Yes, I'm Mike's daddy. William. I just turned 39, my son Mike is 16 and I am writing this because he has allowed me to. I have a good business thats doing well. I have been divorced from Mike's mom for six years now. We divorced when Mike was 10 and I remember him being a rather nice young boy. That all changed when he hit his teenage years. He is into something called Goth or Punk and his friends all called him "Jet."
I suppose all men know and fear that some day their sons will become independent and they'll no longer have any control over them. The sons will become the young lions that make their own rules. This was the case for me when Mike turned 16. I didn't have much parental control over him for the last six years. He was with his mother and his step father who I don't think did a very good job. I only got to see him two weekends a month.
Every thing was going along fine until one weekend Mike discovered my well hidden secrete. He found my concealed closet of private things and a lot of photos. You see, I'm a cross dresser and have been for most of my life. I began in high school dressing in my sisters clothes. I continued ever since even my ex wife didn't know about it. I use to dress up in her clothes also she was close to my size and everything fit very nicely.
I was reading an article the other day about cross dressing and they said it seems that cross dressing is one of the fastest growing social phenomena in the western world. They claim that fifty per cent of men, at one time or another, have dressed in women's clothes. However due to social stigma, men are very secretive about their habits. I guess so, many men have been destroyed after being discovered.
I even knew several other men in the area that were transvestites or cross dressers just like me. I kept everything in my secrete closet. Body stockings fine black mesh not so much the fishnet. I did have some with the open crotch. I also had many thigh high stockings as well as a some garter belts and stockings. I also had about two dozen gaffs of various colors.
I'm only 5' 8" tall, I wear mans shoe size 9. I liked a 3" wide pump I had some with and without straps in many colors. I also had flats, some open toed wedges as well but no boots, I didn't really look good in boots.
I had all my dresses in there. I look good in dresses that fall like at the knee or a bit lower. I don't look good in short skirts. I look very nice in gowns that fall to the ankle or just above. I like blouses with the plunging neck line they look good on me. I never really needed any foundations. I stay healthy and exercise regularly. I do use the breast form bras because I like how they show the nipples through the bra.
I also had all my wigs in there. I always look better in the longer hair styles, shoulder length or longer. I have three very nice wigs, the Amanda, Alysa and the Dixie. They are in colors of sandy and light brown to dark brown. I tried blonde wigs and red hair ones but the darker colors always seemed to fit my face and my makeup better. He also found my makeup case which had all my nails. I am very good applying the false ones both on my fingers and my toes.
He immediately realized how bad this was for me and how good this was for him. Something I never even thought about. My son flopped across my bed.
"So, dad. Whatta ya look like all dressed up?"
"Look, Mike. It's something I can't explain to you. It's something I love to do. I've done it for years. Let's just forget it, ok?"
My son laughed out loud. "I don't think so, dad. You know how bad this is if everyone knew?"
I didn't like where he was going with that. "Please, Mike. This is something very private. Please forget about it."
"Can't. It's too good." He laughed. "I have to meet some friends at the mall. I'll be back in a couple hours. Make sure you're all dressed up when I get back!"
The slamming of the front door was like the sound of a cell door, it was final and I was all alone. All I could think of was how horrible it would be if people knew about me. I stripped my clothes off, stepped in the shower with my razor. I dried myself in front of the closet door mirrors. I was not a greatly endowed man. My penis, rock hard was all of about close to five inches. My testicles were about the size of a couple of small walnuts.
The did fit nicely in my lace panties with gaff. I slipped on my some thigh high black lace stockings and my formed bra. I put on a black halter dress along with low heel black pumps with straps. I attached my Amanda wig, applied makeup, lipstick and nails. My toe nails I had already painted yesterday. I finished my eye liner and my lashes, plucking a few brow hairs away.
I stood in front of the mirror, rubbing my hands up and down my voluptuous form. I was really pleased with those last dresses I had bought on line. They were very form fitting. Now all I to do was wait for Mike to return. I was a bit uneasy waiting for my son to see me in full drag. I was in the kitchen when the front door opened. It was Mike back from the mall.
Mike stopped short. "Wow! You're one hot looking bitch!"
I suppose my first reaction should have been one of anger for calling me a bitch. However, I was actually flattered that he thought I was so attractive. Cross dressers always politely tell each other how nice they look. I never really had an outside opinion until now. It was embarrassing that my son was the one to tell me.
"Lift up your dress. Let me see how you look."
I smiled at him. "I dressed up like you asked. This is what I look like. Can we leave it at that?"
