0 comments/ 293571 views/ 35 favorites Keeping Her In Line Ch. 01 By: Strict_Gorean I had always heard horror stories from my friends about their recently divorced parents. In their new found freedom, the parents would get a little wild, doing things that they had not been able to do since they had first gotten married. They left their kids home alone. They went on and partied. They even had promiscuous sex lives. But that wasn’t my family I was sure. That would never happen to us. Until my seventeenth year, I was positive that was the truth. I would never have to go through that. Up until then we had the picture perfect family. My dad worked hard to support us, sometimes fifty or sixty hours a week. My mom stayed home and kept the house up, raised me and made sure I had all I needed. We lived in a nice quaint three bedroom home in the country, just outside of the city and I thought that we had it made. For a seventeen year-old boy, I had it all; I had it made. Then my bastard of a father walked out on us. I had been so intent on my own needs and my own growing up that I had ignored all the warning signs, or refused to believe them. Perhaps I was just a little naïve. Evidently his devoted fifty or sixty hour work weeks that I was sure he was having were actually sexual indiscretions with his secretary and lover. My mother told me afterward that she knew and that she had accepted it. My father had promised her that he would stay until I was out of high school, bit after that he was leaving. I never would have believed it if someone had told me that would happen to me. So instead of my dreams of going away to the State University, I decided on a two-plus-two program at the local community college so I could stay home. The next three years were hard for me. Adjusting to a life without a father figure and being the man of the house was hard on me. I was taking maximum credit hours while working part-time to support my mom and I. she still worked a full time job and did the best that she could, but she came to depend on me more and more. It was like from age seventeen to eighteen, I had to turn to into an instant adult with no training or learning period. Who could I learn from? My father? I wanted nothing to do with the bastard after he had abandoned us. Now my mother, named Deborah, was a fine looking woman. Why my father ever felt the need to cheat on her was beyond me. Even at her age, she had a knockout figure. She looked very traditionally beautiful, the type of woman that was not appreciated anymore. She was petite at five-foot two and maybe one-hundred and twenty five pounds, with a nice slender waist and womanly hips that flared just right with curves in all the right places. Her breasts were a little larger than was the norm anymore but they still appeared firm and well kept. Her best features though were her hair and face. Her hair was jet black, smooth and straight that ran to the middle of her back. Her skin was flawless and fair-complected without a blemish that I could see. I only hoped that the woman that I would end up with was as beautiful as she was. Mom had a million dollar smile with perfectly white teeth and eyes that were deep blue and seemed to dance whenever she smiled. As far as I was concerned, she was the most gorgeous woman that I had ever seen. That my father had cheated on her was only his loss, as far as I was concerned. Now all those horror stories that I had heard from my friends was happening to me, in my own home. My father had walked out and left us the house and a lot of money to keep the divorce quiet. The settlement had been enough to pay for all of my college and the pay off the house not, but we both still had to work make ends meet. During school, mom worked as a paralegal for a local law office and I started out as a business/customer-service intern with a company that would hopefully keep me on and promote me once I got my degree. I had a reputation for being wise beyond my years, calm and cool and capable of being steady when making decisions. When I heard thought things about me, the only response would be for me to shrug. When my father left and I was the man of the house, what choice did I have? I had to grow up quickly. Throughout my college years, mom was using this time to catch up on the things that she never had a chance to do before. She always provided for me, making sure the house was clean and dinner was made, but the woman was getting wilder and wilder, I observed through the years. What started out as a once a month “girls night-out” had turned into a weekly Friday night party. Then it was Friday and Saturday. Then it was Wednesday hump day party and the weekends. The clothes she wore became more and more provocative. Her skirts got shorter. Her pants and jeans got tighter. Her shirts became sheerer. It drove me crazy to see her dressed like that as beautiful as I thought she was. Yes, it drove me crazy with jealousy. But I never said anything. I merely took a deep breath and sighed and went about my work. She was my mother, an adult, and it was none of my business. But it grated on me and irritated me more and more over the years. It got to be like she thought of me as nothing more than a room mate. She’d cook my meals but beyond that, I was a friend. Deep inside, it felt like not only had I lost a father, but I had also lost my mother. It made me sad, it made me annoyed. It downright pissed me off. Finally, I graduated college with a Bachelor’s Degree is Business Administration, specializing in human resources. My company kept me on and named me a junior executive, assistant director of human resources within the customer