5 comments/ 202427 views/ 19 favorites How to Make a Slave By: devil_dreams Warning for readers!! This is currently a one-off story. Whether it extends out into further chapters is entirely dependant on reader responses and votes. * It was summer time in London. The air was cool and vibrant. Kids on the street were chasing each other around in circles with their high powered water rifles; old ladies were watering their front lawns, while pedestrians quenched their thirst with sparkling drinks. Liquid was the theme of the day and my interaction with it was a tad different. As I stood by my bed looking down, it glistened; this female flower, caught in a net, wet and horny. My presence was all it needed to become stimulated. I touched it and its keeper flinched. The intricately spaced web surrounding her vagina was a fishnet. I had bought it online a week ago; a black fishnet for £30.00. Expensive maybe, but since the honey who agreed to wear it was none other than my mother, I think it was money well spent. It was essentially a body suit, but the terminology with porn worthy attire sometimes alternates between interpretation and ready made descriptions. Whatever it was it looked so hot on her otherwise naked body. What complimented her erotic presentation was her short black hair, cut off half way down her neck. It used to be long but I had her go to Mr Crops across the street to get it shortened. She looked very cute and reminded me of a Hungarian porn star my dick was very familiar with. She was primarily a lesbian, very tall and dominant; had a deep female voice and looked like a powerful female vampire. All the girls she fucked looked vulnerable in her presence. My mum by contrast was submissive, though only towards me. Otherwise, she was just as built as a hermaphrodite angel (minus the cock). Looking down at her now, as she lay there, legs up in the air pointing in the shape of an open V, not quite spread-eagled but not far off either, I felt something stir in my pants. The sausage had awakened, as it did often each day. I felt it peel off the wall of my body and expand, creating a bulge in my pants. My mum liked that I always went commando. It was after all, her suggestion in the first place. I had already removed my top and corduroy's were loose and low. I didn't like to wear belts so my pants usually hung low. This one hung low enough to reveal my navel lines. Had I not shaved my pubic hair that too would be clearly visible. On the note about shaving, my mother's body was remarkably hairless. She kept it like that for me. I copped a feel of it and felt the hairs at the back of my neck stand up. Even through the material of the fishnet (which wasn't much) the inner parts of her thigh were incredibly smooth. The gaps between the lines of each segment of the net were considerably large and that's how I liked it. Nancy (my mum) actually sat with me on this purchase. We pretty much did everything together since my father left. Sitting by the laptop, browsing through lingerie websites and discussing our deepest fantasies was not exactly what I expected to happen. I'm so glad it did work out like this in the end, and no one was as glad about it as Nancy. 'Babe?' She said cocking her head up slightly. 'Are you ok?' 'Yes.' I replied, tracing a finger along the outer contours of her pussy. I moved up to the top, where her bush might have been a few weeks ago. She smiled and showed me her white teeth. A nice set; thick and strong. My mum had a big mouth and thick lips. I had tasted them a lot. One particularly unique feature of her mouth was a gold tooth on the upper front. She was normally a conservative woman with old fashioned tastes and not an interest in new ideas of the material kind, so it was a surprise when she had it done. I absolutely adored it. I guess my influence had trumped her choice of lifestyle; overpowered it with the smell of my sperm. She was just addicted to the stuff. How she came to desire my spunk was unexpected. Dad left us a year ago and it did not affect us financially as my mother also worked and actually earned more than him. She was a silent partner at a law firm and did most of her work from home. She still dressed in high powered suits and wore specs indoors because you never could tell when a meeting was around the corner. Nancy had an analytical mind and was an ugly duckling in school due to her lanky height, but had grown into a stunning creature with a body that had seen the gym and all its toys regularly for the best part of 10 years. Her figure was honed; it curved in the right places, and was voluptuous in the areas that stretched cotton and other materials that attempted to contain it. Such stretchy fabrics only helped only to accentuate it and draw attention to it from any living thing that had eyes. When we used to talk, she would sometimes catch my eyes wandering low. I couldn't really help it. No one could. 