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Subject: {ASSM} Rescuing Mother (M+/F, m/F, inc, mc, nc)
Date: Sun, 29 Jun 2003 17:10:02 -0400
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Rescuing Mother
By Scorpio00155(c)

"Hey mum," I called down the stairs, "have you seen..."

"Not now Luke," she called back, her voice sounding tense, "I have
some-one with me."

Muttering to myself I headed downstairs to search for my tape
recorder, I was sure I'd left it in the living room so I made that my
first stop. As I entered the room I saw my mother sitting on the sofa
with a strange man next to her, something about him put my back up
immediately and my mother's reaction only added to my instant dislike
of him.

"Luke, please," she almost snapped as I entered, "go elsewhere for
now, can't you see I have a guest."

Raising an eyebrow I retreated to my room wondering just who the hell
the guy was and why my mother didn't want me to see him; not that he
was much to look at, short, dark, greasy and ugly was the impression I
had got of him. Since I couldn't go searching for my recorder I
decided to get myself ready to go out for my birthday treat, my mother
was taking me to see a film then on to a restaurant for a meal. I was
looking forward to the evening, but at the same time I felt it
wouldn't be the same without dad, he'd died almost a year ago to the
day and at 15 I really missed him being around. My mother had done
what she could to fill both parental roles, but there was stuff I felt
I couldn't talk to her about, sex being the top of the list.

About forty minutes later I heard my mother's bedroom door close quite
loudly, I guessed that her visitor had gone and I slipped down to the
living room to find my recorder before we went out. Scratching my head
I looked around the living room then grinned as I spotted the machine
lurking under the coffee table in front of the sofa. Retrieving it I
looked at the tape and my grin grew broader, the recorder was one of
those that had a sound activation system and it had obviously been
activated since almost all the tape was used up. Although I hadn't
planned for my mother's conversation to be recorded I was not going to
be all noble and not listen to whatever was now on the tape, my
curiosity about the stranger and my mother's mood was too great for me
not to listen. Only that would have to wait, I could hear my mother
coming downstairs and she seemed in a rush, which puzzled me a little
since we had a least an hour to go before the film we were going to
started.

"There you are." My mother said as she entered the room.

I was even more puzzled by her appearance; she had a coat on as though
ready to go out, her face was made up more heavily than I had ever
seen it before and she was wearing her highest heels. Not that I let
my puzzlement stop me giving my mother my usual eyeballing, I loved my
mother and I also lusted after her, which I guess is normal for male
teens. Seeing her made up as she was with those heels and what looked
like stockings encasing her legs fuelled my imagination and sent me
into a daydream of what was under the coat and how I'd take it off
her.

"Luke," she said drawing me away from my lustful thoughts, "I'm sorry
darling, but tonight is off, something's come up and I have to go
out."

"What!" I gaped at her, "But mum...!"

"I'm sorry Luke, we'll just have to go another day." She cut across my
shocked protest, her voice sounding strange, "I won't be back until
late so don't wait up for me okay."

"But mum," I protested, "it's my birthday! You promised we'd..."

"Luke," she said sharply before I could finish, "I can't put this off,
we'll go out another night, I promise."

"Yeah right, just like you promised we'd go out tonight!" I snapped as
I retreated to my room.

I regretted my words as soon as they were out of my mouth, but hell, I
was pissed, I'd been looking forward to our night out eagerly for over
a week and now, just like that, it was off. Yeah I was pissed, but at
the same time I had the feeling that my mother's sudden change of
plans had something to do with the mysterious visitor she'd had.
Sitting on my bed sulking I half expected my mother to come upstairs
to at least say goodnight, instead I heard the front door close and my
anger faded to bewilderment, she never left the house without at least
a goodbye to me.

It was five minutes later that I remembered the tape recorder I was
still holding, rewinding the tape I hesitated a moment before pressing
the play button.

"...doing here?" my mother's voice came from the speaker; it sounded
stiff and nervous.

"Can't I visit an old friend Ruth?" I heard the strange man's voice
reply.

"Friends, Marcus?" my mother's voice retorted, "Is that what you
called it, friendship?"

"True, it was a more ... intimate ... thing we had together." The man
replied

"So what is it you want Marcus?" my mother asked, "And how did you
find me anyway?"

"I never 'lost' you Ruthie," his voice held a smirk in it's tone, "I
always keep track of my ... pets. As for what I want, I need a hostess
for tonight..."

"NO!" my mother's voice almost shouted across him, "I want nothing to
do with you Marcus, I escaped from you sixteen years ago, you can't
believe I'd ever go back to that again!"

The man's laughter sounded cruel as it rattled from the small speaker
of the tape recorder. I continued listening in bewilderment; none of
the conversation was making any sense to me so far.

"You think you escaped?" he was chuckling, "Poor girl, I let you run
loose for a while. You have always been mine, always will be."

"NO!" my mother retorted, though her voice held a little uncertainty,
"No, I'm free of you..."

"Slut-bitch-whore." The man almost seemed to whisper.

 From the speaker I heard my mother give a gasp then a sob, then
silence.

"What the fuck?" I muttered.

"You see Ruth," the man's voice suddenly sounding from the speaker
again made me jump, "you've never been 'free', I could have come for
you at any time I chose, I merely allowed you the illusion of
freedom."

There was no reply and I wondered just what the hell was going on,
whatever it was didn't sound good.

"Nothing to say Ruth?" the man's voice laughed, "No protests? No
pleas?"

"No ... Master." I heard my mother's voice reply softly.

My eyebrows nearly shot to the back of my neck at her reply, her voice
had sounded meek and defeated, in disbelieve I rewound the tape a
little and listened to her say the words 'No ... Master' again. From
the tape the man's laughter sounded cruel and evil, a shiver ran down
my spine at the sound of it.

"It's been a long time since I felt those soft lips of yours on my
cock my little slut," he laughed, "come, take my cock out and suck it
as you used to."

"Yes ... Master." I heard my mother's voice respond meekly.

The next sounds from the tape were indistinct, but they seemed to be
the sounds of someone getting off the sofa, a zip opening and then
there was a sigh from the man and a soft sort of slurping noise. In
confusion I kept listening, it was as the sound of my mother breathing
heavily and sighing came from the speaker that it dawned on me that I
was listening to her obeying his command to suck his cock! Gasping in
shock I stopped the tape and stared at it while I tried to sort out
what I'd heard so far in my mind. It was impossible, unbelievable, but
everything seemed to point to this man from my mother's past being in
control of her, her 'Master', which made her his ...

"Slave!" I gasped aloud in astonishment.

Turning the tape back on I listened to the sounds of my mother
pleasuring the man she called Master, heard him commenting on how good
she was and her pausing to thank him for his compliment before going
back to sucking him off! I listened while he came and my mother
groaned in what seemed to be pleasure with him commanding her to
swallow all his cum, to lick his cock clean then put it away for him.
I listened in stunned disbelieve to my mother thank him for letting
her suck him off, then beg him to use her as he wished.

"Shit!" I cursed in incredulity.

My cock suddenly made it's presence known by throbbing, stunned I
stared at my groin and the bulge in my trousers, listening to my
mother servicing the man Marcus had really turned me on.

"Perhaps later." I heard the man respond to her plea for him to use
her, "For now let's concentrate on why I came. I need a hostess for
tonight. I have chosen you. You will come to the Landsdowne Hotel at
four, I am in the penthouse suite and the liftboy will expect you.
Dress in your maids outfit, I assume you still have it."

"I have it Master." I heard my mother respond.

"Good," his voice sounded victorious, "then you will come in that,
don't bother with a bra or panties they will just be a waste of time.
Stockings, high heels and your sluttish make-up will complete the
ensemble. You may wear a coat to get to the hotel, but you will remove
it on the way up in the lift, if the liftboy wants to sample you he
may. Understand all this my little whore?"

"Yes Master." I heard my mother respond with a catch in her voice.

This Marcus must have seen something in her face or eyes because his
next words from the speaker were 'Speak slut.'

"Master," my mother's voice said, "it's my son's birthday today, I
promised him that we'd go out tonight, can't..."

"Silence!" He snapped, "I don't care what day it is, your only concern
is to please me or anyone who knows your key."

"Yes Master," my mother responded meekly, "but what do I..."

"I don't care what you tell him," the man said sharply, "just be at
the penthouse suite at four. Is that clear slut?"

"Yes Master," my mother responded instantly, "I will be there as you
command."

"Welcome back to the stable." I heard the man laugh.

 From the tape there came the sound of movement then the living room
door opening, then silence for a few moments and then the living room
door closing again.

"Oh God!" my mother's sob from the speaker was heart wrenching.

I turned the tape off to the sound of my mother crying and stared at
the machine as though it were a poisonous snake. Though I didn't
really understand everything that I had heard I had worked out that
somehow the man Marcus had a hold on my mother that made her obey his
every word, that it was his order to her to be at a hotel dressed as a
maid without underwear that had caused her to cancel out night out.
Then I felt my cock twitch in my pants again as I realised what my
mother would be doing at the hotel that night, the thought of Marcus
and his guests using my mother's body to slake their lusts both
excited and sickened me.

"What the hell do I do?" I asked the empty room.

Had my father been alive I could have turned to him, but that wasn't
possible and I knew that calling the police would be a waste of time,
to all outward appearance my mother was in that hotel suite willingly.
Though I had friends, none of them would be any wiser about what to do
than I was, whatever I was going to do I would have to do on my own.
Only what the hell could I do?

"Oh shit!" I swore as it dawned on me that I couldn't do anything to
help my mother that night, then a thought came to me, "The hotel ... I
can go to the hotel. Maybe I'll figure out what to do once I get
there."

It was almost six by the time I left the house, already I knew I was
too late for my mother, she'd been at the hotel for nearly two hours
and I didn't see any man in his right mind keeping their hands off her
for long, especially when she was dressed for their pleasure. It took
me forty-five minutes to get to the hotel by bus, every moment that
passed I cursed under my breath, and my heart was sinking with the
thoughts of what my mother would be enduring even while my cock grew
harder at the very same thoughts. When I got to the Landsdowne Hotel I
dithered about outside trying to figure out how to get past the
uniformed flunky on the door.

"Nothing like the direct approach." I muttered to myself after ten
minutes of fruitless pacing.

Walking to the main doors I went to go inside and the flunky was
suddenly in my way.

"Where do you think you are going?" he asked aggressively.

"Uh ... inside." I replied hesitantly.

"I don't think so." He said, "Beat it kid."

"But..." I started to protest.

"You aren't a guest here," the flunky almost snarled, "nor are you
expected by any of the guests. We don't want brats wandering around
annoying the patrons. Now beat it!"

Defeated I turned away, looking up to the roof of the hotel I tried
not to think of what was happening in the Penthouse, but visions of my
mother being fucked by groups of men popped into my mind making my
heart chill and my stupid cock twitch. Turning a corner I stopped then
poked my head around the corner and watched the hotel entrance and the
flunky guarding it, I was almost hopping from foot to foot as I
anxiously waited for an opportunity to slip past the doorman. All the
while I was conscious of what was likely to be happening in the
Penthouse and I started to curse under my breath as the time passed.

