5 comments/ 68036 views/ 9 favorites OTK By: hotjacquettam I got home feeling really horny - it had been a hard day, and my secretary must have had a row with her boyfriend for all the use she'd been. My first thought was to go upstairs and wank, but then I heard a noise from the back bedroom, and she came downstairs, smiling cheekily. "Hi, Don, you're home early. What's up?" Without waiting for an answer she passed me and headed into the dining room. I flipped my hand at her backside, but only just made contact; she laughed, tweaked up her skirt to give me a glimpse of her panties and stepped down into the kitchen. That glimpse, that tiny sight of black panties and her bum, hit the spot. Calling out "get back in here! Now!", I strode across the room and caught her by the elbow. The surprise showed on her face as I pulled her back into the dining room and with my other hand yanked out one of the high-backed chairs. Never before had I behaved like this towards her and now she became angry. "What the hell are you doing? Let me go, I've things to do." I twisted the arm I had hold of up behind her back, sat myself on the chair and pulled her over my lap. She was struggling to get up, so I clamped my right leg over the back of both her flailing legs and this effectively cut her wriggling down. Still holding her arm up behind her I smoothed her skirt across her bum and down the legs. "You bastard! Let me up!" Ignoring this, I caught the edge of the skirt and lifted it: the black panties came into view and her ever-so-slightly plump bum too. "No...no! Stop! This is wrong. You can't...mustn't". It was beginning to sink in that I had control, and she definitely didn't like it. "I can - I will. You've behaved like a teenager - I'll treat you like one," and as I said this I spanked her bottom, on the right buttock, and loved the sound it made. She gasped and attempted to wriggle over. I released her arm and instead gripped her just above her waist, with my leg still over hers. I spanked her again, on the left buttock - oh what an erotic sound! Her cries also were having an effect: my cock, already stiffening when I first got in, was now completely erect. As she squirmed and wriggled, so she made it worse. Bliss! At the next two slaps to those juicy tight buttocks the individual cries became proper tears, sobs even, and I let my impulse have full rein to spank her thrusting bum. I twisted my head to eye the tightly pulled crotch of the black panties, but the darkness of the material gave nothing away. So, I did the next best thing, grabbed the waistband and pulled them to her knees. To my delight, despite crying she actually lifted her bum to let the panties slide down. "Stop, Don, please. I'm sorry - I'll....I'll behave more...ladylike in future." I hardly heard - the blood in my cock was making it throb, and its noise deafened me. I spanked and spanked her....4..6..8..10 of the hardest slaps I could produce, and she yelled and wriggled, cried and squirmed. At length I stopped, my breathing sounding as if I'd run all the way home. By now her legs were as wide apart as the panties just above her knees would allow and I eyed her puffy cunt. My assault on her bum had certainly aroused her, and I took a few seconds to look. "Listen to me, and listen well. When I allow you to get up I expect you to take your panties off and give them to me; then you can go upstairs. I don't want to see you again tonight. And please be aware: tomorrow I may well repeat all this. Do you understand?" A wriggle, a couple of sobs and a mumbled "yes". I slapped her again. "I didn't hear that." "Yes. Oh yes. Please let me up." Another gulp and hiccuppy sob. I moved my right leg, and slowly she scrambled up. The first thing she attempted to do was to rub her bum, but I stopped this with my hand and simply said "panties." Reluctantly she attempted to pull them off without raising her skirt, but again I put out my hand to stop this, and forced her to take them off whilst facing me. As she gave them to me I caught full sight of her gorgeous hairy pussy: oh tomorrow would be fun! Rubbing her red bum, through her skirt, she hurried from the room. "Goodnight, mum," I called. Reply came there none. OTK Bliss I met Dennis online a couple weeks ago; I'm really not sure how one went about all this before the internet. We quickly progressed to texting and dirty pictures, knowing that we wanted to fuck each other. Dennis has a very extensive spanking fetish, which I was very excited about as I've recently rediscovered my love of being spanked. We set a date and time and I waited eagerly, clean inside and out. I answered the door wearing jeans and a button down shirt. Dennis had mentioned that he liked his warm up spankings to be with clothing on, so I'd picked something with a lot of protection. We sat on the couch and chatted for a while. Being comfortable and feeling safe is someone is essential if you're going to let them beat you. Before too long, the conversation and demonstration of various spanking implements had left me quite excited and I could feel that my panties were soaked. I leaned over his lap and settled myself so he could begin. The thing some