The New Neighbors
by valerafon
A father and son get more than they bargained for.


This is a work of fiction and should not be read by anyone under the age of
eighteen. Please do not read further if you are offended by violence and or
sexual content.

The New Neighbors

When I arrived home from work, I wasn't prepared to find my sixteen year old
son crying and sporting a large shiner.

"What happened, Tommy?" I asked in a very concerned voice as I moved his head
around to get a better view of his very prominent black eye.

Tommy seemed reluctant to talk about it, but he did manage a few details.
"There's a new bully on the street, dad." His head dropped and he added, " I
lost my lunch money too."

"Who did this son?" I asked. I could feel myself getting angry as I looked at
my son's shiner.

Still not looking me in the eye, and with his head bent in shame he spoke very
softly, "It's the new neighbor, dad. They just moved in a couple of days ago."

I had seen the moving truck, but I hadn't seen anyone outside in the last few
days. I wasn't sure how large the family was, but I just couldn't allow this
man's son to beat mine up and steal his money too. I had to respond. I didn't
like confrontations, but if that's what was needed, then for my son's sake and
safety, that's what I had to do.

Looking my son straight in the eye I said in a determined voice, "Son, I think
we should pay them a visit."

"No, P-please dad....It's too embarrassing."

"Nonsense! The best way to deal with a bully is to confront him or else it
will never end."

My son wasn't convinced, but I knew it had to be done. After more than a bit
of stern coaxing on my part, my son and I marched out of the house and down
the street right over to our new neighbors door. Tommy seemed really
frightened and ashamed. His reluctant attitude was so uncharacteristic of him
that I began to think that a linebacker had beat him up. Both Tommy and I
weren't the biggest men in the world, but I wasn't about to let a bully get
the best of my son.

After I knocked, I looked back towards Tommy and said reassuringly, "Son, this
has to be done. I'm sure the boy was much larger and older than you. You
needn't be ashamed. I got a few black eyes myself when I was a teenager."

As I spoke my reassuring words, my son lowered his head and seemed even more
embarrassed than before. I didn't have time to say any more because the door
opened and I saw an extremely beautiful woman staring back at me.

The first thing that I noticed was her height. She was a few inches taller
than me, and I was five foot eight. She had dark hair fixed in a neat bun, she
looked to be in her mid thirties, and she had large brown eyes. She was in a
house dress, but I could tell she worked out. Her upper body was a bit more
massive than normal for a woman, but she wasn't fat by any means.

As soon as I saw her, I asked politely, "Is the man of the house home?"

She looked us over for a few moments before she replied, "May I ask why?"

"It seems my son was beaten up by your son and his money was stolen."

Her reaction was not what I expected. She did not seem overly surprised by my
statement. Instead, she looked over my son very carefully before she spoke.

"My husband is deceased and I don't have a son, only a teenage daughter."

I looked back at my son in shock, and he still had his head bent in shame. I
couldn't believe that he had been fighting with a girl.

"Son, where you fighting with a girl?" I asked.

In panic, he blurted out, "Dad, she started it. I didn't want to fight!"

Before I could say anything further, the woman added, "My daughter can be a
real handful at times." And then she turned and yelled, "Stacey! Get down here
this instant!"

After calling her daughter, she turned to me, smiled, and said, "My names
Ellen Armstrong...Please come in. ...I'll apply some first aid to your son's
eye and we can get to the bottom of this."

As Tommy and I walked through the door, I extended my hand and said, "I'm Tom
Ryan, sorry we have to meet under such circumstances."

Miss Armstrong took my hand and shook it vigorously as I heard her daughter
come loping down the stairs. She was not what I expected. The first thing
that struck me was how young she looked. I estimated her age at thirteen. She
was very cute, and I was sure in a couple of years she would be a real
heartbreaker.

She didn't look like a tomboy at all. I estimated her height at about five
three. She wasn't anywhere near as tall as my son who was five foot seven. Her
hair was done up in a double pony tail, and she looked more like a pixie than
a linebacker. To me, she looked like the most unlikely looking bully I had
ever seen.

As soon as her daughter spied the two of us, she looked at Tommy and said, "Hi
twerp!"

Tommy didn't respond. He just sort of backed behind me and hung his head.

