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I never thought I would see the day when my wife’s mother would come to live with us.

I had met Julia’s mother, Catherine, twice in the ten years that Julia and I had been together. The first time was when Julia introduced me to her parents when we first started dating. She and her mother were still somewhat amicable with each other then, largely due to the calming influence of Catherine’s wife, whom neither wanted to upset. 

The second time was five years later, at the funeral for Catherine’s wife.  My wife and Catherine had started yelling at each other during one of the pastor’s monologues. They likely would have come to blows if I hadn’t pulled Julia away. We left right after they’d lowered Catherine's wife into the ground.

Since then, Julia wouldn’t even speak her mother’s name, a vow of silence she’d broken only a month ago, when she suggested that Catherine live with us.

I had stared blankly back at her, as if I had misheard her. After recovering from my initial shock, I had declined her offer, and we hadn’t discussed it again until two weeks later, when Julia found the text messages I had been hiding on my phone.

The doorbell rang, grabbing me from my memories. I was in the kitchen, pulling lasagna from the oven. I was about to untie my apron to answer the door when Julia said that she would get it.

The front door wasn’t visible from the kitchen, but I heard the door open. Then, my wife said, “Hey, how are you?” and a rich, throaty voice, which I assumed belonged to Catherine, answered that she was doing just fine, and that she was happy to see her.

They were still chatting with each other by the time I joined them. It was just small talk, sure, but the agreement that we had been having nice weather recently was a positive step for two people who couldn’t even get along at a funeral.

Catherine was a head taller than her daughter, and curvy where her daughter was thin. She wore a black, sleeveless romper with a neckline that showed much of her cleavage. Her hair had been black when I had last seen her, like Julia’s, but it was blonde now and cut short. If the effect was to make her seem considerably younger than her forty-five years, then it worked.

Catherine smiled when she noticed me.

“Hey, Pam, I was just telling Julia how nice the weather has been.”

“We’ve been lucky,” I agreed. “How was the drive?”

“Fine, fine,” she said, nodding in a way which suggested that a five-hour drive could never be ‘fine’. 

Before an awkward silence could fall over us, Julia offered to carry Catherine’s suitcase to her room.

“Oh, I can do that,” Catherine said. “Just point the way.”

“No, I insist.”

“You’re letting me live here for free. The least I can do is carry my bags.”

“You’re helping us, too.”

“I’ll show you to your room, Catherine,” I interjected before they started competing over who could be the nicest. “Sweetie, could you set the table?”

It looked as if Julia wanted to insist further on carrying her mother’s bags, but she simply nodded and went to the kitchen, leaving Catherine and I alone.

“We may have to count on you to be our mediator for the next while,” Catherine joked when her daughter was out of earshot.

“We’re happy you’re here. This will just take some,” I thought for a moment, “adjustment.”

In the end, Catherine carried her suitcase—I couldn’t lift it up the stairs—and I guided her to the guest bedroom, which was next to where Julia and I slept. After Catherine found a corner for her suitcase, I thought we’d immediately meet Julia in the dining room, but it seemed that Catherine wanted to speak with me privately.

“How are you, by the way?” She asked suddenly. “You know, with—” she made a vague gesture, but I thought I understood what she was trying to say.

She sat on the edge of the bed, her hands folded together. I stood by the open door, my hands behind me.

“Nervous,” I admitted. I leaned against a wall, finding it difficult to meet Catherine’s eyes. “But Julia thinks it’s a good idea.”

“And you trust her?”

I met Catherine’s eyes then. Whatever she saw must have seen satisfied her because she nodded as if I had answered her question.

“How do you feel about--” I then mimicked the gesture Catherine had made just seconds before, which made her smile.

“Nervous,” she agreed. “But excited.”

My cheeks warmed at her honesty, and while I tried to suppress the smile that threatened my lips, one look at her wolfish grin had me undone. I rolled my eyes and laughed to hide my embarrassment.

But something passed through Catherine’s eyes as she watched my nervous laughter. She leaned back, propping herself up with her powerful arms, her hands sinking into the mattress. I tried to ignore how the shift in her position partially exposed one of her areolas. If she noticed the exposure, she didn’t comment on it.

“Come here,” she commanded.

I was surprised to find my legs moving before my mind could decide if I should be obeying her. As I stood in front of her, I was only a head taller than her, even though she was sitting. I waited for her to say something, but instead her eyes roved over my body. It was as if she were undressing me in her mind’s eye. I forced myself to be still as she studied me.

My core grew hot when her eyes reached my crotch. I was wearing a short, black skirt. Her eyes darkened with lust, and I could see a bulge form beneath her romper. I released a breath I didn’t know I had been holding. Her nose twitched, and I knew she smelled my arousal. She opened her mouth, but I didn’t here what she was going to say because Julia called from downstairs that she had finished setting the table.

I quickly walked to the door, not looking back to see if Catherine was following me. When I got to the kitchen, Julia was leaning against the sink, her arms crossed, and her eyebrows furrowed. She looked upset.

“You two were up there for a while,” she muttered.

“We were just talking,” I said.

She huffed but didn’t press the point. Just then, Catherine joined us in the kitchen. Her smile faltered at the tense atmosphere she came into. She looked to me for a response. I did not look back.

We sat around the dinner table after I had served everyone a plate of cheesy, meaty lasagna. I worried that dinner would be awkward, but it wasn’t.

Catherine was charming throughout dinner. I was surprised that she had managed to draw Julia into a conversation about her work-from-home job. Julia even laughed at one of Catherine’s jokes. I joined the discussion at times, but I was also happy to watch Catherine and Julia speak animatedly to each other. A passerby could mistake them for being close.

