Judge Sandy Ch. 07

Judge Sandy -- ch 7

"What the hell is going on?" Brandon asked again as he stepped into his truck. Sandy was buckling herself in. "You made it pretty clear you didn't like the idea of Maggie crashing our little party. Not that I ever wanted it."

"Her and I have had several girl talks when you weren't around. I don't see her as a threat. She's made it very clear she's just a girl that likes to have fun. And you were right. She is a very attractive woman. She agreed to the ground rules. So I thought, 'why not?'

"Ground rules?! What ground rules?" Brandon asked still shocked.

Sandy giggled. "You'll find out."

They rode in silence. Brandon getting more excited as he thought about the evening ahead. Sandy kept glancing over at him, smiling. Now that she had gotten to know Maggie on a more personal level, she might have been more excited about sharing their bed with her than Brandon. She smiled to herself as she recalled her college days and one of her sorority sisters she had some fun with on occasion. She wasn't a complete novice when it came to sharing her bed with a woman. She just preferred men. She looked over and saw Brandon flexing the hand with the cut arm. "How's your arm?"

"Hurts like hell. Starting to throb."

Sandy reached over and laid her hand over his groin. "I think you'll be forgetting all about it shortly. Think you can handle two horny women tonight?" She squeezed his already swollen cock.

"Do I have a choice?" He asked smiling.

Brandon parked the truck beside the cabin, then checked the outside of the place as Sandy went inside. He walked in the cabin ten minutes later. "Get in here." He heard Sandy yell from the bedroom. She was waiting for him, laying on the bed, naked.

"I figure we have a couple of hours before Maggie gets here." She patted the mattress next to her. "I want to show you how turned-on you got me this evening, before she gets here."

He quickly undressed. "Let me jump in the shower first."

"No." Sandy replied emphatically. "I want to smell my man tonight."

'That's a first.' Brandon thought to himself. 'She's never called me her man before. She must really be turned-on.' He pulled off his clothes and climbed up on the bed, laying next to her.

Sandy rolled over on his body and began kissing him as her hand roamed up and down his body. She wrapped her small hand around his cock and pumped it several times, squeezing it hard.

Brandon sensed she was already worked up. But he wanted to see how far he could push her. "Squeeze that cock baby! Come on! Squeeze it hard!" He groaned.

Sandy squeezed his cock harder, moaning. "I don't want to hurt you."

Brandon's lust took control. "You're not going to hurt it!" He growled. "Now squeeze it bitch! Squeeze it like you own it."

Sandy groaned as she felt her own lust taking control. "Oooohhhhh!" She moaned as she squeezed his cock harder than she'd ever squeezed it before. She had held his cock many times before. But there was something about the eroticism of the moment, seeing his flesh in her hand, feeling the hardness of his blood swollen shaft, hearing him growl at her to take it like she owned it. She looked at him with a longing in her eyes, squeezing his manhood.

Brandon recognized that look. He grabbed her breast and squeezed it hard, digging his fingers into her flesh. "Tell me what you want!" He growled at her.

"I want you!" She growled back. "I want you to take me like you own me! I am so fucking horny for you! I want you to fuck me like you own me!"

He smiled at her as he put his hand on the back of her head and started pushing it down his body. "Get down there! You know what I want."

Sandy didn't need to hear anything else. She slid down his body, not needing his hand to force her. She draped herself over his abdomen as she held his cock at attention. She slid her mouth over it and began to suck it with a frenzy. Her head bobbed up and down on the length of his shaft, moaning and slurping.

Brandon groaned, instinctively laying his hands on her head and back. Sandy didn't need any direction. He just wanted to feel her. "Oh fuck!" He groaned softly. "Feels so good!" He laughed softly. "I do love that mouth of yours."

Sandy squealed, hearing his words, intensifying her sucking and slurping on his cock. She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock to catch her saliva as it ran down his shaft. Then she used it to bathe his scrotum, massaging it down to his perinium.

"OH FUCK!" Brandon moaned loud enough to almost be a scream. The sensations as intense as any he'd ever felt. "Where the fuck did you learn this?" He groaned, chuckling.

Sandy pulled off his cock, giggling. "Told you I had a lot of fun in college."

Brian laughed. "I'm glad you were such a good student." An overwhelming urge to have her beneath him took hold in his psyche. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her back up, next to him.

"What are you doing baby?" Sandy asked, the longing in her eyes evident. "I wasn't finished with you."

He chuckled. "I'm not finished with you either." He pushed her on her back and straddled her body. "I'm going to fuck you like I own you. Your words." He crawled up her body till he was straddling her breasts.

