Like Father, Like Son, Part 2
by AmazonFan
Samantha continues her domination

Author's Note:  This is a continuation of the story begun in 
"Like Father, Like Son".  The characters are Gary Paris:  5'8", 158 pounds; 
his son Donald, 6'1", 166 pounds; and Samantha Brookings, 
5'11", 165 pounds, 44C-25-38, 16 1/2" arms, 25" thighs.


"Sam, put your top back on." Gary insisted.

"No way," she chuckled.  "I'm enjoying your reaction too 
much."  Sam gazed lustily at Gary's reinvigorated erection.  
"Don't you think I've proven you can't stop me?  I want your 
bod Gary and I will have you."

"Sam.  No!"

"Looks like you'll require more powerful persuasion."  Sam 
and Gary grabbed each other's hands and the contest was 
on again.  The contest to bend Gary's will.  To force him to 
yield to the overwhelming physical power possessed by 
Samantha -- a physical force matched only by her carnal 
desires.  To allow her the sexual delight of feeling his massive 
erection deep inside her.

Gary knew that his erection betrayed him, that despite his 
protestations he desired Samantha immensely.  Such a 
powerful body.  Such voluptuous curves.  He had never 
seen anything like her.  But it was wrong.  He could not do this 
to Donald.  To be taken by her would somehow betray his 
son.  He had to fight her.

He hesitated.  Striking a woman was abhorrent to him.  But, 
he had no choice. He had to try something.  He clenched 
his right hand and threw a solid hook into her stomach.  His fist 
slammed into a taut wall of rippling abdominal muscle that 
absorbed the full force of the blow without yielding one iota.

"Kinda scary when you punch somebody and nothing 
happens.  Go ahead.  I'll give you one free shot."  Sam 
patted her stomach and put her hands behind her back.

"Oh, no.  I couldn't do that." Gary said.

"Oh I insist.  I want you to know I'm invincible."  she replied.

Still Gary refrained.  She told him, "If you don't do it, I'll tell 
Donald everything."  Gary's fear of Donald discovering what 
was going on forced him to throw a hard punch at Sam.  
Without effect.

"I'm made of steel," she smirked.

Gary was forced to confront the reality that he could not hurt 
her.  And because she was so much stronger than he was, 
he could not stop her from doing as she pleased.  She 
grabbed his arm and pulled his body tight against hers.  She 
wanted to feel his erection pressing against her.  She slid one 
leg behind Gary's to trip him.  They fell to the grass.

Gary grappled frantically to get out from underneath Sam's 
muscular physique, but it was like trying to get out from 
underneath an avalanche - an avalanche of female 
muscle.  Struggling with her like this on the ground was 
demonstrating just how much stronger she was than him.  She 
was completely in control, twisting him and holding him 
down and maneuvering him into position.

The position she was going for was a cross body pin.  Sam 
trapped one of Gary's arms between her thighs and held 
the other with her hands.  Her weight was straight across his 
chest.  He tried to budge her, but he could barely move a 
muscle.  Her solid, magnificently sculpted flanks were right in 
front of Gary's eyes.  This close she looked so big, so solid, so 
intimidating.

Then Sam raised her hips up.  She tightened her bowling ball 
glutes and turned her head to look for Gary's expression.

"Know what happens next?  This is one of my favorites," she 
said.

"I saw you do this to Donald.  Only you were in a different 
position," he replied.

"There's lot of ways of doing this."  She turned her head the 
other way to check out his cock -- his erection was clearly at 
the max.  She sensed that there was something in particular 
about this hold that really got to Gary.  "You get off on this 
one, don't you Gary?  What is it?  The way I thrust with my hips?  
Does that remind you of fucking?  But, of course, I'm on top 
and you're helpless to stop me.  Big strong girl takes weaker 
man.  Is that the image in your head, Gary?"

"Please.  No.  You can't." he whispered hoarsely, his throat 
dry.

"Watch me."

