably hear his shit-eating grin.
"Yeah, but don't forget we are also a team. That's deeper than any friendship, we're basically family. I'll hold off sharing for now, but you know the team could use a good no-limits slut before games. And Coach got tired of that little slut in economics, I forget her name. I'm sure he'd love some experienced pussy for a change."
"Yeah, yeah, okay. Keep it quiet for now and we'll talk before we tell the team. You won't want to miss her though. Bye, Asshole," Troy hung up and threw his phone on the couch. Talking to Brent made him so much hornier thinking of all the fun he could get up to with his Mom… but he definitely didn’t want to share her with Brent, much less the team. He probably shouldn't have blabbed.
Reaching down he jacked his cock a few times before rearranging himself. But why should he have to deal with being so hard when his Mom was upstairs?? He got up and walked quietly upstairs, opening his Mom's door silently. He saw she was sleeping and decided to leave her that way. He crawled under the covers carefully, stopping only to start licking at her cunt, softly, trying to wake her with her own arousal.
Regina was dreaming, the monster from before had come back. She recognized it even though she had no memory of it, knowing that this wasn't her first encounter with the beast. Yet this time, she wasn't in control of her own body. Someone else had control, someone who spread her legs, someone who put a slutty smile on her face as the monster started licking. In the real world, she unconsciously spread her legs, moaning softly in her sleep.
Troy was continually surprised by how slutty his mom really was. She was sleeping and she wanted him so bad that she was displaying herself and slicking up after no time at all. Troy dug in, lapping at her and working a finger into her snatch, giving her slow, deliberate pistons while he sucked on her clit.
The monster knew just how to please her, and Regina despaired as the slut just let this happen. She was supposed to stay loyal to Jack, not spread her legs for this thing. Regina found her protests getting more and more quiet as the moans from her body became louder and louder. In the dream, she was terrified, scared that she was losing herself, that she had no way to fight against this slut that was taking control.
Suddenly, she awoke, but it wasn't Regina that was in control. The slut inside her had control. She looked down, smiling at Troy's shape under the covers. She played coy at first, "Well, well, who has crawled into my bed like this? Whoever it could be, they are doing a fantastic job, though I wonder what they will do next to little, vulnerable me?"
To Troy, it didn’t sound like she was too sore anymore. She was practically egging him on. A second finger joined the first. The humid tent made by Troy’s body and the covers was loud with the squelching of her juices as he fingerfucked her. His dick was fighting against his boxer briefs, desperate to come out and play but he ignored it just long enough to insert a third finger, really stretching her out.
She was still a little sore, but that was greatly outweighed by the pleasure of his fingers in her snatch. She rolled her hips against his digits, breathing becoming more intense with her arousal. Part of her loved how horny Troy was. Jack would have cum once and been good for a few days. Meanwhile, their son had already filled her ass twice today and here he was, raring for more.
"Whoever is under these covers, I simply cannot resist your strong advances. It would be dreadful if you took advantage of my submission. If you were to say…throw my legs on your shoulders and really pound into me, I would be helpless to stop you."
Her ‘innocent’ way of telling him what he was already going to do would grind on him if he weren’t so excited to do it. He didn’t wait a second more before knee-walking up to her and forcing her cunt to take his giant cock. He slammed home in one go, the covers slipping down his back as he drilled her. “You just open your legs for anyone or anything, don’t you?” he asked, slightly breathless already from the effort he was putting into fucking her.
She faked being surprised as he ruthlessly thrust into her. "Troy! I didn't know that was you." She grinned, loving the feeling of being stretched by his cock. Troy was far more aggressive than Jack, Troy always took what he wanted. Exactly what she loved in a man. "I can't resist a strong, virile man like you. When a man wants what they want, there is no way for me to fight back. It's better to be a good girl, and do what I was born to do."
“Fuck yeah it is, you’re a very…good…girl,” he grit out, thrusting into her welcoming, velvety pussy harder with each word.His ego was inflating beyond what any man’s should, loving how she talked about how virile he was. That got him thinking about how he rolled the dice and gave her an aspirin instead of the morning after pill today—they’ll soon find out just how potent his seed was. “Work your pussy, bitch!”