people dont realize about spanking, is that for prolonged play, a warmup is required. Being spanked is actually fairly similar to distance running in my opinion. He began spanking firmly but not roughly. My jeans prevented any stinging and so I just got the force of the blows. Dennis could definitely be a drummer in a successful rock band, he gets into a rhythm that is phenomenal. Over and over the blows fell, the pressure remaining pretty constant. I was moaning softly, enjoying every swat. After about 10-15 minutes, I was informed that my warm-up was over and I was to strip. I complied willingly and repositioned myself naked across his lap. As soon as the first blow hit, I knew I was in for a ride. I was now getting the stinging along with the force. He spanked for a minute or two, one cheek then the other. Painful, stinging swats that made me scream and squirm. He spread my legs slightly and ran his fingers along my very wet slit. He slid two inside me and worked just long enough to coat his fingers. Then the spanking resumed. My cunt juices on his fingers added a little extra sting that I had only myself to blame for. I could feel my ass reddening and heating up. He would stop intermittently to snap a photo. I was grateful for these respites and sad when they were over. Ever hit was causing me to cry out, the sound of skin on skin was music to his ears. He spanked, and fingered and spanked some more. He never gave me quite what I needed to cum even though I needed to desperately. After 10 min or so with his hand, he switched to a round leather paddle which I very quickly discovered I did not like. The edge of it had a nasty habit of catching my skin in a fashion that his hand had not. By now I was reaching that high point where I could feel every blow, but the pain was secondary. Even so, each blow was intense and excruciating. But my body didn't seem to agree and my pussy grew wetter and wetter to his delight. There's nothing quite like having your own arousal used against you. I'd been put over someone's knee before, but not like this. This was intimate, yet firm. The pictures he took showed a lovely progression of my ass from pink to a deep red. I knew I was going to be sore later. After a couple minutes of particularly intense spanking, he stopped and told me he was ready for the next step. He led me into the bedroom and stacked up my pillows. I leaned over, my pussy on the pillows, my feet on the floor, exposing my ass at the perfect angle for him to swing at. The brief break had taken me out of my mental high and so I felt the blows more acutely. Each smack made me cry out and squirm a little, but I held my position. He pushed my legs apart roughly and set in on my soft pussy. Hard, precise blows rained down on my most sensitive area. Every so often he would stop to finger me long enough to enjoy the pleasure, but not achieve a release, then he would continue spanking. Finally he decided I'd had enough and ordered to me turn over. This exposed my large, round breasts to his sadistic touch. He had an unusually good aim and could hit exactly where he wanted to. My nipples suffered dreadfully as a result. He was hitting hard enough to make me scream, but not hard enough to bruise. I was quivering, trying to not squirm away as I so wanted to. I desperately needed to please him. My cunt was still very exposed and he took advantage of that. He slid two fingers into my wetness easily and started pumping them. This was what I had been waiting for, I needed this. I was moaning, grinding, aching for more. Another finger went in, dare I hope for them all? It's pretty easy to make me squirt if you figure out my little tells. He did and I rewarded him by making a hot mess. My cunt, my bed and his hand were drenched. I was in heaven. He kept going. He made me squirt more times than I could count. I honestly didn't know any one person could possess that much fluid. Then he reached for the lube and I knew what was coming. My pussy was quite relaxed from its exertions and four fingers went in relatively easily. He twisted them around, working them in deeper and deeper. I came again without even meaning to. Then I felt him move his thumb down to the edge of my hole and start pushing. He rocked his hand against me, gaining the momentum and the force necessary to accomplish his goal. I came again, and again. I never actually realized when he got all the way inside me, I was too far gone in the throws of ecstasy. He pulled his hand out, but gave me no rest. This man was twice my age and I was the one feeling worn out. He slid his hard cock into me and began thrusting. I clenched my pussy, not wanting him to feel it all stretched out. His hand found my neck and he began choking me, depriving me of oxygen until I felt light-headed. Harder and harder he thrust, the intensity of his cock matching the intensity of his fingers around my throat. I came again, my pussy squeezing his cock as he squeezed my neck. The contractions did it for him and he shot cum deep inside me. After he pulled out, I could feel it draining out and down my asshole. There are few events that can make you feel as used as cum just oozing out of you. I