"See you, Mom. I'm heading out to the mall with Carol and Joan," Stacey hollered as she headed for the back door. "Oh hey, Greg. I didn't hear you come in. Got anything planned for today?" Stacey asked as she entered the kitchen.
"Nah. Just dropped in for some breakfast. Probably head over to the basketball courts this afternoon to shoot some hoops," replied Greg with a grin.
"Alright. I'll see you later. Have fun." Stacey waved goodbye as she ran out the door.
It was the first week of summer vacation. Stacey and Greg had just finished grade 11 and were looking forward to a relaxing summer before starting grade 12. They had known each other their entire lives, and, until the last few years, had been best of friends. They were still close, but over time had begun to drift slowly apart as their interests, and friends, took them in different directions. It hadn't always been that way.
Stacey Clark was an only child and lived with her mother. She never knew her father, since he had passed away when she was only 1 year old. Around that time, Greg Adams and his family had moved in next door. Since Greg was only a year older than Stacey, they became instant friends. They did everything together, including going to the same school. However, when Greg was 10 years old, his parents fell on hard times and were forced to sell the house, and move to another part of town. Greg and Stacey's friendship continued, but as they entered puberty, things began to slowly change. Through that period, Stacey developed into a beautiful woman. Though she only stood 5'3" tall and weighed 115lbs, she proportionately was well built. She had wavy shoulder length auburn hair with dark almond colored eyes. Her high cheekbones and cute little nose topped with a few freckles gave her that 'girl next door' innocent appearance. Apart from her height, her measurements were those of a model. She had perfectly shaped breasts which fit neatly into a 'B' cup bra followed by a slender firm waist and perfectly rounded ass, held up by a pair of slender shapely legs. All in all, she was a gorgeous package.
Greg developed as well, but not nearly as pronounced as Stacey. He grew to 5'11" tall and weighed 175lbs. He had short dirty blond hair, brown eyes and average facial features. His body was toned, but not overly muscular. The best thing you could say about him was that he was average. Not overly good at any one thing.
As they came into puberty, Greg's feelings for Stacey began to change. He took notice of the beautiful woman she was becoming, and developed strong feelings for her. He was too shy, though, to let her know how he was feeling, and so continued to watch her from the sidelines, as they slowly drifted apart. His feelings for her became an obsession, as the years passed and the distance continued to grow. They were still good friends and saw each other practically every day, but it became more and more difficult for Greg, as he watched her date other boys. Stacey's mom was like a second mom for Greg, and she welcomed him in their home anytime. He would often just walk in, sit down at the kitchen table, and her mom would make him some something to eat. He was like another member of the family. Mrs. Clark didn't mind, since she knew Greg's parents were still having financial and marital difficulties. So Greg would look for every opportunity to get out of the house, and away from that situation.
Greg's obsession with Stacey took a dark turn, as he began to conspire for ways to get information on her, and, hopefully, get her to notice and start taking an interest in him. He devised a plan which, he hoped, would give him some form of leverage to use against her. Two days ago, while hanging out at the Clark residence, watching some TV, he put this plan into action. He slipped onto their computer, while Stacey was out with some friends, and Mrs. Clark was in the kitchen cooking supper. Greg quickly installed the invisible 'key logger' program he had brought with him on a memory stick. The program was designed to silently log all keystrokes made by the user, and would also take periodic screen shots and then e-mail the entire package, every 5 minutes, to his e-mail address. All of this would happen in the background, without the user ever being aware.
The first night was rather unremarkable, and mostly involved Stacey talking with her girlfriends, on MSN Messenger, about their plans for the upcoming weekend, but the next night something happened, which was so unexpected and unbelievable, that it set in motion an event which went way beyond anything Greg had ever imagined possible. After eating supper at the Clark's again, Greg indicated that he was not feeling well and was going to go home and head to bed early. He of course ran home and quickly logged onto his computer expecting Stacey to get on again and begin talking with her friends. However, unbeknownst to him, Stacey had got a last minute call from one of her girlfriends asking if she wanted to come over for the night to watch a couple of movies with the girls.
After about a half hour had passed, Greg's account began to receive e-mails from the key logger program. As he began to read through the first e-mail, Greg was beside himself with excitement. The e-mail showed that Stacey was Googling pornographic websites - specifically sites which catalogued and stored sex stories. As he checked the screenshots and the text which was being typed into the search bar, he found that she was looking for stories which dealt with S&M, dominance and submission, bondage and humiliation. The next e-mail had a screenshot of the story that she was apparently reading, since the next several e-mails all had screenshots of the same story, just pages later. Greg hastily typed in the website information and quickly navigated to the story in question. The story was entitled "My Pet Teacher" and was about a young female teacher who got blackmailed into submission by one of her grade 12 students. The story described numerous sexual acts which were designed to punish and humiliate the teacher. The story was hot and was a tremendous turn-on for Greg. He had never really considered going that far, but the thought of it intrigued him.
As the e-mails continued to come in Greg saw that Stacey had moved on to another story called "The Making of an Office Slut" which dealt with a female office executive, who was also blackmailed into submission by her secretary and was forced into performing various sexually degrading, painful, and humiliating acts. As he read through the second story, Greg couldn't help but begin to masturbate as he imagined Stacey doing the same thing as she read through the story.
After having an explosive orgasm into one of his discarded sweat socks, Greg saw that Stacey had moved on and was now Googling sites which had free sex pictures for viewing. Many of the photos showed women, in various states of bondage, being clamped, whipped, spanked, or cum on. Other pictures showed women on their knees gagging on massive cocks, which filled their mouths and throats, all eventually getting cum facials. Yet others had women getting gang banged by numerous men, filling all of their orifices at once.
Greg was floored. He had never expected this!!! On a whim, Greg grabbed the phone and dialed Stacey's number, hoping to catch her in an awkward moment.
"Hello."
"Oh hi, Mrs. C. Can I talk with Stacey please?" Greg asked Mrs. Clark.
"No, I'm sorry. Greg, but soon after you left, Stacey got a call from Carol asking if she wanted to come over and watch some movies. She left soon after you did," Mrs. Clark replied.
After a moment's pause, Greg asked, "So, you're the only one home right now?"
"Yes, that's right. It's just been me this evening. Was there something I can help you with Greg?" Mrs. Clark asked politely.
"Umm.....no that's fine Mrs. C. I'll talk to Stacey tomorrow," Greg quickly replied.
"Alright then, good night, Greg."
"Goodnight, Mrs. C." Greg slowly hung up the phone and continued to stare at the receiver for several minutes. This was a curve ball he certainly hadn't expected.
For the first time, Greg began to think about Mrs. Clark in a very different way. He had never really noticed before but she was really just an older version of Stacey. She had gotten pregnant with Stacey just after her 16th birthday, so that meant she was only 34 years old right now. 'Not really that old at all,' he thought to himself. Strange he had never noticed before. She was a couple of inches taller than Stacey, but from what he could see through the slightly baggy clothing she always wore, her figure was very similar to Stacey's. She had slightly longer, straighter and darker colored hair than Stacey, but had the exact same eyes and facial features.
Reading through the stories again, a plan began to take shape in Greg's mind. If he couldn't have Stacey, maybe he could have her mother instead.
The next morning, Greg got up early and headed over to the Clark's. He let himself in, as he always did, and sat at the kitchen table reading the paper. He had a hard time focusing on the words on the page and found his mind constantly wandering back to the plan he had formulated last night. When Stacey walked into the kitchen, hollering to her mother that she was heading out to the mall with her friends, Greg hardly noticed her, he was so deep in thought.
When she asked him a question, he found he had to struggle to focus on her and come up with an answer. He managed to blurt out something about going to shoot hoops, and was actually glad when she left it at that and ran out the door with a quick wave. Now he was home alone with her mom and could start to put his plan into action.
He continued to sit at the table and pretend to read the paper until he heard Mrs. Clark enter.
"Oh, hi, Greg."
"Hi, Mrs. C. Did you have a good night last night?" Greg asked very pointedly, staring intently at her. She was wearing another one of her bland, baggy sweaters and a pair of unflattering pants. Greg realized that in the entire time he had known her, he could never recall seeing her in anything else.
Looking at Greg with an odd expression on her face, she hesitantly replied, "Umm....yes I did, thank you."
After a pause, "would you like some breakfast, Greg?"
"Yes, that would be fine, Mrs. C," Greg replied, still looking intently at her.
As she turned and busied herself at the stove, Greg gathered his thoughts and tried to muster the courage to proceed with his plan, praying a silent prayer that it would work. When a few minutes had passed, he reached out and intentionally knocked over his glass of milk spilling it onto the floor by his feet.
Hearing the accident, Mrs. Clark spun around to see what had happened. Seeing that it was just a bit of spilt milk, she began to walk towards the closet to retrieve the mop.
"No, Mrs. C., don't use that. Use this," Greg quickly replied holding up a dish towel he had conveniently placed on the table next to the milk.
Without even thinking about it, Mrs. Clark changed directions and walked over to the table to take the cloth from Greg's outstretched hands. If she hadn't had such a sleepless night last night, because her thoughts had been plagued with images from the stories and pictures, she probably would have thought it odd that Greg didn't clean up the mess himself.
She dropped the cloth on the spilt milk and was going to use her foot to move it around, but Greg spoke up again. "No, Mrs. C. You should get down on your hands and knees to clean it up. It's the only way to make sure you do a good job," he said with a touch of authority in his voice.
Responding as if she was in a fog, Mrs. Clark slowly dropped to her knees at Greg's feet and began to, hesitantly, clean up the mess. Greg felt energized, having Stacey's mom kneeling at his feet cleaning up after him. He knew he had to proceed carefully from here or else he would risk blowing it all.
As she continued to work, Greg began in a conversational tone of voice, "you know Mrs. C., I was reading somewhere that a proper and decent woman wears a blouse and a skirt. You are a proper and decent woman aren't you, Mrs. C.?" Greg asked, again staring at her intently.
Sensing his intent gaze, and confused about the strange feelings running rampant through her, as she knelt at his feet, Mrs. Clark began to color slightly at the cheeks and could not look him in the eyes. Her thoughts were jumbled and she had a difficult time formulating a response. When she realized he expected her to answer, she finally managed to mumble, "Yes.......I guess so."
