I can honestly say that maybe it's one time that the truth really did get me in trouble. That is if you consider what I'm about to tell you to be trouble. You'll just have to decide for yourself on that one. Before I go much further, I better take just a moment and tell you who I am. My name is Lisa and I'm 39. Mark's father and I divorced a little over ten years ago. I remarried two years after that but as fate would have it, my second husband, Bill, was killed in a traffic accident a year after we married. At least he left me a comfortable house and a nice nest egg. I'm not rich mind you, but I don't hurt for money either. I do my best to stay in shape and, well I look pretty good for my age even if I have to say so myself. I don't have a steady boyfriend and haven't for a while, but that's by choice. After Bill died I just kind of decided I didn't need any more heartache in my life, at least not right away. Now let me tell you about Mark. He turned eighteen a couple of months before this all happened and had just graduated from high school. He's a good kid, has always stayed out of trouble, helps me out around the house, and for the most part has always gotten good grades. He's a very good-looking young man, rugged yet not sloppy. Played high school football so he's in great shape. Was quite good actually but didn't get a scholarship, blew out his knee in the next to last game of his senior season. I've always been quite proud of him and always will be. Ok, now back to my tale. Where was I? Oh yes, we had that conversation about drugs, and for any of you in my age bracket I think you'll understand. I was quite relieved to find out he smokes some weed but doesn't do anything else. For those of you not from my era, let me just explain that smoking weed was pretty much always considered to be about the same as drinking, only nicer in my book. I was very relieved to know he wasn't doing crack, coke, meth, or any of the other various hard drugs he could have been doing. He actually seemed very surprised to find out that both his father and I used to smoke. I guess any kid his age would be. They picture us all as prudish and inexperienced. If they only really knew the truth almost all of our kids would be shocked I suppose. I didn't even bother explaining to him that his very existence probably began because of smoking weed with his father at a drive in movie theatre. Even when you're being honest and open, some things are better left unsaid. Mark then hit me with a question that probably should have shocked me, but instead peaked my interest. "I was going to go pick up a bag in a little while mom, think you'd be interesting in trying some?" he asked. When I look back, I probably should have said no, but it'd been so long since I smoked or even drank for that matter that I couldn't help but think it'd be fun to get stoned and just let my hair down for a change. "I don't know mark" I said, "maybe, well I probably shouldn't." "Oh what the hell, sure, in fact I'll tell you what." I continued, "While you are out getting that, I'll go and get us a pizza and pick up a couple of DVD's." We then agreed to meet back at the house in a couple of hours and get the evening started. I went to the video store and picked out a couple of movies. Then I went back home and ordered the pizza. While I was waiting for it, I remembered that my first husband had left some boxes at the house that I've never gotten rid of and I wondered. Maybe, just maybe it's in one of the boxes so I went up to the attic to look. It didn't take to awful long to find it. There it was at the bottom of the second box I looked in. Our old bong. Thought I might as well just go ahead and give it to Mark now anyhow, so I took it downstairs with me and got it cleaned up and ready. Mark got back about a half an hour later and his timing was perfect, the pizza had only been there for about 3 or 4 minutes and was still hot. He took one look at the bong sitting on the coffee table and just had to know where the hell it had come from. I explained about the boxes in the attic and that as far as I was concerned it was now his. He seemed pretty tickled by it. So know we had food, movies, and pot. The party was about to begin. As I served up pizza he went ahead and cleaned the weed and packed the bong. By the time we were done eating the moment of truth had arrived. Mark lifted the bong to his mouth and fired it up. That old familiar smell filled the room as he passed it to me and for the first time in 18 years I took a hit and it hit me like a ton of bricks. Mark definitely smoked a lot more of it than I did. I was wasted after just a few hits. After he had finished off the bowl, he set the bong down and got up and popped a movie into the player. As he settled back down onto the couch he looked at me and we both just busted out loud laughing. We were both wasted and we knew it. He was the first to say anything. "Jesus Mom! You looked completely fried!" and that got us to giggling like school kids. We laughed about nothing for quite awhile. I'm not really even sure how long. Time is a non-entity when you're stoned. After that, we just both kicked back and were pretty quiet for a while. Mark finally broke the silence and said that we needed to smoke some more. I was hesitant but he was insistent. Next thing I knew he was sitting beside me firing up the bong again. By the time we finished off that bowl, I was messed up. This shit they smoke today is so much more potent than the stuff I remember. After he put the bong down Mark laid back on the couch. He didn't even scoot over; he just flopped down. I just leaned back against the arm of the sofa. I looked at him and realized I was starring right up his shorts. I really couldn't see anything, but the point is I was starring. I forgot how pot always seems to just make your mind focus on sex, no matter what. I really felt guilty about starring but I have to admit I was really hoping that somehow he would move just right and I'd get a peak. I'm not sure how long it was, but after what seemed like a very long time I knew I needed to hit the sack. I was just too wasted to function, and to be honest, I was dying to play with my pussy; I'd really gotten horny and could just hear my vibrator calling my name. I told Mark I was going to bed and he protested a little, but I think he knew I was too stoned to do much else. I made it to bed and stripped out of my clothes. I got my vibrator out of my dresser and turned off the lights. I lay down and began to touch myself. Damn it felt good! Pot always makes sexual feelings so much more intense if you ask me. I turned on my vibe and began to insert it. I was in absolute heaven. I was feeling so good. I lost myself in the pleasure. Now I never asked him but either I was making too much noise and he got curious, or he was being just downright naughty but I suddenly realized that my bedroom door wasn't shut completely any more. There was just enough light to see that it was open just a little. I was about to stop and get up and shut it when I happened to look into the mirror on my dresser and I could see Mark standing there watching me. If I hadn't been stoned I honestly can't say if I would have done anything different but I just went with the flow. I kept right on masturbating. It really gave it something extra to know he was watching. I wasn't positive but I was pretty sure he was naked and stroking. I couldn't believe myself but I was wishing I could see. I had an earth shattering orgasm, my entire body convulsed. I came so hard and so loud that if Mark weren't standing there watching me he still would have known that his mother had just climaxed. I was like an animal. Again I can't be absolutely certain but I think he came too. The next morning I got up late and took a good long shower. When I got dressed and went down stairs Mark was waiting for me in the living room. "Come on and sit down Mom, I have a cup of coffee here for you and the bong is packed and ready." "Oh come on Mark," I said. "Last night was fun but I'm not so sure I want to get wasted first thing in the morning." He told me to suit myself and fired up the bong. I sat there sipping my coffee as he took a couple of hits and then offered it to me. I thought to myself "Oh what the hell" and took a hit. After that I was right there with him toke for toke. We didn't stop till bowl was cooked. We both then just leaned back against opposite arms of the couch. We lay there talking and I realized I wasn't looking anywhere but straight at his crotch. He was sitting with his legs king of spread and I had I nice view of it. He didn't say anything about noticing but he let one of his hands slide down over his crotch, kind of inch by inch, until he was fondling himself. An absolute silence enveloped us and I just lay there watching him become bolder and bolder with his touches. Soon he was rubbing himself blatantly. I was mesmerized. "Want to see it Mom?" the words shocked me into reality. "Want me to take it out and show it to you?" "Your eyes have been glued to it for a long time now." "Really, I like being watched, I'll take it out if you want me to." I couldn't believe what I was hearing him say but then the words just came right out of my mouth, or should I say word. "Yes!" Mark didn't hesitate, he pushed his ass up far enough so that he could get his shorts off and in no time at all he was naked from the waist down. He then took off his tee shirt saying, "I might as well get completely comfortable." His hard dick swayed in the air with every movement he made and I couldn't take my eyes off of it. "Every time I get high I get so horny." Said Mark. "I just got to stroke it. You want me to stroke it don't you Mom?" "I know you were watching me watching you last night." "I bet you wanted to see my cock as bad as I wanted a better view of your pussy." "Mark" I said, "I can't believe how bad you are being" "What's gotten into you?" "I can't help it mom, when I heard you playing with yourself last night I realized you were just as horny as I was. I couldn't help but try and see, you are so sexy and I just knew you'd put on a hell of a show." I didn't say a word, at least not for a while. I just sat there and watch him playing with his cock. It is long and thick and it was as hard as a rock. As I watched him stroke it I my pussy was getting wetter and wetter. I couldn't remember a time in my life when I was even close to being as horny as I was right then. "You have a beautiful cock Mark, it's much bigger than your dad's" I said. Then I asked, "Would you like me to get naked too honey? Do you want to get a good look at my pussy?" He smiled and told me, "Yeah Mom, you know I want to see your pussy, your tits too. Come on! Get those freaking clothes off. You know you want to." His boldness just served to egg me on, and I started to strip. I did it slowly. I wanted to savor the moment. He might have seen me last but there was much light. Now he was going to get a good look and I wanted both of us to enjoy it. I stood up and slowly took off my tee shirt. When it was off I spun around once or twice, just for effect. Then I ever so slowly peeled off my shorts. That left me in bra and panties and I was so excited that I felt like I'd come immediately if I touched myself. I spun around once again and asked him if he liked what he saw so far. "Not bad for an old broad don't you think?" "You look pretty damned good to me Mom. I can't wait to see that bra and those panties come off." Mark said. I turned my back to him and backed up to him. "Why don't you undo my bra for me honey" I said. He didn't need to be asked twice. He reached up and quickly unhooked it for me and I let it fall from my shoulders. He then let his hands drift down my back and before he settled back down into the couch he felt up my panty-clad ass. I then spun around and let him get a nice look at my boobies. I cupped them and pinched my nipples. Then I kind of laughingly shook them at him. The way he looked at them drove me absolutely wild with lust. He looked hungry and I wanted to feed him. I stood before him in just my panties and I nice dirty thought crossed my mind. "Why don't you help me with the panties now Mark. Pull them off for me honey." "Would you like to help Mommy?" He grinned from ear to ear and reached up and put a hand on either side of my hips. He then started to slowly pull them down. I was tingling all over. He got them all the way off and I stepped out of them and then laid down on the couch. I spread my legs wide and gave him a good long look. I asked him straight out, "Do you like my pussy Mark? Does it look yummy?" I really didn't think for a second that he didn't like it. I just wanted to hear him say he did. From the way he was looking at it and stroking his cock I already knew the answer. "Mom it looks delicious" he said and then added, "I'm going to erupt if I keep looking at it." Then he said something that really blew my mind, either I'm naïve or for what ever reason I just never noticed but he said, "I've been trying to see you naked for so long. I can't tell you how bad I've wanted to. You are just so hot Mom." So now there we were. Me watching him stroke his hard rock dick. Him watching me finger my pussy. This was this had to be one of the most, if not the most erotic moments of my life. The fact that I was stoned just served to make it all feel just so much better. Something then happened that just served to prove to me just how kinky I really can be. The telephone rang and for a second we both just froze. Mark went ahead and answered it and it turned out to be his father. It seems he had scored some good tickets to a ball game and wanted to know if Mark wanted to go with him. While they were talking Mark was making gestures like a person does when they don't want to be rude but they want the other person on the phone to hurry up and say what they have to say. I felt neglected at that point and decided to tease Mark some. I got down on my knees beside the couch and crawled over between his legs. As he continued to talk with his dad I started to rub my hands up and down his thighs. He gave me a look of panic and I took that as a signal to go a little further. I took a hold of his cock and started to stroke it. It felt so good in my hands and quickly was as hard as a rock again. At that point I couldn't resist and I licked the length of the shaft. It tasted too good to pass up and as my tongue reached the head I opened my mouth and let it slide on in. So there we were, Mark talking to his dad on the phone while I sucked his cock. I can tell you this much, he had one hell of a time keeping his composure. I have to give him credit though; he did it. I really don't know how he did it because I was sucking his cock for all I was worth. Just as he finished his call I got up off my knees and straddled him. I kissed him right on the lips as I guided his big cock into my pussy. My pussy was soaked with juices so it slide right in. I gasped as it filled me and I started riding him like a bucking bronco. "Fuck me! Fuck me Mark!" I screamed, and he did. His cock felt like it was filling me up completely. I ground my cunt into him as hard and as fast as I could. "Oh God! You're going to make me cum you mother fucker!" I yelled and erupted into a mind shattering orgasm. Mark was right behind me. As my climax started to subside he said he was about to shoot his load. I quickly dismounted him and engulfed his rod. I wanted his hot load in my mouth. I wanted to taste it, to savor it, yes, to devour it and he was about to oblige me. "Holy shit Mom here it comes!" he said and I could feel his shaft swell in my mouth and he exploded giving me a mouthful of his tasty man cream. I tried my best to swallow every last drop some did drip out the sides of my mouth. That liked up until he was clean. We then lay down in each other's arms for a while and then I heard him say some magic words. "Hey Mom, how about I pack us another bowl."

