So in my last entry I left off with my mother saying she knew exactly where to start our new relationship, and boy did she. She ran off and came back with a binder.
"I have been working on this for a while. Ever since I learned that I wanted to be a sex slave. So to start there is a contract. It explains that I want to fully give my master all legal and physical ownership of me. Seeing as this is a bit different than I originally thought it would be, meaning I didn't expect to be my own son's slave we will have to change a few things, but I think it's a good base for us to start with." She went on. "You will find that in having ownership of me you will be completely responsible for any and all aspects of my life. From as simple as what clothes I wear to as complex as you're the one to decide to pull the plug if I end up on life support." She was beaming with excitement.
"Okay, well if that's the case then I'll need a few days to go through this and decide if this is something I actually want to do." I responded.
"Uh, okay take your few days, but know I'm not going to stop fucking you until you make a final decision." She explained, as she untied her robe.
"Wait!" I said in a demanding tone, to which she stopped her actions immediately. "Go put on something you think will impress me, then I want you to get dressed in regular clothes on top of it and come get me. I think we need to go on a run to the grocery store." I told her.
"I think you'll be a great master." She said happily, before sauntering out of the room.
While I had time I started looking through the binder. Like she said there was the contract, but what caught my eye was the tab labeled Paraphilias. (For those who do not know the word I will explain. Paraphilias are sexual interests, urges, fantasies, or behaviors involving objects, activities or situations.) Looking at my mom's list I quickly learned three things.
1. She is a complete erotic, passionate, and sexually open vixen.
2. She had very little to absolutely no inhibitions sexually.
3. I was more than willing to sign any dotted line she asked, for a taste of what was promised in this list of hers.
I read the list and was surprised by the detail that she went into. Each item even had a short description of what it was with a note of whether she had tried it before or if it was just an interest. They were also marked green, yellow, and red. There was an indication noting the colors' meaning and purpose. Green was 'Good to go' which meant she was 100% willing and wanting of the act. Yellow was 'Willing and wanting' of the act, but it had to be at the right time and place. Red was 'Hard limit' would comply if her master demands, but not something she would want or ask for. There was also a note at the bottom that said anything that was not mentioned on this list was either an extreme no, or something she had not found yet and could always be discussed because her inhibitions could change.
There were only two in red. The first was public humiliation, being disgraced in a public setting with people she does not know. She would prefer this to only be done behind closed doors and only around people that she was close to. The second was coprophilia, the use of fecal matter was only a last resort punishment and only reserved for extreme circumstances. To which I needed to ask a few questions at a later time. So I grabbed my laptop and started a note document so I could keep track of things I wanted to address when we sat down to redo this contract of hers.
I was just finishing up typing a few things when mom came back into the room. She was wearing a long shirt and jeans. So I had no signal of what was under her clothes. I stood and put my laptop away before leading the way out the door. We took her car to the store because she did not really like riding in my explorer.
At the store I grabbed everything I thought I needed to get through the next few days. As we strolled the aisles I tossed the items in the shopping cart. I got some energy drinks, protein bars, Gatorade, pedialyte, and such. Then we went to the pharmacy section of the store. In the cart went a few different types of performance supplements, some lube, and when I went to grab condoms mom reached up and stopped me. "No, baby. You don't need those. I guess you didn't get to the part in the binder where I listed my known fetishes, but I love cum and absolutely despise condoms. They get in the way of my breeding fetish." She whispered in my ear.
"I guess I need to get that read soon then." I said with a goofy smile.
"Mhmm, can we get out of here now?" She quickly rubbed my cock and pulled her hand back. "I really want that in my mouth again." She hummed in my ear.
Just like that we rushed to the checkout. We had not even pulled out of the parking lot and she was fishing my dick out of my jeans. Driving down the street getting road head was very cool. Which gave me an idea. I pulled into the first drive through I spotted.
"Why are we stopping?" she pulled off my cock.
"Going to grab us some snacks." I answered.
"Okay." she barely got out before my cock was engulfed again.
She stepped up her game when the voice came over the speaker box. "Welcome to Dairy Queen, what can I get you?" The woman asked, and mom swallowed my dick and used her throat muscles to work me over.
"Uhg, I'd like a milkshake!" I groaned.
"Okay sweetie, what flavor?" The woman asked.
"Just vanilla will do." I said back. Then pulled to the window as directed.
"Oh,my!" the girl at the window said when she saw a head bobbing in my lap as she looked into the car. "So just one vanilla shake?" She asked, blushing deeply.
"Yeah, she's working for hers now." I glanced down to bring more attention to my mother giving me head.
"Mhmm, looks like she'll earn it soon enough." A lustful gaze covered the girl's face.
I paid and received my milkshake, but instead of pulling off to go home I sat at the window and let the girl watch while mom sucked my cock to completion. To explain the decision, the girl did not take her eyes off the live show the whole time she made the shake. So I figured I could at least let her see the finish. Plus there were no other cars in the lane so I was not worried about any angry customers or anything. The girl realized I was not pulling off so she propped up in the window on one arm and was clearly fingering herself with the other. Which only turned me on more.
When I started to cum I pulled mom off my cock a few inches. So that this girl could watch her receive a facial. In response to that mom and I got to watch as the girl brought herself to a climax, after I stopped spewing on mom's face. Then mom sat back in her seat and made a show of cleaning the cum off her face and eating it for the girl. Her eyes stayed glued on us as she continued to shake and try to stifle her moans. When the show was complete I finally pulled off.
"Oh my god, that was hot!" Mom exploded when we got back on the road. "We for sure just made that girl's whole month." She said with true lustful excitement in her voice.
"Yeah definitely." I agreed, handing her the milkshake. "Here you deserve this."
"Oh, I believe this was meant for you." Mom showed me a little note scribbled on the cup before she read it aloud. "My name is Stacey, and if you two ever need a third give me a call. Thanks for the show." Mom was exuberant for the rest of the ride home.
Once we were back home I demanded that mom give me a strip show down to the outfit she put on for me. To which she did an excellent job and got my cock hard before she even removed the first piece of clothing. Once she was down to her baby blue strapless bustier and matching lace thong I was ready to fuck her brains out, and by the look on her face she was more than ready for just that. Instead I decided to do something else.
