Her House, Her rules (Warning, futa on male, forced)

Story by AbaddonFanboy

Her house, her rules!

“Ouch! Hey,cool it!” James grinned through the sudden pain of Elie nipping his ear, not taking his eyes off the road or his hands off the wheel of his car, no matter the temptation presented by the girl in the passenger seat. The black haired 18 year old still couldn’t believe his luck. It wasn’t that he had ever been lacking in the girlfriend department over the last few years, he’d had several,and was considered quite the catch with his good looks and stardom in the high school basketball team, but Elie was a prize and a half.

The exchange student had come from the planet of Nouveau-Paris, on the spiral end of the galaxy with her mother, a member of the ruling aristocracy, who had come to the Federation capital of Earth to represent their planet on some issue on trade or something. He really didn’t pay much attention to the inter-planetary politics of humanity’s far flung holdings. But he’d have to learn more about them for her sake. She was a cute, elfin, 17 year old, 5”6 with long dark hair done up in a white hairband, button nose, naturally pink bow lips, a surprisingly large chest and blue eyes. She’d transferred to the school about a week ago and immediately caught his eye. He’d asked her out on a date 2 days ago and she’d immediately agreed.

Despite her innocent features, she was anything but reticent about her interests. Never had he met a girl so obviously DTF. She had practically jumped on him the moment they were alone in the gym rafters and kissing him with a carnal hunger that left him breathless. He’d been eager to go at it then and there, but she’d pulled away with clear regret and whispered that her mum wouldn’t be in on Thursday and invited him to give her a lift home then. The invitation implicit in those words were clear.

This was good, he really hated teases. In the past, he’d had girls make out with him,then try and stop just before the act. Pissed him off to no end, so he usually just took what he wanted. Afterwards, any stink they raised was disbelieved.Who’d believe the word of a slut over that of the best basketball player in the district? And no matter what stories they told, there were no shortage of girls who fell over themselves to be James Foster’s GF. He hoped it wouldn’t come to that with this new chick though, he really did like her.

She had barely taken her hands off him during the drive to their mansion. She wore the sailor fuku uniform of their school her knees on the passenger seat, her lips kissing him, her left hand rubbing his erect penis in its denim prison, husky voice promising him the night of his life in her exotic accent. Jesus, she made him so hard, he was surprised that he managed to reach the gate of the palatial mansion she and her mum lived in without having an accident, or blowing his load.

“Oh my beautiful Jamie, ‘urry mon cherié I need to fuck so bad!” She exhorted him as they entered her room on the second floor, their lips locked together hands exploring each other.

She dropped to her knees and started undoing his jeans. Jamie took off his shirt and was just reciting the different basketball plays in his head to stop him cumming to soon when they heard the door to the mansion open and shut down stairs. She immediately stopped eyes wide as she pulled back and exclaimed “Mérde, c’est mama! My mother’s back!”

He immediately felt his ardour abate. He didn’t want to get in trouble for bouncing some bigwig’s kid. The colonials had all sorts of weird customs and revenge killings wouldn’t be out of place for perceived dishonour. Before he could say anything, she bustled him into the cupboard and told him to be quiet.

“She cannot find you here, whatever happens,” She looked at him before she closed the door, determination in her eyes. “Remember that you are mine!”

That was an odd turn of phrase, he thought to himself as he heard the start of an argument downstairs between two females, probably Elie and her mother. Then he remembered his shirt and jeans were still out there, on the bed in plain sight. Shit. He opened the closet as quietly as he could and rushed to grab them. He was turning to go back when the door slammed open and a short, white haired woman in a fashionable business suit and high heels entered. He froze and took the newcomer in a glance.

That she was Elie’s mum couldn’t be in doubt, she looked like an older version of her,but not too old. He’d place her in her early forties at the most, despite the white hair in its prim bun, and she had all Elie’s facial features, though with age they had gone from being cute to beautiful. She wore a pair of glasses, a chaste business suit, high heels and an expression of triumph.

“HA! I knew you had a boy up here!

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