Once dinner was finished, I cleared the table while Catherine and Julia went to the living room to continue their conversation. I heard bits and pieces of what they were saying, but I tried to avoid eavesdropping.

When I joined them in the living room, Julia was sitting on the recliner while Catherine sat on one end of the loveseat. I debated sitting on Julia’s lap, but worried that it might seem rude to avoid the vacant seat beside Catherine. I sat on the other side of the loveseat. I hoped that the space I left between us suggested friendliness.

“I think we can start now,” Julia said when I sat down. She hooked one ankle over her knee and rested her hands on the arms of the recliner. She cleared her throat.

“Thanks for coming, Catherine,” she began. “I know Pam appreciates it—and I do, too, of course.”

“I’m happy to help.”

“Yes—well,” and here she assumed a professionalism which I suspected she adopted at work, “I hate to admit it, but you’re doing us a favour. Pam’s heat cycles have been very problematic recently.”

I blushed furiously at my heat being described as 'problematic'.

As Omegas, people thought that Julia and I weren’t compatible, but we satisfied each other just fine, at least at first. As we got older, my heats grew stronger at the same time as Julia’s waned. The toys we used no longer satisfied me. And Julia also couldn’t keep up with my lust.

One time, I had crawled underneath Julia's desk while she was in a meeting. She only wore panties—she always forsook pants during virtual meetings—which I slid to one side and ate her cunt like it was communion. Her coworkers' concern for her as she hid her face and suppressed her moans emboldened me to lick her to a silent, but shuddering, orgasm. Julia had been pissed afterwards and refused to speak to me for the rest of the day. We’d reconciled only after she’d found me late at night, stupidly attacking my clit, and she’d plowed me with the largest strap-on we’d bought to at last soothe me.

The heat cycles became so bad that I couldn’t remember the last time that Julia and I had had sex outside of my heat cycles. We had developed an understanding that she should save her stamina. This meant all our sex recently had been angry and violent, far different from the passionate and loving sex we had had at the start of our relationship.

And Julia hated angry sex—she did it only to satiate me. And if I was being completely honest, she wasn’t even doing that anymore. Over the past few months, I had been leaving our bedroom to watch pornography on my phone, rubbing my clit throughout the night and early into the morning, orgasming, yes, but only in an unsatisfying way that left my Omega spirit demanding why the hell I was not allowing an Alpha to fuck their seed into me.

“And the pills don’t work?” Catherine asked, cocking an eyebrow.

Julia and I shook our heads at the same time. The heat-suppressant pills had left me lethargic but still horny, an uncomfortable combination.

Catherine nodded in understanding.

“We’ve tried everything,” Julia continued, “Except having an Alpha fuck Pam.”

“Right. I get that. But why not order an Alpha from one of the prostitution houses?” Catherine asked. “Wouldn’t that be better than inviting me over?”

“We would have tried that, but…” and her voice trailed off.

 I dug my nails into my leg, angry and ashamed of myself. Catherine looked between us, likely noticing the tension there.

“Pam, can you get us some wine to drink?” Catherine asked suddenly.

Again, I was surprised to find my legs moving before I could think. From the kitchen, I overheard Catherine and Julia talking, but they were whispering, and I wondered what they were discussing that they didn’t want me to overhear. I found an unopened Malbec in our wine cabinet and three wine glasses.

When I returned to the living room, Catherine and Julia had switched places. Now Julia was in the loveseat, and Catherine was in the recliner. Confused, I knelt in front of the coffee table between us and poured each of us a glass of wine. After filling mine, I moved to sit next to Julia on the loveseat.

“Sit with Catherine,” Julia said, sipping her wine.

“Oh—sure,” I said, hesitantly.

I turned to Catherine, who smiled and patted her lap with her free hand, the other hand swirling her wine. I sat on one of her knees, careful not to get too close to her crotch. I was wearing a pleated skirt that I was careful to keep under my ass before sitting on Catherine’s knee. I leaned forward, trying to project ease as I sipped my wine.

No one said anything as we drank. The silence felt companionable to me and my nervousness gradually fell away. But then, I felt Catherine’s fingers underneath the hem of my shirt. It was subtle, at first, and I didn’t realize she was touching me until she laid her palm on the small of my back. Her hand was warm and covered a good area of my skin. Her hand moved up, leaving warm tingles along my spine until it reached the back of my neck.

Catherine continued to sip her wine as her thumb brushed the sensitive nape of my neck. I looked at Julia, but she was just staring into her wine glass, which was now empty.

“Let me refill that for you,” I said, standing up from Catherine’s knee.

Julia thanked me as I poured her another glass. I sat back onto Catherine’s knee again and watched her sip her wine. It didn’t take long for Catherine to sneak her hand underneath my shirt again, but instead of moving her hand up my back, she snaked her arm around my stomach. I didn’t protest as she gently pulled me closer to her, dragging my ass up the muscled contours of her thigh.

“Sorry,” she mumbled when I had nearly spilled my drink.

I whispered that it was fine as my ass came into contact with her crotch. Her member stirred beneath me. I took a long pull from my wine glass, trying not to think about how large Catherine's cock felt.

Catherine kept her arm possessively around my waist, pressing me close into her, her warm breath just at my ear. I bit my lower lip as I felt my pussy become wet.

“I’ll pour you another drink,” I said, getting up from Catherine’s lap again.

