I’m which I observe the start of a developing relationship
I suppose I always knew I was a beta. But this is how I learned such things run in the family. Ironically, I was not a participant in my own education so much as I was merely a witness to the events that unfolded. The events and characters served their purpose, however, shaping and reinforcing my own destiny. This is a record of my observations of the interactions between an Alpha bully, a wife and mom, and a beta husband.
Mom picked me up from school and went straight to the grocery store. It was Friday which meant I got to pick a new cereal for the weekend. Mom and I grabbed a cart and headed straight to the breakfast section. When we turned the corner to the aisle, there he stood. Mom almost accidentally bumped into him with the cart.
He was big. At least 6’4”. Muscles bunched beneath his dress shirt. His legs filled out his dress pants like tree trunks. And he had a prominent bulge to go with it all. Clearly, mom was caught off guard by his physical presence.
“Oh,” she fumbled, “I … so …. umm,” she blushed and laughed, “excuse me. I’m so sorry. I …”
“Michelle?”
Mom gasped, “James! I didn’t recognize you! I haven’t seen you since high school. You’ve certainly gotten bigger. I mean … you always were but … wow, it’s good to see you.”
She moved around the cart to hug him, furtively feeling his chest and stomach as they embraced. He was bolder and more confident, giving her ass a squeeze and a pat as they hugged, looking down at her cleavage.
“Well, you’re still as hot as ever.”
She blushed again. “And married,” she said. “This is my son, Terry.”
“Hey, squirt.” He said
“Hi, sir.”
Mom laughed. “Just like you used to call his dad. Terry, go on down the aisle and pick out a cereal.”
“Okay.” I took off, leaving the grown ups to talk, but every time I looked back it was clear there was a lot of flirting going on.
The evening was uneventful. The next day, about mid morning, dad left to go shop for gardening stuff. I was watching cartoons with my bowl of cereal. Mom came into the living room. “Why don’t you go down to Michael’s house and play?”
I took my bowl to the kitchen and immediately ran out the front door and three houses down to where my best friend lived. As we played with our action figures in the front yard, I saw an unfamiliar pickup drive by and pull into our driveway. I shrugged it off as we continued playing. An hour later, though, it was still there.
Curious, I left Michael to go see what was going on. As I approached the house, even from the outside, I could hear mom making noises I had never heard before. When I entered the front door, I heard the sound of a headboard beating hard but rhythmically against the wall: Bang! Bang! Bang!
Mom whimpered and moaned “Oh god! Oh god! Oh James!” Just then, I heard another door slam out in the driveway. I looked out the window and saw dad approaching the house. He stopped when he heard the sounds. I ran to the kitchen and hid behind the counter. Dad entered as the slamming headboard continued to pound the wall.
“James! Yes! Oh god!” I had never heard mom (or the bed) make such noises. My whole life, mom and dad’s bedroom had been completely silent. Like a morgue. I assumed they had sex on occasion but you would never know anything had happened.
I expected dad to go back to the bedroom but he didn’t. Instead he silently sat down on the couch and put his head in his hands. He seemed afraid to go back there. And he looked resigned as he sat, like he knew he couldn’t stop the man currently obliterating his wife’s pussy even if he wanted to. And when he heard the name “James” he knew he did not want to get involved.
The bed and mom both continued their cries for another twenty minutes. I wondered how much longer it would go on. Finally, the sounds stopped.
About ten minutes later the bedroom door opened. James walked out, fully naked. My jaw dropped. I had seen dad naked and this guy was nothing like dad. Seeing the two in proximity highlighted the differences.
Dad was about 5’10”, normal height, but his body was soft, his arms were skinny, his chest was smooth and flat, and his penis was small.
James was tall, his chest was covered in hair, his body rippled with muscles. And he had a cock that even flaccid was about twice as big as dad’s would be if hard.
James and dad saw each other at the same time. James grinned, “Well, hey squirt.”
Dad reddened “Please don’t call me that. I always hated it when you called me that. You and the other other jocks. You made my senior year hell.”
James grinned again, “Ah, come on dude. I was just a freshman, new to the team, trying to make friends. I was just trying to impress the guys, picking on the weak band geek in the senior class. It was all good fun. It made the guys laugh.”
“Laugh?” Dad was angry now. He stood. His frame tiny next to the big man. “Do you know how humiliating it was to hear them laugh when you hung me by my underwear on the fence and fucked my girlfriend on the hood of my car with that thing of yours.”
Dad reached out and slapped the thick beast of a cock as he said it. I have to admit, it was funny to see dad’s tiny hand slap another man’s dong. But dad instantly knew he had messed up. He tried to move away but James was too fast. He reached out and grabbed dad around his skinny arm with a vice like grip. Muscles rippled in James’s forearm.
Dad slapped at the man comically. Little pats against a slab of iron “Ow! You’re hurting me!” He whined.
“I was playing around before,” James said, “But now you’re going to learn your place, squirt.”
Mom finally came out of the bedroom just in time to see James lift her husband, one handed, by his pant waist and toss him effortlessly over the couch. This was getting real.
Dad stood up and charged back at the man. I had to give the little guy credit for trying. But it was over as soon as it started. James let dad charge into him. Then he put his hand to dad’s face, pushed him into the wall, and held him there at arms length.
Dad flailed his skinny arms about but could not reach beyond James’s arm length. Dad slapped the bulging arm as he struggled and grunted, “Let me go! Let me go!” He mumbled into James’s big hand which still covered his face, holding dad’s head pathetically against the wall. Finally, the little guy sighed and slumped resigned.
“You always did slap like a girl,” James sighed. And then let dad go.
Mom couldn’t help it. She giggled at the scene.
James stopped. Then he grabbed dad by his hair back and started to drag him toward the bedroom. As he passed mom he stopped and gave her ripe, full tit a squeeze with his free hand. She let out another little whimper as he kissed her. Then picked her up in his free hand. “You too.”
The bedroom door closed. There were some brief scuffling sounds before I heard dad cry out
“No, please don’t leave me hanging here again.”
Another giggle.
And then the sounds started.
Again.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Whimper.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!