'God that feels so fucking good!' Nancy said with ragged breath. My touch was igniting a slow burning fire inside her, keeping it crackling. I liked to go slow, just so the session would last longer, and she was no different. If anything, my mum liked me to tease her more, to play with her urges like an equaliser. Whatever I did altered the settings. If I was licking her pink butterfly shaped flaps, I knew when to stop; had to let her cool off before resuming; otherwise she would just shudder and orgasm. While I licked I often peered up to watch the expressions on her face, see how intense they were. We had learnt not to direct each other with words. If her ecstasy was rising too high I would know. I was really flattered I turned her on that much. It was empowering to say the least. After all, I was only 19 years old and she was 37. Her only son, and her only love. She actually raised me on her own since my father was never in the house, but never really spoilt me in any way. If I wanted something I always had to earn it, which was a good early lesson. Quite how it turned out like this I cannot say, but we have both consented to it and both also wanted it really bad. The funny thing about it all is the way we hid this knowledge of our desire for one another from each other for so long. I remember the erections from an early age; what mother with a body like this would not give their sons erections? In turn, my mother started to notice me during my growth spurt period when I was 18. I was still smaller than her but wider and my clothes were getting tight. For some reason I kept my trousers despite the bulges. She had seen me naked a few times and they were the most embarrassing moments of my life because I thought she was like a typical mother; not particularly keen to have images of her naked teenage son swimming around in her head. But they were, and not only were they there to stay, but she began to add furniture to the visions, and scenarios, based around a simple but forbidden curiosity; what it would feel like to have my dick in her mouth. Once she was in that world she could not turn back. Normal sex was no longer appealing; no longer stimulating enough. Her requirements had new parameters and they could not be ignored. My mum was the kind of woman who always got what she wanted and this was why she was frustrated after her husband departed. Now, she could not fuck her husband and think of ME while she was humping HIM. It was a terrible situation. She knew her thoughts were impure and taboo. Intensive research online only stimulated her more. The subject of incest was becoming such an obsession she sold her shares and retired. Probably not enough to live on forever, but she needed some time off work to figure out her life and where it was going. She told me, one time when I was out, she entered my room. Browsed around; it smelled of cum. she was hooked. She wanted to know how to get more. Her pattern of thought had led her to my drawers and to my underwear. She sniffed it all even though it was clean, nose shoved deep into the crotch area. She was ashamed of her actions but when she was feeling so dizzy and horny she migrated further still into the murky depths of her desires. Acts of sexual desperation became realities. Wanting to be caught with her knickers down around her ankles, to be seen with her fingers inside her vagina, by me, her son. All of those things and much more. Eventually she got her wish, but it was not something she planned. I came home one day and saw her pressing a pomegranate inside out in the kitchen. The seeds were all over the place, it was a right mess, but she just loved eating them with a sprinkle of salt and pepper. I came up behind her and pinched her arse jokingly, but realised from that grab that she either wasn't wearing any knickers or she had thongs on. Nancy just gave me a big smile and affectionately bopped my head with the back of her hand. I laughed and turned around flicking a stray seed at her. 'Sit down. I'll make you a bowl hon.' she said planting a kiss on my shoulder. I pulled out a chair and saw box of cereal on the table. There seemed to be a pink transparent rubbery toy next to it and for a moment I thought it had come out of the cereal box, but it seemed a little too long and big to be that kind of toy. My mother turned around at the same time and I heard her mutter the word 'fuck' under her breath. I don't know why, but I leant over and picked it up. Then I put it down and then carried on as if nothing had happened. My mum was the same; she sat down across me and we ate pomegranates together while a dildo lay motionless on the table. We actually a few more such 'oh fuck!' moments before the tide started to change. Of course all of them were embarrassing and awkward silences followed. The time when she caught me trying to suck my own dick was funny, and the time when I was having phone sex with my history teacher's daughter thinking the house was empty. It wasn't much later, after my mum started fucking me that she told me about that day. She had her ears to the wall and her fingers in her pussy apparently. Her mind was so incoherent she was thinking that I shouldn't be on the phone if I was living with her, that it wasn't fair on her. I liked this kind of thinking. I subscribed to it. But again, this was all revealed to me later on. All of these 'caught' in the act moments were having their toll on both of us. We endured a sticky mom/son period where we just weren't talking to each other and there was too much tension in the house. I was pissed off she kept walking in on me when I was changing or being nosy and asking me all the time what I was doing on my laptop, and she was getting frustrated about my lack of reaction to her signals. Something had to give. We both loved each other. It was weird how we made up; I came home after a bad day at college. Add to that, I almost got run over by a man on a 3 wheeled car. I wasn't drunk; I hadn't sniffed any drugs or glue, so my mind was sober. By extension, I did not hear moaning sounds, nor did I peek through the gap in the door to her room to find her fucking