She knew just how to rock his world. He’d never be able to fuck those teenage bitches again after she got done with him. She relaxed her pussy when he thrust in, letting him slide balls-deep every thrust, then clenched her muscles onto his cock, tightening every time he attempted to pull out. It was like her pussy was trying to milk him for his cum. She rolled her hips in time with his thrusts, making him touch different parts of her pussy every time. She grabbed his strong hands, bringing one to her breast and one to her mouth, taking one of his fingers into her mouth.
Troy had never had sex with anyone this enthusiastic before. They’d either been virgins or had to be convinced to participate or both. Having a grown woman who knew what she was doing with his cock was unbelievable. He bit his lip, trying to think of something unappetizing as she massaged his cock with her walls, humped into his thrusts, and sucked down his finger. Her tit was so plush, he greedily fondled it a little harder than he meant to, trying to stave off cumming just a little while longer.
She winced, still smiling when he groped her breast just a little too hard. She could tell that despite his bravado, he was still inexperienced. He lacked control over himself, clearly trying to think of other things to keep from cumming too quickly rather than just focusing on the sex. Oh well, if he came too soon, she could just fake an orgasm like a good girl. She moaned, getting more into it, "Oh yes, fuck me Troy! Your huge, strong cock is driving me crazy! Fuck me, fuck your mother!"
“WHAT THE FUCK??!?” Brent exclaimed from the bedroom doorway, jaw dropped and eyes almost bugging out of his skull. Troy had heard the dogs barking, but then they’d stopped so he hadn’t really cared. He has more important things to pay attention to. But of course they hadn’t cared when they saw it was Brent coming in—they knew him. He had his own key!
The shock of seeing his best friend there derailed his concentration, causing Troy to nut powerfully into his mom even as he locked eyes with Brent.
The surprise of seeing Brent causes Regina to forget to fake her orgasm, but she grinned hungrily as she realized that maybe she wouldn’t have fake anything soon. She greeted her son's teammate, her voice breathy, "Hey there Brent. Troy and I were just having a little fun before bed. Of course, the night is still young, maybe you'd like to join us?" Deep down, part of her screamed, humiliated at having been caught with her son's cock cumming in her pussy. That voice wasn't in control anymore, and its protests were fully ignored.
“Oh fuck, dude!” Brent said as he immediately stumbled in, trying to take off his pants and walk at the same time. He didn’t even look to Troy to make sure it was okay, which made Troy pretty fucking mad.
Troy pulled his cock—which was finally actually softening—out of his Mom and got off of the bed, shoving at Brent’s chest hard enough to send most normal people sprawling back onto the floor. “Put your dick away, Brent! You aren’t fucking touching her,” he snarled.
Brent got pissed off in return, getting up in Troy's face. He was used to far worse hits on the field, and Troy was strong, but compared to other football players, he was barely above average, roughly on par with Brent himself.
"Excuse me asshole, but I believe she just invited me. She's a grown woman, she can do whoever she wants. And she clearly wants this dick! So back the fuck up and start acting like a team player, asshole!"
“What she wants doesn’t fucking matter! That cunt is mine!” He violently forced Brent back again, growling, “I said get the fuck out of my house!”
Usually, he and Brent got along okay, but there was too much testosterone in the two of them for them not to fight once in a while. They were pretty evenly matched usually but the intense rage boiling just under Troy’s skin gave him an edge.
Considering the odds in his favor because Troy probably just tired himself out on his own mom, Brent refused to back down. The two boys shoved each other, getting up in eachother’s faces. Brent threw the first punch, his confidence making him strike first. Troy blocked it, and soon they were fully brawling in Regina's bedroom.
Regina was still in horny mode, part of her turned on that these two virile, young men were fighting over her cunt. Still, if they beat each other up into a pulp, who would finally bring her to a climax? She knew just how to get their attention, whipping up some quick crocodile tears and yelling at them, "S-stop it! Stop fighting, please!"
