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                                               Chapter Four: The Storm Brews

Martha Standard-Brown was a homely woman, fluffed in many places as she was curved; she was also Caleb's mother and it showed in the shape and color of his eyes, Ophelia could feel the tension in the driveway as they pulled up.  Caleb had already gripped the steering wheel and was muttering under his breath; he despised her, but that was because she blamed him for something tragic that happened to the family

"Stay in the car pet"

"But, sir"

"No buts, she's not getting in this house"

"Who is she?"

"My mother, pet the queen bitch"

All Ophelia could do was nod, she was tense and so was he; she watched as he got out of the car. Standing tall for a few moments he soon reverted to what looked to be a little boy stance when he came into contact with his mother

"So…who is she? Another whore from that…that establishment you frequent?"

"No mom, she is someone that has willingly entered into my service"

"Service?" she scoffed "Caleb when will you give up on these games you play?"

"What games mom, I made my choice.  Or better yet you made it when you choose to think I was to blame for her murder" Caleb grit his teeth

"Because you ARE son, if you hadn't of been gallivanting around with your friend, she would still be here.  You were the one that I trusted to watch her and you failed me"

"How was I supposed to know that would happen; she had played in that place more times than I can count and nothing happened, one time, onetime"

"One time was more than enough sweetheart"

"I ain't your sweetheart mom, I haven't been that since I was eight" he breathed calmly, "if you needed to get in touch with me why not send dad?"

"Because your dad is in the hospital"

He was about to retort when his blood ran cold. What was he thinking; he just saw her and went off, he knew if she came it must be something important and yet here he was yelling at her because of his past; he tried to collect himself in the light of this knew revelation.

"What?"

"Yes, son he suffered a minor stroke and is in the hospital, that is the only reason why I come to your…humble abode"

Caleb nodded, "well we need to unload the car mother, and we will be there as soon as we can"
His mother shot a look at his new pet on the verge of saying something when he cut her off

"I know what you would prefer, but this is not about what you want Mother, it is about what I need and if I am to see my dad this way I need my support, and she is part of that. Now go on be with dad we will be there within an hour"

Caleb walked back to his car and as his mom drove off he got Ophelia out, and because he didn't know what else to do and couldn't react the way he wanted he kissed her hard and passionately pressing her against the frame of the car, although she was shocked she returned the kiss in three fold she wrapped her arms around him and held him close in an almost reflexive way; when the kiss broke she asked:

"What's wrong, Master?"

He sighed looking down, "My father, is in the hospital please help me unload this stuff and then we need to head to the hospital"

She nodded and they started to work on unloading; as each piece got unloaded and placed where it needed to be he could feel his sadness turning to anger, his blood was boiling and it was because of his mom.  She always knew how to get under his skin; always did always will it was his curse with his mother.

Ophelia was heading out the door when he kicked it closed gently enough that no one would notice, he grabbed her by the arms and pinned her up against the wall.  Anger had a funny effect on Caleb; once it cooled down, all the unspent aggression made him want an animalistic romp.  With her hands pinned he bit her neck getting a resounding moan from her he knew he shouldn't be doing this but right at that moment he didn't care about much he held her there she began to tremble out of lust, this is what Ophelia wanted a strong, dependable man who would always take her by surprise he pressed up against her body loosening the corset and nearly ripping the shirt to take her breasts out.
Part of Caleb knew he should stop and just wait til later but part of also knew that he wouldn't be able to concentrate if he did he undid his pants as he got one of her nipples in his mouth and then he concentrated on slipping her panties to the side. He dove inside her slowly feeling the resistance of her cherry she let out a pained moan and said "Yes…yes master take it please, I trust you with all my body just take it from me"

He took it slowly making sure she was comfortable enough to realize what this was she was doing as soon as the pained moans gave way to pleased he started to fuck into her harder and deeper moaning with her and moaning out her name.  he let go of her hands and her legs wrapped around her waist she started saying "oh gods yes master fuck me…fuck me like the dirty pet that I am" and he took it longer harder and faster. Delving into her tight mound he couldn't imagine anything feeling better than she did and he was glad she was his and his alone.