herself with a dildo. My mum was on the couch in the living room watching TV in her gown. I could hear water running and steam coming out of the bathroom so figured she was running a bath. I needed to take a leak so I quickly dashed into the bathroom and lifted up the seat. I was about halfway through when I heard a noise of the door creaking shut. My mum had walked in. She carried on by me as if I wasn't even there. When she reached the tub she tested the water then closed off the tap. Her elbows shimmied outward from my line of sight and then her gown peeled off, closely gliding along the frame of her curvaceous body on its way down to her ankles. What the Fuck?! My head was spinning because my eyes were deceiving me. My stony eyes remained glued on the naked figure ahead. The candles gave an air of ambience to the room, and gave her skin a beautiful glow. She lifted one foot up and over, into the bubbling tub and I caught sight of her hairy pussy. She was in all too soon for my liking. When I faced the toilet I realised I had been pissing all over the wall. 'Fuck!' I barked. My mum saw this and said nothing. I was kind of angry with her for no reason and refused to leave the bathroom. 'You know what,' I began. 'Fuck you!' It was uncalled for, but it just came out of my mouth as if some other demon force was controlling me. Probably that ear whispering creature from the Amityville II, you know the one who convinced the son to kill his family. After you reach the land of fucked up you learn there are no more limits. Everything is unbound. The possibilities it empowers you with are frightening. But just before the leap there is another battle to be fought; on a ground that tests the strength of your will. My mother cast a glance in my direction but nothing more. This only served to make me angrier. I almost felt like I wanted to hurt her. Instead I wandered over to the foot of the tub and kicked it. My mum looked at me with pinched brows. She did not approve. Her body covered in bubbles. 'Why did you do that?' I asked. 'What?' She replied visibly confused. 'You know I was trying to take a leak.' 'So?' She countered. 'So.' I repeated. Silence. I pondered about the steam leaving her skin and evaporating into the air, I wondered why the walls of this bathroom were blue and then I stepped into the vacant end of the tub and sat down. I'm not sure why, I seemed to be following my sleeve since that's where my heart was. Every irrational action created an equally irrational reaction. I was in my college clothes, sharing a tub with my mother, who was otherwise naked. I had to spread my legs out since hers were in the middle, and up. Her knees visible and gleaming at me. Her reaction to my behaviour was cool. She took a sip of her white wine and took in a slow deep breath. But why blue tiled walls I again pondered in an attempt to re-direct my thoughts for no apparent reason. Whatever I was trying to do psychologically it wasn't working. Hmmm I wondered; Mum naked in the tub. Such an evil thing for her do. Such an injustice to me. I wanted to be able to take revenge without having been a victim of anything that was my mode of thought. I wanted to hurt her because I could. What compelled me to act as I did was the feeling that she actually wanted me to hurt her, almost as if she was willing it telepathically. As my legs tired I eased them in further along the walls of the squeaky tub. It was impossible for my big feet not to rub against the sides of her hips where they eventually settled. I saw her hand slip in like a snake and help guide my feet further against her body. These small maternal gestures were never lost on a son, though they were normally quickly forgotten due to the endless number of maternal gestures she performed while bringing me up, this one was an act apart. I did not repel my feet in the opposite direction nor did I attempt to shake off her hand that was firmly planted on the metatarsal like a leech. 'I had a bad day.' I blurted. She stroked my foot and gave me a look of sympathy. 'Hold on.' She said. She reached lower into the cuff of my pants until she reached the sleeve of my sock. She tugged slightly but then decided to roll it down. It was always hard to remove wet clothes but she was in no hurry. It was quite erotic. By the time it was rolled up over the ankle she tugged it over the back of my foot, rolled it some more then tugged at the tip of my sock ever so gently. Like I said, there was no rush. Each playful tug hardened my erection. Eventually her hand came out and with it my sock. She discarded this item over board. There was still a tension in the room between us; it was powerful and the energy it was running high on was entirely sexual. My anger was replaced by lust and my cheeks were red with embarrassment. At that point I asked mum if her legs were tired, and dipped my hands in. I found her feet locked against each other and wrapped my big hands around her ankles. She was very responsive and allowed me to help ease her legs out over the bathtub so that they rested on my thighs. We lay on opposite sides for a while, watching the steam settle and the bubbles recede. 'Baby.' She said nudging her toes against my pants. She thought it was only appropriate I relax completely. I did not reply when she began tugging at my trousers, I did not argue. Instead I found myself loosening my belt and undoing the pant buttons. She was surprisingly strong and had my pants off in no time. They went the way of the socks; hurled over board. I removed my top and was now a naked son in a tub with his naked mum. I felt the hot fizz of heat against my swaying cock. My mothers pink toe went off course and ran into my cock. She pinched her brow momentarily pondering what it was; her big toe even combed the full length of my meat pole before realising it was my dick. 