Sensing her confusion and weakness, Greg pressed the attack. "Well, if you are indeed a 'proper and decent woman', then shouldn't you also dress in that fashion?" he asked.
Head still bowed and turning a deeper red, Mrs. Clark stuttered, "well....I.....it's just......I.......I guess so."
"Well alright then. It's settled. Next time I see you, you should be dressed that way," Greg replied amicably, sensing a win. "I think you got it all cleaned up now Mrs. C. You can get up now."
Flushed deep red, Mrs. Clark rose on unsteady legs and walked back over to the stove, to continue cooking breakfast. For the rest of the meal, Greg acted as if nothing had happened and talked about various topics like school, sports, and local events.
Once he had finished eating, he informed Mrs. Clark, "I'm going to head out to the school to shoot some hoops, but would like to drop by for supper, if that's alright with you?"
Having regained some of her composure, and feeling more at ease with the rest of the conversation she had with Greg, she readily replied, "certainly Greg. You know you are always welcome here."
"Thanks, Mrs. C. I gotta go now." Greg waved goodbye as he headed for the back door. As he stepped outside he took a deep breath to steady himself and prayed that the suggestion he had planted in her would take root and come to fruition later on.
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It was late in the afternoon and nearing suppertime, when Greg finally decided to head back for supper. He had sort of wandered aimlessly for most of the day, trying to waste as much time as he could, shooting hoops, hanging out at the mall, and heading down to the skate park, prior to heading back to the Clark's.
As he walked up the back steps, Greg's stomach was roiling with anxiety and fear, since he did not know what he was going to find when he walked into the house. The first thing he noticed was the smell of supper cooking in the oven. That was certainly a good sign. As he entered the kitchen he saw Mrs. Clark standing over the stove, stirring something in a pot. She was wearing a black skirt with a white blouse!!!
Greg was ecstatic. His suggestion to Mrs. Clark, this morning, had sunk in and she had complied. He could now see her figure much more clearly. It looked even better than he had imagined. Like Stacey, she had nice thin shapely legs and a beautifully curved ass. Her breasts were slightly larger than Stacey's, but looked just as firm. Greg could feel his cock beginning to stir in his pants as he imagined Mrs. Clark standing naked in front of him.
Since her back was to the door, Mrs. Clark had not heard Greg enter. After looking her up and down several more times, Greg cleared his throat and said nonchalantly, "hi Mrs. C."
Turning her head, Mrs. Clark smiled and replied, "Oh, hi Greg. You're just in time. Supper will be ready in 15 minutes. Stacey is just upstairs getting changed, if you want to have a seat for a few minutes."
As Greg sat at the table, he could see that it had already been set, and, fortunately, the milk was already on the table. Taking a deep breath, Greg filled his glass up and then casually knocked it over, once again spilling its contents onto the floor at his feet. "Oh my, I'm sorry Mrs. C, I did it again," he said with a wistful smile.
"Oh, that's alright Greg." She began to head toward the closet again, but then suddenly remembered the events of the morning, and abruptly turned around, grabbed the dishcloth from the handle of the stove, and walked over to the table. Slowly sinking to her knees, Mrs. Clark began to clean up the mess in the manner which she had been instructed this morning.
With a smile, Greg pulled out his digital camera and quickly, without her noticing, snapped off a shot of her kneeling at his feet cleaning up the mess. From his vantage point, he could see a hint of flesh through the opening of her shirt. He could see Mrs. Clark was uncomfortable and was having a difficult time meeting his gaze.
"You know, Mrs. C, a decent and proper woman would not have so many buttons on her shirt done up. I think it best if you undo the top one," suggested Greg.
"Well......I.......don't think that's........" she stammered.
Cutting her off before she get any further in her protestations, Greg demanded "now Mrs. C. You do want to be a good role model for your daughter, don't you? You want to set a good example, right?"
"Well.......yes.......I suppose," she murmured, feeling a fog settle over her. A combination of the lack of sleep, and confusion over the strange feelings coursing through her body created confusion and uncertainty in her.
"Well, then quit arguing about it. If you delay any longer, then Stacey will be here and it will have to be 2 buttons undone," Greg replied authoritatively. He could sense her will breaking as she looked down at her shirt, and then, with shaking hands and red face, began to fumble with the top button of her blouse. Since she was distracted looking down at her button, Greg quickly snapped off another picture with his camera.
Once it was undone, Greg could see the cleft between the mounds of her breasts and the white lacy bra she was wearing much more clearly.
'There you go, Mrs. C. I think you got it all cleaned up. Thanks," he said quickly stashing the camera back into his front shirt pocket.
Again, with shaking legs, Mrs. Clark rose and went back to the stove to continue cooking the supper. Greg was very pleased with himself, since things were going exactly as he had planned. He couldn't believe his good fortune. In his mind, he had imagined everything going wrong, at every step, and never being able to reach the prize, at the end of the tunnel, but, now, it was almost within reach.
Almost as if on cue, Stacey walked into the kitchen moments later, bringing with her a magical scent of perfume and flowers. With a big smile she said "Hi Greg. Good to see you again. How was your day?"
"Oh, it's been pretty good. It's nice just to relax and not worry about school and stuff. How was yours?" he asked.
"Awesome. The mall was packed and there was a truckload of sales going on," she replied enthusiastically.
"Stacey, honey, supper will be ready in 10 minutes," Mrs. Clark interjected.
"Oh, I'm sorry mom. I'm heading to the early show with Carol and Joan. I gotta run. I hope you don't mind?" she asked.
"Uh.....no I suppose that's OK. Make sure you grab something to eat there then. Don't just fill up on popcorn, alright?" she admonished.
"OK, mom," she replied sheepishly.
"See ya, Greg," she hollered as she ran out the door.
"Well, I guess it's just going to be you and me for supper, Greg," Mrs. Clark announced.
"I guess so." Putting a serious look on his face, Greg pressed on with the plan. "You know, Mrs. C., you really didn't set a good example for your daughter this evening. You knew the right thing to do, yet you procrastinated and stalled in doing it. Was this how you want your daughter to act, Mrs. C?" Greg demanded.
"Well........no. Of course not, Greg." she replied.
"Then, you do realize that there are going to be consequences for your inappropriate behavior?"
"But.....I.......it's just......." she stammered.
"Now stop, Mrs. C," Greg hollered, slamming his hand down on the table with a resounding crack, startling her into silence. "I think you've dug a deep enough hole for yourself. You don't want to make it any worse by continuing to argue. What would your daughter think if she could see you now, arguing like this," he said disdainfully.
Completely awash in confusion, Mrs. Clark bowed her head in defeat and muttered, "I'm sorry."
"As you should be Mrs. C., now as a consequence of your actions you are going to march into that bathroom," pointing to the one just off the kitchen, "and remove your bra and panties. You will then march back out here and hand them to me. Is that clear?" Greg demanded, raising his voice again for emphasis and to hopefully keep her off balance.
"But.....I......didn't mean to," she pleaded. Her thoughts were a jumbled mass of confusion. She didn't know what was happening anymore, or what to think, but her body seemed to have a mind of its own, and started responding without her even realizing it.
The next thing she knew, she was in the bathroom and had already removed her bra and was in the process of pulling down her panties. As she stepped out of them, she got a whiff of something and realized, with a shock, that it was the smell of her arousal. Looking at her panties, she could see the crotch was damp with her secretions.
"What's happening to me?" she asked herself. She couldn't come to grips with the feelings coursing through her and stimulating her private areas. Not only was her vagina dripping wet, but her nipples were rock hard, as they pressed against the thin fabric of the blouse. With a face as red as a beet, Mrs. Clark opened the door to the bathroom and hesitantly walked over to Greg. Without making eye contact, she dropped her bra and panties into his outstretched hand.
Greg casually placed the bundle of undergarments on the table beside his plate, where they both could see them. He hoped it would help to keep Mrs. Clark off balance, since the most daring part of his plan came next. He looked at Mrs. Clark and liked what he saw. He could clearly see the outline of Mrs. Clark's nipples, as they pressed against her blouse, and it only served to accentuate her breasts even more. He could feel his cock getting harder and harder, just looking at her.
"Now, Mrs. C., it's not that I don't trust you, you understand. But I would be remiss if I didn't, at least, confirm that you did as you were asked. It's not as if you've been well behaved to this point," Greg scolded.
Like a child, Mrs. Clark responded, "I'm sorry, Greg. I didn't mean to....I tried....."
"I know you did, Mrs. C., but I have to make sure you're telling me the truth. I need to know that you're serious about being a good role model for your daughter. You could have just given me an old pair of underwear you had lying around in the bathroom."
Mrs. Clark just hung her head in defeat. She didn't know if she could resist the urges in her body, even if she wanted to.
"Mrs. C., you WILL undo the buttons on your blouse and pull the material apart, so that I can confirm this for myself," Greg directed sternly. He held his breath in excited anticipation.
With only the slightest of hesitations, her body screaming for release, Mrs. Clark began to undo the remaining buttons of her blouse. Her face was still a deep red, and the blush was now making its way down her neck and onto her shoulders. Her head hung low as she found it completely impossible to look up and make any sort of eye contact with Greg. When at last she had them all undone, and with obviously shaking hands, she slowly pulled the material apart until both globes were completely visible to Greg.
"Very good, Mrs. C., we're almost done. Leave your shirt like that. Now, with both hands, you WILL grasp the sides of your skirt and slowly pull it up to your waist. That way, I will be able to confirm that you have done the right thing," Greg coaxed.
Not thinking it was possible, Mrs. Clark turned an even darker red as she began to plead, "please?" hoping to change Greg's mind.
"Just close your eyes, Mrs. C., and pretend I'm not even here. It'll be over before you even know it," he continued to coax.
Screwing her eyes tightly closed, Mrs. Clark left her shirt hanging open and reached down, grasping both sides of her skirt in each hand. As if her body had a mind of its own, she began to slowly pull the hem of her skirt up. Her juices were now flowing freely and small rivulets ran down the inside of her legs. She was sure that Greg would be able to see and smell her arousal now. She knew, deep down, she shouldn't be doing this, but she was so confused, and at a loss to explain what was happening to her. Her mind kept flashing back to the events in the stories she had read last night. She felt as if it was all just a dream, and that she would wake up soon and everything would be as it should.
