13 comments/ 326066 views/ 46 favorites The Seduction of Sam By: Pilot4029 Of what happened, I can confess that I didn't plan any of it. I let myself be dragged in by the whole idea, the concept and eventually after all the nervous moments of guilt, of questioning had passed, I came to relax and even become happy. My name is Sam, I left University a year ago to work for a call centre dealing with Insurance claims. This is not the most exciting job in the world. And it was certainly not the route I had expected to take. My fair hair and pleasant face had got me so far with the girls at uni, I'd even maintained a steady relationship for a year. However, as I graduated all this slowly left me. I had a group of friends I could keep in contact with by e-mail and I moved back home. Home. When I moved back it was the same place I had always known, just my mother and me. I'd never known my father, he'd left as soon as I was announced. Which on the whole was a pretty shitty thing to have done. My Mom survived with a lot of help from family and friends. Though we'd always lived to gether Mom had refused to give up on her independance, I'd known boyfriends come and go, but still we stuck together. Home was supposed to be a temporary arrangement, I really needed to move out on my own and get my act together, something I pointed out to Mom regularly put she didn't seem to pay much attention. She continued to work at the local college and she was always home when I got back from work. I didn't get to go out much in the evenings. A lot of my friends from home had moved away and I had a crippling student debt that I wanted shot of. Thus I spent a lot of my time reading, watching TV and films or just in my room listening to music. I was becoming a little isolated, something my mother had recognised and she'd started to ask if I was alright. I always told her yes, but she knew that inside my head the escape plan was forming. One day, late September, the escape plan began to change. It was an area meeting. Regional boss comes in assesses your performance. My colleagues and I were ushered into the meeting room and we all took seats at the table. At the head of it was an immaculetly turned out woman with tied back red hair and business suit. The suit comprised of a jacket and short skirt. I couldn't help myself, I immediately looked at her legs. They were long, graceful with a shine to them from her tights (possibly stockings, my mind was racing) all thought about getting assessed had gone out the window. As she read out her report the feeling in my cock grew and grew. I'd always sub-conciously looked at women's legs but while at Uni, I'd done my best to concentrate on their personalities, what they had to say - it meant getting further with a girl quicker. Yet, as I snatched quick glances at those wonderful legs, with her black sling-back heels on, I realised I'd awakened something in me. By the time we came to the comfort break I was rock solid. I couldn't have left that table if I tried! I needed to do something and fast. The meeting had been some sort of delicious torture at every stage I wanted to run out of the room and wank myself off, but I couldn't stop staring at her legs. When the meeting had finished it was time to leave, I had a plan. Get off the bus, get to the newsagents and get a magazine, anything would do, then finish off in the privacy of my own room. As I travelled back I thought kneeling at those legs, looking up, running my tongue all along them, my hard-on refused to dissapate. I got off the bus and awkwardly managed to run down to the shop. It was shut. It was bloody shut! I almost screamed aloud, I was still frustrated and all there was left to do would be to go home. Mom was in the kitchen as I stumbled in. She asked the usual questions about my day, but I wasn't listening. I went straight upstairs, dumped my coat in my room and looked around. I need something and had dumped all my porno mags when I'd left Uni. Think, I told myself, think! There was a pile of women's magazines in Mom's room, there was bound to be something in there, a picture of a model, anything. Checking she was still downstairs, I moved across the landing to my Mom's room and went in. Next to the double bed was a pile of women's mags.I quickly rifled through the top couple looking for anything and picked up one with a promising article about stockings. In my rush I pulled it off the pile and realised something had fallen out. Not wishing to leave evidence of my actions I went down to pick up what I assumed was some promo junk, I stopped. There were three polaroids on the floor. Putting the magazine back on the pile I picked up the photos. I gasped. It was Mom. She was sat on the sofa we used to have in the living room, wearing a pink bikini top and briefs, with a pair of dainty open-toed pink high heels on. She had her legs crossed and was smiling. The second was the same with her legs crossed the other way. I gasped again at the third, she was topless, still smiling. I froze just for a second, my brain screaming at me to return the photos to the magazine. Sadly, in these situations, the brain rarely wins. I grabbed all three and ran back to my room, shutting the door behind me. I scambled on to the bed, laying all the photos in front of me. I stuggled with my trouser flies and manage to free my cock, grabbing it with my hand I looked at the photos again. This was my mother. Short back bob, around 5' 10" with average size tits and fantastic legs. This was not the Mom I knew from wearing trousers or jeans and big jumpers. It seemed like a totally different woman. I think what was how I rationalised afterwards, she was totally different to the Mom I knew. One that posed like this for a boyfriend, posing like this now for me. My fist was wrapped around my cock, pumping hard, it took only seconds to cum. It shot across the bed, some of it landing on the wall some on the photos. As I leaned back, slowly wanking out the last drops of liquid, I looked at the pics through my bleary eyes. What had I done? It was only the dinner call that brought me round. As I lay in bed that night, Mom had noticed something was different about me. I had watched her through most of dinner, again she asked if I was alright and I replied that I was, but she wasn't buying it. She asked me if I was still thinking about moving out. I said yes. This time there was little to disguise her disappointment. I wanted to comfort her, I really did, but this was insane. I'd just masturbated over my own mother. Over those pictures. Those photos that were still in the drawer, I hadn't even bothered to return them to Mom's room. I needed to get out. I spent the day in work in a trance, I took calls, I filed reports, but I was thinking about what I'd done. It was completely nuts. I had to get out, had to find somewhere else to live. That night at dinner I could tell Mom was looking at me oddly again and once more I raised the point of me leaving. "But I'll be so alone," she protested. I told she wouldn't be, she still had all her friends, I mean God they came round for dinner enough and she needed to understand that I