Changing Roles

This is a story of a shift in power from a dominant mother to her confident son. I had posted a longer version of this story but got some useful reviews, took it down and now it's back. Just a mother and son, working out who is actually in charge.

*****

CHAPTER 1

At five minutes after nine on a Monday morning I left Warren's office with a broad smile on my face. I was going to enjoy this project a lot more than I should. I've only been a real investment banker for about two years so getting to rescue a company single handed was a big vote of confidence from the two partners. What they didn't know was that it was my mother's company.

I'm John, 25 years old and working for a small hedge fund. I graduated Suma Cum Laude from Penn state and then got my MBA from Wharton. But what I didn't put on my resume was what got me here. Somehow Warren found out I'd turned twenty thousand dollars, my tuition, into one and one half million. I took out loans to cover the tuition cost and then invested the money my mother had given me for grad school. Sounds good, right? It was, till I made a risky options play in my second year of grad school and ended up with about 50K. I was humiliated and pulled back from the market.

Me? I'm six three and lean also. I work out but I'm also blessed with amazing genes so I'm well, damn good looking. I was approached to do modeling but declined. It doesn't challenge me. My hair is blonde and my eyes brown. Oh, and I have a thick 7 and half inch long circumcised penis and I shave my pubic region too. I figured you'd like to know.

I have what people have called 'presence', that innate aura that I'm somehow in charge. I like it.

During my interview with Warren Jasperman I thought I was doing well when he suddenly asked some very specific questions as so why I chose that options play. I was stunned. I figured this interview was toast. I answered him in detail, no point in trying to cover since, as I found out later, Warren and Calder's network was very big. He listened very carefully, asked more questions and then told me I was hired. My stunned look asked the question my mouth wouldn't. He smiled and explained.

"You had the right position, as you know. You just lacked the deep pockets to ride out the dip. We have those pockets."

And that is how I became an investment banker. For the next two years I was tutored extensively. I had no social life. Whatever time I had way from the office was spent on case studies. This was going to be my test. Warren and Calder had given me the briefing and the doc box.

"John, this company was closely held until two years ago. To fund expansion the owner made a public offering and handed out options. However, she didn't pay attention and now over 50% of the stock is out there. There are vultures circling. She has a couple of good products but it's the research they want. She has asked us to defend her company. In return we will get a big piece of it and we will have any future public offerings. Now go save our company."

I had no other clients so the rest of my day was spent dissecting my mother's most cherished accomplishment. It was impressive.

Growing up, I, of course, loved my mother but I also admired her. She was always in charge, always 'on'. It was from her that I inherited my 'presence'. She could also be very affectionate and my sister and I were well aware that she also enjoyed sex. Even with the door closed it was obvious. We'd sit in the hall and giggle listening. Mom worked long hours but always made the games and plays that my sister and I were in. Now I was seeing what she had built.

She had a small manufacturing company that made stuff not germane to this story. But more than just her products, she had a research department that spun out one idea after another. That was what they were after, those ideas. It was clear that mom had not considered the concept that someone might come after her company. I had my work cut out for me but the biggest challenge was going to be to get her to listen to me.

By the time I left my office at nine PM I knew as much about Miranda's company as she did. Warren had set up a meeting with her, in her office, tomorrow at ten. She assumed it was with Warren.

My mom kept her maiden name for business reasons and the partners had not delved into her personal life so they were sending me to what they thought was a tough meeting with a tough broad. That part they had right.

Mom's secretary tried not to leave her mouth gaping open when she looked up at me. We chatted briefly, I was of course, charming. The secretary was fortyish attractive and well-built with a small maybe B chest and a wedding ring. I made no attempt to make a pass at her even though I knew she'd say yes if I did. I had much more important issues. She ushered me into her boss's office, got me some coffee and left.

Five minutes later Miranda Kaufman, my mother, strode through the door. I stood up. She saw me, quickly looked around the room and looked at me again, this time quizzically.

"John, it's wonderful to see you but your timing is a bit off, I was supposed to meet with someone. Could you come back another time?"

"Hello Mother. Actually I can't come another time. This is my appointment."

She was back in charge now. She sat at her desk and called up her calendar.

