Man of the House, part one

Jason was 19, a senior in high school, and a very horny young man. It wasn’t entirely his fault; his father had recently gotten engaged to a woman only a few years older than Jason himself, and she had two beautiful teenaged twin girls that loved teasing him unmercifully. Even Lisa, their mother, enjoyed flirting with the handsome young man when her fiancée was at work in the City, several hours commute away. All three of them would parade around the house in lacy negligees, wearing little or nothing under them, and enjoying the sight of his bulging boxers as he tried not to look at them.

This morning was no different. Jason was up early, getting himself breakfast before school. He usually jogged to school; it was only a few miles from his house. The twins usually slept in and took the bus. He poured milk on his Cornflakes, then dug his spoon into it for a big bite as his father crossed the room, wearing his usual suit and tie. He picked up his briefcase at the door, then turned and smiled.

“Good luck at the Meet this afternoon, son.” he said. “Sorry I’m going to miss it; got a big meeting this afternoon with a prospective new client. If I get this account, I’m sure to get a raise at the end of the Quarter, and maybe they’ll finally come through with that Partnership they’ve been hinting at.”

“Yeah, Dad, good luck on that. I know how much it means to you. Do a good job on it, and I’m sure they’ll kick down.”

“Uh, yeah, whatever.” said his dad, lamely. He could never quite keep up with teenager parlance. He went out, got in his car, and Jason heard him drive off.

A few bites of his cereal later, he saw Lisa come into the room, wearing the flimsiest of lingerie he’d ever seen her wear. It was obvious that she was nude under it, and he could see just about everything through the sheer silk.

“Did your father leave already?” she asked, seeing the man’s briefcase gone. Jason just nodded, staring at his cereal. He was fully hard in his shorts, and was embarrassed that she might see him looking at her. “Damn, he forgot to kiss me goodbye.” she pouted. “I was hoping he’d kiss me a lot, this morning, too.” she said. “Guess WHERE I wanted him to kiss me, Jason.” she said, coyly. She struck a pose for him as he blushed. Not being able to help himself, he glanced up at her , and saw that she was rubbing her pussy under the gauzy material of her peignoir.

“Oh, man, do you have to do that right in front of me?” he asked, a pained expression on his face. “I’m trying to eat.”

“Why, Jason, I do believe you’re SHY!” she crowed at him, coming closer. She gasped and raised a hand to her mouth. It was the hand that had been in her crotch, he noticed. She giggled and pointed with the other. “What’s that hiding in your shorts, young man? Oh, it’s moving! Is it a mouse?” She giggled again. “Do you have a mouse in your shorts, Jason?

“It’s not a mouse.” he said, pushing away his bowl and standing up. “It’s more like a dog.”

She backed up a little, seeing the look in his eyes. “A– a dog?” she whispered, backing up even more as he advanced on her.

“That’s right.” he confirmed. “And you know what dogs do?” The counter hit her backside and she could go no further. He came right up to her, looking her right square in the eyes the whole way.

“N-no.” she said, thoroughly cowed before him. He was a good 6” taller than she, and his shoulders were intimidatingly wide in front of her. He could smell her sex, wet and ready. He put his hands on her waist, pulling her hot little body tight against his. He was wearing only his shorts, leaving his torso bare, as well as his legs, and he could feel her nipples like pebbles burning into his chest, and the smoothness of her legs against his.

“Dogs chase pussy.” he said, grinding his cock into her belly. She struggled in his grasp, suddenly realizing that she shouldn’t have teased him quite so hard. It was his father she loved, but she saw so much of him in the son, she couldn’t resist herself.

“Jason, you’ve got to let me go.” she gasped. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have started this. Please, let me go?”

He didn’t answer her; he just lowered his hips a little and let her feel his hardness press up against the length of her soaking wet slit, rubbing it up and down over and over again. Her breath caught in her throat, and despite herself, she could feel her thighs parting slightly.

“You like that, don’t you.” he said, reaching down and pulling her right knee up and draped it around his waist.