They went from the door frame to the floor their bodies getting heavier with lust and love, their sweat mingling as they took it faster and faster their screams and moans filled the room he felt himself cumming as she came hard and fast filling her up.  Collapsing on the floor he felt much better but knew now they would have to take showers and get redressed just to go down there.  They both started to laugh at the situation in front of them he kissed her "I think this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship Ophelia, a beautiful one indeed"

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                                               Chapter Four: The Storm Brews

Martha Standard-Brown was a homely woman, fluffed in many places as she was curved; she was also Caleb's mother and it showed in the shape and color of his eyes, Ophelia could feel the tension in the driveway as they pulled up.  Caleb had already gripped the steering wheel and was muttering under his breath; he despised her, but that was because she blamed him for something tragic that happened to the family

"Stay in the car pet"

"But, sir"

"No buts, she's not getting in this house"

"Who is she?"

"My mother, pet the queen bitch"

All Ophelia could do was nod, she was tense and so was he; she watched as he got out of the car. Standing tall for a few moments he soon reverted to what looked to be a little boy stance when he came into contact with his mother

"So…who is she? Another whore from that…that establishment you frequent?"

"No mom, she is someone that has willingly entered into my service"

"Service?" she scoffed "Caleb when will you give up on these games you play?"

"What games mom, I made my choice.  Or better yet you made it when you choose to think I was to blame for her murder" Caleb grit his teeth

"Because you ARE son, if you hadn't of been gallivanting around with your friend, she would still be here.  You were the one that I trusted to watch her and you failed me"

"How was I supposed to know that would happen; she had played in that place more times than I can count and nothing happened, one time, onetime"

"One time was more than enough sweetheart"

"I ain't your sweetheart mom, I haven't been that since I was eight" he breathed calmly, "if you needed to get in touch with me why not send dad?"

"Because your dad is in the hospital"

He was about to retort when his blood ran cold. What was he thinking; he just saw her and went off, he knew if she came it must be something important and yet here he was yelling at her because of his past; he tried to collect himself in the light of this knew revelation.

"What?"

"Yes, son he suffered a minor stroke and is in the hospital, that is the only reason why I come to your…humble abode"

Caleb nodded, "well we need to unload the car mother, and we will be there as soon as we can"
His mother shot a look at his new pet on the verge of saying something when he cut her off

"I know what you would prefer, but this is not about what you want Mother, it is about what I need and if I am to see my dad this way I need my support, and she is part of that. Now go on be with dad we will be there within an hour"

Caleb walked back to his car and as his mom drove off he got Ophelia out, and because he didn't know what else to do and couldn't react the way he wanted he kissed her hard and passionately pressing her against the frame of the car, although she was shocked she returned the kiss in three fold she wrapped her arms around him and held him close in an almost reflexive way; when the kiss broke she asked:

"What's wrong, Master?"

He sighed looking down, "My father, is in the hospital please help me unload this stuff and then we need to head to the hospital"

She nodded and they started to work on unloading; as each piece got unloaded and placed where it needed to be he could feel his sadness turning to anger, his blood was boiling and it was because of his mom.  She always knew how to get under his skin; always did always will it was his curse with his mother.

Ophelia was heading out the door when he kicked it closed gently enough that no one would notice, he grabbed her by the arms and pinned her up against the wall.  Anger had a funny effect on Caleb; once it cooled down, all the unspent aggression made him want an animalistic romp.  With her hands pinned he bit her neck getting a resounding moan from her he knew he shouldn't be doing this but right at that moment he didn't care about much he held her there she began to tremble out of lust, this is what Ophelia wanted a strong, dependable man who would always take her by surprise he pressed up against her body loosening the corset and nearly ripping the shirt to take her breasts out.
Part of Caleb knew he should stop and just wait til later but part of also knew that he wouldn't be able to concentrate if he did he undid his pants as he got one of her nipples in his mouth and then he concentrated on slipping her panties to the side. He dove inside her slowly feeling the resistance of her cherry she let out a pained moan and said "Yes…yes master take it please, I trust you with all my body just take it from me"

He took it slowly making sure she was comfortable enough to realize what this was she was doing as soon as the pained moans gave way to pleased he started to fuck into her harder and deeper moaning with her and moaning out her name.  he let go of her hands and her legs wrapped around her waist she started saying "oh gods yes master fuck me…fuck me like the dirty pet that I am" and he took it longer harder and faster. Delving into her tight mound he couldn't imagine anything feeling better than she did and he was glad she was his and his alone.

They went from the door frame to the floor their bodies getting heavier with lust and love, their sweat mingling as they took it faster and faster their screams and moans filled the room he felt himself cumming as she came hard and fast filling her up.  Collapsing on the floor he felt much better but knew now they would have to take showers and get redressed just to go down there.  They both started to laugh at the situation in front of them he kissed her "I think this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship Ophelia, a beautiful one indeed"