Title: What About Love
Keywords: mF, inc, mom, son, mdom, spank, bond, mat
Author: Caesar
Summary: Returning home to find his mother in a very bad way after his parents divorce, he realizes that he must take control of her to save her.




The Reverend Henry Ward Beecher
Called a girl a most elegant creature.
        So she laid on her back
        And, exposing her crack,
Said, "Fuck that, you old Sunday School Teacher!"

 

What About Love

by Caesar, copyright 2003

$Revision: 1.6 $ $Date: 2007-12-02 07:47:46 $

The door to my childhood home was unlocked - which was odd for six
o'clock Sunday morning.

I stepped into the house that I grew up in, but it looked nothing like
my memories.  Dropping my overnight bag next to me, forgotten before
it hit the floor, I stood in the foyer and stared at the mess about
me.  Every corner had crumpled paper, dust balls... there was months
of newspapers haphazardly pilled next to the door... various boots and
shoes thrown against the hallway wall.

Taking only a few steps I stood in the entrance to the huge living
room and starred in shock.  It was obvious that there had been a party
the night before - it was also obvious that there had been other
parties... months of neglect so that the once-proud room stunk like
the cigarettes and alcohol that littered the room.  There was even
discarded clothing strewn about - jeans over the stained couch, pink
cotton panties beneath the garbage covered glass coffee-table, a silk
blouse a mere meter before me on the hardwood floor.

I shouted, "Mom?"

A year ago dad had left mom and I, months latter the divorce was
final.  It was typical that he had left mom for a much younger woman,
girl really, that had half the intelligence of my mother but a much
larger breast size.  He drove a convertible sports car now and was
constantly trying to be my friend... wanting to 'hang out'.

Fuck off dad.

The thing is; it devastated mother.  She never saw it coming and when
it did, it shattered, what she thought, was her happy life.  Since I
still lived at home those early weeks of the separation; I remember a
crazy flow of emotions from her.  From anger so real that it scared me
to sadness that debilitated her completely.  Suddenly, her 'happy'
middle-class life ended and she suddenly became the 'ex-wife'.
Desperation set in and mother asked me to move out, which I was glad
to do... the place was overbearing with emotions and memories, and
then she tried to turn into someone she was not, to entice her husband
back home.

Of course it did not work - but I knew that dad frequently dropped by
during that time.  Once I sat in my car a hundred meters from my home
and watched him come out of the house, checking his belt buckle,
before getting into his convertible and roaring off down the road.  I
entered the house to find mother looking all flighty and wearing a big
grin.  I knew what they had been doing and it disgusted me - not from
the knowledge that my parents were having sex but that I knew, even if
mother did not, that dad was just wetting his dick and that it never
mattered to him.  Call it a guy-thing, but mother was just an
easy-fuck for dad.

Mother found out soon enough; when the legal papers arrived for the
divorce and dad refused to even take her calls, let alone visit her
again.

Or so I thought.

Even from University, a thousand kilometres away, I found out from
others that mother had become totally introverted, hiding away in her
bedroom for weeks on end.  And then the news, from friends,
stopped... but mothers calls made it sound as if she were returning to
normal, that she was spending her divorce money, and that she was
happy.

Since it is relevant; mother called once a week, usually during a
weeknight, and on one call I asked, "Are you seeing anyone mom?"

Her forced-gaiety, forced because she was always serious since the
divorce, ended and she soberly answered, "No one serious."  The call
ended right after that.  The tone of her voice puzzled me, and I can
still recall that conversation with clarity.

I walked into the kitchen and found the same dismal condition; this
time the counters were stacked with old pizza boxes, containers from
all the local favourite take-out places.

Seeing the shape that my childhood home was in caused the anger within
me to build.  I had come home by a phone call since my best friend
from high school, his younger sister that always had a crush on me,
had phoned and told me some of the most horrific things that I thought
I would ever hear.  Things that mother was doing to men and women of
our town - things that middle-aged women did not do... else they run
the risk of becoming a town-whore.  From what my friend's sister told
me, mom was not charging anyone - but she would spread her legs at any
time, to do anything.  I guess that would mean she was the town slut
instead!

Truthfully I did not believe it - thus the reason for my unannounced
and sudden visit.  Mother was the role model for middle-aged
upper-middle-class ladies.  She worried what the neighbours thought,
she went to church, always wore dresses, never swore, volunteered at
several church or neighbourhood functions... I could go on forever.

There was another reason that I thought the claim false, my mother was
now in her middle-forties, but even ten years ago no one would ever
say she was beautiful.  She was rather petite with a soft curvy body,
common but I would say attractive face and had always looked her age.

I just could not see my mother as a town slut!

Like a magnet I was drawn up the stairs and down the hallway toward
the open doorway of my mothers bedroom.  The room that mother and
father shared for most of my life.  The hallway carpet was dirty,
dusty and had bits of food and garbage pushed to the sides... and it
felt like a kilometre walk.  I knew, before I reached the room, that
mother was home... but my thought process tried hard not to process
more than that.

Then I stood in the doorway to the master bedroom - my mothers bedroom
and immediately saw that my parent was home.

She lay upon her very messy and dirty bed, sleeping with a light
snore, upon her side and curled in a fetal position.  Mother was
wearing only a single black stocking that I noticed, had several runs
and had slipped almost to her knee.  Her previous short-sensible brown
hair was now much longer and platinum white... but very messy and even
looked like it may have knots.  I saw rope bound over one wrist, the
other end loose... but my eyes trailed to the corners of the bed to
see three more rope knots still tied to the bed.  I could see that
mothers soft curvy body was gone, instead she looked almost
emancipated - thin... used.

My eyes looked upon her pale skin for the first time in my life -
nudity in the house I grew up was non-existent.  There was bruises on
the inside and back of her legs, her ass was black and blue.  Almost
alien I saw that the nails of her toes and fingers were bright red,
but the polish was cracking.  Though she was facing away from me I
could see something that caught my eye, as being out of place.  It was
the very large breasts hanging from my own mothers chest - they were
huge!  Mother had always been small in the chest - so that I did not
have to had seen her naked to know these had to be fake.

Looking closely at the skin of her raised ass cheek, of her breasts
and even her thighs - I could see a dried substance that I immediately
understood what it was.

I tore my eyes from my mothers slumbering, soiled, body and looked at
the shape of her bedroom.  There was no reason why this room should be
any better than elsewhere in the house - and it wasn't.  There was a
box of condoms - looking much less than the gross that the writing on
the box promised.  There was clothing everywhere - mens and women's.
Old plates and glasses - some with so much dust that I could not see
through the familiar glass.  There was a plastic garbage by the door
that I stood in and I had to look away immediately, realizing that it
contained dozens, perhaps many more, of soiled condoms.  There was an
open drawer that was filled will dildos and vibrators, leather
harnesses that I had no idea of their usage.  Behind mother, on the
mess of her bed, was the two ping-pong paddles from the table in the
basement - those explained mothers abused bottom.  In the corner by
the private bathroom door stood a solid looking tripod, but with no
camera attached.  There was a large television here, with two video
players on the top of it - the unit was facing the foot of the bed.

Everything about the house, this room and especially mother screamed
to me to run away.  Simply go back to school and pretend like this
visit never happened - say nothing to mother over the phone.  There
seemed little chance that she would invite me for a visit and I must
discourage any such thought.

But then, before a decision was made, I heard the doorbell ring from
downstairs.

Mother heard it as well - shifting slowly onto her back and stretching
her legs and arms lazily.  I was facing her feet and could not help
but look at the place between mothers thighs - shocked that there was
not a single hair between her legs.  Though I could see the thick
outer labia and the pink inner lips peaking out, as if sticking a
tongue out at me.

When my eyes moved back up to mother's face I stood shocked to see her
looking back at me.

From downstairs a playful-shout, "Martha?  Come on down honey... I
have something for ya!"  The voice was familiar but I could not
quickly place it - and had no time to consider it further.

"Todd... I did not know you were coming home today?"  She still
sounded like 'mother', perhaps an octave lower and raspy, but she
certainly bore little resemblance to the woman that I knew and loved.

As mom sat up onto her elbows, I could not help but notice that her
very large balloon-like breasts did not loose their shape upon her
chest as she moved.

I did not know what to say; mother did not even close her legs and sat
lewdly before me with her feet spread a meter apart.

Less playful this time, "Come on Martha... I have to get home before
Gloria misses me?"

Mother offered, "That would be Glen."

From next door?  He was over sixty for god sake!  I used to cut their
lawn, his wife would make the ice tea that I sold on my street-side
box when I was a kid.

"He likes to come over before church."  Mother was stating this so
commonly that it felt like I had stepped through the mirror into a
different reality.  A dream perhaps?

Unfortunately not.

With weary movements, my parent rolled to the edge of the bed, sat
up... tenderly removed the rope from her one wrist, bent over to
remove the torn stocking and then stood.  She did not even look at me
as she walked carefully through the doorway into her private bathroom.

With guilt I continued to stare at her naked body until she
disappeared.  She looked completely different - gone was the round
softness, the gentle curves.  What was left was a thin woman, with her
ribs even showing, the curves now almost coarse - about her hips and
waist.  But those huge breasts swung hypnotically upon her chest and I
saw that her ass still had enough flesh to give it a womanly curve.

Mom shouted out from the bathroom, "Not today Glen... Todd is home!"

With the bathroom door open, I could hear mother urinate and then
brush her teeth.  From downstairs I heard the front door open and
close quickly - evidently Glen did not want to welcome me home.

In record time mother walked out of the bathroom, still completely
naked, but I saw that she had washed the dried sperm from her face and
breasts.  Yet she could not wash the wearily puffy eyes that now
looked at me soberly.

"I wish you would have called before coming home Todd."

She walked over to the dresser and dug in a pile of clothing and came
out with a pack of cigarettes.  Mother took one and lit it as if she
had been doing this all her life... while I remembered my mom as a
woman that could not stand the smell of tobacco smoke, let alone
smoke.

"When you going back to University?  Or did you drop out?"

She snapped her fingers before her face when the silence lasted
minutes, "Earth to Todd?"

"Mom...?"

She interrupted, taking a large inhale of her cigarette prior to
speaking, "Relax honey, I don't bite.  Go sit there."  She pointed
with her free hand at the foot of the bed.