ies since my dad was a travelling executive and was away most of the time. My stepmom works around the house and rarely goes out. The only job does is maintain the house and always getting at my back which was intolerable. Let me drscribe myself, I am in my late 16s nad have an 8" cock and like to keep my stomach fit. i do body building and wieght lifting so i am pretty strong for my age

I washed myself and came downstairs and saw breakfats was ready. i noticed that she was wearing a see through nighty which made me get a hard on instantly becuase the morning sun rays were coming in through the window and i could see her perfect shaped body. i looked away as she looked at me and said that her mohter was really sick as she had to go to her mother's for the afternoon. I said that i would be around the house cleaning up my room. She left after an hour and i instantly went to my room and started making a plan. "Mission Linda". By this time  i had figured out her daily routine and planned acoording to that. my dad would be away for another 15 days which gave me alotta time. The i knew that all i had to do was make her dislike me so much that she would preactically scream and protest when i fuck her. that would make her understand who i was. i went and jacked off thinking of her wet pussy and firm breasts. i jacked off deliberately in her panties and left my cum like that to see her reaction. she came home after another hour and when she came and out of her room changed i thought she was gonna tell me something but she didnt. it was as if nothing had happened. then she asked me whether i did my homeowork and i sed that no, i played around which obviously got her pissed. she was like, ur grounded and i said 'who are you to tell me that?' and i did the things to irritate her the whole day.

By the time night fell i was sure that i her driven her to the limit of her tolerance and she had early dinner and went to bed. But i wasnt gonna let her sleep tonight. after an hour of her going to bed i took the extra key that i had and went to her room. I knew she had locked the door and so i opened it with the key as made the minimum level of sound while doing so. i saw her sleeping with a nighty. i went slowly around the bed and took out the knife i had with me. i touched her hair and she instantly opened her eyes. she looked at me with surpirsed eyes, i showed her the knife and said, 'Not at sound bitch or else u are finished here, i had had enough of you' she agreed and by this time her surpise had turned into fear. i took out the nylon ropes i had kept under th bed earlier and tied her hands and legs to the bed rails. then i started cutting her dress.when i was done i saw that she wasnt wearing anything inside and that made my cock rock hard. i went near her and and tried kissing her lips and she protested i slapped her across the face hard. then she agreed and i started sqeezing her breasts and she started to moan. i was surprised, 'you really are enjoying it bitch arent you' I said. then i put my cock into her mouth and she started to suck it. she sucked it and sucked it while i fingered het wet pussy. then i went down and licked her pussy. it was sooooooooooo wet and tasty. she just came on mt mouth and i slapped her for that as well. I put my cock through her pussy and she moaned again. she wanted it soo badly i pumped my cock into and outta her and kept on fuckng her until i came in her pussy. she was like, 'Oh goooooooooooood, baby come to me' and at that instant i felt that i has raped badly whereas she could have given it to me willngly. i lay over her and sed sorry abt the stuff and we kissed each other to make up.

ile looking at a Victoria's Secret catalog, picturing my mother in all the different types of panties.

   A week later I was lucky enough to find bra and panties that she had taken off before a shower and forgot to remove from the bathroom. These were black and silky matching bra and panties. I felt the smoothness of the panties and smelled them, the smell was something like sweat and sex. My dick became hard as I smelled her freshly used panties, and i lowered my pants and began to rub them against my rigid cock. The silky panties felt so good against my dick, and I could feel a trickle of pre-cum that I rubbed into her underwear. I once again returned to my room and jerked off thinking of my sexy, young mother.

   My growing lust for my mother led me to hanging around outside the bathroom while she was showering. I hoped to catch a glimpse of anything as she left the bathroom to get dressed in my their room. I was only able to see her clad in a towel wrapped tightly around her body, so I could only make out the bottoms of her legs dripping with water. These brief sights only caused my want for her to grow.

   My mother worked in the jewelry industry, so occasionally she went to conferences to buy new merchandise. A convention was coming up in Washington DC so she asked if I would like to come and see the city while she was doing business. I quickly agreed as I had never been there and thought it could be a fun trip, little did I know how fun.