'Oops!' She apologised. 'Just be careful.' I warned still gathering up flecks of spare residual heat from a bad day. 'If your feet want to ... explore, I won't stop you.' She explained. 'Do you have a dick?' I asked without thinking. Another one of my specials. These flecks must have been common. Every time she spoke I would pluck one out of the air and toss it in her direction. 'Umm, why don't you find out?' She replied. Always had an answer up her sleeves. Her toes stroked my thighs. 'Ok.' I replied. I slid my foot over between her legs and eased it in. When I reached a soft wall I stopped. Her legs opened up to let me in. My toes caressed my mother's labia and my heart was banging on the walls of my chest trying to get out. I couldn't lie to myself anymore, I wanted this to happen, But for the dream to work as a reality it would require the reality to imitate the lack of empathy that existed in my fantasies, the lack of commitment and responsibility. That was the true test of this scenario. I moved my foot away from my mother's beautifully hairy pussy. She smiled at me and blew a kiss. She told me she loved me with only her mouth and no audio. Her feet again found my cock and I did not have any reply. This time she held it with both sets of toes and stroked it from tip to base. Her knees were out of water and her legs were bent like a frog. It was becoming more visible underwater now, so we could see each others bodies and that's what we did; just marvelled at curves, muscles, shapes, nipples and genitalia as she worked up a rhythm with her strokes. SCHLOSH!! SCHLOSH!! SCHLOSH!!! My dick was curving like a banana and occasionally dipping in and out of the water. I could feel her toe ring chaffing me but in the water her toes were just gliding away without obstruction. I leaned in more and noticed my breathing was longer and more ragged. Just then my mothers mobile rang and she answered it on speaker. 'Hello Simon.' 'Nancy, how's retirement?' 'I'm not retired Simon.' She said smiling at me. SCHLOSH!! SCHLOSH!! SCHLOSH!!! 'Just taking a break, that's all.' 'Working things out. Well, we miss you. Your clients miss you.' 'You mean you miss me.' 'I miss us.' SCHLOSH!! SCHLOSH!! SCHLOSH!!! 'What is that sound?' 'I'm in the tub' She replied winking at me. 'But what's that sound?!' Simon shouted. 'Banana boat.' She replied. He fell silent. The man on the phone was mums work partner. They used to fuck a lot but I only found out after this phone call. He must have been familiar with my mothers 'banana boats'. 'But who...' She gave the phone a nudge with her elbow and it careered into the tub like a rally car, picking up plumes of bubbles along the way down. Apparently its services were no longer required. She returned her attention to me like a good sport. Her soft wet toes massaged my banana dick really good. Made me throb and gyrate my hips. I grasped the arm rest and tilted my head back and let her do the rest. How to Make a Slave Ch. 02 "I was just wondering about the other day ..." Nancy said, as she sat on the bottom of the stairs replacing her slippers with high heels. They were the wedged type, where the heel and sole were one and the same, except the sole sloped considerably from toe to heel. I watched as her delicate foot slotted perfectly in to the sexy pump and settled at an arc. "About knocking before entering the bathroom?" I quipped. Clearly, I was not still pissed off (side pun) with matters concerning bathroom etiquette, but I enjoyed the newly attained power at my disposal, and only because she was receptive to it. I crouched down beside her and adjusted her heel to the base. She leaned back a little and her hands retreated to the side of her body so I could help her other foot into the remaining pair. "I will remember to knock first." She promised. "Are we done?" "Yes." I replied, running my hands up my mum's calf's. There was a lot of soft flesh to stroke upwards and to grope and squeeze. I sat there having my way while she tousled my hair. Her legs were so silky they were responsible for my obsessive handling. She knew that, and shaved daily for a reason, so that moments like this could happen. "Do you like that mum? The way I touch you?" I asked. "Yes son. I do." She answered. The lack of friction with her skin was interrupted by the roughness of my hands roaming up and down unapologetically along the back of her legs. "Really? How much?" I queried stubbornly. I liked to press on the matter, knowing that the likelihood of a sexual avalanche increased the further up I advanced. "You know how much." She said averting her eyes. I looked at how coy she was and though submissive, less assured about yesterdays events. She was not a morning person either, and as the main adult in the house, perhaps it was harder for her to deal with the guilt. She looked so beautiful when she was tired. I ordered my perverted hands to disengage and I gave her room to breathe. "Thanks hun." She said getting up. She really appreciated it when I showed some consideration. "Where are you going?" I asked. "Market. Want to join me?" She offered. "Erm, sure." I changed into a new top and we headed out together (for the first time) to do a bit of shopping. It