Then, just as I was thinking I would never get inside, a large
limousine stopped at the entrance to the hotel, whoever was in the car
must have been high on the VIP list because the flunky was instantly
at the car opening the door for the occupant then going to the rear of
the car with the driver. Taking one deep breath I ran to the entrance
and inside, skidding to a halt as I entered the foyer, no shouts
greeted my entrance. By sheer chance I had hit a busy period, no-one
even noticed my hurried arrival. One look told me I would not be going
up in the lifts, all of them had uniformed flunkies in them and I had
no doubt that like the doorman they would question my presence in the
hotel. Turning to the stairs I sidled over to them then almost slunk
up the first flight until I was out of sight of the foyer.

Ten flights of stairs later I panted my way into the hallway that led
to the Penthouse suite, pausing for breath I looked around trying to
figure out what to do next. Behind me were the stairs, to my left was
a single lift door, ahead of me was a panoramic window and to my right
were three doors, one of which was the entrance to the suite.

"I wonder where the other two go?" I puffed as I started along the
hallway.

The first door went nowhere; it was nothing more than a broom cupboard
filled with mops, buckets and other sundry cleaning materials. Almost
tiptoeing past the ornate doorway that led into the suite I approached
the only other door at the far end of the hallway.

"Fuck it!" I swore softly when I found that it was locked.

A 'ting' from the lift sent my heart into my throat, someone was
coming! Like a greyhound I raced back down the hallway to the broom
cupboard, the lift doors opening even as I slipped inside and
partially closed the door. Peering through the crack of the part open
door I watched as a fully laden trolley was pushed from the lift to
the far door, at least I now knew that the door led into the suite.
About two minutes later the waiter reappeared pushing an empty
trolley, he went into the lift and the doors closed, even before they
had fully shut I was running along the hallway to the fast closing
third door. I heaved a sigh of relief as I got to the door just in
time to stop it automatically closing and locking, slipping inside I
blinked at the sudden low light level.

I found myself in a short, dimly lit passageway with only one door
ahead of me, light spilling out around it's edges, not having much
choice of directions to go I headed for the door. As I got closer to
it I heard the sound of laughter and voices, cautiously I opened the
door and peered into the room beyond, the sound of voices growing
louder as I looked at the empty kitchenette revealed to me. Slipping
inside I crept towards the source of the noises; there was no sign of
the trolley the waiter had brought in so I guessed that the occupants
of the suite had taken it from the kitchenette into the main part of
the suite. This being the case it was unlikely that anyone would be
coming through the door I had my back pressed to as I peered through
the large glass doored serving hatch into the room beyond.

What I saw made my heart almost stop, the room held seven men, one of
whom I knew had to be the man Marcus that had come to our house
earlier that day. All the men were naked from the waist down with a
few completely nude, five of the men were standing or sitting around
the room laughing and making comments about the trio of people at the
centre of the room. I gasped and had to bite back a cry when I saw
what they were all laughing about, there was one man harshly
deep-throat fucking the mouth of a woman while another was doing the
same to her arse. The woman was wearing a small black maids outfit
that was rucked around her waist, her bare boobs dangling and bouncing
to the motion of the men fucking her, her shoulder length brown hair
almost plastered to her neck and face by sweat and what I could only
guess was spunk. Her hands were handcuffed behind her back, but her
voice, what could be heard past the cock deep in her throat, was
rising and falling in sounds of pleasure.

"Oh God," I breathed unable to tear my eyes from the scene, "mum!"

The woman was indeed my mother and from what I could see she had been
the sexual plaything of this group of men for hours. Even as I watched
the man in her arse was pushing into her and I knew he was filling her
back passage with even more spunk, after a few thrusts the man pulled
away from my mother, took a drink from a nearby table and sat himself
down laughing about how good the 'whore' was. Barely had he got seated
when another man was in his place, this one shoved his cock into my
mother's pussy and I gaped in awe as she pushed back to greet his
invasion of her. Despite all the appearances that my mother was loving
what was being done to her by this group of men I had heard her
despairing sob on the tape and knew that somewhere deep down she was
crying at what was happening to her. The man in her mouth came with a
thrust and groan, I saw my mother's throat moving as she swallowed his
sperm, then he moved away from her and I heard my mother breathlessly
begging for more!

With an effort I tore my eyes away from the sight of my mother being
fucked and looked around the kitchenette in desperation, my eyes
suddenly came to rest on a fire alarm.

"Right you fuckers!" I muttered as I crawled across the room to the
alarm.

Keeping half an eye on the men I rose up, set off the alarm and ducked
back down out of sight. All over the hotel alarm bells and klaxons
went off, I grinned at the cursing and swearing that came from the
other room. Poking my head up over the work surface I grinned at the
sight of seven men running around in panic trying to find their own
trousers, my grin turned to a frown at the sight of my mother kneeling
at the centre of the room, her face and body covered in spunk, her
hands cuffed behind her back panting as she looked bleary eyed at the
rushing men. Almost as an after thought one of the men that I
recognised as being the one I had met that afternoon went over to her,
he fumbled with the cuffs and then her hands were free, he said
something to her and she nodded weakly. I saw her go to a coat stand
and retrieve her coat then move towards the man Marcus who was
standing at the now open door, all the others had left and I decided
it was time I did the same too.

"... be here tomorrow at four," I heard the voice from the tape saying
as I eased the door open a little, "there will be ten of us tomorrow
so be rested my little whore."

"Yes Master." I heard my mother respond with a trembling voice.

"In the meantime," Marcus continued, "you will walk home, if anyone
fancies a little fun with you along the way you will of course oblige
them like the good little slut you are."

"Yes Master." My mother agreed in a low voice full of weariness and
defeat.

I waited all of thirty seconds after they had left to get the hell out
of the place, muttering dark curses under my breath I followed Marcus
and my mother down the stairs. As soon as I had heard his instructions
to my mother I had decided that she would not walk home alone, I had
no intention of letting her know I was there, nor did I have any idea
what I could do if someone did come on to her, but I was going to be
there for her nevertheless. Cautiously I slipped out of the hotel
while keeping my mother in sight, she and Marcus parted company at the
edge of the crowd that was looking at the hotel for some sign of the
fire that had caused the alarm. Grinning mirthlessly I slipped away
after my mother, from a distance of about a hundred feet I watched my
mother as she walked along the dark and, thankfully, deserted streets
towards our home.

"Hey honey, how about a good time?" a drunken voice from the darkness
made me jump.

As my mother stopped under a lone streetlight and turned to the sound
of the voice I slunk back into the shadows of a shop doorway. Out of
the darkness staggered a slob of a man, he was obviously drunk from
the way he could barely keep his footing, staggering over to my mother
I heard him giggle.

"Well honey," he chuckled, "what about it? Or are you too fucked out?"

I bit back a gasp as I saw my mother smile at this drunken slob.

"What would you like, a blowjob? A fuck? To bugger me?"

"Jeeessuss!" The man gasped at her reply, "Oh man, all three will do
me! How much?"

"Nothing." My mother smiled as she opened her coat to reveal her cum
stained maids outfit.

"For free?" the man chuckled, "Oh shit I have to have some of that for
sure! Come on honey, I know a place we won't be disturbed and lots of
light so I can see you good."

I followed with a sinking heart as the man led my mother off in the
direction of an industrial estate, if he went into one of the
buildings I knew I might not be able to follow and that worried me. A
few minutes later he had reached what was obviously his goal, it was a
loading bay for one of the buildings, the place was lit up as bright
as day, yet the building looked as though it was locked tight.
Glancing around I saw no signs of security cameras, though I did see
something else that made my heart sink even further even as my cock
got even harder.

"Hey Rod, watcha doin'?" another drunken voice asked as two other men
joined the man with my mother.

"Watcha think," the one called Rod answered with a drunken chuckle, "I
got me a nice little slut and she's givin' out freebies."

"Fuck! No shit?" the third man exclaimed.

"No shit." The one called Rod laughed.

"Hey bitch," the second man said to my mother, "you gonna give us some
too?"

"If you want." My mother smiled at him.

I felt my fingernails digging into the palms of my hands as I watched
events unfold helpless to do anything to stop what was happening.

"I'm gonna fuck the arse off the whore!" the third man declared, "Come
on slut, let's get a look at you."

Smiling my mother took off her coat and placed it on the loading bay
behind her, next she slipped off the maids outfit and stood there
wearing only a garter belt, stockings and high heels while the three
drunks ogled her naked body. From my place of concealment I was also
ogling my mother's body, but while half of me was getting it's
perverse jollies seeing what was happening to my mother the other half
was desperately trying to figure out a way to end the event before it
started. There was nothing I could do alone against these men, there
were no convenient fire alarms I could set off, there was nothing at
all that I could see or think of to stop what was about to happen.

"Oh shit," one of the men said as he loosened his trousers, "this slut
is really askin' to be fucked an' I'm gonna oblige her!"

His words seemed to spur the other two to action as well; in moments
all three of them were bare from the waist down and moving in on my
mother calling her all sorts of filthy names.

"Bet you love it rough dontcha slut." The one called Rod smirked as he
stood in front of my other.

"I love whatever you want." My mother replied smiling at him.

"Well girlie," he grinned at her, "I like it rough, turn around and
let's see that bum of yours."

I felt tears of anger running down my cheeks as I watched my mother
obey his command, her sudden yelp as Rod slapped her across the rump
hard made me bite my lip in shame that I could do nothing to help my
own mother.

"Oh yes, again, please, again." I heard my mother pleading.

"Oh fuck," the second man laughed, "this is gonna be great!"

I couldn't tear my eyes away as I watched the three of them start to
beat my mother's arse, spanking her and calling her all the names
under the sun and she just took it and begged for more. They spun her
around and one of the men roughly tugged at her nipples making my
mother cry out in pain, but even then she just asked them for more. My
whole mind went numb at the sight of my mother accepting anything and
everything these men did to her while begging them to do even more to
her! I think I must have been in shock for a while, even though I
could see everything that was happening to my mother and hear every
sound they made I could not believe it was really happening, not to my
mother. Yet it was, and when my stunned brain finally accepted that
this was no dream I growled deep in my throat in rage.

At the loading bay the three men had started to fuck my mother, the
one called Rod lying under her using her coat to stop himself getting
dirty, his cock thrusting up into my mother's pussy brutally. The
second man was raping her arse without mercy, fucking her and slapping
at her buttocks as he did so. Meanwhile the third man was taking her
in the mouth, his hands holding her head still while he thrust in and
out without any concern for her at all. The sight of what they were
doing to my mother sent my rage boiling over and I think I went a
little berserk.

The next few minutes were a little hazy; it was like seeing bits and
pieces of a movie rather than the whole thing. <Flash> I was running
at the group <flash> the one in her arse was screaming and falling
away from her clutching his groin <flash> the man under my mother
grasping his crushed nuts as my foot slammed into them <flash> the
third man screaming in fear and running away into the darkness.
<Flash> the one called Rod groaning as I rolled him off my mother's
coat and covered her with it. <Flash> my mother sobbing and leaning
against me, her face turned down as I guided her away from the scene
of her degradation.