The first hard thrust flattened his chest like a massive shock 
wave, forcing all the air from his lungs.  She raised her hips up 
again and paused, savoring the threat of her power.  Then 
over a dozen rapid thrusts in just seconds, slamming her 
pelvis against him, using her hips and legs like pistons, up and 
down, up and down.  Part jack hammer, part battering ram.  
Gary groaned from the cumulative effects.

And yet he felt more than pain.  His other senses brought him 
the sound of flesh slapping against flesh.  His eyes swam with 
the sight of the hard rippling muscles of her stomach and 
legs and ass acting fluidly as a mighty machine.  And his 
feelings of arousal grew even more intense.

Sam once again raised up from her prone position atop 
Gary's chest.  She began to batter Gary with her body 
again, varying the force she used and the speed she hit him 
with.  Over and over again, counting out each blow.

"57...58...59...60!" she exclaimed.

"Please.  No.  Stop.  You're crushing me," he moaned.

"Oh, come on!  Is that all you can take?  Donald's tougher 
than you are."

"Let's leave Donald out of this."

"I think it's a little late for that.  The way I look at it, he 
practically threw us together."

"I doubt that was his intention," Gary replied.

"But he knows you'd find all my muscles attractive."

"How do you know that?"

"Woman's intuition, I guess.  That and the fact that if I've 
stumbled across things like your envelopes from L.H. Art, then 
Donald probably has as well.  They advertise in some of the 
bodybuilding magazines, so when I saw the envelope 
come in the mail the other day, I had you figured out."

"Oh shit," Gary exclaimed, as he realized that what he 
thought was his deepest secret was out in the open.  She 
knew.  His son might as well.

Sam laughed and began another burst of hip thrusts, the 
staccato slapping of flesh on flesh punctuating Gary's grunts.  
She could feel herself getting her more and more aroused.  
She unlocked her legs from around his arm and quickly 
pivoted so she was squatting over him facing his feet.

Gary should have been trying to get out from under her, but 
he felt paralyzed when she started peeling her thong 
bottom off.  He could see her labia, puffy and inviting.  The 
wisps of blond pubic hair.  Such gloriously unfettered 
sexuality alongside the pure athletic power of her mind-
boggling glutes and power packed thighs.  She lowered 
her weight onto his chest.  He tensed as she ran her hands 
down his chest.  Her fingers swirled through his pubes and 
caressed his balls.  Then she slid her haunches up onto his 
face, enveloping him in muscle and musk and her 
womanhood.  The instant her fingers wrapped around his 
penis Gary shuddered and ejaculated.  A copious hot 
rocket of semen.

"Whoa there cowboy!" she exclaimed.  "A little trigger 
happy there, aren't you?"

Gary couldn't say anything.  He was mortified.  He couldn't 
believe that he had become so highly aroused that her 
slightest touch had caused him to lose control.  Her power 
over him was more than physical, it was sexual as well.  He 
couldn't remember having been so overwhelmingly 
aroused since he was a teen.

Sam let go of Gary's spent member and wiped her hands in 
the grass.  What a disappointment!  Just when she was 
getting ready to get down to some serious fucking, Gary 
was finished.  She wondered how long it would take him to 
get hard again.  Not likely that he could do it like Donald.  
After all Gary was older and she knew that effected men's 
performance.  Ah yes, dear Donald.  "Mr. Eveready" she 
called him.  The guy had a talent there.  And dear old Gary 
had a mammoth cock.  If there was some way she could 
combine their best assets into one man.

Sam stood up and faced Gary.  "Well it looks like the party is 
over for now," she remarked, casting a glance at his 
deflated tool, "But now that it's out in the open between us, I 
want you to know that I'm not finished with you, not by a long 
shot."

She reached down and grabbed on of Gary's arms and 
yanked him to his feet.  Continuing her motion she pulled his 
body tight against hers and lifted him off his feet in a bear 
hug.  Gary was astounded by the pressure she applied to 
force the air from his lungs.  Her mouth closed over his and 
she kissed him hard and long, her tongue slithering inside his 
mouth.  Once again he could not stop her.

