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When Jake arrived for dinner at Madison’s house on Saturday evening, he didn’t know what to expect.
He had begun to convince himself that he had misinterpreted what had happened at the supermarket. Surely Madison’s mother, Natasha, hadn’t been… what? Hitting on him? Surely she hadn’t squeezed his ass? It must have been an accidental brushing of her hand, surely.
And when Natasha Calderay opened the front door to him, he was willing to believe that he could have misinterpreted things. Yes, she was attractive… no, in truth she was sexy. She was wearing makeup, and her blouse did emphasise the size and shape of her large breasts – but in an entirely appropriate way.
“Good evening, Mrs Calderay,” said Jake, awkwardly.
“Oh, you can call me Natasha, Jake,” said Madison’s mother. And then she winked, and said, “Actually, you can call me whatever names you like.”
What the fuck did that mean? Jake was immediately lost, again, in social currents he didn’t fully understand.
“Madison, your cousin is here,” called out Natasha, as she led Jake towards the dining room. Madison immediately appeared in a doorway, and…
Actually, Jake almost didn’t recognise her at first. Because she was wearing a dress.
Not jeans and a flannelette shirt, but an actual dress. It was green, and it had a neckline – exposing the upper slopes of Madison’s gorgeous tits – and it hugged her body in a very flattering way.
Had Madison… dressed up for Jake? The thought was somehow more erotic than any speculation about Natasha Calderay’s breasts.
“Hi Jake,” she said – almost shyly, for a wonder.
“Hi yourself,” said Jake, and then realising that something more was required – that he wanted something more – he stepped forward and embraced her.
“You look gorgeous,” he said, loudly – and then he leaned in, and whispered in her ear.
“Good girl.”
The deep, confused, and proud blush he saw on her face when he released her was all the confirmation he needed that he had said the right thing.
“Oh, you young folk,” laughed Natasha, leading them both on to the dining room – where Jake was surprised to find another woman waiting. She was a redhead, like Natasha and Madison, and maybe Madison’s age or a little older, but the shade of her red hair was a little darker, and she didn’t have quite so close a family resemblance. She was thinner, and her bust was more petite. Her cheekbones were higher, and her lips had a pouty look to them.
“This is Margaret. She’s your – ah, I guess second cousin, Jake,” said Natasha. “The daughter of my cousin Daphne. She’s come to stay with us for a little while.”
Margaret looked up at Jake, without rising from her seat at the dinner table. “It’s nice to meet you, Jake,” she said. “Madison and Natasha have been telling me about you. You’re just as handsome as they said.”
It was a strange way for someone to greet a cousin they’d never met. Jake felt even more lost. He didn’t really know his father’s cousins, or their families, and he wasn’t sure if he’d ever heard of Margaret before. She was pretty enough, certainly, but there was something odd in her mannerisms that made Jake feel uncomfortable.
On instinct, he reached out towards Margaret with the Leash – but he encountered a wall. It was only to be expected, really, that Margaret might have the Leash, just like Madison and her mother.
And yet, this wall seemed… different, somehow.
“It’s nice to meet you, Margaret,” Jake said politely.
Natasha was bustling around the room, making minor adjustments to the plates and cutlery laid out on the table.
“Now, we’re having a roast chicken tonight,” she said, “with gravy and potatoes, and then afterwards we’ll have…”
She looked suddenly distraught and slapped her forehead.
“The pie!” she exclaimed. “Oh, I’m such a silly, we were supposed to have apple pie, but I forgot to buy one. Madison, dearest, do you think you could quickly pop down the supermarket and pick one up? And some custard, sweet, if you don’t mind.”
Madison looked awkward. “I’m not exactly dressed for the shops, mom…” she objected.
“You look lovely, don’t be silly,” said Natasha. “Go on, it will only take ten minutes, and then we can all settle in for dinner.”
Madison dithered a moment, and then snatched up a purse and car keys from a side table.
“I’ll be right back,” she said. “No telling Jake embarrassing stories about me, okay, mom?”
Natasha laughed. “Not even one or two? No, I’m joking, dear, of course I won’t. Hurry back.”
She watched as Madison left – and as soon as the front door had closed, with Madison on the other side, she turned to Jake. It was a motion so swift it felt almost whip-like.
“She’s quite the little treat, isn’t she?” Natasha said. “Tell me, Jake – have you two fucked yet?”
Jake’s mouth fell open. “Ah… I… uh…”
“It’s okay if you have,” said Natasha. “My daughter needs a bit of fucking, honestly. A mother can always tell. You wouldn’t know it, but she’s quite submissive under all that bluster. Well, maybe you do know it, Jake. I imagine she’s been up late many nights, rubbing her pussy and imagining you holding her down and violating her.”
Jake’s eyes flicked to Margaret, still sitting at the table. She showed no reaction to what Natasha was saying. She looked disinterested. Jake looked back at Natasha.
“Ah… may I ask where your husband is, Mrs Calderay?” he gasped.
