Chapter 5

John left and went to his next interview. Craig mulled over what he had been told, hardly noticing the figures he was working with on his computer. It was a long day. He wanted to get home to Gretchen, his wife. They had married last year and he had finally got her trained properly. He might be a peon here in the office, but he was a Master at home.

Arriving home at 6:00 that evening with some flowers in hand, Craig opened the door knowing what he would find. His Gretchen was sitting on her thighs, naked, with her hands lying upon her legs and her eyes looking downward. He touched her hair which allowed her to look up into his eyes with all of her love and devotion. She waited to be spoken to.

"Little pet, I'm tired now. I brought you some flowers. You've been a good pet for so long that you deserve them. Now go into the bathroom and wait for me."

"Yes, Master. Thank you so much for the flowers. I'm so lucky to have you."

Craig went into the bedroom and disrobed. He glanced at his body in the full mirror covering one whole wall. He liked what he saw. He and John had followed their mother in one way at least. They had kept themselves healthy and in great shape. His prick was flaccid now, but it would soon be hard and ready for his pet.

Walking into the bathroom he found Gretchen kneeling on a rug near the walk-in shower. He again caressed her red hair and she looked up into his eyes and smiled. As he walked into the shower she rose and followed him. He turned on the shower, set the temperature, and then waited. Gretchen began massaging and cleaning his body with a large soapy sponge. She paid particular attention to his cock and ass hole. These were her favorite spots. His too. When he was thoroughly cleaned she again knelt before him. His prick was upright.

"You may worship my cock, pet."

With that word she began fondling his balls with one hand and stroking his dick with the other, keeping her eyes on his, begging to be told she was a good pet. She was. He caressed her long hair and she smiled and then started licking his prick up and down the shaft. Slowly, the way he liked it. He loved the way she sucked cock. He had trained her well. She was happy and so was he.

He was nearing the point where he would ejaculate into her face, but he wanted to fuck something instead.

"That's the perfect pet. Now lean against the wall. Master wants to fuck you."

"Thank you, Master. I love to be fucked. Please be rough with me. Please?"

"Take what I give you, pet. I'll fuck you the way you need to be fucked. I'll decide."

With that, he held his cock in one hand and spread the cheeks of her ass with the other. He placed his dick in her ass hole and rammed it in with one hard thrust. She cried out in pain and lust and begged him to fuck her harder. Gretchen loved it rough. Craig didn't mind. He just loved fucking his submissive wife.

He grabbed her long red hair and jerked her head back while he kept a hand on her neck. With hard stroke after hard stroke, he screwed her ass as she kept moaning with pleasure. He knew she was coming, but he had always enjoyed making her come. That was a pleasure for him. He was thinking it would be a pleasure to make his mother beg to be fucked too.

Craig filled her ass with his spurts of come. He rammed her as long as he had come to give her and then pulled out abruptly so that he could watch the creamy goo ooze out of her bunghole. He wiped it up with his hand and feed it to Gretchen. She gobbled it up eagerly. He liked that. They finished washing up and then went into the bedroom to dress. They were dining out tonight.

That same evening John and Sylvia were dining in. They had lots to talk about. John didn't let on that he had told Craig anything. The brothers were very close. They always had been a team, making up for the lack of love in the family by being best buddies. Sibling rivalry was never part of their life. But now John was discovering what he had missed, and hoping to make up for lost time, as was Sylvia. It surprised her how much she cared for her sons, now that she had allowed her emotions to escape and be freely expressed. She couldn't keep her hands off of her son, continually touching his hand or arm or leg. Sometimes even caressing his cheek, with a smile.

"Mother, I have to go out of town this Sunday. One of the places I interviewed with has given me a callback, but they want me to interview with another group about 200 miles away. So that means I need to get there on Sunday to prepare and be fresh on Monday morning. I can drive back in the afternoon and get home Monday evening fairly early. I'll leave here around noon on Sunday."

"That sounds wonderful for you John. I'm sure this is a positive thing. You'll get that job, I just know it. Anyway, I was going to invite Craig and Gretchen over for a luncheon on Sunday. I think it's time I talked to Craig as I spoke to you. He needs to know the truth too."

John didn't bother to let his mother know Craig already knew. He'd let his mother tell it in her way. He just wished he could be here to see how Craig took it. Craig had always felt more abandoned by Mother than he had. He was sure things would go well. His love and respect for Mother was growing every day. And he looked forward to a night of frolic. He could smell his mother's sexual juices right now. Both of them had been aroused throughout the dinner.