Finally she put him back down and stepped back.  Gary 
could barely stand.  "What about Donald?" he asked 
hoarsely.  "Are you going to tell him?"

"I haven't decided yet," she said, smiling mischievously.  
"And I'm not going to tell you what I plan to do.  I want you 
on your best behavior for a while."  She collected her things 
and started for her bedroom.  "Time for my shower," she 
declared, looking back over her shoulder.  "I have to be 
ready early so I can cook dinner tonight."  She giggled and 
strolled sexily to the door leaving Gary with the sight of her 
splendid ass and the knowledge that his life had changed 
profoundly this afternoon.


Donald hummed passages from Biber's "Passacaglia for 
Solo Violin", his performance piece at the recital, as he 
drove home.  Maybe his interpretation of the work wouldn't 
have earned him first chair at the Philharmonic, but he got a 
nice reception from the audience.

Pulling his car into the driveway, he could see from the other 
cars that Sam and his father were home.  But as he walked 
through the house he didn't see either of them.  No one at 
the pool.  His father's bedroom door was shut.  He must be in 
there.  But Sam's door was open and she didn't appear to 
be in there.  Then he heard the sound of a hair dryer coming 
from his bathroom.

"Hi.  How was the recital?  My dryer's on the fritz." Sam 
greeted Donald as he walked into his bathroom.  Sam's 
short silk robe was wide open as she tended to her hair.

"It was fine." Donald answered.

"I think we have a little problem." Sam said, turning off the 
dryer and turning around to face Donald.  "It's your father."

"What?"

"Do you think it's possible that he has the same thing for 
strong women you do?"  Sam watched Donald's reaction 
carefully.  His face gave him away.

"Hey, anything's possible.  I don't really know."

"Oh, I think you do.  Come on, Donald.  Confess."  Sam put 
her hands on Donald's shoulders and started pushing him 
back into his bedroom.

"No.  Really.  I don't know.  Why are you asking me that?  Did 
something happen while I was gone?"  Sam had Donald 
backed up to the edge of the bed.

"I think your father got quite aroused when I was doing a little 
weight lifting."

"Weight lifting?  Outside?  In front of him?  Is that what you 
were doing?"

"Wait a minute.  I'm doing the interrogating here.  And I want 
to know what you know."  Sam shoved Donald backwards 
and he fell onto the bed.  She dove on top of him and 
forced him onto his stomach.  Then she rolled over, pulling 
him on top of her.

Donald felt her thighs, those twin pillars of power, encase his 
body.  Her arms snaked around his, tying him up with a full 
nelson.  He was now completely helpless.  He knew from 
past encounters with Sam that he could not possibly break 
out of her body scissors/full nelson combination.

But he didn't want her to know that he'd spied on this father.  
He didn't want her to know that he knew his father shared his 
own fascination with strong women.  He didn't want her to 
realize that he had deliberately had her show off her 
muscles to his father.

"Now tell me what's going on before I rip you apart," Sam 
ordered.  She used her legs to pull Donald's trunk in one 
direction while she stretched his arms in the other.

"I don't know what you're...Aaagghhh!!" Donald's words 
were cut short by the vicious pain in his chest as he was 
stretched beyond his body's limits.  Then Sam added more 
pressure squeezing with her thighs.  It took every bit of control 
Donald could muster to keep himself from screaming out 
loud.  But then his father might hear him.  Sam was 
unrelenting.  She wanted him to confess.  She could so easily 
inflict far more pain than he could endure.

"All right.  All right.  I give.  I'll tell you." he moaned.  Sam 
released her holds, pushed him off her, and rolled over on 
top of him, sitting on his chest.

"Spill the beans."

"A few years ago I found he had this collection of stuff 
stashed away in a closet."