I knew my face was flushed as Catherine and Julia watched me refill Catherine’s glass. And because I was up, anyway, I filled Julia’s glass, too, even though she hadn’t finished it yet. They thanked me, and I returned to Catherine’s lap again. This time, I sat on her crotch, rather than her knee. Then, after some internal debate, I stood slightly to flip the back of my skirt up. When I sat on Catherine’s lap again, her crotch pressed against my underwear. From Julia’s vantage, my skirt remained down; from Catherine’s vantage, the white panty curving around my ass was clearly visible.

I felt my arousal soak through my underwear as the shaft of Catherine’s cock pressed desperately into my underwear. I moaned softly and ground my ass into her crotch. Catherine winced.

“You alright?” Julia asked over her wineglass.

“Fine,” Catherine answered.

I pressed my ass into Catherine’s crotch again. She exhaled evenly in my ear, and I could feel her member growing beneath me. Julia did not react, and I wondered if she knew what was happening, or if she had become too drunk to tell.

Before I could consider either outcome, Catherine had snuck her hand underneath my skirt, her fingers now sinking into my bare leg. My muscles tensed, and I subconsciously squeezed my legs together. This had the unintended effect of squeezing Catherine’s fingers between my thighs. Her index finger was now dangerously close to my clit. I licked my lower lip, nervous that I was doing something inappropriate. When I looked at Julia again, however, she only looked at us from behind her wineglass.

I gasped as I felt Catherine’s finger press into my clit. I was becoming terribly wet now, and without thinking, I parted my legs slightly. I shuddered as Catherine moved my panty to one side so that her finger had direct access to my clit. When her finger finally flipped that little nub of nerves, it was as if someone had taken a whip to my pussy. I moaned loudly, tipping forward again as the pleasure shot through me. While my skirt covered my pussy and Catherine’s hand, it would have been easy for Julia to guess what her mother was doing.

“Fuck,” I cursed as I felt my orgasm build.

The sound of Catherine shlicking my pussy was so loud that I thought anyone passing our house might hear it. When Julia still didn’t intervene, I spread my legs further apart until my knees hooked around the arms of the recliner. I leaned back against Catherine and moaned hotly in her ear while keeping one eye on my wife. Julia leaned forward but didn’t move from the loveseat.

The thought that Julia wanted to see her mom finger me nearly drove me over the edge. My breathing became labored, and I moaned each time Catherine’s fingers passed over my clit.

Catherine seemed to be enjoying the attention, too. She was looking at her daughter even as she drove me crazy. Her cock was also obviously erect. At some point, her romper had rolled up her legs, which freed her lengthy member. Her cock stood proudly between my legs. It was drooling so much precum that I wondered if the precum alone could make me pregnant.

The thought of Catherine impregnating me brought me to orgasm. My legs shook uncontrollably, and my mouth stuck open in an unspoken scream. I gripped the couch until my knuckles turned white. It felt like fire going from my clit to my brain, and back again, like a pinball machine.

I didn’t just cum—I exploded. My juices sprayed out onto the coffee table. Some also landed on Julia’s face. She leaned back in surprise. Some of her wine spilled onto her pants, but she didn’t seem to notice or care.

All the while, Catherine kept fingering me. My clit was so sensitive that I wanted her to stop--and I didn’t want her to stop. Another round of squirt arced across the living room. I whimpered miserably into Catherine’s ear, and her fingering slowly ended.

We all just sat there then, exhausted and out of breath. Even Julia was breathing heavily, as if watching her mother make me orgasm had been itself an exertion. My limbs felt numb as I lay heavily on Catherine’s chest. I felt her cock twitching between my legs. I wanted to jerk her off, but I wasn’t sure if that would be going too far. What were the rules for this encounter? Had I already broken them?

I felt Catherine angling the head of her penis to the opening of my pussy. I moaned as I felt her penis just at my entrance.

“Wait. Don’t,” I pleaded unconvincingly.

Julia had finally left the couch, but only to kneel in front of the recliner, her eye level right where her mother was about to penetrate me. Her breathing was haggard, and her face was flushed. There was also a wildness in her eyes that I didn’t recognize. I tried to stand up, but Catherine held me by the waist, and I couldn’t find the strength in my muscles to escape her.

Slowly, she pushed my ass down, and I groaned whorishly as the head of her penis penetrated my vagina. She winced at how tight I was, and I could feel her nearly breaking me on her huge cock. I tried again to push myself off her, but my efforts yielded no results. And Julia seemed uninterested in preventing her mom from spearing me with her massive, Alpha prick.

I flung my head back as Catherine bottomed out inside me. Catherine growled as my pussy tightened around her. I could tell she was trying to be patient with me, not wanting to hurt me, but her Alpha instincts were beginning to take over.

“It’s okay,” I whispered in her ear.

That was all the permission she needed. She tightened her grip on my waist and flung herself into me in earnest. The muscles in her arms contracted with the effort of keeping me from being thrown off her lap as she bucked her powerful hips. Each time her cock shot into me, I thought I could feel my womb coming down to meet it, desperate to be filled with her seed.

I had to wrap an arm around Catherine’s shoulders to keep myself upright.

“Fuck, I feel my knot coming,” Catherine yelled.

I could feel it, too. A bulge slammed against my entrance each time Catherine thrusted into me. She was really trying to breed me. Inwardly, I knew I didn’t want to get pregnant, but my Omega spirit yearned for it. Demanded it.

“Knock me up! Fuck your seed into me.”

Catherine roared and pushed her knot into me. I orgasmed around it as her seed filled my hot cunt. She pressed me into her lap so securely that there was no escape as her Alpha seed made a beeline for my egg.