Sandy smiled up at him when she realized what he wanted. She grabbed his cock and stroked it a few times before pushing it down between her breasts. She pushed her breasts together, wrapping his cock in her warm, soft flesh. "Fuck those tits baby. They're all yours." She moaned, her voice revealing her arousal.

Brandon settled into a slow and steady fucking of her breasts as the two lovers stared at each other. "You are so fucking gorgeous." His feelings for her overwhelmed him as he watched her facial expressions. That wanton look, coupled with the knowledge of how much she loved him. "What have you done to me woman? I don't think you know how much I love you." He groaned as he felt his orgasm building.

"Tell me." Sandy moaned as she held her breasts squeezed together. No matter how many times he told her, she always loved hearing it.

He smiled down at her, knowing what she needed to hear. "You're smart. You're funny. You're stronger than you give yourself credit for." He grunted, feeling his orgasm approaching. "You're gorgeous, sexy, sensuous. You're the fucking best lover any guy could have." He began grunting. "OH FUCK! I DO LOVE YOU GORGEOUS!" He groaned loudly as his orgasm took control.

"I LOVE YOU TOO BABY! NOW FUCK ME YOU BASTARD! She cried out as his body began to spasm. His cock erupted, spewing his first and second blast all over her face and hair. Sandy opened her mouth, trying to catch some of his seed. She'd grown to love its taste.

Brandon leaned against the wall at the head of the bed for leverage as he leaned into her body. Her breasts felt like velvet wrapped around his shaft as it plowed between them. Sandy keeping them squeezed tight together, as though she was trying to milk every drop of his cum out of him. He never took his eyes off her as he quickly painted her face with his white seed. The smile on her face and in her eyes never leaving as he did.

Brandon finally collapsed against the wall, panting, not wanting to dismount from her chest. He wanted to savor the warmth and softness of her breasts as long as possible.

Sandy kept her breasts squeezed together for another minute, or so, before releasing them. "Get up here!" She said softly, as she released her breasts and pulled on the back of his hips.

Brandon scooted forward as Sandy lifted her head. She took the head of his cock in her mouth and began sucking and licking it, taking as much of his cock in her mouth as she could. Swirling her tongue around the head as if she was bathing it.

"Oh fuck!" Brandon moaned softly, still panting. He reached down and grabbed the top of her head, holding it propped up as he began to fuck her mouth. "How is this possible?" He asked when he realized he was ready to go a second round already. It usually took him an hour or so to recover.

Sandy pushed her head back smiling up at him. "Maybe it's the thought of having two horny women. You better save your strength, tiger. You're going to need it. It's going to be a long night."

Vlad drove through the gate of the family estate just after 4:00 a. m. The adrenaline still pushing him. He and Maxim and the rest of the gang had paid Sandy Fiore's parents a visit. The outcome was just as he expected. Her parents had no idea where she was at, and now they were both dead, needlessly. But he'd fulfilled his mother's wishes. He parked his car in one of the garage bays next to the house. He decided he wasn't going to go anywhere the next day, which was already today.

He walked in the house, staggering slightly as he and the guys had stopped off at the strip club to have a few drinks. He'd had enough shots of vodka to give him a nice buzz. He found Czarina waiting for him in the living room. He just looked at her, for the first time feeling a sense of disgust for her. Her hatred of Sandy Fiore was not just consuming her, it was consuming everything around her, himself included. Now he'd just murdered two old people for no other reason than to appease her sick sense of vengeance. "What are you still doing up? Couldn't wait to hear the good news?" He asked sarcastically.

"Is it done?" She asked with no emotion. "Did they tell you anything?"

"IT'S DONE!" Vlad yelled at her in anger. Then he pulled out his phone and opened a picture he'd taken of their two bodies, duct taped to two dining room chairs, slumped over with gun shot wounds to their heads. "I KNEW THEY HAD NO IDEA WHERE SHE WAS!" He continued to yell. Then he forced himself to calm down. "They begged for the other's life. Not their own. For the other. Before I shot them." He'd executed dozens of people over the years. But the moral code within his psyche, if you could call it that, told him this was both wrong and stupid.

"Good!" Czarina replied, again with no emotion. "I didn't think they'd have any useful information. But that doesn't matter. What matters is their deaths will bring her out of hiding. And then I will exact my revenge on her myself."

Then it was as if she just flipped a switch in her psyche. She stood up to go to bed. She took Vlad's face in her hand as she looked at him tenderly. "Thank you, my sweet boy. Thank you for taking care of that for me. Now let me take you to my bed and take care of you. I want to reward you."

