At 11 a.m. on New Year's Day, Jessica's cellphone rang. It was Mike. "Hi ip. Hey look, I've kind of put you through a lot the last three days, so I'm not going to come over so that you can have a relaxing day." Jessica was non-plussed at this sudden plan. She wasn't feeling suffocated by him. "Is he bored with me?" she asked herself yet again. "Honey, actually having a relaxing day is pretty much impossible! My dad's buddies are all over to watch football and none of them even went to the schools who are in the game! My mom and I have been playing waitress all morning. The testosterone level is just nuts right now! How about at your place? "My dad went to a school that is in a bowl game today, so we're having a party here, too. It's going to kinda suck because I'm not really a football fan." "That's too bad," she retorted. "To be honest Jessica," he started, a phrase that usually ends negatively, which caused her mood to suddenly change for the worse, "I want to be all over you, but since school is going to start again in a couple of days I want you to have some me time so you can go into Monday in a good mood. But I guess that's gonna have to be postponed, huh?" "Ah, god, he's so considerate," she thought to herself, relieved.

"Well listen babe, do you wanna go have lunch somewhere? You can bring your mom if you want. I'm sure she needs the break." "You don't mind if my mom is there?" "No babe, you're mom's cool. And a babe. I see where you get your good looks and I like what I can anticipate you looking like in 30 years."  "Jesus, how did I end up with this guy?" Jessica pondered. "I guess I did something right in a previous life." "Mike, don't talk about my mom like that. She's my mom! Ewwww." Mike laughed and apologized. "Well look ip, let me see who's open and I'll try to find one that is football free so we can just kick it for a while. You good with that?" "Not only am I good with that, my mom might want to take you away from me!" "Oooh, a little mother-daughter action---nice!" Mike joked. Well, sort of. "Mike, Jesus!" Jessica blurted, squealing and giggling all at once. "Okay ip, give me a few minutes and I'll hit ya back." "Okay  honey. I love you." "I love you, too babe."

'"What was that all about?" Jennifer Hamada inquired. "Mike wants to take us both out to lunch so we can get away from football for a while," Jessica informed her. "Jesus Jessica, where did you find this guy? Does he have a brother?" "Yeah he does mom, but he's 13," Jessica giggled. "Too young to know, too old to resist," Jennifer Hamada snarked. "Mom! Oh my god! Don't even joke about that!" "Relax honey., I was just kidding." "He did say, though, that he thought you were hot." "Ooh, a man of taste . Boy Jessica, the more you tell me about him the more I like him!"

Mike called back 20 minutes later and they went to a Mexican restaurant in a town to the northeast of their's. There was hardly anyone there because of the holiday and a lot of people sleeping off hangovers from the partying the night before. "Thank you for including me in this Mike. It's not everyday that a mother gets asked to go to lunch with her daughter and her boyfriend." "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself, Mrs. Hamada," Mike politely reacted. They chitchatted for a while and shortly after they began eating, Mrs. Hamada's curiosity and need to protect her daughter surfaced. "So Mike, tell me, where is your relationship with my daughter going?" "Mom! Oh my God, I can't believe that you just asked that!" she objected. "To be honest Mrs. Hamada, a single level house, preferably close to the ocean, two kids and a shitload of guitars." Mike was a blunt guy and Jessica's mom just got a taste of it. He also wasn't one to vacillate." "Christ Jessica, he's just too perfect," she rejoindered. Jessica laughed. "Good thing you don't know he ties me up and fucks me on a regular basis" she thought to herself. "But only after she gets her Phd or her law degree" Mike added. "I don't want to be in her way."

"What about you and school?" Mrs. Hamada interrogated. "I don't know. There's some demand for math teachers and I'm good at that. So I might do that. I really want to do something music related, though. But that's really tough to make a living at and I want to be able to hold my head up sleeping next to Dr. Hamada every night. By the way Mrs.Hamada, thanks for allowing Jessica to be with me over Christmas. Your daughter is just so amazing I hate being away from her." "You're welcome, Mike. You earned it by making my daughter happy." "But it's really premature to start thinking in terms of marriage. Both of you are going to change a lot over the next few years. So give yourselves some time to grow up and experience a little bit of life, too," Mrs. Hamada propounded. "I'm not sure I can ever find anyone like your daughter Mrs. Hamada. Jessica is a really special girl. I don't know why she puts up with me," he laughed. "Honey," Mrs. Hamada added, "you keep inviting me to lunch with Jessica and I will make sure she keeps putting up with you." They all chuckled over that. Mike was seeing a coquettish side to Mrs. Hamada he had never noticed before and it was making him a bit randy.