   We left early one Friday morning, packing light as it would only be a 2 night stay. It took us about two hours to reach the Mariott in Washington. It was a very impressive hotel, and we were both pretty excited about our stay here. We checked in and found our room had one king size bed, which my mother said would'nt be a problem since it was only two nights.

   My mother immediately changed into a nicer outfit for the conference. She wore a red skirt with a tight black top, flesh colored panty hose and red high heels. I must say when she came out of the bathroom I was floored with how good she looked. My mother had to check in and do conference stuff all day, so I was left to roam the city alone. I visited the Air & Space museum and just walked around admiring the city. I returned to the hotel around dinner time and found a note saying that my mother was going to the conference dinner and wouldn't be back till 10. I ordered some room service and laid on the bed watching television.

   I must have dosed off because I was awakened in the dark by my mother fumbling with the room key. It was one of those swipe things, but the thing was pretty picky about how you slid the card. I got out of bed and oppended the door.

   "Hi, thanks for opening the door hun, this door card always gives me trouble." my mother said as she entered the room. I could smell alcohol on her and she sligltly slurred her words so I knew she had been drinking. She rarely drinks so a few glasses of wine and she is past buzzed.

   "No problem mom, did you have a good night?"

   "I had a great time, I saw a lot of jewelry I'm really excited to get into our store. The dinner was great, I wish you could have been there. I couldn't wait to get back up here and sit down and relax. So how was your day"

   "Not bad, I went to a museum, ordered room service and then watched some tv" I said as I laid back down on the bed again. The room was dark except for the flickering light of the television. My mother laid down on the bed next to me, still wearing her outfit of a short red skirt and sexy heels. The tightness of the shirt perfectly outlined her breasts, and I could make out the bra underneath. It made me hard just wondering which of her Victoria's Secret bras she was wearing tonight.

   "My feet are killing me, these shoes are so uncomfortable but I love them. I need to wear something different tommorow since I will be on my feet all day again."

   "Do you want a foot massage?" I innocently asked her, as I had done it for her years ago. Now I had a new interest in getting close to her beautiful stockinged feet.

   "Awww, that would be great sweetheart."

   I crawled to the foot of the bed and removed my mothers red heels. Her feet felt so good through the stockings she wore. I begin to slowly rub and massage her feet, concentrating on all the areas I knew were sore. I started out softly, but increased my pressure. My mother reacted by sighing, and I could see her eyes were now closed. I worked my way up her legs slowly, stopping midway between the knee and ankle. I softly massaged her lower legs and feet, as she became more relaxed she slid down on the bed a little and her legs parted slightly. If I got down low I could almost see all the way up her skirt.

   I got braver and crawled up next to her body, still rubbing her lower legs. I slowly began moving farther up her leg till I was rubbing the middle of her thigh. I was now so close to her crotch that I could smell what I had smelled on her panties. By now my dick was rock hard as I continued to rub her inner thigh gently, as I didnt want to alarm her. Occasionally I would look up at her shapely breasts that were moving with her breathing, fighting against the tightness of her shirt. The look on my mothers face was pure relaxation, her lips slighlty parted, eyes closed.

   While rubbing her inner thigh I began to put a small amount of pressure on her inner thigh, pushing her legs a little bit more open. Her body unconsciously complied, and her skirt rode up a little bit and now I could see the tops of the panty hose and just a little bit of her panties. Her panty hose was flesh colored thigh high, connected to a garter belt. Her panties were small white and lacy. I kept rubbing her thigh gently, massaging the muscles. I ran my hand over the tops of the thigh highs, and felt the small area of skin between them and her panties. I didn't go very high right now as I was honestly scared out of my mind. I was waiting for her to any second jump up and call my father. I couldn't stop though, I had gone too far, and my cock was just too hard to quit.

   My rubbing of her inner thigh intensified, as I slid my hand higher my knuckles brushed against her panties. I kept brushing against her lacy panties, very slightly at first, then applying a little more pressure. As I rubbed the back of my hand against her panty covered pussy, I heard a soft moan escape from her mouth, and her breathing was getting faster. I then got brave and moved my one hand to her panties as my other hand continued to massage her thigh. I very delicately ran my fingers over the lacy white panties, feeling the warmth and moistness of her pussy. I ran my fingers up and down her panties, feeling her wet lips beneath the thin fabric. I heard another moan from her, and I felt her hips push back against my fingers. She was actually enjoying this. I couldn't believe it, I was rubbing my hot mothers pussy, while she laid with her legs spread. I had to look her over again, wearing her thigh high stockings and a short black skirt that was now pushed up revealing her white lace panties.

   While my one hand continued to massage her inner thigh, I pushed aside her panties revealing my mothers beautifully trimmed, wet pussy. In the dark I could barely make out the light patch of pubic hair above her pussy. I ran my finger slowly up the outside of her pussy, over her clit and then felt the softness of her pubes. This time my mother moaned loader, pushing her head back into the pillow. I moved one finger slowly up and down her wet slit, making sure to touch her clitoris. My mother's breath quickened and I heard "mmmmmm". I used my other hand to hold her panties aside, and slowly inserted a finger into her pussy. I rubbed it around the opening of her hole, making sure I was nice and lubricated. I then stuck my finger almost all the way inside her, which was quite easy because of how wet she was.

   "Oh god that feels good", my mother slurred with her eyes still shut. I then inserted two fingers into her, and slowly pushing them in and out. I could feel her hips rising to meet my fingers with each thrust. I knelt in between her legs and lowered my head down, enjoying the overpowering scent of her pussy. I kissed up her inner thigh, and then slowly started kissing her wet lips. I kissed up and down her slit, I grabbed her terrific ass and pulled her pussy closer to my face as I began to lick her. I hear more moans and sighs from her as her breathing got quicker. Her hips continued their bucking motion, pushing her moist clit closer to my tongue. I buried my tongue into her pussy, causing her to squeal as I relentlessly ate her out.
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   I knew she was coming close to orgasm, so I knew this was my best chance.   I quickly removed my sweat pants and boxers and crawled over top of my mother. She opened her eyes and looked at me in horror.

   "Oh god baby, I'm so sorry. I was a little drunk and got confused and excited when I shouldn't have. I'm your mother, we can't do this"

   I said nothing to her and started kissing her neck and ears while I was rubbing my cock against her wet slit. I could feel her big tits against me, and my dick was already covered in her precum mixed with my own. I began to squeeze her tits as I ran my tongue in her ear. She began to try to push me off of her, but since she was smaller and slightly drunk she wasn't very effective. As she struggled with me I pulled up her shirt and was finally able to see her breasts in one of her sexy bras, they were as perfect as I had imagined. I rubbed her tits with one hand as I used the other hand and my body weight to hold her down.
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   "No Mike, please don't do this. Your father will kill us, plus this is incest. Its so wrong, please I'm your mother." She helplessly pleaded. I then kissed her softly on the lips, she turned away so I kissed her harder this time. I tried sticking my tongue into her mouth but she kept her lips tightly closed as she whimpered. I then slowly stuck the head of my cock inside her, and begin gently rocking back and forth. The shallow thrust and the angle I was at made my head rub directly against her clit. I tried kissing her again, she kept her mouth closed but didn't turn her head this time. I increased my rhythm and kissed her again, this time she opened her mouth and our tongues met in a passionate kiss. We kissed deeply and for a long time as she wrapped her arms around me, I thrust further into her and could feel her moan into my mouth. We stopped kissing and I reached around and undid her bra and removed it, revealing her amazing tits. Her nipples were hard as a rock, and I began to lick and suck on them.

   "Oh honey, that feels so good. Suck mommy's tits like you used to. Oh fuck, suck on my nipples hard, mmmm" my mother moaned in ectasy. I kept licking and sucking her nipples, biting on them causing her to squeal loudly and then moan with pleasure. I kissed her again, her tongue going wild in my mouth while my hands roughly grabbed her breasts. I was now fucking my full 8" deep inside of my mothers wet pussy, as I thrusted in I could hear our skin slapping together. The smoothness of her panty hosed legs felt incredible against my naked skin. I felt my mothers pussy clench my cock, and she wrapped her smooth legs around my body pulling me closer to her. "I'm cummmming baby, oh fuck yeah, keep fucking your mommy. Oh god I'm cumming now!" My mother screamed as her whole body tightened and her pussy started convulsing on my rigid cock. I could feel wave after wave of orgasm hit her, her pussy was now drenched with her cum.
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   Now I could feel my balls tightening, I grabbed my mothers tights tightly, tweaking her nipples and causing her to yell. I fucked her pussy with incredible speed, and she knew I was close to cumming. "Please baby, don't cum in me, I'm not on the pill and I can't get pregnant with your child" she pleaded with me. I ignored her request and kept fucking her, kissing her on the lips and playing with her nipples. I then came inside her, it must have been the biggest orgasm I ever had. I shot loads of cum inside my mother as she writhed under my cock. I kept fucking in and out of her while I was cuming. I finally finished filling my mother with my load and we laid there is silence for a few minutes. I then pulled my now soft cock out of her and lay down next to her. The sight of my mother laying there with her tits hanging out, legs spread and my cum leaking out of her pussy and running down her ass was incredible. My mother passed out in about 10 minutes without speaking a word to me or getting up to clean my jizz out of her. I noticed her nipples and breasts were red from where I was biting and grabbing at them. It turned me on to think of my mother sleeping with her pussy full of my cum, and with that wonderful thought I fell asleep.

