Rebecca Hendricks glanced at her phone, checking the coordinates of the home she was driving toward in her VW Jetta. Her friend James had invited her to visit, 100 miles away, after a lot of back-and-forth over his supposedly submissive mother.
She'd figured it was bullshit – just a ruse to get her there to fuck – but James had sent her a selfie of himself standing next to a nude woman. One about old enough to be his mom, maybe. She even looked a little like him. If this was James' mother, and she'd shown him the slutty other side of herself . . . did she know the slutty other side of her son?
Rebecca grinned and turned down the car stereo as she turned onto the street where this strange family lived.
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"Blossomed" is a pretty cliché way to describe how the relationship between my mother and I developed over the month after Dad "made" her become my submissive slut. I mean, how can you get infatuated with your own mom? The same way it happens with other people, I suppose. Sex. Lots and lots of sex.
It's different with your mother, though. Everybody wants the love of their parents, and I guess parents want to feel loved by their kids. So maybe I'm not a very strict "master" in our relationship. More like a sex-crazed partnership.
It's just fun. Like when we're driving to the nursery to get some dirt and plantings for the backyard. My job: Haul the crap. Her job: Suck dick in the SUV on the way there.
I make her take off her blouse and bra first, riding in the passenger seat topless. Sure, the windows are tinted but the SUV sits up pretty high.
"Put your hands on the headrest and stick those luscious boobs out," I tell her.
Mom loves being put on display. Her nipples get super hard and I can see her chest heaving in my peripheral vision. It reminds me of the first time she showed herself to me, standing the living room, when Dad "made" her strip. My dick remembers, too. So I unzip and get it out, proudly erect for my slutty mother.
I stroke myself, which Mom absolutely loves. I do too. Maybe I'm as much of an exhibitionist as she is. When she shows me her beautiful vulva – using her hands to make a little performance down there, pulling her labia and pinching her clitoris and eventually, when she knows I'm close, revealing her open vagina – I feel like I'm forced to squirt for her. Like I'm compelled to give in to her awesome femininity and when she takes my cock into her mouth to finish me, there's this incredible desire to be or do anything she wants.
Especially after she started sticking her finger in my ass right as I orgasm. There was no room for that in the SUV, unfortunately, when I finally let her bring her mouth to my rod. After the appropriate amount of begging.
"Please, may I cover myself?" she pleads as we're pulled up at a stoplight. First car in line, of course. The people on the other side of the intersection are getting an eyeful. One car taking a left nearly hits the curb as the driver gawks.
"Nope. You've got a great rack, Mom. I'm proud of you."
"Let me suck your cock."
"Listen to that mouth. You're such a randy cougar, Mom. I mean really."
"Please, Master James, this cunt would dearly love to suck your cock right now."
"Take your hands off the headrest and hold your boobs out so everyone knows what you're doing."
She shoves her tits and hard nipples at the windshield as we pull forward, giving every car in the opposite turn lane a look. The SUV seems to lack acceleration until the driver behind us honks his horn.
"Okay, now you can suck it," I tell her and Mom lunges across to impale her face on my engorged cock. It's great because she has to climb the center console so I can squeeze and stroke her hanging milf-boobs while she's blowing me.
Stuff like that.
It's a little more serious at night, now that Mom is sleeping in my bed. Yeah, I'm fucking her. No, it doesn't feel sick. She's so incredibly happy to be riding my dick, making all kinds of ruckus so Dad can hear down the hall.
"I haven't been properly made love to in years," she whispers in the darkness.
"What's up with that?" Long silence. "Mom?"
"It's uh, complicated. You know your father and I have a different sort of arrangement."
"You're his slut or whatever, and he doesn't fuck you?"
"I can't talk about it."
I rub my Mom's bottom and say, "There's a long . . . hard . . . spanking in your future if you don't."
Mom sighs. "I just can't."
I'm not going to be a dick about it and frankly, Mom not getting laid has turned out to be a bonanza for me. She's got to be a world-class piece of ass. Her pussy is like its own organism, the way it can clench and milk the cum out of me. And I can bang the living hell out of her when I need to. I'm kind of big and the girls at college complain.
Except Rebecca. She loves it, after she makes me eat her pussy for a long, long time and she's squeezed off several orgasms to get herself all Lucy Juicy. She sort of "orders" me to do it and I notice that I like the feeling of "obeying" to lap at her dark, tidy cunt. Rebecca has milky white skin and nearly black hair, and her nipples and nether region have this dark pigmentation. It's a memorable combo.
Which moves me to sit up in bed, get between my mother's legs and adjust her so I can orally worship her fantastic vulva, too. It's heaven kissing and suckling and lapping her lovebox while she strokes my hair and runs her finger around my ear.
"Lower," she whispers but I'm not sure what she means. Hey I'm 19, give me a break. Mom tucks a pillow under herself and pulls her knees back. So I drag my tongue lower, flicking a little and making her squirm. I think I know what she wants. So I try tonguing at her butthole.
"Do it," she says. And there's that command-and-obey thing going off in my head. It makes my dick hard as I make myself make out with my mother's asshole. My nose lands at the entrance to her vagina, so the scent of her there combines with the musky taste in her ass.
Mom's back to making her noises again. I swear I never heard my parents having sex in the house when I was growing up, and now she just cuts loose whenever. It might be some kind of turn on or torture meant for Dad, I'm thinking as I try to shove my tongue into her bottom. I'm grinding my throbbing cock against the sheet as I'm buried in my mom's female hormones and pheromones and whatever, just letting myself get lost in there, letting myself go and releasing myself to the smells and heat and texture and sounds of her pleasure.
Her hand eventually grips my head to hold me in place I guess and then I can sense her other hand above me, massaging and working her clitoris. It's familiar now, after the many times I've made her masturbate in front of me. I know from her motions when she's readying herself for an orgasm, so I redouble my efforts to please her, whipping my jaw and tongue as fast as I can against her anus.
When her orgasm starts with a bellowing groan, I leap up, grab her legs, flip her over, spread her ass and plant my needy cock against her anal entrance. Then I grip my mother by the throat and feel her voicebox howl as I push myself inside. I can't believe she can take me like this but that disbelief is quickly subsumed by the unbelievable sensation that's exploding from my dick. It's so tight and hot in there that my whole abdomen in on fire. And my balls! Oh my god they're swelling up with a massive load.
Maybe there's something to this foreplay idea. Maybe Mom's schooling me.
So I fuck the bejesus out of her, for as long as I can, which isn't very long, still clutching Mom's throat as she wails and then stops when she feels me pull out and grind my cock in her asscrack as shoot cum all over her back and hair.
So I guess I'm an asslicking "master." Whatever. I like it.
The first time I fucked Mom's cunt was kind of anti-climactic. Well, not for my dick of course, but it wasn't some amazing romantic event.
It became apparent that Mom liked being "used" and I kind of got in the habit. Just grabbing her and fucking her mouth whenever, that sort of thing. A lot of grabass, too. Why not? She's a submissive slut.
So one day I have some friends over for a pool party. No, I didn't humiliate Mom but I let her get away with being a tad underdressed. You know, for a mom. Anyway, there were girls there and the home situation had got me used to taking what I want. Only I couldn't. It was a little frustrating. One girl, Kami, was pretty flirty and had a rockin' bod. I had to consciously stop myself from telling her to yank down her bikini top. Maybe I should have.