We were almost home before my rage cleared enough to take in the fact
that I was supporting my all but naked mother in my arms. I had not
intended letting her know I was aware of what was going on, but I had
not been able to take seeing her being abused any longer. Thankfully
she had not looked up once as we had made our way through the darkened
streets, her soft sobs wrenching at my heart with every step. I don't
think she knew who it was holding her close, supporting her and
guiding her, I don't think she was even aware that I took her inside,
took her coat then helped her upstairs into the shower. My hands shook
as I stripped her torn and tattered stockings from her legs, unhooked
the suspender belt and gently soaped her nude body under the warm
water of the shower.

"Oh mum." I groaned as I felt my cock jerk and my pants fill with
spunk as I came in them.

She muttered something that sounded like 'fuck me master' as I dried
her off then almost carried her to her bedroom, laid her in the bed
and covered her up. Turning out the light I went to the bathroom to
strip and wash the drying cum from my groin before heading to my room
to sleep a sleep filled with dreams of me doing to my mother all the
things I had seen her enduring at the hands of others. Needless to say
there was a wet patch on the sheets when I woke the next morning.

******************

When I went downstairs the following morning I was torn between
keeping silent about what I knew and begging my mother to let me help
her break away from what was happening. Somewhere in my sleep of
dreams I had figured out that there was someone I could talk to,
someone that might be able to help me with my dilemma, it was an
online friend and I preyed that he would be online later so that I
could seek his advise. In the meantime I had to face my mother and not
let her see that I knew her secret and her pain.

"Morning mum." I said as I entered the kitchen trying to sound
'normal', "Mum, I'm sorry about yesterday, I know you wouldn't have
gone out unless it had been urgent."

 From across the room I heard a low sob as I spoke, somehow though my
mother managed to sound almost normal when she greeted me and replied
without turning away from the stove.

"I know you were upset Luke," she said, "I can't blame you, but I'll
make it up to you, I promise."

"I know mum," I responded with my appetite fading away, "I love you."

Her shoulders seemed to slump at my words and then I saw them shaking
and I realised that she was weeping silently. I wanted to rush over to
her and comfort her, but I knew that unless I could figure a way out
of her situation there would be no comfort for either of us.

"I love you too darling." My mother finally managed to reply with
barely a catch to her voice, "Now what do you want for breakfast?"

"Nothing mum," I replied keeping my voice from trembling, "I don't
feel that hungry this morning. Mum, can we go out tonight instead?"

"Oh Luke," she said still not turning to face me, "we can't, I have to
go out again."

"Oh." I sighed knowing exactly what was to happen to her again, "Will
you be late?"

"I'm afraid so darling," she answered with a definite catch in her
voice now, "but we'll go out as soon ... as soon as I can get some
free time."

I had to leave the room or take her in my arms and tell her all that I
had seen. Holding back a sob of my own I rushed up to my room, closed
the door and bawled my eyes out like a five year old.

At about ten thirty my mother called up the stairs to tell me she had
to get something from the shops, I heard the front door close a few
minutes later. It didn't take much guesswork to figure out that she
was off to get a replacement maid outfit, the one she had worn the
night before was somewhere in the dust near a loading bay where I had
left it. About half an hour later I heard the phone ringing, naturally
I went down to answer it.

"Ruth Summers please." A familiar voice said.

"I ... I'm afraid she's out at the moment." I replied desperately
trying to keep my voice calm.

"I see," Marcus said with a hint of annoyance in his voice, "well give
her a message when she returns, this is urgent boy so get it
straight."

"Okay, okay, let me get a pad and I'll write it down." I replied
biting back a curse as I grabbed a notepad and pen, "Okay, go ahead."

"Tell her Marcus Wetherby called" he said, "and that the ... 'meeting'
... has been brought forward and that she should get over to the
'meeting' location immediately. Got that part of it?"

"Yes," I said through gritted teeth, "meeting brought forward and she
should get over there as quick as she..."

"No boy," he snapped, "the word is immediately, be sure you tell her
just that!"

"Okay, don't blow a fuse," I said more sharply than I'd intended,
"I'll tell her 'immediately'."

"Good," Marcus said, "one last part to pass on, tell her we are
catering for fifteen now, she'll know what I mean."

She wasn't the only one that knew what he meant, I had to fight back a
gasp at the thought that unless I could do something right away my
mother would have to face the lust of fifteen men! Hanging up the
phone I swore both at this new turn of events and at the fact that I
couldn't talk to my online friend for another two hours. To add even
more to my misery my mother returned at just that moment, at first I
was tempted not to pass on the message, but then I wondered what this
Marcus might do if my mother didn't get the message. Forcing back
tears of frustration, anger and sorrow I passed the message on to my
mother, her reaction was to pale and rush up to her room. It was
sickening to know that this man, this stranger had more power over my
mother than her love for me, that she was willing to drop everything
to rush to him at his whim and fancy.

Once again I was determined to be there if only to help my mother get
home safely and I left the house before she came down and made my way
to the hotel. I had barely arrived when my mother arrived in a taxi
and rushed into the hotel, the doorman grinned as she ran past him on
her high heels and I felt the rage rising in me again. It was just
turning half eleven when my mother reappeared with Marcus, my heart
sank to my boots when I saw a car pull up at the hotel steps and they
got into it. I had no way to follow the car to wherever my mother was
being taken, no way secretly to be there for her and I felt tears
flowing from my eyes as I turned towards home.

******************

"Come on, come on!" I sat muttering at my computer screen.

I was anxiously waiting for my online friend to appear in our usual
chat-room meeting place, I almost sagged with relief when I saw his
handle appear on the user list. It took me only a few moments to get
him into a private chat with me and only slightly longer to tell him
all that was happening to me.

>Please White Knight< I typed as I concluded my tale of woes >can you
help me?<

The screen was silent for a few seconds and then words flitted across
it.

>I don't know much about that sort of shit< he typed and my heart sank
>but I know someone who does, hold on<

My hopes rose at his reply and I sat waiting for what seemed like an
eternity for him to type more to the screen. Suddenly there was a
third handle in our group, as words began to appear on the screen I
preyed that this was the person White Knight had referred to.

>Hi Cyber Luke< the newcomer typed >White Knight has told me about
your problem. Can you repeat it all to me?<

>Yes, okay Domnator< I typed then repeated all I had sent to my
friend.

>Wetherby?< Domnator responded as I finished >Marcus Wetherby?<

>Yes!< I typed back.

>Shit!< was the one word response.

For all of two minutes the screen remained blank, then just as I was
giving up hope Domnator came back.

>Sorry Cyber Luke< Domnator's words flashed onto the screen
>Wetherby's bad news. Unlike most other D/s folk his partners aren't
willing to play. He has a rep for breaking women to his will,
programming them with a key word that will put them under the control
of anyone that uses it. There's a rumour that one of his 'stable' did
get away from his control, it's rumoured that her husband found out
the key word, used it and commanded her to only obey a new keyword.<

>And she was free of him?< I asked feeling dizzy.

>Yes and no< came the reply >She was free of Wetherby, the man's a
coward at heart and won't face anyone willing to fight him for a
'slave'. She won't ever be free of his programming though. Don't know
if that is any help to u, it's all rumour though, I don't know how
true it all is.<

>It's a hope< I typed back.

>Yeah if u can find out the right keyword< came the response.

>I think I might know it< I typed back feeling elated >Thanks for the
help<

Feeling a lot more hopeful than at any point in the last twenty-four
hours I signed off and sat back to await my mother's return with the
glimmering of a plan growing in my mind.

My hope slowly faded as the hours started to pass, dreading that my
mother may not return at all I watched as the time ticked away. By
midnight I was almost tearing my hair out with concern, it was over
twelve hours since I had seen my mother get into the car with Marcus
and I had visions of her being fucked to death.

"God, how much can he expect her to take?" I groaned as I peered out
of the living room window for the umpteenth time.

At one I was pacing the living room and hall, my lip sore where I was
biting it in my anxiety, all sorts of dire thoughts were filling my
mind as the minutes kept ticking away. By two a.m. I was a wreck,
tears were flowing down my cheeks as I became convinced that by some
horrible twist of fate my mother would not come back just as I had a
possible solution to her situation. Three a.m. came and went and it
found me sitting desolate on the sofa, already mourning my mother.

"Oh God!" I cried out as I heard the sound of a key in the front door
lock.

It was just after four in the morning, sixteen and a half hours after
I had last seen my mother and I leapt from my seat to the hall to
greet her in relief that she was home at last. I froze in my tracks as
she lurched through the doorway, she looked totally exhausted and
seemed completely unaware of my presence as she closed the door and
let her coat slide off her bare shoulders. Gulping back bile I stare
at her naked cum covered body, it was drying on her everywhere, in her
hair, all over face, her tits, her pussy, streaks of it ran down the
inside of her thighs from her arse and pussy, there wasn't a part of
her that didn't show signs of dried or drying spunk, not one part!

"Oh Mum!" I gasped, "What have they done to you!?"

Her head snapped up and a look of sheer horror came into her eyes as
she saw me standing there in front of her. With a stagger of mixed
weariness and shock my mother made a vain effort to cover her nudity.

"Luke!" she cried weakly as she sank to her knees weeping, "Oh God,
don't look at me, please I beg you don't look at me!"

Had Marcus appeared at that moment he would have been dead, my rage
was boiling over at what he and his 'guests' had done to my mother, I
felt my whole body shaking with it. At the same time my heart was
wrenched by my mother's distress and it was this that finally allowed
me to regain control of my rage. With a throat that felt blocked I
bent over my mother and helped her to her feet, she sobbed and pleaded
with me to not look at her as I half carried, half supported her up
the stairs to the bathroom. As gently as I could I sat her down on the
side of the bath and went to remove the tatters that were all that
remained of her stockings.

"Luke, no!" she gasped out as I rolled the first ruined stocking down
her leg.

"Hush mom," I said as soothingly as I could, very aware of how hard my
cock was in the confines of my pants, "this isn't the first time I've
had to do this for you."

"Isn't the first...?" she breathed in confusion.

That moment of confusion was enough to let me remove her other
stocking and the suspender belt; the material of the stockings and
belt had felt sticky and slimy as I had touched them and I knew
exactly what that stickiness was. Tossing the last of her garments
aside I left my mother perched on the bath edge and turned on the
shower to a warm gentle spray. As I guided her to the shower a moment
later I felt her skin under my hands, like her clothing it felt sticky
and slimy with spunk. She sighed as I pushed her under the warm water,
leaning against the wall my mother closed her eyes and slumped, but
her eyes opened in surprise when I began to gently soap her body with
my hands. The water from the shower took her tears of shame and
humiliation with it as it flowed over her face, but not before I had
seen them flow from her eyes.

"Mum, relax," I said with a lot more confidence than I felt,
"everything's okay now."

"No Luke, oh no," she sobbed, her voice filled with utter despair, "it
will never be the okay, not now, not ever again. Oh God, I'm so sorry
Luke, so sorry, so sorry..."