service division. I went from a minimum wage call center job to making good money with a company provided credit card, cell phone and all the benefits that went with my position. My mom was proud of me and when I told her I would remain living at home for a while, she seemed relieved. As much as she was going out, she seemed to like me around as a comfort zone, knowing that I was there and that she still had some family to remain with. That really pissed me off, because she treated me more like a friend than anything else. When I got my promotion, I took my mother out for dinner to some fancy restaurant that I knew she would like. My mouth was watering when she walked out of her bedroom in a low-cut, form-fitting black cocktail dress that showed all of her beautiful womanly curves. My eyes shone as I looked at her. Mom looked away embarrassed and only whispered that she had to look good when the man of the house took her out. I silently nodded and smiled but my heart was racing and my cock was stirring in my pants. All night long, she sat next to me, provocatively close, holding onto my arm and laughing at my jokes as we drank the wine and ate dinner. Many times, I could feel her thigh rubbing against mine, or her knee hitting mine. I tried to convince myself that it was all innocent but it was having a definite effect on me. By the time we walked out of the restaurant with my mom clinging to my arm and resting her head on my shoulder, I knew from that moment on I wanted her. I did not care if she was my mother or not. I wanted to take her to bed and to feel her beneath me. That night as we got into the house, I held the door open for me and she quickly turned to me and rose onto her tip toes so her face was nearly equal to my six-foot one-inch frame. She slipped her arms around my neck and kissed my cheek. The feeling was electric and I was positive that she could feel my heart pounding like a race horse near the finish line. “I’m proud of you,” she whispered breathily, almost dreamily. She then kissed me cheek again, this time a little more lingeringly, like she didn’t want to break the moment. “You’re the man of the house now.” Without saying another word, mom turned and ran up the stairs, like she was embarrassed, leaving me stunned and confused. I stood there for a moment still feeling the heat of her body against me, her lips burning against my cheek and an ache deep inside that made my cock hard. As I walked up the stairs slowly and past her door to my bedroom, I was sure I could hear her moaning. My cock was rock hard as I pictured her lying on the bed naked touching herself, but I did not open the door like I so wanted to. I walked to my bedroom and went to sleep, trying to calm the ache deep inside. Over the next weeks, it went back to like it was before: friends living together as roommates. Neither of us talked about that night or the kiss, but the tension was thick. Mom seemed to taunt as tease me all the time now. She’d smile sexily to me or bat her eye lashes at me like she was trying to entice me to action. The clothes she wore became more sensual. They weren’t sluttish, but obviously made so that her charms would be noticed. Notice them I did, going silently crazy with lust for my mother. I didn’t care that she was my mother or what other people would say. I wanted her more than I had ever wanted anything in my life. I dreamt about her, feeling her, touching her, caressing her. Shockingly enough, I dreamed of owning her. One night it just got to be too much. I had come home late one Friday at seven o’clock after a business meeting to a note and an empty house. Mom was out for friends but dinner was warming in the oven and waiting for me. I crumpled the note and threw it against the wall with anger. Sure, I thought, I was the man of the house, but where was she? Where was the woman of the house? She was out having a good time. I was fuming. Silently, I went upstairs and slipped out of my sport coat, hanging it up and taking my tie off. Relaxed now, in khakis and my work shirt, I ate dinner alone, still fuming. I checked the clock every ten minutes wondering what time the little slut would get home. In my mind, thoughts ran through of what I would do, what I would say. If I was the man of the house, I couldn’t tolerate this anymore. I had to put my foot down. I flung my fork across the room at the thought of another man touching my mother. I fumed with anger. No wonder my father left her, I thought to myself, but was immediately guilt-ridden for even thinking of that. My father was a bastard. His leaving wasn’t mom’s fault. But here she was with another man in her house, ignoring her. That would change or I was leaving, I had decided. At ten thirty that night, my mom’s car finally pulled into the drive and I got out of the love seat to meet her at the door. She seemed tipsy when she walked in and sort of startled to see me standing there. She looked away, embarrassed and then looked up at me. I could see heavy make-up on her face which only infuriated me even more. She looked like a tramp, blush and eye shadow caked onto her face and then short black skirt. “Sorry I’m getting home so late,” mom said meekly and looked away again. “I’m moving out,” was all I said, standing there with my hands in my pockets. As I watched her silently, her shoulders started to shake and she sobbed, finally ending up crying. Shaking my head I turned away, ignoring her and walked back into the family room to watch the news. I told myself I wouldn’t let her talk me out of it. I would not be ignored. I wouldn’t stand for it. My mind was made up, and there was no turning back. My mother was