Troy looked over at his mom, hearing the upset in her voice and at that exact moment, Brent clocked him hard in the temple. Troy stumbled back, vision blurry for a second, before he saw red, tackling Brent to the ground and punching him repeatedly.
Seeing her current tactic only partly succeeding before being ruined by Brent, she jumped up out of bed, still naked, wrapping her arms around Troy's midsection and trying to pull him up. She ‘cried’ harder, "Stop it!! Stop it now! Both of you!" Brent blocked most of Troy’s blows, his arms up defensively preventing serious damage, but he was unable to fight back while Troy wailed on him.
Troy was dragged out of the haze of fury he was in by his mom cryin. He stood up, getting off of Brent. “I’m sorry, Mom. I’m sorry,” he said sincerely, kissing her cheek. “I didn’t mean to upset you. Look, Brent’s okay. I just got a little carried away. I’m sorry. I just didn’t think you were such a slut, wanting every dick you ever set your eyes on inside of you.” The jealous part of him couldn’t resist adding the jab in there.
Regina kissed Troy passionately, hugging him against her naked body, "Honey, I'm sorry. I just assumed that you had invited him or something. If I had known you would have gotten so upset, I never would have offered him to join."
Brent got to his feet, still looking pissed, but it seemed to be dying down. Neither of them have any serious injuries, just some bruises that'll be sore in the morning.
"Look, I'm sorry man. If our situation was reversed, I'd probably be the same way at first." Brent got a cheeky grin, "Of course, my mom's 300lbs, so I don't see that happening soon."
“Your mom would have to forcibly sit on me to get anywhere near my dick,” Troy joked. Suddenly the anger truly melted away. Their friendship was like this—when they fought it was hard but when it was over, they didn’t hold grudges. “You want her to suck you off? I don’t want you to fuck her but Max was sure enjoying her mouth last night.” It was a peace offering. Troy didn’t love the idea of his mom giving another guy head but he figured it was a good compromise. He was glad that his mom only said she wanted it because she thought Troy wanted her to—it made him feel desired and powerful. He needed to be in control.
Brent grinned, "Fuck yes man." He stripped nude in seconds, matching the others in the room.
Regina tried to smile, though inside she was disappointed. She really wanted to get Brent in her pussy. Her climax had died away, it was going to take some effort to get her to the edge again.
"If it's alright with you Troy, can you play with my pussy while Brent fucks my throat?"
Troy’d been about to answer in the affirmative when he heard Duke padding up the stairs. “Nah, I don’t feel like it,” he lied, trying to regain some control from her. “But he will.” Troy whistled for Duke. The fawn Great Dane trotted into the room, his tail giving a sweeping wag.
“Don’t worry, Mom, he’s just going to eat you out. You’ll love it like the hopeless slut you are.” He also knew that seeing his mom getting licked out by a dog would really rev Brent up.
For the first time, the slutty facade faltered when Duke walked into that room. The color drained from her cheeks, and Regina found herself finally aware that she was standing naked between her equally nude son and his friend. But, as much as that and the dog horrified her, the slutty part of her didn’t want to stop. She was still wet, still desperate for that orgasm she’d missed out on. Regina found herself torn between the two parts of herself, hesitating in front of the three males in the room.
Brent had had enough waiting. Regina looked like she might be changing her mind. Fuck all if he’d let that happen! Brett shoved her on the bed, so she landed on her back across the width of the mattress. Walking around to her head, he slapped her in the face with his cock.
“You heard your Master, didn’t you. Open your throat and spread those legs, don’t look at me like you don’t know what you’re made for!”
Troy didn’t love how Brent was talking to his mom, but he did think it was really hot. Troy started fondling his dick, not jacking because he wasn’t sure he could get hard again that fast.