She kept repeating 'so sorry' over and over while I cleaned her body
of the filth deposited on it by the group of men Marcus had been
'entertaining', washed the sticky fluids from her hair, douched her
pussy and arse as best I could with the hose and feeling sick at the
flood of sperm the water washed from those two orifices. My mother
just stood there letting me wash her, letting me run my hands over her
naked body and apologising to me all the while. Once I had her as
clean as I could get her I turned off the shower and perched my mother
on the edge of the bath again. Tenderly I dried her off and I have to
admit that I enjoyed touching her, though it pained me to know that
the only reason I could be so intimate with her was because of a
bastard called Marcus. Gently I drew her to her feet once she was
dried and supported her stumbling feet to her bedroom; putting her in
her bed I tucked her in and sat down in the armchair in the corner of
her room. As she cried herself into an exhausted slumber I sat looking
at my mother and felt myself crying at her pain, shame and
humiliation.

******************

I woke with a guilty start and looked across at my mother's bed, she
was still sleeping though not peacefully, her head was tossing gently
and her limbs moved feebly under the covers. Rising stiffly I crossed
the room and sat on the side of the bed, taking one of her hands in
mine I made soothing noises to her and gradually she became still. Her
hand tightened on mine as though grasping a lifeline, yet she was
asleep and this time it was a more restful slumber, I cried as I sat
holding her hand and watched her sleeping face.

Some time later I looked at the clock on her bedside table, it was
after ten in the morning and I felt exhausted, I could only guess at
how much more exhausted my mother had to be after being used as a sex
toy by so many men for so long. Slipping my hand from her grip I crept
from the room and went downstairs to make myself a cup of strong,
black coffee. I begrudged the time it took to drink the coffee, but I
knew that I needed to refresh myself a little for the task that would
come when my mother woke. For a moment I knew a moment of doubt, were
the words I'd heard on the tape the keyword to control of my mother or
had Marcus whispered that to her and the tape missed it? Even if I had
the keyword could I wrest control from her programmer, Marcus? I
remembered Domnator telling me that the programming stayed with the
victim, which meant, if the rumour of how one of the girls had escaped
was true...

"Oh Christ!" I breathed as I jerked upright in the chair at the
thought that had struck me.

If the method to free her was true then it meant nothing more than her
exchanging one master for another. This thought stunned me; it meant
that if I did manage to change the keyword to break Marcus's control
of my mother I would become her new master!

"Oh God!" I groaned as my cock twitched to full erection at the
thought of being in total control of my own mother.

"LUKE!" my other's voice wailed from upstairs sounding lost and
terrified.

Shaking off my own lustful thoughts I rushed up to my mother's room to
find her sitting bolt upright in the bed with a look of panic on her
face. Sitting on the side of the bed I took her still naked body in my
arms and held her to me.

"Shush, shush," I comforted her, "I'm here mum, I'm here, everything's
alright now, shush."

She sobbed against my chest and I felt the rage rising in me again
along side the sorrow, I don't know how long I sat there 'cooing' and
'shushing' to my mother, my hand stroking her hair as I comforted her,
but I know that my cock was rigid throughout. Eventually she seemed to
regain some sort of control of herself, gently she pushed me away from
her and pulled the sheet up to cover her nakedness.

"Bit late for that." I said with a grin trying to make a joke of the
situation.

"I guess it is." She sighed letting the sheet drop again, "Way too
late."

"Mum!" I gulped involuntarily.

"I don't know how you can bear to look at me after the state you found
me in last night." She sighed looking down at her uncovered boobs as
though in shame.

"This morning you mean." I said automatically as I gazed longingly at
her tits then tore my eyes upwards as I continued, "And it wasn't the
first time mum."

"You said that while you were cleaning off ... off..." she burst into
tears again.

"Mum I know about Marcus," I said in a rush, "I know what happened in
the hotel the other night and on your way back from it."

"You know..." she breathed, her head jerking up and her eyes going
wide in shock, "You saw ... saw what ... what ... I..."

"I saw what you were made to do mum," I said softly, "not all of it,
but enough to know how much you had gone through that night before I
got there."

"The fire alarm...!" she gasped with her eyes going even wider, "That
was you!!"

"Guilty." I grinned then frowned as I added, "And the three bastards
you met on the way home."

"Oh God! It was you that got me home!" she breathed then sobbed out,
"Oh Luke, what must you be thinking of me. How can you even bear to be
in the same room as me; as this slut disguised as your mother!"

"Because I love you." I said with as much feeling as I could get into
my voice, "Because I know that whatever you are is what Marcus
programmed you to be. Because you could be the fabled whore of Babylon
and I would still love you."

"Luke!" she whispered staring at me in amazement.

"And," I said hanging my head in shame, "because I ... I..."

"What Luke?" she asked gently.

"Oh damn it!" I swore as I blurted out my shame, "I'm no better than
those men, I want you mum, I have wanted you even before all this, but
even more now I've seen how hot you can be."

"You want me?" she repeated sounding puzzled, "Want ... me ... Oh dear
Lord!"

"I'm sorry mum." I said in a voice choked with shame, "I can't help
it, you are so beautiful."

For a while there was a strained silence in the room and then my
mother gave a gentle laugh, I looked at her in surprise wondering if
my confession had been the last straw that had cracked her mind.

"Oh Luke," she smiled at me for the first time since Marcus had
appeared in our lives, her hand reaching out to stroke my cheek
gently, "after all those ... bastards! ... do you think I could ever
turn your love away from me. Especially now I know how much you have
gone through to try to keep me out of the clutches of those ... those
swine!"

"But I'm no better than them mum," I sighed even though I felt a wave
of relief run through me at her response, "I want to ... use you for
my own pleasure, just the way they did."

"No," she smiled almost shyly, "not like them. You love me, care for
me, they only see an object for their use, you see me, see me as a
woman to be pleased as well as taken."

It was as though she knew my mind better than I did, as she spoke I
knew she was right, because I loved her I could never abuse her as
those men had. But then I thought of how turned on I'd be at the sight
of her being gang fucked and my face went bright red with shame.

"What?" she asked softly seeing my distress.

"It was a turn-on..." I muttered red-faced then faltered unable to
continue, "seeing you being gang ... I wanted to be one of ..."

"You saw all those men taking me and it excited you?" she asked, when
I nodded she went on, "And you wanted to be one of the men fucking
me?"

"Mum!" I gasped at her use of the word 'fuck'.

"What else could you call what they did to me," she smiled wryly,
"there was nothing tender, gentle or loving about the way they used
me. Anyway, you don't avoid the question that way, you saw them
gang-fucking me and wanted to be one of them doing it to me, yes?"

"Yes." I whispered in shame, "I'm sorry mum, but yes, I wanted to be
where they were."

"I wish you had been." She sighed, "At least then I would have had the
comfort of one person taking me lovingly rather than ... you look
shocked Luke, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

Suddenly she slid out of the bed, grabbed a robe and covered herself
up, in confusion I watched her leave the bedroom and followed her a
moment later. I caught up with her again in the kitchen, still stunned
by her words I nevertheless sat her down and made us both some coffee.

"Mum," I said slowly as I gazed across the table at her, "did you mean
that, what you said about wishing I had been one of the men ...
fucking you?"

"Yes." She sighed in reply, "You have no idea how much I craved just
one loving touch while I was with them. And last night, oh God..."

She put her hands to her face and wept again and I knew that some how
I had to get her to talk about what had happened to her after Marcus
had taken her from the hotel. I knew without knowing how I knew that
if she kept it bottled up the events of that night would eat her away
from inside.

"What happened after Marcus took you from the hotel?" I asked softly
as she calmed down a little some minutes later.

"You were there?" she gasped.

"I was going to try to bugger up their party again," I smiled wryly,
"only he whisked you away from the hotel and I had no way to follow
you."

"Well," she sighed, "I guess since you already saw what went on the
night before knowing what happened last night won't make any
difference. Marcus took me from the hotel to a large house not a mile
from here, the bastard that owns the place is a bloody judge!"

She paused a moment to let her anger abate before going on.

"Anyway, I arrived to find not fourteen other men waiting for me, but
nineteen, with Marcus that made twenty men and only little me to
attend to their needs."

"But why so many?" I frowned.

"Originally it was to be seven," she smiled, "the same seven as at the
hotel, but they had some friends who they knew would love the scene
and they had some friends as so it ended up with twenty. It was
because there were so many of them that Marcus decided the hotel
wasn't a large enough venue. Where was I?"

"Entering a house with nineteen men and Marcus waiting to use you." I
offered.

"Oh, yes." She smiled, "Obviously they knew what they were there for
and what I was there for, there was no chat, no slow build up. I
walked into the house and was immediately instructed to suck off every
man there. When I'd done that they had me take off the maid outfit and
the fucking began, they took me singly, in pairs, trios and more, oh
God Luke, they took me every way you could think of, they came in me,
on me, over me and then when you'd think they would have got bored
with me they started in all over again. When I left there at twelve
thirty I was tired beyond belief and sore all over."

"Twelve thirty?" I frowned, "I know you were tired mum, but you didn't
get home until after four, even if you had crawled that's a long time
for one mile, three and a half hours plus."

"Marcus gave me the same instruction he had the night before," my
mother sighed, tears were falling from her eyes, but I could see that
retelling events was easing her mind a little, "anyone that approached
me as I walked home could have me any way they wanted. I got as far as
the park down the road without meeting a soul, what's that, a hundred
yards from home? I thought I was home and free when a voice from the
park gate called me ... I could only see one boy, a teenager not much
older than you and he was asking if I was willing to fuck him, well
not so much asking as telling me he wanted to fuck me."

She paused, wiping at her eyes and giving a sad little laugh before
taking a breath and going on.

"I followed Marcus's order and said I'd love to fuck him and he came
back with 'and my friends too?' so I said 'and your friends too'. He
took me deeper into the park until we came to his 'friends', I have no
idea how many of them there were, but it seemed like an army, the boy
called out he'd brought them a slut for some fun and that was it, they
all took me. Some of them even knew who I was, the Martins boy was one
of them and the Wallace kid, I don't know how many more, but I can't
ever hold my head up around here again, not now. It was mainly them
that covered me all over with ... sperm, before they let me go they
stood over me in groups and jerked themselves off one last time until
I was soaked in it and then they laughed and told me to get my slut
self out of their park."

Suddenly she sat bolt upright with her eyes going wide in fear.

"Oh God," she breathed, "the Wallace boy, he said they'd see me again
and that they'd taken some 'pretty pictures' of me. Oh Luke what are
we going to do?!"

"Take things one step at a time." I sighed wishing there wasn't the
added complication of the park gang, "First we have to get you out of
Marcus's clutches. As for the rest, we can always move, I never liked
it around here even when dad was alive."

She looked at me through tear brimmed eyes then said, "You don't
understand Luke, Marcus owns me, I can never get away from him."

"I do understand mum," I smiled confidently, certainly more
confidently than I actually felt, "and I think I know a way to break
his hold on you. Only..."

"Yes, go on, please Luke, don't stop there!" my mother pleaded in
desperation.

"Only it means exchanging one master for another." I said quietly.