My breath shook haphazardly as I climbed down from my orgasm. I opened my eyes, looking around for Julia, but she had disappeared, leaving her wineglass on the coffee table. I wasn’t sure when she’d left, or if she’d seen Catherine cum inside me.

Panicking, I tried to get up from Catherine’s lap, but her knot had us inextricably linked.

“Where’s Julia?” I asked.

Catherine said nothing, as if she hadn’t heard me. When I asked her again, she looked around, as if noticing for the first time that Julia had left.

“To her room to masturbate, I imagine,” she said. She then looked into my face and frowned slightly when she saw my concern. “She wanted this, you know. You don’t have to worry about getting into trouble.”

“Did she know you’d knot me?” I asked.

Catherine thought for a moment and then shrugged.

“She knew it was possible, I’m sure.”

That brought me little confidence, but I wasn’t sure how to say that. Besides, I could feel Catherine’s erection growing inside me again. She licked my neck, making me whimper at her touch.

“Maybe we should wait for Julia,” I cautioned, trying to pull my neck away.

Catherine grabbed the back of my head, pushing my neck into her open mouth. I moaned softly in her ear as she dragged her tongue along my flesh. She held me by the neck, keeping my head in place as she suckled my flesh. I felt the walls of my vagina constrict around her length each time she dragged the flat of her tongue up my neck.

She started moving her hips again. Her movement was slower than before, her knot restricting her range of motion. However, the slowness, coupled with her licking my neck, brought an intimacy to the act that hadn’t been there when she’d just been railing my brains out. Previously, we’d fucked; now it was as if we were making love.

“Coming,” she grunted in my ear just as I felt ropes of her hot spunk paint the insides of my pussy.

Then, seeing that I hadn’t cum, she flicked my clit even as the last ropes of her semen filled my womb. I muffled my moans in the crook of her neck as she drove me to my second orgasm.

Tears sprang to my eyes. Unbothered, she licked the tears from my face, as if pleased with her domination. She then licked my lips and didn’t take offence when I refused to open my mouth to meet her tongue.

“You’re mine,” she whispered against my closed mouth.

She then brought her fingers back to my clit and gave me an orgasm that I did not want to have.

By the time I returned to my bedroom, it was very late (or very early, depending on your perspective). Catherine had continued fucking me in that lazy, slow way that her knot required. She easily made me orgasm repeatedly until I was intoxicated with desire.

Then, once her knot had subsided, she had pushed me to the floor and taken me in that furious way she’d taken me the first time. She slammed her hips into my pelvis as if she was trying to fuck me through the floorboards. It had been painful, and yet, waves of orgasms crashed into me until all I could think about was her cock. I think we’d also kissed, once and with incredible reluctance from my part, but I couldn’t recall. Everything was so cloudy in my mind.

As I slipped into bed, Julia’s back faced me, but she turned over when I slid close to her.

I couldn’t see her in the darkness of our room, but I could smell her.

Her scent was feral, like a harem of Omegas in heat. When she pressed against me, I felt her tits crush into my chest, and I realized she wasn’t wearing clothes. Her lips smashed into mine. When she stuck out her tongue, I sucked it in, hoping she could clean where her mother may or may not have explored.

“My mom fucked you?” She asked as her tongue lashed mine.

“Yes.”

“Did she cum inside?”

“Yes.”

“Let me see.”

I sat against the head of the bed and allowed Julia to remove my skirt, and then my underwear. She curled her fingers into my vagina, immediately attacking my G spot. I grabbed the bed sheets. It hurt to cum again after Catherine had brought me to orgasm so many times already, but I felt unable to deny Julia, who’d been alone in our bedroom, furiously fingering herself to the noise of her mother fucking me.

I whimpered weakly as I came again. Julia immediately pressed her lips to my opening, more than likely drinking her mother’s seed as well as my juices. Cumming so much had numbed my pelvic floor, and I felt an incredible urge to piss.

“I need to pee.”

Julia said nothing, so I just let my bladder go. She drank my piss without hesitation. When I’d finished pissing, Julia sat up and I felt her sidle up to me, wrapping her arms around my chest.

“Do you want me to finish you?” I asked.

“I’m fine,” she said after a brief pause.

I nodded, having no energy to argue.

I wasn’t sure what time I drifted to sleep, but when I woke up, the sun was falling through the windows—and Julia was not next to me.

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I looked through every room in the house. When I didn’t find Julia in any of them, I knocked on Catherine’s bedroom door. I could hear her bed creaking, as if she was getting out of bed, and moments later, she appeared at the door.

“What’s happened?” She asked, noticing my concerned face.

“Have you seen Julia?”

“Not since last night. Has something happened?”

When I told her I hadn’t been able to find her since we’d gone to sleep last night, I was surprised to see concern so clearly visible in her features.

“Have you called her?” She asked.

I shook my head, and we went to the kitchen, where she watched me call Julia’s phone number.

“The number you have dialled is either unavailable or—”

I hung up, trying to ignore the fear which flooded my nervous system and the bile which threatened to come up. All I could think was that Julia had run away because she hated me. I immediately began analyzing last night, reinterpreting what I had thought were unspoken signals from Julia.

Her reticence wasn’t consent for me to fuck Catherine; it was a test to see if I would. Her eating me out last night wasn’t to express her desire for me; it was to confirm to her that I was a wanton, Omega bitch who could cum with little effort. Then I thought back to how I had peed in her throat, and my heart fell into my stomach.

I was a horrible wife.

“We need to find her,” I said.

“We will.”