Brent’s massive manhood slapping her in the face tipped the scales, and the slut won out. A smile spread across her face, eyes filling with lust once again. She opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue which Brent hit a few times with his cock before ramming into her eager throat. Her legs spread in invitation to Duke, submitting to the dog’s tongue, though her eyes kept looking purposefully at Troy and his own cock. Duke strode up, sticking his muzzle right into her crotch and licking at her slit with excitement. Inside, Regina cried as the slut just let herself be taken like this.
Troy approached the side of the bed and reaching out, grabbing Regina’s hand and wrapping it around his shaft. “If you want this cock again you’re gonna have to try harder,” he said, letting her go to touch him as she pleased.
Duke’s tongue was so eager that he easily got his tongue between her labia, licking the sensitive mucosa there relentlessly with his rough tongue. Duke’s lipstick was poking out of his sheath, showing exactly how excited he was.
She worked Troy’s cock eagerly, hoping to get him hard fast enough to play with both men at the same time. She loved how rough and aggressive Duke was with her. Technically, the ‘good’ Regina had been in control when the dogs fucked her earlier, so the slutty Regina had never known the pleasure of being a true bitch.
This was also the slutty Regina's first time with multiple males, a fact that was really getting her riled up. Her uncle had been selfish, and when she left for college, the men she had slept with were the same. She pulled Brent's cock from her mouth, working it with a hand while turning her head and taking Troy's cock on her tongue. She was trying to pull them closer together, hoping to get two hard cocks in her mouth at the same time for the first time.
Troy and Brent understood what Regina was doing and almost instantly aligned themselves so that it was easier for Regina to try and open her mouth wide enough to take them both in. The first time she did it, the best friends high-five each other as they watch her desperately try to fit them both as Duke continued to lick her out. The dog pressed his nose into her clit hard, so that he could shove his tongue as far inside of her as possible, eating her out with the single-mindedness of a simple animal.
Brent reached down to the back of Regina’s head and forced her head down on their cocks. “Play with our balls while you suck us, you disgusting doggy slut,” he ordered.
Her mouth stretched over the cocks, just barely able to fit both in. They caused her to drool all over them and herself, and as they fucked her face she brought her hands to their balls, rubbing them with practicedly. Between the hard cocks in her mouth and Duke's tongue, she was desperate for a cock in her pussy. She shifted her body forward on the bed until her hips were on the edge, spreading her legs in front of the Great Dane. Both men watched in amazement as Duke caught on, heaving his front half onto the bed with them and poking between her legs with his huge shaft.
Troy laughed. “Well, I guess I made the right decision in keeping the dogs, then! If I’d known you were just going to spread your legs for him again I wouldn’t have even had to have a crisis and call Brent in the first place.” He looked up at his ‘brother’ as his mother tried desperately to gag them both down, her slobber slicking their dicks up.
Like they are thinking the same thing, Troy pulled out so only his cockhead was still in her mouth. At the same time, Brent fucked forward brutally, forcing his cock down Regina’s throat at the very instant Duke fucked up into her, compressing her between them.
Duke screwed her with abandon, seeming to enjoy this position a little better—probably because the bed was a little higher than the weight bench and he was a big dog. He rabbited his pelvis, dick going in and out of her with no regard for Regina’s pleasure. Duke was only chasing one thing—his own satisfaction.
She moaned around Brent's cock, which wasn’t quite as impressive as Troy's, though still great. Duke was using her like the breeding bitch she was always meant to be before her husband had changed her. She wrapped her legs around Duke, pulling him in even as he stretched her painfully. She was still sore from the last time Duke fucked her, but the slut in her loved the feelings of pain and pleasure together.
Her hand worked Troy's cock while Brent fucked her throat, stroking his shaft and occasionally rubbing his balls. Her free hand groped one of her own breasts, tweaking a nipple. She was on the verge of cumming, surrounded by all this masculinity and excited to be bred by a true animal.
Brent reached out and slapped her hand away from her tits. “Did your masters say you could touch yourself, you dumb cow?”
Troy didn’t really want anyone talking to his mom like that, but it was hard to see the wanton sex kitten on the bed as his mom, and therefore he liked how Brent was talking to her. Brent kept fucking her head but reached down with the hand not in her hair and grabbed a huge handful of boob, then squeezed down with all his might and twisted it.