While she was slowly pulling up her skirt, Greg grabbed his camera and began snapping pictures as she humiliated herself in front of him. As the hem continued to rise, her pussy mound finally came into sight. Greg could see that her hair color was natural as the pubes of her pussy were also dirty blond in color.
When she finally had the skirt completely bunched around her waist, Greg ordered, "now turn around slowly so that I can confirm you're not wearing anything."
With her breasts hanging out, nipples as hard as rock, and her pussy and ass clearly on display, she slowly rotated in the middle of the kitchen floor. Her eyes were still screwed tightly shut, making it very easy for Greg to continue to photograph her without her knowledge. As her ass came into view, Greg was absolutely beside himself with excitement. He was rock hard and was stunned by how beautiful her ass was. It was simply perfection. He couldn't wait to get into it.
When she had turned completely around, and was once again facing him, Greg put his camera away and directed her to stop. "You can lower your skirt now Mrs. C, but keep your blouse the way it was." Standing up, he walked over to where Mrs. Clark stood, and, towering over her, said "To be a good role model for your daughter, you need to realize that there are consequences for your actions. If you had simply done what was right in the very beginning, then none of this would have been necessary," he chided her, like a father to a child, mimicking the manner found in the sex stories from last night. "Because of what you've done, you've caused me to suffer some intense discomfort," gesturing to his own crotch region and the obvious hard-on he had. With firm pressure on her shoulders, he ordered "get on your knees, Mrs. C. You are going to make this situation all better, so that we can put it all behind us, and get on with supper."
When she was finally on her knees, she found herself staring into the crotch of his pants and wondering how she got there. She was no longer in control of herself and was convinced that it was all just a dream.
Reaching into his pants, Greg pulled out his cock, and held it in front of him. He couldn't remember ever being this hard and turned on before, and knew that it would take very little to cum now. Continuing with his instructions, he directed Mrs. Clark "Take your right hand and begin stroking it, until you have relieved the problem which you created. Keep your eyes closed, Mrs. C., it'll make it easier for you," he coaxed.
Closing her eyes, Mrs. Clark reached out and grasping his cock with her right hand, began to stroke the shaft. Greg quickly pulled out his camera and snapped some more money shots of Mrs. Clark kneeling at his feet, breasts hanging out and stroking his cock. Greg knew that he had everything he would need now, to ensure that Mrs. Clark belonged to him and would do exactly as he ordered.
Putting the camera away, Greg felt his orgasm building in his balls and knew that he would explode very soon. Before he did, Greg instructed Mrs. Clark, "I'm going to have relief soon Mrs. C., so I want you to point it at your breasts when I do. Make sure every drop lands on them. Is that clear?" he sternly asked.
Simply nodding her head, Mrs. Clark began to speed up her strokes, and lowered the tip of his cock until it was pointing directly at her breasts. With a gurgled yell, Greg's orgasm exploded out of him, and spurt after spurt of semen shot out and splashed all over her breasts, with some running down the crevice between them.
When at last she had milked the last drop of cum from him, she just stared intently at the white mass of fluid covering her breasts. It felt so real, but she knew it couldn't be, and that it must all be just a dream. She was so tired.
Seeing her lost in thought, staring at her breasts and his sticky load, Greg quickly grabbed his camera and snapped one more picture, of her cum covered breasts. After he had the camera safely tucked away, and his cock back in his pants, he ordered "Mrs. C., I want you rub the nice cream into your skin now. It's good for the skin," he said with a smile on his face.
As if she was on auto-pilot, she took a breast in each hand and began massaging his cum into them. When the last drop had been massaged in, her breasts glistened and her nipples were red and engorged from the attention to them. The kitchen, and now Mrs. Clark, reeked of sex.
Stepping back and taking a seat again, Greg instructed Mrs. Clark, "You can do your shirt up now, Mrs. C. I believe you. You've done very well today and have been a very good role model for your daughter." As she finished buttoning her blouse and began to stand up again, Greg added "Oh, Mrs. C., I want you to leave that cream in until tomorrow morning. You are not to wash it off until then. Is that clear?"
Eyes glazed, mind in a complete fog, and her body numb from the stimulus overload, Mrs. Clark simply nodded her head yes and went over to the stove, to remove the supper from the oven.
For the rest of the meal, Greg again pretended that nothing unusual had happened and talked about inconsequential topics. When he was done eating, Greg excused himself and said that he had to head home, but that he would be back tomorrow morning. And without further ado, Greg ran out the back door and practically sprinted home.
Greg spent the rest of the evening looking over the pictures he had printed off, and reading more of the stories on the site Mrs. Clark had originally visited. The more he read, the more ideas he got for things to do with Mrs. Clark. He ended up masturbating several more times that evening, each time ending with an explosive climax.
The next morning, after having a restless sleep, Greg arose, showered and headed back over to the Clark residence.
As he walked in the back door of the home, he found Mrs. Clark already in the kitchen cooking
eggs. She was dressed in an gray skirt and red blouse and like yesterday she had the top button
undone. Showing him a lot of cleavage.
"Hi Mrs. C., how was your night last night?" he asked in a jovial tone.
"It was good Greg" After a second "Stacey is in the shower, until she's done, would u like some eggs, Greg?"
"Sure, Mrs. C"
"Mrs. C do you think that you are good role model for your daughter" asked Greg.
"Umm... Yes I do Greg, don't you think so"
"Well, I'm sorry you think that Mrs. C, but to be quite honest, I don't think you are" Answered Greg
"What? I beg your pardon?" Mrs. Clark asked.
"Well, you see Mrs. C I don't think you want to be a good role model for your daughter"
With a worried look spreading over her face, "What do you mean?"
"Mrs. C do you consider me as a family member"
"Yes of course I do Greg, you know that"
"And I am the only male member in our family right"
Hesitantly she answered "Yes I guess so"
"And that makes me the man of the house right"
Again Hesitantly "Well.......yes.......I suppose,"
"Well then shouldn't you greet me more respectfully Mrs. C instead of just saying good morning I think you should come give me a hug and a kiss on the lips and then say good morning"
Confused "I'm sorry Greg I guess you are right, I should greet you more respectfully"
Standing up while saying "Alright then Mrs. C now come on correct your mistake"
She then walks around the counter over to Greg and then gives him a hug. Greg puts his arms around her tightly smelling her hair. He then puts his lips on her lips and gives her a nice long kiss. While kissing her, he takes his right hand and puts it on her ass. That startled Mrs. C but she kept quiet because she wanted to be a good role model for her daughter.
After they stopped kissing Mrs. C said "good morning Greg" and Greg replied "good morning Mrs. C"
" See Mrs. C that wasn't so bad was it"
"I suppose not Greg, but it felt a little wrong"
"We can stop Mrs. C, if you don't want to be a good example for Stacey"
Responding quickly "No of course not I want to be a good example for Stacey and I will do whatever necessary to be one"
"Good now I expect this from you every time I come here, is that clear Mrs. C" Greg said with a firm voice.
" Yes Greg"
"Now go back and get me those eggs you promised"
"Yes Greg" As she turned around Greg gave her a soft slap on her ass. She was surprised but didn't say anything because she thought she was being a good mom so she just turned around and smiled.
By the time Mrs. C got him the eggs Stacey came down as well dressed in shorts and white t-shirt. She also ate some eggs.
"What are your plans for today Stacey" Mrs. C asked
"I'm going to the mall with my friends mom and can I sleep over at Katy's today if you don't mind"
"No not at all, go ahead just be careful"
"Thanks mom I love you"
"See ya Greg"
"Bye sweety" Mrs. C replied
"See ya" Greg replied
"What are your plans for today Greg"
"Well first im going to start by punishing you for not being a good role model for your daughter before you go to work and then ill probably go shoot some hoops with my friends"
"But.....why.....what did I...do Greg?"
"You didn't greet me respectfully Mrs. C"
"But.... I didn't.... know"
"That's why im going to give you a lesson so you wont forget it"
"Please don't Greg I'm sorry it wont happen again"
"Mrs. C if stall one more time then I will add to your punishment"
"No please I'm ready to do whatever you say" she said in a pleading voice
"Now ask me to punish you"
"Please punish me Greg"
"For what Mrs. C and start from the beginning"
"Please punish me Greg for not being a good role model for my daughter" She said with a tear coming out of her eyes
"Alright Mrs. C now come to me" She walks to him and stands next to him "Now unbutton your blouse Mrs. C" She looks up to him with pleading eyes "Please Greg don't make me do this" Greg then took his hand and slapped her across her face and said" What did I say Mrs. C if you stall I will add to your punishment, now look at me" he said with a firm voice. Mrs. C immediately looked at him with tears coming out of her eyes and her left cheek all red. "Now unbutton your blouse" She hurriedly unbuttoned her blouse "now take it off" she took it off. "Now on your knees" Greg then stood up and unbuttoned his pants lowered his pants along with his underwear. "Mrs. C I am only going to say this once and if you don't do it then I will add along another punishment do you understand" She simply nodded in yes "Alright then put your hands behind your back and put my cock in your mouth and start sucking it" She was shocked on hearing such words coming out of his mouth but she didn't want more punishment so she did exactly what he asked. He then put his hands on the back of her head and forced his cock down her throat and when Greg was about to cum "Mrs. C I am about to cum now and I want you to swallow my cum is that clear" She could only nod in yes while his dick was in her mouth" He came momentarily and made her swallow each and every drop he shot in her mouth some of it even fell on the floor he made her lick it.
