9 comments/ 98195 views/ 29 favorites A Firm Hand By: A_Firm_Hand High school was done. It had been a great time, but once again we had moved and I found myself in a new town. My mother worked with a large firm and we frequently relocated to other locations every couple of years. I was like most teenagers I guess off in my own world. I knew my mother was a beautiful woman standing about five foot six, slender with a well endowed ass and not much up top. They say boys favor women built like their mother, perhaps that's true. Though I find most women attractive I do favor large butts and small breasts. My mother came home every evening after work and I thought nothing of it. She had dated some when I was younger, but nothing ever seemed to pan out. I remember asking her one time when I was in high school why she didn't date and she said that she had a few times, but never met anyone that met her needs. Again I didn't give it much thought. I had been with a few girls and they always seemed more than eager to "meet my needs" so I wasn't sure what needs she was talking about. It never crossed my mind that she was referring to her sexual needs. Not that I didn't find her insanely beautiful in a funky way. She always dressed demurely in skirts that went to about her knee and blouses always buttoned up. Of course I had spent my youth trying to get a peek of her goodies, though glimpses were few and far between. To be exact by the time I had turned eighteen I had seen her in her underwear twice and once, a vision I will never forget, I saw her breasts. It was the first set of tits I had ever seen and they looked perfect. To be precise they were perky 34B's, with two inch areolas and hardened nipples protruding a half inch. Actually it wasn't until later that day when I checked her underwear drawer that I knew they were 34B's. This summer I was working for a landscaper, at least that's what the firm claimed to be. In actuality the owner was pushing down eighty foot pine trees with his dozer and I would spend ten to twelve hours a day cutting them up with a chain saw and throwing the pieces into the back of a dump truck. My six foot two lanky frame seemed well suited to the work in the Florida sun and humidity. The salt stain on my belt and the all over tan from my waist up validated my commitment. The first few weeks after work I would get home, shower, change, eat and stay out at the Blue Goat Pub, drinking beer, listening to live music, playing fussbol and making new friends or hooking up with old ones. One Sunday morning getting up late I was eating breakfast just after noon when my mother got home from church. As she walked by in one of her long demure skirts I was admiring her ass sway and the French cut panties outlining her full derriere as I had so many times before and felt that familiar arousal. A little later my mother came out in a cotton sun dress that I didn't give much thought to until she went to stand in front of the glass patio doors. That got me going! Her protruding mound was clearly visible through the shear material. I was lost in my carnal thoughts when my mother suddenly turned around and I noticed that her lips were moving. "Son are you OK?" she asked. Shaking my head as if to clear the cob webs I said "What?" "I said the French Open is on this afternoon, would you like to watch it with me?" I had planned on swimming in the bayou with some friends, but changed my mind. "That sounds great Mom!" I noticed that she was somewhat surprised as I rarely spent time at home. As so often happened my cock was ruling my brain, and while my brain was saying what are you thinking, my body was saying, but she looks so hot! I was out running some chores and picked up some beer for the match. Getting home I was putting the beer up and asked my mom if she wanted one and surprisingly she said yes. She was more of a wine drinker, and rarely that. I grabbed the beers and plopped myself down on the sofa with her. She looked at my quizzically and said "your not going to sit in your "man" chair"? I replied "No, I feel like stretching out if you don't mind?" "Help yourself". As the match went on I slid further and further to a reclining position forcing her to the far end of the sofa until my insteps were cuddling her right ass cheek. I jiggled her ass with my feet and asked if she minded. "No make yourself comfortable", which I did. About a half hour later I sat up, grabbed her arm and told her to slide over that I wanted to give her a back rub, something I had never done before, but she readily agreed. The match was tied two to two and I knew that game would be over soon. As I massaged her shoulders and neck I heard her start to coo. Fifteen minutes into the cooing and I noticed that her nipples were standing proud under her bra, and that is when it started. I lifted her dress from her chest, bent over and noticeably peered underneath her dress "Are you getting aroused?" She jumped up in a flash. "Steven Anthony! I know your reputation, but I am not one of your friends I am your mother! How dare you get frisky with me?" I don't know what possessed me, but as she turned to walk away in a huff I swung my arm out to give her a parting swat on her lovely derriere. For better or worse, the combination of not knowing my own strength and the thin cotton dress, I landed a solid shot. The sound was deafening. And then everything seemed to slow down to a surreal world. My brain was screaming that I was screwed, while simultaneously noting that my mother whom I at first thought was standing motionless was actually quivering and I heard a distinct moan. Time