Troy pulled his cock out of his Mom’s mouth as she cried out and slapped her with it. He stripped his cock desperately and shot cum all over Regina’s face.
Internally, the good girl sighed sadly. Brent was clearly one of those types, super controlling and hurtful just to be mean. She winced around his cock, moaning in pain, but she never pulled back from his cock. She was a good girl, she always got the job done. Her smile returned as Troy covered her face with his seed. The slut version of Regina had never considered fooling around with her child growing up. Children had been far from her mind during her youth. Fucking Troy was sinfully delightful, and his cum sent her over the edge, her body trembling in orgasm.
“God, she’s well-trained, isn’t she. Grade A..prime..slut..material!” Brent slapped her face with every word for emphasis, finally spewing his cum directly into her gullet on the last thrust. He grabbed her neck as his dick pulses, feeling how his cock fills it out.
Troy grinned at his mom as she smiles up at him with his friend’s cock in her mouth, hand on her throat, and cum all over her face. She looking messy and satisfied as she came down off of her orgasm.
After the pulses of her pussy stop, Duke leapt off of her, his cock flopping out of her pussy and draining his semen all over the floor—apparently he had knotted air on accident. He lifted a leg up while still standing and curled around, licking at his own cock.
Regina suckled on Brent's cock, drinking the last of his cum down. Finally, Brent pulled back, his shaft still sensitive. She grinned, laying back on the bed, feeling supremely satisfied with her orgasm. She knew the good Regina would try to work her way back out, but for now, as long as she basked in the glow of sex, the slut maintained control.
She let out a satisfied sigh, "That was amazing, you men sure know how to treat a lady. We'll have to do this again sometime."
Brent and Troy shared a significant look. “Definitely,” Brent confirmed. “Hey, how would you feel about servicing the entire football team? I bet you’d love drowning in their cum, right, whore?”
Regina rolled onto her stomach, idly swishing her legs in the air. She seemed to really ponder his suggestion, while inside the slut grew stronger with the idea of such a huge gangbang. "I don't know, that is a lot of men to share me with. And Troy is my main man now, I would never do anything without asking him first. So, what do you think Troy? Would you like to see me get dominated by the team? To be covered in their cum, a cock or two in every hole?"
Troy made a face, but he secretly loved how his mom turned to him for permission. It didn’t even sound like she really wanted to. “I didn’t even want to share you with Brent, I sure as fuck don’t want the team anywhere near you. I’m going to walk Brent out and then come back to you. Just wait here, Mom.”
Brent rolled his eyes at Troy but followed him out, it was getting late anyway and he only told his family he’d be out for about thirty minutes. It was already well past that.
“Don’t tell the team,” Troy ordered.
“Fat chance,” Brent replied, not about to let this opportunity go.
“If you don’t tell the team, I’ll let you get a blowjob anytime you want. If you tell the team, I’ll move her someplace else and you’ll never see her again. It’s your decision.”
Brent groaned. “God, you’re such a selfish asshole. FINE, I won’t tell them. But I’m coming over tomorrow. And the day after that. And the day after that.”
Troy and Brent said their goodbyes and Troy walked back upstairs, stopping in the restroom to wet a cloth with warm water, then sitting on the bed next to Regina and gently wiping off her face. “Mom, you did such a good job. I really love your adventurous spirit.”
She cuddled against his hand, still naked on the bed. While Troy had been downstairs, she had been struggling inside. The good side of her was being beaten down, her resistance weakening from all the sex. Meanwhile, her slutty side grew in strength and desires, having been pent up for years. She'd secretly hoped to be shared by the team, and maybe the coach too, he was handsome for his age.
"I love you, baby. I belong to you now, body and soul. I want you to be satisfied, to be happy. The old me who was scared of being happy is going away, the real me is here to stay and I love serving you." She leaned up and drew Troy into a loving kiss, one hand snaking down to his limp cock, attempting to jack it to life. “Are you ready for another round?”