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Subject: {ASSM} Meek Mum (mF, mother-son, mdom)
Date: Sun, 25 Feb 2001 13:10:04 -0500
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Meek Mum By Scorpio00155(c)

   When dad died my mother sort of went to pieces for the next six months,
I ended up doing everything around the house on top of my school work and
had it not been for the insurance money I would have had to find a way to
earn money.  As it was we were comfortably off, though by no means wealthy,
even so I had virtually no time to call my own for the entire period. 
Gradually the strain began to tell on me and it began to show in my
schoolwork, my grades started to fall and it looked as though I would fail
my 'A' levels.  Much as I loved my mother something had to be done about
the whole situation and one fateful Saturday I took matters in hand and
confronted mum.

   Sitting in the living room facing my mother I could not believe how much
she had let herself go, once a lively, attractive, vivacious woman, she was
now dowdy and dull, her hair was a mess and her face was pale.  Quietly and
with great patience I talked to my mother, listlessly she listened to what
I said yet showed no sign that she understood.  Slowly I became annoyed and
began talking more and more firmly until at last I lost my temper.

   "Damn it mum," I exploded "go and make yourself presentable, do
something with your hair, put on some nice clothes.  Do something other
than mope."

   "Yes Paul." she said quietly and got out of her chair.

   To say I was surprised at her compliance would be an understatement, as
she left the room I shook my head and wondered just what it was that had
finally got through to her.  Something dad had jokingly said came back to
me, he'd had a few drinks and had confided drunkenly that 'your mother
needs a firm hand son', it had meant nothing to me at the time, but now her
reaction to my angry order gave meaning to his words.  Perhaps if I was
firm with my mother instead of kindly she would respond more favourably, I
decided to try it and see what happened.  Ten minutes later mum returned to
the living room, she looked like a different woman, her hair was neat and
tidy, her face was carefully made up and her clothes were bright and even a
little sexy, all in all a vast improvement.  What I needed to do now was to
put some of the old sparkle back in her eyes and some spring in her stride,
I decided that a walk would be a good start, just getting her out of the
house had been impossible over the past six months.

   "We are going for a walk." I said firmly.

   "All right Paul." she replied, "Do I need a coat?"

   Hiding my surprise I answered her question.

   "I don't think so, it seems quite warm out today." I said with a smile.

   Making sure that I had my keys I followed mum out of the house, locked
the door then joined her on the pavement, turning towards the nearby park I
set off, mum moved along at my side.  The sun was bright, the air fresh
with a light little breeze that kept us from getting too warm, even my
mother was finding it hard to be glum on such a bright day and by the time
we reached the park she had a tiny smile on her lips.  We entered the park
and wandered aimlessly around the paths that criss-crossed it, we saw
couples enjoying themselves, kids playing and dogs running, in other words
signs of happiness and they infected my mother and broke down the barrier
of her own self-pity.

   By the time we left the park mum was smiling almost happily and on the
walk home she seemed more alive than she had been for ages.

   "I'll do dinner tonight." mum said as we went through our front gate.

   I was surprised at the change in her, but overjoyed that she had finally
snapped out of her slump somewhat, I agreed to her offer of course.  Later
that evening, our meal consumed and the washing-up done, we sat in the
living room and mum started talking, it was as though a floodgate had
opened and I let her rattle on for as long as she wanted, relieved that she
had finally let loose her feelings.  An hour later mum smiled at me and sat
back in her chair.

   "I've been a right pain in the arse for the past six months haven't I."
She said.

   "Well, I wouldn't go that far," I grinned "but you have been very
trying."

   "I promise to behave myself from now on," she said "you'll be able to go
out with your friends and have some fun."

   I hadn't the heart to tell her that the past six months had cost me the
few friends I'd had and as for girls, well, they were a dream that I hoped
one day to fulfil.  Smiling I agreed with her.

   "I'm going to do the washing tomorrow." mum announced "In fact I'm going
to take back all those 'little' jobs that you've been doing and let you
concentrate on your school work and having fun."

   "You don't have to do it all mum." I laughed, "Let me help at least a
little."

   "Okay." she laughed, "Now, why don't you go off and meet some friends
for some fun."

   It was with dread that I heard her words, it meant that I would have to
go out, spend a couple of hours on my own and come home pretending that I
had enjoyed myself.  Something about me must have told my mother that there
was something wrong and now she was back to her old self it didn't take her
long to figure out what that something was.