"I'm not sure if you're trying to be funny but you're not. I'm meeting with Warren Jasperman today and it's very important so I need you to leave."

"I work for Warren, he sent me."

I had told mom I worked for an investment bank but she never asked which one. In her world, nothing was serious except her. She looked at me in surprise. There was a pause.

"No, no, no, there is some mistake. I am NOT putting the future of my company in the hands of a child."

I began to speak and she waved me off as she poked the phone. I sat as she talked to Warren. He clearly was not letting on he knew nothing of this and he also was not giving ground. After a few minutes mom hung up. She just stared at me.

"You really traded your tuition into a million and half?"

"Yes."

"Why didn't you tell me? Ask me to invest?"

"Because I knew you wouldn't take me seriously. Would you?"

She thought for a moment.

"No, I wouldn't have."

I looked straight into her eyes.

"And what would you have said after the position cratered, mother?"

She did not like my inquisition but she answered.

"I would have told you that you were stupid and an amateur."

She paused.

"Well, Warren, whom I trust beyond words, says you are the best and that they will be reviewing any moves with you so I guess I'm stuck."

I decided to ignore that remark.

"I have a plan of action and I'd like to go over it with you."

"I have an hour, let's get started."

We moved to the conference table and I spread out the papers and computer printouts. I gave her the background of her adversaries and what we believed they wanted. That part was easy. When I laid out the plan she listened for about twenty five minutes. It was radical, but it was the only way. I watched her face get tighter. Her hands clenched. She finally stood up. She towered over me. As she spoke she hit the table for emphasis.

"NO! I will NOT do this! You're going to cost my people their jobs, your going to strip me of my power to run this company and it will fail! You're a damn child and you have no idea what it's like to run a company!"

Now I stood, slowly. I'm just barely taller than her and I can look nearly level into her eyes. I spoke in a deferential tone.

"Mother, you need to do this because it is the only way to save your first child."

She was still mad.

"Which my second child is tying to the railroad tracks and hoping the train derails first!"

I sat down, which calmed her and she followed. I continued in the same respectful tone. But under it was a streak of confidence.

"Mother, this plan is in phases. We'll know if it is working fairly early. Please agree to implement the first phase and be patient. Remember, Warren and Calder signed off on this, they will be watching."

My mother leaned back and sighed. She reached up and tucked a stray dark amber lock of her hair out of her eyes.

"I agree, but only because they are watching. Grown-ups need to be in charge of things like this."

I left her office and headed home. I'd never stood up to her. Even that tiny little bit. You just didn't. I didn't Jackie, my sister, would never have thought of doing it and certainly not my father.

CHAPTER 2

Dad and mom have a very interesting dynamic. He's a golf pro. He did a few years on the PGA circuit, won a few mid-level tournaments and leveraged that into a nice spot at the most prestigious country club in the county. It is from him I got my charm; he has it in spades and uses it liberally. He's no dope. He reads voraciously and knows a lot about what's going on in the world. He just has no ambition. But mom uses him. When she meets power couples, it's his job to keep the wife busy so mom can get the deal done. He behaves, with them.

But when I was eighteen and working in the club for the summer I found out his hobby. Fucking MILF's.

I found out, by sneaking through the back door to a storeroom behind my dad's office that dad had three wives he was banging on an occasional basis. Once I'd seen the act on all three I got bored. I was getting laid by Becky Henderson and she left me exhausted. Plus, a year before I had lost my virginity to mom's best friend and she still called, she was worse so watching sex just didn't have that allure. Till one night, by accident, I discovered a huge secret.

It was my third year in college. I had actually worked late in the repair shed at the back of the course. I was returning the cart back to the clubhouse. I saw dad's car and the shadow of another. I was in that kind of mood so I thought I'd sneak in and see which of his toys was on deck tonight.

I got in place in the store room and slipped the door into his office open. They'd been there a while. This was a new woman too. Dad had her on the carpeted floor. They were both naked, of course. I was looking at them from the side. The girl was younger than the others and on the tall side. She was blonde and had a nice shape. She was on her knees and her head was on the rug. Dad had a good grip on her hips and was pounding her young pus. She just groaned and wiggled her firm ass. Dad looked like he was close.