She looked shocked at first, but then her eyes looked into mine as she
whispered, "Who? The new Master, who would it be?"

"Me." I answered with my face going a flame red.

"And you think I would turn that idea down?" she laughed almost gaily,
"I'd gladly have you as my master if it meant I would escape from
Marcus."

"You would?" I gaped at her.

"So what do I have to do?" she asked, "How do we break his hold on
me?"

Steeling myself I looked into my mother's eyes.

"Slut-bitch-whore." I said the words that I preyed were Marcus's
keyword for my mother.

It was as though a haze crossed over her eyes, then she was looking at
me with a hungry longing that had nothing whatsoever to do with
motherly love.

"Ruth," I gulped as I used her name and kept looking into her eyes,
"do you hear me."

"Yes Master." She responded.

I bit back a curse at the tone of total submissiveness her voice had
taken on; with a nervous tension filling me I took the next step in
what I hoped was her freedom from Marcus.

"Ruth," I said as firmly as I could, "I am your new Master, your only
Master from now on. You will no longer respond to the keyword
'slut-bitch-whore', from this moment on your new key is
'Mother-loves-son', you will forget the new key until you hear my
voice say it and only my voice, do you understand."

"Yes Master." She responded with a throaty husk to her voice, "My new
key is 'Mother-loves-son' and I may only obey it if you say the key, I
will forget the key until you say it."

"That's right." I sighed then frowned as I wondered how the hell to
get my mother back then said hopefully, "You may return to normal
now."

She blinked then looked at me wide eyed, her lips curved into a smile
and I knew she had not only heard my commands she knew they were now
in effect. Though I wondered if she remember her new key or not, I was
hoping she would not remember it since that way no-one could force or
trick it out of her in the future.

"Do you remember everything when you are under control?" I asked.

"Usually," she sighed sadly, "especially the bad stuff, Marcus always
wanted me to remember that, then and now. But there are blanks which I
assume are things he ordered me to forget."

"Recent ones? Or all in the past?" I asked in puzzlement.

"Both." She sighed, "I hate to think what they may be hiding."

Secondary commands to get around what I was trying to do was the first
thing to come to my mind, I had to find out and quickly since I had a
feeling that Marcus would be visiting or calling very soon.

"Mother-loves-son." I said feeling guilty about using her key for the
purposes I intended.

Once again her eyes hazed and the loving mother faded to the sex
hungry slut, though I preferred my loving mother I had to admit the
slut grew on you. Shaking off those thoughts I concentrated on the
task in hand, namely removing the blanks in her memory.

"Ruth," I said softly, "I want you to look at all the blank areas and
remember them now, don't be afraid, they are only memories and they
can't touch you. Look deep, find all the blanks and open them, I, your
sole Master command this."

I sat back and watched my mother's face as she obeyed my command, the
pain, horror and shame that crossed her face as she opened up each
blank was pitiful to watch, how much more painful must what she was
finding be to her? At one point she slumped in her chair, her face
pale and dry retching. We sat there for nearly an hour as she delved
into her memory, finding the blanks and opening them up while
anxiously I watched the play of emotions playing across her face until
she at last hit one that set her face in puzzlement.

"Stop!" I commanded, "That memory, the one that puzzled you, tell me
what it is."

She looked at me with a frown as though she couldn't see the
significance of this memory, nevertheless she obliged me, she had no
choice, I was her Master.

"It was my old Master, Marcus." She responded, "He was saying
something about a 'spare key' never hurting."

"Shit, he's fixed himself a fail-safe." I muttered to myself then
spoke loudly and firmly to my mother, "Tell me this other key."

I didn't think it likely that Marcus would be dumb enough to let her
remember this fail-safe key, but I guess he was that dumb because she
came back with, "fuck-the-slut-bitch-whore". Frowning I wondered if it
could be that easy, but I decided to try it anyway to see what
happened.

"Fuck-the-slut-bitch-whore" I said quietly to my mother and once again
she hazed out for a second.

"Who is your master?" I asked dreading the answer.

"Marcus is." My mother replied bright and cheery, "And you, any one
who can key me is my master, but you know that Master."

"Who am I?" I asked with my stomach tensing up.

"My Master." My mother smiled like a bimbo, "Master Luke."

"Shit!" I muttered under my breath, "I am now your sole Master," I
repeated once more, "as such I am changing this other key, you will no
longer respond to, "fuck-the-slut-bitch-whore", the replacement key
is, "Son-loves-mother" and this key will only activate if I give the
keywords. You will forget this key exists until you hear my voice say
it and only my voice. Do you understand Ruth?"

"I understand Master." My mother responded.

"You may return to normal now." I smiled.

My smile faded when my mother ran to the sink and was violently ill, I
held her quivering body as she threw up over and over again until she
had no more to bring up. Cleaning her up and washing away the vomit at
the same time I helped her back to the table, made her a fresh coffee
and sat down opposite.

"What was that all about?" I asked in concern.

Tears filled her eyes and her head hung down, unwilling to meet my
eyes my mother seemed to be speaking to the table.

"It was a blank from last night," she whispered, "I entertained the
men while they rested ... I..."

"Entertained?" I frowned feeling confused, "I thought you were already
doing that."

"No that was different," she sighed with her face going pale again,
"this entertainment was me giving a floor show with ... oh God the
shame of it ... two trained dogs!"

"God that's depraved!" I gasped, "What bastard thought that one up?
No, don't tell me, Marcus!"

She nodded and I felt the rage burning hotly in me at the things this
Marcus had put my mother through over the years, past and present. At
just that moment the doorbell rang, I think my mother could see how
deeply angered I was so rose to answer the door. A moment later I had
my rage sort of controlled again so I went to see who it was at the
door, my rage burst into a roaring flame when I saw Marcus pressing
past my mother.

"Now Ruthie," he smirked at her, "that's no way to greet your Master."

She shook her head, I could see her fear written in every line of her
body, but at the back of her eyes was hope, hope that I had succeeded
in breaking his hold on her.

"Shall we go through to the living room dear," Marcus said making
straight towards the room, "so much better if I give you your ... ah
... instructions in private don't you think."

"Not this time." I said sharply moving into the hallway, "This time
you can turn right around and leave."

"Ruthie, Ruthie, I see you need to teach the boy some manners." Marcus
smirked then turned his attention to me, "Run along boy, this doesn't
concern you."

I moved closer to him, my almost six foot of height towering over his
four and a half feet menacingly.

"Oh it concerns me very much." I said in a low voice, "Now get out of
this house."

"We'll let your mother decide who leaves or stays." He smirked
cockily.

With that he went over to my mother and whispered in her ear, she
blinked and for a moment I thought I had failed in my efforts to wrest
control from Marcus. A moment later I was grinning from ear to ear in
the knowledge I had succeeded, my mother had hauled off and slapped
him so hard around the face that his toupee slipped. He looked at my
mother in shocked disbelief as she almost snarled at him.

"Get out of my house and stay out," she said looking fit to kill, "you
no longer have control over me, thank God! Now get out!"

"Fuck-the-slut-bitch-whore." Marcus said in a low voice intended only
for my mother's ears, but I heard it too.

"Won't work either." I growled menacingly as I moved to stand no more
than six inches from him, towering over him I continued, "Listen well
to what I say next, look in my eyes so you can see that I man what I
say. Look in my eyes!"

His whole body jumped at my forceful delivery, but he looked into my
eyes though I could see he would much rather avoid the contempt and
rage he saw there.

"If you ever try to come near my mother again I will hunt you down and
kill you like the vermin you are. If I even think you are thinking
about trying to get her back I will hunt you down and kill you. If I
find out you are still anywhere in this city in a week's time I will
hunt you down and kill you. Do I make myself clear little man?"

He seemed to be petrified, but managed to nod his head, but I wanted
to hear him say it and barked at him to do so.

"I understand," he almost whispered, "you will kill me if I try to
come near your mother again, try to get her back or stay in this city
any longer than a week." Then he blustered, "You won't get away with
this, I have friends in..."

"High places?" I finished for him, "Like a pervert judge not a mile
from here, a judge who is going to find himself the centre of a media
scandal thanks to a tip off from someone called Marcus."

Defeated on all fronts and afraid for his very life Marcus left our
lives as he had entered; once he was gone I took my mother into the
living room. She sat on the sofa while I stood near the drinks
cabinet, having seen off Marcus I was now a little uncertain what to
do next. Certainly I wanted to have sex with my mother, but did I want
my mother or the slut her programming made her? Then I pulled my
thoughts up short, here I was thinking about what I wanted which put
me in the same league as Marcus, not considering what she may want.
Looking at my mother I saw her watching me, she smiled, her eyes
holding a sparkle that looked almost impish.

"Fancy a drink?" I asked seeking to avoid the issue for the moment.

"Yes please," She smiled, then tilted her head to one side and added,
"Master."

My hand knocked over the bottle I had been reaching for at her use of
that word, it took me a moment to regain enough composure to pour her
a glass of Martini. Crossing the room to the sofa I handed her the
drink then retreated to the drinks cabinet again, quickly I poured
myself a small vodka and drank it down.

"Shit!" I coughed as the alcohol burnt its way down my throat.

"Oh Luke," my mother laughed, "do come and sit down, you're like a cat
on a hot tin roof over there."

Giving her a wry smile I went and joined her on the couch, she patted
my knee, smiled and took a sip of her drink. By the time she lowered
the glass again I had sort of calmed down a little, taking her free
hand off my knee and holding it in mine I looked into my mother's
lovely deep blue eyes. The twinkle in her eyes was most off putting,
but I took a breath and opened my mouth to speak.

"Poor Luke," my mother giggled before I could get a word out, "can't
decide who he wants to have sex with, me or my slut alter ego."

"Mum!" I sighed as my face went red.

"Luke," she said becoming serious, "I'm just happy to be free of
Marcus, if I have to have a Master I'd much rather it was you, at
least I feel safe with you."

"Safe?" I muttered in confusion.

"I don't mean safe sex wise," she laughed, "safe as in you're unlikely
to put me in a situation of danger, like Marcus did last night and the
night before, sending me home alone and with orders to give myself to
whoever wanted me along the way."

"Mum, about this Master thing," I finally managed to get my words in
order and out of my mouth, "how do you really feel about it?"

"Well I haven't a lot of choice in the matter," she smiled sadly, "and
as I have already said, I much prefer you as my master than Marcus or
anyone else come to that. Face it Luke, you now control me."

"Yeah," I sighed, "I know. Only what do you want?"

"What do you mean?" she asked sounding confused.

"I mean, what do you want, to be yourself or the ... the...?" I
couldn't say the word 'slut' for some reason.

"Slut? Whore?" she said for me.

"Yes." I sighed.

"You mean I do have a choice?" she gasped in surprise, "You would let
me choose?"

"Mum," I said holding both hands in hers while looking deep into her
eyes, "I love you, exciting as having you as a slave might be I don't
want to force you to do anything." I paused then added, "Unless you
wanted me to of course."

"God I love you." She laughed taking me in her arms and hugging me
tight, which did nothing for my composure.