was embarrassing walking side by side my Hungarian porn star look-a-like mother, especially around the local area where many of my friends might be just chilling. Furthermore, my mother was a slow walker, so I had to modify my stroll to something more pedestrian. Her tall body was towering over me in those wedged heels by a good few inches and her composure was tested along the concrete path that sloped around our apartment block. Often her knees jerked left or right ever so slightly and she worked hard on trying not to fall sideways with use of swaying arms. There must have been an invisible joystick between her fingers because she maintained balance of her body through her hands. I liked to watch her hips toss left to right and her short black hair that ended in a curl by the lining of her jaw jerk from side to side. She had no make up on but looked hot with those lines under her eyes. It was a long walk to to the indoor market, beyond the underpass of the Passmore Rail bridge. Nancy had turned a 10 minute walk into 20 minute one. Still, the interaction with her perfectly designed body had tempered my fears of embarrassment along the way. I knew my friends were into her, thinking she was the kind of pussy they could only dream about. They were always full of praise, asking how I was and then turning the subject to my mother. They joked about bringing her along to late night card games, but that's as far as I would let it go. Now that I had gotten a foot job from Nancy, the thought of taking her along to meet the guys suddenly seemed like a good idea. "I'm sorry I'm so slow." Mum apologized. "Don't be. It's a chance for me to take in the sights and wonders of our ghetto area." I elaborated sarcastically. "Heh-he, it's not that dilapidated." She countered. Her ankle turned and she knocked into me, but I held her firm. She looked clumsy-sexy. An offshoot of sexy-ugly. Except, Nancy was various degrees of sultry, and ugly had no other word to partner with where she was concerned. I planted a hand on her hip and she restored parity. She was wearing a pair of blue denims and a short leopard skinned kaftan. It draped at the sleeves and clung down at her breasts very nicely. Her breasts wobbled as she walked, and I could make out her nipples as well. My dick wanted to sizzle and explode like a firework. I could happily imagine her lying down with her kaftan open and my dick slapping her breasts from side to side like it was an out of control pendulum. On the main road, it was a typical day; locals were about and cars were buzzing by. We bypassed the street urchins who attempted to sweet talk us into joining their charity. they were like vultures with manners. Nancy only gave donations to the Church anyway. It was early, but that's when the market was busiest. I let mum take the lead as this was her element. I noticed I was homing in on her bouncy ass but also on any guys who were trying to get a glimpse themselves. Nancy had heads turning as soon as she was in and suddenly every other male was distracted. Young men were holding open doors, stumbling over their wives and one member of staff pricing stock even fired a $8.99 sticker into the face of a passing customer. Now I felt proud to be near her, because I was getting noticed by girls and mums. They were probably thinking I must be quite special to be with a woman like my mother. I just had to pray my mother didn't open her mouth and ruin it all. One syllable was it would take, and all I could think was "don't say 'son'." I browsed on my own for a while, catching up to her along the drinks isle. A stranger was trying a few pick up lines on her but they weren't making any dents. He swiveled his feet from left to right along the laminated floor and changed tact. "If you're looking for a fine wine, I would try my hand at Pier Ville 1843." He said, suddenly an expert on wines. He picked one up and handed it to her. "Not exactly what you would want after a long day in the board room. More for ... special occasions." "Well, thank you for the information." She smiled. "A pleasure." "I think my husband will be very pleased indeed." She told him. "H-husband?" Nancy beckoned to me with her little finger. I put down a magazine I was pretending to read and casually strolled up to my mother with a slightly over elaborate puff of my chest. "Darling, this fine young man was telling me we should buy this bottle of wine. What do you say?" Mum queried. I knew the role she was playing and it suite me fine. "Sure sweet heart. Just a long as I get to see you drink from the bottle." I requested. "Can you hold this for a moment?" She said handing the bottle of wine to the stranger who happily accepted. Mum walked up to me and put my arms over her shoulders and she wrapped hers around my back. As I looked up at her she leaned in and kissed me on the lips. Damn! I reciprocated and moaned slightly as our lips collided and mashed against one another. She was wet and horny and I was no different. The stranger's shoulders slumped as we spared a glance for him before continuing to make out. He put the wine back and crawled back to wherever he came from. Mum disengaged from me, but I pulled her back in to me again. She tried to pull away, but then clamped onto me, seemingly accepting my forceful nature, as if suddenly remembering I was the only one she would ever let own her. she was a dominant creature since birth; a powerful seductress who had no master. She looked down on every man she met, slowly reducing their self esteem until they