Vlad just smiled at her, knowing what she was trying to do. She was trying to take back control of their sexual relationship. She wanted things her way. He grabbed her hand, then held the palm of it to his mouth and kissed it. "Oh, you're going to take care of me, Mama." He said menacingly. He still loved her, in his own warped way. But it was quickly being replaced by a simmering lust. A lust that tasted sweeter each time he tasted it. "Now get up to my room." He commanded her.

Czarina bristled at his ordering her what to do, remembering how he had treated her the night before. "I'm your mother. I will not be talked to, or treated, like one of the sluts at the strip club." She flinched when Vlad raised his hand to her face, thinking he was going to slap her.

He caressed the side of her face with the back of his hand as he stared at her, smiling. There was a smoldering, sensuous beauty about her, that made him want her all the more. She had opened this incestuous door the first time she had seduced him. Since then, she had kept him in check with her anger, and his fear of standing up to her. He realized he wasn't afraid of her anymore. He continued to caress her face in silence as the two stared at each other. He watched as the defiance in her eyes slowly faded. "You need this Mama. Don't you?"

She groaned softly. He knew how to manipulate her and she knew it. She also knew he was only treating her the way she had treated him for years. "You know I do, sweetie. I need my sweet boy. Why are you doing this Vlad?" She asked, already knowing the answer.

He leaned forward and kissed her softly. Then traced the outline of her mouth with the tip of his tongue, knowing how much she craved his gentle touch. "You know why I'm doing this Mama. It's all because of you. You created a monster. And now this monster will have you however he wants." He paused as he watched her. "I do love you Mama. Sometimes, I love you so much, it hurts inside." He grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her to him, kissing her passionately as his other hand grabbed her breast and began to squeeze and knead it like a lump of dough. "But I've also watched you over the years. I've watched the way you've used men for your pleasure, humiliating them, degrading them, and then throwing them aside. The whole time reveling in their pain and humiliation."

He kissed her again. This time hard as his hands came around to the front of her throat. He sucked her lower lip into his mouth and pulled on it, before biting it. Czarina cried out before sobbing. "So you see Mama." He continued to taunt her. "I've learned from the best. And now, I want to know what that feels like with you. I've taken the sluts at work so often, they do nothing for me anymore. I want to know what it feels like to take you, and make you my slut."

"NO!" Czarina screamed defiantly, trying to push away from him.

Vlad slid his hands down to the lapels of her blouse as he responded. "YES!" The combination of the vodka lowering his inhibitions and his anger towards his mother took control. He ripped her blouse apart, sending buttons flying around the room. "YES YOU WILL!" He shouted. His gaze dropped to her heaving chest momentarily. The he stared her in the eye again. Something had snapped in his mind earlier as he carried out her orders to execute those two old people. "I did your fucking dirty work for you tonight. I killed two old people just to satisfy your blood lust. I knew it was a fucking stupid idea! But I did it anyway." He wrapped one hand around the back of her neck and pulled her into his body as he reached in his pants pocket and pulled out his favorite knife.

Czarina's eyes widened as he held the knife in front of her face and flipped open the blade. She knew she had pushed him too far. For a brief second she thought he was going to cut her throat. "Please Vlad! No!" All defiance absent from her voice as she stood frozen with fear.

"Now you're going to satisfy my lust." He slid the flat side of the blade over her cheek, down her neck, then down the valley between her breasts. With a slight tug he sliced the thin piece of cloth holding the cups of her bra together. He then used the blade to push aside the cups, exposing her breasts to his gaze.

Czarina's body began to shake as her son ran the flat side of the blade all over her breasts. She had never seen this side of her son, which made her fear that much greater. She had no idea what he was thinking, or what he was going to do to her.

Vlad calmed himself before continuing. "I was going to save the good news till the morning, after I've had some sleep. But since you were stupid enough to wait up for me, I'll tell you now. I decided this evening, I'm taking over the leadership of this family. You no longer have any authority." He smiled as he ran the blade over one of her nipples. "I do love these tits of yours. They are going to bring me so much pleasure." He looked her in the eye again. "I have the loyalty of all the guys. So, if you think you're going to take power back, think again. And if you think about killing me..." He smiled. "They've all sworn they would avenge my death. I don't think they like you very much." He laughed.

Czarina's mind was racing as it switched to survival mode. "What does that mean for me?"

Vlad smiled as he folded his knife and put it back in his pocket. "You no longer have any say in the family business. But you can continue to enjoy all the perks of being the matron of the family, and continue to live the life you've become accustomed to." He pulled her into his body again as his other hand grabbed one of her breasts and squeezed it hard. "On the condition you keep me happy, and serve me as you're told." He dug his fingers into her breast until she cried out in pain. "Disappoint me or disobey me, and..." He paused as he glared at her. "I guess you'll no longer have any value to this family."