"Mrs. C you may now stand up and wear your blouse"
"Thank you Greg" was all that could come out of her mouth
After they were both dressed and Greg was about to leave
"One more thing Mrs. C the same greeting rule applied when I am leaving as well but instead of saying good morning at the end you will say either have a good day or good afternoon or good night depending on the time. Have I made myself clear Mrs. C"
"Yes you have Greg" Mrs. C then walked to Greg and put her arms around him and he put his arms around her tightly and lowered his right hand to her ass and started groping it and then he actually French kissed her instead of just kissing on the lips. To his surprise she cooperated with him. After they were done
With a the best smile in the world she said "Have a good day Greg"
"You too Mrs. C ill come by for supper tonight so wear something good"
"Yes Greg"
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It was around 7:30 when Greg entered the house through the back doors again. As he entered he saw Mrs. C was in a white V-neck dress which showed a hint of cleavage that stopped just above her knees the arms of her dress were just above her elbows and she was bent down checking the pie in the oven and the fitting of the dress made her ass look remarkable.
"Good evening Mrs. C"
She turned around immediately and saw Greg standing next to the open door she put her right hand on her chest "oh my god you startled me Greg" she started moving towards him "Can you ever ring the doorbell like normal people" she said jokingly. She then hugged him with closed eyes, Greg then put his arms around her tightly and started kissing her as he groped her ass. After a minute of kissing Greg let go of her. "Good evening Greg" Mrs. C said with her wonderful smile. Her smile soon vanished as Greg stepped aside and she saw suitcases and lot of items of Greg.
"What's all this Greg" She asked hesitantly
"It's all my belonging Mrs. C"
"Oh.. Ok... why is it here Greg"
"Isn't it clear Mrs. C......I'm moving in with you guys"
"But why Greg I mean is something wrong at your place"
"Oh no besides the usually fighting no not at all"
"Then why are you moving in with us Greg" in the nicest way she could possibly say ever
"To make sure that you are being a good role model for Stacey Mrs. C I mean don't you want someone to correct you if your being a bad role model for your daughter and which person could be better then me after all im like family but since I don't live with you guys I can't come over every morning and evening to your place like a guest. So I thought just for Stacey's sake ill just move in with you guys. Isn't that very kind of me Mrs. C?"
She was dumbfound she got so confused with what Greg said it all sounded right and by the way he explained it to her it sounded like as if he was making a really big sacrifice so she didn't wanted to sound ungrateful so she simply just went along with it and actually accepted that somewhat.
"You didn't reply Mrs. C do you want me to leave"
"Oh no not at all Greg im sorry I got lost in my thoughts so um welcome to our house and now its going to be yours too, why don't you get all of your things in the guest room, its right next to Stacey's room while I finish making up our dinner"
"Sounds great Mrs. C (Greg turns to get his stuff and then turns back around as if he remembered something suddenly) Oh, and when Stacey comes back tomorrow I don't think we should tell her the real reason why I am here Mrs. C I think it might make her a bit defensive and that can cause her to make some terrible choices"
"I think you are right Greg, so what should we tell her instead"
"Let's just say that my parents were having a bit financial issues, and you offered to take me in for a while"
"That sounds good Greg, and thank you again"
"My pleasure Mrs. C" Greg said with a smile to which Mrs. Clark responded with smile as well before going in the kitchen.
After an hour Greg finally finished moving all his things to his new room and Mrs. C had finished making dinner, and setting it out, she went upstairs to call Greg down for dinner. She stood just outside the door of Greg's new room.
"Greg, sweety dinner is ready why don't you come on down eat your dinner with me and then I can help you afterwards with the rest"
"Ok Mrs. C you go on and ill join you in a minute"
"Okay but hurry up or else dinner will get cold" (Turns around to leave)
"Mrs. C" Greg said as if she was his secretary
(Pokes back in the room) "Yes Greg"
"It's okay now since it's your first time calling me for dinner but I thought you would like to know how a good and decent woman calls the man of the house to dinner since you want to be a good role model for your daughter"
"Yes of course Greg, um... so please tell me how I should call you for dinner from now on"
"Okay well come on in (Mrs. Clark enters the room, and Greg sits down on the bed) okay Mrs. C now come and sit in front of me on your knees with your head down (Mrs. Clark slowly walked in front of Greg and gently got down to her knees and bowed her head" alright Mrs. C do you see how less of cleavage you are showing that is very wrong so I want you to correct that mistake first get me interested in having dinner by lowering your dress, can you do that for me (Mrs. Clark then carefully grabbed the top of her dress where her boobs are and she lowered it down to show more cleavage to Greg) very good Mrs. C now look me in my eyes and ask me in a very sexy voice to come for dinner"
(She slowly raises her head and meets him in the eyes, then Mrs. Clark puts on a seductive smile and with her sexiest voice) "Greg please join me for dinner tonight"
"I would love to join you for dinner Mrs. C"
"Thank you Greg"
"Good job Mrs. C that was really amazing and now you can stand up and give me a kiss and ask me permission to leave" Mrs. C then stands up while Greg is still seated, she then bends over puts her soft hands on the sides of his face and then put her pretty pink lips on his lips and gives him a wet, and warm kiss which lasted few minutes eventually Greg laid down and Mrs. Clark got on top of him and that whole time Greg was groping her everywhere. After Greg stopped kissing her Mrs. Clark got up and stood next to the bed with her hands behind her back.
"May I leave Greg"
"Yes you may Mrs. C" with that Mrs. Clark leaves
Greg then picked up a big brown envelope from his side table and quickly went downstairs. Once he got downstairs he saw that Mrs. C was sitting in her usual seat at the end of the table which is almost always for the head of the family, so he decided to initiate the first part of his final plan which was lowering her status in the house. He then walks up to her side with his hands behind his back.
"Mrs. C why are you sitting in my chair" he asked smilingly
"What do you mean Greg I always sit here you have been here for dinner so many times you know that"
"Mrs. C the seat you are in is for the head of the family, who keeps the family together, and now who is keeping this family from falling apart you or me (With increasing voice)who has been trying to keep you as a good role model for you daughter you or me" He then slaps his right hand on the table while his left hand is still behind his back scaring Mrs. Clark
"You Greg it's you I'm sorry I didn't realize what mistake I was making"
"It's alright Mrs. C that's why I am here to correct your mistakes now get up from my seat and sit in the seat in front of me on my left." Mrs. C gets up and goes to her new seat and pulls out the chair and before she can sit down Greg interrupts her "Hold it Mrs. C not so fast before you sit down take off your panties"
"My panties but why Greg"
"Because a good a descent woman doesn't wear any sort of underwear or panties when she is eating with the head of the household"
"Oh okay" she starts to go towards the bathroom but Greg stops her
"Whoa whoa whoa where are you going Mrs. C"
"To the bathroom to remove my panties Greg"
Greg shakes his head in a no "Mrs. C a descent woman will undress in front of the head of the family and they don't question them again and again"
With her face down "Yes Greg" she then slowly lifted her dress up it just came to her mid thighs, she then bent down a bit and put her hand up her white dress and pulled down her white panties. Greg moved his hand forward in front of Mrs. Clark. "Hand me your panties Mrs. C" With her face red with embarrassment Mrs. Clark put her white panties in Greg's hands. He then took the panties and put them on the dinner table right in front of both of them. "See look how easy it was, now lets eat shall we". Mrs. Clark could only get out "Yes Greg" from her mouth and with it she sat down and first served Greg dinner and then herself. During dinner Greg made normal conversations with her.
After dinner Greg planned on starting part 2 ......
"Mrs. C I have something really important to say"
"Yes Greg, what is it?"
"As you know I moved in to make sure that you are good role model for Stacey and to correct you of your mistakes by taking the necessary actions. Right?"
"Right"
"Well then I want to tell you that I have been really disappointed in you lately"
"I'm sorry Greg I know I haven't been such a good role model lately but I don't know what's happening this has never happened to me before"
"It has Mrs. C but no one was ever there to correct it (Getting the envelope from the floor) there is some literature and photographs in this of you being a bad role model, (Handing it to her) here take a look at them, I think you'd be surprised"
Mrs. Clark hesitantly opened the envelope and saw copies of the stories she read couple nights ago and photographs of her sucking Greg's dick, "OMG how........ when......... did you get these"
"Let me explain Mrs. C see I knew you were a bad role model for Stacey but I just needed some proof and here it is. What kind of a mother goes and reads sex stories when her daughter is outside god knows doing what, and what kind of a descent woman sucks on her daughter's friend's dick, do you realize how unethical that is, and what kind of a bad example your setting for Stacey
(Mrs. Clark starts crying) oh don't cry Mrs. C
"I'm such a bad mother Greg"
"I know that Mrs. C but you want to become good don't you"
"Yes Greg, more than anything"
"Good then you will do what I say from now on"
"Yes Greg anything, just make me a better mother"
"Okay first stop crying" (Mrs. Clark wipes her tears and stops crying) good now you need to correct the mistake you made right Mrs. C"
"Right Greg"
"And do you know how you will be correcting it"
"No Greg"
"Alright Mrs. C the mistake you made wasn't a small one so your punishment will be big as well do you agree"
"Yes Greg"
"Before I tell you your punishment tell me this Mrs. C how many holes does a woman have"
Embarrassed by the question "Um... 3 Greg, a woman has 3 holes"
"And what are these holes used for besides eating, giving birth, and shitting"
With her face down red with humiliation "They get fucked Greg"
"Good job see your not too bad"
"Thank you Greg" (Gave a small smile)
"Your punishment is that you will be fucked in all 3 of your holes tonight by me, am I clear Mrs. C"
(Mrs. Clark was about to say something when Greg interrupted her) remember further questioning will lead only to more punishment, so am I clear Mrs. C"
With a defeat on her face, she lowered her face and said "Yes Greg"
"Good now go to your bedroom and I want you to be sitting in the middle of your bed naked with your knees spread and eyes closed with lights off and candles lighted, okay"
"Okay" with that she gets up and is about to go to her room when Greg stops her"
"Stop Mrs. C" (Mrs. Clark stops)
"Yes Greg"
"Take off your clothes right here Mrs. C"
"Okay Greg" (Mrs. Clark puts her right hand behind her back and lowers the zip on her dress and then she pulls her arms out and then drops it to her ankles and steps out of it, then she unhooks her bra and drops her bra on the floor as well. Mrs. Clark is now standing completely naked
"Pick up your clothes take them to your room and do what you are told" (Greg said with a authoritative voice"
"Yes Greg" Mrs. C then picked up her clothes and vanished in her room
"As Greg finished his glass of wine he stood up "Well time to start the final part" with that he also vanished into Mrs. Clarks bedroom.