Like an automation I moved as directed, trying hard to ignore the
stains... new and old... on the bedding as I sat down.  Beneath my
foot, I saw, was a discarded and empty looking tube of KY jelly.

Mother took one more drag and then dropped the cigarette into a
half-filled glass on the dresser.  She then strode over to the foot of
the bed, before me, and then after a brief pause climbed up so that
she straddled my lap.  My head was between those huge fake breasts
while she wiggled her lap upon my crotch, as if to get comfortable.

"Mom!"  I pushed my face from between her breasts and fell back onto
my elbows looking up at my mothers unfriendly-smirk.

"Whats the matter Todd... I am sure you have enough time to fuck your
mommy!"  Again she wiggled her hips, but this time the aim was better
and I knew she was grinding her hairless vagina directly over my
crotch.

Mom's hands slipped down and started to undo my pants - she did it so
deftly, I knew she had lots of practise.  Almost a whisper I feebly
argued, "Mom...no!"

Mother giggled without any happiness, "I know all boys want to fuck
their mommies!  Half your friends from school like to call me mommy
when I fuck them!"

It was when her cool hand slipped into my open pants and beneath my
boxer shorts and I felt it grasp my half-hard penis did I jump and put
some passion into my defence.  Mother immediately feel next to me on
the bed from her perch on my lap and her hand was yanked from my
underwear.

"God damn it Todd!"  She lay on her side glaring at me.

Quickly I stood, since I realized I was laying on that disgusting bed
while my mother lay so close to me that I could almost feel the heat
of her skin.  I could still feel the heat of her sex - where it had
ground into my covered crotch - in embarrassment.

"Do you want to fuck me or not?"  She sounded rather angry with me
just then and I wondered if it was because I did not allow her to
'fuck' me.

 -*-

My senses were near overload, my conscious felt as if it was about to
break under the pressure.  Not only had I been warned what I would
find when I returned home - that warning could never communicate the
vileness of what my mother had turned into!

I was disgusted and nauseous - and turned to half-run, half-stumble
from my parents room.  I could feel mothers cold eyes upon me until I
stumbled down the stairs and out of her sight.  I ran right back into
the living room to find two of my high school friends sitting in
chairs reading dirty, and half destroyed, magazines.

They looked up in surprise at the abrupt entrance and then even more
so when they realized it was I.  Both looked down at my open pants at
the same time - the astonished looks turning quickly to knowing
smirks.

"Hey man - when did you get back?"

"Shit, it looks like you started a party without us.  Mind if we join
in?"

What?

They both stood and looked past me before I heard the noise of someone
stepping on crumpled paper behind me.  I spun to see my mother wearing
a terry-cloth dirty robe, untied so that she revealed her full frontal
nudity to all three of us, stepping down the stairs.  She mumbled,
"Hello boys", and then kept walking right past us down the hallway to
the kitchen.

I followed her with my eyes and I realized something that I should
have seen earlier - mother looked like she had lost her soul, dead
inside and I suddenly felt very sorry for her.

Behind me one of my old friends laughed, "I hope all her holes are
ready for us!"  The other laughed maliciously.

I spun back toward them, "Get out!"  My voice was full of venom and
contained a definitive threat.  The two guys looked at me with a
startled look, one that turned to surprise and then nervous fear.

"Hey, we didn't mean any harm buddy...!"

"Yea... its not like our first time with your mom Todd...!"

I started to stride toward them - thankfully they had the wisdom to
turn and run from my mothers home, else I am not sure what I was
capable of at that moment.  I followed them to the front door and then
slammed it shut behind them, locking it firmly, as soon as they were
out of sight.

Striding with a new found purpose I went into the kitchen to find
mother scrambling eggs in a frying pan with a half burned cigarette
hanging from her lips.  She only briefly looked up at my entrance and
asked, her smoke dancing between her thin lips, "Want some eggs
honey?"

I did not hesitate but strode up and yanked the burning cigarette from
her mouth - throwing it into the dirty sink a meter away.

She frowned in anger but did not say a word for several seconds, "So
its going to be that way is it?  You want to be the man and order your
mom around huh?"  The open robe that hung from her shoulders suddenly
slipped down past her body to bundle at her feet - again mother was
completely naked before me.  A seductive smile came to her lips - one
that held no warmth at all.  In a little girl voice, "Perhaps mommy
needs her baby to give her a good spanking?"  She bent at the waist
and arched her back so that her teardrop shaped backside faced toward
me.

I could not help but notice that her buttocks were very attractive and
in her current position could see right down to the pink wrinkled
muscle of her anus.

It took some self control to look back up into my mothers somber eyes,
"Mom - what happened to you?"

She immediately stood back up and faced the frying pan and the eggs.
"I have no idea what you mean honey?"  Her voice was cold - distant.

Waving at the disgusting mess about the kitchen, "The house for
one...?"

She interrupted and mumbled, "The fucking maid comes tomorrow."  I
could tell she was lying and she did not seem to care.

"... and what about the men...?"

She shrugged and then turned off the dial to the burner - lifting the
pan and carrying it over to the table.  Mother started to eat right
out of the frying pan - using a dirty fork she found beneath a pile of
old used dishes on the table before her.

"Did you have some kind of nervous breakdown or something?"

Mother looked at me firmly for a brief second and then started to
laugh as if that was the funniest thing she had heard in a very long
time.  Suddenly she stopped Laughton, "Just leave it alone Todd.  You
would not understand!"  There was desperation in her voice, pain and I
was thankful that I got something out of her that seemed a shadow of
her old self.

Though a part of me wanted to retreat from this house, run as fast as
I could, I could never do that to my mother.  I pushed a pile of pizza
boxes off the chair next to mothers and sat down.  "Why don't you try
me mom?"

She eyed me wearily, eating her eggs without even looking down at the
pan, and then coldly replied, "It took almost forty years but I
finally learnt that the only worth that men find in me is based on
fucking."  She aimed the fork at me threateningly, "When it cames
right down to it - the only thing men want from me is sex."

I sat silent, digesting what mother had said, and agreed with her -
that I did not truly understand.  Perhaps I could never understand but
I resolved to try.

The pan was suddenly empty of its contents and mother shoved it onto
the table before her, among months of other refuse.

"No one really fucking cares if I live or die - only if I will spread
my legs for them."

I could not let that pass, "I care mom?"

Her head spun and her eyes shot toward me, "Do you?  Do you really?"

I nodded affirmatively.

"Did you think I did not notice how you looked at me when you were a
teenager Todd?  How you always managed to drop your fork beneath this
very table whenever I wore a loose skirt.  Or that my dirty panties
would go missing... for days at a time.  And that hole you bored
through the drywall from your closet into the bathroom?"

My face burned with sudden shame - and the adolescent fantasies and
desires welled back up within me.

"If you had come home today and found everything just as it was - me
not looking like a slut that just came from a ten-man train - and I
asked you to 'make love' to me", she said those words with something
bordering on contempt, "do you really think you would not jump at the
chance?"

Was it true what she said - probably yes.  Years ago, just starting
adolescence, I did spy upon the only woman in our home - finding her
attractive and sexy.  There was also the thrill of discovery of one's
sexuality - of those early fumbling masturbation sessions - and how
the thoughts of my mother and I having sex were so naughty they were
also delicious.  It had been my greatest secret - something I thought
no one else alive knew and it was certainly not something I was going
to reveal to anyone... ever.  Mom knew all along though and that was
too much to consider in the moments since she had revealed my most
telling secret.

"Well I have learnt my lesson Todd and now any man that wants me can
have me.  That includes you?"

She spoke that last sentence as a question, her thighs spreading so
that the white skin of her pubic region was visible - the dark pink of
her inner labia peaking out, yet again, toward me.

Mother suddenly slide to the floor and to her knees, her hands
reaching out to me.  My still open jeans were pulled wide and her
hands pulled out my soft member.  As she started to lean forward I
jerked my body upright, to stand above her.  Mother froze, not
understanding my move, until I walked away from her - toward the sink.
My dick bouncing before me comically.

I asked from across the room, mother sighing as she pushed her body
back up into her chair, "What about 'love' mom?"

"'Love'!"  She spat out the word, disgust and anger rising visibly
within her.  "Look what 'love' has gotten me so far in this life?  A
husband that hates the sight of me... but wait, he still likes to jack
off onto the face he hates so much.  What about the boys back in high
school - that told me they 'loved' me just so that they could fuck me.
And I bet that you never knew your 'loving' grandfather could not keep
his hands to himself - telling me how much he 'loved' me as he spanked
and then finger fucked my ass or cunt at least once a week.  Don't
forget the cocks that use me now - almost all tell me how much they
'love' to fuck me, or 'love' how I suck their cocks, or 'love' how my
ass or cunt seems to milk the come from their balls."  Through mothers
rapid verbal diatribe, her voice had risen so that she was standing in
the middle of the kitchen screaming at me.  What she had said, the
things and images that she had revealed caused sorrow within me and I
felt like I suddenly knew more about my mother than all the years we
lived together.

She was breathing heavily, glaring at me - daring me to question her
logic, to tell her that she was wrong.  Instead, after a lengthy
pause, I half-whispered - fearing the response, "I love you mom."

Instead of the vicious verbal attack that I expected mother suddenly
brought up her hands to cover her face and started to sob loudly.  Her
whole body heaved and her stomach jerked as the tears flowed from
between her fingers and she sunk slowly to the dirty tile floor.

That was when I realized that what I can come home too was not mother,
the new woman that she had become - but some facade forced from her.

After at least several minutes I stepped forward and slipped my arm
beneath her knees, the other about her shoulders, and lifted her.
Though she had lost much of her weight, she was still heavy enough
that every second was work.  She immediately wrapped her arms about my
neck and sobbed into my shoulder - her torso heaving violently in my
arms.

As I had expected, or to be more precise, prayed, my old bedroom was
not as disgusting as the rest of the house.  Oh certainly the bed
looked like it had been used every night for a year, and it probably
has, I went right past it into the disused, cold, private bathroom
that used to be mine.  The dried vomit near the toilet was so old it
gave off no smell - and besides that I could see no other signs of
abuse to the room... other than neglect.