had to be me. She finished the conversation by asking me if there was any way she could persuade me to stay. I told her it wasn't a very fair question, all birds leave the nest sometime, right? She acceeded the point and dinner continued. But the photos still lay in my drawer, piled carefully under a magazine. I sat there in my bed thinking about them. My hands resting above the duvet, the images played in my mind. Was she winking at me? Could I be sure? I had to check. All excuses, I know this now. I fumbled with the drawer and the magazine and the photos came out. Holding each one in turn up to the light, I let go. I pictured myself kneeling there, kissing her toes through her pink shoes and working my way upwards, planting my lips as I moved across her legs, her sweet encouragement, the fingers in my hair coaxing me towards her pussy, the wonderful smell as my face went between her thighs, her warmth and wetness... I shot my load across the bedspread groaning out. As my breathing became shallower I began to fall asleep, the photos still in my hand. This continued for a week, I was rapidly running out of month to move by and could see myself staying at home for October too. It would be OK, I told myself, it would be fine. By now I'd managed to buy other magazines in order to try and get over those pictures, but it just wasn't real enough... Night after night, I'd go back to the polaroids. I knew I was in trouble when I went looking for other photos too, but with no luck. I then thought about spying on Mom. I was too shocked with my own thought to continue and went back to looking at the rental property pages. After another week of fruitless searching I came home and trumped upstairs to my bedroom as usual. As I entered I stopped. The drawer, the drawer with the photos in was open. Closing the door I went over and investigated. The photos were still there. I breathed a sigh of relief. A couple of lads mags were jammed over the top. Maybe Mom had tidied them away? I couldn't remember if I'd left them out. Maybe she'd decided to have a look at the magazines herself... and maybe she'd seen the photos. I rearranged the drawer as it should be and hurridly got changed. Prepare for the worst, I told myself, she could go ballistic at dinner. I tentatively made my way downstairs. A smile greeted me as I poked my head into the kitchen. She was making pasta. "Alright?" she asked. "Err, yes," came my reply. I was told to sit at the table. This I did, still apprehensive, but when she came in with the food and we ate everything was fine. My mind was put at ease, at least until I got up to leave. "Sam... you are OK, aren't you?" she asked. "Yes... Why?" "Just making sure. If there's anything you want to talk to me about you know you can." At the moment I felt her hand on my hand. She smiled at me again. "OK, Mom..." I moved my hand away and got up to clear the dishes. As I walked out the kitchen I was shaking slightly. Maybe she had seen the photos, maybe she was just wary of the girlie magazines, maybe she was asking if I was OK because I was shaking! As I bent down to open the dishwasher I realised, with some discomfort, that I had an erection. I took several deep breaths standing close to the kitchen unit as Mom entered with the rest of the tableware. I felt her fingers gently stroke the back of my head and then she kissed me quickly on the cheek, before leaving again. I stood still, waiting for my cock to die down for two whole minutes. From this point onwards things took an interesting turn. Two days later on Saturday I'd stayed in bed watching cartoons for most of the morning and was thinking about something more productive when I heard Mom's voice from over the landing. I got up, carefully adjusting my boxers to prevent myself from slipping out and went around to her bedroom. She was stood in front of the full length mirror by her bed wearing a navy blue skirt with a white blouse. I was stunned, this was one of the first times I had seen my Mom's legs since finding the photos. The skirt ended just above the knee and she was wearing nylons of some sort. My mouth went dry. "What do you think of my new skirt?" she asked. It took me a second to answer. "It's very nice..." I replied and it was. It hung off her hips and was just tight enough show a little of her arse. "I bought it yesterday." "Is it for anything special?" I asked, assuming she might be going out. "Oh no, just for me." "Oh, well it's... nice." "Is that all you can say?" she said smiling. Mom turned away from the mirror and went to other side of the bed. "Now I'm going to need your help, Sam. Sit on the chair." I planted myself on the dresser chair and watched as she brought up two shoe boxes. She came around to the other side of the bed directly opposite me and sat down. "I bought two pairs of shoes today too, but I can't decide which to wear, maybe you can choose?" Mom opened the first box and pulled out a navy blue pair of pumps, they must have had about a three-inch heel. "These matched the skirt," she explained and pulled one of them onto her foot. By now I was painfull aware of the growing hardness in my boxer shorts. She put on the second one and stood up, putting her hands on her hips. "Well?" she asked. This time the pause before I spoke was more obvious. My eyes travelled up from her shoes, past her legs and chest to her face. "They... suit you," was the best I could manage. "You think?" she walked up and down once keeping her eyes on me, I on the other hand didn't know where to look. In a smooth, swift movement she sat back down and crossed her legs. I fought hard to supress a moan as her skirt rode up to show more of her thigh. She flexed and turned her ankle looking at the shoe. "I'm not sure... they'll probably do for round-the-house..." Round-the-house? To wear at home? What was this? "You see I bought this other pair too, open the box will you?" Hesitating and then realising she was waiting for me I picked up the box. Mom then took her other shoes off. Opening it I found a pair of shiny black pointed stilettos, this time with a four inch heel. I looked back at her. "Come on, do the Prince Charming bit." I took the first shoe out of the box to see my Mom had extended her leg and was holding it pointed straight, the toes inches from the rather obvious bulge in my boxers. Her toenails were painted a soft pink beneath the nylon. She flexed her toes. I bit my lip and proceeded to slide the shoe onto her foot. Once it was on she placed her foot on the ground and extended the other. This time it was even closer to my covered cock. I fumbled with the second shoe slightly but put it on all the same. "Mmm", she flexed and twisted her foot with the shoe in. Then she stood again and resumed walking up and down. I could swear she was wriggling her arse, just a touch. I was now sat on my hands, I couldn't have taken them out, lest they went for my cock. "These are more for a party outfit, I think," she continued, walking over to the pile of women's magazines in her room. "More dificult to bend over in..." My heart skipped a beat. Gingerly she lent forward and I had a magnificent view of her