In a stern voice, Miss Armstrong asked her daughter, "I want to know exactly
what happened this afternoon, young lady?"

Miss Armstrong got some ice and administered it to my son's eye as she
listened to her daughter's side of the story. It seems that Stacey just wanted
to introduce herself being new to the neighborhood, and everything was fine,
she told her mother, till she told Tommy her age.

I looked at Tommy, at this point, and asked, "Is this true son?"

He looked at me a bit sheepishly and said, "She's just too young, dad. I'm a
junior in high school and I got a reputation to maintain. Besides, I just
asked her nicely to go away!"

I noticed Stacey did look hurt while my son was talking. She responded by
saying, "All I wanted was to make a new friend." This time it was her turn to
hang her head, and she added sadly, "I've been so lonely since we moved into
this neighborhood.

As I listened, I was beginning to think my son was more at fault then Stacey.

At this point Stacey became hesitant, but some gentle coaxing by her mother
revealed the rest of the story. When my son ignored her and started walking
away she just saw red and tackled him to the ground.

Stacey's next comment was really quiet embarrassing for my son to listen too.

"He really is a wuss! We rolled around for a second, and then I pinned his
shoulders easily to the ground." Looking up at her mom she stated proudly, "He
really was no problem at all."

As I listened, I pictured the fight in my mind. It would have been something,
I realized, to witness the fight and see such a young vibrant teenage girl so
easily subdue an older boy, and then to sit on his shoulders pinning him down
helplessly to the ground while she smiled down at him relishing her easy
victory over him. I now realized my son's reluctance to give me any details.
The whole ordeal had to be very embarrassing for him.

At this point, Tommy interjected, "She was teasing me, dad!"

This time Stacey interrupted, "All I said to him was that a high school boy
couldn't even beat a thirteen year old girl at wrestling."

Miss Armstrong then had a question for her daughter.

"If you beat him so easily, Stacey, why does he have a black eye?"

Stacey hung her head again and replied, "When I let him up, the twerp took a
swing at me, so I had to pop him one."

Then she looked back up at her mother excitedly and added, "I only hit him
once and he went down like a ton of bricks. He's even a worse boxer than he is
a wrestler...That's when I took his money....To teach him a lesson."

After her daughter was finished, Miss Armstrong looked back towards me with an
expectant look on her face. I knew she was waiting for me to say something.

"I guess there was fault on both sides," I managed to say. "It hasn't been
easy for me since Tommy's mother passed away.

Looking at Miss Armstrong, I saw her raise her eyebrows and smile as she heard
me say that. It was a strange reaction, I thought.

Then I turned to Tommy and said forcefully, "I don't want you to ever swing at
a girl again."

"But, dad!"

"No, butts about it. Do you understand me!"

He hung his head again and nodded like he did indeed understand.

Then Miss Armstrong looked to her daughter and said just as forcefully, "And I
don't want you beating up weaker boys! Do you understand me!"

"Yes, mom!" Stacey answered back in an exasperated tone.

Then Stacey asked her mom something that perplexed me, "Can I play with
Tommy."

Smiling, her mom answered back immediately, "Yes, of course, dear!"

Then taking out her coin purse, Ms. Armstrong, pulled out two dollars and
handed it over to Tommy. Afterwards, she said to her daughter, "That's coming
out of your allowance, young lady!"

"Aw, mom!" Stacey replied in a very sad voice.

At this time, I suggested, "I'd like to see them shake hands."

Tommy looked at me, but reluctantly went over to Stacey and shook her hand.
While he did so, he said meekly, "Sorry!"

That brought a big smile to Stacey's face and she responded by saying, "And
I'm sorry I trashed you, twerp!" Then like everything had already been
forgotten, she asked, "Do you want to see my computer set up. It's really
rad!"

Tommy glanced at me with a look of despair on his face.

"Go on!" I said. And then Tommy followed Stacey out of the room as she started
to talk to him about six different things all at once.

When I looked back to Mrs. Armstrong, she was looking at me with a glorious
smile on her face.

"Would you care to join me for some coffee?" she asked provocatively.

"I don't know," I said tentatively.

She responded by crossing her long lovely legs exposing a lot of bare skin for
my inspection. I responded by glancing at them a bit too long. She did have
marvelous legs, they looked a touch too muscular for my taste. Still, her legs
sure looked good for an older woman.