soon kneeling down on the floor in front of me crying with her cheek on my knee begging me to stay. “Please, James, don’t leave me. I need you to stay. You’re all I have left,” she wept as I ignored her. Her tears ran down her cheek and were wetting my pants, but still I paid her no mind. “Why should I stay, when we live as room mates?” I asked, watching television, not even looking at her. “You act like I’m not even here sometimes, mom. You don’t need me to not be alone. You have your friends to take you out on the weekends.” “Please!” she cried and wept. “You’re all I have left! Don’t leave me, son.” She begged me. Looking down at her, she shrank under my harsh look and my silence. “No, I’m not, mom. You have your friends.” Then mom got mad and she leaned back on her heels but remained on the floor. When I looked down I could see her black skirt riding up her thighs, exposing her beautiful legs to me. I was burning with lust again, mixed with the anger of the moment. I have to remain strong, I told myself over and over again. I have to remain strong. “You’re just like your father,” she said, with an angry tone in her voice. “Fine! Leave me just like your father left!” When mom said that, it was like something snapped inside me. Almost as if I had turned into someone else, I leapt off of the love seat and backhanded her swiftly across the cheek. Shocked that she had been slapped, she reeled back and sobbed. Angrily standing over her, I felt no shame and no remorse. It seemed right to me. She had disrespected me, I told myself. Mom was always the one that said I was the man of the house; it seemed only right that the man of the house punish her for being disrespectful. “Don’t you ever compare me to my father again,” I said in a surreal voice, uncommonly calm after just slapping her face. “I am nothing like him. I did not walk out. I took a job and worked my way through college. I stayed and worked double sessions at school so I could graduate sooner than anyone else in my class.” I paused. “Do not ever say that again.” Shocking me, and perhaps even herself, Mom sobbed with tears running down her cheek as she clung to my pant legs and I am positive I could feel her kissing my knee and my thigh as she clutched at me. “I’m sorry, son. I’m sorry Jimmy,” she wept. “It won’t happen again. I promise I won’t do that again. Please don’t leave me. Please don’t leave me. You’re all I have left. I promise that it won’t happen again. I’ll treat you better. I promise I’ll be a better mom. I’ll be a better person, I swear to you. Just don’t leave me.” Growling angrily at her sniveling, I kicked her aside and silently stomped off to my room with my hands in my pockets. When I got to my bedroom, I turned the stereo up loud and felt the reverberations from the loud music and stood there silently. Inside I could feel myself seething with anger over the last five years. My blood was pumping. The music was so loud, I didn’t hear her walk into the room, but I could feel her presence. I turned around and stood looking at her calmly when she yelled and screamed at me, pointing her finger at me. Actually, with her being so short compared to me it seemed rather humorous. The whole thing seemed humorous to me. After all these years of hearing that I’m the man of the house and now she’s trying to discipline me seemed preposterous. “Turn that fucking music down!” I heard over the racket and with an exasperated look on my face, I flipped the stereo off and turned back around to face her. “Don’t think that you can get away with doing whatever you want to. I’m still your mother and this is still my house!” I couldn’t help but laugh at the words. Towering over her tiny petite frame, a chuckle form deep in my stomach and before I knew it I was laughing out loud at her. “Don’t you dare laugh at me!” she screamed in a rage as she raised her hand to hit me. Reacting quickly, I caught her hand before it connected and we began to struggle. She used both hands to try and hit me, but I blocked her slaps and held her wrists tightly in my own. OK, I thought to myself. I was going too far. I was starting to feel angry again as my heart raced and the adrenaline pumped through my veins. She was really starting to piss me off. “I’m still your mother!” she screamed, trying to convince herself more than anything I think as we struggled in the center of my bedroom. My limit was reached when she tried to knee me in the balls. Now it wasn’t fun anymore. “You little bitch!” I growled and easily swung her around and locked both of her wrists behind her back. “Please! Jimmy! Stop Jimmy! You’re hurting me!” she exclaimed with tears in her eyes, but I couldn’t stop myself. She had gone too far. She had pushed me over the edge. “So you wanna hit me? You wanna knee me in the balls, huh?” I asked harshly as I dragged her to the bed and laid her over my knee. “You wanna act like my mother now? Too late for that, MOM!” I said, mocking her. “Please, Jimmy, you’re hurting me!” she cried but I paid her no mind. Like I was someone else, I felt myself pushing her skirt up over her thighs and to her hips. The little bitch would get hers. She would wish that she never raised her hand against me. I had to teach her a lesson. I would show the little bitch who was boss around her. Mom would know who the man of the house is. “What are you doing, son?” she asked with a shaky voice as she felt her skirt being raised. She wriggled hard against me, trying to change positions. WHACK! “OWWWWWW,” she exclaimed as I smacked her hard against her left ass cheek. “Stop moving, you little bitch!” I growled at her. She moved again. WHACK! I slapped her left ass