"Yeah baby get ready! OHHHFUUCCKKK I'm gonna cum!"

Her muffled voice came from the carpet.

"OHHHHHHHH DO IT! Ohhhhh cum in me!"

He gave one hard jam and held, grunting as his cum jetted up her baby ramp. When he was done he just held himself in there for a minute. They were both panting. He slowly pulled his wilting monster out of her and just kneeled as the girl rolled over and gave me a perfect view of, long legs, a shaved pussy covered in goo, two lovely C sized tits with huge nipples and my sister's face! She lay spread eagled and smiling.

"Oh dad! I love the way you fuck!"

Dad was getting up.

"Well, it was your idea, Jackie. I would never had thought you were interested."

"Oh man, John and I used to listen to you two fuck. Then I'd go back to my room and masturbate wishing my dad's cock was in me."

Dad grinned.

"If I only knew."

Jackie giggled.

"Dad, I was sixteen, that's bit early, you know."

"True, so you and that monk of a brother actually listened?"

Jackie laughed.

"I don't think he's a monk dad. He's just very career driven."

Dad was getting dressed.

"Well, I don't have to tell you. Ya gotta have some fun in life. So why did you wait so long to seduce your old man?"

Jackie stood up. I admired her. I hadn't seen my older sister naked, well, ever. She's statuesque, like mom but she oozes sensuality. She stood and made no attempt to get dressed as she talked to her father.

"Well, I never thought I could until I was here one night when you were giving some wife a good fucking. I was in that store room, watching."

I freaked. I couldn't get out fast without making a noise. But I was okay, nobody moved towards the door. Jackie continued as she looked around and found her thong.

"Well, I figured, since you already were cheating, and I already knew you were a sex fiend, maybe I should give you a try."

"But I'm your father."

She giggled as she hooked her bra.

"That's what made it so hot. That turns me on. Fucking family."

Dad laughed.

"Ever make a pass at your brother?"

Jackie paused and I stopped breathing.

"I don't know how he'd react. We never talk sex and I have no idea how much experience he has."

Dad just shrugged and got dressed. They chatted some more and made another date. I had to stay in that damn room another half hour before they both left and I could get out.

I sat in my car, thinking. I'd never seen incest, or read about it or looked at incest porn. Yeah I knew my sister was hot but I never tried to peek. Now I'd watched her fuck my dad and knew she might try and fuck me.

The next night I was out on one of my infrequent dates. She was an old high school pal, married and unhappy. We'd arranged a hook up but at the last minute she had to cancel. I went back home and slipped into the house. Jackie was out. She was out every night. The woman lived to fuck. Kinda like her father, no surprise they ended up screwing.

As I was walking up the stairs I was wondering when and if my sister was going to come onto me and what I was going to do. The wonderful sounds of sex filled my ears. Mom and dad had left the door open. I slowly worked my way down the dark hall and peeked in. What I saw changed my life.

The TV was on, playing a porn movie with no sound. My mother's tall strong frame was on top of dad. She was posting on his big dick. There was enough light that I could see every detail of her. Her tight waist, big hard breasts, swinging as she moved, her long auburn hair swaying and as she rose I saw her cleft, shiny and bare. I felt my penis grow without my hand anywhere near it. She was amazing. She had her hands flat on his chest and was talking. I had to try and get my dick out, I needed to cum.

"Fuck me, you cheating bastard! Fuck your wife! You know I'm a better fuck than any of them!'

She knew! And approved! So damn kinky! Dad groaned.

"Oh Miranda! You're the best fuck ever! Thank you for letting me fuck you baby!"

'You're welcome you ingrate, now make me cum!"

She was even in charge in bed. As I watched and tried not to cum I wondered if there ever would be a way to make her submissive, to me. Jackie wasn't interesting any more. Mom changed to cinder shifting on dad's big dick.

"Oh baby, I love the way your pussy feels. Thank you for fucking me."

Mom was panting. Her long hair flipped back and forth as her hips slid up and down dad's sweaty thighs. She never stopped looking at him. In mid stroke she stopped.

"Who are you fucking George? Tell me!"

Dad was trying to fuck her but she's big and held him still.

"I told you baby. Just those three, Jenkins, Swarthmore and Collingwood. Please fuck me, I'm so close the shooting!"