Czarina began to sob. Something she hadn't done in decades. "I thought you loved me Vlad. What happened to my sweet boy?"

He just shook his head in disbelief. Either she was just another stupid bitch, or she was trying to manipulate him one last time. The he chuckled. "I guess I have what they call a 'love/hate relationship' with you. And you can thank yourself for that. Now get the fuck upstairs to my room."

Sandy was waiting for Maggie at the front door, wearing a bathrobe, when she stepped on the front porch. She and Brandon had heard her car coming long before she got to the cabin. "Well, hello again!" Sandy greeted her smiling as she stepped aside, allowing Maggie to enter the cabin.

"Good evening." Maggie returned the greeting, her voice a little shaky from nervousness. She looked around the cabin, remembering it fondly from the many times she'd stayed there with Charlie, Brandon's close friend from his time in the Army. "This place is just as I remember it."

"You've been here before?" Brandon asked as he walked out of the bedroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist, having just showered.

Maggie's pussy began to twitch as she stared at his chiseled body. "Yes!" Her voice shaking even more now, as her nervousness collided with her arousal. "Charlie and I spent one of the best summers of my life up here, the summer before he went into the Army."

A light went on in Brandon's brain. He started putting the pieces together. "So you're the Maggie he always talked about?" The three of them had never shared stories of their past and how Brandon and Sandy had come to be staying at this particular cabin.

Maggie's eyes lit up. "Wait! You know Charlie?"

Brandon smiled. "I do. We served together. He spoke of you quite fondly on many occasions." He didn't want to get too graphic as Charlie had often told them of Maggie's insatiable appetite for sex. Then he did some quick math in his head and realized she was more than old enough to be Charlie's mother. 'Who the fuck cares?' He asked himself. 'She's an attractive woman with a great body.'

Maggie smiled as she remembered that summer. "That was a great summer. We had a lot of fun. And he was quite the...." She stopped herself before getting too graphic.

Brandon stepped up to her and put his arm around her shoulders as he held out his other arm to Sandy. Sandy stepped up, wrapping her arms around Brandon's and Maggie's waists. "How about we have our own fun." He said smiling back and forth between the two ladies. Then he leaned forward and kissed Sandy as he held Maggie tight against them. Their kiss lingered as they moaned in unison.

Maggie stood watching, feeling their passion for each other. She wanted to join in, but was uncomfortable at this point. She felt her own arousal deepening as their kiss became more passionate.

Brandon finally broke the kiss with Sandy, only to turn his attention to Maggie. He pulled her head to him and kissed her with the same passion he'd kissed Sandy. He released his hold on Sandy so he could use both hands to slip Maggie's coat off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor.

Maggie began to sigh and moan softly as she became caught up in the sensuality of the moment. Her moans became louder when Brandon began to fondle her breasts, over her blouse.

Brandon broke the kiss and then walked around, standing behind Maggie. He looked at Sandy as she stepped forward. The two ladies embraced and began kissing. Brandon stood behind Maggie and listened as the two ladies kissed, moaning and sighing in unison. He began to roam his hands up and down her body, spending extra time on her ass. When he'd listened to them long enough he leaned over Maggie's shoulder and began kissing her neck. "I think our new friend is overdressed." He whispered to Sandy.

Sandy took her cue. She stepped back enough to start unbuttoning Maggie's blouse. Brandon held her arms at her side as he continued to kiss her neck and shoulder.

Maggie stared at Sandy as she unbuttoned her blouse, not saying anything for fear of detracting from the eroticism of the moment. She was being undressed by two people she hardly knew, and it wasn't happening fast enough for her. Then she felt her hands being pulled behind her back. Brandon held them together with one hand as he untied the knot holding his towel in place. Then Maggie felt his rigid manhood brush up against her hand. She opened both hands, then wrapped them around his cock. Both Maggie and Brandon moaned as she stroked his stiff manhood. "Oh fuck! I want that inside me." She gasped.

Sandy smiled as Maggie expressed her need of Brandon's cock. The jealousy she thought she'd be dealing with was now replaced with an overwhelming desire to experience all the pleasure the three of them could give each other. She pulled the blouse off of Maggie's shoulders, who freed her arms long enough to let it slide to the floor.

Brandon unsnapped the hooks on the back of Maggie's bra, and then slid the straps off her shoulders and down her arms. He then stepped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, taking a breast in each hand as Sandy unsnapped her jeans and slid them down her legs. Maggie stepped out of them, kicking them aside. Then Maggie slid her hands behind her, between their bodies, and grabbed his cock again.

"Are your breasts very sensitive?" He asked, whispering in her ear.

"Extremely!" Was all Maggie could reply as he cupped them from underneath, lifting them as he pinched the nipples softly. She began to groan as her body shook.