was finally getting the rest I needed and so was he. We sat and chatted for a little bit and then decided to shower. We were both a mess of sweat, cum and lube. I got in and got myself all hot and wet, he started washing my back and down my ass. Then inevitably, his fingers found both my holes and I was soon bent over. He loosened my ass just enough to stick his cock in. I was grabbing my ankles as he held my hips and slammed my tight asshole. The downside to shower sex however is the cramped space. My legs were hurting and I'm guessing his were too, so he pulled out with the promise to continue later. He swatted me a few times and I realized it didn't hurt. The water cascading down my ass shifted his momentum just enough that I got the force of the blow but none of the sting. I took advantage of this momentary handicap and asked him to hit me harder. He obliged enthusiastically and began hitting me harder than he had all night. But it was pure bliss, I could have let him spank me like this all night long. Eventually the awkward positioning caught up with us once again and I had to stand up. His cock was still hard and he pushed me down to my knees. I sucked him hungrily, well aware that tastes of my ass still coated him. I really do enjoy sucking cock and I simply love sucking and licking balls. His were even nice and shaved, which is really one of the most courteous things a man can do. I took him deep and he held my head until I gagged. I swirled his head with my tongue as my mouth slid down the shaft. I stroked his cock and took my mouth to his balls, sucking them ever so gently. Once more, the shower got the best of us, so we got out and dried off. I assumed we were done for the night, but not quite. He laid me down on the bed on my stomach, my back arched a bit so as to present my ass. He spread my cheeks apart and pushed his tongue into my hole. Anilingus may be the closest thing to heaven on earth for me. I greedily took every lick and tongue thrust he gave me. Soon the tongue was followed by two fingers. They penetrated and stretched. The shower had warmed and relaxed my body so that there was no discomfort, only pleasure. He moved up onto the bed and straddled my legs. I knew what I wanted and I pushed my ass up to give him access. He spread my cheeks again and pushed his cock in. It slid easily and he wasted no time being gentle. All i could do was lay there and moan, I was pinned down and being fucked up the ass. I knew from the positioning that I wouldn't cum, but I didn't care. It just felt too good. I squeezed on his cock, trying to elicit the response that I wanted. And after a while, I was rewarded. Ropes of hot cum shot into my freshly stretched ass. He pulled out and we both collapsed, thoroughly exhausted from the night's session. A bit more chit chat and he was out the door, leaving me sore, but wanting so much more. And it seems I will get it, Dennis is definitely someone I'd like to have on my regular roster. OTK Ch. 02 Last night I spanked my mother, and then sent her to bed. I'd stayed downstairs, and wanked till I came, all the while reliving that spanking of her chubby bum, with the tight-stretched panties. Today I had decided that this time I'd see if her spanking had made her more submissive - more agreeable to my demands. She arrived home a little late, and was surprised to see me already there. I guessed she was hoping I'd be late, or out for the evening. I started as I intended to go on. "Mother, come in here, please." Somewhat hesitantly she came into the front room. "What....what's up, Don?" and I saw her twitching her fingers - a sure sign of nerves. "Last night I spanked you. Tonight...I'm going to do the same." She took a step backwards. "No. No...please. I'll do anything you ask but that's not fair. I'm your mother." Ignoring her words I gestured to her: "Skirt up. I want to see your panties. NOW!" Mother stared at me as I shouted at her, then slowly, reluctantly, her hands went to the hem of her skirt. I waited, and she pulled it up, from the front, until her blue panties appeared. She stopped, staring at me. "Higher!" I demanded, and she continued until the waistband was on show. They were just as I liked panties - full and with just covering the tops of her legs. "Turn around - pull up the back." Her bum was snug in them, and I pushed her in the small of the back: "bend forward a little. Mother bent forward, and my cock, already erect, hardened more. I pulled her panties even tighter with one hand and fondled her bum with the other. She shivered slightly, but stayed in position. I had an idea. With mother in an obedient mood I decided to push things on. "Stand up, face me. Let your skirt go. Now, open your blouse." Mother opened her mouth to protest, then obviously thought better of it. Her face, already an embarrassed red, darkened, but her hands went hesitantly to the buttons and began to undo them. "Hurry up - I'm waiting" I urged her. The blouse swung open - a matching blue bra held her freckled tits. The material was too thick to see the nipples and my mind raced. I had intended merely to spank her again, but this submissive situation was too good to miss. I took