could not even maintain eye contact with her. With dad things were a bit more complicated. With me, it depended on how much I could hurt her. She bent to my will if I handled her with any kind of force. Well, that's what I was learning anyway. I tugged at the belt around her waist as we kissed each other romantically. It was a wide studded brown belt that was larger at the front then at the back. I unfastened the buckle and loosened her jeans in the process. She smiled mid-way through a kiss and kissed my tongue. "Yes. take it off." she begged. So I yanked it off completely and the other end whipped out like a venomous snake, almost slapping in to my back. I dropped it and eased my mother closer into me. Her wedged heels made a clip clap as she inched closer and we began to lose ourselves. The tannoy speaker for the store signaled a call for the stock pricer to make his way to the human resources department. It seemed someone had a complaint. I eased away from my horny mother realizing people might just be complaining about us too. Still, Nancy moved in to kiss me some more, but I shrugged her off and said no. She reacted interestingly to rejection by getting on with something else, but in an aggressive way. She simply picked up her belt and slid it back on without a word. When we checked out, Pier Ville 1843 was in our shopping basket. I added a few nuts and a dirty magazine and we were finished shopping. Nancy was quiet on the way back and I never once touched her, so we just left each other to our own thoughts. Sometimes, such moments were important for things like peace of mind or anger. *** "So, what's the score?" Sanjay asked over the phone. He was one of my 'card night' buddies and was checking up on my availability for tonight. Normally he called me on my cell, but he dropped his down a drain on his way back from a concert the other week. It was better if he called from land line with the reception being much clearer. "I don't know man." "We're missing you." "So, what's new?" I had missed the last few sessions with guys so I was lucky they were the kinds of friends that never lost hope. They were probably driven by image of my mother. So, their persistence had an agenda I surmised. "John bought this chick along that he thought was a la bomb." "Right." "Turns out, she was a she dude. Yeah, when he saw her dick, his face just started burning up." "No way!" I laughed. "Yeah. it was a big one too." We laughed for a while, talking mostly nonsense. It's what we did best. "Anyway, what's up with your voice?" I asked. it seemed a bit heavy. "Nah, just had the mother of all meals is all." "Okay, so lean forward and burp." My room door opened and Nancy walked in. She sat down beside me and watched me as I spoke on the phone. I looked at her expressed curiosity but she just wanted to hang out with me or something. I leaned to my side and kissed her neck. She smiled. It was some sort of apology for not letting her make out with me in the market. "whose in the background?" Sanjay asked. "It's me Sanjay." Nancy replied. "Mrs Pratt?" He guessed. I handed the phone over to mum. She confirmed it was her and made Sanjay's day. I drew the curtains in my room as they started building up a rapport. Actually it was a pleasant change to have my mum get to know my friends a bit better. I was used to keeping them away from her in case she discovered my dirty secrets. Of course, I didn't mind telling her myself. Perhaps over another banana boat. She put the phone down after a few minutes having enjoyed a fairly long conversation. I was just trying to figure out about what exactly? But then i knew that they were both quite capable of talking about many things that did not lead any where in particular. "Hun ..." She said. "Uh-huh?" "Are you going to cards night?" "Yes. WITHOUT you." As I tried to leave she slammed the door and blocked my way. She looked too sexy for words. I came up to her and pinned her arms to the door. I could tell I was hurting her wrists by the hue on her cheeks. She would never admit it though. Which I thought was silly, as it would only encourage me to hurt her more. I stood close enough to feel the tip of her breasts teasing my chest every time she inhaled. I sniffed her perfume around her neck and then kissed her there. She moaned. I licked her neck like a dog and then kissed her lips. She had applied make-up to her face already, as if she knew I would be bringing her along with me. How naive! "I took you somewhere today young man." She pointed out. "Yes. To the market." I was only teasing her anyway. At the same time I was trying to train her to obey my every command. Whether that was achievable would depend on my determination and her limits. When it came to me, I was hoping she didn't have any. That way we could have a pleasant taboo experience. "If I bend you over and fuck you up the ass like a dog, what would you do?" I asked. "Nothing." "So, you don't need to be gagged then?" "No, but It sounds like a good idea." We leaned in and sucked lightly on each others tongues. She was a dirty girl, my mother. Humming her lust into my mouth like a siren's spell. She had me hypnotized but not off balance. I slipped my hands in to the space between her hips and her denim; reached in and pulled out up her knickers by the wings (she wore winged crotchless panties). Nancy squirmed and begged for more of my tongue. I eased pressure on her wrists and let her move more freely. "I won't let you down." She promised. "I hope not. For your sake." I warned. It was