arse, the skirt went higher- she was wearing stockings! I gulped, as she paused for a second, then picked up a magazine. Then just as slowly, she put it back. She walked back around to me, I swear I was a beetroot colour. "No, I think the blue ones for today." She sat down again and removed the stilettos, looked up at me and said "Don't you have to wash the car today?" "I, erm... yes." I remembered I did have to do that today. "Good! Well I'll see you downstairs." I paused. Still not knowing really where I was or what was going on. Suddenly I snapped back into reality and quickly turned out of the room. I went almost straight to the bathroom and turned the shower on. I was wanking before I'd even got in the shower. What was that? What did she just do to me? What the bloody hell just happened? I washed the car in a daze, occasionally stealing glances up towards the living room window, there was my Mom dressed in the skirt and 3-inch Navy heels hoovering. I had to stop my self from staring. The hose and water were going everywhere. I got soaked. Once I'd finished I dropped the bucket and went around back to the kitchen door. On going inside Mom came through and looked me up and down. "You're all wet," was her extremely perceptive remark. "Well, you'd better put a fresh t-shirt on, come on I'll wash that one." I double-took. "Eh?" "Take off your t-shirt! I'll put in the washer." Pausing for a second I got my act together and pulled off my t-shirt. I threw it to her and she held it up. "You are a mucky pup, aren't you?" And with that, instead of crouching down to the washing machine, she bent over right in front of me. Once again her skirt rode up and I caught a glimpse of her stocking tops and suspender belt. I stood mouth open looking at her long legs. She straighted up and turned to me. "Well put the kettle on then." And with that my Mom squeezed past me and walked back down the hall, definitely wiggling her arse this time. After I changed, I decided to see if I could keep watching my mother. This would be make or break, I mean I don't usually sit about the house watching her clean. I took her the cup of tea in the living room and put the TV on. Despite having vacuumed the room Mom came back in this time with a feather duster. This wasn't unusual you sometimes found the odd cobweb on top of the curtains. Mom started to clean the curtains, standing on tip toes to reach the top. As I sipped my tea I saw her stretching. Her back arched slightly and her blouse came untucked from her skirt. She didn't bother to tuck it back, but she kept on stretching. I watched her for two or three minutes before she turned her attention to the other side of the room. She walked past me she playfully tickled the duster under my chin. I giggled. She leaned forward and tickled me again. This time I noticed her blouse once more. One of the top buttons had come undone, or she'd undone it. I saw her down her front. A silky silver bra cupped her two breasts, they were bulging out as she leaned forward. I turned my head away and this time she giggled and walked over to the other side of the room. My tea went cold as I left the room. This time I had all of Mom's pictures laid out on the bed in front of me. My strokes were long and powerful, my cock smeared in baby oil, I needed to feel like I was fucking her. Fucking that gorgeous, pouting cunt... I lost control and cum sprayed fast and loose over the duvet, over the photos. Jesus, I wanted her. This was bad, so, so very bad... I got out of the house on Sunday. I had too I was going insane. I rode over to the park, went to the pub. Anything to take my mind off my mother. It was, of course no good. I got home late, drunkenly pushing my bike indoors. Mercifully she'd gone to bed. I started to relax a bit more and went into the kitchen to make a sandwich. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed the pile of washing by the machine. On top of the pile was the pink bikini I'd seen in Mom's pictures! My heart began to pound. Coincidence? Unlikely... The way she was acting and dressing around me this was no accident. Reaching down I slowly picked up the bikini briefs. I put them to my face and inhaled. The smell of her. I reached for the fly of my jeans and took out my throbbing cock. I wrapped the briefs around my cock and began to wank. No- I had to be sure, before I did this. Throwing the briefs back on the washing, I leaned back against the kitchen worktop. Tomorrow I would come home and early check... My reasoning was this: If Mom was doing this for me, deliberately driving me crazy, then the change in her behaviour would be marked. Sure enough, when I got home early and waited upstairs, the answer came to me. Mom's car pulled into the driveway and out she got. So far so normal. Trainers, jeans and a fleece top. I shrugged she was definitely dressing normally here. The front door opened and she picked up the post. I stood in my room silent waiting for her next move. She dumped her bag in the kitchen and then proceeded upstairs. I heard her enter her room. Should I wait for her to come out or go take a peek? My curiosity got the better of me and I crept out of my room and along the landing to her room. The door was ajar! I took a deep breath and looked. There was my mother, one graceful leg streched out as she put on a stocking. She was topless. Her naked breasts, as beautiful as I'd ever known were open to me. My eyes went wide open as she playfully pinched a nipple and gasped. She put on her other stocking, attaching the suspender belt and stood up. She put on her skirt and this time selected a tight, low-cut crop top, no bra! She'd be coming out any second! The Seduction of Sam I scurried back to my bedroom. I thought I'd better let her know I was home, I didn't want to freak her by suddenly appearing. Putting on a cd, I lay on my bed and grabbed a magazine. It didn't take long. "Sam?" I hear her call. "In here!" My Mom walked into my room wearing her heels once more. I looked her up and down. "Wow," I said. "Are you going out?" "No. I didn't know you were home." "There was a fire drill, they let us out early..." "I see." Mom walked across to me, daintily crossing one foot in front of the other as she did. She smiled and sat on the side of the bed, crossing her legs and letting the skirt ride right up her thigh. "Are you OK? You seem a bit stressed at the moment..." "I um... well..." "Come and sit next to me." I slid over to Mom who put her arm around me. Her smell was intoxicating, wonderful. "Sam, I know you've been under a lot of pressure recently, what with your job and having to find somewhere to live," her other hand by now was on my leg, tracing a path around my thigh. What should I say? I couldn't take my eyes off her legs... "Yes, I have a bit..." "And I know, I've been acting a bit oddly too, I can't help it." By now her hand was stroking just below my cock, only the trouser material seperated us. "Well I-" "There's been a lot of tension... for us both..." Then I gasped. Her hand squeezed my cock through my trousers. She turned to look at me. "Do you want Mommy to make it all better? Because Mommy can." I was