I set mother into the deep tub and turned on the hot water - scalding
hot.  As the tub filled mother eventually stopped sobbing, but the
tears continued to flow, and she just starred at the wall as if in a
coma.  When I finally turned off the water, the tub was near
overflowing.  I found new soap beneath the sink and worked up a good
lather in my hands.  Kneeling beside the tub I began to wash every
centimetre of my mothers body.  Trying very hard to distance myself
from the feel of her smooth skin or the strange feel of her new
breasts and especially from the smooth crotch and the crack of her
ass.  I worked quickly but thoroughly until she was clean.

Since I was that awkward teenager, so many years before, I had learnt
many things about life and about relationships.  I knew before leaving
home that mother was not a strong person and relied on my father for
moral and physical support - and knew within the cold distant woman
that I found an hour earlier still had the same qualities within.

When she broke down in tears in the kitchen after I told her that I
still loved her, I knew then that I was the weak link in this hard new
shell that mother had adopted.  She had to know that I did love her
unconditionally - she also knew that I had lusted after her body years
before but was now denying her advances.  Did she attempt to seduce me
only to prove her only point that men only wanted one thing?

What if they wanted more than just one thing but they wanted it all?
Was there any place in mothers theory for that eventuality?

Now, don't believe that I have imagined mother and I in incestuous
bliss all these years.  In fact, I do not think I have even considered
it since the first girl that I felt-up beneath her brassier.  Yet I
did love my mother and I do, still, find her attractive.

Watching her all those years, how she found pleasure in doing the
simplest thing for my father - I knew that within my own mother was a
young girl yearning for acceptance, love and shelter.  She needed a
man to take care of her - to always be there for her and with her.
For that I believed mother was ready to do anything - and had seen it
prior to my parents breaking up.

I've dated many girls in the years since puberty shifted my awareness
and I have never found a girl to be the perfect woman like dear old
mom.  Yes, I wanted a woman just like dad had - someone that lived to
please, who loved and trusted me impeccably, yet whom was intelligent
and strong-willed.

Father had been an idiot and threw it away - and mothers desires had
warped her personality to this slut that I found a short while ago.
If one man could not give her what she craved then any man can take
what they wanted.

Mother was the perfect submissive - born to be dominated by a loving
and strong man.  Failing that in her life, she allowed all men to
dominate and use her.

That had to change.

Or did it?

Mother watched me as I used a clean towel, found also beneath the
sink, to dry her body as she stood before the tub.  I dried every
centimetre of her person - even between her legs and her round fake
breasts.

Then, after she was dry I lead her by a hand back to her room and saw
her looking at the messy soiled bed and at the crotch of my jeans.
Her expectation obvious, she expected me to fuck her now.  Instead I
found, what looked like, a clean cotton white panty and a moderately
clean over-sized tee-shirt that could not be hers.  "Put these on
mom."  She did, without a word and her gaze at me now contained
unvoiced questions.

She finally asked in a small voice, "What are we going to do Todd?"

I stopped what I was doing in her closet and turned toward her, "Do?
You and I are going to clean this house up mom.  It will take more
than one day - but we can at least dump all the garbage out."  She
frowned at me but did not say a word.

We found a box of hefty garbage bags in the basement and for the next
several hours we removed the refuse from every room in my mothers
home.  Not a word was spoken from either of us - but I nodded and
grunted at her if an instruction needed to be passed.  She was never
out of my sight.

 -*-

That was only the first hours of some very trying days.  From denying
her male visitors or phone calls - to scrubbing every disgusting inch
of my childhood home - to even throwing out my mothers bed.  We
shopped for food together and I would sit and watch her cook for me.
We shopped for clothing as well - she accepting everything that I
chose for her with barely a word.  I chose what she dressed in the
morning and even accompanied her to the bathroom - discretely turning
my back while she sat and did her business.

Mother eyed me suspiciously but did not object to anything I did in
those first days.  I, on the other hand, considered the position that
I had put myself in.  Mother was a submissive by nature - of that I
was very sure of.  She was also a woman and had admitted that her
needs were important to her - yet it was also the power that men used
against her.  After the first week I realized why she kept looking at
me that way - mother expected me to simply get up and leave her... it
was what men did with women like her.  It has been proved time and
again throughout her life, even from the men she thought loved her,
let alone the scum that she had settled for in the last months.

The personal hurdle that I had to consider, and possibly accept, was
that my life may always include my mother.  I am not talking about
calling her up every week for a chat - thats what we had since I left
for University.  She needed more.  Mother needed a man as her dominant
half - to love and control her passion as well as her mind and
especially her heart.

So you see that I was in an impossible situation - one that a son that
loves his mother has a difficult time to accept.  To distance myself,
or in other words let her run our own separate lives, would lead her
back to those destructive ways that I recently found her in.  To
accept her in my life, taking a dominate role would place me in a rare
position of power and control over the woman that had borne me.
Society would call it incest, but perhaps love and survival was
closer.

To accept mother in my life would mean that she becomes my slave - for
life!

It was the tenth day since my arrival when our strained relationship
peaked.  Mother looked at the short skirt, blouse and heels that I had
set out for her on her new bed.  Which, by the way, was now placed in
my old room - as I had assumed her room since that first night.
Mother just blinked three times and then coldly asked, "If you want to
fuck me Todd - we don't have to play this little domestic game?"

"'Game' mother?"

She smirked knowingly and then nodded at the short skirt and the new
heels on the bed before us.  It was the first pieces of clothing that
was attractive rather than dowdy and comfortable.

"You must be in a rush to get back to school and your young
girlfriends Todd?  Why don't we just spend the night in bed fucking so
that you can go back to school with a smile on your face tomorrow
morning?"

It was a test, of course.

And if you, the reader, had understood anything you must know how
tempting the offer was.  Spend the night enjoying the fantasies of my
early pubescence and then tomorrow it would be back to my normal life
and mother can go and do whatever the hell she wants.

The minute of silence spoke volumes to mother and with her smirk
frozen on her face she effortlessly removed her over-sized gray
sweatshirt and then her loose-fitting jeans.  Then with only three
strides mother was standing before me, on her toes, and wrapped her
arms about my neck to pull my face down so that our noses touched.  "I
know you love me honey so why don't you let me show you how much mommy
appreciates it!"

At that point her dainty pointed tongue came out from her mouth and
licked my lips slowly.

In the ten days since I had arrived mother and I have spent all our
time together, I had watched the bruises and abuse of her body heal
before my eyes - leaving her a thin tiny attractive middle-aged woman.

I did not know it at that moment but when I pulled her arms from about
my neck and gently pushed her back toward her bed and the laid out
clothing - I was making a decision that would affect the rest of our
lives.

In a rather firm voice, "Put your clothing on mother!"

I saw surprise and then frustration and then resignation pass through
mothers gaze before she sighed and turned to dress.  It took only
seconds and I turned to leave, knowing that she followed me out of
habit and also from the sounds of her heels on the hardwood floor.

I went to my room - or rather, mother's old room - and sat down on the
large chest at its foot.  A spark rekindled in mother's eyes and the
smirk reappeared when I grunted, "Lift your skirt to your waist mom."

Without a seconds thought, my mother thinking she was right about men
and me in particular, yanked her skirt to her waist leaving her bare
from the waist to her high heels.  Since that day I had returned home
- I never told mother to wear a bra over those very firm fake breasts.
Likewise - I ordered her to keep the place between her legs hairless
and rarely told her to wear panties.

Her hairless pubic region was a mere meter away from me and I could
not help but visually devour it before giving her my next instruction,
"Over my knee mom."

Still wearing that knowing smirk she glided toward me while stating,
"Of course honey."  While her lips smiled I could see that a life had
left her eyes, a part of her soul had vacated her as she effortlessly
dropped over my lap.  There was no doubt that mother had lots of
practise in this position - she had even admitted that her own father
weekly spanked her thus.

Mother is a petite woman and so she weighted next to nothing - this
allowed her to hang on my lap with both her feet and shoulders hanging
to either side without touching the floor.

I placed my hand upon the warm smooth skin of my own mother's buttock.
In the last ten days I have touched her much more intimately and in a
frequency that should have pleased me - but this was different.  This
was not washing her body, this was not holding her as she cried.  No,
this was in preparation for a spanking - the likes of which I have
never given.  Thats right - mother is to be my first.  And so as I
grasped her ass in my hand I felt a surge of power and knew that my
decision was made... that mother was now mine, for better or worse.

Thus began a rain of slaps on her skin that caused it to turn a bright
red and to bounce about on my lap.  I alternated each hit from one
cheek to the next as mother jerked and gasped at each strike.  The
memory of that paddle found on the bed with my mothers bruised body
flashed back to the forefront of my consciousness.  Remembering the
harsh admission that her own father liked to spank her - to shove his
fingers in her body.

There was something else that I realized as I punished my mother -
that she needed even this attention.  That, to her submissive mind,
this was a form of love.  She liked how my grandfather used to hit her
on a weekly basis - needing even the follow up of his finger inside
her body.  Oh sure she thought she knew I would do this and then leave
her - but she also knew that while I was with her, spanking or
otherwise, it was a form of love.  And that, ultimately, was what
mother was searching for - her whole life.  Father was supposed to be
the man to whom was the sole person in her life - the dominant to her
submissive nature.  Their breakup was a crushing blow to her in more
ways than simply a marriage vow.

As I continued to spank my mothers flesh - she jerked about upon my
lap while gasping, not so much in pain as in pleasure, while a new
smell came drifting up from between her legs.

It was only when my hand was numb, aching, that I stopped - my
breathing laboured but my eyes glued to mothers backside.  I could
actually see the slick dampness of the skin of mothers upper-inside
thighs and could feel the tension still in the body upon my lap.  Her
ass was abused to the point that I began to hate myself - that I
should hurt my own parent, give her pain in a place that I knew was
symbolic of more than just a simple punishment.

My hand slipped lower down so that the tips of my fingers slipped down
into that slippery soft flesh of her thighs.  Immediately, but slowly
and very erotically, mother arched her backside up.  The crevice of
her ass cheeks spread and even the smooth outer labia of her sex could
be easily seen, as the inner pink folds seemed to glow and pulsate
before my eyes.

Before I realized what I was doing my hand slide back up and between
those slick thighs and my index finger slid along the length of my own
mother's vagina, my thumb pressing against her tight rectal muscle.

Mother rotated her hips so that her erotic crevice stimulated itself
against my finger, the thumb pressing partially into her ass hole.
She groaned loudly in passion, her breathing laboured but anxious.