   The next morning I woke up and my mother was already dressed. She had the look on her face that she wanted to talk to me about something.

   "Goodmorning Mike, before I go I just wanted to talk to you about last night. What we did was horrible and an accident, I should have never let myself get so carried away. We need to keep this between us as a one time mistake, because your father would kill both of us. I don't blame you at all and I'm not mad, but nothing like that will ever happen again." my mother said, her eyes filling with tears.

   "Ok mom, I'm sorry, I guess I just got a little carried away too."

   "Well I won't be home till dinner, so if you want we could go get something to eat together."

   "Sounds great mom, see you later" I said to my mother as she walked out the door. I felt bad for upsetting my mother, but I knew she enjoyed it just as much as I had. I spent the day laying around watching tv, but not really paying attention to it. I was mostly thinking about my mother and how I wanted to do the same things to her again. I slept on and off, showered, ate some room service and just thought.

   I decided around 5:30 to take a shower, while I was showering I heard a knock on the bathroom door.

   "Mike, it's me. I have to go pee, stay in the shower so I can come in and use the bathroom."

   "Ok, Its open mom, I'm in the shower."

   "Stay in the shower, no funny business today. I just can't hold it any longer" my mother said as she entered the bathroom. It was just my luck that there was a mirror directly accross from the toliet, in which I would be able to get a perfect view of my mother. I pretened to keep showering, and made small talk about her day. I saw in the mirror my mother enter the bathroom and lift the toliet lid. She was wearing a white mini-skirt, white blazer, and a navy blue tube top that showed off great cleavage. My mother replied to my questions and again reminded me to keep my eyes averted while she was in there.

   In the mirror I saw her take off her white high heels and then strip off her white panty hose. She then lifted her skirt and dropped her little black thong panties to the floor and sat on the toliet. I could hear the piss hit the toliet as I watched my mother urinate. I had a perfect view of her pussy and the stream of piss from it. My mother was too preoccupied with holding up her skirt to notice me. Once she was finished she wiped, pulled her panties up and flushed the toliet. I then saw her walk over to the sink. I was so turned on by watching her pee for some reason.

   As she was washing her hands I got out of the shower, leaving it on. She didn't notice me coming up behind her because of the noise of running water in the room. I grabbed her around the waist and started to squeeze her tits.

   "Please Mike, We can't do this again. This is wrong, its incest. I'm your mother and we aren't going to do this." my mother begged. I held her hands down on the counter of the bathroom sink, and then I slid her panties down her.

   "Noo, I'm going to tell your father. He is going to kill you when he finds out." my mother was screaming at me. I started to play with her pussy while she was still facing away from me. I rubbed her clit and got her wet, despite her protests. I pushed my cock into her pussy, fucking her from behind. I didn't do it gently this time either, I fucked her hard.

   "Please Mike, you have to stop this. This is wrong." My mother cried with tears running down hear cheeks. I kept fucking in and out of her and got a nice rhythm going on. I reached under her shirt and grabbed her tits roughly, making her squirm in my grasp. I undid her bra as she kept yelling for me to stop. I took off the bra and began squeezing her nipples tightly, causing her to yell out in pain. I kept my cock burried inside her, fucking in and out roughly causing her to wince.
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   My mothers pussy got wetter and wetter the harder I fucked her from behind. I played with her tits as the swang freely in front of her. Her protests became weaker and I felt her body relax a little bit and start uncontrollably pushing back against my large cock. My mother then begin to moan in pleasure as she was overcome by her first orgasm. I could feel her pussy tighten against my hard cock, and felt the cum squirt out of her.

   I turned my mother around and kissed her, our tongues meeting once again in a lustful kiss. I then sat down on the counter and pulled her head towards my cock. She complained a little bit, so I tweaked her nipple till she lowered her head. I could see the dried tears on her face which was flushed from orgasm. She reluctantly kissed my cock on the tip, and then begin to lick her own cum off of it. Soon my mother began licking up and down my hard prick, getting every last drop of her own cum off of it. She then took my shaft deep into her mouth and began sucking expertly. I kept kneading her breasts and playing with her nipples as she fucked my cock with her mouth. I could hear my mother moaning as she sucked my 8" cock in and out of her mouth. She then licked my balls and took each one into her mouth, gently massaging it. I felt her tongue slide down to my asshole and dart around the outside of it. My mother then licked my taint, occasionaly licking my asshole or balls. She then went back to work on my shaft, furiously sucking it into her mouth. I had about all I could take. "I'm cumming mom!" I yelled at her.

   "Oh honey, I want your cum inside my mouth. I'm gonna swallow it all for you baby." My mother said, the sentence garbled by my cock being in her mouth. I then shot my load into my mother's mouth, and watched and she slurped it all down. I came so much she choked on it a little and some ran down her chin onto her tits. After I had finished cumming she opened her mouth to she me all of my cum in her mouth and kept kissing my cock while swallowing my wad. She then licked the cum off her tits.

   "We can't tell anyone about this Mike."

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.  After high school I moved as far out of state as possible to be away from my home life situation.  I attended a Big 10 school finishing my Bachelor’s Degree and then stayed on for another two years finishing my Master’s Program.  Now being away from my mother as long as these 6 years I had allowed her back into my life at arms length.  I learned to keep her at a distance where she could not bring me down or do me harm. 

 

About half way through my second year in Graduate School my mom told me she’d met and amazing man who was young, educated, hard working, intelligent, well spoken and more than anything else kind and generous.  At the time I was 23 years old and not interested in adding a man to my life, I only wanted to look forward to starting my career and– I particularly did not my mom setting me up with any men.  Especially considering her history with men and the fact that I was 400 miles away at school.  To my complete surprise I quickly learned the man my mother was describing was not intended for me to meet, but was someone she’d met herself.   She told me she’d been dating this man for a few months and they wanted to get married, but before getting married he wanted to meet me and have my blessing in marrying my mother.  It would not take my traveling the 400 miles to give my blessing, having my mom pre-occupied with a man in her life and not calling me 24/7 was reason enough to give my blessing.  I considered the situation and obliged her.  I didn’t think there would be any problems with her in this situation because she would be on her best behavior with a new man around so I flew home for a weekend to meet Matt. 

 

What I learned of Matt before meeting him is that he was 34 years old.  A full 10 years younger than my mom.  This was not that surprising though considering my mother’s vanity kept her in great shape.  She often passed for my sister more so than my mom.  What I did not know until getting off the plane and seeing mom and Matt pull up to the airport terminal was how good looking Matt is.  His body is not rock solid, more to the point that he’s obviously strong but big boned.  He’s well proportioned, dark and boldly handsome.  College guys are all about working out and banging a different chick each weekend.  I could see Matt was well beyond that, he was tall and confident in his stride.  It took me both hands to carry my roller bag – when he picked up the bag with one hand and put it into the back of the Explorer I could plainly see muscles moving across his back as he moved.  I was impressed, I was very impressed. 

 

The weekend home with mom was as expected, we had a good two days together and Sunday evening I was left standing at the airport terminal with my bag headed back to school.  As I finished out my last semester at school my thoughts often turned to Matt.  Being only 11 years older than myself Matt knew full well he was not a father figure to me, nor did either of us want that to be the case.  Matt does not have children of his own, due to his extreme focus on being successful in his career.  He told me straight from the beginning he and I could be friends, but he was not a step-father.  Nor did he want that title from me – so seeing what a great guy Matt is I extended my friendship and in return got his.  So now when mom would call the cell phone, I found myself less and less screening calls/sending her to voice mail and more and more answering the call to chat with her knowing that I would also get to have 5 minutes with Matt. 