The thoroughness with which Catherine searched for her daughter was entirely at odds with my image of her as a neglectful mother. When we entered restaurants or libraries, she carefully browsed each table, even if I had already checked them, went to every bathroom, and knocked on each stall in every bathroom. There was one point when we thought we’d found Catherine, but the woman we stopped was only her doppelganger, and only from the back, which elicited some confusion from both us and the lady when we looked at her head on.

I called Julia’s phone several more times, but each time it sent me to voicemail.

By the time early afternoon rolled around and there was still no sign of Julia, I was beginning to consider whether I should file a police report. But Catherine doubted the police would take seriously an adult who had been missing for just several hours—I agreed.

We sat at a nearby park bench after having walked the streets in search of Julia. I felt exhausted and frustrated, the former emotion enhancing the latter until my frustration became grief. I played images of last night through my head, forward and backward, like some movie projector that had only one film.

Catherine sighed coolly and ran a hand through her hair. Her cheeks were red with her exertion, and her eyes looked frantic. She chewed her lower lip nervously.

“I never thought you’d be worried about Julia,” I said.

“She’s my daughter.”

“Who do you not get along with.”

Catherine laughed harshly.

“Who I don’t get along with,” she agreed.

I leaned against the back of the park bench and watched the passers-by. Some glanced at us, and for a fleeting moment, I wondered if we looked like a romantic couple in their eyes. I buried the thought.

“You and Julia haven’t spoken in years,” I said finally. “Not after the funeral.”

Catherine winced, as if the memory of her argument with her daughter had physically hurt her.

“The funeral was…regrettable,” she said, finding the right word. “I would take it back if I could. Maria would want that.”

I nodded, thinking that the funeral had also been the last time I had heard Catherine’s wife’s name.

“Why don’t you and Julia get along?” I asked.

“She never told you?”

I shook my head.

Catherine sighed and ran a hand through her hair again. I was beginning to understand this to be a nervous tic for her.

“It’s hard to speak of.”

“Better reason for you to tell me.”

Catherine nodded.

“When Julia still lived with her mother and I,” Catherine began, staring absentmindedly at the passers-by, “I had a very fundamentalist view of the world, and of our biology. That caused a lot of conflict between us.”

I nodded, thinking I understood, but also allowing her to continue.

“My father told me that Alphas ruled the world, and I believed him for a very long time. I was hard on Julia. Not because I wanted her to succeed but because I thought she owed me her subservience.

“And she never fought me on that. She wanted to become the Omega that I saw in her. Our home life was fine—until it wasn’t.” She grew silent then, and when I thought she wouldn’t say more, she continued, “She came to me one day, and she said that one of her Alpha classmates had hit her after she refused to fuck him. She came to me because she wanted me to do something about it. And I did do something about it. I told her that she should stop being a bitchy Omega and let him get her cunt.”

I brought my hand to my mouth in shock, not just at Catherine’s callousness, but also at the tears which sprung to her eyes as she retold her story. The tears had been subtle, at first, but then they flowed as the weight of her guilt bent her over.

I pulled Catherine into me, holding her tight. Due to her size, it seemed more like she was holding me rather than the other way around. She squeezed me into her chest as her body shook with sobs. I rubbed her back in the same way I would rub Julia’s back when she was upset.

“I apologized to her at the funeral,” she whispered. “We seemed to be amicable, so I thought it was the right time to apologize, but all I did was resurface memories she had tried to push down. We started yelling at each other before I even realized what had happened.”

“Your apology must have had some effect. It must have told her that you had changed. She wouldn’t have invited you here otherwise.”

Catherine didn’t reply, but I thought her sobs subsided even further.

We stayed on the park bench for a while, her holding me close to her, me not pulling away. Her long nails trailed gently up and down my back, sending shivers down my spine. She had stopped crying by now, and, at some point, I could feel her breathing in my scent. I pushed down my Omega spirit, which was rousing at the smell of Catherine’s musk.

I whimpered when Catherine pressed her lips on my temple. Her mouth felt soft against my skin. When she kissed the corner of my mouth, I didn’t stop her.

She then touched her forehead to mine. When she looked at me, there was such palpable need in her eyes.

“I regret everything I’ve said to Julia,” she said quietly. “But I still believe that we are all slaves to our instincts.”

Then she kissed me, forcefully and deeply. I tried to pull away from her, but she held the back of my neck, pulling me into her mouth. Our eyes stayed on each other as she watched her tongue break down my resistance. I pushed my tongue out to meet hers, and she sucked me into her mouth

“Catherine—” I rasped, but she swallowed whatever I was about to say.

Her pheromones were intoxicating, and I was brought back to last night, when her scent had unshackled me completely. My pussy tightened at the memory, even as I tried to push Catherine off me.

“We have to find Julia,” I said between kisses.

She pulled me from the park bench and led me deeper into the park until we were behind a tree whose trunk was wider than its neighbours and offered the semblance of privacy. There were only a few other people around, but none near where we were, and we were sufficiently far from the main road as not to worry about someone seeing us.

Catherine pinned me between the tree trunk and her crotch. I could feel the impressive size of her cock pressing against my denim shorts. She made quick work of pulling my shorts down around my ankles, and before I could negotiate, she’d already pushed her cock into my folds.

She placed a hand over my mouth to muffle my moans as she rutted into my cunt. I leaned both hands against the tree trunk as Catherine took me from behind. While I would have liked to believe that I’d offered some modicum of resistance, I knew in hindsight that I had wanted this as much as Catherine.

“We’re slaves to our instincts,” Catherine said again as she bottomed out in my pussy. “We can resist as long as we can, but eventually, our biology wins. Right now, my biology is telling me to knock up my daughter’s wife.”