Finger fucked her ass or cunt after each spanking - is what she told
me about her own father.  It was not expected of me but it was what
any other man, in her past experience, would do.  It was what I dearly
wanted to do as well!

In the girls that I've been intimate with in the years since loosing
my virginity, none came close to how passionate mother was at that
very moment.  She did not need to seduce me - her own submissive
seductiveness stole our mutual reasoning nearly clean away.

When any man looked mothers way, she interpreted that as love - her
body, mind and soul yearning for love.  She needed it like I needed
air to breath.  This was the only time she felt like a woman - felt
desirable and loved.  It did not matter, at this moment in time, that
she guessed I would discard her - like all the others - when I was
done with her.  If she did, she would be hurt, force it down inside
her and then fall in 'love' with the next man that unzipped his pants
in her direction.

My grandfather had been faced with his own daughter - panting on his
lap and wiggling her ass against his hand.  He had slipped his fingers
within my mothers body and probably even brought her to climax - then
had a week, before the next encounter, to question his own dark soul.

This all flashed through my head as my mother rotated herself against
my still fingers.  My thumping heart almost stopped and my soul raged
at me as I lifted my hand from my parents body.  "Get up mother."

Mom did not move right away - but turned her head to look at me with a
frown.  Her eyes were glazed, her face red and sweaty - and she looked
surprised that I could deny myself the pleasures of, at least, a
finger or two in her hot wet ready body.

She only saw a hard look returned.  It was not anger toward her that
tightened my brow but anger directed toward myself, that I should give
up such a memorable moment in my life.

With careful movements mother slipped from my lap and stood upon her
trembling knees - and I worried that she would fall to the floor and
hurt herself.

"The spanking was for suggesting that I would use you and then just
leave mother.  Never make that assumption again!"

Mother's eyes widened, possibly from reading between my words - that I
was to stay in her life.

"Now come here and kiss me mother.  Properly this time!"  I was
referring to her attempt at seduction a short while ago - when she had
licked my lips.

Spreading my knees so that she could stand between then, mother bent
at the waist and brought her lips to my own.  Perhaps she was still
stunned that I had not continued with, what she thought, was the
inevitable conclusion to her spanking - but her kiss was lacking.  Her
lips were moist, full and very warm as they pressed against my own.
Yet her kiss was amateurish and almost maternal - as if I was kissing
my dead-and-buried grandmother.

In those few seconds of her kiss my hands had rose and grasped that
tight skirt to draw it back down her smooth thighs.  Mother could not
help but groan slightly as my hand slid down her sexy legs and them
whimpered in loss when she realized I was only helping her dress.

I pulled my face away and grunted, "I would have thought with all the
men in your life you could kiss better than that?"  I did not wait for
an answer.  "Lets go downstairs and make supper mom."

Her extreme disappointment was obvious on her face and in her eyes.

As I followed mom down to the kitchen I realized that my cruel comment
may be valid.  How many men wanted to kiss a whore, or a slut, on the
mouth.

 -*-

Mom could not understand why I had not taken her spanking to the next
step - to finger bang her or throw her on the bed for a fast hard
fuck.  Every man in her life had, or would have, done so.  She knew I
loved her but she could not grasp why I had not used her body like so
many before me had.

Mother, immediately after her spanking, started to act different with
me.  Small private smiles directed toward me, the fluttering of eye
lashes and the frequent touching of her body against my own - told me
that she was pulling out all the guns to get her little boy to fuck
her, to prove to me as well as to her that I was just like every man
in her life.

I asked myself why I just didn't fuck her brains out - that did not
mean that I was going to leave.  Hell, I had surmised that mother had
to have a man who was her sexual-centre in her life else that man did
not 'love' her enough.  That was the warped reasoning that I faced.

Yet to succumb to mother's obvious sexual attractiveness and take her
for a tumble - before she realized that I was not any other man but
her son and I was never going to give her up - then I would have
failed.  Her mind was still in a defensive-mode after the divorce and
so, sex between us was not a little matter.

Therefore I was in a sexual hell!

Mother had to have felt the raging hard-on in my jeans as I struck her
ass - she had to know how much I enjoyed punishing her as well.
Telling her to get off my lap was one of the toughest things I have
ever done.  Yet to win my mother back to her sanity, to give her back
a semblance of a life - though as my personal slave - she had to know
that I was attracted to her, she had to know that I liked to look on
her body, frequently.  Yet it was tough - extremely so!

We went shopping frequently, as I replaced her whole wardrobe.  The
clothing, after her punishment, became much more sexier.  There was no
word spoken about it - but I would just pick up stockings, in various
colours and styles, and she would smile and accept them.

One incident stands out while shopping that may be interesting to
recount.

There was only one saleswoman on duty and she came over to help us.
My mom handed her a half-dozen skirts that I had chosen for her and
then she handed over three plastic bags, each with a white pair of
lace stockings.  I was standing right next to my mother when she
calmly stated, "My son must like my legs."  It was directed at the
short chubby, but cute, saleslady.

The young woman, approximately my own age, laughed it off nervously -
while stealing a glance at me.  It was not an outrageous comment - but
a little odd perhaps.  The cute little woman gave me a sudden blink of
her eyes and smiled privately for me.  I saw - but so did mother.

"Tell me dear", mother asked while holding up skirt as if appraising
it, "do you find my son attractive?"

I reached out and squeezed mother's forearm in warning - but she
ignored it.  The cute little thing's smile widened toward me before
turning her 'customer relations' smile back at mother and answered,
"You have a very attractive son madam."

Mother laughed lightly - but I did not hear any humour in it at all
and so mentally cringed for what was about to happen.

Mom suddenly turned her gaze toward the little chubby saleswoman and
her smile disappeared, "It seems my son will not fuck me - no matter
how much I beg.  Perhaps you are more his style dear?  Would you mind
all of us going in the back and I could watch you fuck my darling
boy?"

The sales woman's face lost all colour and her mouth dropped open
comically - though there was nothing humorous about what mother just
said.  "Mother!"  My voice was hash and a threatening.

Mother did not seemed to take the hint.  "Oh my - I guess this means
he will spank me again.  The problem is, I get so hot when he spanks
me that I could get off with a wink and a smile.  My son does not seem
to care though.  Perhaps you would consent to just giving my son a
blow job while I watched?"

That was it - I yanked mother by her arm and grumbled, "Leave the
clothes mother!"  I dragged her from the store and out to our car
where I sat in anger-filled silence until we arrived home.  As soon as
we got back to the house I pulled mother to my room and put her over
my knee and spanked her until my hand became numb and she was wanting
and humping my thigh yet again.  I then took her, clothing and all, to
the shower and turned it on - cold water only.

 -*-

I still controlled what mother wore about our home - yet had stopped
at insisting that she always be in the same room as I.  She had never
tried to jump ship or to call one of her male friends to come rescue
her.  Did this mean that she was submissive and questioning her own
relationship with me?  Unconsciously, did she start to wonder if I was
not like other men that have used her - that she was more important to
me than a single nights lay?

Weeks after arriving back at my house the place had taken on some of
its earlier splendour.  Reminding me of the home I grew up - orderly,
clean and quiet.  Most of the stains had come out of the rugs and we
had to refinish the hardwood floors because of all the cigarette
butts, washed and painted the walls and we had to throw out so much
that we hired a contractor to come pick up the garbage three weeks
running.

Mother has lost almost all her clothing - thus our shopping sprees
lately.  She had also lost her bedding and mattresses - having only
recently been replaced.  I found a huge amount of sexual toys and
paraphernalia that I threw out regardless of the temptation to keep a
few.  I found some eight millimetre video tapes that were labelled
'Martha does...' - all went into the garbage after I destroyed them
without a single look.

Mother had turned into a homemaker again - if only while she considers
how serious I was about our life together... even if there was to be
one.  She cooked and cleaned for most of her day and I had her work
out in the basement gym for ninety minutes each morning.  She stopped
smoking and ate the meals she cooked.  Her body started to have a
little more colour to it, and did not look so emancipated - mother was
starting to look sexier than at any point in our lives.

She wore the clothing that I chose for her each day - or sometimes she
wore nothing.  Mother never complained or even questioned a single
article of clothing - from impossibly high heels to ugly over-sized
sweatpants to the many styles of stockings that we had purchased
together.  There was often days that all she wore was stockings, heels
and her kitchen apron.

Nudity, you see, had suddenly been a non-issue between us.  Since that
day I arrived back home and found her sleeping in her, and at least
two other men's, filth - her naked body was a natural sight.  That is
not to say that I did not enjoy the view - on the contrary, I openly
appraised her nudity at my whim.  I would even order mother to stop in
whatever she was doing and lift her arms, turn around and touch her
toes and once I asked her to bounce on her bare feet so I could see
her enhanced chest bounce.  She never blinked twice about any of this
- hell, she seemed to actually enjoy it almost as much as I did.

There was another incident, about this time, that is worth revealing.
It involves mother and the washing machine in the basement.

Having just completed my workout, I wrapped a towel around my neck and
started toward the stairs when I saw some movement through the open
doorway to the laundry room.  I suspect this was another of her tests
- that she planned this to perfection.

The washing machine was on the spin cycle and as many of you realize,
the metal box was vibrating rapidly on its feet.  There, standing
facing it, was my mother, pressing her denim covered crotch against
the edge while leaning over it, on her elbows.  I could even see the
movement of her ass, as she clenched and thrust herself against the
hard machine beneath and before her.  With the loud sounds of the
washing machine I could just make out mothers sighs and gasps of
pleasure.

Uncertain how to handle this and actually started to back up, to let
mother have these few minutes to herself.  You must realize that
mother was getting fucked numerous times a day by many different
cocks, often more than one at a time - and now she she not even seen a
dick since that day I arrived.  And up to a week before she had never
even been alone, even to do her toilet, so she could not release the
pressure that had to be building up.  All her sex toys had been thrown
out and so her options were limited.

Yes, she had earned her privacy and even a little respite from her
passions.

I was almost at the stairs when it occurred to me that she was humping
the washing machine to get off but the main reason was so that I would
catch her.  If she wanted to masturbate, she could easily do it at
night, in her own bed.  Like I do, if truth be told.  No, what I had
just witnessed was a show put on just for me by my loving mother.
Another test of our relationship, another shove against the boundaries
that we now find ourselves within.