"Nah. Just dropped in for some breakfast. Probably head over to the basketball courts this afternoon to shoot some hoops," replied Greg with a grin.
"Alright. I'll see you later. Have fun." Stacey waved goodbye as she ran out the door.
It was the first week of summer vacation. Stacey and Greg had just finished grade 11 and were looking forward to a relaxing summer before starting grade 12. They had known each other their entire lives, and, until the last few years, had been best of friends. They were still close, but over time had begun to drift slowly apart as their interests, and friends, took them in different directions. It hadn't always been that way.
Stacey Clark was an only child and lived with her mother. She never knew her father, since he had passed away when she was only 1 year old. Around that time, Greg Adams and his family had moved in next door. Since Greg was only a year older than Stacey, they became instant friends. They did everything together, including going to the same school. However, when Greg was 10 years old, his parents fell on hard times and were forced to sell the house, and move to another part of town. Greg and Stacey's friendship continued, but as they entered puberty, things began to slowly change. Through that period, Stacey developed into a beautiful woman. Though she only stood 5'3" tall and weighed 115lbs, she proportionately was well built. She had wavy shoulder length auburn hair with dark almond colored eyes. Her high cheekbones and cute little nose topped with a few freckles gave her that 'girl next door' innocent appearance. Apart from her height, her measurements were those of a model. She had perfectly shaped breasts which fit neatly into a 'B' cup bra followed by a slender firm waist and perfectly rounded ass, held up by a pair of slender shapely legs. All in all, she was a gorgeous package.
Greg developed as well, but not nearly as pronounced as Stacey. He grew to 5'11" tall and weighed 175lbs. He had short dirty blond hair, brown eyes and average facial features. His body was toned, but not overly muscular. The best thing you could say about him was that he was average. Not overly good at any one thing.
As they came into puberty, Greg's feelings for Stacey began to change. He took notice of the beautiful woman she was becoming, and developed strong feelings for her. He was too shy, though, to let her know how he was feeling, and so continued to watch her from the sidelines, as they slowly drifted apart. His feelings for her became an obsession, as the years passed and the distance continued to grow. They were still good friends and saw each other practically every day, but it became more and more difficult for Greg, as he watched her date other boys. Stacey's mom was like a second mom for Greg, and she welcomed him in their home anytime. He would often just walk in, sit down at the kitchen table, and her mom would make him some something to eat. He was like another member of the family. Mrs. Clark didn't mind, since she knew Greg's parents were still having financial and marital difficulties. So Greg would look for every opportunity to get out of the house, and away from that situation.
Greg's obsession with Stacey took a dark turn, as he began to conspire for ways to get information on her, and, hopefully, get her to notice and start taking an interest in him. He devised a plan which, he hoped, would give him some form of leverage to use against her. Two days ago, while hanging out at the Clark residence, watching some TV, he put this plan into action. He slipped onto their computer, while Stacey was out with some friends, and Mrs. Clark was in the kitchen cooking supper. Greg quickly installed the invisible 'key logger' program he had brought with him on a memory stick. The program was designed to silently log all keystrokes made by the user, and would also take periodic screen shots and then e-mail the entire package, every 5 minutes, to his e-mail address. All of this would happen in the background, without the user ever being aware.
The first night was rather unremarkable, and mostly involved Stacey talking with her girlfriends, on MSN Messenger, about their plans for the upcoming weekend, but the next night something happened, which was so unexpected and unbelievable, that it set in motion an event which went way beyond anything Greg had ever imagined possible. After eating supper at the Clark's again, Greg indicated that he was not feeling well and was going to go home and head to bed early. He of course ran home and quickly logged onto his computer expecting Stacey to get on again and begin talking with her friends. However, unbeknownst to him, Stacey had got a last minute call from one of her girlfriends asking if she wanted to come over for the night to watch a couple of movies with the girls.
After about a half hour had passed, Greg's account began to receive e-mails from the key logger program. As he began to read through the first e-mail, Greg was beside himself with excitement. The e-mail showed that Stacey was Googling pornographic websites - specifically sites which catalogued and stored sex stories. As he checked the screenshots and the text which was being typed into the search bar, he found that she was looking for stories which dealt with S&M, dominance and submission, bondage and humiliation. The next e-mail had a screenshot of the story that she was apparently reading, since the next several e-mails all had screenshots of the same story, just pages later. Greg hastily typed in the website information and quickly navigated to the story in question. The story was entitled "My Pet Teacher" and was about a young female teacher who got blackmailed into submission by one of her grade 12 students. The story described numerous sexual acts which were designed to punish and humiliate the teacher. The story was hot and was a tremendous turn-on for Greg. He had never really considered going that far, but the thought of it intrigued him.
As the e-mails continued to come in Greg saw that Stacey had moved on to another story called "The Making of an Office Slut" which dealt with a female office executive, who was also blackmailed into submission by her secretary and was forced into performing various sexually degrading, painful, and humiliating acts. As he read through the second story, Greg couldn't help but begin to masturbate as he imagined Stacey doing the same thing as she read through the story.
After having an explosive orgasm into one of his discarded sweat socks, Greg saw that Stacey had moved on and was now Googling sites which had free sex pictures for viewing. Many of the photos showed women, in various states of bondage, being clamped, whipped, spanked, or cum on. Other pictures showed women on their knees gagging on massive cocks, which filled their mouths and throats, all eventually getting cum facials. Yet others had women getting gang banged by numerous men, filling all of their orifices at once.
Greg was floored. He had never expected this!!! On a whim, Greg grabbed the phone and dialed Stacey's number, hoping to catch her in an awkward moment.
"Hello."
"Oh hi, Mrs. C. Can I talk with Stacey please?" Greg asked Mrs. Clark.
"No, I'm sorry. Greg, but soon after you left, Stacey got a call from Carol asking if she wanted to come over and watch some movies. She left soon after you did," Mrs. Clark replied.
After a moment's pause, Greg asked, "So, you're the only one home right now?"
"Yes, that's right. It's just been me this evening. Was there something I can help you with Greg?" Mrs. Clark asked politely.
"Umm.....no that's fine Mrs. C. I'll talk to Stacey tomorrow," Greg quickly replied.
"Alright then, good night, Greg."
"Goodnight, Mrs. C." Greg slowly hung up the phone and continued to stare at the receiver for several minutes. This was a curve ball he certainly hadn't expected.
For the first time, Greg began to think about Mrs. Clark in a very different way. He had never really noticed before but she was really just an older version of Stacey. She had gotten pregnant with Stacey just after her 16th birthday, so that meant she was only 34 years old right now. 'Not really that old at all,' he thought to himself. Strange he had never noticed before. She was a couple of inches taller than Stacey, but from what he could see through the slightly baggy clothing she always wore, her figure was very similar to Stacey's. She had slightly longer, straighter and darker colored hair than Stacey, but had the exact same eyes and facial features.
Reading through the stories again, a plan began to take shape in Greg's mind. If he couldn't have Stacey, maybe he could have her mother instead.
The next morning, Greg got up early and headed over to the Clark's. He let himself in, as he always did, and sat at the kitchen table reading the paper. He had a hard time focusing on the words on the page and found his mind constantly wandering back to the plan he had formulated last night. When Stacey walked into the kitchen, hollering to her mother that she was heading out to the mall with her friends, Greg hardly noticed her, he was so deep in thought.
When she asked him a question, he found he had to struggle to focus on her and come up with an answer. He managed to blurt out something about going to shoot hoops, and was actually glad when she left it at that and ran out the door with a quick wave. Now he was home alone with her mom and could start to put his plan into action.
He continued to sit at the table and pretend to read the paper until he heard Mrs. Clark enter.
"Oh, hi, Greg."
"Hi, Mrs. C. Did you have a good night last night?" Greg asked very pointedly, staring intently at her. She was wearing another one of her bland, baggy sweaters and a pair of unflattering pants. Greg realized that in the entire time he had known her, he could never recall seeing her in anything else.
Looking at Greg with an odd expression on her face, she hesitantly replied, "Umm....yes I did, thank you."
After a pause, "would you like some breakfast, Greg?"
"Yes, that would be fine, Mrs. C," Greg replied, still looking intently at her.
As she turned and busied herself at the stove, Greg gathered his thoughts and tried to muster the courage to proceed with his plan, praying a silent prayer that it would work. When a few minutes had passed, he reached out and intentionally knocked over his glass of milk spilling it onto the floor by his feet.
Hearing the accident, Mrs. Clark spun around to see what had happened. Seeing that it was just a bit of spilt milk, she began to walk towards the closet to retrieve the mop.
"No, Mrs. C., don't use that. Use this," Greg quickly replied holding up a dish towel he had conveniently placed on the table next to the milk.
Without even thinking about it, Mrs. Clark changed directions and walked over to the table to take the cloth from Greg's outstretched hands. If she hadn't had such a sleepless night last night, because her thoughts had been plagued with images from the stories and pictures, she probably would have thought it odd that Greg didn't clean up the mess himself.
She dropped the cloth on the spilt milk and was going to use her foot to move it around, but Greg spoke up again. "No, Mrs. C. You should get down on your hands and knees to clean it up. It's the only way to make sure you do a good job," he said with a touch of authority in his voice.
Responding as if she was in a fog, Mrs. Clark slowly dropped to her knees at Greg's feet and began to, hesitantly, clean up the mess. Greg felt energized, having Stacey's mom kneeling at his feet cleaning up after him. He knew he had to proceed carefully from here or else he would risk blowing it all.
As she continued to work, Greg began in a conversational tone of voice, "you know Mrs. C., I was reading somewhere that a proper and decent woman wears a blouse and a skirt. You are a proper and decent woman aren't you, Mrs. C.?" Greg asked, again staring at her intently.
Sensing his intent gaze, and confused about the strange feelings running rampant through her, as she knelt at his feet, Mrs. Clark began to color slightly at the cheeks and could not look him in the eyes. Her thoughts were jumbled and she had a difficult time formulating a response. When she realized he expected her to answer, she finally managed to mumble, "Yes.......I guess so."