"Pat attention! I said lift your dress!"
There was a sternness in his voice that actually sent a chill through me. I took hold of my dress and lifted it up to my waist.
Mike smiles, "nice lace panties. I don't even see a bulge. Pull your panties down! Let me see if you have a cock."
I slipped my fingers under the elastic and pulled them down. I really didn't want to look him in the eyes. I was to ashamed to have to show my teenage son my shaved penis. He walked up to me, his hand grasped my testicles. His quick grip startled me and I gasped.
He laughed at my reaction. "I Guess you could say I got you by the balls!"
"Mike, please. This is not funny."
His voice quickly changed. "Put your hands behind your back. Keep'em there!"
He fondled my balls and rubbed my cock.
"You're not as big as I thought you'd be, daddy. About a five inches. Nice little helmet head. I was like this when I was about twelve."
He slid his hand between the crack of my ass. "What should we call you? Bill is your name. Short for William. I think you should be called Willow. And from now on you will call me JET!""
I didn't say a word, I didn't even make eye contact. The most shameful part of all was the fact my son was getting me hard.
"That's right, Willow. Let your cock swell up. Nice little tight bundle."
He reached around with his other hand and slapped my ass.
"There's some things a daddy should show his son. Like how to wank! Hold up your dress and show me how you spank the monkey!"
I didn't think it could have been more humiliating, but it was. Standing in the kitchen masturbating in front of my son and completely aroused at doing it. I felt like a common bar slut, preforming for cheap drinks. I wish I could explain the orgasm, but I couldn't. I moaned and groaned and bucked my hips as my son Mike clapped.
"Com'on Willow. Milk the snake!"
Completely humiliated, I sat down in a chair with my head down. I could feel Mike looking down at me.
"Wipe your dick off! Wash your hands! I'm hungry. Fix me something to eat."
Mike strolled into the family room and turned on stereo. I cooked a dinner while Mike listened to his obscene music on the radio. The lyrics were like nothing I ever heard before.
They were singing, "getting your pussy wet. Make your pussy sweat. Finger your pussy let me see you drip. Beat your pussy till it ache"
I didn't know how they could get away with saying stuff like that on the radio.
"The dinner is ready!" I shouted above the music.
"What's the two plates for?"
"One for you and one for me." I replied.
Mike shook his head, taking my plate away. "Serve up my dinner. Then crawl under the table and eat my cum!"
He took two of my pictures from his pocket and tossed them on the table. I got on my knees and crawled under the table. Mike had removed his pants and was sitting with his legs wide open. His huge teenage erection staring me in the face. It was was much bigger than mine by at least two inches.
"Lick my balls first. That always feels good. You better swallow every drop of my cum! You'll learn to be an obedient Daddy."
I knew one thing would lead to another. I was thinking how long before he was going to actually fuck me. I was grateful he waited until the next weekend.
"Pull your skirt up! Bend over the couch." He slapped my ass hard. "Spread your legs!"
With an attitude I would expect from a horny teenager.
As the months passed, my son turned 17. I finally surrendered to his control, because he held all the cards. There was nothing I could do. Unless I wanted to confess to the world I was a cross dresser and I had sex with other cross dressers. That would be like pulling the trigger. My secrete remains hidden at the price of being an obedient daddy as my son says. I also conceded to being called Willow.
On the other hand, I'm happy because I get to spend a lot of time with Mike or Jet as I should call him. It may not be your normal father and son relationship, but it's certainly an exciting one. He never lets me dress as a man. I always have to act and dress like a female when he's around. Now he's 17 he can drive without an adult. His mom and step father bought him a car. A convertible no less. He has this game he likes to play driving around with me and his friends in the car.
It's like this. I ride in the passengers seat in whatever dress I like except I have to wear a garter belt and stockings with no panties underneath. Under my blouse I have to wear nipple clamps on my own nipples. Then, if we spot a white truck I have to pull my dress all the way up and slap my balls five times, counting every slap. A blue truck gets ten slaps. A yellow VW, fifteen slaps on the nuts. A red truck I must grab and stroke my cock ten times and count every stroke. A corvette any color except red, stroke my cock twenty times. Red corvette, stroke it forty times. Now, in a convertible, at a stop light with a semi-truck next to us. I'm counting out my strokes as this trucker is staring down at me. Utterly humiliating!