a chance. "Now, mother, undo and remove your skirt, then turn around and wait." My mother was, by now, resigned to obeying me. She unzipped her skirt, stepped out of it and turned her back to me. Dressed only in blouse and bra she was all mine! I pulled out a chair from the table, pushed her towards it and instructed her to bend over its front, with her hands on the seat. Without hesitation I was obeyed, and what a sight! My mother pushing her bum, only dressed in tight panties, towards me, and her blouse hanging open. I hastily released my cock and stood behind her. With one hand I grasped the waist of the panties and swiftly pulled them down, with the other I applied pressure to her back to keep her bent over. Mother moaned, obviously expecting a bare-bottom spanking. "Spread your legs, mother, I want to be able to see your cunt." She gasped at my use of that word, but obeyed. I moistened my cock with spit, then, my hand in the small of her back, I pushed it into her cunt. She screamed softly and half twisted sideways, but my steadying hand stopped that, and I pushed in hard. My cock went in, and in. My, she was big. "No, please, Don, this is so so wrong." I slapped her right buttock, hard, and she yelled. Then I leaned forward, and used both hands to sweep up under the swinging blouse to her tits and pushed the bra up and out of the way. Now I started to move in her. What a delight. My mother's bare tits in my hands and my super-erect cock in her cunt. Within a minute her nipples were rigid, and her breathing was fast. I couldn't resist: "tell me, mother, I bet you didn't think your next fucking would come from your son. Did you?" "No. Oooh. My God you bastard this is wrong...it's..ooh oh don't...don't stop, Don, I'm gonna cum!" She shouted the last few words, and I felt her orgasm swell up and shake her. Seconds later I also came, feeling my sperm squirting in to her wet cunt. I rested for a couple of minutes, then eased out of her. She made to stand up but I instructed her to stay where she was. I wanted to enjoy the sight of her bare bum, arched back and see my spunk beginning to drip out and down her leg. Then I allowed her to stand, and she turned somewhat shame-faced towards me. Now I could see the big bare tits and her unshaved pussy. As she went to cover herself I ordered her to put her hands on her head. This, of course, pushed her tits out provocatively. I smiled to myself. "Now, tomorrow is Saturday. You and I are going shopping. We're going to get you just the right underwear for a slutty mother to wear." Mother looked at me but said nothing. "Tomorrow night I'll show you what happens to women who don't obey." Again, no comment. "And now you can go upstairs and clean up - I won't touch you again tonight." Mother scurried from the room and I sat down. This was heaven. Just wait till tomorrow. OTK Ch. 03 So, Saturday morning dawned, and I was downstairs having my first coffee of the day when my mother came down. She looked warily at me as she came into the kitchen, and I smiled to myself: time to see if my domination of her was still in place. "Come here, mother". She shuffled towards me, a frightened mien on her. "Show me your tits". Mother stood for a second, then slowly, very slowly, undid her dressing gown and opened it. No nightdress, just her bare body. The plumptious tits were inviting so I fondled first the left one, and then the right. She looked down at the floor as I did this - and when I tweaked her right nipple she grimaced but remained silent. "I hope you remember what we're doing today" I asked her. Reluctantly she raised her face up and nodded: "yes, you're taking me shopping". "Correct, mother. We're going to buy you some new panties and bras - ones for you to wear just for me." At this she shivered slightly. "Don, I....I'm your mother. It isn't right what you're making me do." "Why? What have I forced you to do?" Mother hesitated, and I slapped her left tit in encouragement. "You've..spanked me...you've made love with me.." I cut her off there: "Mother, I haven't made love with you - I've fucked you. I pulled down your panties and put my rather erect cock in your cunt and fucked you. What did I do?" I gave her tit a sharp tweak and she gasped. "You..fucked me" she almost whispered. "And how did I do it?" I demanded. Mother gulped and took a deep breath. "You put your ..cock in my...cunt." Her face was bright red. I turned away - much more of this and I'd be doing it again. My erection was painful! "Get upstairs, put your clothes on and get ready. I know exactly where we're going." I expected her to drag out the getting ready bit, but my lesson in obedience had obviously had an effect and she was down in 15 minutes. I parked the car in the multi storey carpark and led the way to the shop on the top floor of the mall known as Sexy Sadie's. No guesses for what they sold! Mother was embarassed at going in, and was even more mortified when I introduced her to the assistant, a very comely woman. "Good morning. This is my mother, and we're here to get her some split-crotch panties and see-through bras. She wants 2 matching pairs, one in red and one in green." The asistant smiled