Brandon smiled at Sandy, over Maggie's shoulder. She had a smoldering lust filled look in her eyes. He realized at that point Sandy was more into this then he was. "They're all yours." He said smiling at her.

Sandy reached for one of Maggie's breasts with both hands as Brandon released it. They weren't as big as Sandy's, but they were big enough, she knew her man would enjoy fucking them. She lifted it as she dropped her head. Sucking it into her mouth, Sandy began to nurse on it, like a newborn, teasing the nipple with the tip of her tongue while raking it over her teeth. Brandon continued to knead and pinch the other breast.

Maggie gasped from the initial contact. Her gasps quickly became a deep guttural moan as her two new friends worked her sensitive breasts with a mastery she'd never experienced before. Just when she thought things were intense, she felt Brandon's free hand sliding down her stomach and between her legs. A new round of sensations erupted in her when his fingers pried their way between the folds of her pussy, in search of her swelling clit. She knew he wouldn't have any trouble finding it. She had been cursed with a clit that swelled to the size of a marble whenever she was aroused. She'd always thought of it as a curse, because it always stayed swollen for hours after it had been played with. Sometimes a whole day.

Brandon felt the hard nub of her clit as soon as his fingers plowed the folds of her pussy. He slid it between his fingers and began to gently squeezed and massage it. He was rewarded with Maggie's response. Her body began to shake as her knees buckled. She released his cock and threw both arms around his neck, behind her, to hold herself up. Brandon squeezed her breast harder, holding her against his body as his other hand worked her swelling clit.

"OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK!" Maggie squealed over and over, her body shaking uncontrollably.

Brandon knew this was going to be a long and intense night with these two. The harder he worked Maggie's clit, the more intense her shaking and convulsing became. He could tell Sandy was hyper-aroused too. She was no longer gently nursing on Maggie's breast. It looked more like a feeding frenzy as she devoured it with her mouth.

The minutes passed as Brandon held Maggie upright, he and Sandy pushing her through one orgasm after another. Finally, Maggie reached her breaking point, where she couldn't take anymore. "Please! No more!" She sobbed, still shaking uncontrollably. "Please! Too much! Too much!"

Brandon pulled his hand from between her legs, still supporting her by holding her breast. Sandy stood up, releasing Maggie's breast. She had that sexual haze in her eyes that told both Maggie and Brandon this was far from over. Brandon's fingers were soaked in Maggie's juices. He held them in front of her mouth.

Maggie grabbed his hand, shoving his fingers in her mouth. She licked and sucked her juices from his hand with a fervor that let him know she was far from being done as well.

"Let's take this into the bedroom." Brandon said, as he released his hold on Maggie, making sure she could stand on her own. "We're not done with you yet." He whispered in Maggie's ear. "You two can get better acquainted while I have my own fun." He led them both into the bedroom, pointing to the bed. "Get on the bed. On your back." He said to Maggie.

Maggie complied without hesitation. She climbed on the bed, then rolled over on her back. She spread her legs, revealing her swollen clit that stuck out like a sore thumb, literally.

Brandon took Sandy in his arms and kissed her as she reached between them and grabbed his hard cock. "Thank you for my Christmas present." He said smiling at her. A tenderness in his eyes. "I love it. I love you."

Sandy returned his smile as she squeezed his cock. "I thought you would. I love you too. Now what?"

"Keep our girl occupied while I have a late-night snack."

Sandy giggled softly. "Think she can take it?"

"I guess we'll find out." He replied, the laughed.

Sandy climbed on the bed and laid across Maggie's chest. They began to kiss and fondle each other, moaning and sighing together as each enjoyed the other.

Brandon watched them for a couple minutes, enjoying the show. Then he climbed up on the bed, his complete focus on Maggie's glistening pussy and her swollen clit, that could have been seen from the other room. He got comfortable, between her legs, then tucked his arms under her legs, wrapping his arms around her thighs. He lowered his head and blew gently on her clit.

Maggie's body arched off the bed as she moaned. She looked up at Sandy, whose body was blocking her line of sight to Brandon. "Is he going to do what I think he is?"

Sandy giggled. "He is."

"Oh no! Please! I don't know if I can take anymore! It's throbbing so bad now!" Maggie pled with her.

Sandy smiled down at her, caressing her face. "You're the one who wanted to play with us. But I should forewarn you. He only stops when he's had enough." She leaned down and kissed Maggie. Then started kissing her all over her face and neck. "And his appetite is insatiable." She whispered in Maggie's ear.

Brandon sucked Maggie's clit into his mouth, raking it over his teeth as his tongue tormented it.