My vagina tightened around Catherine’s shaft at the thought of her impressive cock breeding me. Catherine put two fingers in my mouth, and I sucked them as she railed me.

“I love Julia,” Catherine breathed in my ear, “But it feels incredible to fuck you when we should be looking for her.”

My orgasm came unexpectedly. Even Catherine was surprised to feel my pussy constrict tightly around her as pleasure smashed into me. When I screamed in ecstasy, some of my voice leaked out before Catherine could cover my mouth with her hand. A small part of me worried that someone would discover us—a much larger part didn’t care if they did.

The orgasm was so impactful that I couldn’t feel strength in my legs. Fortunately, Catherine was much larger than I, and before I knew what was happening, she’d lifted me by the hips, and, using the tree as balance, fucked me against the tree trunk while my legs dangled stupidly in the air.

She treated me as one might treat their onahole and the comparison drove me to my second orgasm. This time, Catherine was right behind me. She roared into my ear as she planted her seed deep into my womb, pressing me against the tree trunk as she filled me. My legs shook violently as pleasure short-circuited my brain.

Spent, Catherine carefully dropped me to the ground. My face was in the dirt, but I was too dazed to notice.

I could hear her breathing heavily above me, and I knew she wanted to fuck again. She kneeled behind me, and I thought she would take me while I was recovering, but instead she pulled my denim shorts up.

“Let’s go home,” she said huskily.

When we returned to the house, I half-expected to find Julia waiting for us on the couch. However, the house was as empty as we’d left it.

I took a long shower, and when I had finished, I wrapped myself in a towel and went to my bedroom, where Catherine waited for me.

She had removed her clothes, and I realized it was the first time I had seen her naked.

Powerful muscles wrapped around her arms and legs. I’d already known she’d had large breasts, but I hadn’t noticed how they sagged slightly without the support of her bra. She had a mole on one of her butt cheeks, which I thought winked at me when she moved.

She had raided our alcohol cabinet and placed a bottle of whisky and two glasses on the nightstand. She’d poured a liberal amount in both and was draining one by the time I entered the bedroom.

“Drink,” she said, indicating the second glass.

I didn’t like whisky. That had always been Julia’s alcohol. However, I didn’t protest as I took the second whisky glass from the nightstand and sipped it experimentally.

Catherine laughed at the face I made, but her eyes bore no mercy, so I tipped the glass back. The alcohol burned on its way down my throat, and I shook my head, as if to shake off the taste.

She poured us both another glass of whisky and then gestured for me to sit beside her. I held the glass in my hands, looking at it, but not seeing it. I wondered why I was home, drinking with Catherine, when I should be searching for Julia. I wondered if the concern Catherine had shown earlier for Julia’s safety had been sincere—oddly, I thought it had been.

I drained the glass, the warm liquid once again setting fire down my esophagus.

“I’m a horrible wife,” I said.

“I’m a horrible mother,” Catherine replied.

I could tell she was being honest, which was some comfort. She drained her glass, and I watched her turn to refill both of ours again. The muscles in her back pushed just beneath her skin as she stretched her arm to reach the whisky bottle.

“You want to touch?”

“Sorry?” I asked.

“You’re staring.”

I blinked. Catherine’s hand was offering me my drink, but my eyes had been preoccupied with her tits, each a touch larger than my head. I took one in my hand, feeling the heft of it. I circled the areola with a thumb, watching almost moon-like as the nipple hardened. With my other hand, I accepted the glass from Catherine, took a long pull of it, and thought that maybe I could become a whisky drinker.

“We’re slaves to our instincts.”

“You’ve said that before,” I said.

I slipped one of Catherine's erect nipple into my mouth. I wondered if Julia had ever sucked Catherine’s nipples as a babe, and if the realization that Catherine could never produce milk had been their first conflict.

“It was something my father told me.”

I took Catherine’s other nipple in my mouth and circled it with my tongue until it became erect. She placed a hand on my head, encouraging me to suck harder.

I stopped sucking Catherine’s nipple to drain the rest of my drink. When I finished, I closed my eyes, hoping the inebriation would make me forget today.

I went to my knees and pushed Catherine’s legs apart. She was semi-erect.

My hand couldn’t wrap around it completely, but I still tried my best to jack off her shaft. When she became fully erect, I suckled the head of her penis, savouring the precum that leaked profusely. She moaned her appreciation.

“My daughter is missing, and all I can think about is breeding her wife,” Catherine moaned as I took more of her penis into my mouth.

My jaw hurt trying to fit her girth, but I proceeded anyway. I looked up at Catherine as I sucked her massive erection, tears springing to my eyes at the intrusion. I imagined I looked pathetic, which seemed to please her.

She winced when I licked her frenulum, and then, with my tongue, followed a throbbing vein down her shaft until I reached her balls. I gently took one into my mouth as I jacked her off. The tendons in her neck went taut as she pushed against the pleasure that threatened to consume her.

“Lick my ass,” she said through gritted teeth.

As my tongue slithered down her perineum, I vaguely remembered that I’d always refused to eat Julia’s ass when she'd asked.

I licked Catherine's sphincter with the flat of my tongue, my nose pressed against her perineum. Either the alcohol had warped my senses, or else Catherine had corrupted me, but the smell and taste of her asshole was incredible. It reminded me of the earth, of stability. I licked her sphincter again, trying to pull the taste permanently into my body.

“Get your tongue in there, bitch,” Catherine growled.