cheek just as hard. “I said stop moving!” Breathing heavy, I looked down at her ass. She was wearing a thong, black in color. What a little slut, I thought to myself. My mom was dressing like a slut, wearing a thong. “You little slut,” I sneered at her, slapping her ass again. She whimpered but did not move an inch, afraid that I would hit her harder. “My mother the slut, dressing like a common whore to work.” “No, no, no, no, no, Jimmy!” she said over and over again. “I’m not a slut!” SMACK! “Owwwwwwwwwww!” “You wear a thong to work and you don’t think you’re a slut? Who are you trying to kid?!” I spanked her hard again with the flat of my hand, feeling my cock stir as she moved against me trying to break free. “I said, don’t move, bitch!” “You said for the past five years that I was the man of the house, that I was your man and yet you act like a slut, like a common whore,” I said as I spanked her again. “Now the man of the house is going to show you what happens to little sluts.” I began to spank her hard, letting the past five years of frustration and anger bleed out of me as I spanked her bottom. I was gratified by her whimpering and her begging me to stop, but I wouldn’t. As my hands held her wrists tightly together behind her back holding her motionless against me, my hand flew across her bottom. “So you wanna be a little slut!” I asked through the spanking. “Little sluts get punished when they get caught!” “Please stop! It hurts! Please! Owwwwwwwww!” “All those years, calling me the man of the house yet ignoring me! Going out and ignoring me for your friends!” I didn’t stop myself. I let go of the past five years as I hand raised and spanked her over and over again. Her ass was red with palm prints as she was punished rightfully for everything that had ever happened over the past five years. She was a w whimpering ball on my lap as I continued my onslaught. Mom had stopped begging and simply lay there as still as could be taking it all, whimpering and moaning as she bit her lip. She was motionless; she couldn’t move. “I’m the man of the house! You answer to me!” I exclaimed loudly, as I let my hand fly one last time, spanking her the hardest across both of her ass cheeks. Mom’s whole body tensed and she moaned aloud with her eyes closed and her teeth clenched. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” The little bitch came. I couldn’t believe my eyes. My mother came from me spanking her! What a little slutty whore she was! If she was going to be a whore, she was going to be my whore. She would answer to me! I told myself. Rolling her off of my lap she landed on the floor with a thump and a painful moan as I positioned her over the bed. “Don’t move!” I growled to her as I laid her hands straight out in front of her with her knees spread on the floor. She only whimpered in response but her eyes were closed. To be quite honest, I don’t think my mother could have moved if she had even wanted to. Keeping Her In Line Ch. 01 My cock was straining at the seams of my pants and I would not be denied. The little bitch wouldn’t hold back anymore. She wouldn’t have any choice in the matter anymore. If she could spread her legs for strangers, mom would spread her legs for me. I quickly tore the telephone cord from the phone and the wall and quickly tied her wrists together and tied her off to the other side of the bed. Her whole body was stretched out across the bed, her knees barely touching the floor. In a surreal, dreamy sort of way, I knelt down behind her and unzipped my trousers and released my throbbing and hard cock. I could see a small stream of pre-cum on the head. Not able to wait or hold back anymore, I slammed my cock between her wet and waiting cunt lips. “OHHHHHHHHHHHHH GOD!” she wailed, bowing her back and lifting her head off the bed when I pierced her folds and filled her up. The little was so hot, I told myself. I could feel her cunt gushing and squeezing me as I filled her up. The little cunt wanted to be fucked. I would give the little slut what she wanted. I quickly fucked her hard and fast, driving into her with long hard strokes. As my cock pumped into her, I could feel her cunt juices running down my balls as her muscles contracted holding me in, trying to suck more into her cunt. “Oh, God, Jimmy! You’re fucking me! You’re fucking your mother! Oh, God!” She repeated over and over. She strained at her tied wrists, trying to meet my strokes, which only drove me crazier as she began to fuck me back. “You like that?” I asked, taunting it. “You like your son fucking you?” I whispered in her ear as I pumped into her, slamming into her hot cunt. I could feel the head of my cock hitting her cervix with ever thrust. Mom only whimpered and pushed her head into the mattress not wanting to answer. As my cock slammed into her balls-deep, I raised my hand and spanked her hard across the small of her back. “Oh, Jimmy!” she wailed, lifting her head off the mattress. “I asked you a question, you little slut!” “Yes, Jimmy! I love it! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Show me whose boss! Fuck me with your hard cock!” It seemed like the Pandora’s Box was open and all of her sexual frustration drained out of her as I fucked her. “Take your mother, Fuck her hard! Show her what a slut she is! Oh, God, I’m going to cum! Jimmy! You’re going to make me cum!” “You wanna cum?” I asked with an evil tone in my voice. “Does my little slut want to cum?” “Yes! I wanna cum! I need to cum! Please let me cum! Please!” She knew instinctively to ask permission. She knew she would need my say so to cum. The thought made my cock twitch and throb inside her. “Beg, slut! Make it worth my while!” I slapped her already red ass cheek to get the point across and she yelped at the pain. “Please! I promise I’ll be good! I’ll be a good girl! Just let me cum. Let me cum please! Please! I’ll be your slave! I’ll do whatever you want! I’ll be your slave!” “You’ll me my slave?” I sneered back at her, knowing she was fighting to hold back her orgasm. “Yes! I’ll be your slave!” she yelled. “Do you want to be my slave?” I asked, toying with her. “Yes! I wanna be your slave! Your mother wants to be your slave! Please, let her cum! Let your slave cum! She needs to be your slave! Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease!” “Then cum you little slut!” I growled. She went completely rigid and made animal like sounds as her whole cunt exploded. I thought it would snap me out of her she was so tight. She gushed cunt juices out that splashed against me as she moaned and whimpered through her orgasm, her whole body stiff. I didn’t stop fucking her as her orgasm passed. I was so close to cumming, my balls were ready to explode. It was like her cunt fit like a glove, sucking me in, tantalizing every muscle and inch of my cock as I drove it into her. There was no doubt about whom she belonged to now, as I picked up speed slamming into her. “Oh, God, Jimmy! Fuck me! Fuck your mother, you mother fucker! Fuck me hard! Use me, baby. Use my body!” She shook and whimpered as mini-orgasms shot through her body. “Use me, baby. Use your mother.” Taking her hair in my fist, I controlled her movements, pulling her body back to meet my thrusts as I drove into her deep with my cock. “I will, you little slut. I am using you for my pleasure.” “So strong,” she whimpered, trying to catch her breath. “So fucking strong. I wished for so long you would fuck me. I wanted you to fuck me so bad a so hard for so long. You’re so fucking strong. Jimmy! I’m going to cum again! Only a man like you can make me cum like this! Jimmmmmmmiiiiiiieeeeeeee!” She exploded again with an explosive orgasm, her cunt juices splashing and wetting me as I continued to slam into her, piercing her tightening walls with my cock. I was so close to unloading my cum into her. My balls ached and my cock throbbed. “I’m cumming, you little bitch,” I said as I pulled back on her hair causing her to whimper in pain. “I’m gonna cum inside you. You’re gonna be my cum dumpster!” “Yes, Jimmy! Cum inside me!” she yelled. “Cum inside me! Fill me up with your hot cum! I want it so bad! I need it. I need you to cum inside me!” With that, I could feel my whole body tighten up as I exploded inside her, shooting a long hot stream of cum inside her. My load was running down her thighs and out of her as I continued to thrust into her savagely, unloading her with spurt after spurt of my hot cum. She came again, just from me cumming inside her. I felt her whole body shake as her cunt gripped my cock inside her, pulling me in deeper. She lay there shaking and whimpering, not speaking as her cunt gripped me tightly. Looking down at her, I was washed over with warmth and affection for the woman as her sweat soaked body lay before me. Without thinking I leaned down and kissed the back of her shoulder. She moaned at the touch but remained motionless. Slipping my cock out of her cunt, Mom moaned aloud and arched her back, pleading to remain filled and pushing back trying to find my cock again. Reaching over to my night stand I drew a small knife that I used to cut her wrists. Now that they were freed, she drew her hands to her breasts and wriggled against me. “Open your eyes,” I commanded her as I lifted her head off the bed by her hair. She sucked her breath in from the pain of her hair being pulled but she complied. Her eyes looked at me wildly, tears still running down her cheek. “I’m the man of the house now,” I said calmly. “Do you understand that?” With wide eyes, my mom nodded silently. Tightening the grip on her hair, I shook her head. “I asked you a question, woman.” “Yes, yes!” she said, squeezing her eyes shut. She opened her eyes and looked up at me. “I understand.” She paused and shuddered visibly. “Master.” Bending her body to my will, I twisted her to press my lips to hers. The kiss was forceful and strong, she whimpered as I thrust my tongue into her mouth, taking the lead. I did not allow her anything but to give me what I wished. It was clear who was dominant and who was submissive. There was no doubt that she was mine now. The kiss sealed it in a way. She must have recognized this also, because soon she was leaning up and kissing me back. She pressed herself to me and was mewling uncontrollably now, hungrily accepting what I gave her. I opened my mouth and she sucked on my tongue like it was a small cock. This drove me crazy and I could feel my cock twitching as she worked to please me. She was enthusiastically kissing me trying to please me. She whimpered, silently begging me to find her pleasing. Her eyes looked up at me meekly like a small child trying to please, begging to find approval. I smiled inwardly at that. She pulled away. She spoke quietly again. “Master.” Then something clicked in her eyes and she looked up at me, almost proudly. “Master.” The word was clear, definitive, not shameful and without a doubt. She was announcing herself as my slave. Why else would she call me master? Hearing the word was like a bolt of electricity running through me. I released her hair from my hand and got off the bed. Shaking her head slightly, mom got off the bed and knelt before me, looking up at me. The tears were gone, replaced with someone else. It was akin to awe and admiration, and hunger and desire. She trembled