frozen, completely caught by her. "Do you, Sam?" I nodded. Mommy smiled. "Good boy," she said and with that opened up the fly on my trousers and my cock sprung out. She wrapped her fingers around the base and began to wank me, slowly and deliberately. "Just keep looking at my legs, or my big tits..." she kissed my cheek. "Mommy will make it all better for you, much better. Just listen to my voice and imagine those legs wrapped around you while you're inside Mommy, taking care of her..." I pressed my my face into the nape of Mommy's neck, kissed her, mewled, moaned. My head would keep looking at her, but her hand would always bring me back to her. Her fingers stroked my hair as her grip tightened on my dick. "You're going to have a nice big cum for Mommy, she will always make you cum hard..." I groaned. Mommy's hand began to jerk as I felt the seed rise within my balls. "Now when you cum for Mommy, remember she loves you very much..." This was too much, I began to jerk in Mommy's hand, my eyes shut and back arching. "Good boy, good boy..." I came like never before. The cum shot through the air and just kept coming. I rocked back and forth under Mommy's touch as I shouted "FUCK, FUCK....oh God... Mommy..." It ran down her fingers, covered her legs and skirt. I tried to concentrate, tried to keep with it, but the sheer force, her smell, her touch... I blacked out. When I awoke it was gone eight. Propping myself onto my elbows I saw it was already dark outside and I was alone. Slowly everything came back to me. I shook myself awake and went downstairs. Getting a glass of water I ventured back into the living room and found my Mom sat on the sofa, reading. She was dressed in a pink gown and was wearing the pink heels from the photographs. The gown slipped at her waist revealing a great deal of leg. I sipped my water. "You, OK?" she asked. "Yes. You?" "Yes... Come and sit down." I sat next to her and smiled. "Mom about what happened..." "I know, but you looked like you needed help." Glancing down at her body, I ventured "Do you ever need, um, help at all?" "I do..." Mom smiled and stood up. Turning to face me, she undid her gown and let it fall to the floor. My jaw almost hit the gound too, she was wearing the pink bikini from the photographs. She moved her high heeled legs further apart and smiled once more. I put down my glass and knelt on the floor and looked up at her. She hooked a finger into the tiny material of the briefs and exposed to me her clean-shaven pussy. I didn't waste time. Grabbing hold of both of her thighs I pushed my face right up against her already wet cunt and began to lap furiously. I needed this, needed to show her how good I could be. I kissed and nibbled and flicked as she moaned, my hands now massaging her arse. "Get... on the sofa," she managed, trying to catch her breath. I reluctantly pulled away from her sopping pussy and jumped back on to the sofa, pulling down my shorts and exposing my cock as I did so. Grinning at me, she carefully lifted her foot and massaged my hard cock and balls with the sole of her high heel, she then pressed harder. I squealed with delight. "Looks like some enjoys a little pain..." I nodded. "Maybe in future I should be a Dommy Mommy occasionally?" To answer her I bent down and kissed the shoe. "Good boy, now give me that cock of yours." Mom straddled me and slowly eased her cunt on to my prick. I moaned as it happened, loving the warmth and wetness it brought. My Mom then exposed her breasts, whipping off the bikini top. My mouth immediately went to work on her tits, sucking and kissing greedily. With that Mom began to bounce on my cock, urging me to "make Mommy cum!" I thrust back, bucking into her, wanting to be as deep inside her as I could, my mouth wrapped around her nipple. "Oh God, oh yes..." she moaned. She was pressing harder and faster on my cock and loving every minute. I felt enraptured. I had nothing but love for this woman. I began to bang against her desperate to shoot my cum deep inside. The familiar tingle in my balls told me this would not be long. "Cum for Mommy..." she urged me. "Cum for Mommy! CUM for me!" I shouted "Oh, Mom! Fuck, yes!" as I came. The electric, exhilerating feeling as I came shook my whole body. My Mom cried out loud as my warm spunk shot deep inside. Her fingers gripped at my hair and I shuddered. "Oh, baby..." she whispered. I looked up at her and grinned. I felt warm, secure and loved. At that point on, I knew I wasn't going anywhere... The Seduction of Sandy My daughter Melanie had been talking about a new friend from work a lot and called one afternoon and asked if she and her friend, Sandy, could come over for some drinks that afternoon. Mel knew my husband, her stepfather, was out of town and her stopping by was nothing new. I got home from work early, changed into some loose fitting short shorts and a flimsy halter-top, mixed up a pitcher of Cosmopolitans and went out to the patio and sat by the pool. The afternoon was warm and sunny and I was dozing when the girls came in. Mel's voice woke me up and I was stunned to see this beautiful, dark haired lovely standing in front of me, Sandy. Mel made the introductions and I invited them to take a seat and I passed out Cosmos. Mel began to tell me all about Sandy with a few objections from Sandy about how great of a worker she was. Behind my sunglasses I kept my eyes focused on Sandy. She was about 5-6, I guess a size 6 or so, appeared toned and had a lovely body and nice tanned legs. My daughter is a lovely herself, petite, 36C, blonde and cute as a button if I do say so myself. They were both 22 according to Mel. Oh and me, I am 43, 34B, size 4, and as bi as they come. And I love to seduce women. Behind my sunglasses I kept looking Sandy over and my mouth was watering. I also noticed Sandy looking me over. My top was flimsy enough and loose enough that what tits I have were pretty much there for the looking. Without being obvious, I turned enough in my chair where Sandy could get a pretty good view up my shorts, under which was nothing but my trimmed pussy, which was getting wetter by the second. The more Mel drinks the more of chatterbox she becomes. Sandy was very quiet so it was mostly Mel and I interchanging chitchat. We had started on our third drinks when Mel popped up out of her chair and declared, "I am hot and sweaty, I am going to take a dip in the pool." At that point she started to pull her knit top over her head, exposing her breasts that were crammed into a white lacy bra. Let me say at this time that I have never tried to hide my body or act prudish about nudity around her. My mother and sister were such prudes when I was growing up it was ridiculous. If you went out of the bathroom without a robe wrapped around you neck and covering down to your ankles, they had a fit. I grew up thinking that nudity and sex were only for behind locked closed doors and never, ever, no way, no how discussed. My first marriage wasn't much better. Most of the time he didn't even take his jockey shorts off to make love, or whatever the hell it was. And I could only pull my panties off for his entry. It was