slightly, then turned to my mother. "What size, madam?" Mother hesitated, then whispered her bra size. "No, no, a size smaller, please" I interupted. "She's wearing them for showing off." Again a smile played on the assistants face, and she turned to her shelves and various boxes. I toyed with the idea of making mother put them on in the shop, but by now I was eager to get back to the house so after selecting the ones we wanted (I wanted) we returned home. Mother stood in our hallway and looked at me: she was obviously dreading the next bit. "Upstairs, please, mother. Put on the red ones, a black suspender belt and stockings and come back down Fast!" She shot up the stairs, glad to be away from me, and I went into the living room to wait. I didn't have long to wait; mother came slowly into the room, and I nearly came there and then. By getting a too small a size her tits now bulged nicely over the top of the bright red bra, and through the thin material I could see her nipples, both erect. She was showing her true colours!! The panties were exquisite - her pussy was on display on either side of the front, and when I made her turn around her plump bum was fully displayed. "Put your hands on your head and face me" I ordered. Mother obeyed, and her tits were even more luscious. They filled my hands as I grasped them, and through the material were silky to the touch. Mother blushed. "Do you like that?" I asked. hesitation, then a small nod. "Turn around." This time my hands took handfulls ofher bum, and I kneaded the flesh before slapping her legs apart and fingering her cunt. "Oh, naughty mummy. You're wet" I laughed. Mother said nothing, but bent slightly forward thus pushing her bum at me. I could wait no longer. "Up to your bedroom. When I come up I want you kneeling on your bed facing the mirror." Mother practically ran out of the room. I waited an eternity of five minutes, then walked silently up the stairs. I stopped in the doorway of her bedroom - she had done exactly as I'd told her; she was kneeling, with her pantie-clad bum towards me, and looking in the mirror at her own tits inching out of that bra. My cock was nearly exploding. "Now, mother, when I give the word you'll pull your panties down to your knees and ask me to fuck you." I got a nod as reply. I walked slowly around the bed, taking the view from all sides. This was pure heaven - my mother was not only obeying my every instruction, she was waiting to pull down her panties so I could fuck her. "Pull your panties down, mother" I commanded. Mother's hands went slowly to the waistband and inched them down, down, down to just above her knees. Then she bent forward again, and in a thin voice said "please, Don, fuck me. Fuck your mother." I eased my cock out and knelt behind her. I love a bum framed by suspender bel=t and lowered panties - it's just soo sexy. I could wait no longer, and plunged in to her wet cunt. She gasped and moved a fraction at the force of it, then moved back again, ensuring I was in as far as my balls. I began to fuck her; in, out, in, out, in out in out inout inout inoutinout. I pumped my sperm in to her cunt and she yelled out with excitement as I felt her cum too. Sweating I waited behind her, still inside, to catch my breath, then started again. At the third time of cumming she was crying for me to stop, but I couldn't. The fourth fucking was a little less shattering for me, and I pulled out. Mother collapsed forward on to the bed, sweating and moaning. I gave her bare bum a hard slap and told her to take a shower before coming downstairs again, and to make sure she kept the bra on, but she could change her wet panties. I had a feeling the day wasn't over yet. OTK Ch. 04 As I returned home I was still excited about the fact that I'd fucked my mother that morning, and ordered her to keep wearing the new see-through bra and her suspenders and stockings. The only concession I'd made was that she could change her very wet panties. She had adapted to my domination excellently over the last two days, obeying almost immediately every command I made aimed at exposing her body and doing exactly what I told her. Tonight I knew would prove once and for all that she was mine to do with as I chose. Entering the house I heard no sounds - where was she? I glanced into the kitchen, then the front room - empty. "Mother?" I called. A murmur, from the back of the house. I strode to our lounge, and there she was, sitting on the sofa, wearing a dress that left little of herr tits hidden. I could see the swell of them, with just the edge of her new bra peeping over the low-cut neckline. Slowly, she stood. Oh my God! The dress finished just above her knees, and the dark top of her stockings was on show. My cock hardened. "I hope you like this, son," she said, her hands behind her back in a very submissive way. I looked her up and down, my eyes stalling on her tits. "Raise the dress. I want to see you're panties, mother." My mother slowly gripped the hem and lifted. Her bare flesh above the stockings was glorious; then the beginning of her panties, bright red, the ones I'd bought her. "Higher" I commanded, and she brought the dress up to her waist. The