as she looked up at me. “I’ve waited for this day for so long,” she whispered, looking down. “I’ve always needed a strong man in my life. Your father,” She stopped and paused for a moment. “Your father was never strong enough. He was always too busy with work for me. When I got difficult to handle he stopped paying attention.” She looked up at me, leaning forward. Tentatively, her finger tips lightly touched my leg. Half expecting to be punished for touching me, she looked up. When I looked down at her silently, she leaned in and kissed my knee and then my thigh. She moved to the other thigh and kissed that leg also, running her tongue across my thigh. Pulling away, she looked up at me again. “For the past five years, I’ve watched you growing up. I’ve watched quietly as you grew into a man. I looked at your strength, your power, you’re decisiveness, your drive with envy.” She kissed and stroked the inside of my upper right thigh. “I was bitter because that was the type of man I needed in my life. I wished your father could have been like that. I would beg and beg and beg for him to take control but he wouldn’t. He was scared.” I nodded slowly as she began to cry, weeping quietly at my feet as she clung to my leg. My father was a good provider but looking back was always non-confrontational. He wasn’t a pushover, but one who liked the road of least resistance. It was not one of his more endearing qualities now that I remember. “What was he scared of?” I asked quietly. Mom wiped her eyes on my thigh and sniffled in a cute sort of way and I couldn’t help but smile to myself. “I don’t know,” she said, shrugging. “Maybe he was scared of having that type of power over a person. Maybe he was scared because he really didn’t know what to do with a submissive woman.” “There lots of males, but not many men,” I mused to myself. She giggled and caressed her cheek against my thigh. “But you’re a man. You’re the type of man that I’ve always wanted to control me, to dominate me. I saw your confidence and I would be so excited just to watch you, just to be around you. I’d watch you and dream of you. I felt so shameful to have those feelings for my son, but I was so attracted to you. In my mind, you were a dream come true. I would touch myself dreaming of you taking control.” “Which is why you would dress provocatively, huh, mom?” I asked. “Trying to goad and tease me into action.” Her giggle was cute. “Well, looking back, yes. But I really didn’t mean it that way. I felt so empty, so alone. I guess I was subconsciously trying to tease you into action. Drive you so mad with lust that you would take me and use me.” When she looked up at me, her eyes shone and her lips were slightly parted in desire. I could see the dark crimson of her skin and felt her shaking against me. These were all common signs of attraction and sexual arousal I knew. Just sitting there and talking about it was making her wet and hot. She trembled against me as she looked up at me. Without warning I savagely backhanded her across the cheek. She flew to her back and looked up at me with wild eyes, holding her cheek. “I’m sorry! What did I do? What did I do wrong? Why did you punish me?” Slowly I walked over to her and stood over her with my hands on my hips. “Would you know why I slapped your face, woman?” “Y-yes, please. Tell me so I know what not to do! Please tell me so I can be better for you!” She was sobbing at the thought of displeasing me. I could tell that she would work enthusiastically to please me. It would be a pleasure for me to control her. “I simply slapped your face simply because I could,” I said calmly with a slightly amused tone in my voice and a mischievous gleam in my eye. “I am the man of the house now. I am in control from now on. You answer to me.” I paused and my voice was clear. “Do you understand that woman?” “Yes! Yes! I understand. I answer to you! I obey you, master!” she scrambled to her knees and knelt before me naturally with her knees spread before me. Looking down, my cum was running down the insides of her thighs and her cunt was glistening. “You belong to me,” I said clearly, not brooking any argument with that. She shook visibly and closed her eyes for a moment. “I belong to you Master. I’m here for your pleasure.” “Clean me off, slave,” I order her. Without even thinking about it she leaned forward and looked up at me as her tongue ran down the length of my cock. “Master has such a big cock,” she breathed as she kissed the tip of it and sucked the head into her mouth. I groaned lightly as she looked up at me playfully. “I said clean it off, slave, so clean it off now!” I commanded louder. Shaken and shocked, mom moved her hands to the base and held it when her tongue and lips worked at cleaning me off. “I didn’t give you permission to use your hands,” I reminded and she quickly dropped her hands to rest her palms on her thighs. Using only her mouth now, she took my cock into her mouth and swirled her tongue over the head and then thrust her mouth downward taking all of me into her mouth. I felt the tightness at the back of her throat as she sucked me all in. She was making slurping sounds as her mouth pistoned in my cock, giving me the best head I’ve ever felt. She used just the right pressure, just the right touch with her tongue. Within seconds my cock was rock hard again. “What the fuck, woman! Don’t my balls exist? Clean my balls off too before I whip you again!” Mom whimpered and wriggled on her heels, but I could tell she was highly aroused, I could smell her cunt. She craved the control, and she would have it. Not missing a beat her tongue had licked down the shaft of my now hard