horrible. I knew something was wrong, but didn't know what to do. After four miserable years and one daughter, Mel, we divorced. Shortly after I met my current husband. On our first date I learned more about making love and sex than I knew existed. It was the first time I had ever reached a climax with a man and I lost count that night. It was during this dating that I discovered my bisexuality and we have never looked back. He knows of my desires and needs with women and encourages it. Ok, that said, Mel was raised where I ran around the house half naked most of the time. As she was growing up we talked openly about sex and by the time she left the house I felt she was well rounded, not prudish and ready to discover her own sexuality. From what she has told me, she is enjoying life a lot more than I did at 22. So seeing Mel naked was nothing new for me. Sandy sat there dumbfounded. Mel reached around and unclasped her bra and her beautiful breast came spilling out for both of us to see. I thought I heard Sandy gasp. Mel looked at us sitting there looking at her and said, "Come on you two, you've never seen tits before. Let's go skinny-dipping, it's a hot day and it's just the three of us. Don't be prudes." Sandy looked at me and I just grinned and said, "she's never going to let up until we do." With that I stood up and slipped out of my top. I looked down and Sandy was staring at me. She had not said a word. "Well," I said. She stammered for a second and then said almost in a whisper, "I don't know, I've never…" I put my hands on my hips in the typical mother fashion and said, "You mean you've never seen other women naked before." She blushed some more and lowered her head, "Only in high school during gym class." I walked over to her and patted her on the shoulder and spoke in my most motherly tone, "It's alright dear, it's just the three of us and you obviously have a beautiful body so relax and enjoy yourself." With that I dropped my shorts to the ground, took a step and dove into the pool where Mel was already swimming around like the half fish she is. When Mel noticed Sandy still sitting in the chair, she called out,"Sandy if you don't get in this damn pool now, I am going to get out, ripped your damn clothes off and throw your prude ass in here." Reluctantly, Sandy stood up and slipped her skirt off her lovely hips. I couldn't take my eyes off the dark area barely hidden by her sheer white panties and thinking what was there. She pulled her top over her head and I was amazed at how big her breasts were. To me Mel is huge (hey, when you got ittie bitties, you notice big tits) but Sandy's were a major D cup at least, and on such a petite girl I was amazed. Sandy made a step toward the pool to lower herself in when Mel sounded off, "No, no girl friend, no cheating get your fucking bra and panties off now." Like a little puppy, Sandy slowly, blushing all the way, obeyed and then dove in. She was so quick I only got a glimpse of her dark patch covering heaven, but it was enough. I knew right then I wanted this girl. The question was how. My mind starting reviewing scenarios. The three of us goofed around in the pool for a while splashing each other and giggling like a bunch of schoolgirls. After a while I pulled myself out of the pool and began drying myself. I could tell Mandy was watching me so I took special care and tried to be as sexy as I could drying my breasts and then opened wide to dry my pubic area. I made sure she got a good view. Mel threw herself up on a raft that was floating in the pool to work on her all over tan. Mandy was soon coming out and I had a towel waiting for her. She dried and began to wrap the towel around her and I stopped her, "Come on Mandy, enjoy the sun." She smiled and threw the towel to the side and lay back in her lounger. I poured fresh drinks for both of us and took my place. Behind my sunglasses, I kept looking at Mandy as she lay in the chair. God she was lovely and looked so vulnerable lying there with drops of water still resting on her dark skin. Not much was said as we just enjoyed the afternoon, but I couldn't keep my eyes off of her and felt a different kind of wetness welling up in me. Mel broke the spell when she called from the pool, "Mom what time is it? I told her it was getting close to seven. "Oh shit, I have a date at eight, I've to go fly!" And in a flash she was out of the pool, dried and slipping into her clothes. "I'm going straight home, I will take care of the hair when I get there," she laughed. Before Mandy could say a word almost Mel was heading out the door. Mandy looked at me with a little concern on her face. "Mandy honey, you can dry your hair or whatever you need to do if you like." "Thanks, I am supposed to go to my parents house tonight and don't really have time to go to my apartment." I held out a hand to help her out of the chair and get a closer look. Her touch sent tingles through my entire body. I directed her to my bathroom and went to get one more drink. By the time I got back Mandy was standing in the bath with her bra and panties back on drying her longish dark hair. I stood beside her and started running a brush through mine and I could tell she was looking at me. "Is something wrong honey, " I asked her when she turned the dryer off. She blushed since she knew then I had seen her staring at me through the mirror, "No..no…I've just never seen an older women nude before, especially one as beautiful as you are." It was my turn to blush and I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, "You're sweet, thanks." Much too soon, Mandy was dressed and ready to go. Still nude I walked her to the living room where she noticed a scrapbook I had opened on the coffee table. She flipped through it and was amazed at it. It is something new I had learned actually putting pictures into a power point presentation and then printing it. No big trick but it had a definite look about it that was appealing and different. "Gosh that is neat, can you teach me how to do that, I have a bunch of pictures I'd love to do that way," she asked. "Sure baby, just call me someday and come over and I will show you." At the door, I reach over and gave Mandy a big hug making a special effort to rub my exposed breast on her and gave her another kiss on the cheek, "It's been fun meeting you Mandy, please come back." And then she was gone. My thoughts were on Mandy as I finished getting my hair dry and putting on fresh makeup. The phone brought me back to earth. My husband wanted to meet me at the club for dinner. He'd been playing golf and was going to take a quick shower and would be ready. I told him I would be there shortly and put it into high gear. Although our country club can get very formal at times, during the summer the dinning room is very casual so I put on shorts and loose fitting, somewhat sheer top, slipped into some sandals and headed for the club. Paul was in the dinning room waiting on me and we talked about our day, I mentioned that Mel had brought her new friend Mandy by and the three of us had taken a quick dip. "Sounds like fun," he said. "I'd have loved to have been a little bird