We both stood and as we did so, she drew nearer, and grabbing my arm in her
hands, she coaxed further, "Oh come on! We can compare notes on how to raise a
teenager without a spouse."

By this time, she was rubbing her hands up and down my arm. I was surprised at
her sudden boldness, but I have to admit I had been thinking about her since I
walked through the door. She was an extraordinarily beautiful woman, and I
hadn't been with any member of the opposite sex for some time.

When her one hand reached the top of my arm, she squeezed it, commented
excitedly, "Mmm! You have some muscle! I love a man who takes good care of
himself."

I responded to her caresses by tensing my muscle, and I told a small white
lie, "I work out a lot!"

"Uhhh! She purred, and then she stopped rubbing my arm, and squeezed down on
my biceps with her thumb. I felt my muscle start to collapse under the
pressure, and I began to feel some pain as well. I gave her a startled look,
and she stopped squeezing in response. The situation was completely awkward. I
looked at her and didn't know what to say, but she did.

Still holding my arm, she said, "Come on, cave man, let's have that coffee."

I let her lead me to the kitchen without further objections. I did want to rub
my arm, but it wouldn't have been the manly thing to do.

We talked and drank coffee for the next forty five minutes. We seemed to be
hitting it off marvelously. During the conversation, I learned that her
husband had left her well off and that she did not work, and not surprisingly,
she found herself with a lot of spare time on her hands. That's when she
decided to start working out. She told me she had been very athletic in her
younger days and she wanted to regain her trim athletic figure.

Looking at her, I thought she had gone a bit beyond that. I thought she looked
a bit too well muscled for a woman. She didn't look like a weight lifter, but
call me a male chauvinist or old fashioned if you like, but I didn't believe
women should have muscles. Still, I was toying with the idea of asking her
out. She still was the best looking woman I had seen in some time.

I could see how excited she got when we talked about working out. She then
surprised me with a little exhibition. She made a muscle for my inspection and
even had me squeeze it. It was rock solid, and much bigger than mine.

Then she stood, lifted up her dress provocatively, and tensing her long lovely
leg, she extended one out for my inspection. I was stunned at what I saw. It
was firm, hard, and very muscular looking, but still it was undeniably
feminine in appearance. Surprisingly, I found myself admiring it in spite of
my preconceptions.

"Then she stunned me further by saying, "Feel it!"

My trembling hands went to her leg like a bee to honey. As I ran my hands
across her legs from her bulging calves to her massive mighty thighs, I felt
their firm taut smoothness and their massive power and felt myself giving a
visible reaction. As I rubbed them, they totally confused my mind, and I asked
myself a question, "How could something look so beautiful and so feminine yet
feel so powerful all at the same time?

Noticing my reaction, she gave me a knowing smile then she said
enthusiastically, "I belong to a gym and I've bought some weights and I've set
up a little gym in the basement as well. See what working out for two hours a
day, for the last two years, can do for a girl?"

I nodded as I remembered my physical activity consisted of one hour a month
throwing a baseball around with Tommy.

If her exhibition wasn't stunning enough, she floored me when she asked,
"Would you like to go to a movie this Saturday?"

I really didn't know what to say. I had never been asked out by a woman
before. I fumbled around for a few moments sounding very awkward, "I....I
don't know..."

I really did know. I was the man and I wanted to do the asking out.

In a moment of concern Ellen asked, "You don't have a girl friend do you?"

"No, its not that." I answered back. Then trying to desperately come up with
something , I added, "What about the kids?"

Ellen shot back, "Tommy's old enough to take care of himself, but if your
concerned, I'll have Stacey watch him."

That sounded completely ludicrous to me. How could a thirteen year old girl
watch a sixteen year old boy? I felt like I was beginning to lose control.

Standing, she grabbed my arm and almost lifted me out of the chair saying,
"Pick me up at eight." Then she started to rub my arm again, smiled at me like
she was already in love with me, and she added very enthusiastically, I'm
going to really be looking forward to our date, Thomas!"

As she led me out of the kitchen to the foyer, she gave me a little peck on
the cheek for good measure. When we arrived at the foyer, she was about to
shout out something to Stacey, but she thought better of it and said
mischievously, "Lets go see how the kids are doing?"