Maggie's body exploded. She began to buck up and down on the bed as she screamed in ecstasy. Brandon held her legs tight, while Sandy held her down, laying across her chest. Maggie's screams and wails became so loud she would have startled the whole neighborhood, if they'd had any neighbors.

Brandon licked, nibbled and sucked, pushing Maggie harder and further than she'd ever experienced before. Her body convulsing and her wails and screams only muted by Sandy's kisses or her shoving one of her breasts in Maggie's mouth. He did his best to drink in her juices that flowed from her body, as though a faucet had been turned on. He continued to feast on her long after her body collapsed in exhaustion on the bed, still feeling her body trembling as she whimpered and sobbed.

When Maggie finally relinquished all control, realizing she had no way of stopping this delicious torture she was being subject to, her pleasure not only intensified, it became more fulfilling. Wave after wave of pleasure and sensations washed over her as Sandy and Brandon loved her through one orgasm after another. The night was just beginning and she was already exhausted. Then she laughed to herself when she realized she had come to their cabin to thank him for standing up for her at the diner. Now she was going to have to thank him for this too.

When he'd had enough fun, he pulled his mouth off her and knelt on the bed between her spread legs. He wiped her juices from his face, with the back of his hand, as he continued to watch her body tremble.

Sandy sensing he had finished with Maggie, rolled off her body and crawled to him. She threw one arm around his neck, grabbing his cock with her other hand. "Did you have your fun?" She asked smiling before kissing him and squeezing his cock.

Brandon moaned into her mouth, feeling her hand stroke his manhood. He knew he'd never get tired of her touch. "Merry Christmas to me." He replied smiling. "Damn! I do love these things!" He groaned softly as he began mauling one of her breasts.

Maggie lay on the bed for a minute, watching the two of them love each other, not wanting to interfere. Until Sandy looked over her shoulder at her and nodded her head for Maggie to join them. She got on her knees and positioned herself next to them. Both Brandon and Sandy draped an arm around her shoulder, bringing her into their kissing and fondling. "Before I forget." Maggie spoke up with a husky voice. "I want to thank you for standing up for me at the diner." She said to Brandon.

"You're welcome. But you already thanked me." He replied as he dropped his hand down to her ass and squeezed it. She had a nice, tight ass.

"I know." Maggie replied with a smile. "But I really want to thank you properly." She slid her hand between them and replaced Sandy's hand on his cock.

Brandon looked at Sandy as though seeking permission and making sure it was ok. There was still that lingering doubt in his mind of Sandy regretting their little threesome.

Sandy just smiled at him. "Merry Christmas. The gifts just keep on coming. Your turn to lay down."

When Brandon was on the bed, Sandy laid herself across his chest the way she had with Maggie. While Maggie positioned herself between his legs.

Brandon closed his eyes and moaned when he felt Maggie's tongue lick his scrotum and work its way up his shaft. He lay there for several minutes, eyes closed, enjoying Maggie's oral skills as Sandy lay across his chest watching him with a smile on her face. He opened his eyes. "You know this will probably take a while." He said softly to Sandy.

She leaned over and kissed him before whispering in his ear. "Why do you think I brought you off twice before she got here."

He chuckled. "You conniving bitch."

She giggled. "That's me. YOUR conniving bitch."

He pulled her down and kissed her hard as his free hand grabbed her breast and began to maul it. The two moaned into each other's mouth as he kneaded her breast, pinching and pulling on the nipple. He pulled her head back. "I'm hungry. You better feed me."

Sandy smiled as she slid up his body enough to feed one of her breasts into his mouth. She held it up for him, like an offering. Then rolled down, shoving her breast into his open mouth. She let out a low guttural moan as his teeth and tongue went to work on her sensitive flesh. Then she gasped when she felt his hand slide down her stomach and between her legs. She spread them willingly in anticipation. Her gasp became a moan when he began to rub her swollen clit. He had just the right touch to drive her insane with pleasure, and she knew that he knew it. She clamped her legs together, instinctively, trying to trap his hand between them.

Brandon felt Maggie's mouth slide down the length of his shaft. Her mouth and tongue felt like liquid velvet as they slid up and down his shaft. He pulled off Sandy's breast. "Spread 'em." Was all he said before inhaling her breast again.

Sandy spread her legs, gladly. She rolled into his head, harder, cradling it with her hand as she felt his two middle fingers invade her body. Her body shook, knowing what he was searching for as he curled his fingers inside her. "Oh fuuuuuck!" She moaned softly, her entire body shaking, as he searched for her holy grail. She lurched in his arms grunting when he found it. "That's it! Right there!" She moaned softly as he began to rub her sweet spot.