panties were tight, and through the material I could see her bush - the hair I'd told her not to cut or trim. I liked it. "Mother, the other night I spanked your bottom. Tonight I'm going to do it again." She gasped and nearly let go of the dress. "Oh, Don, why? I'm doing as you want, surely?" I smiled - yes, she was, but I was revelling in my power, and wanted to ensure she realised I was now totally in charge of her. "Mother, you will do exactly as I tell you. Now.." But she let the dress go and stood, hands on her waist: "No, Don, I won't. Whatever perversion you think you've planned for tonight is NOT going to happen!" Mother's face was red, she was angry. Good. For a few seconds I stared at her, long enough for her to think I was considering her refusal. Then I closed the door, and walked a couple of steps towards her. Keeping my voice low I said: "Take off your dress, mother." Mother glared at me. "Take off your dress." I saw her eyes glance from side to side, but of course there was no one and nothing to help her. "Mother, I'm going to spank you - you will NEVER speak to me like that again." Pause. "Will you?" She blinked, and slowly, reluctantly, reached again to the hem, and began to pull the dress off over her head. Stockings, panties, bra. She stood in them, twisting the dress in her hands. Her nipples were erect in the peep-hole bra, her breathing heavy with anger and thus accentuating the swell of her tits. I gestured to her to put the dress on a chair and she obeyed. Her hands were twitching - she was still contemplating some form of rebellion. "Put your hands on the top of your head" I instructed her. It was time to banish all thought of refusal. Mother slowly raised them up and locked them to the top of her head. I stepped forward and began to fondle her tits, then to tweak the exposed nipples. I deliberately hurt her and she winced but said nothing. "Tell me, mother dear, what am I doing?" A long pause, during which I gripped her left tit hard and felt the extended nipple pushing against the palm of my hand. Then: "you're touching my breasts. You're hurting me." I smiled a little. "No, no, mother, I'm playing with your tits. Repeat after me: my son is playing with my naked titties." A slow breath, then: "my son is playing with my naked titties." "Good. Now ask me to let you play with them." Mother stared past me, and quietly started to repeat my words. I held up my hand. "No. Loudly, please." "Please, Don, may I play with my own titties? May I excite them for you?" I reckoned I'd won, but wasn't ready for her to touch herself yet. "In a moment. First, bend over the arm of the chair. I want to see that wanton bum of yours." She turned and did as ordered - her plump buttocks outlined in the material of her tight red panties. I slapped her legs to make her spread them, and now I could see properly the crotch of the panties stretched across her cunt. I stroked her bum, then fondled each buttock quite firmly, at all times feeling her tightening her muscles in dislike. Then I commenced the spanking. I alternated from left to right to left to right, each spank spot on the flesh of her bum, never on the top of her legs. She murmured, then yelled, then started to cry properly - I was delighted. I'd achieved exactly what I wanted. She was being hurt, by her son, and allowing it to happen. I pulled down the panties, exposing a very red bum. Her hands were twitching, eager to rub herself to alleviate the pain. I stood back and watched, but she managed to control herself and keep gripping the back of the chair. After a minute or so I allowed her to stand up, with the proviso that her hands went straight on to her head - no bum rubbing yet! I ordered her to go and stand in the corner of the room, and the sight was magnificent. A nearly naked woman, panties down and with a reddened bum, standing in the corner on my instructions. And she was my mother! I told her I was going into the kitchen for a moment, and that she must not move. Then I went out and put on the kettle. I wanted a drink, and intended to have it whilst enjoying the view I'd created. When my tea was ready I walked, silently, back to the lounge, and was surprised to see my mother still facing the wall, hands behind the head but swinging her body gently from side to side, allowing her tits to nudge the wall as she went back and forth. "Come here. What are you doing?" I demanded. Mother turned and walked over to me, the panties still anchored just above her knees. She almost grinned. "I was touching my tits to the wall, the cold wall. Look what it's done to my nipples." I looked - oh I looked. They were rampant, the cold wall had hardened them beyond anything I'd seen before. I flicked them, it was almost like they were on a spring the way the vibrated. Mother quivered too, about the hips; she was horny beyond belief! I decided instantly she had played into my hands. "So, my mother is a slut, a complete and utter slut." I shouted this, and shock showed on her face. "Do you know the punishment for being a slut, without my permission?" Mother shook her head. "Mother, pull your panties back up. I'm going to cane your bottom till you can't comfortably