seemed to be frozen at that moment for hours, though in truth it was only the better part of a minute. I tried to speak, but couldn't. The next thing that registered that my mother was walking, no shuffling away, with what appeared to be her thighs squeezed tightly together. I sat there for the better part of an hour waiting for a tongue lashing from my mother, whom had retreated to her room and closed her door. I thought it best to make myself scarce and went off to the bayou. I swam for a while. As supper time grew near I headed home to take my medicine, hoping that I still had a house to go home to. You could have knocked me over with a feather when I entered the house to hear mom singing to one of her favorite albums. "Hi dear, I'm glad you're home, dinner is ready." As I walked into to the kitchen she gave me a big hug and asked where I'd been". I told her that I had been swimming. She acted as if nothing had happened, and while I was puzzled I was also greatly relieved. After dinner she went to the family room to read and I went to my room to play some computer games. Earlier than usual my mom came into my room gave me a big hug and said that she was off to bed. The hug was a little odd; going to bed an hour early was very odd. The next morning I was awoken to my mom singing and in an unusually good mood. She placed a cup of coffee in front of me as I was wiping the sleep out of my eyes and said that she was off to work. At that instant two things registered, the first was that top two buttons of my mom's blouse were not buttoned as she leaned down to give me a hug and the second more tantalizing fact was that the was a noticeable sway to her hips as she walked away and called out "think about me." And think about her I did. "God damnit Steve, where is your fucking mind? You almost cut your leg off." I heard my boss screaming. "The fuck if I know" I hollered back. But I did know. It was engulfed with thoughts of that ass that I had been ogling ever since I could remember and the solid blow that had seemed to miraculously bring it to life. What to do? What to do? Of the few women that I had been with there was one that stood out head and shoulder above the others, Jill. Jill had introduced me to spanking and it had become my bane. I had spanked a few others, but it wasn't the same. When I spanked Jill she became an insatiable fire hydrant. Once you started that engine there were no limits. I suppose it was logical. It wasn't that I didn't like titties, I did and I knew there purpose. There was just something about an ass! To watch it jiggle! I found butts mesmerizing! I also knew that the best way to start an engine was to start at the top and work down. The lips! I had learned that kissing was the key to the highway. However my mom was not just any woman, and I was still perplexed if I was imagining it or had that hard slap on her derriere ignited her carnal desires. I went over and over it in my mind until quitting time. I decided to play it by ear. I loved my mom and I wasn't going to ruin that. I also wasn't going to walk away from the hottest ass I had fantasized about all my life. I couldn't stop thinking about what one smack had done. What would happen if I put her over my knee and went to town? I entered the house from the mud room as I always did after work, covered in dirt and sweat. My mother was singing to what sounded like some raunchy blues. "Get a shower before you come in here you dirty boy" she called out in a playful manner. So far, so good. My cock was at full attention as I climbed into the shower. At first I thought I would take care of business, but decided not to hoping that I might be in for the luckiest day of my life. As I dressed in my Levi 501's and a T shirt I was listening to the music and it was some raunchy 50's blues that I had never heard my mother play before. Walking into the kitchen I almost fainted. My mother had her back to me and she was wearing a pleated skirt that showed more leg than I had ever seen when she was dressed. It wasn't slutty by anyone else's standards, but hers. Then she turned and her white blouse had the top three buttons undone, and I swear what looked to be a push up bra. Apparently my mother had cleavage, though I had never seen it before. She turned, ran into my arms and gave me a big hug, seemingly pressing her chest into mine. "I hope you're hungry, I made flank steak, your favorite. I stood there with dumbfounded look on my face. She turned as if nothing was wrong, swaying to the music as she set the table. We ate dinner and talked as if everything was absolutely normal, though she kept having this coquettish school girl smile crossing her lips. After we ate we cleaned the kitchen and then she asked me if I would come to the family room with her. Hell, wild horses couldn't drag me from her at that point. I had had a perpetual hard on since coming home, which she had been all but gawking at since I first entered the kitchen. "Steve I haven't danced in ages, will you dance with me one time?" Usually fairly sophisticated with women my own age I was a fish out of water. I mumble incoherently for a second then managed "I've never danced to this kind of music before." "Oh it's easy darling, you just move your hips to the music", she said as she went to the turntable and bent over. WOW! I had seen a wet spot before, but never like this. At first I thought there were two shades of white to her panties. As she was bent over she looked over her shoulder, again with that coquettish smile and asked in her little girl voice "is everything OK?" I nodded dumbly, and she batted her eyes. OH