   "I'm sorry Paul," she sighed unhappily "I've ruined your life with my
sulking haven't I."

   "Not at all mum," I smiled realising she had worked out the true
situation "if they had been proper friends they would not have left me in
the lurch so to speak.  No, I think I'm better off without them.  Besides,
you are more important to me."

   "Thank you Paul." mum smiled "I know, let's go out together, I can pass
myself off as a young woman with the right make-up and I'm sure we could
have fun together."

   "Okay," I grinned "you go and doll yourself up and I'll put on something
respectable."

   "I won't," she grinned, "I want people to think you've got yourself a
sexy dolly bird."

   "I've already got that," I laughed "any improvement on that will make
people think you are a right nympho."

   "Well that can't hurt your image." She laughed as she flounced from the
room.

   I was happy to see mum back to normal, rude, crude and so much fun to be
with, nevertheless it would have been nice if I could have gone out with a
girlfriend, I might have stood a chance of some fun at the end of the
evening, but I would make the most of things.  Making my way to my bedroom
I took off my jeans and tee shirt, looking in my wardrobe at the meagre
collection of clothes I tried to make up my mind what to wear, school
uniform was definitely out and the rest of my clothes were jeans and tee
shirts with one exception.

   That exception was a pair of leather trousers, I had bought them and so
far hadn't worn them, at the same time I'd got the trousers I'd bought a
pair of cowboy style boots and a black silk type shirt, I changed into this
outfit and grabbed my leather bomber jacket.  Going back to the living room
I waited for my mother to join me, it was long wait, but when she finally
appeared half an hour later the wait was well worth it.

   "Whee-hoo," I whistled appreciatively "you look fantastic."

   Fantastic indeed, whatever she had done with her make-up had taken years
off her, she'd done up her hair in a style that had it draped to one side
of her face and it took a few more years away, to top it all off she had
changed into a dress that gave a new meaning to the word 'mini'.  The dress
was cut both low and high, so low as to show off a hell of a cleavage, so
high as to reveal that she was wearing stockings not tights and that was
while she was standing, what a sight it had to be when she sat.  Had I not
known it was my mother I could almost have believed that she was a girl of
near my own age, not just a girl, but a beautiful, sexy girl and to my
surprise I found myself feeling horny.  Mum blushed at my words and it only
made her seem all the more fanciable, my fingers twitched with an urge to
handle her.

   "Thank you." mum blushed deep crimson "Do you like it."

   "Well it's not a banana in my pocket." I joked.

   Mum laughed and looked me over, something in her eyes told me that she
liked what she saw, there was a twinkle deep in her eyes that I had often
seen when my father was alive, it usually meant that they took an early
night.  Shaking myself mentally for my thoughts I asked the burning
question.

   "So where are we going?"

   "Where would lads of your age normally take their bits of stuff?" she
asked.

   "Pointers Disco" I grinned "if they thought they were going to get lucky
that night, but I don't think you'd want to go there."

   "And why not may I ask?" she grinned, "I may not be a spring chicken,
but I can keep up with you youngsters.  Or are you afraid that someone from
school will see you with your mother."

   "Mum," I laughed "no-one from school would recognise you in that get-up
if they had a photo of you in their hands.  It's just that, oh hell, why
not if that's what you want."

   "I think so." she grinned.

   How the hell could I tell her that you only took a date to Pointers if
she was a sure bet, you went there to show her off, to let the lads drool
and to show them how hot she was.  There wasn't a lot of dancing done, most
of the time was spent groping your date, snogging and winking meaningfully
at your mates, so far I had never taken a girl there although I had gone
there alone and had seen some of the antics, the more daring the 'show' the
greater the prestige was the rule.  Mum had to know this and taking a deep
breath I tried to put my thoughts into words, she smiled and nodded and I
could see that she understood what I was getting at, but it seemed that she
didn't mind one bit.

   "Let's see what happens shall we." mum grinned "And I don't suppose it
would be a good idea to call me 'mum', use my name."

   "Okay Candy," I grinned "but don't say I didn't warn you."

   "I can hear them now," mum laughed "'there goes Paul with randy Candy,
the lucky bugger', they'll be green."

   "You are incorrigible." I laughed "Come on, let's go if we are going."

   So we went, the disco wasn't far from the house so we walked, the night
air was cool and my mother wandered along with her small coat draped over
her arm.