With only a few strides I came up directly behind her.  With the loud
machine and her own sighs of pleasures she had not heard me.  "Mom!"
I half shouted it and mother jumped as if in surprise.

She spun around, her face sweaty and red, "Oh honey... I was just
doing some laundry."

"Yes I saw how you do laundry mother."

For a second I actually thought the timing of my catching her had been
an accident, but then I saw the corners of her mouth turn up in a
small private smile and knew that I had been correct in my earlier
assumptions.

I took her forearm and dragged her from the loud room, and pointed her
to the stairs up.  "Go up to your room mother - get undressed and wait
for me."

A wide triumphant smile came to her lips but turned sweet and loving
rather quickly, her eyes glinted hungrily.  "Of course honey."  On the
tips of her toes mother ran up the stairs, her pleasure obvious even
in the movement of her ass.

So I went up to my room, mothers old room if you remember, and took a
long hot shower and thought about what I was about to do.  Her little
episodes of rebellion, or tests as I liked to think of them, were
coming less since I had to spank her after the saleslady debacle.
Perhaps she was changing her tactics to a more subtle approach.

Mother looked at me with hunger and triumph as I strode into her room
wearing only a white terrycloth robe.  She stood at the foot of her
bed wearing absolutely nothing but that smile.  "Where would you like
me honey?"  A few days before she would have asked, "Where do you
wanna fuck mommy honey?"  Perhaps I have been making progress after
all!

"Get on the bed mom, and put a pillow under your hips."

Her tongue came out and licked her lips while she moved to comply -
and was soon laying with her legs spread wide and her hands squeezing
her own abnormally large breasts.

"Now masturbate mom."  I moved to the foot of the bed so my view was
very intimate.

"Is that what you want mommy to do for you Todd?"

I just nodded for her to continue.  I must have looked much more
somber than I felt.

Her hands started a slow dance upon her pale smooth unblemished skin,
and her eyes slowly closed.  She spent a long while touching herself
like this, almost a finger-tip massage so that when she lifted her
knees to run her nails over the inside of her thighs I saw how wet she
had become.  It had coated the hairless skin of her loins, and had
already started a small dark pool upon the pillow beneath her.

Mothers hands teased her skin, moving ever toward that place between
her legs.  When the first hand to reach nirvana cupped her sex
possessively - mother let out a ragged sigh, "Oh Todd!"

What followed was no longer a slow dance of building passion but the
bawdy dance of lust.  Two of mothers middle fingers on her left hand
moved in and out of her vagina while the other hand alternated from
wiggling her clitoris to reaching around to tease her own anus.  There
were erotic sounds coming from my own mother, from the sloppy sounds
between her legs to the gasps and sighs from her mouth.

The sight was intoxicating and delicious, the sounds of her
self-passion perfection.  It was the first time I've ever witnessed
any woman masturbate - the naughty thrill that it was, in fact, my
mother made me feel almost drunk with desire.

All too soon her calves were bunching up as she dug her heels into the
mattress - shoving her hips up to working hands.  Her nipples had
wrinkled and hardened like points on a missile.  Her pale smooth body
had broken out in a glistening sweat.  She was, I realized, fast
approaching her orgasm and I knew, without a doubt, what I was
witnessing was no show - but real passion and self gratification.

I held out as much as I thought I could before barking loudly in the
small room, "Stop!"

Mother did not even seem to notice, but keep pumping her hips up,
shoving her fingers into herself and jerking on her enlarged excited
clitoris.  She was too far gone and I realized I may have lost my
chance to win back my dominance.

"Mother stop!"

"Oh Todd!"

I moved quickly, coming around the bed and reaching down to grab both
her wrists and pull them from between her legs.  Mother opened her
eyes suddenly but smiled dreamily and spread her knees wide for me -
invitingly.  "Yes Todd... come to mommy... come in mommy!"

Nylon stockings, when twisted make for a sturdy rope - if lacking in
other resources.  Quickly I bound mothers wrists to each post of her
bed.  Then I quickly did her ankles, also to the foot posts.  This
left her spread wide and helpless - her torso and especially her hips
twisting and thrusting lewdly as they lay thrust up upon the pillow,
as if an invisible lover lay between her legs.

Mother showed only a seconds frown before she only smiled and watched
me as I bound her.  I knew she fully expected me to climb above her as
soon as she was helpless - having been used in this way often since
her divorce.  Then I balled up a lace panty and shoved much of it into
her lovely mouth - her frown reappearing as I did so.

I stood straight up and looked down at what I had done - bound my
mother helpless and gagged her.  Her eyes still watched me, though
they no longer fully contained expected passion and triumph.

Then I did something that was as difficult as not fingering her body
after our first spanking - I turned and strode from my mothers
bedroom.

Trembling, I reached my room and my bed - falling on it and opening my
robe to get at myself.  It took only seconds.

An hour later I reappeared before mother's helpless naked body,
clothed now in my usual, jeans and teeshirt.  Gently I lay myself onto
her bed, on my side, facing my mother.  My head lay upon her shoulder
so that my lips almost touched hers when she turned her head.  Her
eyes no longer looked so sure of herself and seemed to almost plead
silently with me.

My hand moved slowly onto her skin, teasing her breasts and stomach as
I saw her do a little over an hour before.  Mother responded quickly,
her body breaking out in goosebumps while her nipples hardened and her
breathing quickened.  After masturbating twice she was hypersensitive
and all too soon was thrusting her body against my fingers, jerking on
her bonds as she did so.

My hand went to that place that it so much wanted to go, between my
mothers thighs, and I cupped the hot and still very wet smooth skin of
her loins.  My fingers started to dance upon her slit - feeling her
slick inner labia poke out from her thick outer lips.  My touches
became firmer and my fingers slipped into the channel that was both a
mystery and the goal for many men.  My hand was already coated with
her juices and I could smell its sweet musk.  Mother was humping up
into my hand and could not keep her eyes open from her overpowering
passion.

Then my two middle fingers slipped into her hole - to the hilt, and
mother screamed into her gag so that I thought she had orgasmed
already.  It was not so, but just one of the peaks along the path to
enlightenment.  I fucked her body with my fingers, memorizing
everything that that my senses touched.  As I felt, saw, and smelt
mothers passion rise to the point that I thought she was about to
orgasm - only then did I pull my working fingers from her body.  That
first time I slipped them lower, into the groove of her ass and
fondled her slick anus until my middle finger sunk to the second
knuckle.

Mothers eyes were open again, looking at me while her body continued
to respond to my hand.  Her eyes looked delirious and her body
shivering and wet with sweat.  She attempted to talk through her gag -
perhaps to beg to release, but I ignored her.

My hand slipped higher and I ground the palm of my hand into the top
edge of her pubic area - grinding her clitoris against her own pubic
bone.  Mother's eyes clamped shut and she renewed her anxious
movements.

I brought her to the brink with my hand before removing it completely
from her body.  Without a look at her, I rolled out of bed and left
her room.

An hour later I again returned - after having ate lunch.

When my parent saw me she grunted like an animal and thrust up her
loins while frowning almost angrily - the message should be obvious.

I lay again alongside of her, my hand renewing what I had done an hour
earlier.  This time it took much less effort before she was trembling
with need, her eyes glistening as they begged for me to let her
finish.

Of course I didn't - but stood and retreated from the room while she
growled and grunted while jerking her bonds.

You guessed it, an hour later I returned again.

It was not my hand thought brought her to the brink of orgasm this
time - but my lips and tongue.  I licked nearly every inch of her
exposed smooth skin while leaving that place between her legs alone.
Looking at my mothers face, she looked delirious as if in a fever -
her eyes rolling back in her head while her body responded
deliciously.  I knew that she would orgasm if I had moved my
attentions between her legs so I, instead, left her alone - wallowing
in her own sweat, saliva and pussy juice.

The next visit I lay next to her, mother's eyes tearing as I brought
her to the brink of her passion yet again and again only to leave her
alone and unsaited.

Two more such visits and mother had gone through the gambit of
emotions through each of my visits.  Now, as I entered, her eyes were
glazed over but I saw acceptance and the flowering of lust when she
looked upon me.  That was what I was looking for - a submission for
the control that I had over her.  I brought her to the brink yet again
and again I left.

The next visit was the last.  Mother accepting my entrance with an
expectant anxious look - love mixed with kindled love.  She also
noticed that I had come to her naked and I saw her surprise and
confusion... and then the rapid rise of her raw lust.

I only teased her body to a point well below that of my previous
visits - yet it took almost no time at all.  My mother was wallowing
in her passion that I realized that any aggressive touch of her
clitoris of thrust of my fingers in her body would push her, finally,
over that edge that she had seen, but had not been allowed to cross
for much of the day.

And as suddenly as I started, I stopped, looking across at my mother's
sweaty fever-looking face.  "Mom?"  I waited until my call pierced
through the layers of lust so that she slowly responded and turned her
head in my direction.  "I love you mom - but you must learn that I
control everything about you.  Even when you bring yourself off.  OK
mom?"  She nodded easily, her wide eyes filled with love.

Gently I removed the saliva soaked gag and helped her work her sore
jaw for a moment.  I moved my face close to hers so that our noses
almost touched and then ordered, "Kiss me mom."

Mother stretched her neck and pressed her lips against my own.  Hers
were hot and warm and I could feel her desperation, her submission and
her love in that single kiss.

"Again."

She again reached up and kissed me - my own help was to kiss back, my
head staying steady as a rock.  This kiss was better, more anxious to
please me.

"Again."

Mother kissed me this time as if it was the only thing in the world
she had to accomplish - the only task for her existence.  It was the
best kiss that I have ever received.

"Now that was a kiss mom!"  Her eyes glinted with pride.

She closed her eyes as I unbound each wrist and then ankle - massaging
her skin where the stockings had tightened.  She would have some
bruising and be a little sore for a few days - but I doubt that was
something new to my mother.

"Now get out of bed mom."  When I saw how unsteady her muscles were I
added, "On your knees!"  Mother crawled out of bed and thankfully sunk
to her hands and knees next to her bed, her eyes were watching me
submissively.  "Now crawl to my room."

I followed her slowly moving body as it crawled the few meters down
the hall, enjoying the rush of power as well as the view for the
minutes it took her trembling body to make the short distance.

As she entered my room, I strode quickly past her and assumed my
position at the foot of my bed.  "Over my knee mom."