She led me up the steps still holding onto my arm like it was her possession.
For some reason, I let her lead me around. I was still a bit dizzy from what
had just transpired. When we got to Stacey's room, the door was ajar so we
walked right in.

Nothing could have prepared me for the shock I felt when we walked through the
door. Stacey had changed, and she was now wearing a faded pair of tight
fitting jeans. She was also wearing a yellow halter top which was very tight
fitting as well. I was stunned to see how much development her breasts had
already undergone because they were sticking out prominently from her body,
but Tommy was the real reason why I was so shocked.

He had been reduced to his underwear. Even his shoes and shocks had been
removed, and he was lying flat on the floor with Stacey's cute little derriere
sitting right on top of his face. She was facing Tommy's body, and she was
leaning forward and pinning Tommy's hands down with her own.

While she held him helpless, Stacey was wiggling her ass sexily back and forth
grinding his face and stuffing his nose forcefully into her butt crack. Her
bare feet were positioned in such a way as to frame his head between them and
her cute little ass cheeks, When she picked up her ass to let him breath, I
could see Tommy's eyes which had a desperate pleading look about them, and
when he saw me, he closed them in shame.

I instantly responded by yelling, "GET OFF OF HIM YOU BITCH!"

Stacey responded by defiantly giving me the finger.

Her defiant act stunned me even further, and then she wiggled her ass on
Tommy's face, once again, defying me further.

I reached down towards Stacey ready to pull her off my son, and said angrily,
"These bitches are crazy! Were getting out of here, son."

As I reached down, I felt myself being yanked away. In my shock and anger, I
had forgotten about Ellen. She twisted my one arm painfully behind my back as
she put me in a strangle hold with the other. Bending me back slightly so she
could look into my eyes, she angrily hissed out, "I don't like being called a
bitch, and I don't like my daughter being called one either."

Stacey watched the proceedings with glee and pronounced, "I could have taken
him, mom. I bet he's as weak as his son!"

I tried to say something, "This is cra...."

Ellen bent my arm back farther and whispered, "Shhhh!....Two women are
talking."

I wanted to speak, but every time I tried, she bent my arm up a little higher
effectively stopping me from talking by controlling me in that painful hold.
Finally, I had no choice but to remain quiet.

Seeing I was completely under control, she started speaking to her daughter
again, "I know dear, but you tend to your own affairs, and I'll discipline
this one."

"Can I watch," Stacey yelled.

"No dear! You have your own affairs to manage."

After her bizarre little speech, she began bullying my body out the door. I
struggled with her as she walked me down the stairs, but she had me and I
wasn't about to get out any time soon.

As she forced me towards the kitchen, she spoke to me like I was a small child
that needed correction.

"I was hoping you'd act all macho and do something stupid. I did so want to
test your manly muscles."

What was she talking about? Stacey was the one who had caused everything.

I was bullied right up to the sink, and when we got there, she mashed my body
right up against it, controlling it with her own. While she imprisoned my body
tightly against her own body and the sink, her one arm still painfully bent my
arm up my back in a killer hold. Letting go of my neck, she plugged the sink
up with her free hand, turned on the tap, and then grabbed a handful of my
hair with her big hand.

As she waited for the sink to fill, she said forcefully, "Your going to learn
never to call me or my daughter a bitch again!"

"But what about Stacie!" I yelped.

"She didn't break her promise. She wasn't fighting with Tommy, she was playing
with him....Like I'm going to be doing with your weak little body very soon!"

What the hell was she talking about?

As soon as the sink was full, she turned it off, moved the tap out of the way,
and then dunked my head in the water. I felt complete panic overwhelm me as
she held my head forcibly under water.

As soon as she brought my head up, she asked, "Are you ever going to call me a
bitch again!"

"Let me go!" I yelled.

"Wrong answer!" She replied, and then dunked me again.

This time she kept me down longer, and I really tried to squirm and get free,
but her superior body effortlessly held my inferior one in place.

When my sopping wet head was raised once more, she repeated her question. I
hesitated too long and she dunked me again. She repeated the process till all
my defiance was drowned out of me.

"P-please!" I begged, "I'll never call you or your daughter a bitch again."