"Like L.H. Art?" she interjected.

"How'd you know?"

"Fate put it in my hands.  Go on."

"Well, he's got some videos too.  Wrestling.  Some in the 
gym, others in a home or apartment.  Girl vs. guy.  The girl 
always wins.  I guess there aren't too many conclusions to 
draw other than he likes strong women."

"Likes strong women, like you." she reminded him.

"Okay, like me." he admitted.  "So you knew something was 
going on," Donald realized.  "You knew for sure that he liked 
strong women before you even asked me."

"Yeah, but I wanted to find out whether or not you knew it."

"So you stood there in front of him pumping iron?  Knowing 
how'd he react?  What were you trying to do?"

"Let me remind you dear Donald, that you were the one 
who had me flexing for him right after I got here.  What were 
you trying to do?  Show me off your prize?  Tease poor old 
Dad with some big muscle?  'Hey Dad, look at what I got 
and you don't.'  A psychiatrist would have a field day with the 
games you're playing."

"And what game are you playing, Sam?" Donald asked.  
"You still haven't explained why you were there with him, 
alone, flaunting your muscles."

"What are you, my chaperone?  Would you have preferred 
to be here while I was exercising?  What for?  To save me 
from your father?  Or to keep playing your game, savoring 
your secret that you know about his little collection."

"Clever answer, Sam, but you're still avoiding the question.  
As long as he's my father, and you and I have a relationship, 
I think I deserve to know why you were doing that and what 
happened."

"I'm going to assume you didn't intend that as an ultimatum, 
since we both know you're in no position to be giving me 
ultimatums."  Sam slipped her arms out of the robe and 
tossed it to the side.  She turned her attention to her left arm, 
curling it up so that the biceps swelled and hardened into a 
massive testimonial to her power.

Donald got the message right away.  "Look, I know I can't 
force you.  I'm just trying to figure out what's going on and I'm 
trying to keep peace in the family."

"Well then, you're just going to have to wait until I'm ready to 
tell you," she replied.  "I will tell you this much.  He got an 
erection but he tried to hide it.  And he didn't try putting any 
moves on me.  Look, I'm the one who's stuck in the middle 
of this, through no fault of my own.  And unless you're going to 
sit down with your father and tell him what you know, then 
you can't do anything.  So you're going to have to let me 
take care of this and work things out.  Okay?"

"I still wish you'd tell me why you showed off in front of him," 
Donald replied.

"Sweetie, with this bod, you know I'm a show off."  Sam 
wanted to stop Donald's persistent questioning.  She hadn't 
quite lied to him yet, but of course she was hiding the truth 
from him too.  She took his hands and brought them up to 
her breasts.  Donald began to knead the firm melons, his 
thumbs lazily circling her nipples, making them erect.  Sam 
felt herself get wet and a delectable warm energy began 
to flow through her body.

"A long day in the hot sun.  Makes me horny." she whispered.  
"I volunteered to make dinner.  We don't have much time."  
Sam began to caress herself, fingering the folds of her labia.  
"Why don't you have a little appetizer."  Sam slid forward 
and lowered herself onto Donald's tongue.


Saturday night dinner at the Paris residence was a bit 
strained.  Gary and Donald seemed unwillingly to engage 
in conversation.  Sam realized that she'd have to do 
something about the situation before it got out of hand.


Sam tiptoed down the hallway at a quarter past midnight.  
She carried just a candle and a book of matches.  The door 
to Gary's bedroom was unlocked.  She slipped inside.  His 
breathing remained constant.  He was asleep.  She struck 
the match.  The sound puncturing the night's silence, the 
flame illuminating the room.  She lit the candle.  Gary 
remained asleep.  She was hoping that he slept in the nude.  
Holding her breath, she leaned over and clutched the sheet 
that was covering him.  Slowly, delicately she peeled it off 
him.  He did sleep in the nude.  Her pulse was racing.  Gary 
was lying on his side.  His cute little butt was facing her.  Now 
he was rolling over onto his back.  Was he waking up?  No, 
still sound asleep.  There it was, his flaccid penis, large yet 
limp between his legs.  How she wanted to feel it grow in her 
hands, becoming hard, getting so big.  She resisted the 
temptation to just grab hold of it.