   "The cold will make my nipples perk up," she explained with a saucy
laugh "it will make them think you've been getting me going."

   I was quickly learning that my mother had a dirty mind, it was the first
time I'd seen this side of her although she had always laughed and joked
about the topic of sex this was something different, almost flirtatious. 
Grinning at my own thoughts I took her arm in mine and led the way to the
disco, as we drew near the place, mum took my arm and put it around her
waist just below the level of her boobs.  Putting her arm around me she let
me take her into the disco, we were barely through the door when I felt
eyes turning our way, to one side of the entrance I saw a group of boys
from my school, I knew them only by sight, but they had a reputation with
the girls.  Now their eyes were bulging as they stared at me and my mother,
but of course they didn't know it was my mother, they thought that I had
brought a hot little number and they were determined to poach her.  No
sooner had I gone to the bar for some drinks than they moved in on her,
from the bar I watched them chatting her up and grinned, as I returned with
the drinks I heard part of their conversation.

   "If you come along with us we can show you a better time than that
jerk." one of them said cockily.

   "I doubt that," mum replied with a wry grin "Paul makes me feel so hot
that my cunt burns.  Why should I go with boys when I have a real man, I do
whatever he wants, any time, any place."

   The emphasise she had put on the word 'man' left them in no doubt that I
had something they didn't, the gorgeous bird in front of them for one
thing, defeated and spotting my return they retreated into the crowd.

   "'Real man' indeed." I laughed, "They will be watching for a show to
match your words, boy will they be disappointed."

   "You heard then." she grinned.

   "Just a part of it." I answered with a smile "Look around Candy, this
lot is nothing to what that mob will be expecting to see after that crack
about time and place."

   "And I suppose that if they don't see it you'll get ribbed." mum
grinned.

   "Putting it mildly, yes." I sighed as I thought of the comments I'd be
hearing on Monday morning.

   "So let's not disappoint them," mum laughed, "let's give them a show to
make their toes curl."

   It was a tempting idea, but the sort of thing she was talking about was
not the sort of thing mothers and sons did together and I said so.

   "But tonight I'm not your mother." she laughed in reply "I'm a sexy
baggage you control completely, at least that's how it's supposed to seem,
so let's act the part."

   "Okay," I grinned after a moment of thought "let's act it.  So drink up
and let's 'dance'."

   We drank up and put the glasses down on the nearest table, putting my
arm around my mother's waist I steered her towards the centre of action,
the dance floor, as we walked I saw the mob from my school watching us. 
Grinning at my mother I let my hand slide up a little until it was cupping
her boob, she glanced at me, glanced across the room where the mob were and
looked back at me.  She laughed and wriggled her boob against my hand, out
of the corner of my eye I saw the mob staring at us wide eyed, their eyes
followed us as we started dancing to the slow beat Pointers always played.
With my mother pressed close to me I felt strangely excited, mentally
chiding myself I took a deep breath in an effort to still my rising
excitement.

   "The mob's watching." mum whispered in my ear as she pretended to nuzzle
it "How about sliding your hands down to my bum."

   Without replying I did as she asked, the feel of her dress sliding
against the palms of my hands adding to the excitement I had been trying to
still, then my hands were on her buttocks, she pushed her backside against
my hands and I grinned at her.  Still 'nuzzling' my ears my mother watched
the mob as we danced, she laughed quietly in my ear.

   "We're getting them Paul," she whispered laughingly "a little more and
they'll wet themselves.  Give my bum a squeeze when I say now."

   A few seconds later she whispered 'now' and I gave her backside a good
squeeze.

   "Mmm," she murmured, "you should have seen their faces.  Slip your hands
under my dress, quickly, while your back is to them."

   It felt strange sliding my hands onto her skimpy panties, strange and
nice, as we turned mum sighed then giggled, daring a glance over her
shoulder I saw the mob watching us goggled eyed.  I knew we were getting to
them and I knew how to blow their minds, there was no way to warn my mother
of it, but I decided to do it anyway and hoped she'd get the idea. 
Slipping my hands into her panties I stroked her naked backside, her flesh
felt warm and soft under my hands, despite the fact that I was supposed to
be fooling the mob from my school I felt a tingle of excitement as my hands
slid over her skin.

   "Mmm, that's it," mum whispered in my ear "you've almost got them.  It
just needs something more and they'll cum in their pants."