cock, taking my balls into her tiny mouth. I felt light pressure as she sucked on the sac and swirled her tongue around each ball. It was heaven, her mouth felt so good. Mom took my balls out of her mouth and caressed the head of my cock against her cheek. “You have such a big cock, Master. Your slave has dreamed of this day forever.” She thrust her mouth down on my cock and deep throated me nearly choking on it, but she kept it there and then slowly bobbed her head up and down on my cock. She took my cock out again and looked up at me. “I love tasting you. I’ve wanted to taste you for so long, Master. I want to taste you forever. I want to taste you forever.” “Get back to sucking,” I ordered. Mom whimpered but obeyed as she sucked me back into her mouth. My cock was aching feeling her mouth on me. She struggled with its size but kept going, working to please her man. Her eyes looked up at me as her head bobbed down onto my cock. Spittle and saliva was running down her cheeks as she whimpered and made sucking noises. Soon my hips her thrusting forward to meet her tongue as it swirled against the shaft and the base of my cock. My fist went to her hair as I felt my second orgasm building up again. She squealed and her eyes went wide but she didn’t give up. I could tell by the look in her eye that she was determined to please me. She needed to please me. Her nostrils flared but she took all of me into her mouth, passing into her throat as she met me stroke for stroke. “I’m gonna cum in your mouth mom. You’re gonna drink my cum,” I snarled as I felt it building up inside me. She moaned and whimpered and her eyes begged me silently to cum in her mouth. Not able to control it anymore, I exploded inside her mouth. Mom squealed and whimpered, making small choking sounds as she felt my cum going down her throat. After the majority of my load was shot she mewled and sucked on me harder trying to milk me for more. After a few more spurts I was done, but she still didn’t stop. Mom pulled away with a mouth full of cum and looked up at me, while she swished it around in her mouth. I was amazed as she swallowed looking into my eyes. “Thank you for your cum, master. Thank you for warming my belly with your hot cum.” Before I could answer, mom kissed the tip of my cock and lightly ran her tongue over the head before gently sliding my soft cock into her mouth. I groaned at the sensation as she lightly sucked on it, her cheeks sucking inward and then outward. Her arms snaked around me in a pleased content way, holding onto me. I was not discontent with the situation. After a moment of her sucking on my cock, I could feel it growing harder. Knowing how sensitive it was, mom applied the right amount of friction with her tiny mouth as she began to plunge her lips downward making me moan again. Her eyes looked up at me excitedly while her nostrils flared. She was getting off on sucking me, I knew. I felt the head of my cock at the entry to her throat and as she looked up at me I could feel her sucking me in, passing my cock into her tightness. God, it felt so good. I closed my eyes and tried to control my breathing as my cock ached at her mouth and lips. It felt so fucking good! After a few moments when my cock was nice and hard, she took me out of her mouth and looked up at me. Her hand lightly stroked my cock as she begged me. “Please, master. Fuck your slave again. Your girl needs to feel her cunt stretched. Please use me. Use me for your pleasure. Please. Please use me.” She kissed the head of my cock lovingly and caressed the head against her cheek. She shuddered at the contact. Yelping at surprise from the movement, she felt my fist in her hair lifting her to her feet. I put her on the bed and before she knew it, her legs her spread and I was over her. “Please,” she whispered over and over again, begging me. Her hips were rising, searching for me, her cunt needing to be filled. “Oh, God, yes!” she yelled as my cock slipped between her cunt lips and pierced her deep, filling her up. Her eyes snapped open and her whole body tensed as she lifted her body to meet mine. Her breathing came in short gulps with her arms were about my neck, holding onto my tightly. My eyes locked onto hers silently as she gasped for breath with her body locked onto mine, clenching for dear life. I nestled my cock into her cunt to the hilt and remained still for a moment, feeling her cunt muscles tightening, milking me. She was so tight. Her whole body quivered beautifully against me as her muscles clamped down on my cock. “Fuck me James!” she whimpered. “Please, use me for your pleasure. Show your mother that she’s your whore.” I stayed where I was nestled deep inside her as she worked her hips trying to fuck my cock, but to no relief for I was holding her down too tightly for that. Her eyes looked up at me pleadingly, begging me. When she was fucked it would be on my terms at my accord; I was enjoying the sensations of her tightness around me and did not wish it to end just yet. “Please, use me. Use your slut. Use your whore,” she whimpered over and over again in sexual need. Her body writhed beneath me as she sobbed and whimpered. Her supple flesh tightened and quivered in need. Her sexuality was rushing through her right to her cunt that I was filling with my cock. “Please-” she started but she was silenced when I savagely slapped her face. Her head flew to the side and she snapped her eyes to mine. Her shocked and hurt eyes met mine, which were emotionless and calm. “You are my possession, woman,” I said, setting the ground rules. “I will use you for my pleasure. Mine, not yours. I will use you when I am damn good