His cock swelled and the tip of it poked out the top of his shorts. He could feel it sliding between the puffy outer lips of her labia, and his precum mixed with her copious juices. His hand slid from her hip and went to the front of his shorts, pushing the front of them down, and freeing his cock, which stood out proudly from his groin.

She shook her head as she felt it sliding along her slit, and knew it was bare flesh touching her most secret place now.

“Oh, God, Jason, NO!!” she begged. “Please, don’t do this! I’m so sorry; I’ll never tease you again, I promise!”

“Why should I stop?” he asked. “I’ve got you right where you wanted to be. Right?” He took himself in hand and rubbed the head of over her clit several times, causing her to buck her hips up at him. Her eyes were closed; her bottom lip caught in her teeth. She eyes flew open in panic as she felt it slide lower and hover at the opening to her innermost self. She knew he was one thrust away from having her.

“Oh, God, Jason, we can’t!” she sobbed. “Let go of me this instant! Oh, God, your father!”

Jason pushed himself away from her, leaving her to sink to her knees, sobbing. “Don’t ever come on to me like that again!” he ordered, stuffing his cock back in his shorts. “Not unless you want me to finish what I almost did just now.”

She looked up at him, tears streaming, and nodded. Her eyes fell to his groin and the obvious bulge there. He went right up to her once again, standing over her. She was still staring at his groin.

“You’re fascinated by it, aren’t you?” he asked, softly. “You want it, huh?” He rubbed his hand over it through his shorts. “If you want to see it, take it out. Have a look at what almost went inside you just now.”

“I… no, I…” she whispered. Her hands came together at her bosom, clasped tightly, but her eyes were locked on his crotch. She licked her lips nervously. “I… we can’t! What will your father say?”

He laughed. “I’m not going to tell him!” Jason laughed. “Are you?” She shook her head, looking up at him with expressionfull eyes.

“Then how will he ever find out?” He laughed again, looking down at her. “It’s okay, get it out and look at me. I know you want to.”

She dropped her eyes back down to it, and slowly reached up and slipped her fingers into the waistband of his red jogging shorts. They were made of terry material, and the elastic waistband was really easy to pull down. Soon, he was stepping out of them as she lowered them to the floor. She was looking down as she did, and when they were off, she raised her face back up to look at what he had.
It was at least 11” long, and several inches thick, much bigger than his father, who was rather modestly endowed. She licked her lips again, staring at it like it was a snake.

“I… it’s huge!” she whispered. “It’s the biggest one I’ve ever seen!” She sat back on her haunches a little, getting her face away from it some more.

Jason had other plans, tho. He took her head in both his hands and drew her closer, a lot closer.

“Come on, Lisa, you know you want to suck it. “ he said, groaning as it brushed past her cheek. “I saw you licking your lips just at the thought of it. Come on, give me some relief!”

“No, Jason, I… I’ve never!” she said, panicked. “Please, just let me go! I’m sorry I ever started this!”

“Goddam it!” he cursed, seeing that she really wasn’t going to do it. “You tease my Dad like this? Do you?”

She was sobbing again and shook her head as he angrily put his shorts back on. She saw him turn and head for the upstairs.

“Where… where are you going?” she asked, nervously. Both her daughters were up there.

“I’m going to go take a cold shower, and if that doesn’t work, I’m going to blast half a load of babies down the drain.” he said. “I can’t go running with a boner like this!”

“Jason, I’m… I’m so sorry.” she said, fresh tears welling up.

“Yeah, well, maybe you’ll think about how it makes me feel before you go flaunting yourself like that again.” he said harshly. “Fucking tease.” He left the room as she began sobbing again, still sitting on the floor where he’d left her.

Upstairs, he went into his bathroom and saw Ashley in there, wearing just a T-Shirt as she applied make-up in his mirror. She was freshly showered, he saw, as her hair was still wet. He looked in the mirror and could clearly see her nipples showing darkly through the wet white cotton T. Also, she wasn’t wearing panties, and her bare ass was sticking out as she bent forward.

“Dammit, Ashley, what have I told you about using my bathroom?” he said quietly.