Master PC: The Elves

When Mark woke up, Merry was dressing for work. He frowned.

"Where are you going?"

"Don't worry. I am not leaving you." Merry knelt at eye level to the bed. "Mark, I love you. You know that. But I do love teaching too. My class needs me."

Strangely it seemed to him, he wasn't worried. He loved her too. He knew she would be back.

"I'll be back later with a suitcase. Do me a favor though and re-program my husband for me? I can't very well sleep with two men can I?"

"Sure."

"Thanks. Bye now." With a peck on his cheek his lover left for work.

Mark slept and extra two hours. He did not see the point in going to school anymore. Anything he wanted to know, Master PC would teach him, better than school too. First thing he did when he got up was reprogram Merry's husband, Don. < Don would still be around, keeping up appearances, but he wouldn't mind her being with Mark. In fact, he approved, Mark was such a great guy. He would move into the guest room so Merry and Mark could have the good bed. He would not be interested in Merry any more, but would be friendly and do what she said.> SEND

That done; his dick was sticky. He wanted a shower.

Though his mother's shower was nicer, the bathroom he shared with his sisters had all his stuff. He got up and almost felt bad about walking around naked. He smiled. "No more." He strutted to his bathroom, master of all he surveyed, lord of the manor. Becky and Suzy were not to me seen. He slipped into his shower and began to soap himself down.

He marveled at his new prowess. His penis wasn't sore or even tired. "Good boy." He wondered what to do with his day.

He felt the familiar draft. Someone had been watching him shower these past days. Now he forced the issue. "Come here."

Slowly, a hand pulled the shower curtain back. It was it mother, Joanne. "I am sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you." She was dressed in her same old, tired morning robe.

"Have you been watching me?"

"I have, for years, now."

"Like what you see?"

Joanne looked down and visibly gulped. "Very much."

"Do you want to join me?"

Joanne made a sour face. "I will if you want."

"What would you do otherwise?"

"Let me bathe you, like a used to."

"I like showers better."

She smirked. "You'll like this. Promise."

Intrigued, Mark turned off the water and emerged wet. "Towel me off."

"Yes, lord." Joanne did as she was instructed. As she dried him off, she informed him that Becky had his breakfast hot and ready downstairs and Suzy had delivered his papers hours ago.

She offered Mark his old robe and he declined it, preferring to walk around naked. "You know mom, we need some new clothes. I hate that old ratty housecoat you wear."

"I am sorry son, but my practice really hasn't taken off and then there's tuition and your father's late on his payments. I know it will be better real soon. But for now I'll just buy one on credit."

When Mark and Joanne entered the kitchen, Suzy immediately prostrated herself in front of him. "You are a god, the Horned God himself. I was struck by the thunderbolt last night. My name is Suzanne Jasmine York and I am yours, totally."

"Uh. Yeah." Mark and Joanne were a bit taken aback. Becky was stunned. "What's for breakfast?"

That snapped Becky out of her reverie. "Porridge, bacon, eggs and strawberries." While Mark wolfed down his breakfast, Suzy sucked his dick beneath the kitchen table, Joanne drew her master's bath and Becky waited on him hand and foot.

"Thanks. That was a great meal. You girls clean up. I'm going to take a bath."

When he left the girls had a little chat. "Are you mad, sister? Telling him your full name?"

"He knows it anyway."

"Still. That incident last night...need I remind you we are Shidhe? You know we do to mortal lovers. You should have left him a husk, not in possession of your name, by Danna!"

Suzy looked ashamed. "I am sorry, sister but I cannot help it. He made me feel such joy as no Shidhe has ever felt."

"Feh. You are too sensitive. I will take him tonight."

"But today?"

"Night is our time. Today, we will let him enjoy himself."

Mark entered the master bathroom confidently. His mother took off her housecoat. Merry and him had left her quite the handsome woman. Mark entered the bath. Joanne folded two big towels to cushion her knees and turned on the radio to the classical station. Then she and knelt beside him.

"Relax. Don't say a word." She whispered.

She folded another towel and hung it over the lip of the expansive claw foot tub, right behind Mark's neck. Her palm pressed against his forehead, telling him to lay back. He rested his head comfortably on the towel.