for that one." I smiled and said, "Dirty old man." He looked at me with a knowing smile and said, "Yeah just like my dirty old wife." For the next couple of days my thoughts seemed to be centered on Mandy. I don't know why but there was something about her look, her demeanor, and her shyness that was driving me crazy with desire. Over and over again I asked myself how I could seduce her. I would run through a scenario and soon throw it out. One day I was online chatting with a lady I had never meet in Los Angeles. During the chat it came out that she loved to dominate younger girls. She was about my age and shared with me how exciting it was to totally take control over a younger woman. I had never been into the B/D scene much but was intrigued as she shared some experiences with me. The next day Mandy called and asked if she could come by after work and see how the picture book was done. I told her sure and my mind went to work. It was now or never I had a feeling. The online conversation came to mind. Why not? I could play the hard dominant mother and see what happens. I dug through my two drawers full of sexy lingerie and came upon a black, lacy body stocking I hadn't worn in a couple of years. I dug through the closet and found my "slut puppy" heels I'd bought a couple of years ago and decided the outfit would be perfect for a "madam", or at least as I supposed a "madam" was supposed to dress. I took a shower and trimmed my pussy just enough that my pouting pussy lips were easy to see. I used a body wash that I loved. Fix my hair just right and got dressed. I mixed a pitcher of cosmos and set about getting the den straight. It got dark out as a thunderstorm was blowing in. We get a lot of the summer thunder boomers and I didn't think much of it. I flipped on the TV and found we were under a thunderstorm alert and that a whole string of storms was coming at us. Perfect I thought. A dark house, a Dom and an unsuspecting sub. Absolutely perfect. Mandy called and for a second panic set in. She was on her way but thinking about going straight home due to the weather. I quickly said, I would open the garage door and she could park in Paul's spot and come in without getting out in this mess. Told her my house was as good a place to ride out a storm as any. She sounded relieved and admitted she hated to be home alone during these types of storms. I grinned. The trap was set. "Just come on in when you get here dear, I will be in the den." Those experienced with B/D will probably get a kick out of my ignorance, but I looked around and tried to figure out how to make my den into my preconceived notion of what a dungeon should be. Hard to do, but I decided on a lounge chair we had and is like a recliner in laid out but with a straight back. That would be my throne. I thought of candles, but decided the dark room would be better. Turned a light on in the kitchen that would give a backdrop to someone coming in from that direction. I put the pitcher of drinks on a table next to the lounger, with two glasses, pour myself one and sat. Mandy would be here in minutes. My pulse quickened when I heard a car pull in the garage. I arranged myself in the chair to looking as alluring as possible. I was seconds away from playing the Dom for the first time in my life and really didn't have a clue what to do or what to say. Mandy came through the back door and called out my name. I replied and told her to come to the den. To do so she had to come through the kitchen. As she rounded the corner I could see she was having trouble adjusting to the darkness. I could see her perfectly but she hadn't noticed me sitting in the shadows. She wore a short skirt, white blouse and short heels. As she approached, struggling to get her vision, a voice I didn't know I had, demanded, "Stop right there! Take your clothes off now!" The command startled her (and me too for that matter) and she stopped dead in her tracks. She could see me in the chair now in my madam outfit, sitting seductively. She was frozen like a deer caught in the headlights of a car. "I said, take you clothes off bitch! Now!" once again the voice I didn't know I had barked. She started to speak and before she could say more than "but", the voice again said, "I didn't tell you to speak, bitch, I told you to take your clothes off. Now." My heart was racing. Either she would take her clothes off or bolt for the door. I didn't know. I could feel the anticipation building up inside of me as my pussy was getting wetter and wetter. I breathed again when her hands went to the buttons of her blouse and she nervously undid the buttons and dropped her blouse on the floor. Next she unzipped the short skirt, let it drop to her feet and stepped out of it, standing in front of me with a white lacy bra and sheer white panties. It was dark, but I could detect the dark mound under the panties. I looked for a second and realized she had stopped stripping. "I said, all of your clothes." I could see her blushing in the dim light as first her fingers went to the front release bra and it feel open showing her luscious tits, nipples standing straight out like erasers on the end of a pencil. She dropped the bra and then wiggled out of the panties. She was now standing less than 15 feet away from me naked in just her short heels. I could see she was shivering either from cold or fear or anticipation or all three. So was I, except my shivers were from anticipation. "Come sit on the end of the chair," I demanded. Without a response she walked over and followed my command. When she had settled at the chair in the spot I had made for her, I poured her a drink and handed it to her without a word. She guzzled about half of it and whispered, "thank you." I reached up and grabbed her beautiful face with both hands and pulled her to me and began kissing her hard on the lips. I could feel her body stiffen, but continued and forced my tongue into her mouth and began to give her a deep, deep French kiss, trying to drive my tongue to her tonsils. She began to respond and we kissed for a long time. I finally broke the kiss and leaned back in my "throne" "You beautiful and you're mine. Do you understand," I said in a soft, but stern motherly voice. She looked at me and nodded. "From now on I am your master. You will obey me just like I was your mother." She took another swallow of her drink and nodded. I took her glass from her hand and said, "Lay down on the floor at the foot of my throne." She obeyed without a word. I moved up to the end of the chair so I could stare down at her. She looked so lovely, so vulnerable and I knew I had her. My pussy was gushing with desire and my nipples were taut against the lacy material. "Spread your legs and masturbate for mama," I said softly but firmly. You could see the fear in her eyes, but slowly she spread her legs and moved her hand down to her pussy. She had no trouble getting her finger into her pussy that told me she was wet like I was. Slowly she started to use her fingers to bring herself pleasure. I watched without saying a word. Her nipples were getting harder and one hand went up to her breasts and she started