Mrs. Hamada offered to buy Jessica and Mike a drink, but they both begged off. "I don't drink Mrs. Hamada" he let her know. Neither did Jessica because she was so petite that she was afraid she would get wasted after even just one beer. They leisurely sat and kibitzed, the wait staff not minding, especially since Mrs. Hamada had ordered a bunch of food to take home to her husband and his friends. 'So where are you guys going after we leave here," Mrs. Hamada asked. "To be honest, I really want to jam, but with people over, we can't use our amps and a lot of places are closed, so I don't know. I'd really like to just help Jessica relax because I think she puts a lot of pressure on herself." The takeout order came and so they all packed into the car and headed back to Jessica's. Carl and his pals liked that the quality of the munchies just took a sudden  climb. "You're the greatest Jen," Carl proclaimed, kissing his wife.

Carl introduced Mike to his friends. One of them was Tony, the amateur musician and coworker that Carl had spoken of before. Mike immediately started talking about gear and Jessica was in there with them while the others devoted themselves to football. Tony invited Mike and Jessica to come over to his house and jam with him sometime, though Tony lived an hour away, so that was probably not going to happen. The main interest in the games played that day centered on the office betting pool, as it turned out.

It was a nice day and if they couldn't play they could just kick back somewhere, so Mike decided to take Jessica to the beach, where they were able to get a spot in the nearly deserted front parking lot. They moved into the backseat, jamming her wheelchair into the front passenger seat, with Mike holding Jessica in his arms, and left the window open just a crack even though it was on the chillly side. Mike also liked the smell of the ocean, too. Mike endeavored to keep the mood nice and mellow, gently stroking Jessica's head while enjoying her company.. In his heart of hearts, he wanted to fuck her brains out, but opted to choose a little deferred gratification for a longer term gain.

They did that for a couple of hours before Mike got bored and took Jessica home. This would turn out to be a bad idea. At halftime of another game her dad and his friends were taking in, Mr. Hamada,, who was under the influence of the beers he had been pounding, decided it would be fun to have his daughter and her boyfriend do a little concert for everybody. So he dragged the whole crew to Jessica's room, where Mike and she had been making out pretty heatedly, and went into the room without knocking, interrupting the pair's passionate interlude. They weren't doing anything more than kissing, but Mike was anticipating getting his ass kicked. "Dad, what are you doing!?" Jessica asked him, exasperated. "Why don't you guys play your guitars for us for a little bit?" Carl requested. "Why dad? You want to piss the neighbors off?" "Jessica, don't talk to me like that," Carl snapped. Mike couldn't really say anything, so he merely told them, "don't blame us if the cops come." "Want to play some Maiden for these guys babe?" he asked Jessica. "I guess we can do that. But it's going to be weird with nothing behind us." Jessica, wanting to make her dad pay for this intrusion, plugged into her Mesa, with its uber beefy bottom end, and wacked it all the way up, and Mike took her Marshall and did likewise. She played her Adrian Smith model and Mike grabbed the Dave Murray sig. Mike began playing the fingerpicked intro to "Hallowed be Thy Name" and then locked in from there, giving them seven minutes of superb instrumental rock action. Then they did "The Number of the Beast," sans the spoken intro and Tony was suitably impressed by how tight Mike and Jessica were and the technical level they displayed in executing the music even if they were playing at ear shattering levels that allowed their whole development to "enjoy" the riffage. Mike called out "The Trooper" and they ripped through that savagely, Jessica banging her head during the galloping rhythm parts of the tune before she stopped when she saw the police pulling into the family's driveway. "Police!" she yelled and Mike halted his fretwork. Jen Hamada went to the door when one of the officers banged the butt of his flashlight on the door. "Hey, do you guys know I could hear you all the way into the feeder street into this development?" the cop informed her. Mrs. Hamada apologized and told the officer that it was a dumb idea of her husband's and that there wouldn't be a repeat. Mrs. Hamada then announced that the alcohol was officially cut off for the rest of the day.