She went back to sliding her hips back and forth. But slowly.

"OHHHYYYEEAAHH! That's sooooo nice, baby!"

Mom had her head back, she was enjoying it too.

"I'm going to cum on your cheating cock George. Cum with me, fill me!"

"YES YES! Oh yeah, fuck me till I cum baby!"

Now mom was riding him like a storefront pony. I could hear the liquid sound of their union. My cock was out and I was stroking hard. I wanted to cum watching my mom getting fucked. I couldn't believe how turned on I was. In a few seconds it was over for all three of us.

"Cumming Asshole! Cumming on your lousy cock! ARRGGGHHHH!"

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck! YEAH! UNNGGGHGHHHH!"

And a hot rope of cum jetted out of my cock and against my palm. It was so warm. I was fighting to not pant and be heard. I slowly slipped away. He didn't tell her about Jackie. As hard as I tried, I never saw that act again, well, at home.

In my second year of grad school Jackie made her move. She showed up at my apartment one night, seriously stewed. I had a casual girlfriend at the time. I'd tell the whole story but it doesn't have a sexy ending. Basically she took off her clothes and tried to blow me. I managed to avoid giving in, it wasn't easy, and got her to bed. There was only one family member I had plans for.

CHAPTER 3

I didn't see mom for a few days after our first meeting. The first phase of the plan was in play and we just had to wait. Warren and Calder had warned me that, no matter how well you planned, there would be unpleasant surprises. The blue back (lawyer talk for legal notice) that showed up mid-afternoon on Thursday was like a cold bucket of water. I immediately dropped everything else and buried myself in the response. I was at about an hour later when my secretary stuck her head in.

"She's on the phone and raging. Are you in?"

She gave a pained smile. Janice is great; she'd take a bullet for me, or my cock. But I'd never offer she's way too valuable to risk for just sex. I smiled and waved her out. I picked up the phone.

"You ass! You really fucked this up! Did you READ this thing? I'm going to be out on my ass next week and it's all YOUR fault! I do not know why I trusted you! Damn you!"

And then she was gone. I stared at the phone and actually laughed. Well, I'll call her back later, after I finish the plan. Two hours later I got a call from Calder. Mom had called him, of course. He was great. He said nothing about the family connection but stood firm with her. She insisted he take over and he resolutely refused. She was livid. She hated not being in charge of this and worse she hated that I was and that I knew more than her. When I called her back her mood had gone from towering rage to sullen anger.

"Mother, we need to meet to go over our response."

"I'm fucked either way, what's the point?"

I laughed.

"Hardly, not even close. But it's going to take a lot of time and research to nullify their action. Come to my house Friday night at nine."

"Why can't we meet in my office?"

Mom trying to control, again. I was polite.

"No mother, my house, nine PM."

She acted like she hadn't heard me.

"Then our house, if you prefer."

I sighed to myself.

"Mother, you heard me, I'll be waiting. Goodbye."

I gently hung up the phone. That was the most defiant thing I had ever done to my mother and I had done it so politely. Now, all she had to do was show up.

CHAPTER 4

She did and right on time. She must have come straight from the office because she carried only her business case, no luggage. She probably thought this wouldn't take long and then tomorrow she could call Warren or Calder to check. I opened the door and we were eye to eye, she had her heels on. Her face was a little drawn. The merest impression of dark circles shaded under her eyes. I'd never seen that. This situation must be taking a toll. She came in and looked at me. I pointed to my dining room which had been changed into the war room for this project. My antique mahogany table had three twenty seven inch monitors on it tied into the server in my basement. Stacks of papers were neatly arranged in front of the other chair. I was ready. I didn't bother asking her if she had eaten. Silently she took her place, now she was glaring at me, just a little. I sat next to her.

"Now mother, this is what's going on."

Three hours later she was having trouble keeping her eyes open. She'd been with me the whole time and now I was done. She looked mildly impressed.

"This was all your work, your idea?"

"Yes."

"This is risky. Why do you think it will work?"

"Because, they know I'm running this. All they see is a young kid and it's making them cocky. I, on the other hand have gone over every takeover they have done or tried. I can pretty safely guess what they will do next."