Then my mother sat back, finished her drink, placed the glass on the
coffee table and looked at me with that mischievous twinkle in her
eyes again, smiling she took both of my hands in hers.

"I think," she said softly, "I'd like to be 'me' occasionally."

I nodded then gulped as she raised my hands to her boobs, the feel of
her firm tits under my hands as she pressed my hands to them was
unbelievable, even through her clothes I could feel her nipples
getting hard. Wide eyed I looked at her face then back down to where
she was now squeezing my hands into her boobs, looking back up to her
face I licked my lips nervously and gave a gentle squeeze of my hands
without her aid. My mother's smile broadened and she let her hands
drop from mine, in a daze I pressed and squeezed her tits over her
clothes.

"Do you want to have me or the slut first?" she asked softly.

"You!" I breathed.

"In that case come with me," she said with a smile as she stood up and
reached down for one of my hands, "the slut me might not mind hard
floors, but I prefer a soft bed."

I had known that we would have sex together as soon as I learnt of her
programming, but it was a big difference knowing it intellectually and
having the event suddenly happening. It took me all the span of time
it took us to go up the stairs to her bedroom to regain a small part
of my thought processes and of all the things that came to mind my
first thought was 'God she must be exhausted still from last night'.

She led me to her large bed and sat me down on it, smiling she took a
step back then began to undress, seeing her body gradually revealed
was the most amazing turn-on for me, but at the same time a part of me
was seeing every bruise and scratch on her body from her experiences
of the past two days.

"What's wrong Luke?" my mother asked as she removed her bra to reveal
her gorgeous tits.

"I..." my voice faltered as she slowly pushed her panties down her
legs to reveal her shaved pussy, "Mum I'm not sure we should..."

"I thought you wanted me Luke?" she said tilting her head in
puzzlement.

"I do only..." I faltered.

"Only the thought of me having been with so many men has put you off?"
she said sadly letting her head drop as though in shame.

"NO!" I cried out, "Oh no, it's not that mum, please, it's not that at
all. It's just that you look so bruised and you must be tired from all
that's..."

"Is that all?" She laughed, "Luke, right now I feel wide awake, nor do
I feel my bruises. Give me your hand."

She stepped closer and took one of my hands and placed it at her
pussy, I couldn't help but gasp at how wet she was, nor at how soft,
warm and exciting she felt either. Looking up at her I licked my lips
then smiled broadly, standing up I wrapped my mother in my arms and
kissed her. Her response was immediate and passionate, for a wondrous
span of uncounted time we stood kissing fervently before she parted
our lips and pushed me away gently.

"This works so much better if we are both naked." She grinned at me.

Before I could gather enough brain cells to respond her hands were
working on my clothes, before long I was as naked as my mother. The
feel of her soft, warm skin on mine as I took her in my arms and
kissed her again was indescribable, I was lost in the feel of her body
pressing to mine, her boobs squashing against my chest, the nipples
hard and digging at me as though demanding attention, her pussy warm
and moist against my skin and my cock squeezed between out two bodies.
Even when we toppled back on the bed I was too lost in the sensations
of her body against mine to notice, but my hands did start to explore
her body for the first time. Pressing a hand between our upper bodies
I felt, squeezed and stroked her soft yet firm boobs; tweaked, pulled
and rolled her hard nipples with my fingers. My hand moved downwards,
stroking her silky skin in passing until it reached her pussy, gently
I stroked up and down her slit, pressing my fingers to her moist
valley as I savoured the feel of her to the full.

"Oh Luke!" my mother sighed forcing our lips apart for a moment.

Then she was kissing me again, one of her hands sliding down my body
to grasp and stroke my cock, her other hand sliding down to my hand at
her pussy, covering it and then guiding my movements as she taught me
how to pleasure her. Wondrous though this was I wanted, needed more
and eventually I parted our lips and kissed my way down to her boobs.

"Oh yes." My mother sighed as I sucked one of her nipples into my
mouth.

Her hand moved from mine at her pussy to rise to the back of my head,
stroking my hair and pressing me tighter to her as I circled the hard
bud in my mouth with my tongue. Some time later I moved across her
body to savour the feel and taste of her other nipple in my mouth, on
my cock my mother's hand was stroking up and down gently adding a soft
squeeze on each down-stroke and I knew that I could not last long
under her caress. With reluctance I released her nipple and began to
kiss my way down her body, as I moved down the bed her hand slid from
my cock.

"Luke!" she breathed as my tongue caressed her pussy, "Oh Luke!"

Slowly I licked my way around her outer lips, then pressed my tongue
to the moist slit they concealed, as my tongue touched a raised point
of flesh my mother gave a gasp and trembled. I grinned as I realised
that this was her clit, her seat of pleasure; I took a great pleasure
in using my tongue and mouth on that small, sensitive piece of flesh.
My mother began to make a sort of cooing moaning sound and her hands
pressed against the back of my head as she pushed her pussy up to my
mouth. Then she gave a loud groan, at the same time her body seemed to
shiver, suddenly her hands were pushing my head further downwards and
I let my tongue slide down her slit to her wet hole. At first I lapped
gently at her, but the taste of her pussy juices exploded on my tongue
like the purest of nectars and I was soon thrusting my tongue into her
to lap and suck out as much of her juices as I could.

"LUKE!" she suddenly cried out as her body heaved under me.

Her hands were no longer pressing me tight to her pussy; instead they
were now pulling and tugging me upwards. Her actions left no doubt at
all as to what she wanted and I was only too willing to oblige her, my
cock was so hard by now that it ached. Sliding between her widespread
legs I slid upwards, one of her hands went between our bodies to grasp
my throbbing cock as soon as it came in range then to guide it into
her yearning pussy.

"Oh God!" I groaned as my cock slowly sank into her warm, juicing
pussy, "Oh mum, that feels so good!"

Her response was to draw my head down to kiss me then hump her lower
body upwards to engulf my cock to the full, as her lower body dropped
back to the bed I pulled back then pushed downwards, sinking my cock
into her in a single thrust. She groaned into my mouth and humped her
pussy up to meet me, the feel of her pussy muscles rippling and
squeezing on my cock drove me to a faster pace that she matched stroke
for stroke, thrust for thrust. Before long our motions were so fast
and hard that our bodies literally slapped together, my mother was
constantly moaning and sighing into my mouth, then she parted our
lips, turned her head and gave out with a loud cry. It was as though
her pussy had become a vice, I groaned as I felt my cock being
squeezed tightly, felt her muscles rippling on my flesh as though
trying to milk me. Her body began to shudder and shake beneath me and
suddenly I felt a tingling surge the full length of my cock, with a
low groan of ecstasy I thrust deep into my mother and came, my juices
spurting deep, deep within her shaking body.

"LUKE! LUKE! YES!" my mother yelped loudly as I filled her with my
seed.

My elbows collapsed under me as wave after wave of pleasure ran
through me, almost in a frenzy I began to move my cock in her pussy
again and she was moving with me, her voice rising and falling in
bliss.

Gradually our pace slowed, stopping with my cock still buried in her
pussy I pushed my upper body upward and looked down at my mother. She
looked up at me with eyes that glowed with contentment, her whole body
seemed to glow, and leaning up she kissed me lightly then let herself
fall back to the bed.

"I love you Luke." She said breathlessly.

"I love you." I smiled as I leant down to kiss her tenderly.

Rolling off my mother's still quivering body I lay beside her, she
turned on her side and cuddled into my side, her head resting on my
arm.

"I haven't felt this wonderful for a long time." My mother sighed
kissing my chest, "Luke darling, can we..."

"Can we what?" I asked as I stroked her hair.

"Can we let the other me out to play?" she said tilting her head up to
me and grinning.

"Are you sure you want that?" I asked in surprise.

"Yes," she grinned impishly, "she may be a slut, but she knows how to
enjoy herself."

"But you feel so sad afterwards." I said softly, "I've seen you,
remember."

"Ah," my mother giggled, leant up, kissed me then put her head back on
my shoulder, "but then I was not with a loving, wonderful person that
made me feel so good. I think my other self would enjoy a little
loving too and you will surely enjoy her willingness to do anything. I
couldn't do one quarter of what that other me would do."

"But mum," I said puzzled, "she's still you."

"A me with all her inhibitions removed my love." Mum smiled, "Though
there were times when I enjoyed what she was doing. Does that make me
bad Luke?"

"No," I laughed, "not in my eyes. You know what I would love?"

"Tell me." She said looking up at me with those sparkling eyes.

"A cross between you and your other self," I grinned, "sort of the
best of both worlds, but without the need for controls."

"It might be nice," she sighed, "if I could be more like her in some
ways. We could try to make me more like her, but it will take time and
right now I want to do things to you that only she would have the
nerve to do."

She laughed and I laughed right along with her, I must admit that I
was curious to see just what 'things' she wanted her other self to do
to me. As I opened my mouth to speak the key that would turn the woman
in my arms from my mother into a total slut she spoke.

"I wouldn't mind being gang-fucked again," she almost whispered, "I'd
probably truly enjoy it if you set it up."

"Mum!" I gasped in surprise.

I may have been surprised, but the thought of being part of a group of
men fucking my mother every which way was such a turn-on that my cock
went from rest to ramrod stiff in the space of a breath.

"I'm sorry I shocked you," she sighed sadly, "but I guess there's more
of that slut in me than even I knew."

"You didn't shock me mum," I laughed cuddling her close, "surprised
me, but not shocked. And if you look down you'll see just how excited
the idea of being a part of a mob fucking you has made me."

"Oh my!" she giggled, "Does that mean you'd set it up if I asked?"

"Too right!" I laughed, "How many are you thinking, five, ten, twenty,
thirty?"

"Oh lord!" she suddenly shivered.

At first I thought it was a shiver of trepidation, but then I felt how
hard her nipples had gone against my ribs, how wet her pussy had gone
against my thigh and I knew the very idea of a large group doing her
had made my mother climax. Not the slut part of her, my mother!
Grinning I looked down at her flushed and excited face.

"Sure you want 'her' to have that pleasure?" I teased, "Feels to me as
though you might enjoy it even more as yourself."

"Oh don't!" she laughed gently punching my chest, "I'd just die if I
was doing that instead of her, no matter how excited the idea makes
me."

"Would you trust me mum?" I asked seriously.

"With my very life." She smiled.

Her response was more than I had expected and I gulped at the level of
trust she was willing to place in me, and the level of responsibility
that placed on me. Steeling myself I told my mother what had come to
my mind unbidden.

"Mum, you want to do the things your other self revels in, only as
yourself not her." I stated.

"Well try some of them at least, yes." She smiled, "But I couldn't do
it, all I can do is experience things through her mind and body."

"Not quite strictly true." I commented, "It sort of occurs to me that
since you can be commanded to return to 'normal' either when you get
to a certain place or in an instant, it led me to wonder what would
happen if you were in mid-slut activities and I did the return to
'normal' command?"

"I tell you what would happen," she laughed, "I'd ... well I'd..." she
paused, frowned and finished, "You know, I have no idea what would
happen."

"Well," I grinned, "you'd either freak out and I'd have to get the
other you back pretty fast, or you'd carry on from where your slut
sister had left off, or you'd have a moment of panic, discover how
good whatever was happening was feeling and do your best to keep
going."