Her eyes looked hurt and sad as she crawled up and over my lap, again
balanced with her shoulders and feet hanging in the air to either side
of me.  The spanking that I delivered was as painful and violent as
the other two and mother wearily responded in kind, seemingly enjoying
the pain.  I stopped, as the other times, when my hand was numb and
her ass visibly abused.

"Get off me mom and craw into my bed."  She did as instructed -
without a seconds hesitation.  I could seem her internal battle and
knew that every meter she crawled was a contest between that lusty
nirvana cloud that was her passion and the reality that I represented.
She climbed up into my bed, her eyes not revealing anything but
submission.  "Face me and roll onto your back mom."  She did, her eyes
watching me intently.

I knelt on the side of the bed and pulled on her slim ankles to draw
her body closer to the edge.  I pushed on her knees, with my hands
behind her thighs, so that she spread widely a breath from my lips.
"You belong to me mother - that means I say when you may have an
orgasm."  I leaned in and kissed the protruding bright red clitoris a
single time.  "You have earned this mom - so enjoy!"

My eyes closed, though I could feel my parents still upon me, as I
leaned in a final time and began to deliver a slow passion-filled
orgasm with my lips and tongue.  I wanted it to be the best offering
of my life and did all that I could to deliver it.

How can I describe the feeling and thoughts behind the first time you
take your mothers cunt into your mouth - or taste her juices, feel
your tongue be squeezed by the muscles within her vagina?  To me, it
was the height of my domination and proof that what I was doing was in
the right - regardless of what you or society may say.

It took only seconds before I brought her to the brink, my tongue at
that time moving in and out of her body like a little cock.  Again I
stopped, opening my eyes to see mother laying back - with her hands
spread wide as if she was still tied up, her eyes tightly closed and
her body responding how I expected.  When I did not immediately
deliver the coup-d-grace, mother tried to relax her breathing and just
accepted what her son was doing to and for her.

Again I leaned in, this time my tongue exploring and fucking her ass
hole - rimming her again to the brink of orgasm.

The final time was nothing but spectacular - as my mouth encircled the
top of her vagina, my teeth squeezing that hard round clitoris firmly
before letting it go to add suction and use my tongue to tease it.
This technique seemed to last for less than thirty seconds before
mother hit the summit that had been in sight but out of reach for over
half the day.

I tried to keep my hands behind her knees and my mouth upon her sex
but her body buckled and rolled about in the throes of passion, and I
was unseated.  It was not completely a negative thing - as I watched
her go through waves of lust, screaming and panting out with something
like a demonic battle within her.  Mother collapsed in upon herself
suddenly, falling into a deep coma-like sleep leaving me as the sole
witness to the most magnificent sight I have ever seen.  One for the
record books.

What followed was nothing short of domestic boredom - as I sponged
bath every centimetre of my mothers, now, very familiar body and
carried her back to her room and her own bed.  I shut off the light as
I closed the door behind me.

 -*-

Our lives, since my return from school, up to this point had been
secluded - except for the frequent shopping trips.  We lived within
the walls of our home and saw and spoke only to each other.

I was winning, I knew, the battle for mothers sanity - her love.  I
could see it in her eyes, the acceptance and submission and her love
mixed with a pinch of lust each time she looked at me.  We had not
spoken about my tying her up and torturing her with her own desires
but we shared it frequently in small smiles and little looks.

Near the end of that week I took mother shopping again, to a sex shop
at the other end of town.  Mother and I strolled about the shop and
purchased several toys for her, and ultimately, my own enjoyment.  She
was happy and excited as we drove home.

At the end of the night I asked mother into my room and she arrived,
wearing the white stockings and garter belt as instructed.  What I
witnessed then, at my request of course, was mother using one of the
large fat black dildos to bring herself to orgasm.  She left, her eyes
hungrily looking at the bulge in my shorts, with a content smile.

It was the next day that was the most memorable - at least to relate
it here in writing.  It was the day that our sanctuary was defiled,
that mother was forced to revert back to that lost slut that I found
weeks before.  Yet it was also the proof I think she needed to show
her that I meant it when I said she was mine and that I was not going
to leave her.  And it came about simply by my father coming for a
visit.

Mother and father had divorced suddenly, at least to mom and I, as dad
left her for another woman.  Younger and with the large boobs that mom
felt compelled to purchase to match.  To be blunt, dad is a selfish
bastard - he accepted mothers shameless marital submission and used
her until it did not suit him any longer.  To compound his
thoughtlessness, he saw how mother turned into a common slut and would
visit to get a piece of the pie that was being used by so many men in
our town.  I suspect he got something that he had had when they were
married - but perhaps he could not get the same thing with his new
bride and felt compelled to visit my mother.  She, in her beaten
mindset even accepted her ex-husbands use of her person willingly.

In the weeks since I moved back home, mother had crossed paths with
boys or men that she had been intimate with.  How could she not - with
even neighbours on both sides having been familiar with mother?  Yet,
and especially in those early days, I watched her closely every time
it happened.  Considering that we may have to move to escape her shame
and the faces of men who knew and had used her at her lowest point in
her life.  She had proved that she could keep her head high and,
either, ignore or deny the advances from those men and a few women.
That was part of the reason no longer demanded we be together every
minute of the day - she had earned a margin of my trust.

Dad was different, or the exception if you will.  He had been her male
dominate role for half her life and she had learnt, that she had to do
anything in her power to please the man in her life, to prove her
love.  So for nearly two decades of dominance by my father - she was
powerless against that ingrained learning.

When I realized he was visiting was when I came up from working out in
the basement to see him seated, like some fucking ruler of his old
home, in the living room.  Mother was setting a sweating glass of ice
in front of him, on the low marble table as I arrived.  Thankfully, it
was a day that I had her wear a simple loose summer dress.

"Todd!"

Mother jerked her head my way and then blushed furiously.  Dad did not
notice - the world revolved around him and so he rarely looked
outward.  "Uh... hi dad...?"

Dad stood up and reached across the wide marble table with an open
hand - and we shook with a firm grasp.

He lowered himself back to the couch and retrieved the ice tea,
"Thanks Martha!"  He always spoke in a loud and boisterous voice - the
loudest at any party - that was so different than my own.

"What are you doing here dad?"

He sipped his ice tea and sighed with satisfaction and did not hear a
word of my question.  "Did you drop out of school Todd?"

Mom stood there, to the side of dad, as if awaiting for his little
finger to lift so that she may react.  I started to feel the hate well
up within me for dad, the jealousy of seeing my mother revert so
quickly to his submissive.

"I will have to redo a few courses - but I thought I would transfer to
the College here in town."

He boomed and huffed his displeasure before continuing, "No one likes
a dropout son.  And the College here is not nearly as recognized as
the one you were attending."  It was an old argument - as I had gone
to the other University, in the city, because the one closer to home
was not good enough.

I sat down on the chair across from dad and asked mother, "May I have
a glass of ice tea too mom?"  She spun quickly, thankful looking to
escape the tension in the living room.

"Your mom just told me that you moved back home too?"  It was stated
as a question but, as normal, he immediately continued without waiting
for an answer.  "Gave you our old room to convince you to stay huh?"
Another sip of cold tea.  "Glad your here actually - I can't tell you
how much better than the last time I came over your mother looks!"

I did not say a word - but I understood what he meant.  Dad was
visiting mother, accepting the filth and slum that she was living in
just so that he could get his rocks off on the single person alive
that he had total control over.  I was just coming to understand the
power that he felt, and knew how seductive that feeling must be.
Indeed, I could not understand how he could have given it up actually
- at least for the most part.

Did he return simply to taste that power again?  To rekindle his
dominance with the woman that he had already discarded?

I then realized that dad had not come here expecting to find me, or to
find the house returned to normality and mother looking better than
she had ever had.  What he had come here to do was mount his ex wife,
to refill his dominant urges by using my mom.

There was a moments silence when we both listened to the sound of ice
being dropped into a glass coming from the kitchen.  Father and I had
never been close, never saw things the same way and distanced
ourselves simply because we had nothing to say to the other.  We did
not fight, necessarily, but neither of us had any need for the other.

"Say... did you check out my new car?"  He sat up and huffed before
waving toward the wide open window.  I could make out the roof of some
sports car in the middle of the two-car parking spot.  "The girls
can't take their eyes off it Todd!"  He laughed at his own bravado
while I took the glass that mother finally brought me.

Dad sat back down, putting his empty glass back on the marble table
before him.  He looked at his ex wife and back to me for almost a full
minute and I imagined I could hear his thoughts - about how to get rid
of his son so he could fuck his old lady.

Mom was aware of it as well - looking embarrassed and not a little
scared.  I could almost feel her fear of the man seated before her -
knowing his power over her.

What she may not have thought of at that moment was that of all her
tests of our relationship since my return home, this was the most
prophetic.

Dad slide sideways on the couch and reached into his overly-tight
pants to draw out a ring of keys.  "Say, Todd - why don't you go take
the old girl for a spin?"

His choice of words startled me for a brief second and I looked up at
mother - seeing her stare at the floor before her feet.  I stood up
and took the keys before I knew what was happening and realized, with
a start, that mother was not the only one that had ingrained training.
I may have disagreed on fundamentally everything with dad - I always
did as he told me.  To do otherwise did not seem an option.

On the other side of the coin, dad had to give a lot to allow someone
else drive his middle-age-crisis-mobile.

I strode toward the doorway feeling two sets of eyes on my back - and
felt as if I was carrying fifty kilograms of rocks on my shoulders.  I
stopped, briefly, and turned my head to look at my parents.  They were
as I had left them, mother standing nervously and father seated on the
couch.  Dad waved toward the window and his new convertible - "Go
ahead boy and let all those girls know its you who is driving!"  He
laughed, as if to boost my somber mood, then gave me a thumbs up.

Mother looked almost in tears - defeated, scared and sad.

The car started up with a loud rush of fuel injected power and when I
just kissed the gas it roared.  The car was a BMW Z3 and it was a very
fine car!

I sat, reeving the motor while staring at the house.  Was mother on
her knees already - sucking on dad's dick?  Perhaps he had only had
her lay upon the marble table, flip up her loose summer skirt, comment
that she wore no panties and then began to vigorously fuck her?