an empty threat, created out of the manifestation of our sexual needs. You could call it role play, but we did not discuss it. It was a deliberate exercise in keeping things as raw as we could, no matter where it led. Of course such an unspoken arrangement was dangerous for both parties involved but we knew each other well enough to know when to stop. In her case, it was when I told her. I looked over at the wall clock. It read 4:30pm. Card night would begin at 9pm. Nancy put her hands on my face and brought my attention back to hers. She had a sparkle in her eyes and looked at me like she was proud to be my mum. "Are you having second thoughts?" She asked. "Because, I will back off if you want me to." "I know mums don't seduce their son's normally. Its just that, when we make out, I can't stop thinking about you." "Aaahh, that's really sweet." She said, bringing my face to hers. Her soft motherly lips tasted of sweet MIAF (Mother I Am Fucking) liquorice. That was a lipstick she got from one of those secret santa department things. She gave my dick a substantial boner whenever I observed her lips because, they were long and thick; colorful and parted and closed suggestively. I tugged at her jeans until each button came undone. She giggled and bumped into me, causing us to land on my bed. She had the biggest smile on her face as she lay quietly on top of me. I looked at her face and realized my mother had the hots for me; she was really into me. As she unbuttoned my shirt and tucked in to my chest, playfully chewing on my nipples, I could not help but grin myself. I stared up at the ceiling, and listened to all the sounds in the room. But it was dead quiet. Even my mother was quiet. It was different from the bathroom where, sound bounced off the tiles, because in here, the walls were cement; backed up with other absorbers of sound. I looked at the way she attacked my nipples and wondered why I could not hear her mouth or hear the licking, because she was working on it in some detail. "Don't forget the other one babe." I reminded her about my other eager nipple. She immediately propped her head up and a string of saliva dangled and gleamed from my nipple to her mouth. She shifted her body to my right side and began suckling on that one. She was a very obedient mum. I think we were going to get along just fine. She consented to all my desires so far and even took the initiative from me by implementing her desires onto me. Since they were, by and large the same, it could only bode well for the future. I did not want to think too far down the line, but I was already planning for limitless sexual scenarios with which to explore with Nancy. By the way she was breathing raggedly and sticking out her entire tongue to garnish my pecs with, I could only assume she would be looking forward to interacting with me on whatever scale I fancied. "Mmmmm." She moaned delightfully. I stroked her cheeks to let her know i was pleased with her efforts and she purred affectionately, veering her face into my hands. I was glad her hair was short but considered shaving it all off so I could cum all over her bald head, but I would save that idea for later. She opened my shirt so I was naked on top and began stroking my chest with the flat of her hand. She stroked in circular motion and seemed excited, probably because she had dreamed about it and now it was actually happening. "You're such a hunk." She cooed. The glowing reviews only enhanced my reputation in a household, where only one person mattered. If my vamp-like mother was telling me I was hot, then I could get any woman I wanted. When she pulled my jeans off and I was naked before her, my dick rose like a knights sword about to meet a new challenge. As always, it was up for the fuck. Mum stood up, and lifted her tunic over her head. The first thing I saw was two bouncing tits collapse from beneath the rising tunic and express their incredible buoyancy,and then I caught smile on my mothers face. She was no ordinary MILF. No. She was the MOAM (Mother Of All MILF's)! I admired her body and so did my belligerent dick which was hostile towards anything that turned it on. She had a long upper body and a slender waist that curved out to her sexy hips and sloped down over her thighs. I wanted to eat the fucking whore so bad, but all I could do was suffer in awe of her figure. All this before even having removed her jeans! "Take it all off." I asked her. She climbed back on top of me and stuck her tongue all the way inside my awaiting mouth. There it played around and danced with my tongue. "Mmmm" "Take your jeans off mum." "No." she teased. She wanted me to be forceful but I wanted to play the game my way so I refrained. I bit her chin and kissed her throat. My hands dived inside her pants and latched onto mum's ass cheeks. I gave them a good grope and she loved it. I found her underwear and pulled it to one side. "Mmmm, no. Not there." She said. "Oh, okay." I replied restoring the flimsy material back over her pussy. It was not accessible today, although I had explored it with my foot previously. I liked that she was creating boundaries, probably to arouse me more. Eventually I would have access to all the smut, but for now I was happy to wait. "When did you start wearing crotchless winged panties?" "Since now." She admitted. I smiled and pinched her nose affectionately. In that moment I felt something vibrating between us. I looked down to see her pocket light up. She reached in and pulled out her cell phone. "Who is it?" I