With one hand still jacking her off, her precum lubricating her shaft, my other hand pushed one butt cheek out of the way so that I could get better access to her sphincter. I then pressed my tongue against her asshole. Her muscles resisted my intrusion. I pressed harder, and finally, her sphincter yielded to me.

“FFUUUUUCK,” Catherine groaned as I inched my tongue forward until I could move no deeper.

I tongue-fucked her ass, savouring the taste of her rectum. I felt her balls spasm just above me and I knew she was about to cum. I slowed my hand on her cock to delay her orgasm. She cursed but didn’t stop me as I built more sperm in her balls. I pressed forward, surprised that I could fit more of my tongue up her rectum. I groaned, sending vibrations from her sphincter to the head of her penis.

“Good girl, good girl,” she rasped.

I knew she couldn’t delay her orgasm any longer, so I focused my hand job on the head of her cock, passing my palm across her frenulum. She said something unintelligible, and then she came.

Her baby batter fell on her torso and her breasts. She seemed unbothered that some of her semen had even reached her face. In fact, she seemed to enjoy how she tasted.

I continued jacking off her penis and tongue fucking her asshole, encouraging her to shoot more ropes of sperm.

Eventually, the ropes of cum became strings, and when she finally finished orgasming, she’d covered much of her boobs and stomach, and some of her face, in cum. Once she finished, I gently released her penis, but I didn’t immediately stop licking her asshole. I was lost in the taste and didn’t want to remove myself from it.

But my Omega spirit was growing petulant, and I had learned to stop resisting it. I took a final lick of her asshole before standing up. I allowed my towel to drop to the floor. Catherine bit her lower lip as my breasts sprung up, erect.

I climbed over her hips, and she seemed to understand what I was trying to do. She lay back on the bed and allowed me to sit on her face. Her tongue immediately struck out at my pussy, which was already drooling with arousal. I held onto the top of her head as I bucked my hips into her mouth.

Catherine was surprisingly talented with her tongue. I once again found myself comparing her with Julia and thought the two were comparable.

Then Catherine did something with her tongue, and I knew she was better than Julia at licking pussy.

I moaned loudly as my core tightened at the onslaught. I bent over, and Catherine had to hold my ass in place so that my pussy remained in the best position to be perfectly tongue fucked.

I cried out as I released my orgasm into Catherine’s mouth. She sealed her lips around my pussy, not letting any of my fluids go to waste as she continued licking me to greater orgasms.

Once my orgasm finished, she took her mouth off me, and I thought she was finished when I felt her fingers inch into my pussy. I groaned as she got her fingers very deep inside me. I thought she would start fingering me, but instead, I felt her fingers leave again. Confused, I remained still, unsure what she was doing, and then I felt her fingers push into me, and again, getting surprisingly deep. She then pulled out entirely.

I looked over my shoulder, and as if to confirm what I was thinking, I watched her scoop another wad of cum from her torso and push it into my pussy.

She was trying to inseminate me, before we had started having sex. The realization made my orgasm build again, even though I hadn’t completely come down from my previous orgasm.  I moaned as she pushed a third scoop of cum into my pussy. By the fourth scoop, I was cumming around her fingers—but she didn’t seem to care. When I’d finished, she immediately returned to fingering more of her sperm into my pussy.

I shook with another orgasm.

Satisfied that she’d stuffed a good portion of her cum into my pussy, she moved me off me and then mounted me from behind. Her cock, which had recovered, prodded at my entrance, and finding it sufficiently lubricated, she bottomed out on the first thrust.

I let out a long groan as Catherine’s hips slammed into me. She then brought her hips back until the head of her penis kissed my entrance, and then pushed into me again, and again, bottoming out in one thrust. She repeated these three more times, each time bottoming out in one thrust, as if boasting her power. Upon the fourth thrust, she remained in me completely, her body lying heavily on my back, making it hard to breathe. She slid her arm between the mattress and my neck, pressing the crook of her elbow into my neck as she ground her hips into me.

My tongue lolled out of my mouth, and my eyes rolled back as the pain from asphyxiation and the pleasure from having my pussy filled collided into something incoherent. I tapped my arm in an unspoken plea to be released, but she ignored me.

Just as I was about to black out, Catherine came inside me, roaring as she filled my womb with her seed. She unwrapped her arm around my neck, and air quickly filled my lungs. I sucked in sweet, sweet breath as Catherine, uncaring, finished filling my wet hole.

When she’d finished, she sat up without removing her member from my pussy. I breathed heavily, as if I could still feel her arm around my throat.

There was a long moment of silence, as we both considered what we’d done.

“Should we go back out to look for Julia?” Catherine asked.

I’m not sure what time it was before I heard the knock on the bedroom door. When I looked over my shoulder, the bedroom window showed a dark, moonless sky. The room smelled heavily of sperm and piss, the former because Catherine refused to let me wipe off the cum she sometimes sprayed onto my face and chest, and the latter because she’d decided at some point that pissing inside me was more convenient than leaving me to use the toilet. She had become quite attached to me.

Even now, Catherine was on top of me, kissing me and fucking another load into my messy cunt. The mattress shook, and the legs of the bed screeched against the floorboards each time Catherine thrusted into me

“The door—” I rasped between kisses, my brain numb with desire, my senses shot.

When she didn’t respond, I tapped her shoulder.

“Shut the fuck up,” Catherine growled.

I shut the fuck up, save for my moans, even as I heard someone call my name on the other side of the door.

Catherine bottomed out inside me, painting the walls of my vagina with even more of her cum. I wrapped my legs around her, not wanting any drop of her semen to leave me, though I suspected she’d already impregnated me.