sit down. I'm going to give you four strokes with those panties for protection, then six strokes on your bare bottom - on your bare naughty bottom." She was white now, her hands still on the head but the nipples resuming their usual shape. "Oh, Don, no, please. I'm sorry, really sorry. I'm your mother, you can't cane me!" "Pull those panties up, then touch your toes, just like a naughty schoolgirl. NOW!" And I turned to fetch the cane from its cupboard, where I'd put it after my last girlfriend departed (with a sore bum!). When I went back into the lounge, my mother had bent over, presenting me with a lovely vista of her bum in the tight panties. I stood alongside her and gave a couple of practice swings with the cane, causing her to gasp loudly. Then I lined it up, across the middle of her bum, exactly where I'd spanked her. Then I raised my hand, and brought it down. Thwack! Mother cried out, half rose, then resumed bending. Again I lined it up, again I caned her. Thwack! She began to cry, and twisted to try to ease her bum. I watched this, then went for number three, and this time she did stand up, rubbing her bum and moaning. I waited, then:"now bend down again. If you stand up again the stroke won't count." A moan greeted this, and I lined up stroke number four. Thwack! Mother stayed in position. I retired to the sofa and sat, watching her wriggle and squirm, but not standing or attempting to rub. As the movement stopped, I told her to stand up and face me - no rubbing, and my mother obeyed. Tears marked her face, her hips squirming still. "Now, take off your panties and give them to me." She did as instructed, then stood in front of me, waiting. "Go upstairs and bend over in your bedroom, mother. I'm still punishing you for your slutty performance with your titties." Mother scurried from the room, and I slowly followed her up. The sight of a red bum, now marked with the strokes of the cane greeted me. I walked over to her and unhooked her bra, which just fell to the floor. "I want to see your bare tits jiggle as I cane you," I told her. There was no reply. My cock was now straining to get free from my jeans, so before I started I took off my jeans and underpants; my cock stood to attention like never before. Then I grasped the cane and stood beside my mother. Her bum was sooo inviting. Thwack! Thwack! Mother was crying again, and wriggling. But her hands remained in position just above her toes. Thwack!! I put a bit more strength into this one, and it echoed round the room. So did mother's loud cry. I paused. "How many did I say you were getting?" A long pause as she gulped, then: "six." I waited a beat or two, then asked her: "what would you rather have now, three more strokes of the cane on your bare bum, or me fucking you?" For a moment she fought for breath to speak, and then, without standing up, she began to beg me to fuck her, any way I liked, for as long as I liked. But no more caning. I put down the cane and did a little victory raise of my hands. She was mine. All mine. No two ways about it, I'd got her. My mother. I helped her up; my cock was vibrating and her cunt was waiting. But what, I wonder, happened next? OTK Ch. 05 Now for Granny I was exhausted after an exciting couple of days taming my mother, and decided to just kick back in the pub, on my own. But, as the first pint went down, I went over the events, and a question popped in to my head. My mother had knuckled down to my dominance quite quickly, but I was sure that my father (now long departed) had not treated her like that. So: where had the subservience come from? This gave me pause; and after a few minutes I realised that the answer might lie with her mother - my mother - a woman well able to speak her mind and thus likely to spill the beans. No sooner thought than I was on my way - luckily Vi, my mother-in-law lived locally, and within half an hour I knocked on her door. Now, let me describe Vi: she's just into her fifties, a widow, about 5 foot 5 inches, with decent sized tits and bum. When she opened the door to me she had on a blouse of an amazing blue colour, and her standard skirt. She was surprised to see me, but pleasantly so. "Don, come in - what's up?" "Nothing's up, Vi, just took a notion to pop round. Any coffee going?" Vi smiled and I followed her into the kitchen and sat at the table as she fussed with cups and things. We chatted about family, my work, and I decided to take the bull by the horns. "Vi, did you know your daughter was a slut?" Vi's mouth opened, closed, and then she said, somewhat tersely: "I don't know what you mean, Don. That can't be right!" Inwardly I smiled - her denial was a little weak, considering I was slandering her daughter, my mother. "Oh come on, Vi, you know exactly what I mean. She goes along with anything you say, agrees just to please". Vi sat silently for a moment, her expression far away. "Hm, well maybe just a little. I mean, she was taught to please her man whenever possible. It's....it's how I was brought up." She shifted in her chair, obviously uncomfortable with the thrust of this conversation. I pondered for a few seconds on her last statement, then put down my coffee mug