   Inside me something woke, it was a daring I never knew that I had,
thrilling at the thoughts that blossomed in my mind I turned my head so
that I was looking in my mother's eyes and leant my head towards her as
though to kiss her.

   "Hitch your dress enough to show off your panties." I whispered with my
lips almost on hers.

   "You'd better make it really look as though we're kissing while I do
it." She whispered back.

   Our lips could not have been closer together without touching, gently I
closed that minute gap, mum seemed to melt against me, she wriggled and I
felt the hem of her dress rise on my wrists.  Parting our lips I whispered
to her to lift it a bit more, she wriggle again and I felt the material
rise again.

   "That's fine." I breathed, "I'm going to..."

   "Don't tell me, just do it." She murmured, "My reaction will be more
natural that way."

   "Okay." I grinned.

   I turned us so that her back was to the boys from my school, from under
hooded eyelids I saw them gape at the sight of my mother's panties with my
hands inside them, suppressing a grin I pulled one of my hands free and
slid it to the gusset of the panties.  With a finger I pushed the damp
material to one side, which revealed my mother's pussy lips to anyone in
the right position to see, the mob scrambled to get a better view as I
slipped a finger along her slit.  The moist warmth of her pussy sent a
thrill through me and my touches made my mother gasp.

   "Should I stop?" I whispered.

   "No," she breathed "I can see them in the mirror, one of them has wet
himself already."

   "Let's finish them then." I said.

   Sliding my finger back along her slit I let it slip into her hole to the
knuckle, my mother gasped and shuddered; over her shoulder I saw the mob
cum in their pants at the sight and decided that enough was enough. 
Removing my finger I let my mother's dress slide back into place, put my
arm around her waist and led her from the dance floor, we claimed our coats
and went out into the cool night air.

   "God their faces!" mum roared with laughter.

   "They were a picture." I laughed.

   "Their eyes literally bulged when you stuck your finger up my fanny."
mum laughed "What a brilliant idea."

   Brilliant, maybe, maybe not.  Exciting, definitely!  I could still feel
the heat of her pussy on my finger and the stickiness of her juices
reminded me of the feel of her.  With difficulty I put the memory aside and
looked at my mother, she grinned, which reminded me that I still had my arm
around her waist, my hand on her boob.  As I went to move my hand my mother
looked disappointed, grinning I squeezed her tit, her eyes lit up and her
smile became wider.

   "Do we have to go straight home?" mum asked, "I fancy a walk."

   Laughing I changed the direction we were walking, soon we arrived at the
park we had walked through earlier, along the paths dim lights were widely
spaced, shadows ruled as we walked through the entrance.  Above stars
twinkled in the clear night air, mum sighed, moved my arm and pulled off
her coat, pulling my arm back around her she placed my hand back where it
had been, on her tit.  In silence we walked along one of the paths, gently
I squeezed her tit and her head turned face me, she smiled and I stopped
walking, turned her towards me, she moved without resistance.  Something
electric seemed to pass between us, raising both hands I closed them on my
mother's boobs, her eyes went wide and her lips curved even more, gently I
squeezed her firm mounds, her nipples pressing into my palms.  It was as
though something inside me was continually daring me to take things one
step further, for a while I played with mums boobs over her dress, pulling
her to me I put my hands behind her back and pulled the zip of the dress
half way down.  Stepping back a little I reached out and pulled the
material down, my mother looked at me with excited eyes as her dress slid
down over her boobs, down her arms and hung around her waist, her bra
contrasted sharply with the pale colour of her skin as I gazed at her. 
Reaching up I played with her boobs again, the silky feel of her bra and
the distinct outline of her nipples arousing me even more, and mum sighed
as I tweaked her nipples through the material.  I smiled at my mother,
prepared to reach behind her to open the clasp of the bra, an idea came to
me, and I acted on it without thought.

   "Take off your bra." I whispered.

   "Yes Paul." my mother breathed.

   Reaching behind her she undid the bra and slipped it down her arms, with
bated breath I stared at her naked tits, reaching out I stroked their warm
flesh and teased her nipples.  Mum gasped, her eyes half closing as I
squeezed her nipples, I was amazed that she did not stop me, did not resist
me in any way, stimulated by this I became even more daring, even more in
control of the situation.

   "Take off your panties." I said quietly.