I heard the knock on the door again, more insistent now, and the rattle of the door, as if someone was trying to get in. Exasperated, Catherine pulled out of me—I whimpered at the loss of her member—and opened the door.

At first, I heard raised voices, mainly from Catherine, but then her voice lowered, as if she was trying to comfort someone.

After some minutes, she concluded her conversation with the unknown interlocutor, closed the bedroom door, and locked it. She then lay on top of me, lined her cock to the entrance of my pussy, and pushed.

I wrapped my legs around her waist again, not caring to ask who she’d spoken with.

We didn’t leave the bedroom for the next four days. There was a small bathroom that I could use, and while it lacked a shower, Catherine wouldn’t want me to wash away my Omega musk, anyway. She was the only one to leave the bedroom, and she did so sparingly, for food and drink, which we ate together in bed.

On the second day, someone knocked on the door at a time when we were resting from having fucked all morning. Catherine opened the door to reveal Julia.

Her eyes immediately fell on me, and she looked horrified to see her wife covered in cum and piss and sitting on our bed with a plate of nachos.

“Welcome home,” I said simply when our eyes met.

“I got here last night,” Julia said.

I nodded. I figured that it had been Julia knocking last night. When I didn’t say anything, she looked between me and Catherine, who shrugged.

“I’m sorry I ran away without telling you,” Julia continued, “I just needed a break.”

“We spent hours looking for you.”

“Clearly you weren’t looking for very long.”

The accusation in her tone didn’t faze me. She must have seen that, too, because she winced. She then turned back to her mother and said she thought Catherine had changed. Catherine explained that she had changed and that she loved Julia very much, and then she gave her the same spiel about instincts that she’d already given to me. Julia shook her head, disbelieving.

“We should talk when you're done,” Julia said, her eyes falling to the ground.

Catherine closed the door, and I didn’t see Julia again for the next two days.

After four days of sex, Catherine’s rut finally ended. She allowed me to leave the bedroom. I took the opportunity to take a well-needed shower. Piss and semen fell into the drain. When I stepped out of the shower, Julia was waiting for me. She looked so sad that my heart nearly broke for her.

She asked if we could talk now, so I told her to wait for me in the kitchen so I could get changed. When I returned to the bedroom, Catherine was sitting up on the bed, watching me as I removed my towel. Her cock stirred, and I thought she would take me again without asking. I knew I would let her, but she simply hummed without making a move.

Before I left, she pressed her lips to mine. The endearment in the act, so different from our violent copulation, caught me off guard, and I thought I saw something in her eyes. But she blinked, and whatever I thought I saw in her eyes was now gone, and I wondered if it had been there at all.

When I arrived at the kitchen, Julia was sitting at the table with a coffee mug warming her hands. She’d placed a coffee mug on the other side of the table, which I took gratefully as I sat down. We sipped our drinks, neither of us wanting to be the first to speak.

“I’m sorry,” I said, finally, “I don’t know what happened. I had woken up, worried to death about you, but then—” and I shrugged, as if the gesture indicated the subsequent events.

“I shouldn’t have left,” Julia nodded.

“Why did you? You seemed fine at first.”

“I was—at first. But when I woke up, everything hit me all at once. I mean, I ate my mom’s cum out of your vagina,” she reddened at the memory, “Not my happiest moment.”

“And you were scared because you liked it.”

Julia nodded again. Then, “I’d spent so much time hating my mom that the events of that night confused the hell out of me. I needed space.”

I took another sip from my coffee. Julia sighed heavily, as if trying to breathe in strength.

“I can’t do this anymore.”

“This?” I asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“This thing between you and my mom. It’s weird. I want it to end.”

I finished my coffee but said nothing. After a minute of silence, Julia grew impatient.

“Well?”

“Well, what?”

“Well, can you stop fucking my mom?”

“No.”

Julia scoffed, her eyes widening. She hadn’t expected that response. Neither had I, but I realized it was true. I couldn’t go back to a life without Catherine, not after knowing how it felt to be with an Alpha. Tears came to Julia’s eyes. She wiped them away with the back of her hand.

“Don’t do this,” she sobbed. “I love you.”

“And I love you too,” I said.  My affection for Julia hadn’t changed. And while I liked Catherine, I couldn’t be sure if I loved her, at least not to the extent that I loved Julia. Everything was so confusing. “But, I need Catherine.”

“You mean you need her dick,” Julia spat.

“Yes.”

She looked at me evenly. The tears she had wiped away returned to her eyes. She did nothing to stop them from rolling down her cheeks.

“If you want me to leave Catherine, then I will. And I will try to do it, because I love you,” I began. “But then my debilitating heat cycles will come back. I’ll try to suppress them, like last time, but they’ll probably be more violent than before now that I know how good Alpha dick is. Despite all that, I’ll still try to ignore it, to just endure the pain, but eventually, I’ll seek Catherine out. And I’ll fuck her behind you.”

Julia shook her head. Her jaw was open as if to say something, but no words came out.

“Thank you for the coffee,” I said as I left Julia at the dining room table.

I felt her eyes on me as she watched me climb the stairs to our bedroom.

Catherine was lying underneath the covers. She stirred when I opened the bedroom door. I quietly slipped under the sheets beside her. She looked to me and then looked behind me. I didn’t need to wonder what she was looking at—I had heard her footsteps behindme.

As Catherine rejoined her body with mine, the mattress shuddering beneath her strength, I could see Julia watching from the corner of my eye, her hand hovering over her pants as she watched uncertainly from the doorway.