and looked herv straight in the eye. "Violet, stand up. Now!" I underlined the last word with a thump on the table. Vi hesitated, then slowly, far too slowly, stood up. "Too slow, Vi. Sit down again" I barked, and she subsided back into her chair. She was about to say something but I cut across with: "Stand up!" Vi scrambled to her feet and stood looking at the floor. "Hands on your head, woman!" Again I was obeyed. Oh my! No wonder my mother hadn't resisted for too long - it was bred into her. "Come round here and stand next to me". Violet came around the table and took up position at my right hand side, hands still on her head. To test the situation further I casually fondled her backside - no movement but a sharp intake of breath. I liked this. "Tell me, Vi, did your father or your late husband take charge of you like this?" I asked, really wanting to know the answer. Vi, nodded, then murmured "Yes, daddy did. My mother and I were subject to strict discipline." Music to my ears. "OK, Vi, take your blouse and skirt off, put them on the table, then put your hands back on your head." She didn't move for several seconds and I thought I'd moved too fast, but then, with a muted sigh, my mother began to undress. The blouse came off first, and I realised her tits were larger than her daughter's. I stopped her and told her: "Come here - kneel in front of me." I could see at once that she thought I wanted a blowjob, but in fact I wanted to fondle those titties, and as I grasped them, she looked surprised. The bra was large, concealing almost all the soft flesh, but this was only a taster for me; more would come later. After a couple of minutes I told her to stand up again and remove the skirt. Vi obeyed, and I got my next surprise - her panties were quite sheer and cut high on the leg so that her bum (plump like her daughter's) was already quite exposed. I went straight for her pussy, the hair neatly trimmed but still pushing out around the side of her panties. As I ran my hand over the front of the panties - a delicate shade of grey - Vi suddenly said: "Oh, Don, please, let me suck your cock. My husband loved that and it makes me so horny." Then she looked amazed at her own words and stared at me. I was feeling my cock straining at my jeans, just like it had when her daughter was undressed. "Bend over, Vi, show me how you had to pose for your husband." Vi stepped away from me and hesitated. "Daddy liked me dressed as a schoolgirl. He said it really really turned him on. Do you want me to do that for you?" I thought quickly about this unexpected vision but decided I couldn't wait. "Not now, Vi. I want to see your bum in those panties. I want to see your panties showing me how horny you are. When did you last have a man?" Vi thought momentarily and smiled" "Three years ago. And it wasn't good for me. He came too soon." Too much information!! I reached forward and unhooked her bra; her tits bounced out and jiggled as she stretched her hands down towards her toes. I admired the view; I loved the obedience. In my mind I already had a scenario working for both her and my mother to dress as schoolgirls and be sent to the headmaster for punishment, but for now I just needed to fuck her, to make sure that, like my mother, she was mine! "Vi, take hold of the table and spread your legs." Almost eagerly Vi shifted her position, and when she spread her legs I could see, through the material of her panties that her cunt was wet. I grabbed a pair of scissors from the worktop, cut through the panties just above her cunt and let the material hang, displaying her cuntlips perfectly. With no further delay I took out my cock (with some difficulty) and entered her. Vi let out a gasp and gripped me hard with her cunt muscles. I nearly came straight away but just managed to control myself. Then I began thrusting, burying my cock deeply into her body and then easing it back until it was almost out. Vi squealed, Vi cried out unintelligibly and Vi came. Her orgasm was quite strong, and I saw her hands tighten on the table edge and watched her tits swing back and forth. I just kept going, pushing in until my balls slapped against her bum and pulling back till I only just stayed inside her. I had an orgasm, kept going and had another, Vi said nothing but panted to get her breath, and then I pushed again. As my sperm erupted for the third time she yelled out. I had achieved my goal - I'd fucked my grand-mother, I'd made her obey me and I'd bruised her cunt. It was because it hadn't had a man for three years, but I had done it! As I pulled out completely Vi fell to her knees. "You bastard," she managed to get out. "I haven't been treated like that for many a long year. Is that what you did to your mother?" My cock was wilting, and I tucked it away. "That's for you to wonder, Vi. In the meantime I suggest you find your school uniform - next time I come over it'll be time to visit the headmaster. Oh, and make sure you're wearing knickers - proper schoolgirl knickers. I caned your daughter yesterday and it might just be your turn if you disobey me." Vi looked up at me and grimaced. "And to think I was past all that" she whispered. I let myself out.