 

As the months passed I finished my last semester and found myself having to move another 300 miles from school (further from home) to take my first job working in another city for the same company through which I did my intern work during my Master’s program.  I knew the move would be difficult for me.  I’m a small girl, 5’-2” and 118 lbs.  While I’m describing myself I’ll digress to give the full story; brown hair shoulder length, brown eyes, very shapely hips and ass with 36C breasts.  I called mom and Matt to ask for their financial help to more after graduation.  What I got was somewhat different, mom had taken the opportunity to insert herself in to the situation by saying that they would fly into town, rent a moving van, the three of us could pack up the van and Matt could drive the three of us to my new apartment and unpack there.  I agreed to the situation; 1. I really needed the help and 2. I was looking forward to seeing Matt again.  Our phone conversations over the months had really allowed me to get to know him I was excited about the thought of seeing him again.

 

Seeing Matt again was not at all what I expected.  Living with my mom over the past 6 months had completely worn him down.  He was still very handsome, but had lost some weight and I could plainly see the confidence had disappeared from his eye as his face drooped.  He had obviously become the victim of my mother reverting back to her abusive ways over the past months.  I looked into Matt’s eyes and he into mine, without a word between us there was a complete sense of understanding.  We decided on a local college hot spot that offered some entertainment with dinner.  Matt and I played some darts and video games while mom looked on sipping wine at the table.  When the food came mom had had more than one glass of wine which meant Instant Bitch was right around the corner.  Through dinner Matt and I were very cautious of not letting her lead us into a fight at the table.  I was happy when after dinner I dropped them at the hotel entrance.  As I pulled away Matt looked back at me as if to say “Please don’t leave me here alone.” 

 

The next day I picked up Matt to take him to the rental store for the moving van.  On the drive he asked me if my mother had ever been abusive to me.  I pulled the car to the side of the road and I started to cry uncontrollably.  He didn’t say anything more (now knowing full well the answer to his own question).  Instead he reached across the front seat wrapped his arms around my shoulders.  I felt an incredible sense of understanding in those arms and even more of a sense of comfort.  I suddenly realized that here is a grown man (like my mother’s other husbands) who has no doubt just endured the wrath of my mother’s onslaught probably all night, yet here he is comforting me.  Through my own tears I looked up at Matt and kissed him.  Not a friendly kiss, but an ‘I want you’ kiss.  I did this without even thinking and cannot even now say completely for sure where it came from.  Matt did not kiss me back, but let me go, we both composed ourselves and drove on to the rental place to pick up the van.  The next day we arrived with packed van to my new city and new apartment.  That night mom and Matt got a taxi to the airport where they had arranged to fly home that night. 

 

I started work a couple days later and worked hard to get into a new routine in a new city.  I found some excitement in being out on my own without classes or homework after a day at work.  But night time was boring and I was alone without the friends and support system I enjoyed at school.  Sometimes I would call home to talk to mom and Matt, other times I would call Matt at his work to talk to him without mom’s overhearing.  Matt never asked me about the kiss I gave him and I came to realize through our conversations that things I told him did not get back to my mom, I had complete confidence and trust in him – being away from him I began to find difficult and it was at that point I realized I loved him.  Not a passionate love, at least not yet, but a familiar love. 

 

Mom and Matt came to visit me over a long Easter weekend one spring.  Mom was in good spirits, but I could see Matt was still on the losing end of the abuse.  He’d lost more weight and I could see his musculature ripple through this continuously thinning skin.  Had I not felt sorry for him knowing the extent of his situation I would have thought more of his appearance, particularly his lean, strong 6-0 frame.  He was like a powerful tower over me even in his dreary state.  But yet I saw past that and knew him as a gentle giant with teddy bear kindness.  I was aware that mom has started drinking again from conversations with Matt.  However not until that night did I know how much she was drinking.  We’d gone to a local restaurant for dinner.  Mom had her usual several cocktails and we decided to call it a night before she started to get mean.  We got back to the hotel and I went up with them to say good night.  Mom pulled out another bottle of wine and as we chatted she chugged the whole bottle.  When she started into her bullshit I said good night and asked Matt to drive me home.

 

The drive home was not what I expected.  Matt was cautious with his words, but told me that no matter what happened he intended to stay with mom as his wife because he’d never given up on anything and he didn’t feel leaving the marriage was safe for me regardless of the cost to him.  I knew that he’d never hurt my mom regardless of whatever she did to him, not because he’s a pussy, but because he’s a real man.  I also now knew this man was staying with my mom to protect me from her regardless of the cost to himself.  I began to cry again, like a 4 year old girl hurt from a fall with a skinned knee.  Matt pulled into the complex parking lot and stopped in front of my apartment door.  I asked him to come inside to get my spare car key to drive back to the hotel so I could keep my primary set with my other keys.  We stepped inside and I gave him the spare car keys.  I still had tears in my eyes from Matt’s kind words as he reached up to use a thumb rubbing away the tears.  I could not help myself I reached up grabbed his hand and kissed the palm.  I then through myself into his arms and hugged him tightly.  He hugged me back, closed the door behind him and returned to the hotel.  About an hour later there was a knock at the door, to my shock it was Matt with the tell tale red cheek from being slapped and scratches on his neck where she’d attacked him.  I opened the door to his face when he said, ‘No matter how much harm she does I just cannot bring myself to hit a woman.  She’s passed out cold and will not remember anything until morning now.  Can I come in and rest with you awhile to calm down?’  I could not have been happier to have him there.  He sat on the couch and I sat next to him in my gym shorts and a sweat shirt.  He put his arm out and I curled up into him like a kitten into a blanket.  As we sat quietly watching TV at some point he feel asleep.  Here I was with this big strong man in his arms, truly my best friend in the world at that point.  It didn’t matter to me he was married to my mom, I was overcome with the need to have this man and my feelings overwhelmed me. 

 

I got up and quietly undressed myself, shedding my sweatshirt and cotton shorts.  I stood there naked in front of Matt when my body shook and I could feel the anticipation building between my legs.  I sat back down across Matt’s lap straddling him.  This had the obvious effect of waking him, when he saw my nakedness he jumped off the couch and I wrapped my legs around his waste and arms around his neck tightly to hold on.  He was trying to get me off him, but I held on tight and I told him how much I needed him and I wanted to thank him for protecting me.  He stood still looking at me just long enough to let me kiss him.  He did not kiss me back.  On my second kiss he told me I was about to cross a line from which I would not be able to retreat.  I looked him in the eye and said only ‘I know’.  The third kiss he reluctantly did accept my lips and wrapped his arms around my back grabbing an ass cheek with each hand to hold me up on him.

 