pinching her nipples and kneading her breasts with her free hand. Her eyes were closed as she began to breath harder. I lowered the top of my body stocking so my breasts were exposed. "Open your eyes and look at me," I commanded. Her gaze went straight to my tits and the pink nipples that were like little hard pebbles sticking straight out and increased her pressure on her pussy. "You like looking at my breasts while you're playing with yourself, don't you little girl," I said and took a breast in hand and started kneading my own nipples. She nodded. "You want to suck my tits, don't you," I said seductively. Excitement was in her eyes as she moaned, "yes, yes I do." I covered my tits back up and said, "Maybe I will let you later. Now finish fingering yourself, it's time for me to watch you cum all over yourself." The speed of her fingers and her rapid breath told me she was close. She started writhing around on the floor the moans getting louder until finally her body tense, her back arched and a scream came out of her mouth, "Ohhhh….I am cumming, I am cumming…." And she continued to scream as her body began shuddering and she drove her fingers deep into her. Slowly the tides of orgasm passed from her. She lay there breathing heavy and opened her eyes to look at me. I moved over to the side of the chair and motioned her to join me. She climbed into the chair and I wrapped my arms around her, held her tight and stroked her hair with no words. Our breasts were touching and we lay in the chair for several moments with me stroking her hair and holding her just as I would a baby girl who needed mama's love. I moved so I could lower the top of my body stocking again and then put my arms around her again saying, "suck my tits baby, suck mama's tits." Slowly she began to suck on one nipple and put her hot hands on the other. My head went back against the chair and I gasped. My tits are super sensitive and most of the time I can't stand someone taking them without stimulating my pussy too, but this was different. My entire body tensed up but I pushed her head down further forcing her to take more and more of tits into her mouth. She was grinding her pussy on my thigh and I could feel her hot wetness seeping through the lace. She was moaning, and so was I. Her hand slipped down to try and touch my pussy and I slapped it, "I didn't say you could touch my pussy you naughty little girl." She moaned more and her licking and sucking of my tits became more urgent as if she thought if she pleased me more she could touch me. I was about to go out of my mind with desire and fought hard to control my reactions, but it was no use, I was going to cum with just breast stimulation if I didn't stopped her. Reluctantly, I pulled her head up and kissed her again, this time she was waiting and wanting my tongue as we entered another long, deep kiss. The Seduction of Sandy I laid her head on my breasts and began stroking her hair again. She lay quietly, still breathing hard. "You like sucking my tits, didn't you baby," I asked. And she nodded slowly. "You want to eat mama's pussy don't you baby?" And again the head nodded and her hand started moving down to my wetness. I slapped it again. "Not now you little bitch. Maybe later. Maybe!" I could feel her tensing up again. I knew I had her. I knew she was now my "little girl" and I would do whatever "mama" told her to do. The thrill of knowing this beautiful young girl was now mine for whatever pleased me was beyond description. I wanted her to bury that hot tongue deep into my dripping wet pussy. I wanted to taste her hot sweetness. I wanted it all. But I knew I had to be in command, had to bring her to the brink of humiliation to have the total control. I sat up abruptly, like something had happened. She moved quickly too and asked what was wrong with her eyes. The fear was back. Good. "You're a naughty little girl wanting to lick mama's pussy," I said with that voice I didn't know I had. "You need to be punished. Go get me a hair brush out of the bathroom." Without a word she got up and headed for the bathroom we had shared just days before. She came back with a wood brush I had laying there, about thee or four inches across and handed it to me without saying a word and then stood in front of me. With strength I didn't know I had, I reached up and grabbed her arm and pulled her across my lap with her luscious little ass staring at me. Before either of us knew it was coming the back of the brush slapped her hard on the butt and she jumped and screamed at the same time. "Naughty little girl, wanting to lick mama's pussy," I said sternly like only a mother can. "You should be ashamed of yourself." And the brush came down a couple of more times prompting more stifled screams. I spanked her again and again and I could feel her pussy juices flowing all over my leg. Her ass was red before I stopped. She lay there panting for breath and shaking. I could hear a soft cry. Her chest heaving as she fought back the tears. I pulled her head up by her hair and pulled her face around to look at me. "Get on your knees in front of me," I said through clinched teeth. She obeyed and sat back on her heels and I could see the last residue of the tears on her cheeks. She hadn't said a word. "You still want to lick mama's pussy don't you?" I asked. She lowered her head and then nodded slowly. "I can't hear you, you little slut! Answer me!" She looked deep into my eyes and whispered, "Yes, I do." "You're just a little slut aren't you?" Again the head dropped and a whispered "yes." "You wanted to lick my pussy and suck my tits the other day at the pool didn't you?" A look into my eyes and "yes" "You wanted to lick my daughter and suck her tits didn't you bitch?" "Yes." ": You're just a regular little pussy slut, aren't you?" No answer. I raised my hand as to slap her and screamed, "Answer me slut!" "Yes." "Yes what bitch"? "I am a pussy slut, I want you, I want your daughter, but I want you more" she said urgently. I smiled and lowered my hand. I stood up and ordered her to stay there. I walked into our bedroom and found myself trembling with desire as I pulled a large dildo out of a nightstand drawer. I put some lube on it and walked back into the den. She hadn't moved still sitting there like a little puppy dog waiting for its master. Her eyes grew large when she saw the large dildo in my hand. I mean this thing is one I can't even use it's so damn big. Probably 10 inches long and so thick I can't get my hand around it. "Well pussy slut, do you know what this is," I asked. She blushed and said," It looks like a man's thing" "Thing, what the hell is a thing? What does it look like? "A penis." "A penis you say? You call it a thing, a penis? What is it slut?" I raised my hand again as I stood towering over. "A cock, it looks like a cock," she screamed fearing another slap was coming. "Yes that's right, it's a cock you little pussy slut. You ever had a cock like this?" "No maam, it's big." "You ever had a cock before you little pussy slut." "Just a few times, just two guys." "You mean you're a pussy slut and only been fucked by a couple of guys." "Yes