"Where's this all leading?" she asked with a chuckle, "There's a gleam
in your eyes that says you have some devious plot afoot."

"Nothing devious about it," I grinned, "I just thought we could sort
of experiment in private with the slut starting and you finishing or
freaking."

She went silent for a moment, then I heard a chuckle, looking down I
saw my mother with a devilish look on her face.

"Try it now," she chuckled, "let my 'sister' out to play and then
return me to normal again in five minutes and we'll see what happens."

"Okay mum," I felt a little nervous about this, but certainly wanted
to try it just to see if my idea would work, "mother-loves-son."

In an instant my mother had changed from impishly sexy to sluttishly
horny, I was looking in her eyes when the change took place and the
look of sheer lust, desire and want that came into my mother's eyes
was unbelievable.

"Hmmmm." this new person that was still my mother hummed in
excitement, "That looks good enough to eat, may I Master, please
Master, let me eat your prick, drink your spunk.?"

"I..." I was a little stunned at how completely my mother's character
had changed, though I could still see some of her in this slut side of
her, "Okay mu ... uh ... Ruth, you can eat my cock and drink my
spunk."

For some reason I didn't feel right about calling this part of her
'mum', so I used her proper name for now.

"Oh Master you are so much nicer than that other Master," she enthused
then her attitude changed for a moment, "that Marcus, bastard that he
is. I'm so glad you got us free of him, you are so much nicer to
serve."

"'Us'," I mused at her use of the word, "are you awaRE of your other
persona?"

My sudden momentary shift up a pitch was connected to 'Ruth' having
swooped down my body to take my cock straight into her throat. No
hesitation, no trial probes to see how large it was, just one fast
lunge and her lips were pressed to my groin with my cock halfway down
her throat. Then she began moving her head up and down on me, I could
feel the delicious sliding of her throat on my cock, the swirling
fluttering of her tongue. Not only was this another first, being
sucked on by a woman, but it was a hell of an exciting experience
being deep-throated for the first time too.

"Oh shit that's good!" I groaned out, then as she pushed right down on
me I added, "Return to normal."

Suddenly my mother was back, I knew this from the sudden tensing of
her body, and the sudden pause in what had been a fluid motion of her
mouth on my cock. For a moment my mother just lay there, her lips
pressing into my groin and my cock right down her throat, then slowly,
tentatively she moved, her head rising as my cock slid out of her
throat. I bit back a sigh of disappointment that my mother was about
to release my cock, obviously unable to perform this oral act her
other half did so well. I felt my knob slip out of her throat and was
expecting it to leave her mouth any second and then I got an ecstatic
shock, in one quick motion my mother pushed back down on my cock, all
the way down! In moments she was deep-throating me just as her alter
ego had been.

"Oh Christ!" I gasped out in a voice quivering with ecstasy, "Jesus
mum, you are even better than your other self! Oh, oh, mmm ... mum ...
I'm cumming!"

God was I cumming, I felt as though my whole cock and balls would
burst and when my mother responded to my warning by pushing down on me
even harder and swallowing my climax erupted. I know I cried out with
the force of my orgasm, though I had no idea what it was I cried until
later. Even through my pleasure haze I could feel my mother swallowing
and swallowing as she took down every drop of spunk I jetted into her.
Nor was she silent about it, her excited moans vibrated around my cock
making my experience all the more blissful, to my surprise she was
also shaking against me as though in climax. As my flow eased my
mother began to move her head again sucking and swallowing as she
enticed every drop of fluid from my cock.

Eventually her pace slowed until with seeming reluctance my mother
released my cock from her mouth and sat up to gaze down at me. Her
face was totally alive with glee, satisfaction and what looked to be
fulfilment.

"Oh Luke," she enthused as she lay on top of me, kissed me and
continued, "God what a fantastic experience, I know, I've experience
it through my other self, but it just isn't the same, not the same at
all. I, the real me, not the slut me, has never sucked a man's cock
before let alone go down on it the way I did. Luke I love doing that,
I love it!"

"And now you can do it for yourself" I grinned, "not vicariously
through your other self."

"Do it again Luke," my mother pleaded, "bring 'her' back, have her do
something I would never consider doing then bring me back, please say
you'll do it Luke."

"Whoa," I laughed, "slow dow ... damn, who's that now?"

My curse had been brought on by the doorbell ringing, as I quickly put
just my trousers back on whoever it was at the door put their finger
to the bell and kept it there. My mother was heading downstairs to
answer the door before I was ready; all she'd done was thrown on a
terry-towelling robe to cover her naked body from prying eyes.
Nevertheless I wasn't far behind her and I heard the greeting she got
as she opened the door.

"Hey, it's the slut herself," I recognised the voice as belonging to
Jim Wallace, one of the gang that had their way with my mother on her
way home the previous night, "bet you're glad to see us."

"Just who the hell are you calling a slut!" my mother snapped back
angrily, though I could also hear a hint of fear in her voice too,
"Just take your foul mouth and get away from here James Wallace."

"Ah now," Wallace wheedled, "that's no way to treat a good friend is
it, a real good friend. I said last night we'd be seeing you again."

"What are you talking about," my mother bluffed, "I was at home all
night."

"Yeah, and pigs fly like jets." He laughed, "There's no way you can
deny that you let twenty-five of us fuck you any way we pleased last
night, no way, like I said before you left, we got some real nice
pretty pictures..."

"Jim..." a voice that sounded like the younger Harris from up the road
tried to interrupt.

"Shut-up," Jim Wallace snapped at his mate, "can't you see I'm jogging
the whore's memory."

"And going the right way about getting this poker bent over your
skull!" I said forcefully stepping round my mother's frozen body, "I
don't know what the fuck you think you're playing at Wallace, but I
can tell you now, my mother was here all night, we didn't go up to bed
until well after twelve forty. Now bugger off!"

My sudden appearance on the scene and assertion that I had been home
with my mother at a time that she was just entering the park to be
fucked by his gang rattle Wallace. But he persisted, but now not quite
as sure of his ground as he had been.

"I'm telling you we gang-fucked that woman right there last night and
she fucking begged us for more!" Wallace insisted, "And we got the
photos to prove it! Now I could put the photos about, but I'd much
rather have a bit more fun with the whore, if she's nice enough to me
I might even be persuaded to destroy the photos. Now is she gonna get
her butt over here and do a deal with me or do I use the photos?"

"Jim!" Harris hissed urgently.

"Shaddup!" Jim waved him quiet, "Just give me the pictures."

"But Jim ..." Harris almost whispered.

"Give me the fucking things!" Wallace snapped.

Harris passed over a paper folder, the kind you get from chemists or
photo-processing shops, it was quite a thick folder and I prayed that
what I suspected was the case really was the case. Harris extracted
the thick sheaf of prints from the folder; I could see the negatives
in the folder too.

"Look at these," he snarled menacingly, "then we can get down to the
time and place to meet us whore."

"One more 'slut', 'whore' or 'bitch' out of you Wallace" I said as I
took the prints he was holding out, "and this poker splits your head."

"Just look at the fucking things then tell the who..." he actually
took a step back and gulped as I raised the poker in my hands an inch,
"uh ... your mother to stop playing games."

I could have shouted for joy as I flipped through the prints, the
idiots had used cheep ASA100 film, its low light quality was total
crap and to make matters even worse for them they hadn't used a flash.
As I flipped through the pictures I began laughing and that was
driving Wallace nuts.

"What the hell do you call these?" I chuckled looking at Wallace,
"Black cat at midnight in a coal cellar? About the only thing you can
see in any of these is shadow shapes, can't even tell what the shapes
are doing."

Wallace snatched the pictures out of my hand, flipped through them in
disbelief then turned on Harris.

"I tried telling you Jim, the pictures are crap!" Harris said
defensively, "Only you didn't want to hear it."

"Fuck it!" Wallace cursed and tossed both the pictures and negatives
on the doorstep, "I know it was you last night, but I guess with no
proof and this sod lying for you ... oh fuck it!"

Defeated he and his mate stormed off, I chuckled as I bent down and
retrieved the prints and negatives, we wouldn't hear much more from
that quarter I was positive of that. With the photo folder in my hand
I closed the door, turned to my mother and grinned.

"Well so much for that problem." I said softly as we walked to the
living room, "Good job that lot are as thick as two short planks
though."

"What do you mean?" she asked with a puzzled frown.

"It would be better if I showed you." I grinned, "Give me half an
hour, then you'll see what I mean."

"In that case, I'll do us something to eat while you do whatever it is
you are going to do," she smiled, "I don't know about you, but I'm
famished."

Leaving my mother I went to my bedroom, switched on my computer and
fired up the image processing software, working from the negatives it
didn't take me long to produce a fresh set of pictures, each enlarged
and printed on an A4 sheet of paper on my colour printer. Grinning I
turned off the computer and headed back downstairs with my sheaf of 24
pictures, I found my mother in the kitchen sitting at the table,
sipping coffee and looking lost in thought. As I entered the room she
looked up and smiled.

"There's some sandwiches here, help yourself." She said.

"Have a look at these while I grab a bite." I grinned as I put the
pictures in front of her, "They are only paper prints, not proper
photo quality, but I think they are clear enough."

"Clear enough!" she almost squeaked as she looked at the first
picture, "You can see everything! Oh God, that's Jim Wallace fucking
me!"

While I ate a couple of sandwiches and sipped at some juice my mother
went through the photos. With each and every one she looked at my
mother went redder, comments like 'Oh Christ, three of them on me and
you can still see who I am', 'Oh my God' and 'Oh no, no, how can you
be with me after seeing these Luke' fell breathlessly from her lips.
The last picture showed her at the centre of a group of youths being
showered in spunk as they wanked off over her and her raising her arms
as though asking for more.

"Oh God," she moaned as she hung her head, "look at me in this, how
can you bear to look at me after seeing me act like such a whore!"

"Mum," I smiled reaching across the table to take her hand, "they
aren't you."

"Of course they are," she sighed, "anyone can see that. But I don't
understand, how could you get such clear pictures while the ones they
had were almost black?"

"Mum, you are right," I smiled, "anyone can see that is you, or rather
your body, but it isn't you, it's your other self and she's a
different person entirely. As for the puzzle of the photo's that's
easy, there's only one place Wallace could have gone to get the film
processed, from experience I know their machine produces negatives
okay, but it can't produce prints for toffee, they're either smeared,
too light or too dark. Now if the morons had looked at the negatives
they would have seen they did have all they needed to blackmail you
into whatever they wanted, but I bet myself that it would never occur
to them that the negatives and prints might be of a different quality,
and I won that bet."

"Thank God you did," she sighed, "Marcus was bad enough, but that gang
... and I would have had to be me, not..."

She went a little pale at the thought of what she had escaped, but
then she glanced down at the photos and gave a little smile.

"I guess it was fun at the time for my other self," she looked up at
me and smiled, "and talking of my other self you were about to say
something when we were interrupted."