I relaxed my grip around his waist and let my legs fall back to the ground.  I slid down his tall frame until my face was nuzzling at his chest through his shirt.  I pulled his shirt up from behind as high as I could reach and he took it off from there.  Then stepping back I released his belt and unsnapped the 501s he filled out so nicely.  I was surprised and happy to see his cock pop free when his jeans fell off his waist with no underwear.  He smiled and mentioned underwear was something he hated wearing and purposefully did not wear underwear now because it was something that my mom did not like that was in his own little way a victory of some independence.  I could not help myself.  Sucking dick was not something that I often liked to do with guys I’d been with in college.  Their own goal was to get off themselves so sucking a dick was an option to just getting fucked and getting what I could out of the experience.  However Matt was more than I could control myself around.  I dropped to my knees and took his cock into my mouth like a baby accepts a bottle.  He tasted good and I could feel him grow in my mouth.  I let my tongue explore the underside of his shaft, around the base of the head of his cock and up to the slit at the end.  It was an incredible feeling for me and I couldn’t stop myself from exploring him in my mouth.  He was gentle and let me have my way not moving or forcing himself in me, but letting me slide back and forth at my own pace.  His cock continued to grow longer than what I could get into the back of my mouth.  I tried to get my lips all the way to the base of his cock, but the head went into my throat.  I could have taken the length, but he width of his cock would not allow it to go down my throat further so instead I continued to focus on the head and shaft.  I continued this exploring for about five minutes on not a word was said and until this point he’d not touched me in any other way.  I felt a slight twitch in his cock and looked up to him with his dick never leaving my mouth as he looked down to meet my eyes I knew he was about to cum.  I gave him an approving nod and with that I closed my eyes focused on using my tongue as much as my mouth on him and then it hit me like a cannon shot.  The first shot hit the top of my mouth and I quickly moved down as far as possible so the rest of his 6 to 7 shots went straight down my throat.  I held him there for a long while until I knew he was spent then slowly pulled the head of his dick back past my throat and slid my mouth off his cock.  He collapsed back on the couch watching me swallow what was left of him in my mouth.  I moved between his legs still on my knees and kissed him shooting my tongue into his mouth to share the taste.  He willingly accepted my tongue and kissed me back more passionately then I have ever been kissed in my life.  If my pussy were not wet and sensitive enough by this point it certainly grew and I felt a little knot of anticipation building in my stomach.  He continued to kiss me and with his strong frame picked me up from the floor in one swoop and carried me to my bedroom laying me across my bed and moving the giant overstuffed teddy bear he’d given me as a gift on a previous visit.  I felt so small as Matt stood over me laying across my bed and I could now more than ever appreciate his strength and size.  He moved toward me laying across the top of me by never quite touching my body with his except to kiss me with the same passion he’s just done on the living room couch.  My body shivered with chills and my nipples hardened until they hurt.  He moved from kissing my lips over my chin, down my neck to the middle of my chest then took a breast into his mouth and gently flicked my nipple with his tongue.  I was beside myself and wanted so badly to relieve myself by shoving my fingers in my own pussy to give myself the building release I needed.  Matt felt my anticipation and as if I had said out loud what I was thinking he continue sucking on my breast, one then the other, while moving his hands up to grab my wrists and pin me from touching myself or him in any way.  I couldn’t help myself and as I have never experience before I began to squirm uncontrollably under his body.  He let the weight of his frame slowly down on my hips and waste.  I could feel the head of his cock against the opening of labia and I so wanted him to push into me and spread my pussy lips wide open.  Instead he slowly and purposefully guided the head of his dick up and down the length of my pussy slit from the bottom all the way up past my clit and back down again.  I was going crazy and before I knew what had happened my pussy clenched up and I body went as rigid as a board pushing against his weight and I came – I came hard and deep and long.  When I started to relax I didn’t have the same feeling of being spent and not wanting more (like was so often the case with other boys I’d been with).  My body had not betrayed me and even though I had just reached the most intense orgasm I’d ever felt I was ready for more (instead of the usual clenching my teeth through the rest of being fucked until the guy was finished). 

 

Matt released his grip on my wrists and lifted his hips and guided me to roll over onto my stomach under him.  He pulled his knees up on either side and sat up on the back of my thighs.  I could feel the weight of his hard cock laying in the valley formed by my ass.  He leaned down and kissed the back of my neck pulling my hair to the side.  With his hands he rubbed my back hard and with deep massaging circles.  Where his hands went his mouth followed with kisses down and down slowly until he reached my ass cheeks.  He continued rubbing up once cheek down the other and then pulled my ass cheeks apart and ran his tough the length down my ass until he got between my leg and was licking my pussy lips.  I could feel his nose buried in my ass as his tongue worked my pussy and clit from behind.  He knew my pussy better then I knew myself and with a finger rubbed the clit gently.  When his tongue hit the clit he’d move his finger inside my pussy and rub my g-spot simultaneously.  I couldn’t help myself and I began to once again feel another orgasm coming on.  He sensed this too and kept up the rhythm with his fingers but moved his head and body back up my back until I felt the head of his cock against my pussy lips and moved his finger away.  Slowly, and without missing a beat he moved his cock past the entrance to my pussy moving in an inch, pulling all the way back out and pushing back in an inch deeper each time until I could feel his groin and balls all the way up against the back of my legs and the top of his dick bottoming out inside my pussy.  He was bigger than anything I have had before.  He was more gentle, caring of my needs, knowing of my desires and a man like no other now buried as deep into my pussy as possible.  For the first time since kissing him in the living room either of use spoke when he told me that I made his cock feel so incredibly good inside my tight pussy.  With that he began to slowly move in and out fucking me.  I could not help myself and without any thing more to grab onto I bit down on an edge of comforter clenching my teeth and the orgasm I was so close to finally took over and I once again screamed and clenched down my pussy against the side of his cock.  Matt slowly slid his cock completely out of my pussy and I felt the fire of a thousand torches shooting though my body.  I was out of control and needed more.  But now more than what I needed, I needed to feel him explode inside my pussy washing the inside with his cum.   As soon as I felt his weight come off my ass I rolled over and motioned for him to roll off of me onto his back.  I got up next to him and kissed the light hair on his stomach and up his chest.  Reaching his face I had taken the time necessary to rest myself.  I reached one leg over him straddling his waste until I felt his cock at my pussy.  Pushing back I felt his length drive into me until I was at the bottom where I could sit up on him and fuck him for myself.  He tried putting his hands on my ass to guide me but I made him grab the bed covers and rode him myself up and down, side to side and in circular motions.  I wanted his cock to feel every part of my pussy as it had done in my mouth before.  I was purposefully moving slowly although I could tell he wanted me to speed up the rhythm to make him cum.  I denied him this and made him watch me play with my own tits as I rode up and down, back and forth across his pelvis driving his cock into the deepest parts of my pussy.  He loved the show and when his eyes shifted from my kneading my own tits to looking at my pussy grinding against his hips, cock buried to the hilt.  Then I felt it.  His cock twitched and the thrust of his cum moving up the shaft I felt on the walls of my pussy until it exploded out of the top deep inside of me.  I’d never felt so satisfied in myself or having satisfied a partner as I did with Matt.  We collapsed in each others arms, me on top of him leaving his spent cock to soften inside my pussy until it slipped out on it’s own.  We slept for a short time until the motion of one of us moving stirred up both awake again.  Matt and I had one more good fucking on the bed when he turned me around and fucked me doggie style.  This time there were no points for style, it was raw animal fucking.  My banging my ass back to meet his every thrust forward, he had a hold of my waist at the top of each hip and was using my hip bone to pull himself deep into me until.  I quickly succumbed to an unprecedented third orgasm in one night no less intense than either of the first two.  However Matt could sense I was overly sensitive inside when he pulled out and turned me over shoving his cock into my face.  I had just wrapped my lips around the head when  I felt the first shot hit my tongue, Matt thrust downward into my throat and finished cuming deeper down my throat than I have ever had anything before that didn’t hit my stomach and get digested.

 

Matt and I have continued our sharing in the passion of living in the shadows with an abusive mother/wife.  I have recently gotten engaged myself to another man, but that’s a different part of my life.  I will continue to fuck Matt and I suspect the same will be true through my own marriage.  In our own twisted way it our gift to each other for having to share the life we lead with our common devil.  I don’t expect anyone else to understand or accept the fact that Matt was, is and continues to be the best fuck and most talented partner I will ever have, but for Matt and I this works and as long as we are willing and able we will continue fucking each other this way.

on the screen from the kitchen. Finishing his breakfast he takes a bottle of water from the fridge as well as a small dish of low fat cottage cheese. Moving to the TV he shuts it off then moves to the wall pressing the panel to open the door there.

Quietly he pads down the carpeted stairs silent like a ghost. He looks around the room seeing everything as it should be the bathroom door still open. There is a bench along one wall with different types of chains hanging from the ceiling and wall. There in the corner is a work table with wall hooks holding all sorts of whips, canes, and toys. In the middle of the room is a doctors table silver chrome shining dully under the dim light. Heavy manacles hang from the ceiling by chain. There is also a small saw horse of stained wood and a pair of stocks on a small platform in the far corner. He moves from the stairs to the table setting down the water and food.

Walking from the table to the cage he types in the code to unlock the door. The door pops open allowing him to walk in standing over her helpless form. Her red hair hides her face as he looks on she begins to wiggle obviously awake. The contours of her pale ass beg him to caress her there. He crouches down letting his hand stroke her ass cheeks her whimper of fear like music to his ears. The dry cum in her ass crack from last night is hard and crusted now. Talis manages to flip her hair out of her face giving him his first look at her face this morning.

He sees her blue eyes are shoot thru with red from all the crying she has done since last night. Her lips look swollen from where she chewed on them in despair. Her hair is loose it would seem most of it escaped her hair tie during her struggles. Her collar is still fastened to her lovely throat like a trophy. He reaches down stroking her bared neck feeling her shiver with his touch. “Did you sleep well my pet?” His words sound concerned he feels her bodies shivering increase with his words. “No my arms ache and I really need to use the ladies room....Sir” Her voice sounds pain filled and hopeless sweet music to his ears. When she spoke his eyes showed displeasure at her tone. Lifting the remote into her view caused her to add the sir to appease him.