Jet made me get a French maids uniform that I had to wear around the house. Knee high white stocking, black shoes. Black with lace very very short, one zipper down the back. Straps over the shoulders, low cut in the front allows my nipples to be exposed. Came with a little lacy cap for my hair. He also made me buy an anal plug duster. Did you ever try using a feather duster that was stuck up your ass? I know it was extremely amusing for Jet to watch. Wiggling my ass around the tables and chairs.
He also made me get a penis gag. He wanted me to have the head of a cock in my mouth at all times. It went along nicely with the studded collar and nipple clamps. He liked to tie me up and lead me around the house by my cock and balls. Just grab a handful and yank me along. That always led to sucking his cock when he got hard. He always fondles me until I'm hard then suddenly leaves me. My hard penis dripping and I can't ejaculate unless he allows me to. It's the most frustrating!
My son, Jet has slowly introduced me to his group of close friends. Who also have strange names. Shadow, a 17 year old boy who dresses just like my son. He likes to wear makeup also but it's always black. Black lipstick, black eye liner and black eye brows. Thorn, another 17 year old dresses like some sort of punk rocker I guess. Likes to wear clothes with buckles all over them even his boots. There is one girl in the group named Aphra. She was 18 or 19 I am not sure which. She is very strange lots of piercings and tattoos. Finally Wolf, he's 18, stocky build kid and he has a lot of body hair for a teenager. Hence the name Wolf.
Jet knew I wouldn't be comfortable around anyone I didn't know because of my fear of being exposed as a cross dresser. Therefore, he decided to trick me. I finished cleaning the house one morning, in my maid uniform, he tied my hands and led me to the family room. My son had purchased a weight bench that had a high bar across the top. It was the perfect all around bondage bench. My arms were stretched above my head and secured to the top bar. My legs spread and attached to the forward arms of the bench. I think who ever designed it was obviously into BDS&M.
So, I hung there, the skimpy maids uniform hiked high above my ass. No underwear, a feather duster stuck in my butt and dribbling from the corners of penis gag. What a wonderful sight I must have been. Suddenly the door opened and my heart began to pound. Jet walked into the family room with Thorn next to him.
My son pointed to me. "There's my dad, Willow. I told you she dressed like a bitch."
Thorn had a big smile on his face. He strolled around me then reaching over and fondled my cock and balls.
"Not bad," he muttered. "Bit small but fun to play with."
He stepped behind me.
"I like the duster. Does he wear it all the time?"
Jet grabbed it and yanked it out of my ass, which made a nice sound.
"Only when she cleans. She's fun to watch. Shaking her ass with the duster."
"I love this little uniform." Thorn said, pulling on my nipples.
He pulled harder, twisting at the same time and that always made my cock want to stand up.
Thorn noticed the leather paddle on the table.
"When did you give him a good spanking?"
"Been awhile," Jet replied.
"I'd love to give him one now."
Jet sat down on the couch and smiled. "Go ahead. I like to watch her cock bounce when she gets spanked."
Thorn picked up the paddle, walked over, placed his lips next to my ear and whispered.
"You better keep that little sissy cock of yours hard. I'm gonna beat your ass until it's red."
There was nothing I could say, the penis gag took care of that. I decided to concentrate keeping my cock hard.
After the fifth smack, my ass cheeks were beginning to burn. The next three smack were more painful, but my cock was still fully erect! Thorn grabbed my cock and rubbed it.
"When was the last time she shot a load from this little thing?"
"Couple weeks ago," Jet replied. "I don't let her shoot much. I like to make her hard. Edge her as much as I can then leave her."
Thorn laughed out loud. "You're strict! I like it."
Thorn played with my cock and balls, slowly edging me until a little droplet formed in the slit.
"Her little cock is leaking. That's enough for now."
My son laughed, shaking his head. "You wanna see her dance?"
"Yeah," Thorn said.
Jet hooked the penis vibrator to my cock, clamping the retaining ring under my glans.
"This is fun," Jet said, switching on the unit. "She's really sensitive to the vibrator."
He was not lying. I hated the vibrator. That pounding sensation would pulsate all the way down my cock and into my balls. It even vibrated my prostate. Yes, it makes me shake, shiver and dance because I can't control it!
Thorn and Jet watched from the comfort of the sofa while I did my titillating jig. Moaning, groaning, quivering and breathing heavy.
My son laughed, pointing at me. "Look how fast her cock snaps up and down. Throwing her sperm everywhere!"
"I like the way her ass shakes! The cheeks really shake!" Thorn laughed.
I was so please they were having fun at my expense. I just wanted it turned OFF!