"Gary."  she whispered., slipping her silk robe to the floor.  
"Gaaa...rrr...yyy."  His eyes opened.

"What are you doing in here!" he exclaimed.

"Visiting," she smiled.  Gary suddenly realized she'd pulled his 
sheet off. He went to pull it back up, but Sam put one foot on 
the bed and prevented it.

"No need to be shy, Gary," she giggled.

"You've got to get out of here.  Now!" he ordered.

Sam vaulted onto the bed, on top of Gary.  Instinctively they 
grabbed each others hands.  Sam smiled confidently, 
knowing her vast advantage in muscle would overpower 
him.  She was hoping the struggle would get him aroused.  
Her only regret was that she wasn't in a good position to 
watch it happen.

Gary felt the rush of adrenaline fueled by the surprise of 
being awakened to find Sam standing naked before him 
and the fear of her overpowering him right now.  He gritted 
his teeth and pushed up with all his might, trying to resist Sam's 
enormous pressure.  Her biceps swelled ominously, but he 
could see they weren't completely flexed.  Dear god, she 
wasn't even going all out.

His own arms began to ache and tremble.  She was going 
to drain every bit of strength, every ounce of resistance, out 
of him.  With an anguished groan, he was forced to give up.


Donald was feeling very horny.  He had tongued Sam into 
two orgasms before dinner, but she said then she didn't 
have time to do him.  Maybe she'd be in the mood now.  
He walked quietly down the hallway to her bedroom.  The 
door was slightly ajar.  He stuck his head inside.  Her bed was 
empty.  Where the hell was she?

Donald heard the groan come from his father's bedroom.  
He froze, the pit of his stomach churning.


Sam slid from her sitting position and stretched out on top of 
Gary's body.  She still wasn't sure how much fight he had left 
in him, but how many more times did she have to show him 
he was incapable of stopping her?

She had a thought.  Both Gary and Donald liked strong 
women.  Both Gary and Donald found her hip thrust 
submission technique very erotic.  Donald get very aroused 
when she used her breasts to smother him.  Odds were that 
Gary would react the same way.  And what would happen if 
she combined hip thrusts with breast smothering!

"Get off of me Sam," Gary pleaded.  He was scared that he 
was going to get an erection again.  It wouldn't take much.  
Her body was so beautiful, so mesmerizingly dominant.

"Oh, I intend to get off," she murmured.  "Get you up, get on 
top, get off.  I think this might do the trick."  Sam 
simultaneously began to wrap her arms around Gary's head 
as she lifted her glorious ass up.

As Gary felt her dense breasts covering his face, his penis 
became instantly engorged.  His balls felt ready to explode.  
Her breasts were so full, so firm.  Shit he was so aroused.  He 
felt the first powerful slam from her pelvis.  He ejaculated.

Sam felt the hot semen as it landed on her thighs.  "Shit!" she 
thought, "I made him come again.  Too goddamn quick."

"I should have known better," she told him.  "Donald gets 
really turned on when I use my breasts on him.  I was just 
trying to get you hard.  Guess I went overboard."

"Please Sam.  This is a little humiliating for me.  Can you 
understand?  Can you just leave me alone for tonight?" he 
implored.

She kissed him gently on the lips.  "Okay, I guess I owe you 
that," she answered, "But I'm not through with you yet."  She 
mashed her breasts against his face again, rubbing them 
back and forth.  Her hand slid down and encased his half stiff 
cock, relishing its grand size.  He tried to brush her hand 
away.  She rubbed her thumb against the head, the oozing 
semen creating a natural lubricant.

"I am sorely tempted to stay here and get you hard again," 
she whispered.