He reaches from her ass to her arms unbinding them slowly as he does this his words once more capture her attention. “If you learn today I will not bind you tonight, when I put you to bed my pet.” When he unties her first wrist he can see the pain of her freedom in those blue eyes. His hands carefully rub circulation back into her limb before releasing it. Then he unties her other wrist and does the same carefully rubbing her back to life. After a few minutes he can see the pain easing in her eyes. He rolls her onto her back now so she is fully exposed to his eyes.

His eyes travel over her body not caring the slightest bit that she began to blush. “You will use the bathroom in my view my pet.” His words once more hold that cool menace in them. “I can’t....please let me go I don’t care about anything I won’t tell th......” Her words were soft a demure but they soon turn into a whimpering scream as he holds the switch on the remote down. Releasing it he rises over her shaking form like a predator about to make his kill. “Get up now pet! I would hate to have to shock you till you made a mess in your bed. This is the only bed you may sleep in for now.” His words hold promise as he steps out of the cage door standing where he can reach her if need be.

She almost jumps to her feet then as he threatens her with that fate shaming her even more. Moving to him at the door she shivers her fear in him growing. He moves to the stairs standing there blocking any escape as he smiles to her. “Go on my pet.” He can see the bathroom from where he stands. His tone is soft as he speaks to her always watching her it seems. She walks to the bathroom hopelessly moving inside. It is then she notices there is no handle on the door. No way to seal it from his eyes or his actions.

With a whimper she moves to the toilet sitting down on the cold seat there. He says nothing but when she peaks up she can see his eyes on her. He watches as she sits there waiting for her to do as he instructed. He moves in from the stairs to the doorway watching her up close now. Soon he gets his way as her bladder wins out against her shame. The sound of her relief is heard thru out the room. He sees her blush brightly as she wipes herself clean then flushes not able to look up. He watches her with enjoyment in his eyes. He knows that with each act she shames herself bringing her deeper into his world.

He walks into the bathroom with her his hand drifts out to stroke her face. She sits frozen on the toilet afraid with him this close even to breathe. He smiles down moving in closer still till she has no room to back from him. He keeps his touch gentle with her as he strokes the side of her face. He leans into her kissing the top of her head affectionately. “I told you last night to think up five questions for us to discuss this morning. Now is the time to speak them for this is as comfortable as I will allow you for now.” His tone is now like a gentle caress as he can feel her muscles are tense as she tries to think.

Her words come out softly confused by his actions. “Might I have some clothing please....sir.” He shakes his head at her words sighing. “Is this then one of your questions?” He feels her squirm on the seat before him as he releases her chin. Leaning back against the wall he watches her as she shakes her head helplessly. “No it is not one of my questions. I am confused I came here for a job but now I am your prisoner?” He nods his head at her words. “That is a better question. You are more then my prisoner you are now my property. I paid the normal fee to have you delivered not all girls make the silver screen my pet.” He watches as she shakes her head still denying it to herself.

He waits silently watching her fight herself his eyes never miss a moment savoring it all. Finally she exhales sharply looking at him her voice is cold now with anger. “What do you plan on doing with me? Raping me till you bore with me?” He sighs shaking his head. “I doubt it there are other ways to enjoy you my pet. I will teach you what it means to be owned.” His words are soft then slowly fill with cool menace. “When I am finished with you only one type of person will fulfill you my pet.” His smile is cool like a predator once more causing her to lose much of her own angry fire.

She looks at him meeting his eyes for a time then remembers she is on the toilet naked in this mans basement. Swiftly her eyes go to the floor as her cheeks turn red once more. He sees the color shifting in her face and reaches out to her stroking her cheek once more. “Why are you doing this..sir? You are not a freak to look on I know you could get dates. Why?” He strokes her as she glances up she can see he is actually thinking thru his answer. “I am rich my pet. Most females look at me and my money with hunger in their eyes. It helps that I like my women submissive it makes for a pleasant relationship.” He strokes her face one last time then releases it waiting for another question.

She nods her head at his words trying desperately to understand so she can win free. “I saw all the stuff in there allot scares me sir. Am I the first woman you have done this to you look well prepared.” With those last words a shudder passes thru her body. In her mind she wanders about the room wondering what some of the items are for. The table and chains scaring her deeply he can see the fear in her eyes when she looks up. He smiles as he looks from her to the room. “My you are very observant my pet.” His eyes look over her naked body hungrily. “No you are not the first to sleep in the kennel. I have trained two other pets before I chose you.” He sees the look in her eyes the hunger to know all about them.

“I will tell you about them but first let’s finish this question session.” His words are not angry at her desires he sees in her eyes. “Will I ever have a chance of earning my way free of this captivity sir?” She doesn’t even realize it but without knowing his name she has begun to call him sir. “Honestly I doubt it Talis. I know you have no relations that will come look for you or close friends. I know you are alone yet young enough to be malleable to my desires.” His tone is soft but has a commanding edge to it as if to say that is the end of her time for questions.

“Now I will tell you what I expect from you. I will also explain how we can get along my pet. I think you are smart enough to know your place but we will see.” His words are soft as he rises from the wall motioning her to follow him. He looked back over his shoulder once to see if she obeyed. He heard her whimper as she stood up following him she could see the remote in his hand. “Come sit on the bench where I can explain our world.” He stands next to the wall bench where she can see chains hanging. She moves across the room edging past the table as if it might bite her. He smiles noting this but that can come later he waits for her to sit down. When she gets to the bench she sits next to him feeling the smooth cool wood on her ass she moans softly.

As she sits down he reaches behind her taking a chain about an inch thick wrapping it about her throat. She feels it her hands leap to her neck almost catching his hands. Something forces her to calm down she does not trust him but fears the shock she could sense would come. Putting her hands on her legs she sits still as he buckles the chain about her neck like a second collar. This time she hears the lock clicking shut the cool metal of it rests on her back now. He reaches down catching her right wrist as she begins to shake. She feels a length of chain enclose it then pull back till her arm is pinned to the wall. He is still silent as he now catches the left wrist restraining it just as he did the right one. Now her whole upper body is at his mercy all she can do it moan.

He reaches up and smiles at her she hears a click then feels the leather collar slide from her neck. She moans in relief as he reaches down catching a leg she feels chain about her ankle then moments later another chain goes about her other ankle. He nods at his work then begins to tighten each of the leg chains wrenching them so her legs are forced to spread open. Now she is fully exposed to his view. He nods his approval at her positioning then rises to stand. He sees her face is red but she does not fight the chains. Walking from the bench he moves to the table pulling down an electric razor then a pair of scissors. He turns back to her walking back he sits down between her legs on the carpeted floor.

“Now while I work I will tell you allot of things my pet do not interrupt me.” His words are cool and in control she remains silent scared of the scissors. “First thing first I do not like much pubic hair so I shall trim you to my desires.” She feels the cold metal hearing the clipping as he begins to trim off her bush. “I do not expect you to be perfect.... yet that is. I will train you to my taste and desires.” He slowly clears off her left lip so only stubble remains. “I expect you to be submissive to me in all things. You may ask questions of me but only if you ask to speak first. As I feel fit you may be my pet, my slut, or less.” He feels her shiver at the second name and smiles as he works over the right lip. “You may one day earn Talis back as a name if I desire it.” As he talks he continues to cut trimming all of her hair off except for a small patch above her pussy. He leaves that as he gathers up the razor she can hear the motor humming now.

“I will expect pleasure from you when I wish it. Sometimes I may deny you the same pleasure. The thing is all I do to and with you is by my choice. You may beg but I may not give in even if you beg prettily.” The razor hum over her left lip in no time at all the hair is gone from it totally naked now. “I will torment you in small ways but some you will come to love. I will punish you when I need to. Punishment will never be gentle it will be painful in some way.” The razor cuts across the right lip clearing it slowly as he stops to clean the razors head. “Not all my pleasures will be found in your body chaining you so gives me pleasure my pet. I also like to bathe my pets or be bathed as the desire comes to pass. I expect you to call me Master in private and Sir when we have visitors perhaps one day I may tell you my name.” He finishes her right lip with a small smile setting down the razor looking up at her catching her eyes in his own.

He leans in his hand strokes over her slit before he was working on it not paying attention to it sexually. Now he has decided to enjoy his work, a pair of his fingers part her pussy lips sliding into her semi damp tunnel. “You may cum because shortly I intend to cum myself.” He says softly as his fingers slip deeper into her. “If you do a good job on me I will allow you food as well as water.” His tone is cool once more as his fingers part inside her spreading her tunnel wider. She whimpers at this invasion unable to defend herself. Her body begins to respond even as her mind tries to deny the pleasure. When she hears about the food and water her stomach growls wanting both even as she spasms on his fingers.