They did, after about five minutes.
That was only the first of many encounters with the group. Eventually everyone of them made an appearance at the house and I had to submit to all of them. Yes, even Aphra. Thorn and Shadow were into bondage and dominance more than the rest. I was not really a kinky sort of person except for the cross dressing. However, I did find the bondage extremely arousing, sexually that is. To be bound helplessly, controlled like that and Led around naked on a leash. Listening to everyone commenting about my genitalia.
Thorn and Shadow made me sit on a chair that had a large dildo protruding from the seat. They shoved my ass all the way down on it and tied my hands and feet. Thorn used a wooden ruler to swat me across my nipples. God did that hurt! Thorn leaned over and whispered in my ear.
"I like it when you suffer, bitch! Next I'm going to use the ruler on those little sissy balls of yours. And on your little sissy dick!"
Damn, that hurt also.
It was not all pain and suffering oddly enough, there was a fun side to all this. I got to dress up like a goth bitch. Tight black lace up corset, which made my waist tiny and my chest heave out. A pair of black gloves that went all the way past my elbows. A pair of black sandals with silver buckles. A shiny black wig with the straitest hair you ever saw. Absolutely no curl at all. Then black lipstick, black eye shadow and a black studded leather collar. Two silver nipple clamps attached to a long silver chain and a penis glans ring.
Aphra taught me how to walk like a goth whore. Shifting my weight and showing my ass. Every time I failed to do it right, she would give me a whack across the ass with a leather belt. I wasn't complaining in the least. I was really happy that these goth boys found me desirable enough to have sex with. They did force me to do things I would never done in a million years.
Like taking me to a roof top in the city one afternoon. Made me strip, tied me over a pipe railing and fucked me one after the other. I knew there must have been people somewhere that could look down at us probably with binoculars. What a sight that must have seen. I was mortified but at the same time sexually aroused more that I had ever been before.
Another time was in a parking garage behind some cars. They tied me to the car bumper and made me suck them off. After I finished the last one, they made me strip and walk back to Jet's car stark naked. Naturally he parked across the garage. Thankfully no one drove into the garage. I probably would have died if they seen me. It was frightening but exhilarating.
Jet made it clear about my place in the house, cleaning, cooking and serving.
"You're my everyday bitch!" He told me. "I'll use you as I want. You clear on that?"
I knelt down like I was suppose to when I talked to anyone and nodded my head. "Yes, Jet. I'm very clear on that."
Jet pulled my chin up with his hand. "Get on your feet and and call your feet and go call on your cross dressing friend, Paula."
Paula, real name Paul, was a year or two older than me, but a very attractive cross dresser. Like some guys know how to dress like women and some guys don't. Paula was one guy that knew how. He had nice fair skin which looked even better with makeup. I had met Paula at a bar several years ago. We hit it off from the very start and saw each other regular basis just to dress up and compare what new clothes we had bought. I stopped seeing him when my son Mike so strongly took over my life. Mike knew about him because there were some pictures of Paula and me in compromising positions. Yes, we had a casual affair, oral sex only. We sucked each other from time to time and took pictures of it. Very stupid!
"Why do you want me to do that? What should I say?"
"Tell him we want him in our group. He would make a nice goth bitch!" Jet smiled.
"What if he's not interested?"
Jet grabbed me by the balls. "It's your job to make him interested. Besides it would be nice for you to have some company."
I made the arrangements to meet Paula that Friday at the usual cocktail lounge we frequented. Paula looked fabulous in her green dress, 3" green pumps. I had forgot how attractive she was.
So," Paula said, pulling up a chair. "Long time Wendy. Nice to see you. You look fabulous as always."
I politely smiled, "thank you. You do too."
"What the occasion?" Paula asked. "Looking for some bedroom fun?"
"No, not really. Its something else."
"Really. Tell me." Paula waved her hand. "Let me order us some drinks first. Vodka Collins?"
"Yes," I nodded.
"Make it two," Paula told the waiter.
"Now what's the big news?"
"I don't know if you remember my son, Mike? Well he's 17 and comes over every weekend now."
"That's great! At least you get to see your son. My wife left the state. I wouldn't even recognize Henry if he walked in here right now. He was four when she left."
I took a gulp of my drink. "I guess I better just get to it. My son found those pictures we took a long time ago. You know? The two of us?""
Paula's eyes got very big. "Ohhhhh. Those? With us doing?"
"Yes. Those."