I eased the car backward, out of the driveway and felt like this was
the end of all the last stressful weeks between mother and I.  The
woman that I was trying to recreate was forever gone - because no
matter how much work I put into helping mother, dad could always just
drop by and ruin everything.  I knew she would not deny my dad - to do
so would go against my whole theory about her... besides, I saw her
eyes, her scared submissiveness.  Mother was no fool - she knew what
her ex-husband was going to do to her once their son was out of sight.

I shoved it into first and with a squeal of tires roared off down the
road.  Those first seconds I tried to race from the images that flowed
through my mind - trying to leave them behind me.

Its like drinking to forget - when you become sober again, all the
misery returns.

So, as much as I enjoyed the car, I only drove a single block - more
if you count coming back around the block.  I stopped the car on the
street and left the keys as I jumped out and strode back up to the
house.

It was anti-climatic - that my blood was boiling in anger and as I
stepped into the house, I saw not a soul or heard a sound.  That did
nothing to calm me though, and as if I knew the sexual habits of my
parents, which I may have well did - after living with the both of
them for nearly two decades, I strode up the stairs toward mothers
bedroom.

Her doorway was half open as I came to stand in it.  There was dad,
naked except for his black socks.  His hard small penis thrusting
almost to his sagging huge hairy belly.  Mother was standing before
her husband, back to him - both her hands were up to her face to cover
her sobs of despair.  Mother was, thankfully, still dressed - but the
rear of her skirt had been tucked beneath her belt so that her bare
ass was exposed.  Behind her dad was groping her smooth pale cheeks
roughly and I sighed almost in relief that nothing else had happened.

Dad hissed into his ex-wife's ear, "No panties huh Martha?  You can't
fool me girl - you may be pretending with Todd around, but your still
a skanky old slut!"

With those words, I knew that dad just did not understand Martha - my
mother.  He did not know understand that she needed love to bind
herself too - to devote her whole body and soul too.  No, all he
thought of is how easy a lay she was.

I growled, at my father, louder than any other time in my life, "Get
your hands off my mother!"

Dad actually jumped back, away from mother, in fright.  His hands
dropping quickly to his side.

Mother removed her hands slowly and turned her head, an anguished
filled face turned toward me and her eyes started to sparkle.  I have
seen that look in movies - where the helpless victim is about to get
raped... eaten... beaten... or just generally abused - her hero.

"God damn it Todd - you scared the shit out of me!"  Dad reached for
his trousers where they had been dropped over the back of a chair and
held them before his hard little dick.  "Anything wrong with the car?
Why are you back so early?"

Mom suddenly broke into a run and bound the few steps to wrap herself
against me and then sobbed against my chest.  Little did I know it
then, but I had won the battle to convince mom that I was not like any
other guy in her life.

"Get out dad."  I spoke it soberly and with a hint of threat - my
anger barely contained.

His brow furled and he huffed, "Don't you tell me what to do young
man!  You get the hell out of here - your mother and I were just about
to make love."

"'Love'?"  I spit the word back at him, reminiscent of mothers
diatribe about 'love' weeks before.  "You don't know anything about
'love' dad!  Else you would not treat mother the way you do?"

"Thats none of your god-damned business boy!"  He was trying to put on
his trousers, hopping about on one foot comically.

He suddenly noticed that one of my hands had slipped behind mother
hand had gently patted her rear-end before pulling her skirt from her
belt, so that it again converged her.

Suddenly, when I realized what he saw, everything in the room froze.
Mother was the only one making noise, as she sobbed against me.

"I do not fucking believe this - Martha you seduced your own son?  My
son!"  He was staring in astonishment at his ex-wife in her son's
arms.  "Thats it isn't it Todd - your doing your mother now?"

I felt mother freeze against me for a few seconds before she tipped
her head back to look up at me.  In a sorrow-filled whisper, mother
gasped, "I never planned any of this honey!"

My lips curled in a gentle and private smile to reassure mom - but of
course dad saw it as well.  He was pulling on his golf shirt when I
looked back up.  "Did the old skank show you the trick she does with
her tongue on your balls Todd?"  He was not asking the question so
much as taunt his ex-wife and embarrass me.

What father did not know is that I had never had sex with my mother -
that I had endured the torment of ignoring the short-term pleasure for
something more permanent, something that will help the one woman that
I loved beyond description.  "Your a sick fucking old man - get the
hell out of this house and never return!"

Mother's eyes had widened at the threatening new tone in my voice and
father's eyes narrowed.

It was the moment, in my parents eyes, that their child had grown into
a man.

Dad started to step toward us when I realized that I was in the
doorway and so, backed up into the hall - making a path toward the
stairs down.  Dad glared at me as he strode by, carrying his shoes in
his hands.

I hissed down at my mother, whom was still wrapped against me firmly,
"Go to my room, close the door and do not open it until I return."
There was no room for discussion in my voice, and I do not think
mother would have been so unwise as to deny me at that moment in time.

I saw her eyes and knew that this was not some game to her, as she
looked like a lost scared little girl.  Perhaps the same little girl
that was told to bend over her own fathers knees - knowing the
shameful pain and exquisite pleasure that she was about to experience.
That little girl also knew that she had no defence and could never
deny the man who she loved.

Father did not turn about as I followed him down the stairs, but his
big mouth did not shut up the whole way.  "You know that this house
used to be mine don't you Todd?  Do you realize what your mother has
been doing since the divorce?"  I shut him up with a threatening hiss.
It lasted only a few seconds.  "I don't know if you have slept with
the old slut or not - but your mother, boy, is the greatest fuck that
I have ever had", then why did he leave her, "but the old bitch would
not leave me alone.  She suffocated me!  Your mother actually loves
too much Todd - thats her fucking problem!"

At the doorway dad stopped and turned around.  I leaned past him to
open the door and hold it wide for him.  "Get out and never return
dad."  My voice had gotten colder - the violence beneath still there.

Dad backed out of the house - totally unprepared for the man who stood
before him.  A man that he had thought he had known but had turned out
to be someone else entirely.

Just as my old man turned his head to spit on the lawn, like a
symbolic cleansing of the vileness that he had just left, I hissed,
"There is never too much love!"

The door slammed in his face.

 -*-

Mother wore white stockings and heels, a white lace teddy and a wide
happy smile.  My arms were around her waist, one hand cupping her bare
ass possessively.  Her face was pressed against my chest and I could
feel the warm breath tickling my bare skin as she breathed deeply.

We danced as couples dance when the music no longer mattered and I
could feel mothers excitement as I held her against me, grinding her
crotch against me.  I knew for a fact that my excitement was throbbing
against her.

The room we danced in was nearly empty - but for the portable CD
player on the hardwood floor.  It was the living room to our new condo
that we had just purchased together.

After the significant encounter with dad - I suggested to mom that she
sell the overly large house and move into something smaller and more
intimate.  Of course it was in the city rather than the suburbs, and
she would be more anonymous here.  Also, dad never need to know where
his ex-wife lived.

Mother, before answering, shyly asked me where I was going to live?  I
did not play any games with her and stated that I would be living in
the larger of the two bedrooms in the new place.

After the stress-filled weeks since returning to find my mother so
radically different than I had known as a child and after the
explosive encounter with dad - mother seemed to have accepted my new
position in her life.  She began to treat me as the sole male in her
life and nothing too small or large a request or task would be denied
me.  Mother also ensure that I realized that this also translated into
any sexual act that I may wish of her.

A buyer for the old house took a month - paying close to the
outrageous asking price that I had set with mother's real estate
agent.  The condo took only a few days of searching - down by the
ocean, with plenty of trees for privacy, and all the luxuries that we
could ask for inside.

Today had been the day we moved what little I allowed mother to keep.
We had sold nearly all the old furniture and household items - selling
or giving them away.  We moved in fully intending to refurnish the new
place how we liked it - that is to say, how I wanted it.  I would make
the decisions and mother would make them happen.

Mother was only allowed to keep the clothing that we had purchased
together, since my return back home and the beginning of our new life.
Oh, she also kept some of grandma's old jewelry - maternal keepsakes.
Otherwise all the old trappings of her previous life with dad, and
even the time after the divorce until I returned home, was but a
memory.

A new light shone in mother's eyes after that day I kicked him out of
our home - and a weight lifted from mothers shoulders when we moved
what little we now possessed into our new home.

Mom gently pulled her face from my chest and looked up into my eyes,
"I can not help but feel that you know me better than I do myself
Todd?"

I laughed lightly, bringing my hands up to tenderly cup her face so
that I may bring my lips down to hers.  That kiss was the best of my
life - full of love and passion, my strong dominant kiss mirrored by
the submissive lips of my parent.

Martha, my mother, was breathing heavily into my face as I drew away
from her.  "I know enough that you need a man in your life that you
can love and trust.  In return I know you would do anything for that
man?"

Her eyes glistened and she looked like a little girl trying to keep
back her tears at that moment.  Quickly her head nodded once in
agreement.

"You hate what you were, what you did.  Yet you know that I am the
only man in the world for you - the only one that can be what you
need."

In a shy little girl voice mother whispered, "You do know me!"

I nodded and continued, "I know that you used to pretend you were a
harem girl from Constantinople or a slave in ancient Rome.  Am I
right?"  This was just an educated guess on my part.

She nodded quickly again - her eyes wide with wonder at my
perceptiveness.

"When your father spanked you; you told yourself that he was the man
and you must please him.  And regardless of the guilt, you enjoyed the
spankings... and what came after."

Her eyes shown with repressed tears, as if she was watching a magician
perform before her.

"Then came your marriage to dad - and you never told him, never told
anyone about how you felt inside.  You told yourself that marriage was
not a fantasy and treated dad like the men in your teenage fantasies,
while playing at being a wife and mother.  No one ever knew what was
inside you and you accepted that fate.  The divorce crushed you right
mom?"

The tears were coming down her cheeks in a steady stream and I
wondered if I should stop with this blunt thrust of the truth.  I
needed to continue, though, to show my mother that I did understand,
that I was the man of her teenage fantasies.

Mother trembled and did not seem to even hear my question.

"Each man that came after was like a few minutes of being that slave
girl you fantasized about.  And a slave had no rights, spreads her
legs when her man wanted and did what she was told.  If she was a good
slave then the men will want her, will return to her."