   She reached under her dress and with a few wriggles removed her panties,
holding them out to me she smiled almost shyly, yet in her eyes was a wild
excitement that drove me even further, taking the panties and the bra I put
them in my pockets.

   "Now the dress." I said.

   Without hesitation she reached behind her and opened the zip the rest of
the way, the dress fell to the path and she stepped out of it, bending down
she picked it up and handed it to me.  We were near one of the lights and I
was able to see her body quite clearly, I passed my eyes over her and
memorised each curve in passing, my mother stood still under my inspection
only a slight tremble betraying her excitement.  I saw goose-bumps rising
on her skin as the seconds passed and realised that she was getting cold
standing around, with her dress draped over one arm I passed the other
around her and drew her to me.  Our lips met and she hummed with enjoyment,
it was the clearest green light anyone could hope for, her earlier words to
the boys from my school came back to me as I parted our lips 'whatever he
wants, any time, any place'.  An urge to have her fulfil those words rose
up in me as I set us in motion along the path towards the gate, near the
gate I had her put on her coat, under it she was naked except for a pair of
stockings and they merely accented her nudity.  Walking slowly I took us
home, along the way we saw the mob from my school, they saw us at the same
time, grinning at them I watched them stop and let us draw closer.

   "Any time, any place," I grinned "whatever I want."

   They gaped at me and I decided to have one last laugh on them.

   "Show them Candy." I said.

   My mother never faltered, opening her coat and holding it wide she
turned to face the boys, their jaws dropped even further at the sight of
her, I let them stare for a couple of seconds then told my mother to close
her coat.  Without another word I guided her on our way leaving the boys
speechless and creaming their pants for the second time that night.  As
soon as we were out of sight and earshot of them my mother laughed, I
grinned at her and opened my mouth to apologise for what I had made her do,
then it hit me that I had not made her do anything, all I had done was
instruct her, the decision to follow my instruction had been hers.  It was
a thrill to realise that my own mother was willing to obey me, but how far
would she really let me go?  I had the urge to test this to the limits as
soon as we were home, speeding up I hurried our arrival.

   "Hang up your coat and go into the living room." I said as the door
closed behind us.

   She hung up her coat and I watched the erotic sway of her backside as
she went into the living room, draping her dress, bra and panties over the
coat rack I took off my clothes, all except my underpants, before following
my mother into the living room.  As I entered the room she turned to face
me, her eyes widened at the sight of my near nudity, I saw her tongue flick
across her lips and wondered if it was nervousness or excitement that made
her do this, I would soon find out.  Crossing the room to the drinks table
I poured us both a good stiff drink, my mother took the glass I held out to
her and drained it in one swift gulp, smiling I took the glass from her and
put it on the table, sipping my drink I looked at my mother in the full
glare of the living room light.  When my glass was empty I put it on the
table and crossed the room to the couch, my mother turned so that she was
constantly facing me, it was as though she was waiting for my next command.

   "You told me once" I said quietly "that one of the men over the back was
a peeping tom.  Does he still live in the same place and does he still
peep?"

   "Yes and yes." she breathed.

   "Which window in the house can he see most clearly?" I asked.

   "The patio window," she breathed, "I saw him watching it last night."

   Where I sat on the couch I couldn't be seen through the patio window,
smiling I asked my mother to peek through the curtains and see if she could
spot him peeping.

   "He's there." she breathed, "His telescope is turning this way."

   "Open the curtains." I said.

   There was no hesitation in her movements, opening the curtains fully she
stood at the centre of the patio window and gave a quiet commentary on the
motion of the man's telescope.

   "He's seen me." she breathed, "The telescope has stopped moving."

   "Give him a show," I commanded "bring yourself to a climax."

   "Yes Paul." she responded as she began to move her hands over her body.

   I sat back and watched my mother masturbate in front of the window, my
cock slowly rising as she probed her pussy and teased her nipples, by the
time she had climaxed I had an erection like none I'd had before.  At my
command my mother closed the curtains and turned to face me, I signalled
her to come closer and as soon as I could reach her I stretched out a hand
and stroked her pussy.

   "Open your legs." I said "Open them wide."