Maggie was in her own euphoric world as her senses were bombarded. She'd always loved going down on a man. Brandon was no exception. She loved the texture of his cock and the contour of its veins as her lips slid over it, the smell of his body, the taste of his pre-cum. She loved everything about men. Brandon defending her earlier, only made her enjoyment of pleasing him that much better. Her euphoria heightened by the sounds she heard coming from her two new friends as they played with each other.

"Oh fuck! You're going to make me cum!" Sandy squealed as her body tensed up.

Brandon intensified his efforts as his mouth devoured her breast and his fingers explored the walls of her pussy. He sucked on her distended nipple, intentionally raking it over his teeth as he teased it relentlessly with the tip of his tongue. The whole time, holding onto her with one arm wrapped around her as he kept his other hand buried between her legs.

Sandy shook violently as the excitement and tension of the evening collided with the sensations of Brandon's taking her body to new heights of pleasure. The sound of her grunts and panting were just as loud as the sloshing of his fingers, in and out of her pussy.

Brandon's assault on her senses and body continued with unrelenting intensity, even after her orgasm began to wane. He was still enjoying himself too much to stop. But now he felt his own orgasm building as Maggie expertly nursed on his cock. He felt the beginnings of that delicious churning in his stomach as Maggie's tongue bathed the length of his shaft, then swirled around the head. Then she'd plunge his cock into her mouth again and repeat the process.

He groaned, keeping Sandy's breast stuffed in his mouth. His whole body shook as his stomach cramped up. Maggie's mouth stayed locked on his cock, sucking out what little cum he had left in him. He was so caught up in his own ecstasy he didn't realize Sandy was shaking and grunting with another orgasm of her own.

It's funny what goes through your head at the oddest times. Two thoughts ran through his head as he descended from his sexual high. He thought he probably ought to buy Charlie a new mattress after tonight. Then he wondered if the bar had been set now. 'I could get used to this quickly.' He thought to himself. 'A gorgeous woman between my legs while I have Sandy in my arms. Merry Christmas to me.'

Vlad walked into his bedroom, carrying a glass of his favorite whiskey. He'd never been a big fan of whiskey before coming to the States. He had developed a taste for it since his arrival. His mother was waiting for him, sitting on the edge of the bed. She had gone to her room and changed. Putting on one of her modest nightgowns and a bathrobe that she had pulled together and tightly knotted.

Vlad walked up to her, standing within reaching distance as he stood. He knew she was still angry. She'd be angry for quite a while, till she adjusted to her new role as his personal slut. He reached down and lifted her chin, forcing her to look up at him. The two stared at each other as he justified what he was about to do to her.

'We are so fucked up!' His brain screamed, seeing her as a sexual creature instead of his mother. "You fucking did this to me!" He growled at her. "You had to seduce your own son because you're too fucking messed up to trust another man. So be it!" He leaned over and kissed her, still holding her chin. Then he looked her in the eye, their faces inches from each other. "Your sweet boy still loves you Mama." He said smiling. "But now, your sweet boy owns you." He straightened up, then stepped back a couple steps. "Stand up!" He commanded her. He could see the defiance and anger in her eyes as she complied. 'I'm going to enjoy breaking you bitch.' He thought to himself. "Now strip!"

Czarina stood still, staring at her son in defiance. Her defiance quickly faded when she saw him cocking his arm, preparing to slap her across the face again. "Stop!" She cried out, raising her hand to shield her face.

Vlad took a sip of his whiskey as he watched her slowly untie the robe and slide it off her shoulders. He continued to watch as she pulled the straps of her nightgown off her shoulders, then allowed it to slide down her body, puddling around her feet. His eyes roamed up and down her body. No matter how many times he'd seen her naked, he always marveled at her beauty and sensuality. "You are an attractive woman. I do appreciate the way you've taken care of yourself." He reached out and cupped the underside of one of her breasts, lifting it as he admired its size and softness. "I expect you to continue to take care of yourself."

Czarina felt a wave of self-consciousness grip her as Vlad eyed her body. Something she'd never felt before in front of him. But then, she'd always been in charge, or at least felt that way, whenever they were together in her bedroom. Her self-consciousness gave way to anger as he spelled out his expectations for her. 'HOW DARE HE TALK TO ME THAT WAY!' Her mind screamed. 'I'M NOT ONE OF HIS SLUTS FROM THE STRIP CLUB!'

Vlad smiled as he turned to walk over to a chair in the corner of the bedroom. He knew exactly what she was thinking and struggling with. He put his glass down on a small end table next to the chair, then kicked off his shoes and began undressing. When he was completely undressed he turned around, standing in front of the chair. "Get over here." He commanded her as he sat down and grabbed his drink.

Czarina walked over to her son and stood in front of him.