Paula smiled. "I know this is going to seem odd. But does he like them or hate them. I guess I'm asking if he's gay?"
It was a hard question for me to answer. "Well, he does know some girls. But, yes I think so."
Paula took a drink and smiled. "You're really lucky. Maybe he's a cross dresser also."
"No, he's not. I'm sure about that."
Paula stared at me for a moment. "I'm not getting the point here. I mean about the pictures and all."
"He wants you to come over to the house. Along with me."
Paula took another drink. "He wants both of us? "
I nodded. "Yes. It seems so."
"Wow! That's the best news I have had in years."
I smiled at her. "It might not be when I explain."
"What's to explain? A threesome with a hot teenage boy. I'm assuming you two have already had oral sex?"
"Yes we have."
"Then what's to explain?"
"Well, he's kind of into the bondage and dominance thing."
Paula finished her drink in one gulp. "Kinky? That's even better yet. I like kinky. Sometimes I tie myself up and fantasize about someone having their way with me."
I finished my drink. "I think that can be arranged quite easily."
"So, when do we do this? You want me over this weekend?"
"Yes. Tomorrow morning, say ten."
Paula gave me a kiss on the lips. "OK, sweetheart. You got it."
I went back to Mike and told him what happened.
"You did real good, Willow. I knew you could. Did you tell him about the required bondage play?"
"Yes I did and oddly enough, Paula is into it."
Jet smiled at me. "We'll see soon enough."
Jet slapped my ass.
"Its time for me to leave a load in your pussy. Get in the bedroom, NOW!"
The next morning Paula was there wearing a sleeveless white floral print dress, cute set of pearls, thigh high stocking and red pumps. She was wearing a bob style wig and some very sexy perfume. I was in my maids uniform and showed Paula to the family room.
"My my," Paula smiled at me. "Don't you look slutty in that short little thing."
I didn't acknowledge the comment. "Paula this in my son Mike. I mean Jet. He likes to be called Jet."
"Yes, I remember. I saw you here once when you were about 12 or 13."
Wolf came out of the kitchen and was standing next to Jet.
"Is this another son of yours I don't know about?"
"No," I replied. "This is Wolf. A friend of my sons."
Paula smiled at him. "What a strapping young man you are."
"I know." Wolf replied. "Now lets see you. STRIP!"
"Right to the point. I love that."
Paula began removing her clothing, a piece at a time. I think she wanted to give them a show. Finally she was naked except for her makeup and wig. Wolf stepped up to her. He was a few inches taller.
"Gimme your hands."
He wrapped her wrists in the leather cuffs.
"I guess you don't want me to get away." Paula joked.
Wolf led Paula over to the infamous weight bench and tied her hands to the overhead bar. Then her ankles to the side bars.
"Oh, this is kinky," Paula remarked.
The last thing was a fat penis gag in her mouth.
I could see that wolf had taken a real liking to Paula. Wolf picked up the leather paddle that was hanging on the wall.
"The first thing you need to be taught is to keep your mouth shut!"
Wold smacked Paula across the ass with the paddle.
"I'm gonna make your ass red and painful. I want you to remember your mouth shut and your ass open!"
My cock was swelling as I watched Wolf spank Paula. His cock bouncing up and down just like mine did. I had to admit it was sexually arousing for me. Paula's ass was fiery red by the time Wolf stopped. I saw Paula's butt cheeks quivering. Wolf picked up a wooden ruler which he immediately began to use on Paula's nipples. He whacked her about fifteen time on each nipple. As I took a closer look, tears were forming in Paula's eyes.
"Do you know your place now, BITCH?"
Paula immediately nodded up and down as a yes. I did notice Paula's cock had become erect, standing up like a pole. Her cock was much bigger than mine. I think she was about seven inches. Her balls much bigger than mine also.
Wolf grabbed pattern tracer, one with a nice prickly wheel. He began to run it up and down Paul's ass cheeks and lower legs.
He worked his way around front, across her sore nipples. I could hear Paula groaning and whimpering under the gag. Her body shivered and twitched as Wolf ran the tracer over her cock and balls. My son noticed how excited I had become watching all this. My cock was poking out from under my maids uniform. Jet leaned over to me.
"I'm gonna use that tracer on your cock and balls."
Wolf grabbed Paula by the chin and held her head up.
"Did you jack off last week?"
Paula shook her head no."
"Two weeks ago?"
She nodded her head yes. Wolf grabbed the penis vibrator, slid it over her swollen cock head and switched it on.