and ready to use you, not when you wanna be fucked. Do you understand that, woman?” Keeping Her In Line Ch. 01 “Y-ye-yes, master,” she said with something akin to awe in her eyes. She squealed when my fist curled into her hair and I pulled her head off of the pillow. Her already tight cunt tightened even harder around me, locking me in from the excitement of the moment. I watched as her bottom lip quivered while I held her close to me by her hair. Her eyes searched mine. “I asked if you understand!” I snarled at her. “Yes, master! I understand! I understand!” “Who’s master and who obeys?” I asked next twisting her hair in my fist. “You’re master. You’re master! You own me master! I obey! I obey!” I dropped her head onto the bed and pinned both of her wrists to the bed beside her head keeping her motionless. “Master!” She yelled when she felt my cock slamming into her without warning. I moved into her with short savage strokes, slamming my hips into her inner thighs as I took by force what was mine to take. Her body responded and her juices were quickly splashing out of her cunt against me and I knew that she was excited. “Fuck your girl, master. Fuck her good. Use her cunt. Use your property,” she whimpered over and over again as her body turned into a tight ball of sexuality. Her hips moved against me, meeting me stroke for stroke as I fucked into her. She didn’t care how hard it was or about the pain. She wanted more. She needed more. I could tell she was close to orgasm again by the tightening of her cunt around me as I slammed into cervix with every thrust. Her whole body was tense and she was letting out a low humming moan from deep inside with her eyes closed. Her only movement was her hips against me. Other than that she lie completely still, bent to my will, being whatever I wished her to be. “Does my slave want to cum?” I asked, panting with sweat dripping down my chest. My grip had tightened around her wrists as y cock thrust into her. It ached and throbbed to cum in the tight confines of her cunt. “Yes! Please! Please! Please! Please! Let me cum!” she exclaimed with her eyes open and her mouth gasping for breath as she tried to raise her body to mine. “Who are you cumming for, slave?” I snarled next, sneering at her. “You! You! I’m cumming for you! I’m cumming for you! I promise for you! Only you!” “Then cum, you little slut!” “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!” Her already wet cunt splashed even more juices as her whole cunt tightened down on me and her cervix opened up to accept me inside her womb which I slammed into. “Oh God! Oh God!” She must have loved that because it seemed to make her orgasm last longer. Her body was still quivering as mini-orgasms continued to rock through her like my cock was rocking into her body, deep within her. I was taking her. My cock thrusting into her was me taking a part of her soul. I released her wrists and soon her arms were snaking around my neck and I allowed myself to be pulled down to her. Her firm C-cup breasts pushed into me as my hips rocked and my cock thrust into her as her cunt gushed out juices. “I love you. I love you. I love you,” she whispered over and over again as I felt my own release building, like a river slamming against the dam. I gritted my teeth and held back as my cock drove into her. Her hips rose and her slender legs wrapped around my waist with her ankles locked behind me driving my already thrusting cock into her harder and faster. She must have known I was close because her eyes opened and looked deeply into mine. “I need your cum. I need you to cum inside me, master. I need to feel your cum inside me. Then you’ll own me forever. You’ll own me forever.” Not able to hold back anymore, My whole body tensed as my cock exploded inside her cunt, sending a river of hot cum deep inside her. Mom moaned and held me close and her tight cunt milking me told that she had cum again also. She reached up and kissed my cheek. “I love you, my son, my master,” she whispered contentedly as I collapsed on her body. I felt her hands running through my hair and holding me close as her cunt milked spurt after spurt of cum into her waiting sex. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhh,” she moaned as her body shuddered with another mini-orgasm. After a few moments, I rolled off of her and we lay next to each other silently, catching out breaths. Without looking I reached over and grabbed her by her hair. “Now clean me off with your mouth.” She giggled and answered, “yes, master,” with a playful laugh in her voice. It felt nice to feel her small delicate tongue on me. She was gently as she licked up cum and her cunt juice from my cock. Smarted up from the last time, she didn’t exclude my balls and within a moment, my cock was clean save her saliva from her tongue. I looked at her and saw her lick her lips not wanting to waste any of my cum. “Master!” she exclaimed as she felt me pulling her to the head of the bed near me. She didn’t fight it when she felt the black tape wrap around her wrists behind her back. I laughed when she pouted silently at me, but I did not back down. Using the same phone cord I had bound her with before, I tied it loosely around her neck and then to my waist. “Now sleep, woman,” I commanded as I pulled her head to my hip and covered us both with the comforter. I breathed deeply, content and full. “Yes, master,” she whispered and I could feel her kiss my hip. “I said sleep!” Her lips kissed me one last time on my hip as she sighed happily and laid her jet black hair against my hip. “Yes master.” Within minutes, I could feel her gentle rhythmic breathing against my hip.