Sensing her confusion and weakness, Greg pressed the attack. "Well, if you are indeed a 'proper and decent woman', then shouldn't you also dress in that fashion?" he asked.
Head still bowed and turning a deeper red, Mrs. Clark stuttered, "well....I.....it's just......I.......I guess so."
"Well alright then. It's settled. Next time I see you, you should be dressed that way," Greg replied amicably, sensing a win. "I think you got it all cleaned up now Mrs. C. You can get up now."
Flushed deep red, Mrs. Clark rose on unsteady legs and walked back over to the stove, to continue cooking breakfast. For the rest of the meal, Greg acted as if nothing had happened and talked about various topics like school, sports, and local events.
Once he had finished eating, he informed Mrs. Clark, "I'm going to head out to the school to shoot some hoops, but would like to drop by for supper, if that's alright with you?"
Having regained some of her composure, and feeling more at ease with the rest of the conversation she had with Greg, she readily replied, "certainly Greg. You know you are always welcome here."
"Thanks, Mrs. C. I gotta go now." Greg waved goodbye as he headed for the back door. As he stepped outside he took a deep breath to steady himself and prayed that the suggestion he had planted in her would take root and come to fruition later on.
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It was late in the afternoon and nearing suppertime, when Greg finally decided to head back for supper. He had sort of wandered aimlessly for most of the day, trying to waste as much time as he could, shooting hoops, hanging out at the mall, and heading down to the skate park, prior to heading back to the Clark's.
As he walked up the back steps, Greg's stomach was roiling with anxiety and fear, since he did not know what he was going to find when he walked into the house. The first thing he noticed was the smell of supper cooking in the oven. That was certainly a good sign. As he entered the kitchen he saw Mrs. Clark standing over the stove, stirring something in a pot. She was wearing a black skirt with a white blouse!!!
Greg was ecstatic. His suggestion to Mrs. Clark, this morning, had sunk in and she had complied. He could now see her figure much more clearly. It looked even better than he had imagined. Like Stacey, she had nice thin shapely legs and a beautifully curved ass. Her breasts were slightly larger than Stacey's, but looked just as firm. Greg could feel his cock beginning to stir in his pants as he imagined Mrs. Clark standing naked in front of him.
Since her back was to the door, Mrs. Clark had not heard Greg enter. After looking her up and down several more times, Greg cleared his throat and said nonchalantly, "hi Mrs. C."
Turning her head, Mrs. Clark smiled and replied, "Oh, hi Greg. You're just in time. Supper will be ready in 15 minutes. Stacey is just upstairs getting changed, if you want to have a seat for a few minutes."
As Greg sat at the table, he could see that it had already been set, and, fortunately, the milk was already on the table. Taking a deep breath, Greg filled his glass up and then casually knocked it over, once again spilling its contents onto the floor at his feet. "Oh my, I'm sorry Mrs. C, I did it again," he said with a wistful smile.
"Oh, that's alright Greg." She began to head toward the closet again, but then suddenly remembered the events of the morning, and abruptly turned around, grabbed the dishcloth from the handle of the stove, and walked over to the table. Slowly sinking to her knees, Mrs. Clark began to clean up the mess in the manner which she had been instructed this morning.
With a smile, Greg pulled out his digital camera and quickly, without her noticing, snapped off a shot of her kneeling at his feet cleaning up the mess. From his vantage point, he could see a hint of flesh through the opening of her shirt. He could see Mrs. Clark was uncomfortable and was having a difficult time meeting his gaze.
"You know, Mrs. C, a decent and proper woman would not have so many buttons on her shirt done up. I think it best if you undo the top one," suggested Greg.
"Well......I.......don't think that's........" she stammered.
Cutting her off before she get any further in her protestations, Greg demanded "now Mrs. C. You do want to be a good role model for your daughter, don't you? You want to set a good example, right?"
"Well.......yes.......I suppose," she murmured, feeling a fog settle over her. A combination of the lack of sleep, and confusion over the strange feelings coursing through her body created confusion and uncertainty in her.
"Well, then quit arguing about it. If you delay any longer, then Stacey will be here and it will have to be 2 buttons undone," Greg replied authoritatively. He could sense her will breaking as she looked down at her shirt, and then, with shaking hands and red face, began to fumble with the top button of her blouse. Since she was distracted looking down at her button, Greg quickly snapped off another picture with his camera.
Once it was undone, Greg could see the cleft between the mounds of her breasts and the white lacy bra she was wearing much more clearly.
'There you go, Mrs. C. I think you got it all cleaned up. Thanks," he said quickly stashing the camera back into his front shirt pocket.
Again, with shaking legs, Mrs. Clark rose and went back to the stove to continue cooking the supper. Greg was very pleased with himself, since things were going exactly as he had planned. He couldn't believe his good fortune. In his mind, he had imagined everything going wrong, at every step, and never being able to reach the prize, at the end of the tunnel, but, now, it was almost within reach.
Almost as if on cue, Stacey walked into the kitchen moments later, bringing with her a magical scent of perfume and flowers. With a big smile she said "Hi Greg. Good to see you again. How was your day?"
"Oh, it's been pretty good. It's nice just to relax and not worry about school and stuff. How was yours?" he asked.
"Awesome. The mall was packed and there was a truckload of sales going on," she replied enthusiastically.
"Stacey, honey, supper will be ready in 10 minutes," Mrs. Clark interjected.
"Oh, I'm sorry mom. I'm heading to the early show with Carol and Joan. I gotta run. I hope you don't mind?" she asked.
"Uh.....no I suppose that's OK. Make sure you grab something to eat there then. Don't just fill up on popcorn, alright?" she admonished.
"OK, mom," she replied sheepishly.
"See ya, Greg," she hollered as she ran out the door.
"Well, I guess it's just going to be you and me for supper, Greg," Mrs. Clark announced.
"I guess so." Putting a serious look on his face, Greg pressed on with the plan. "You know, Mrs. C., you really didn't set a good example for your daughter this evening. You knew the right thing to do, yet you procrastinated and stalled in doing it. Was this how you want your daughter to act, Mrs. C?" Greg demanded.
"Well........no. Of course not, Greg." she replied.
"Then, you do realize that there are going to be consequences for your inappropriate behavior?"
"But.....I.......it's just......." she stammered.
"Now stop, Mrs. C," Greg hollered, slamming his hand down on the table with a resounding crack, startling her into silence. "I think you've dug a deep enough hole for yourself. You don't want to make it any worse by continuing to argue. What would your daughter think if she could see you now, arguing like this," he said disdainfully.
Completely awash in confusion, Mrs. Clark bowed her head in defeat and muttered, "I'm sorry."
"As you should be Mrs. C., now as a consequence of your actions you are going to march into that bathroom," pointing to the one just off the kitchen, "and remove your bra and panties. You will then march back out here and hand them to me. Is that clear?" Greg demanded, raising his voice again for emphasis and to hopefully keep her off balance.
"But.....I......didn't mean to," she pleaded. Her thoughts were a jumbled mass of confusion. She didn't know what was happening anymore, or what to think, but her body seemed to have a mind of its own, and started responding without her even realizing it.
The next thing she knew, she was in the bathroom and had already removed her bra and was in the process of pulling down her panties. As she stepped out of them, she got a whiff of something and realized, with a shock, that it was the smell of her arousal. Looking at her panties, she could see the crotch was damp with her secretions.
"What's happening to me?" she asked herself. She couldn't come to grips with the feelings coursing through her and stimulating her private areas. Not only was her vagina dripping wet, but her nipples were rock hard, as they pressed against the thin fabric of the blouse. With a face as red as a beet, Mrs. Clark opened the door to the bathroom and hesitantly walked over to Greg. Without making eye contact, she dropped her bra and panties into his outstretched hand.
Greg casually placed the bundle of undergarments on the table beside his plate, where they both could see them. He hoped it would help to keep Mrs. Clark off balance, since the most daring part of his plan came next. He looked at Mrs. Clark and liked what he saw. He could clearly see the outline of Mrs. Clark's nipples, as they pressed against her blouse, and it only served to accentuate her breasts even more. He could feel his cock getting harder and harder, just looking at her.
"Now, Mrs. C., it's not that I don't trust you, you understand. But I would be remiss if I didn't, at least, confirm that you did as you were asked. It's not as if you've been well behaved to this point," Greg scolded.
Like a child, Mrs. Clark responded, "I'm sorry, Greg. I didn't mean to....I tried....."
"I know you did, Mrs. C., but I have to make sure you're telling me the truth. I need to know that you're serious about being a good role model for your daughter. You could have just given me an old pair of underwear you had lying around in the bathroom."
Mrs. Clark just hung her head in defeat. She didn't know if she could resist the urges in her body, even if she wanted to.
"Mrs. C., you WILL undo the buttons on your blouse and pull the material apart, so that I can confirm this for myself," Greg directed sternly. He held his breath in excited anticipation.
With only the slightest of hesitations, her body screaming for release, Mrs. Clark began to undo the remaining buttons of her blouse. Her face was still a deep red, and the blush was now making its way down her neck and onto her shoulders. Her head hung low as she found it completely impossible to look up and make any sort of eye contact with Greg. When at last she had them all undone, and with obviously shaking hands, she slowly pulled the material apart until both globes were completely visible to Greg.
"Very good, Mrs. C., we're almost done. Leave your shirt like that. Now, with both hands, you WILL grasp the sides of your skirt and slowly pull it up to your waist. That way, I will be able to confirm that you have done the right thing," Greg coaxed.
Not thinking it was possible, Mrs. Clark turned an even darker red as she began to plead, "please?" hoping to change Greg's mind.
"Just close your eyes, Mrs. C., and pretend I'm not even here. It'll be over before you even know it," he continued to coax.
Screwing her eyes tightly closed, Mrs. Clark left her shirt hanging open and reached down, grasping both sides of her skirt in each hand. As if her body had a mind of its own, she began to slowly pull the hem of her skirt up. Her juices were now flowing freely and small rivulets ran down the inside of her legs. She was sure that Greg would be able to see and smell her arousal now. She knew, deep down, she shouldn't be doing this, but she was so confused, and at a loss to explain what was happening to her. Her mind kept flashing back to the events in the stories she had read last night. She felt as if it was all just a dream, and that she would wake up soon and everything would be as it should.