Vlad leaned forward and cupped her womanhood, rubbing his thumb over her pubic area. "I expect you to keep this shaved at all times. If I ever find it not to my liking, I'll shave you myself." His face lacking any expression as he told her another of his expectations.

He'd finally pushed her beyond a breaking point. There would be other barriers in her will and mind he would break in the days ahead. But for now, this was enough. "NO!" She screamed. "I WILL NOT DO THAT!"

Vlad calmly put his glass on the table next to him. Then he suddenly grabbed her wrists and twisted them, forcing her to her knees. He glared into her eyes. Her defiance quickly faded when she saw the anger in his eyes. All he saw was fear. The same fear he'd seen in the eyes of the two old people he'd just killed. All respect for her was gone. And whatever love he had for her was so twisted, all he saw now was a screwed-up woman that everyone lived in fear of. No more. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, then slapped her across the face. "From now on, you will do as you are told!" He growled at her.

Most of his adult life played back in his mind as he sat there holding her head. "How many times did I watch you enjoy making people grovel at your feet, begging for their lives, only to watch you kill them? HOW MANY TIMES?" He shouted. "How many times did I watch you humiliate and degrade people, just for your own sick pleasure? Only to kill them after you were done having your fun." The he realized he'd become just like her. He did get a sick pleasure from using the girls at the strip club, knowing they lived in fear of displeasing him.

He held her head back, forcing her to stare at him. Her face streaked with tears. "The only reason I don't kill you and end your pathetic, miserable life is your my mother." He yanked her head back harder, shaking her. "Give me a reason to overlook that minor technicality, and I will." He released her head and sat back. He grabbed his glass again and took a sip as he watched her process her situation.

"What's it going to be? Do you want to go on living?" He asked. Whatever emotional bond that had existed between them was now severed. The sensuous woman he saw kneeling before him was a broken mess, of no more value to him than one of the girls at the strip club.

"Yes!" She sobbed. Her face buried in her hands. "Please, Vlad!"

Those same words echoed in his brain, coming from the old couple he'd killed earlier. "Then I would suggest you accept your new role as mommy slut." He took another sip of whiskey as he sat there waiting to see what she would do.

Czarina composed herself, then reached for his cock. A small part of her still raged against the humiliation she felt, being treated like a slut by her own son. But that small part was being drowned out by the fear that now gripped her. She knew she'd lost her son. She also knew she'd brought this on herself. She just didn't want to admit that.

She stroked his cock as she stared at it with a different perspective now. This was no longer her 'sweet boy's' manhood she was enjoying. This was now the cock of the man who held her fait in his hands.

She lowered her head, filling her mouth with his cock when it got to full erection. What little satisfaction she got came when she heard him groan his approval.

"Mmmm! I've always loved your cock sucking skills." Vlad groaned, sitting there watching her head bob up and down. A rush of power came over him. He had her at his knees. He could demand anything he wanted from her, and he knew she'd comply. For years he'd lived in fear of her reactions and anger. Now she was just another broken bitch he was going to use for his sick pleasure. The apple didn't fall far from the tree.

"If I wasn't so fucking tired, I'd put you on all fours and fuck that nice ass of yours." Part of his pleasure was taunting her with all the things he was going to do to her. All the things he knew she hated. "And those tits of yours." He laughed. "Oh, Mama! I'm going to have so much fun fucking those tits." He set his glass back down again, then grabbed her head with both hands, taking control of it. "Mmm! That's it Mama! Maybe I should start calling you Mommy Slut." He laughed.

He pumped her head up and down, feeling his orgasm building. "I'm really going to enjoy our new arrangement." He groaned, listening to her cough and gag. "Oh fuck! This is going to be a good one!" He moaned just before his body began convulsing. He held her head tight as he grunted with each spasm, not allowing her to pull off his cock.

Czarina coughed and choked as Vlad kept her mouth stuffed. Her drool, mingled with his cum flowing from her mouth and down her chin. She slapped at his thighs the whole time, hoping he would release her. When he finally did release her, Czarina fell back on the floor coughing and gasping for air.

Vlad stared at her. Even though his lust and anger towards her had been satisfied to a degree, he still felt a vengeful, lust driven desire to make her pay for the way she'd screwed him up over the years. 'I have plenty of time to fuck you, mommy dearest.' He thought to himself. "Get to bed." He looked at the clock beside his bed. "It's almost time to get up." He got up and walked into the bathroom to take a shower. He turned before entering the bathroom. "I want you wearing that black dress you like so much when I get home later this evening. I like that dress too. Very sexy. Very slutty."

Czarina dropped her head in defeat, sobbing, as he closed the door behind him. She knew that this was now her new normal. And she really had no one to blame but herself.