Pleased with my answer she moved us away from the cabinet and then spun me
around in one fluid motion. When my body faced her, she caught me in a bare
hug lifting me up off the floor at the same.

time.

"Oh you make my panties wet, you're so deliciously weak!" she chided me.

Held up off the floor in her crushing embrace, I had no choice but to beg
again.

"P-please, your hurting me. Put me down!"

Setting me down, but not letting me go, she grabbed my arms and easily bent
them behind my back as she stared into my face watching my reaction as I lost
another test off strength to her.

It was a silent but desperate battle I waged with her arms, but her arms
completely overwhelmed mine in the end. Then, as the realization swept across
my face that I was losing yet again to her, she transferred control of both my
wrists to a single hand. She continued to watch me struggle vainly with her
one arm, and I could see that she was deriving great pleasure in so easily
mastering me.

Once she had control of both of my wrists in a single hand, she used her free
hand to draw me closer to her smiling face, and play with my hair as she
softly asked me, "Do you know how little effort it takes for me to completely
control your pitifully weak body, babycakes?"

Without letting me answer, she drew my face to hers and laid a passionate kiss
on my lips, holding me mashed against her own lips by the grip she maintained
on my hands. At the same time, her tongue invaded my mouth, found my own
tongue and conquering it completely as she held my lips tightly against her
own large sensuous lips.

I squirmed in her embrace trying to brake free, but she held me as if I was a
small child close to her as she raped my mouth with her thick talented tongue.

Finally, when she let me go, she had to hold my body upright in her arms as I
swooned from her passionate overpowering kiss. I was panting and I felt flush.
She had completely overwhelmed my body and my mind and I didn't have a clue
what to do.

As I looked up into her smiling face, she told me sweetly, "Honey, you are the
weakest man I ever met, but don't be embarrassed, you're so right for me." And
then she kissed me again even harder.

Back in Stacey's room, another transformation had taken place. She had shed
her jeans and halter top. Now, all she was wearing was her tight fitting black
panties and she was in a kneeling position and smiling down at the older boy.
Tommy's head was off the ground, and stuffed a mile up her thighs with his
nose still buried in her crotch. Her big thighs restricted his movements and
kept his head securely in place. His arms were free, but they had nothing to
grab onto, and his hands rested on Stacey's legs, from time to time, which she
really didn't mind.

In fact, the older boy was so securely held in place by Stacey's big thighs
that she didn't need to use her arms to control him in any way. Instead, she
rested her hands on her shapely hips in a very provocative pose. The pressure
from her inner thigh muscles were enough to keep his head in place, completely
conquered, and obedient to her commands as she gleefully looked on at his
inept struggles.

Finally, her attention turned to another matter. Reaching back, she lifted up
Tommy's shorts, with one of her hands, to playfully see what was inside.
Although, he couldn't see what was happening, he could feel what she was
doing, and he intensified his struggles.

"My, my! What have we hear? This looks like an interesting toy for me to play
with. You don't mind, do you?"

Tommy tried to protest, but she held him so tightly, there wasn't anything he
could do, and his shame was so great and he felt so overwhelmed a tear rolled
down his cheek as she grabbed on to his rigid cock.

Seeing the tear, Stacey reached down and wiped his eyes gently with her thumb,
and said, "I know you like it. I know you like it a lot. In spite of being so
overwhelmed by the girl, Tommy had been reacting to her young body, and he was
very stiff and excited.

Looking back, and seeing his throbbing member as she manipulated it with her
young hand, she asked coyly, "I bet I can make you come in less than a
minute."

Tommy said something, but it was effectively muffled by her panties.

"I assume that means its a bet." Then she started to manipulate his cock, and
squeeze his head even tighter between her thighs as she worked.

Tommy was lost in a sea of conflicting emotions. He hated her for what she was
doing to him. He felt completely helpless and inept because he was powerless
to stop her, but at the same time, he enjoyed the sensations her talented hand
was bringing to his brain. Finally, his mind and body exploded. His mind in a
sea of sparks and overwhelming sensation, and his penis in a hot stream of
spurting seminal fluid.

"Twenty five seconds!" Stacey yelled out. "A new worlds record, and the crowd
roars its approval!" After her statement, she tried to make a noise like the
low rumbling roar of a crowd.