"No Sam."

"Well, I'll show you that I'm a woman of my word."  She 
slipped off him and stood by the side of the bed.  "And that 
means I am going to get you."  She picked up her robe 
and slung it over her shoulder, blew out the candle and 
picked it up.  "Goodnight big boy."


Donald couldn't bring himself to barge into his father's 
bedroom.  Part of it was a begrudging respect for his 
privacy.  A lot more of it was fear of what he might find there.  
He slipped outside and crept down the walkway outside 
the bedrooms.  There was always the chance that his 
father's blinds might be open.

They weren't.  He strained to hear any sounds through the 
glass, but all was quiet.  He went back inside.  He opened 
his bedroom door and peered down the hallway.  Sam's 
door was now closed.  He had to find out if she was in there.

He tiptoed down the hall to her door and slowly opened it.  
There she was, lying nude on the bed.  She sensed his 
presence and opened her eyes.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Where were you five minutes ago?"

"What the fuck are you doing?  Spying on me now?" Sam's 
anger was not hidden.

"I don't know what's going on around here anymore.  I 
came down to see if you wanted to fool around, and your 
bed was empty."

"I was in the bathroom."

Donald realized that was an entirely plausible explanation.  
And he really wanted to believe it was true.

"Oh.  Okay."

"Where'd you think I was?"  Sam's anger wasn't diminishing.  
She rolled off the bed, onto the floor and started 
approaching Donald.  He backed up nervously.  
Involuntarily, he began to get an erection.  The threat of her 
awesome strength was a sexual intoxicant for him.

Sam could see the bulge growing in his underwear.  As mad 
as she was at him for spying on her, she wanted sexual relief 
since her attempt with Gary had been thwarted.

"Look, you don't seem to be in a good mood. Why don't I 
just go back to my room?" he offered.

They stood face to face.  Sam put her hands on her hips 
and flared her lats.  Donald almost winced in anticipation of 
an attack.

"Let me make my rules perfectly clear, so you don't upset 
me again," she said sternly.  "You are never, ever to come 
into my room uninvited.  You are not to try to initiate sex.  I 
think I've already shown you that my appetite for fucking is 
enough to keep you more than satisfied.  Understood?"

"Yes, Sam."

"And I will not be spied on!"

"Yes, Sam."  He flinched as she began reaching for him.  She 
chuckled and grabbed him around the waist, tossing him 
onto her shoulder and holding him with one arm.  She 
picked up her candle, kicked open the bedroom door and 
started walking down to hall to Donald's room.

"We'll use your bed.  I want to keep my sheets clean."  She 
smirked.  She used her free arm to strip Donald's shorts off as 
she walked.  She tossed him onto his back on the bed, lit the 
candle, and straddled his erection.  She was already quite 
wet.

"No foreplay.  Just fucking." she growled.  "Last as long as 
you can."

Neither Donald nor Sam heard Gary's door open.  He 
peered down the hallway and could make out Sam and 
Donald in the candlelight.  He could see Sam riding his son's 
erection.  Up and down.  Up and down.  The magnificent 
muscles in her back rippling with exertion.  Her perfect ass 
flexed hard.

He marveled as they kept going and going.  Sam was 
fucking her prey harder and harder.  He could see that she 
was massaging her breasts, heightening her passion.  She 
tilted her head back and made a low guttural groan.  She 
was climaxing.  She kept riding Donald.  A second orgasm, 
more powerful than the first.

Gary just stood in his doorway, transfixed.  He looked down 
at his cock.  He was fully erect.  And he had gotten hard 
again so quickly.  He could not keep himself from touching 
his erection.  He pumped his cock in time with Sam's writhing 
on Donald.  The years of masturbating since his wife died 
had trained his cock to come quickly. He felt his ejaculation 
building quickly.  Donald and Sam kept going and going.

Gary retreated back into his room and closed the door just 
as he came.

He stood in the darkness and cried.

End of Part 2