While she was slowly pulling up her skirt, Greg grabbed his camera and began snapping pictures as she humiliated herself in front of him. As the hem continued to rise, her pussy mound finally came into sight. Greg could see that her hair color was natural as the pubes of her pussy were also dirty blond in color.
When she finally had the skirt completely bunched around her waist, Greg ordered, "now turn around slowly so that I can confirm you're not wearing anything."
With her breasts hanging out, nipples as hard as rock, and her pussy and ass clearly on display, she slowly rotated in the middle of the kitchen floor. Her eyes were still screwed tightly shut, making it very easy for Greg to continue to photograph her without her knowledge. As her ass came into view, Greg was absolutely beside himself with excitement. He was rock hard and was stunned by how beautiful her ass was. It was simply perfection. He couldn't wait to get into it.
When she had turned completely around, and was once again facing him, Greg put his camera away and directed her to stop. "You can lower your skirt now Mrs. C, but keep your blouse the way it was." Standing up, he walked over to where Mrs. Clark stood, and, towering over her, said "To be a good role model for your daughter, you need to realize that there are consequences for your actions. If you had simply done what was right in the very beginning, then none of this would have been necessary," he chided her, like a father to a child, mimicking the manner found in the sex stories from last night. "Because of what you've done, you've caused me to suffer some intense discomfort," gesturing to his own crotch region and the obvious hard-on he had. With firm pressure on her shoulders, he ordered "get on your knees, Mrs. C. You are going to make this situation all better, so that we can put it all behind us, and get on with supper."
When she was finally on her knees, she found herself staring into the crotch of his pants and wondering how she got there. She was no longer in control of herself and was convinced that it was all just a dream.
Reaching into his pants, Greg pulled out his cock, and held it in front of him. He couldn't remember ever being this hard and turned on before, and knew that it would take very little to cum now. Continuing with his instructions, he directed Mrs. Clark "Take your right hand and begin stroking it, until you have relieved the problem which you created. Keep your eyes closed, Mrs. C., it'll make it easier for you," he coaxed.
Closing her eyes, Mrs. Clark reached out and grasping his cock with her right hand, began to stroke the shaft. Greg quickly pulled out his camera and snapped some more money shots of Mrs. Clark kneeling at his feet, breasts hanging out and stroking his cock. Greg knew that he had everything he would need now, to ensure that Mrs. Clark belonged to him and would do exactly as he ordered.
Putting the camera away, Greg felt his orgasm building in his balls and knew that he would explode very soon. Before he did, Greg instructed Mrs. Clark, "I'm going to have relief soon Mrs. C., so I want you to point it at your breasts when I do. Make sure every drop lands on them. Is that clear?" he sternly asked.
Simply nodding her head, Mrs. Clark began to speed up her strokes, and lowered the tip of his cock until it was pointing directly at her breasts. With a gurgled yell, Greg's orgasm exploded out of him, and spurt after spurt of semen shot out and splashed all over her breasts, with some running down the crevice between them.
When at last she had milked the last drop of cum from him, she just stared intently at the white mass of fluid covering her breasts. It felt so real, but she knew it couldn't be, and that it must all be just a dream. She was so tired.
Seeing her lost in thought, staring at her breasts and his sticky load, Greg quickly grabbed his camera and snapped one more picture, of her cum covered breasts. After he had the camera safely tucked away, and his cock back in his pants, he ordered "Mrs. C., I want you rub the nice cream into your skin now. It's good for the skin," he said with a smile on his face.
As if she was on auto-pilot, she took a breast in each hand and began massaging his cum into them. When the last drop had been massaged in, her breasts glistened and her nipples were red and engorged from the attention to them. The kitchen, and now Mrs. Clark, reeked of sex.
Stepping back and taking a seat again, Greg instructed Mrs. Clark, "You can do your shirt up now, Mrs. C. I believe you. You've done very well today and have been a very good role model for your daughter." As she finished buttoning her blouse and began to stand up again, Greg added "Oh, Mrs. C., I want you to leave that cream in until tomorrow morning. You are not to wash it off until then. Is that clear?"
Eyes glazed, mind in a complete fog, and her body numb from the stimulus overload, Mrs. Clark simply nodded her head yes and went over to the stove, to remove the supper from the oven.
For the rest of the meal, Greg again pretended that nothing unusual had happened and talked about inconsequential topics. When he was done eating, Greg excused himself and said that he had to head home, but that he would be back tomorrow morning. And without further ado, Greg ran out the back door and practically sprinted home.
Greg spent the rest of the evening looking over the pictures he had printed off, and reading more of the stories on the site Mrs. Clark had originally visited. The more he read, the more ideas he got for things to do with Mrs. Clark. He ended up masturbating several more times that evening, each time ending with an explosive climax.
The next morning, after having a restless sleep, Greg arose, showered and headed back over to the Clark residence.
As he walked in the back door of the home, he found Mrs. Clark already in the kitchen cooking
eggs. She was dressed in an gray skirt and red blouse and like yesterday she had the top button
undone. Showing him a lot of cleavage.
"Hi Mrs. C., how was your night last night?" he asked in a jovial tone.
"It was good Greg" After a second "Stacey is in the shower, until she's done, would u like some eggs, Greg?"
"Sure, Mrs. C"
"Mrs. C do you think that you are good role model for your daughter" asked Greg.
"Umm... Yes I do Greg, don't you think so"
"Well, I'm sorry you think that Mrs. C, but to be quite honest, I don't think you are" Answered Greg
"What? I beg your pardon?" Mrs. Clark asked.
"Well, you see Mrs. C I don't think you want to be a good role model for your daughter"
With a worried look spreading over her face, "What do you mean?"
"Mrs. C do you consider me as a family member"
"Yes of course I do Greg, you know that"
"And I am the only male member in our family right"
Hesitantly she answered "Yes I guess so"
"And that makes me the man of the house right"
Again Hesitantly "Well.......yes.......I suppose,"
"Well then shouldn't you greet me more respectfully Mrs. C instead of just saying good morning I think you should come give me a hug and a kiss on the lips and then say good morning"
Confused "I'm sorry Greg I guess you are right, I should greet you more respectfully"
Standing up while saying "Alright then Mrs. C now come on correct your mistake"
She then walks around the counter over to Greg and then gives him a hug. Greg puts his arms around her tightly smelling her hair. He then puts his lips on her lips and gives her a nice long kiss. While kissing her, he takes his right hand and puts it on her ass. That startled Mrs. C but she kept quiet because she wanted to be a good role model for her daughter.
After they stopped kissing Mrs. C said "good morning Greg" and Greg replied "good morning Mrs. C"
" See Mrs. C that wasn't so bad was it"
"I suppose not Greg, but it felt a little wrong"
"We can stop Mrs. C, if you don't want to be a good example for Stacey"
Responding quickly "No of course not I want to be a good example for Stacey and I will do whatever necessary to be one"
"Good now I expect this from you every time I come here, is that clear Mrs. C" Greg said with a firm voice.
" Yes Greg"
"Now go back and get me those eggs you promised"
"Yes Greg" As she turned around Greg gave her a soft slap on her ass. She was surprised but didn't say anything because she thought she was being a good mom so she just turned around and smiled.
By the time Mrs. C got him the eggs Stacey came down as well dressed in shorts and white t-shirt. She also ate some eggs.
"What are your plans for today Stacey" Mrs. C asked
"I'm going to the mall with my friends mom and can I sleep over at Katy's today if you don't mind"
"No not at all, go ahead just be careful"
"Thanks mom I love you"
"See ya Greg"
"Bye sweety" Mrs. C replied
"See ya" Greg replied
"What are your plans for today Greg"
"Well first im going to start by punishing you for not being a good role model for your daughter before you go to work and then ill probably go shoot some hoops with my friends"
"But.....why.....what did I...do Greg?"
"You didn't greet me respectfully Mrs. C"
"But.... I didn't.... know"
"That's why im going to give you a lesson so you wont forget it"
"Please don't Greg I'm sorry it wont happen again"
"Mrs. C if stall one more time then I will add to your punishment"
"No please I'm ready to do whatever you say" she said in a pleading voice
"Now ask me to punish you"
"Please punish me Greg"
"For what Mrs. C and start from the beginning"
"Please punish me Greg for not being a good role model for my daughter" She said with a tear coming out of her eyes
"Alright Mrs. C now come to me" She walks to him and stands next to him "Now unbutton your blouse Mrs. C" She looks up to him with pleading eyes "Please Greg don't make me do this" Greg then took his hand and slapped her across her face and said" What did I say Mrs. C if you stall I will add to your punishment, now look at me" he said with a firm voice. Mrs. C immediately looked at him with tears coming out of her eyes and her left cheek all red. "Now unbutton your blouse" She hurriedly unbuttoned her blouse "now take it off" she took it off. "Now on your knees" Greg then stood up and unbuttoned his pants lowered his pants along with his underwear. "Mrs. C I am only going to say this once and if you don't do it then I will add along another punishment do you understand" She simply nodded in yes "Alright then put your hands behind your back and put my cock in your mouth and start sucking it" She was shocked on hearing such words coming out of his mouth but she didn't want more punishment so she did exactly what he asked. He then put his hands on the back of her head and forced his cock down her throat and when Greg was about to cum "Mrs. C I am about to cum now and I want you to swallow my cum is that clear" She could only nod in yes while his dick was in her mouth" He came momentarily and made her swallow each and every drop he shot in her mouth some of it even fell on the floor he made her lick it.
"Mrs. C you may now stand up and wear your blouse"
"Thank you Greg" was all that could come out of her mouth
After they were both dressed and Greg was about to leave
"One more thing Mrs. C the same greeting rule applied when I am leaving as well but instead of saying good morning at the end you will say either have a good day or good afternoon or good night depending on the time. Have I made myself clear Mrs. C"
"Yes you have Greg" Mrs. C then walked to Greg and put her arms around him and he put his arms around her tightly and lowered his right hand to her ass and started groping it and then he actually French kissed her instead of just kissing on the lips. To his surprise she cooperated with him. After they were done
With a the best smile in the world she said "Have a good day Greg"
"You too Mrs. C ill come by for supper tonight so wear something good"
"Yes Greg"
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It was around 7:30 when Greg entered the house through the back doors again. As he entered he saw Mrs. C was in a white V-neck dress which showed a hint of cleavage that stopped just above her knees the arms of her dress were just above her elbows and she was bent down checking the pie in the oven and the fitting of the dress made her ass look remarkable.