Finally letting his head go, she got up off the older boy, but didn't move
away from him. She looked down at him with her legs still straddling his head.
From high up she stared down at the broken and defeated boy crying his eyes
out, and was moved. He looked back up at her with a combination of fear and
awe on his face. He couldn't move a muscle, he felt so totally drained.

From deep inside, she felt a mothering instinct well up in her, and she
silently walked to the bathroom. When she returned with a wet rag, she grabbed
his hand and said gently, "Come on, get up!"

With great effort, the boy finally made it to his feet and being led by the
hand, followed her to a chair. Setting down in it, Stacey held the boy between
her legs and gently pulled his shorts down farther so she could wipe his
genitals with the wet rag.

Tommy didn't try and stop her. Instead, he started to gently sob as she
worked, completely giving in to the young girl.

As she wiped his balls, and then his flaccid penis, Tommy couldn't help but
react.

"Ohh!" He moaned between sobs.

As she gently worked on the older boy, Stacey started talking.

"I want to go downstairs and see what's happening to that dear old dad of
yours, but I have to clean you up first."

After she had wiped every part of his crotch, she pulled his shorts up, and
cracked his rump with a love tap.

"There, your ready to go!" she sang out. Then getting serious for a moment,
she looked up at the boy standing between her legs and said sternly, "What
just happened will stay between us, right."

Tommy looked down at her and considered. He couldn't ever imagine telling his
father about what had just happened so he nodded his consent, still sobbing
from time to time.

When Stacey saw his complete surrender, she smiled and sat back in the chair.
Then with a grin on her face, she said, "We still have a little time!" And
then she patted her thighs like she wanted for Tommy to sit on her lap.

He collapsed in her lap like Stacey was the much older member of the twosome,
and he rested his head on her shoulder like a young boy might when an older
much more experienced baby sitter was trying to get an unruly child to fall
asleep. As he felt the skin on skin of her smooth thighs, and her overwhelming
nearness, he felt himself starting to get excited again.

Taking her closest breast, she gently shoved it into his face, and the boy
started to gently lick it and suck on it as Stacey talked to him.

"We're going to have so much fun together, you'll see. But you have to
remember, I'm the boss and what I say goes, understand?"

Tommy didn't try to speak. Instead, he nodded his head without taking her
breast out of his mouth.

With overwhelming contentment, Stacey sighed and closed her eyes for a moment,
letting the feelings and sensations Tommy was supplying dance around in her
pretty young head for awhile.

Back in the kitchen, Ellen was taking a sip of tea from her tea cup. I was
flat on the floor with my hands stretched over my head and imprisoned by her
thighs. Her full weight was sitting on my chest, and I found it difficult to
breath.

After she daintily finished her tea, she unhooked the bun in her hair and let
it spill out over her shoulders as she sexily shook her head back and forth. I
watched, completely enthralled, imprisoned from below. It was one of the
sexiest moves I had seen a woman do in some time, and in spite of my
embarrassing position, I found myself reacting to the big woman who controlled
me from above.

Smiling down at me, she tweaked my nose with one of her hands in a playful
maneuver, and then she began to lift her dress over her head. I felt her body
wiggle back and forth as I watched the dress advance in its upward journey
till it disappeared over her head.

After discarding the dress, she was down to her sexy black see through panties
and matching micro bra. As I looked up, I marveled at the huge breasts
protruding out from their confinement. They were large, round, and completely
magnificent looking in every detail, and I wondered how they could be
contained by that flimsy looking bra.

Below, her huge muscular thighs were still surrounding my head, and they were
encased in sheer black nylons which felt marvelous as they caressed my cheeks,
and, to top it off, she was still wearing her heels.

When she was done undressing for the moment, she turned her attention back to
me, and she began to rearrange my confinement. When she was done, my arms were
stretched out and pinned to the floor by her long legs. My face and nose were
shoved deeply into her panties, and she was staring down at me with a very
provocative look on her face.

It was at that moment, that Stacey and Tommy entered the room.

"Wow, mom! He looks totally helpless," Stacey yelled.

"Of course, dear, " Ellen answered back.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Tommy come running over, bend down right
next to me, and yell, "Dad, you've got to do something!....We've got to get
out of here!"

This time, it was me who had the desperate looking and imploring eyes.