   She did as I instructed and her pussy was fully exposed to my lustful
gaze, I ran a finger over her pink flesh until I reached her clit, gently I
rubbed her clit and mum groaned with pleasure.  Before long she was
gasping, hers knees trembled, but she held her position as I brought her to
a climax by playing with her clit.  My mother was still shaking when I
turned my attention to her hole, slowly I slid two fingers into her; she
bit back a cry and thrust down onto my hand as another climax ran through
her.  Watching her eyes for the first sign of panic I finger fucked her
until she had come twice more, only then did I stand up and take off my
underpants, she looked down at my erection and her eyes glowed.  It was an
amazing turn on to see my mother lusting after my cock, it was even more
amazing knowing that I was in control of the situation, grinning I
commanded her to lie down and hold her legs to her shoulders, she assumed
the position without batting an eyelid.  For a moment I looked down at her
exposed pussy then I knelt and moved my tongue over the areas my fingers
had so recently been, her juices tasting like the finest wine as they
trickled onto my tongue, it wasn't long before she was gasping in climax.
Kneeling up I moved closer to her, her eyes were locked on my cock as it
drew nearer to her pussy, if she were going to stop me now was the time,
but my cock touched her pussy without a protest from my mother.  Made even
more daring by this I pressed my cock to her hole and felt it slip into
her, sighing my mother squirmed then, at my order, remained still as I
penetrated her slowly so that I could savour every moment.  With long, even
strokes I began to fuck my mother, in her eyes I could see nothing but lust
and subservience, at the knowledge that she was totally under my control I
began to thrust harder and faster until at last I felt the aching tension
of my balls explode and my seed flooded into her depths.  Beneath me my
mother writhed as I came inside her, her voice rising in a cry of wild
abandon as she had another orgasm, her eyes closed and her pussy clenched
around my cock, but she still held her legs at her shoulders as I had
instructed.  After a few more thrusts I pulled my glistening cock from her
and had her lick it clean, the thrill of watching and feeling her tongue on
my flesh sent a flush of ecstasy through me.

   "Suck me off randy Candy." I laughed.

   She grinned up at me and took my cock in her mouth, the sensation was
stunning; with steady movements my mother bobbed her head up and down, her
lips and tongue sliding on my erection as she sucked.  Once again I felt
the explosion of my seed rising to erupt in a hot stream of stickiness into
her mouth, gulping my mother swallowed the lot and continued to suck on me.
Ordering her to stop I had her sit beside me on the couch, putting an arm
around her shoulders I cuddled her to me.

   "Why are you letting me do this mum?" I asked.

   For the first time that evening she hesitated, she looked down at the
floor and replied in a low voice.

   "Didn't you like it?" she asked.

   "I loved it." I laughed "But why did you do it?"

   "Paul," she replied raising her head to look me in the eyes "I have a
need to be dominated if I want to get any satisfaction out of sex.  Before
your father came along I had any number of men friends, all of them gave me
what I needed for a while then became disgusted with me and tossed me
aside. Then your father came along, he had the opposite need, he had to be
dominant and it was love at first fuck.  Part of the reason that I withdrew
so much after he died was the knowledge that I was back to square one where
sex was concerned and I didn't want to go through that again.  Tonight, on
the dance floor, you seemed to take over, it turned me on; I couldn't do
anything else but submit to you.  Later, in the park, you became even more
dominant and I became even more randy, when you had me show my body to
those boys I nearly climaxed.  The reason the peeper is always watching the
patio window is that your father would have me bring myself off for him
from time to time, the humiliation always made my orgasm immense and
tonight was no different."

   With a shock I realised that deep down inside I did feel the need to
dominate, I had obviously inherited this trait from my father and now my
own mother was ready to obey my every whim because of it, my cock shot back
to full erection as a result of this thought.  My mother hadn't finished
though, in a quiet voice she continued.

   "Shortly before he died your father brought home a girl about your age,"
mum sighed, "she was exactly like me, she could only get off if she was
totally dominated, humiliated and used.  I liked her, she liked me,
together we did everything your father told us to do, and then he died. 
She's in the same position I am in, either we somehow find a man to
dominate us or we end up being used once and tossed aside.  I'd like to
bring her here so that you can dominate her as well."

   My cock, already poker stiff, somehow got even harder at the idea of
dominating two women, lifting my mother onto my cock I fucked her as I gave
her an answer.

   "Tomorrow you will ask her to move in with us," I breathed in her ear
"tonight I want you to fuck me in every position you know then bring
yourself off in front of the window again."

   "Yes Paul." my mother sighed happily as she thrust down on my cock.

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