He surprises her leaning in his tongue slowly runs over her smooth baby soft lips. He hears her whimper as her slit contracts again when his tongue touches her. His tongue moves up higher finding her clit he flails at it. His tongue is like an adder striking swiftly then retreating from her clit. After several strokes of his tongue his fingers are wet enough to move in her. He starts fingering her to force an orgasm. His lips and tongue now remain latched to her clit like a second skin lapping at it in a frenzy.

He looks up from her slit as he devours her finding her eyes on him. His eyes twinkle in excitement as he pushes her harder. Now her body is straining at the chains trying to force more of his fingers into her tunnel. He can feel her beginning to tense as he works her clit. His fingers splay on each out stroke to give her a sense of being stretched. The delicious scent of sex fills the room as he keeps pushing her toward climax. She starts panting and moaning softly not taking her eyes off him as he eats her. She feels it is close her hips try to lift but the chains are too tight on her body. He notices her action and slows down with his tongue.

His fingers stop buried in her as she wiggles on the unforgiving wood trying to feel him again. The fire in her slit is burning her alive she can feel it in her nipples it is so harsh. He licked slowly making sure each flick of his tongue was enough to torment her a little more. “OH god please please....” Her voice is full of need his eyes smile at her just above the little patch of hair he left. “I am begging you said I could cum.... SIR Please.” She almost screams as he spreads the fingers inside her his tongue driving hard once more.

He continues to work her poor slit with his tongue and fingers. Her body begins to shake as he devours her. Her body is on fire now her nipples feel like they are going to explode as she bucks against the bench. He lifts his free hand then pinching her nipple as he nips her clit. That’s all she can take her slit collapses on his fingers forcing them together. He removes his fingers from her pussy replacing it with his lips and tongue opening her to devour her juices. His eyes still look at her when she looks into his she shudders even harder. Her slit feels like it is trying to pull his tongue out at the root. He pulls back from her rubbing his face all over her smooth lips enjoying the feel of them.

He stays on her slit till her last shudder passes. He smiles up at her as he backs from her pussy breathing heavily. His hand moves over her thigh as he slowly catches his breath. When his hand comes close to her slit he can feel the muscles straining to come into contact with him. He watches as she shivers her eyes clouded with need. He rises up slowly to his feet releasing her thigh. Her eyes swell at the sight of his bulge in his sweats. He reaches to the hem of his sweats sliding them off his hips. They slide to the floor his cock swollen pointing at her. He sees her eyes are unable to look away he smiles as he steps forward.

He watches as her eyes remain glued to his cock as it leads the way. She whimpers when his head touches her lips. He smiles as his cock head strokes her lips. His darker flesh viewed against her pale lips making for an interesting sight. His voice is commanding as he nudges her lips. “Do a good job and if you bite me I will punish you by denying you food for a week.” He hears her gasp softly then he feels her lips part tentatively. He groans when he feels her soft tongue quest out of her mouth to lap at his knob.

He groans again as he looks down seeing her small pink wet tongue sliding over his sensitive head. He presses forward a little so his cock slides between her lips. He feels them close down on his shaft now her tongue begins to move over the head again. His hand reaches out stroking her cheek his words come slowly. “Have you ever deep throated someone?” Her head nods up and down as she blushes bright crimson. Her eyes meet his as he speaks once more. “I am glad you didn’t lie pet I would have trained you anyway.” As she hears his words she feels his shaft slipping deeper into her mouth now.

His cock slides about halfway into her hot mouth before he backs out the first time. His hand stays on her cheek stroking her as he slowly begins to fuck her face. Her tongue is working hard now on his shaft her shame remains but she has no choice. He moves in her mouth feeling with each back stroke the power of her suction. He moans now as he slides another inch into her mouth. His breathing is turning into gasps of pleasure as she gives him the best head she can. She feels his hot thick shaft in her mouth, unable to resist she loses herself worshipping his cock.

He can’t believe the softness of her mouth as she works him. He keeps adding an inch at a time till he feels her throat open. He growls in pleasure as he feels her fight back a gag then he is in. His head down in her throat his balls rest against her chin now. He almost loses control when she swallows his cock caught inside her throat. He groans as he begins to pump each thrust deep into her mouth. About every third stroke he lets his cocks head linger in her throat. His cock begins to swell leaking a steady coating of precum. The taste causes her to involuntarily moan. He looks down seeing her eyes meet his own then look down demurely that is it he loses control.

He yells in pleasure as he buries his cock in her throat. The only warning he gives her is to grab a handful of her hair. The first pulse of his cock sends a glob of cum down her throat. He is shuddering in pleasure backing up slowly his head enters her mouth once more. She uses her teeth to lightly skin over his cock as the next pulse causes her mouth to fill with cum. The taste is only a little salty but she loves it. She swallows the mouthful in time to get the next load. Her hot mouth filling a small bit leaks out as she swallows moaning. He can’t stop cumming each pulse swallowed as swiftly as she can.

She works his cock till he stops cumming in her mouth. Without him uttering a word she nurses on his semi limp cock. Her tongue is working overtime as she cleans his cum from his shaft. He is panting holding himself up by the hand on her head now. He looks down but her eyes are closed as she works on cleaning all of his seed from him. He slowly backs out of her mouth with a moan. His fingers move to her face catching a small amount of his cum that escaped he offers it to her on his fingers. She grins like a kitten licking at the cum as he slides his fingers into her mouth she once more begins to suck.

When his fingers come from her mouth there is a soft pop as she was sucking hard. He smiles and shakes his head. “Thank you......” She looks to the floor her skin red once more “Mast..er” Her voice is a soft whisper as she says it to him her eyes filling with small tears. He turns regarding her with a new look in his eyes. Walking to her side he sits down he carries the cottage cheese and the water. Setting the food aside he opens the water offering it to her lips which she swiftly drinks from. Then he sets the bottle aside and picks up the food he smiles lifting a spoonful of food to her lips. “Eat my pet I enjoyed your honesty, service, and submission.” His words are soft as he slowly feeds her.

He finishes his task of feeding and watering her with care. Then he walks back to the table setting aside the containers. He turns to regard her and smiles moving back to the bench he flicks a switch overhead. The chains lose their tautness her arms move to her sides to rest on the bench. Her legs remain almost fully open as if silently begging him to take her. He crouches down unshackling her legs then moving to her arms. Once they are free he uncoils the neck chain using it like a leash.

He rises smiling touching her chin with his fingers softly. “I have some things to do this afternoon pet.” His tone is soft but commanding. “I will lock you in the kennel but I want you to do something for me.” She looks up licking her lips slightly swollen from his use of her. “What would you like sir?” Her tone is submissive still but not like before. “I want you to look on the different toys here and pick the first one I shall teach you tonight.” His words are soft as he moves to the kennel door motioning her to go inside.

She moves with her head down going past him when she feels his hand on her wrist stopping her. She looks up meeting his eyes but can’t hold them looking down once more. He reaches out tilting her head he leans in then kissing her softly. Her lips are silken as he kisses them his tongue slips out to duel with hers softly. When he breaks the kiss she is panting softly her eyes with a distant glaze over them. She whimpers softly as she steps into the kennel then turns facing him. He hangs the chain on a ring within the kennel locking it into place. “I will be back my pet.” His voice relaxed as he blows her a kiss.

Shutting the door it clicks locking then he moves to his sweats slipping them on. Turning to the table he gathers her dishes then walks to the stairs. When he looks back she is gripping the grate of the cage. There are tears in her eyes he sees them and smiles. He walks back upstairs sealing the door behind him. Going to his computer he sits down setting the dishes aside. Popping open his email he opens a new email. Typing swiftly he sends a letter to BM then shuts it down. The letter was simple and precise. “BM send me dasha friend. I will need her for one maybe two nights. I will look forward to the party next month. I may even have a pretty surprise for you. ML”

Rising from the desk he goes to the kitchen with the dishes. Doing them he thinks on his pet and how proud he was today. He moves outside now slipping on a shirt and goes to the garage. He opens it walking to his car he slides into the seat to go to town. He knows in about two hours he will be coming home again. Meanwhile she is down in her kennel still crying softly but looking over the items with fear and interest. She wonders why some of them seem to excite her now.

More to Come.....

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