Mike was laughing and rolling his eyes. "That was fun, but now my ears are ringing," he said. "Me too, " Jessica echoed, as Mike got up to put their guitars away and turn the amps off. He then closed the door again and they resumed their spit swapping until Mike had to go home for dinner. "If I ever ask our kids to play in front of friends kick me in the nuts, will ya babe?" Mike joked. "I don't know about kicking you, but you might end up with a fretboard over your head," she laughed. He never went back that night, but he did call her and they talked about registering for their new classes for the second semester. They chose to take calculus and physics together, believing that not only would the classes reinforce each other, but their different strengths would help the other.

Sunday, Mike stayed home to give Jessica the breathing room he wanted to grant her, but he called her and they talked for a couple of hours.

Monday morning, Jessica dressed in the outfit Mike had picked for her. "That's a cute little outfit, Jessica. When did you get it?" Mrs. Hamada asked. "Mike bought it for me a few days ago because he was annoyed that I wouldn't show my legs. He thinks that deep down I'm ashamed of my handicap and so he's making me wear this to try to help me get over it." "Well that's supportive of him," Jen admired. "But mom, my legs are so skinny. They look like twigs!" "Jessica, I've seen other handicapped women with your legs in public before. The sooner you get over your obsession with your legs the better."

When Mike wheeled Jessica into their first period class, she furtively looked around to see if anyone was talking about her legs. Nobody except Mike was paying any attention to her at all. So when they exited the classroom, he asked her if she saw anyone sneaking looks at her pins and she said no. "Yeah, just as I thought, Mike celebrated. See ya at lunch ip," he said as he kissed her goodbye. Jessica gave the same answer during the middday break, too. It was finally dawning on her that all these years she had been obsessing over nothing. "When the weather gets warmer, you're wearing skirts and shorts babe," he told her without asking for her approval. She found his command reassuring and hot..

At the end of the school day, after they settled into his car, Mike had a new warning for Jessica: "Fucktoy will never complain about her legs or she will be severely punished, ten swats for each word in the complaint. Does fucktoy understand?" Yes Master," she agreed. "Fucktoy will also inform her Master when she has whined about them to anyone, not just me, so that I may hand down the punishment due." 'Yes Master. Holy Wars!" she laughed, quoting the Megadeth song "Holy Wars....the Punishment Due" as a joke. Mike smiled at her and did a funny imitation of Megadeth lead singer/guitarist Dave Mustaine as they headed to her house.

Mike rolled Jessica into her house and her mom greeted them, asking how it went. "Mom, Mike's right. Nobody thinks my legs are hideous. Nobody even looked sideways at me." "I'm so glad for you Jessica," Jen Hamada said, hugging her daughter. "When spring comes Mrs. Hamada I want to see Jessica in shorts and skirts," he told her firmly, partly as a test to see if the older woman had the same submissive impulses as her teenager. "Okay Mike, I think that can be arranged," she conceded. Mrs. Hamada then gave Mike an odd look, perhaps provoked by her starting to feel wet between her legs. "Wow," she thought to herself, "he really takes the bull by the horns!"

As usual, they did their homework and their reading together and, if they had any time left before Mike had to go home for dinner, they would play guitars. Since Mike was doing an imitation of Dave Mustaine, they were inspired to go online and begin learning "Peace Sells....But Who's Buying?" "God, this song rages!" Mike enthused as they worked on each section trying to memorize and master them. Mike then returned home and came back later, where they picked up where they left off. Mike's hard on, though, was getting to be more than he could bear and he pushed his pants and boxers down while scooting against the headboard of Jessica's bed and ordered her to suck him. She leaned over and flicked her tongue from the base of his balls up to the tip of the head and back down. "God bitch, just suck it," he rasped aggressively and, a minute later, his dick was being pressed on by her throat muscles before she came up to gulp some air. The next time down, he put his hand on the back of her head and held her throat on to his cock while he pumped his hips several times before she resurfaced to recharge her oxygen supply. He did this to her over and over before finally spurting his seed into her throat and his wad oozed into her stomach. " "That's a good fucktoy," he complimented. "Thank you Master," she responded.