"Good evening Mrs. C"
She turned around immediately and saw Greg standing next to the open door she put her right hand on her chest "oh my god you startled me Greg" she started moving towards him "Can you ever ring the doorbell like normal people" she said jokingly. She then hugged him with closed eyes, Greg then put his arms around her tightly and started kissing her as he groped her ass. After a minute of kissing Greg let go of her. "Good evening Greg" Mrs. C said with her wonderful smile. Her smile soon vanished as Greg stepped aside and she saw suitcases and lot of items of Greg.
"What's all this Greg" She asked hesitantly
"It's all my belonging Mrs. C"
"Oh.. Ok... why is it here Greg"
"Isn't it clear Mrs. C......I'm moving in with you guys"
"But why Greg I mean is something wrong at your place"
"Oh no besides the usually fighting no not at all"
"Then why are you moving in with us Greg" in the nicest way she could possibly say ever
"To make sure that you are being a good role model for Stacey Mrs. C I mean don't you want someone to correct you if your being a bad role model for your daughter and which person could be better then me after all im like family but since I don't live with you guys I can't come over every morning and evening to your place like a guest. So I thought just for Stacey's sake ill just move in with you guys. Isn't that very kind of me Mrs. C?"
She was dumbfound she got so confused with what Greg said it all sounded right and by the way he explained it to her it sounded like as if he was making a really big sacrifice so she didn't wanted to sound ungrateful so she simply just went along with it and actually accepted that somewhat.
"You didn't reply Mrs. C do you want me to leave"
"Oh no not at all Greg im sorry I got lost in my thoughts so um welcome to our house and now its going to be yours too, why don't you get all of your things in the guest room, its right next to Stacey's room while I finish making up our dinner"
"Sounds great Mrs. C (Greg turns to get his stuff and then turns back around as if he remembered something suddenly) Oh, and when Stacey comes back tomorrow I don't think we should tell her the real reason why I am here Mrs. C I think it might make her a bit defensive and that can cause her to make some terrible choices"
"I think you are right Greg, so what should we tell her instead"
"Let's just say that my parents were having a bit financial issues, and you offered to take me in for a while"
"That sounds good Greg, and thank you again"
"My pleasure Mrs. C" Greg said with a smile to which Mrs. Clark responded with smile as well before going in the kitchen.
After an hour Greg finally finished moving all his things to his new room and Mrs. C had finished making dinner, and setting it out, she went upstairs to call Greg down for dinner. She stood just outside the door of Greg's new room.
"Greg, sweety dinner is ready why don't you come on down eat your dinner with me and then I can help you afterwards with the rest"
"Ok Mrs. C you go on and ill join you in a minute"
"Okay but hurry up or else dinner will get cold" (Turns around to leave)
"Mrs. C" Greg said as if she was his secretary
(Pokes back in the room) "Yes Greg"
"It's okay now since it's your first time calling me for dinner but I thought you would like to know how a good and decent woman calls the man of the house to dinner since you want to be a good role model for your daughter"
"Yes of course Greg, um... so please tell me how I should call you for dinner from now on"
"Okay well come on in (Mrs. Clark enters the room, and Greg sits down on the bed) okay Mrs. C now come and sit in front of me on your knees with your head down (Mrs. Clark slowly walked in front of Greg and gently got down to her knees and bowed her head" alright Mrs. C do you see how less of cleavage you are showing that is very wrong so I want you to correct that mistake first get me interested in having dinner by lowering your dress, can you do that for me (Mrs. Clark then carefully grabbed the top of her dress where her boobs are and she lowered it down to show more cleavage to Greg) very good Mrs. C now look me in my eyes and ask me in a very sexy voice to come for dinner"
(She slowly raises her head and meets him in the eyes, then Mrs. Clark puts on a seductive smile and with her sexiest voice) "Greg please join me for dinner tonight"
"I would love to join you for dinner Mrs. C"
"Thank you Greg"
"Good job Mrs. C that was really amazing and now you can stand up and give me a kiss and ask me permission to leave" Mrs. C then stands up while Greg is still seated, she then bends over puts her soft hands on the sides of his face and then put her pretty pink lips on his lips and gives him a wet, and warm kiss which lasted few minutes eventually Greg laid down and Mrs. Clark got on top of him and that whole time Greg was groping her everywhere. After Greg stopped kissing her Mrs. Clark got up and stood next to the bed with her hands behind her back.
"May I leave Greg"
"Yes you may Mrs. C" with that Mrs. Clark leaves
Greg then picked up a big brown envelope from his side table and quickly went downstairs. Once he got downstairs he saw that Mrs. C was sitting in her usual seat at the end of the table which is almost always for the head of the family, so he decided to initiate the first part of his final plan which was lowering her status in the house. He then walks up to her side with his hands behind his back.
"Mrs. C why are you sitting in my chair" he asked smilingly
"What do you mean Greg I always sit here you have been here for dinner so many times you know that"
"Mrs. C the seat you are in is for the head of the family, who keeps the family together, and now who is keeping this family from falling apart you or me (With increasing voice)who has been trying to keep you as a good role model for you daughter you or me" He then slaps his right hand on the table while his left hand is still behind his back scaring Mrs. Clark
"You Greg it's you I'm sorry I didn't realize what mistake I was making"
"It's alright Mrs. C that's why I am here to correct your mistakes now get up from my seat and sit in the seat in front of me on my left." Mrs. C gets up and goes to her new seat and pulls out the chair and before she can sit down Greg interrupts her "Hold it Mrs. C not so fast before you sit down take off your panties"
"My panties but why Greg"
"Because a good a descent woman doesn't wear any sort of underwear or panties when she is eating with the head of the household"
"Oh okay" she starts to go towards the bathroom but Greg stops her
"Whoa whoa whoa where are you going Mrs. C"
"To the bathroom to remove my panties Greg"
Greg shakes his head in a no "Mrs. C a descent woman will undress in front of the head of the family and they don't question them again and again"
With her face down "Yes Greg" she then slowly lifted her dress up it just came to her mid thighs, she then bent down a bit and put her hand up her white dress and pulled down her white panties. Greg moved his hand forward in front of Mrs. Clark. "Hand me your panties Mrs. C" With her face red with embarrassment Mrs. Clark put her white panties in Greg's hands. He then took the panties and put them on the dinner table right in front of both of them. "See look how easy it was, now lets eat shall we". Mrs. Clark could only get out "Yes Greg" from her mouth and with it she sat down and first served Greg dinner and then herself. During dinner Greg made normal conversations with her.
After dinner Greg planned on starting part 2 ......
"Mrs. C I have something really important to say"
"Yes Greg, what is it?"
"As you know I moved in to make sure that you are good role model for Stacey and to correct you of your mistakes by taking the necessary actions. Right?"
"Right"
"Well then I want to tell you that I have been really disappointed in you lately"
"I'm sorry Greg I know I haven't been such a good role model lately but I don't know what's happening this has never happened to me before"
"It has Mrs. C but no one was ever there to correct it (Getting the envelope from the floor) there is some literature and photographs in this of you being a bad role model, (Handing it to her) here take a look at them, I think you'd be surprised"
Mrs. Clark hesitantly opened the envelope and saw copies of the stories she read couple nights ago and photographs of her sucking Greg's dick, "OMG how........ when......... did you get these"
"Let me explain Mrs. C see I knew you were a bad role model for Stacey but I just needed some proof and here it is. What kind of a mother goes and reads sex stories when her daughter is outside god knows doing what, and what kind of a descent woman sucks on her daughter's friend's dick, do you realize how unethical that is, and what kind of a bad example your setting for Stacey
(Mrs. Clark starts crying) oh don't cry Mrs. C
"I'm such a bad mother Greg"
"I know that Mrs. C but you want to become good don't you"
"Yes Greg, more than anything"
"Good then you will do what I say from now on"
"Yes Greg anything, just make me a better mother"
"Okay first stop crying" (Mrs. Clark wipes her tears and stops crying) good now you need to correct the mistake you made right Mrs. C"
"Right Greg"
"And do you know how you will be correcting it"
"No Greg"
"Alright Mrs. C the mistake you made wasn't a small one so your punishment will be big as well do you agree"
"Yes Greg"
"Before I tell you your punishment tell me this Mrs. C how many holes does a woman have"
Embarrassed by the question "Um... 3 Greg, a woman has 3 holes"
"And what are these holes used for besides eating, giving birth, and shitting"
With her face down red with humiliation "They get fucked Greg"
"Good job see your not too bad"
"Thank you Greg" (Gave a small smile)
"Your punishment is that you will be fucked in all 3 of your holes tonight by me, am I clear Mrs. C"
(Mrs. Clark was about to say something when Greg interrupted her) remember further questioning will lead only to more punishment, so am I clear Mrs. C"
With a defeat on her face, she lowered her face and said "Yes Greg"
"Good now go to your bedroom and I want you to be sitting in the middle of your bed naked with your knees spread and eyes closed with lights off and candles lighted, okay"
"Okay" with that she gets up and is about to go to her room when Greg stops her"
"Stop Mrs. C" (Mrs. Clark stops)
"Yes Greg"
"Take off your clothes right here Mrs. C"
"Okay Greg" (Mrs. Clark puts her right hand behind her back and lowers the zip on her dress and then she pulls her arms out and then drops it to her ankles and steps out of it, then she unhooks her bra and drops her bra on the floor as well. Mrs. Clark is now standing completely naked
"Pick up your clothes take them to your room and do what you are told" (Greg said with a authoritative voice"
"Yes Greg" Mrs. C then picked up her clothes and vanished in her room
"As Greg finished his glass of wine he stood up "Well time to start the final part" with that he also vanished into Mrs. Clarks bedroom.
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