I was happy he did that because I always wanted to watch instead of participate. I knew how intense the orgasm was for me with that vibrator directly on my glans. I was anxious to see how Paula would react. It several minutes but finally I saw her cock twitching quickly, then a large spurt of sperm jetted out. She did that familiar jig also. Her legs shaking, hips bucking and cock bouncing. I really enjoyed it, I know a lot more than Paula did.
Jet grabbed my hard cock, pulling me down the hall to my bedroom. He was just as hard as I was from watching Paula. It wasn't had to figure out what he had in mind. A few minutes licking his cock and balls, then he was ready for another deposit in my pussy. While Jet and I were indisposed in my bedroom, Thorn and Shadow came by the house. They were in the family room with Paula when we returned.
Paula was bent over the weight bench, her ankles stilled tied to the rails. Thorn had just finished fucking her. I saw the sperm dribbling from her hole. Shadow had his cock down her throat. Wolf was using her cock as a punching bag, slapping her cock up and down and back and forth. I was surprised to see her hard again. For the rest of the day Wolf led Paula around on a leash, making her kneel every time he stopped. She also had to lift her head and open her mouth.
"If you want to deposit you can," he would say.
"How does the bitch look now?" Wolf asked.
Jet smiled at him. "I think you made some real progress. At least she keeps her cock licker shut."
"I think I'm gonna take her down to the Beach House!"
Now, the Beach House was a seedy gay night club down on Harris street. I was briefly there once with a friend but I never went back.
They had about eight or nine glory hole boxes located in various spots around the club. There were naked man locked in every box, waiting to suck the next cock that came through the hole. The men had to pay the club ten dollars a suck. The guy in the box was there as punishment, he never made a dime. All he got a lot of sperm to swallow.
I didn't know what the connection between Wolf and the Beach House was so I asked my son.
"Wolf's uncle works down there. That's why Wolf can get boozes any time he wants."
By that time I saw Paula being led out the back door naked as could be. Two weeks later, I heard that Wolf had moved in with Paula. I knew he was fond of her and I think Paula finally got that son he always wanted.
About once a month Wolf brings Paula over. It's a little entertainment thing Jet and Wolf have dreamed up. Paula and I strip, lay naked on the floor kissing and sucking each other. Yes, they allowed us to ejaculate in each others mouth but only once.
After a dinner we cooked, Paula and I were alone in the kitchen cleaning off the table. I was so curious about the Beach House. I had to know what happened that night Wolf took her.
Paula laughed, "Was that a night?"
"What happened?"
"Wolf tossed me in the car. I was still naked. He drove me to the club. It turns out one of the managers there is Wolf's uncle."
I nodded my head. "Yes, I heard that also."
"I was paraded around the club so everyone could see me. Then I got shoved into a box. There's three holes in the box. Guys stuck their hard cocks through the holes for me to suck. I swear I must have sucked 50 cocks! They just kept coming."
Paula laughed out loud. "That was not intended as a pun. It's difficult to service three at one time. Some guys just shot their loads all over me before I could catch them. I was covered with cum from head to toe."
I stared at her wide eyed. "Damn. That sounds just so dirty."
"Yeah. I know. My cock was so hard, I shot a load in the box. I didn't even have to touch my cock! Wolf made two hundred dollars off me that night."
I shook my head and smiled. "I was sure glad my son never took me there."
"I think you'd like it. We should go there together some time."
I laughed and shook my head no.
"How's Wolf?" I asked.
"He's a nice young man. I didn't like his hairy body at first, but he makes me suck on his tits. And his big hairy balls and cock. I'm use to it now. I swear he can get hard in ten seconds. He has great sex drive. He made me buy one of those weight benches like you got. Great for spanking and fucking."
I laughed at her. "I'm glad you're happy."
"He says I talk too much. Imagine that! He keeps me gagged most the time. Except when he needs cock service. I like getting fucked when I least expect it."
Wolf walked in the kitchen and grabbed Paula by the collar.
"We're going." He said leading her away.
Wolf had taken control of Paula's life just as my son had done with me. Paula seemed to enjoy every minute of it, but she was always a bit of a slut.
Jet will be turning 18 in a few days. His mother is not happy that he will be living with me on a permanent basis, but when he's 18 she will no longer have control of him. I won't have control of he either, he'll have control of me. I don't know how long it will last so I'm going to make the best of it while I can. There is one reward I have to earn but it's really worth it. If I don't make any mistakes in two weeks, Jet ties me up and suck my cock dry. It's the best of all.
END.