His aggressive handling of her made her very wet and horny. "Master?" "Yes fucktoy,?" "May your little Asian fucktoy please masturbate?" "Since fucktoy worked so hard to satisfy her Master tonight fucktoy may masturbate. But fucktoy must be completely naked while doing so." "Yes Master. Thank you Master." Jessica was very leery of doing this while her parents were still up. Mike, though, made the calculation that because he was in so good with her parents that they would let them slide at least one time if they were caught out. Jessica dropped her skirt and unbuttoned her blouse. "Keep the stockings on fucktoy," Mike ordered. "Yes Master," she assented. Her bra and panties now joined her other clothes on the floor and he moved to the foot of the bed to get a bird's eye view of her rubbing herself off. Jessica splayed her legs open and did some preliminary stroking and flicking of her pussy and clit. She pumped two fingers into herself. Now she was getting warmed up. Mike was already getting hard once more as her fingers exited her fuck cave and danced and pirouetted  on her clit. He thrilled to the image of how her erect nipples topped her ample breasts and how they jiggled ever so slightly as she worked her nubbin. His eyes sunk again to her moist snatch and she was now rubbing her clit harder and faster.his ears picking up her suppressed panting and gasping while she began to feel flushed and the familiar red patches that accompanied that displayed themselves on her cheeks and just under her collar bone. Her breathing was becoming shorter and sharper, her eyes seemingly locked tight in concentration, then a furious burst of applied friction to her stiff and engorged clit and she raised her hips as the orgasm diffused through her body, her breathing almost desperate in its cadence.

Mike had been stroking himself the entire time and as Jessica laid there nude and vulnerable, he walked over to the side of the bed closest to her, directed her head in his direction and then he showered her pretty face with his spunk, which fell in gooey lumps on her cheeks, eyes and nose. She wiped her face with a clump of tissues and then they got dressed. "Thank you Master," Jessica said. "Fucktoy did a good job tonight satisfying her Master," he smiled.

The next morning, while she was getting dressed, Mike phoned Jessica and told her that she would be having the benwa balls inside of her during their first period class. She obeyed and she alternately tightened and loosened her pubococcygeus muscle to try to keep the balls inside of her. The rolling and rubbing of the balls inside of her also made her constantly wet and horny. After class, he took her into an occluded corner of the building where her next class was and then watched as she extracted the balls out of herself. "That's a good fucktoy," Mike said. "My cock will thank you later." Thank you Master," she whispered before making her way to her classroom.

After he took Jessica home and they got situated in her room, he called out to Mrs. Hamada, who came to see what Mike wanted. He met her at the door while Jessica was lying in bed doing her homework. "Mrs. Hamada, bring us something to drink," he told her in a low, hard voice so that Jessica couldn't hear. Jennifer wanted to say something back, but then she felt a twinge inside of her and seemed to relax and emitted a rather subservient, "okay." A couple minutes later, she came back with a cans of soft drinks for both of them, putting them on Jessica's computer desk while saying in a strangely placid voice, "here you are kids." Mike got up and followed her out the bedroom door, saying, "that's a good girl Jennifer." Mrs. Hamada felt her pussy filling with her lubricant again and Mike saw in her eyes the same glassy state that he often noticed in her daughter's when she went into sub space. Mike's cock, already hard from being next to his fucktoy Jessica, now stiffened just that much more.

Mrs. Hamada was a beautiful woman, especially for a 44 year old. She was a 5'7" and 120 pound college grad with still firm d-cups, big opalescent almond eyes and long, slim legs. She wore her black hair that had little strands of gray in it in a bob, imbuing her with a neat, classy appearance that was still achingly sexy. Mike had already masturbated many times thinking about tying her up and fucking her. Like Jessica, she was smart, very rational and, now he was confirming, submissive. He wondered if Carl was hammering her pussy hard while he pulled her hair or had her restrained on the bed post regularly like Mike had Jessica on a frequent basis. The question then became, should he risk his relationship with Jessica to also have her mother? Mike couldn't take it any longer and ordered Jessica to suck him again. Her little dark red lipsticked mouth felt so good when it caressed his cock. Hell, just the sight of his cock entering and leaving that moist pie hole not far below those slitted eyes boosted his ardor and hastened his ejaculation. He loved running his hand through that long, luxurious head of hair Jessica had, too, while she serviced his need. In mere minutes, she triggered the release of his cum from its scrotal warehouses and swallowed it gratefully.