"I'm afraid he can't help you, dear." Ellen said casually to Tommy. "He's
learning who the boss is in our new relationship as no doubt Stacey has shown
you."

Tommy hung his head and looked back at Stacey in fear, considering Ellen's
words. Stacey gave him a big smile and moved closer.

Looking back at me, my son pleaded with me once more.

"Dad, do something with that big bi..." He caught himself in mid sentence and
changed the ending, "Bi..Woman!...Make her stop sitting on your face!"

Wiggling her hips mashing her panties into my face even more, she stretched
out her arms and sang out, "Yes, Tom, make me stop sitting on you. Show your
son just how strong you are. I'm not even trying to hold you down. All I'm
really doing is sitting on you..You should be able to throw me right off.
After all, I'm just a mere woman and you're a big strong man.....Can't you
even get your face out of my panties?"

Her words stung me, but I was hopelessly pinned by just her great weight. She
really knew how to use it to her best advantage. I reacted like my son had
done when he was in a similar position. I closed my eyes and tried to shut out
the world.

Seeing my utter defeat, Tommy got up and walked towards the door. Stacey
corralled him with a confining arm, and then asked her mother, "Can I show
Tommy that I'm stronger than his dear old dad too."

"Not today dear! Now run along and take Tommy upstairs with you, and don't
come down till I call."

Stacey looked at her mother and smiled like she understood what was coming
next. Then she hustled Tommy out the door.

After they left, Ellen returned her full attention to me.

In a husky voice that did not hide her excitement, she casually commented as
she unhooked her bra, "Well, He-man, I think its time for you to show me what
your made of."

As I watched her huge breasts spill into view, I heard her comment further,
"Of course, you can stop me. After all, I'm just a woman, and I couldn't make
you do something you don't really want to do."

After her comment, while she still sat on me, she unhooked her nylons and took
off her garter belt. Then she took of one off her shoes and held it over my
nose till I was forced to breath in its aroma. For some reason, the pungent
aroma of her shoe only excited me more. She repeated the process with her
other shoe as well.

After the shoes were removed, she started to roll down her nylons. First one
and then the other till both were only a memory.

"Now for my panties!" she exclaimed.

She quickly got up, but held me down with one foot on my chest. All I could do
was watch her complete her mission. Her panties were history in no time. In
spite of what she had done to me, I found myself staring up in awe at her
naked muscular body as it was displayed for me in all its glory.

When she was through, she said in an even sexier voice, "Now I'm going to take
that weak little body of yours, and when I'm through with you, you'll feel
like a dishrag that's just been rung out, but you'll be the happiest dishrag
on earth."

With a wild look in her eyes and a predatory growl on her lips, she took me
right there on the kitchen floor. Her big dominant body easily controlling my
smaller weaker one, and she kept her word. As she took my body, the sex was
rough, and it was exhausting, but it was wonderful too.

Afterwards, I laid on the floor beneath her totally exhausted. As she got up,
she warned, "Don't forget Saturday! I don't want to have to come and get you,
and if I do have to come and get you, so help me, I'll pull down your pants
and spank you right in front of your son."

I understood the warning. I nodded my compliance and tried to somehow find the
strength to get to my feet.

Back in Stacey's room, she had devised a new game for Tommy to endure. She was
sitting on his chest with her tiny bare feet resting comfortably on his face,
and she was rubbing them back and forth all over his face. He dare not move or
defy her for she had already proven that she could take him with very little
effort.

Finally, she ordered, "Open up!"

When he didn't open his mouth, she hit him forcefully a few times with the
sole of her right foot right on the side of his cheek.

"Open up!" she ordered once again.

Jarred by her foot, Tommy dutifully opened his mouth.

Smiling at his compliance, Stacey stuck her big toe into his open mouth.

"Open wider," she commanded, and when he did, she shoved her foot in even
farther.

"Now, suck! she decreed.

As if he was sucking on a baby bottle full of milk, Tommy began to suck and
tongue her foot till it was wet from his saliva.

As she watched him, Stacey gave out with a contented little laugh. She knew he
was hers now, and she could do just about anything she wanted with the older
boy. The power she held over him was intoxicating and her cunning little
inventive mind, even as she watched this display of obedience, was busy
devising even more embarrassing things for Tommy to endure, if not today then
soon.