Joanne soaked a washcloth in the hot, steamy water, then lay it over her son's face. The she lathered up her hands and began to wash his body. No crevice or protrusion escaped her soapy hand. All the while Mark was blindfolded, restricted to his sense of touch and hearing.

Then Joanne got out the old enameled pitcher and basin. The pitcher she filled with hot water. She titled Mark's head back and little more and placed the basin below it. She wet his hair down, the warm water rushing over his scalp, tugging at his hair, splashing into the ringing, steel basin.

She then shampooed his hair, working it in thoroughly with her new, strong, slender fingers. Then she rinsed out the shampoos with more pitchers of hot water. All the while Mark soaked in the hot water.

After a while the water started to cool. Mark stood up. Joanne immediately wrapped him in an oversized towel to prevent chill. "Master there is one more step. The soap has left a slippery film on the skin."

She was right. Mark felt greasy. "What's the next step?"

"A rinsing bath. It will be very quick, but I need to refill the tub."

"Do so."

Joanne rinsed out the tub with the hand held showerhead and then cranked the hot water. "It will take five minutes, lord."

"What will I do in the meantime. I am greasy all over."

"Greasy, everywhere, my lord." Joanne made a sly and very wicked grin. Mark knew she had made an implication, but he wasn't sure what.

The mature woman moved close to the young man, slipped her hand between the folds of his towel and cupped his balls. "Everywhere, my lord?" Her hand slid up the length of his now oily shaft. "I have an idea of how to kill time while we wait for the tub to fill."

"I bet you do." Mark was getting the idea. Still naked, Joanne bent over, arms resting on the lip of the toilet. "I await your pleasure, lord." She spread her legs showing both pink areas of entrance.

Mark had never done something like this before. Merry seemed to think it wasn't that unusual. Mark whipped off his towel and pointed his spear at the point above the pussy. Slowly pushed it in. It took a while for it to get the idea and really get hard, but it soon went in easily enough, but you wouldn't know it from Joanne's reaction. "Damn, you are so huge. It hurts. No don't stop. Damn its like a horses'. Keep...ugh! Going, ugh." She arched her back. "Damn. I'm seeing stars. I am so full. Is that it?"

"No only half way."

"You're joking."

Mark proved he wasn't.

"Ughughuuuuuu. That's so good. Better than your father."

"What?" Mark pushed a little farther in.

"I said you're better, bigger than your father. Don't stop. Keep, ugh.. going."

In the end, Mark couldn't get it all in, but Joanne did not mind. The bath oils lubricated her nicely and Mark shoved and pulled in and out of her. Mark could see the appeal. The anus certainly was tight. But decided he preferred the luxurious feel of a nice juicy pussy. His mother emitted musky scent as she began to grunt with more frequency.

Mark sped his thrusts up and Joanne went into orbit. Her throws were punctuated by loud grunts and cried of "Yes." The grunts came faster and faster. Mark grew into the heat of the moment. He grabbed handfuls of her ass cheeks and slapped his balls against her ass. He could feel the churning seething mass in his sack getting ready to release. When he came, he thrust himself into his mother as far as anatomy permitted and spewed his sperm into bowels. Joanne came as well, practically ripping off Mark's dick with her throws.

Done, he withdrew. Joanne wiped up the cum dripping down her thigh and Mark turned off the water. It was high enough.

He sat into it and washed the shit smell off of it. Joanne looked on, wondering what to do now. Mark grabbed his dick with his right hand and silently invited her in and on. Joanne returned the lust, turned her back to Mark and pegged herself (pussy this time) on her son's big cock. Joanne's big experienced pussy without complaint. Mark wrapped his hands around her chest and played with her tits.

Joanne reveled in the situation. She had just gotten the best penetration of her life, her pussy was full, he tits were getting twirled and she sat soaking in a hot bath with the man she loved most in the world. She leaned back and Mark sucked at the nape of her neck.

"Mark, darling, what do you want? What can your servant mother give you?"

"I don't know. What do you want?"

"I want my perfect boy to have every pretty girl in town."

"I don't know, mom."

Suzy knocked and entered, "Mother. There is a phone call. Somebody about counseling."