MY GOD! I was tempted to jerk those panties down and fuck her for all I was worth, but I wanted to let this play out. She obviously had a plan, and who was Stevie to fuck with mom's plan. She stood up and stood about two feet from me as if she was ready to dance when the music started. When the music started, a slow grinding blues that started "When I take my little girl in my arms..." A little pout formed on her lips. "Do you mind dancing a slow song with your mommy?" she cooed as she demurely looked down at my raging hard on. Mind? I thought I was going to cum right then and there. She dimmed the lights and came to me, wrapping her arms around me and started swaying. At that moment I was the nerd afraid to put his hands on the hot girl. "I won't bite darling" she whimpered as she snuggled up against me. I held her tighter and was lost in the moment. As the music played I felt her perky titties pressed into my chest, feeling her nipples hard against my abdomen as her mound ground into my thighs. She drew my hands from her back down to her ass cheeks and shoved them roughly against her buttocks and cooed. I started to apply more pressure to her bum. I was delirious as she started to rub her coochy up and down my thigh. Loosing all inhibitions my fingers dug into her ass cheeks and pushed her against me for all that I was worth and she started to tremble and then began shaking uncontrollably as she dug her finger nails into my ass pulling me tight. It was the most erotic thing I had ever felt. I stood there holding her as the music stopped and she fell into my arms. She looked up into my eyes and in her little girl voice asked "Daddy have I been a naughty girl?" It only took me a moment. I clasped her face in my hands and kissed her like I had never kissed a woman before. "You have been very naughty girl." Taking her hand I led her to the sofa and roughly pulled her over my knee. I sat perfectly still for minutes taking in the moment listening intently to her erratic breathing. As slowly as I could I lifted the hem of her skirt up her thighs, watching her thighs twitch with the sensation taking in the beautiful curve of her ass. Hooking my fingers in the sides of her panties I slowly slid them over that derriere that I had coveted for so many years. In the dim light I saw her juices glimmering against her bush and her musky smell was overpowering. I started out with light swats. Alternating between cheeks and rhythms, then a few to this globe and then a few to the next. Then with no discernable pattern other than the intensity increased over time. Her orgasms started shortly after I started. Twenty minutes into it she was squirming to get away, yelling "I'll be a good girl Daddy, I'll do anything you want." I held her fast and continued pummeling her beautiful globes until my lap was wet with her juices. With one arm I lifted her to her knees on the sofa, I could wait no longer. I dropped my pants and plunged into her. She screamed in both pain and ecstasy. I had thought that haven given birth that she would be loose, but such was not the case. I felt her tearing during the plunge, but was past caring. I fucked her with abandon. I noticed from the friction that another fluid was mixed with her juices that offered more friction intermittently, but it only enflamed my passions all the more. My fingers dug into her ass, using it as handles to impale that wanton pussy onto my shaft. I drove into that pussy with all my might as I started to spurt. My knees were shaking and her pussy felt delightful quivering along my shaft. I fell to the sofa sucking in air. Looking into her eyes I had never seen such love. With the demurest of looks she took my cock to her lips and asked "may I?" When she had finished cleaning my cock of our juices I took her hand and led her to the master bedroom. A Firm Hand We walked through the forest at a brisk pace. Although I was providing the directions as we walked, she was walking in front of me. Hmm. She preferred magic and stealth to raw strength and force, but her abilities were undeniable. If we were to be attacked by bandits or beasts, she could certainly hold her own. Still, she wasn't geared to launch headfirst into battle. No -- if danger approached, she would quickly fall back behind me. Still -- she made so little sound as she led the way that it was unlikely any would notice her before she noticed them. And so, despite potential threats awaiting us, she led. And that served my purposes fine for now. Indeed, as she led the way my eyes were free to take in her beauty. How could I complain? Ashren. An odd name, but she was elven... Pale skin, a light frame, gentle features, and barely pointed ears normally hidden by her hair.. Her hair, purest black, was rather long -- stretching a few inches past her shoulders. Normally when this far from town she'd have her hair wrapped in a tight braid to keep it from dancing freely if the need to fight or flee came. Still, she wore it loose. I hoped that was a favorable sign for her interests with me, but her silence made it hard to know. Her eyes, clear as a blue sky with the lightest of mists, were sharp and piercing (an interesting match to her dark hair). Still, all of this fit her. Her breasts were moderate, but still quick to inspire temptation and fantasy. They fit her form well. And as she walked in front of me, I was pleased with the view of her ass. It wasn't overwhelming, but it certainly demanded attention -- even hidden by her tight, dark robes. Hmm. I was a man. A mortal, in other words, and thus less than her ever-living heart. Still, she seemed intrigued