“I told you to call me Natasha, Jake,” she said. “Although you can call me slut or bitch if it turns you on. I don’t mind. Maybe not in front of Madison – not quite yet – but when we’re alone. And you don’t have to worry about Keith. He’s away on business. He’s been away quite a bit recently, and I expect him to be away even more in future. It’s just you and me and Margaret.”
She put a hand on Jake’s chest, and pushed him back against a wall.
“Now – have you fucked my daughter yet?” she asked again.
“N… no,” stuttered Jake.
“It’s all right,” said Natasha. “I know you want to. I may not be able to penetrate that Leash-wielder wall of yours, but I’ve been practising with my own powers for a very long time, and I assure you that I can see the shape of your sexuality, even if I can’t touch it. And you are a teenager, of course, and the sexuality of teenagers is so very loud.”
She giggled at Jake’s shocked expression.
“Madison did tell you I had the Leash, didn’t she?” Natasha said. “Don’t worry, she didn’t say anything to me about you, but she hardly needed to. I’ve been able to feel it every time you’ve exercised your power since your 18th birthday, and it’s not as if there are other young men in our family here in town who it could have been. I saw Madison hanging around you, and made the assumption that she’d taken you well in hand.”
She moved closer to Jake, her tits near his chest, her face near his. And with one hand she reached down and stroked his crotch. She found the shape of his erect cock straining against his pants, and she curled her fingers around it, making Jake gasp.
“Am I right, Jake?” she said. “Does my daughter have you… well in hand?”
She squeezed his dick.
“Mrs Calderay, this isn’t appropriate,” said Jake. “Please…”
“Don’t pretend you don’t want it, Jake,” said Natasha. “Remember? I can see your lust. There’s nothing you’d like more right now than for me to pull down your pants and pump that teen cock of yours until you cum.”
Jake made a gurgling sound. She was correct, in the sense that his cock very much wanted her to keep squeezing it. But she was wrong in that his lust was all that she could see – but it wasn’t all of him. This wasn’t right – not just morally, but as a matter of reality. Something was weird about this, and he didn’t want it if he didn’t understand it. But more than that, he knew that Madison would absolutely not be okay with this, and that mattered far more to him than having this buxom MILF milk his cock.
“Madison…” he began.
“Yes,” said Natasha, squeezing his cock again. “You should be thinking about Madison. Because it’s important that I think you’re a good match for Madison. She needs a strong man to dominate her, who treats women the way they deserve. And if I don’t think you’re that man – if, for instance, you turn out to be a whiny little tattletale bitch” –
She gave Jake’s balls a sudden squeeze, and he made a high-pitched sound.
- “then I would need to make sure that you’re not a bad influence on Madison. I don’t want to Leash my daughter, Jake, but I absolutely can. A mother knows how to cut through her daughter’s shields. And if giving her a fetish for hating you, or being cruel to you, or avoiding you, is what it takes to ensure she’s not saddled with someone inappropriate for her, then that’s what I’ll have to do.”
With that, she leaned in – and kissed Jake on the mouth.
He made muffled sounds, wishing that her lips didn’t feel so good – so warm, and so soft. Wishing that he couldn’t feel her tits crushing against his chest. Wishing that she wasn’t still squeezing his cock as she kissed him.
When the kiss was over she smiled, and whispered, “Remember. Not one word to Madison. Now call me a stupid bitch, tell me I deserve to be raped, and command me to expose my tits, and I’ll let you go.”
Jake took a deep breath. She was still holding his cock. And she was serious.
“You stupid fucking bitch,” he growled – and he found that he meant it. He was angry at Natasha for manipulating him, for taking advantage of him – and most of all for threatening Madison. “You deserve to be raped. Now show me your tits.”
“Yes, sir,” said Natasha. She let go of his dick, and then lifted both of her breasts out of her blouse.
They were stunning.
She let him look at them for a few moments, and then put them away.
As if nothing had happened, she walked back towards the table.
“Oh, Jake?” she said casually, as she walked. “You should know that your cousin Margaret here is quite the slut for cock. She used to think she was a lesbian, but she’s developed a taste for dick recently. As it turns out, you can do absolutely anything to her that you want – slap her, rape her, call her names – and she’ll let you do it. She’ll never tell anyone, and she’ll never resist. Isn’t that very special?”
Jake was still against the wall, breathing heavily.
“Why don’t you give your cousin a little slap on the face and call her a cunt, Jake?” said Natasha. “Just to show me you’re the right kind of man for your daughter.”
There was a threat buried in those words – a threat about what she might do if he wasn’t the right kind of man for Madison.
Jake had no choice. He approached Margaret.
When she looked up at him, Jake slapped her across the face.
“You’re a cunt, Margaret,” he said.
There was a red mark on her face where he’d slapped her, but she was smiling.
“Thank you, sir,” she said. “I’ll try and be a better cunt in future.”
“You know, you can take your cock out and put it in her mouth right now, and she’ll suck it,” added Natasha. “Why don’t you…”
But at that moment there was the sound of a key in the front door, and the front door opening.
“I’m home!” called out Madison from the hallway.
“Ah, excellent,” said Natasha, the seductive smile vanishing instantly from her face as she returned to the perfect image of a domestic mother. “Well, then. Let’s have some dinner, shall we?”
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