As his efforts waned, she hit him on the side of the cheek a few times again,
with the sole of her foot, to get him to start sucking more vigorously.

"Suck, boy!......That's a good boy!.....Now, kiss each little piggy!....The
momma piggy, first!....That's it!....And each little piggy that went to the
market!....That's a good boy!..Now the teenie weenie little piggy!"

She didn't like how he was kissing her toes so she cupped him again with her
foot, and ordered, "Make it nicer, boy!...That's better!.....Now, give all the
little piggies a bath!...Deeper....Deeper!"

Tommy's eyes bulged out wide as half her dainty little foot was inside his
mouth. As he started to swallow the saliva that was running down his throat
and tasted her foot, tears began to run down his cheeks from the shame he had
to endure.

As she made him suck on her one foot, her other foot started to caress the
side of his face.

"Is the big bad junior crying," she asked.

"Flummnnnn Groemmmn!" Tommy tried to say with half Stacey's foot still in his
mouth and his tears still running down his cheeks.

At the moment, he was being a very good boy she thought as she felt his tongue
and his mouth work their magic. She felt feelings she had never experienced
before well up inside of her as she continued to debase the older boy.

Just then she heard her mothers voice.

"Stacie, bring Tommy down, they'll be leaving soon."

Sighing sadly, Stacie yelled back, "We'll be down in two minutes, no need for
you to come up."

After her statement, she had one further order for the boy, "Now, the other
foot!"

Tommy felt so strange being used in this manner. It was like his mind had left
his body and he had become an empty shell for a young girl's pleasure. He
wanted to cry out, he wanted to ask her to stop, and most of all he wanted her
to treat him with some dignity. It was like he was no longer a human, and that
his mind had retreated to some hidden place where she couldn't reach him.

After he had paid homage to her other foot and each toe in turn, she pulled
Tommy's head up, by the hair, so she could talk to him. His face was covered
in saliva.

"Good boy! she cooed, and then she patted his cheek affectionately.

Tommy looked a bit glassy-eyed so she didn't expect him to answer. Instead,
she added in a hurried tone, "We don't have much time for you to clean up, so
lets get cracking."

She got up and dragged the older boy, by the hair, to her bathroom and
hurriedly cleaned herself off with a moist hand towel. After wiping off her
toes and her feet, she wiped her under arms and then with an evil grin on her
face, stuck the wet towel into the back of her panties and wiped her butt
crack with it. Then still using the same towel, she roughly wiped Tommy's face
with it.

"Something for you to remember me buy," she told the thoroughly whipped boy."

In another minute they were both dressed and walking down the stairs.

"I was just about to come up there, young lady," her mother said a bit
testily.

"Sorry, we were playing risk," her daughter said politely.

"Who won?" her mother asked.

Stacey rolled her eyes and said an in an exasperated voice.

"I did!..I conquered his world."

Tommy listened with a very stoic look on his face. He seemed beyond caring. He
looked more like a robot than a happy teenage boy as he stood stiffly next to
Stacie towering over the petite girl who seemed to be totally in charge. His
father wasn't much more responsive. Ellen had her arm around his neck keeping
his body close to hers and bending him towards her massive breasts in a very
dominant manner.

Before Tom and his son walked out the door, Ellen kissed the father very
passionately once more and reminded him, "Don't forget to call me tonight."

Stacey gave Tommy a little more laid back kiss on the cheek for her mother's
benefit, and then she whispered to him softly, "Don't forget to give me your
lunch money tomorrow, and I'll be waiting for you, at the bus stop, after
school."

By this time both males accepted the news stoically, and as they walked out
the door and down the walk, Stacey turned to her mother, and asked, "Are you
going to marry him?"

As Ellen followed the cute older man down the walk with her eyes, she said
rather proudly, "I think so. He's just perfect for my needs."

Absorbing the news, Stacey asked another question.

"When they move in, can I keep Tommy in my room?"

Not turning towards her daughter, but continuing to watch the father and son
walk up the block, she said rather evenly, "If you keep your grades up, we'll
see."

As Tommy and his father walked stiffly up the block, Tommy turned to his dad
and asked calmly, "We're doomed aren't we, dad?"

Thomas Ryan looked at his son and said in an even calmer voice, "I think we
better start working out, son"

The End