by that mortality -- and so she had agreed to a long walk to a more private place. That, and the promise of potent spirits entrapped her, one might say. Night was quickly falling by the time we arrived at our destination. It was a small field, enclosed by foliage. A short distance away one could make out a slight, rugged cliff face. We spoke little, but drank deeply. Or, rather -- she drank deeply, and I kept the appearance of doing so as well. No -- sobriety was crucial if my hopes were to be realized. And, just as crucially, her sobriety needed to be cast aside. Thankfully, she drank happily as we watched the day fade. As the last rays of sunlight departed the sky turned from a warm crimson to a somber purple. Still we drank...although she did most of the work in that endeavor. At last, the sky transitioned into a dark blue, and lastly a final curtain of black. Stars and a thin crescent of moon soon became our only source of illumination, but our eyes adjusted enough to serve us. Finally, I heard the noise I awaited. The cloud of alcohol seemed to have dampened her awareness, as she didn't seem to notice. I whispered for her to follow me, and took her hand gently. Blush filled her cheeks, but she agreed quickly enough. We approached the cliff. Or, at least, as nearly as we could. When we came near to being within sight of the cliff, I stopped her. Here I mimed for her to crawl with me, and we proceeded into thicker bushes and debris. As the cliff came into sight, you could see more light. A small fire burned, and large, bulky figures moved near it. Trolls -- and eating outside now that the sunlight no longer threatened them. Seeing the brutish trolls led Ashren to freeze. Her eyes, normally misty blue and clear were far more clouded and slow to move. Still, they moved at a sluggish pace from the creatures before us to me, and reflected fear. The two of us alone couldn't hope to overtake more than two of these things -- and before us were four. But...this had been my plan. I grabbed the edges of her robe and pulled, fiercely. The fabric tore more easily than I had expected, and to my great pleasure I found nothing more beneath it. Her pale skin was barely touched by the moonlight as we crouched in the bushes, but still it seemed to glow slightly. One hand roughly grabbed the tender flesh of her breast, and the other push her flat against the ground. Her eyes were uncertain at first, and as they widened I began to explore her body with a desperate need that had long been denied by this beauty. My lips found her ear, and I barely spoke. "Make a sound, and we'll both be killed..." At that, her eyes grew more clouded and distant, but she didn't move. My lips then fell to one of her small, delicate nipples and I began to suck it hungrily. One hand reached between her legs, and began the happy work of teasing her clit and fingering her slowly. Whether in fear of longing, her body betrayed her desires as her nipples hardened and her wetness quickly grew. She didn't resist, either surrendering to her own desires or accepting that an attempt to escape might cost her her life. Indeed... She made quiet sounds of pleasure. Soft, barely audible moans of appreciation. Almost immediately my hand covered her lips, hoping to hold in the sounds that she seemed unable to suppress. Her own hands joined the work of caressing her body as I, with raw hunger and lust, pushed inside her. Her hands squeezed her breasts even more roughly than I had dared, and her sounds of pleasure grew in their intensity as the pace of her breath quickened. Oh, the pleasures of her body... A body that would last the ages, and it was submitting to me. Before long I had her bent over, receiving my cock from behind. And as I quickened my pace and pushed harder and harder against her cute ass, she began to push back in time with my thrusts. She now leaned on one hand, and covered her own mouth with the other. The sounds of each thrust into her warm, waiting pussy and the rustling of leafs were all that spoke of our presence in the night as she fought desperately to contain the moans of her body's unconscious appreciation. The risk of being discovered magnified the pleasure more than I expected. Well, that or perhaps the pleasures of an elven body are just more overwhelming than a mortal woman could hope to provide. In any case, I made no effort not to reach my climax inside of her. Indeed, I pushed as deeply as I could one last time before erupting inside of her. On hand circled her hip and held her close in that last, final thrust as I drained shot after shot of cum inside her. Her body quaked and her pussy tightened, apparently finding her own orgasm in this final moment. I pulled out slowly (not wanting to leave the heat and pleasure she offered). She made no sound, but stayed in the position I left her in momentarily -- apparently lost to the moment. As she started to stand on uncertain feet I noticed the trickle of my semen escaping her, trailing aimlessly down her long legs. She grabbed the torn remains of her robe, and we walked together back to the safety of our earlier small field. Here we drank more, quietly. With the last dregs of wine drained, we abandoned the bottles and began to head back to town. And, as we left that field, she finally spoke. "I can appreciate a night of carnal pleasure, but next time mayhap you could reveal your intentions earlier in the future?" Her hand found mind in the darkness, as we walked. "I have a friend I'd like you to meet, Taryn." I squeezed her hand softly in return. "Call me 'Master.'" She paused, and turned to me. "As you wish, Master..."