For a moment I was at a loss, but then I remembered her pleading with
me to bring her slut self back to do something she would never
consider and have me return her to normal while doing it. Looking at
her I felt a bit surprised that she still wanted an answer from me on
this, even though our passions had had a chance to cool a little. The
kitchen didn't seem the right place to think or talk about the matter
and I knew that if we returned to the bedroom I'd not be able to
resist the temptation despite my reservations. And I did have
reservations, top of which was not wanting to use my mother as Marcus
had used her. I wanted to be sure that my mother really wanted what
she was asking me for. I was frowning in thought as I left the kitchen
and went to the living room, my mother followed me, sitting herself on
the sofa while I paced and thought.

"Mum," I said after almost five minutes of flickering thoughts, "do
you really want me to bring 'her' back to do things then return you to
yourself while we are doing them?"

"I guess it sounds wicked," she sighed, "but yes, I do really want you
to do that. Luke, she's so able to enjoy sexual things, I want to be
able to enjoy them the way she does, freely and fully. I've always
been repressed about sex, probably because of what I used to have to
do as my other self."

"Well," I sighed and smiled gently, "as long as you are sure, I don't
mind doing what you ask. Only if you find yourself doing something you
find you dislike for God's sake say so and I'll bring 'her' right
back."

"Deal!" she laughed, and then became serious, "Would you do something
else for me Luke or rather for 'her'."

"If I can mum." I replied feeling puzzled.

"Let 'her' out to play occasionally and make love to 'her' rather than
fuck her," my mum said with a gentle smile, "she's never known a
tender, loving touch and I think she deserves a little tenderness."

I was surprised to hear my mother speaking of her other self with such
pity, but I had no hesitation in agreeing to her request.

"You know it sounds so weird." she grinned standing up and removing
her robe.

"What does?" I asked as I gazed longingly at her naked body.

"Me," she laughed, "asking you to use her to teach me how to fuck and
then asking you to show her what being made love to feels like.
Anyway, enough talk, bring her out Luke, I am so excited from seeing
those pictures and all this talk of sex that I want you and I want you
now!"

"We don't need 'her' for that." I grinned taking off my robe to reveal
my hard cock.

"We do for what I want to try." She grinned, "She'll know what I
want."

"Mother-loves-son." I said softly.

No matter how many times I see the change that comes over my mother
when her key is activated I will never cease to be amazed or
surprised. In an instant she went from a sexy, but almost demure woman
to an insatiable slut.

"Master!" the woman in front of me breathed huskily.

"Whoa, slow down!" I gulped as she moved right towards me with a
hungry gleam in her eyes, "I want to talk with you first."

"Talk?" she sounded puzzled, but stopped short of me by six inches,
"Not fuck?"

"Uh ... Ruth," I said slowly, "I want to get to know you a little
better first okay?"

"What's to know?" she grinned reaching down to stroke my cock, "I've
got nice tits, a cunt, a mouth and an arse all for fucking, can we
fuck now, please Master."

"Oh hell, I give up!" I groaned.

Definitely the wrong words to use, before I knew it I was flat on my
back on the carpet with this crazy nympho that looked exactly like my
mother straddling me and pushing my cock into her pussy. Not that I
wasn't enjoying the event, I was, a hell of a lot, but it was still a
shock to be leapt on that way. Then things settled down with her
bouncing up and down on my hard cock while I reached up to fondle her
boobs.

"Oh yeah," Ruth breathed as I teased her nipples, "harder, I like it
harder! Oh fuck, what a lovely cock you have, big and fat and oh so
fuckable!"

The contrast between this woman and my mother was never more
highlighted by the way she was speaking, it did little for me, but it
sure seemed to excite Ruth yet I couldn't envisage my mother talking
that way. Then I was distracted by her going into an orgasm and Ruth
in climax is a sight to behold, she swore, screamed, shook, bucked and
swore some more and all without slowing for an instant in her steady
rise and fall on my cock. God could that woman control her pussy, it
held me like a tight glove as Ruth rode me through her climax then,
incredibly, got even tighter.

"Oh shit," I groaned as her pussy muscles started to ripple along my
shaft, "how the hell do you do that?"

"What Master?" she laughed.

"Get so tight and use your inner muscles like that?" I groaned as her
pussy tightened even more for a moment then relaxed a little.

"Oh they taught me to do that with my cunt," she grinned breathlessly,
"it's fun too, makes me feel all tingly."

Without warning she stood up, my cock would have given a cry of
disappointment as it dropped out of her pussy if it were able to talk,
so I did the crying out it for it. Then I noticed something my mother
and this woman had in common, it was that impish gleam in the eyes;
Ruth gave me that gleam then went to the sofa. Kneeling in front of it
she placed her head and shoulders on the seat, looked over her
shoulder in a clear invitation to join her. As I moved into position
behind her luscious bottom her hand came round to grasp my cock, first
she guided it to her pussy, but after only a few strokes she pulled it
out and placed the tip of my cock at her anus.

"Bugger me!" I breathed in surprise.

"No, bugger me." She giggled, "And, when I tell you, return me to that
other self."

"Retur ... Jesus!" what I had been going to say was lost in the
sensation of Ruth pushing back and taking my cock into her arse in one
hard thrust.

"Mmmmm, so gooood!" she almost purred with pleasure.

For a few minutes we moved together, my cock thrusting in and out of
her arse and I loved every second of it. Ruth made our pace faster,
all the time talking dirty and giving out loud noises of sheer bliss.

"Now, bring her out now Master!" Ruth gasped out.

Once her words sunk through the haze of my excitement and I connected
them to what she had asked me to do I spoke the command that brought
my mother back. Our bodies were just sliding together again when I
returned my mother to normal and I felt the change as her movements
slowed. My cock had sunk all the way into her before my mother stopped
moving altogether.

"Please Luke, don't move for a bit." She gasped at me.

It was an amazing sensation feeling the tightness of my mothers' back
passage squeezing the full length of my cock as I remained still as
she's asked.

"I never thought it would feel this good." She breathed after a few
minutes, her body sliding forward a little making my cock slide a
little way out of her.

Then she was pressing back again to sink my cock back into her arse,
her movements were only little ones, but God did they feel so
exciting, it was damned hard not to go back to banging into her as I
had been doing with Ruth. Not that I remained idle for long, she'd
said nothing about moving my hands, just to keep my cock still,
grinning I reached around her body to her pussy, my fingers zeroed in
on her clit and teased it.

"Oh God!" my mother gasped as her body burst into an orgasm, "Fuck me,
just fuck me!"

As she spoke she was moving faster on my cock, sliding more of it out
of her arse before thrusting back at me, no sooner were the words out
of her mouth than I was moving with her. Soon I was hammering in and
out of her arse and she was matching my every stroke, her body bucking
and shaking as orgasms raced through her. It wasn't long before I was
cumming too, my cock buried as far as I could get it in her arse as my
juices spurted into her bowels.

"That was fantastic." My mother said breathlessly as we sat in the
floor in front of the sofa cuddling and recovering a short time later,
"Thank you Luke, and thank 'her' when you next see her."

"I wish I understood this more." I sighed, "You know what she does,
sort of like second hand memories and she certainly knew what it was
you wanted to try. Hell she told me she knew and when to change to
you."

"I told you she would." My mother grinned then laughed, "And I see
talking about her has made you horny again."

"Sorry," I grinned, "but she is sort of exciting, though so are you
... oh dear, I've just realised, even if it's just one body I have two
different women to keep satisfied!"

"I can think of any number of men that would rub their hands in glee
at that prospect." My mother laughed, "So don't complain young man."

"I'm not complaining," I grinned, "just wondering how I'm going to
keep up with you both."

Then I had a thought; basically I thought that since I was already
randy I could give my mother's alter ego the tender loving my mother
had asked me to.

"Mum," I said softly, "I want to bring her out to play, is that okay
with you."

"Fine by me," she smiled, "anyway, you're the master, why ask for
permission."

"Dammit Mum," I sighed half angrily, "I am not a 'Master' and if I
could think of a way of freeing you from that shit I would in an
instant."

"I'm sorry I teased you Luke," my mother reassured me, "but you know
you can control me any time you like, whether I wanted you to or not,
so I'm giving you permission to control me as pleases you my darling
son. Now go play with Ruthie and let me get a bit of rest."

Speaking the keywords I let my mother's slut self loose, this time I
was ready for her and had her kneel in front of me before she could
grab any part of my anatomy. Then for the next forty minutes I made
love to her; kissing her tenderly, exploring her gently, exciting her
with my hands and mouth, but in a soft and loving way. When I did
eventually mount her Ruth was already in orgasmic heaven, it came as
no surprise that a hair trigger came with her programming, but as I
slowly moved my cock in her I saw tears forming in her eyes.

"Are you alright Ruth?" I asked as I slowed my pace a little.

"Oh yes," she breathed up at me, leant up, kissed me then finished,
"I've just never felt so ... so..."

"Loved?" I provided the word she was groping for.

"Ummmm, yes, loved, o ... ooo ... ooooo!" her orgasmic cry of bliss
echoed round the room as her body bucked and writhed beneath me.

With her at a peak I began to move faster and more firmly, her body
moved with mine and together we rose to a shared crescendo.

"Master," she panted as we sat recovering, "thank you, I never knew
how good it felt to be ... be..."

"Cherished?" I offered, "Made love to instead of fucked?

"Yes," she smiled almost shyly, which was a surprise, "thank you and
thank you know who for asking you to do it."

"I will." I smiled then kissed her gently, "And I promise to make love
to you again soon."

"I'd like that," she sighed, then ended with a grin, "but don't you
forget that this slut loves to be fucked too."

"I won't forget that." I smiled as I spoke the words to return my
mother to normal.

"Ruthie asked me to thank you." I smiled as my mother smiled at me
from the place the slut had been.

"I know." she sighed, "I am really growing to like that girl and of
course she is so willing to teach me how to be a slut just like she
is."

"You could never quite be as she is," I grinned, "close, but not
quite."

"Beast!" She laughed mock punching my arm.

******************

Now, two years on, I am still having sex with two women in the one
body. My mother has indeed grown more like her other self, which was
what she wanted and she loves the new her, as do I. Amazingly Ruthie
has changed a little too, becoming a little more like my mother and a
little less of the slut and whore she had been programmed as. In what
few idle moments two horny women left me I wondered if the point might
ever come when the two personalities would merge into one, only time
would tell on that point.

Another thing my mother had said she wanted she got eventually, a
gang-fuck. It took me eighteen months to work out and set up, but on
the night my mother/Ruthie had the attentions of thirty men, myself
included. The big difference was that she was allowed to rest as
pleased her and allowed to clean up as often as she wanted, also the
men were treating her as a though she were honouring them by letting
them share time with her body. I let Ruthie start the ball rolling,
but I didn't wait long before putting Ruthie back in hiding and
bringing my mother out. Other than a momentary hesitation no-one
noticed any difference, my mother was so excited she was acting just
like her other self and I decided to let the two parts of her share
the evening. From time to time I would whisper the key words that put
one or the other of them to the fore, later, after their body had
recovered from their orgy my mother and Ruthie both thanked me for a
wild and wonderful time and for letting them both share in it.

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