asked. "Oh, no one. Just simple Simon." She said answering it. "Nancy?" "Hello Simon." "Why don't you return my calls? I've been trying to call you but all I get is your automated voice message." "I'm busy." She sighed. "With what? You're retired?" Mum inserted her tongue inside my mouth and slowly dipped it in and out; producing strings of saliva. She brought her cell phone right up to the action so Simon could get a good ear full. "I'm with my son." "Are you two eating something?" "Only each other." She informed him. Before he could reply she hung up and tossed her phone away. It landed on a pile of washed clothes. I wasn't the cleanest guy around, but I wasn't alone and she wasn't complaining. Yet. How to Make a Slave Ch. 02 We resumed making out, and I was curious as to how long we would be kissing each others faces for before she got tired. So far, the clock wall read 6pm, so we had been making out for 1 and half hours. Time had flown by! I kind of hoped card night could be on another night because I was really busy with my mother right now. Both of us were sweating profusely and everything was stuffy and sticky and erotic. She remained on top all the time, refusing to budge, even when I nudged her with my hips. She was a stubborn queen, and when she got what she wanted, it pleased me. We did take mini breaks every few minutes or so just to get our breath and sit and stare at each other or talk. She would be twirling my hair and asking me if she was hurting me with her weight, and I would alternate my style of reply with a kiss to the space below her left ear meaning 'no' and a kiss on the other side meaning 'yes'. Likewise, a kiss on the chin meant 'I love you.' But that was not something I explained to her, I just let her figure it out herself. She was curious and it bugged her because after, several chin kisses, she was stumped. "Does it mean ... Maybe?" She guessed. I kissed below her left ear. "Does it mean ... You want to fuck my pussy?" I laughed and kissed her left ear. "So you don't want to fuck my pussy?" Mum asked dismayed. I kissed her right ear. "So, you want to fuck my pussy or you don't? Which is it?" she said confused. I kissed her right ear and then her left in quick succession. It meant that i did want to fuck her pussy, but that it was irrelevant to the meaning of the chin kiss. Nancy sunk her head down on my chest and gave up. I liked the feel of her ribcage pressing into mine and could feel her heart beating. "It means -- I love you." I confirmed. She dipped her head up and climbed up so her face was level with mine. "Do you really mean it?" She asked. "I can't explain it. But the feeling is filling my head up and it's almost overwhelming." "Aww, you feel dizzy too?" She asked. "A little." I confessed, though it was more than just a little. "Come here darling." she said drawing me in to her. We kissed passionately, like lovers. I could hear her now, when she kissed me, because it was with more vigor then ever before. Now she was ready to commit herself to the cause, which basically involved tons of forbidden sex with me and all the other stuff that swam around it. How to Make a Slave Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Her strokes seemed to be slowing down and then she stopped just like that and her feet retreated. 'God!' She muttered to herself 'What's going on? What am I doing?' I came forward and grabbed her feet, and led them back to my cock but she retreated again. 'No, honey no. We shouldn't ... do this. I hope you understand.' She said rubbing her face with her hands. I sighed nonchalantly and kicked at the water. My mother jerked her head in surprise for the first time. The look on my face was one she had not seen before and it frightened her. I leaned forward and grabbed her feet but she resisted, so I dragged her feet down with one pull. The exertion was minimal but the stress on her face was exceptional. 'Keep going.' I said. I was not asking anymore. 'No.' she said with a broken tone, somewhat teary eyed. I removed her toe ring and lifted her feet up to my mouth. I kissed her pinkies slowly and one at a time. Mums big toe was huge and worth a few good sucks. When I stopped she placed her feet in to position between my cock all by herself and resumed stroking my semi-erect dick back to full hard on. She was my bitch now. 'That's right....Ungh!!' She was such a good girl; her arched feet gliding up and down obediently and with such care. Her face beginning to contort into an expression of pleasure. Soon she was speaking her mind. 'Is that good for you baby?' Yesssss!!! SCHLOSH SCHLOSH!!! 'Is that good for you?!' She says stroking faster. Yesssss!!! Ohhh Yessss!!! It's Soo Good!!!! SCHLOSH SCHLOSH! 'You wanna cum for mummy?' SCHLOSH!! SCHLOSH!! SCHLOSH!!! 'Yessss!!' SCHLOSH!! SCHLOSH!! SCHLOSH!!! 'You wanna shoot your load sweety?' SCHLOSH!! SCHLOSH!! SCHLOSH!!! 'ON MY! OH MY! GEEEEZZZZ!!!' SCHLOSH!! SCHLOSH!! SCHLOSH!! SCHLOSH!! SCHLOSH!! SCHLOSH!! SCHLOSH!! SCHLOSH!! SCHLOSSSHHHH!!!!! I gasped as my balls tightened and my spunk erupted into the air; squirting out in spurts one after the other, one squirt flying past my mums face; another squirt landed on her chin. 'Ohhh my!! Oh my!! Oohhhh myyyyyyy!!!' 'Ohhhhh!! I love you soooo much baby.' She said awaiting my next command. Her glistening eyes staring intently into mine like a dog that wanted a biscuit. 'I love you too mummy.' I replied. I really did love her right now. I wanted to kiss her but there was no rush, after all, I had all the time in the world.