"Then I returned home."  Mom sniffed and blinked away the tears,
seemingly needing to hear this last part.  "It shocked me what I saw,
what you had become.  It disgusted me and horrified me how my own
mother became something almost vile.  Yet, you had been right mom - I
did lust after you as a teenager and I found it difficult to not
succumb to your sexual advances.  I also started to look deeper into
my own mother than I ever had before - trying to understand what drove
you to such a place.  Strangely I understood what I saw within you and
slowly came to a conclusion that I wanted to be the only man in your
life."

The thumbs from my hands, that still tenderly cupped her face, whipped
away the tears.

"That brings us to here... to now.  I am not your husband or your
boyfriend mom - but I am your Master.  You live only to make me happy.
I own you!  The teenage fantasies you had mom have come true!"  As I
ended my soliloquy - my voice had risen in strength and power until it
boomed in the empty room we stood within.

I dropped my hands from my mother and we starred at each other for a
lengthy moment.

Had everything I said been true?  I believed so.  This moment will
prove or deny it.

Just when my heart started to double in speed, mother broke our gaze.
She stepped back a meter from me, kicked off her heels, and then
slowly dropped down onto her knees.  I watched amazed at what I was
seeing.

With careful movements mother crossed her feet beneath her, sat upon
her heels and then spread her knees shoulder-width apart.  She
straightened her back and thrust out her chest.  Her chin and head was
held high but her eyes downcast.  The last thing she did was place her
hands upon her thighs, palms up and open.

If I had not diagnosed mother these last many weeks I would say that
she was play-acting the part that I had concluded with my analysis.
Using a Gor-like position to seduce me as she had tried many times
since I returned home to her.

Yet this was no act - this was the teenage girl whom imagined herself
with a man, kneeling before him in this way.  A man that accepted whom
she was and possessed her like a favoured pet.  She was being that
slave of her imagination, of her dreams and it was her form of
heaven-on-earth.

Of course, if you had not guessed, I had been right about all that I
had surmised.  A power-filled dominance filled my soul and I looked
down at the woman that was mine.

"Remove the teddy mom."  I tried to soften my voice but it still came
out rather sternly.

With slow but purposeful movements, mother lifted the bottom edge of
the satin garment over her head and then removed her arms from it.  It
soon lay upon the discard heels - already forgotten.

"This will be your uniform in our home."  Mother nodded in acceptance.
All she now wore was white lace stockings.

Since her back was straight and her knees spread, I could see the
hairless loins.  The outer labia had spread so that the pink inner
lips hung exposed, obviously very wet.  Her clitoris was enlarged,
erect in excitement.

Eventually I stepped forward so that my exposed penis was a breath
away from my slave's lips.  "Suck me mom."

It would be the first true sexual act of our lives - the first
together as Master and slave.  Mother had only to open her mouth and
lean forward to take half my penis past her lips.  Both her hands came
up, one grasping my balls soothingly and the other holding one of my
thighs for balance.  Mother proceeded to give her only child the best
oral sex of her life - and after the many man that she had practised
on, it was as fantastic as I could have imagined.

With the many weeks of abstaining what mother had been offering - with
only my hand for relief, I knew without a doubt that my climax would
not take very long.  Indeed, I would not have expected it to be as
fast as it was - barely a minute before I felt the telltale signs of
impending orgasm.  I considered grasping the back of mothers head so
she could not draw away just at that fateful moment - but immediately
realized that she would never do such a thing.

Martha, my mother, my slave, swallowed loudly as I spurted again and
again into her.  At one point her cheeks had ballooned out from the
mouthful that she was resolved to accept.  And she could not swallow
fast enough - my first orgasm within her a virtual flood of my juices.

Eventually I stopped ejaculating and mother did not need to swallow
any further - yet I left my penis within her mouth, proud of its still
rock-hard exterior.  Mother continued to fellatio me with the
expertise and desire of her lifetime and I looked down at a sight I
knew I would be enjoying much more after this day.

Finally, I stepped back, and mother reopened her eyes and returned to
her earlier position.  "That was the best I have ever had mom.  I
expect the same or better from you every day!"  A proud soft smile
appeared on mothers lips - but she otherwise had not moved.

Then I grunted, "On your back mom!"

Mother anxiously moved, dropped backward on her ass and then her back
before unlocking her feet and spreading her legs.  I was facing the
valley directly those long sexy legs, and the delicious place they
led.  When she was finished moving I came down to a kneeling position
between her knees and grasped myself to aim.

It was this first moment when I sunk my hard penis into mother's
vagina that I look on as our consummation of our new relationship.
Mothers knees rose and her feet waved in the air - her hands came up
and wrapped around my torso.  Her eyes, though, starred at me -
looking near delirious with happiness and pleasure.

A seconds panic overtook me and I wondered if all my conclusions and
thoughts toward mother and her submission had not been just another of
her games to entrap me in the position I now found myself in?  I
forced it down even as the pleasure rolled through my body - yet knew
that I may always wonder what was reality.

I moved naturally in and out of my slave, her sex hot and very wet so
that it made sloppy loud noises.

Mother was grunting with each thrust, moving her hips upward in time
to my down thrust.  Her breath coming in rapid gasps and her eyes were
battling to stay open, to stay upon my face.

As I had orgasmed only minutes before so I could do this for a very
long time - and felt rather somber as I moved myself in and out of my
mothers body, watching and experiencing.

As her eyes closed involuntarily, I randomly dropped my face to her
bosom - bringing my lips, alternately, to her hard nipples.  Like a
babe, I sucked until mother gasped out a response - and then I would
move to the other.

Mothers hands had turned into claws and I could feel the skin of my
back turn raw as her fingernails ripped into me.  I did not stop her
though, loving even this proof of our binding.

She was sweating profusely now - her whole body appearing to be a
glistening moving mass that was joined at our loins.  Mother was
almost screaming with pleasure and I could feel the tension of her
body and knew that her orgasm was seconds away.

Then, minutes after having started this menage, mother froze every
muscle and even her breathing for almost ten seconds before it
happened.  Her orgasm exploded within her like a physical thing - her
lungs screaming out in pleasure as a violent spasming shot out from
her cunt to every inch of her body like a wave.  Again and again she
jerked beneath me, even her vagina clenching me fiercely in time to
her pleasure.

I allowed her to slowly descend from her erotic high - and lay still
above her, upon my elbows, my dick still within her body.  I stroked
her sweaty tired face with my hands, kissing her warm full lips
tenderly as I awaited my mothers return to reality.

When her eyes slowly opened and an exquisite smile appeared on her
face I knew she was ready for more.  Before she could utter a word I
ordered softly, "I am not finished with you mom - on your knees
slave!"

Her smile widened happily and she waited for me to disengage myself
before she rolled over onto her stomach and then knelt up on her
knees.  Laying on her elbows and shoulders, mother looked with tired
eyes over her shoulder - her smile still wide, but now anxious.

Without any ceremony I knelt straddling mothers calves - my
juice-covered cock aiming right at the pot of gold that was my mothers
sex.  It sunk in effortlessly.  I even thought it went further than in
our previous position, pressing against her cervix.

Mother gasped at the new intrusion into her body, her face dropping
down to lay upon the floor.

Grasping both her smooth soft hips I began a rapid thrust and withdraw
from my slave's body.  My eyes were locked upon the bawdy sight where
our bodies were joined - enjoying how her sex seemed to cling to my
withdrawing cock, and the abundant juices that was left upon it.  I
also saw the clenching rectum and considered moving to that place -
but knew that it would wait for another time and it would be readily
accepted by my slave.

Our bodies were slapping loudly together, from our damp thighs to the
sloppy sounds echoing from between our loins.  If that was not enough
mother was loudly gasping in pleasure and my own harsh breathing added
to the symphony.

My movement were becoming almost violent, smashing into mothers body -
rocking it at each aggressive thrust.  Her grasps had quickly changed
to grunts as our bodies reverberated together each time I submerged
fully within her.

Starting to feel my own self control leave me, I used one hand to
spank mothers sweaty ass.  It was only a half-effective spank but
mother squealed in surprise and pleasure at the strikes.

When I was finished spanking her, I brought that hand down - the thumb
moving between her damp fleshy ass cheeks, finding and rimming her
anus.  I found that it took very little pressure to sink into her ass
hole to the first knuckle.  In a few seconds, as I shoved myself in
and out of mother's body in a delicious way, it moved to the second
knuckle.

Mother seemed to love it, as she was starting to press back against me
- the sounds coming from her mouth were practically screams.

I could feel the rapidly approaching climax coming toward me - trying
very hard to deny it for as long as possible.

Mother's orgasm surprised me, allowing me to focus on something
besides my own pleasure - if only for a few seconds.  She screamed
out, as before, her body convulsing beneath me.

My cock ballooned within her, and my body froze and I held in a large
mouthful of air.  When it shot it was like something out of a fantasy
- an orgasm that caused all past ejaculations to appear as pale
shadows of this one.  It felt as my cock exploded in spurting sperm -
the come rocketing out of the head of my penis to violently invade
deep into mother's body.

With each spurt of my life-giving juices I felt my energy escape me -
so that even the act of breathing heavily seemed a strain.

I slipped back and down, rolling onto my side and lay trying to catch
my breath.  My sweaty skin felt the chill of the air as I worked to
slow my breathing.  My heavy eyes closed and I simply existed in the
post-climatic pleasure of the best orgasmic moment in my life.

I felt a soft sweaty quivering body move slowly before me, facing me
on her side, wrapping her arms about me.

I had not even the energy to lift my hand and wrap her against me, to
smile, or to tell how pleasurable that coupling was.  Instead I
thought of the things I had thought I would do with my new slave today
- a fuck in the living room, a blow job in the hot tub, watch her
masturbate before supper, tie her up in various positions for
practise, and then another tumble before bed.  Perhaps I will be able
to get more of my plans completed in the day but I knew I had an
eternity to experience everything with my mother - she would be here
and willing for the rest of her life.

Taking a gasp of air, building up energy to speak in a near-whisper,
"I love you mom."

Her response came immediately and was filled with more emotion than I
thought possible from a person, "I love you too Todd!"

The sound of her voice forced me to pry open my eyes, to look down
into her face.  Mother was laying not so unlike me, but her eyes were
open and looking at me.  There were tears of pleasure and a sparkle of
love within her eyes.  Her mouth was set in a wide and very happy
smile.

I was looking upon a woman who was living her teenage dreams.

More than that - I was looking upon a woman that had re-found herself,
that had finally found love.

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