maam." "Well, hell, how many women have you had?" "None." "None? Then you are a natural born pussy slut, aren't you?" "Yes mamm" "Well you're going to be a pussy and cock slut from now on. You will do what I tell you to do, who I tell you to do it with and when I tell you or I am going to take that brush to your ass until you can't stand up. Do you understand me?" "Yes maam." " Good. Lay on your back and spread your legs." She did as commanded. I knelt down beside her and started the dildo toward he pussy which I could see was dripping her sweet juices. "It's so big," she whimpered. "Shut up, bitch." Her eyes got big as saucers as I started to rub the head on this massive fake cock slowly on her swollen pussy lips. She groaned in pleasure and I slipped the head slowly into her tight, wet pussy. Moving just the head slowly in and out she started to push toward me, wanting more. "You want more, you cock slut, don't you?" "Yes maam. Oh yes maam!" I jerked it completely out. She jumped and her eyes were fixed on me. "I may not give it to you then slut. You want it too much." "Oh please mama, I want it, I want it bad." "I want that big cock in me." "You want what slut?" "I want you put to that big cock in my pussy." "And do what, cunt?" "Oh please, please fuck me with that big cock. I'll do anything, anything, just fuck me I am so hot." I slipped the head of the dildo back into her wet gash and hissed,"You want this cunt?" "Oh yes, pleaseeeeeeeee!" I would have loved to seen the wicked grin on my face as I shoved the huge dildo into her hard. She let out a blood curdling scream and her legs flew up to my neck as her hands grabbed at the artificial cock now as deep as it could go into her young body. I slapped her hand away and starting taking it in and out as fast as I could almost bringing the head out and then slamming it back into her over and over. With each thrust she would scream and push harder against the invasion, taking it deeper and deeper. "Is this what you want you little cunt? Is this how you want to be fucked?" "Oh yesssss……please……….it's so biggggg……..oh yes fuck me mama, fuck me harder!" And I did as hard as I could and then I leaned over and took one of her luscious breast into my mouth and softly bit on the rock hard nipple which produced another scream. My tongue and hand were moving as fast as they could lick and sucking her nipples and cramming the huge cock into her burning pussy. I felt her body tense even more and a huge scream came out of her as her body began to have uncontrollable spasms as she began to cum in gushes her pelvis pushing up to take the dildo even deeper inside her. I continued to suck her tits and pound her pussy until she gasped and went limp totally spent. I pulled the dildo out of her and gazed at her face which was glowing with the after effects of desire and pleasure. I watched her for several minutes and then the Dom in me awoke again. I slapped her hard across the face, which brought her back to reality. "I didn't say you could cum bitch," I screamed as I slapped her again. "You don't cum until I tell you to!" Tears welled up in her eyes. "I'm sorry mama, it was just so good I couldn't help myself," she whimpered. I looked at her with a scowl for a minute, figuring what I wanted to do next. My pussy juices had drenched my outfit and the wet spot was continuing to grow. I needed to cum bad, but first she needed to be punished. "Get on your hands and knees like the bitch dog you are," I commanded and she readily obeyed with her tight ass staring me in the face. I spanked her hard four or five times and she let out a yelp with every slap of my hand across her bottom. "Mama is going to have punish you now," I hissed. I spread the cheek of her ass a little and could see her pussy dripping juices. I put the head of the fake cock in her pussy just to get it lubricated and then started pushing it not to gently into her little pink asshole. She screamed and I slapped her ass again and as she relaxed I shoved the dildo into her about half way and started to move it in and out. The screams stopped and she started to push back taking more in by her desires. I started to fuck her ass hard and reached around and let my magic fingers start playing with her swollen clit. Faster and faster on both and before I knew it she screamed and her body shuttered and she collapsed on the floor totally spent. She had actually passed out with pleasure. I pulled the dildo out of her gently and sat back against the chair. It was then I noticed my husband had come in and was standing less than 10 feet away. It was obvious front the protrusion in his pants that he had been standing there for a while. "Interesting," he grinned and came over to kiss me. "A new recruit?" I stood up and pulled the body suit off, leaned back in the chair and said, "Shut up and fuck me!" And did he. I was hot I was cumming before his beautiful cock was even in me good and kept cumming for what seem like an eternity until he couldn't handle it any longer and exploded his hot sweet juices into me. We lay there on the chair, Sandy at our feet and tried to catch our breath. He stood up and started to move away when Sandy started to move and looked up and saw the two of us. "This is your new daddy, baby," I said. "And you will mind him just like you do me or you will be punished." She nodded her agreement but was transfixed looking at his spent cock with his cum and my pussy juices glistening. "Daddy's a mess. Suck his cock and clean him up you little bitch," I ordered. Without delay Sandy got on her knees and began to lick and suck his cock clean. He took her hair and pushed her to take more and more of his cock. He looked at me and said, "she is wonderful, but you are a mess too honey. I think she needs to clean you up." I looked down and cum was gushing out of my pussy onto the leather of the chair. He pulled Sandy off his cock and said, "Clean mama up, NOW!" And without a word she turned around went directly to my pussy and started lapping up his cum like a dog lapping water out of a bowl. And she continued and proceeded to start eating my pussy like there was no tomorrow her tongue probing deep inside of me and flicking my clit. I soon found myself in the middle of passion again and pressed her head down and raised my heads around her. It wasn't long and he was hard again and moving in behind Sandy. She never missed a beat on my pussy but I could feel her groan as he slammed his 8 inch cock deep inside of her and started to fuck her doggy while she was eating me. The harder he fucked her the harder she sucked my clit. We were all three oblivious to anything else but our on carnal lust for each other. I started to cum and then I felt her starting to cum and then I heard my husband starting to cum. We all lay there spent, breathing heavy no one saying word. I stroked Sandy's hair as she lay in my lap. My husband got up and came over to kiss me. "What a wonderful homecoming present," he said. "Is she ours to keep?" Before I could answer, Sandy said, "Oh yes daddy, I am yours and mama's little girl now." I smiled and leaned back. The seduction of Sandy was complete.