23 comments/ 100730 views/ 29 favorites Cut from the Same Cloth By: Taboorotica This is my first story and it is a slow builder. I have left it open to continue and if the feedback is positive from you readers I will be happy to find more fun for Jeanette and Matt to enjoy. Thanks for reading and any feedback welcome. Jeanette was a beautiful woman. Not in the conventional sense of beauty but in the sense that somehow, something about her turned heads in most of the places she went. She was 48 years old with wild red hair that framed cat like green eyes that would hypnotise at fifty paces. Her full lips always had lipstick that matched her flame hair and accentuated her full lips. That hair hung between her shoulder blades and men ached to touch her and at the same time couldn't bear to look at her for fear of being rejected by that feline gaze. Her breasts were not the 48DD that so many clumsy stories boast of but they were full and proud with perfect nipples that were prominent when she was excited and stood out like small thimbles framed by sensuous pink areolae that puckered with little bumps. She had a slim waist but a typically English pear shape with flared hips. Her arse was full and curved and her pussy was neatly shaved with firm thighs that were smooth and pale. Her calves were taught in 4 inch heels which were an everyday item of footwear for her. The only thing that clouded Jeanette's features was her painful insecurity. She had been single for four years after Mike, her son Matt's dad, had left them. It wasn't an angry break up. It was sad. She wanted something that he didn't feel he could give her and she carried the shame inside her wherever she went. The need that burned in her belly she thought would never be satisfied and there would be no man, she supposed, that could be with her and accept her. Today was a beautifully hot June day and Jeanette was walking down the high street to meet Matt for their usual Wednesday lunchtime get together. Matt still lived at home but worked many hours to try and supplement her small clerical assistant's wage. He was nineteen years old and had left college against her wishes to look after both their financial needs – or to at least help look after them. Jeanette was so proud of her son. He had become quite the man. None of those fantasy six packs and heaving chest, just a regular young man who had an older head on his shoulders. They were close, Jeanette and Matt. Many nights she had had to calm him down as he first held her as she cried over her loneliness and then became angry at his father for hurting her in this way. His anger was made worse by the feelings he had when she was in his arms. It felt so natural to hold her and yet he berated himself for a twisted mind. He shouldn't be aroused when he held his mother in her misery but he couldn't help himself. She was the picture of beauty and sexuality to him. He had lost count of the times he had knelt at the toilet bowl, imagining his mother's curved full panty clad arse tilted up at him beckoning him to push his rigid cock into her aching hole. Even in masturbation he was considerate. As his cum spurted to these lurid images, he would still angle his aching shaft down into the bowl so as not to create too much mess. Through her own sexual frustration, Jeanette could sense the equal frustration in her son and this only added to the guilt that somehow she was responsible. Most of the time she could bear it but it usually hit her in the lonely night hours where she would often fall asleep on soaked pillows from her sorrow. But today was a sunny day and life seemed good. She was wearing her favourite white, floral sundress with red flowers. It clung to her not immodest breasts and flared out at the skirt ending halfway down her shapely thighs. She walked with a spring in her step and carried Matt's lunch – something that had become a tradition on Wednesdays. She beamed as she saw her only boy walking toward her and they hugged with gentle love for one another. They were headed to the park as the sky clouded over. Matt looked up and moaned, 'I hope this doesn't spoil our lunch mum'. Jeanette, just smiled, 'We can always find somewhere to eat if it rains baby, don't worry'. The first spots of rain weren't something to be concerned about but, as is the way in England, within seconds, heavy drops of water were hurling out of the sky and soaking everything – including Jeanette and Matt in seconds. Matt, ever the gentleman pulled his suit jacket off and wrapped it over his mum's shoulders as they rushed for cover under the shop awnings but it was to little effect. Jeanette and her pretty sundress were soaked through completely. 'Oh god' she complained. 'I'm drenched! Look Matty there's a clothes shop. Im going to have to get another dress. I cant walk around in these clothes for the rest of the day'. They braved the deluge and ran into a high street clothes store close by laughing at the situation. As they entered the shop, Matt couldn't peel his eyes from his mother's rocking hips as she walked. The fact that her dress was plastered to that body that seemed designed for sex only made matters worse. Matt's sizeable cock was straining at his wet trousers before they got to the first rack of clothes and he prayed his mother wouldn't notice his aroused state as they began to browse for some dry clothes for her. It wasn't long before they found a similar dress that Jeanette could try on. They walked toward the changing rooms and before they entered a blousey assistant with ungainly heavy tits stopped them. 'I sincerely hope you're not intending to go in there young man. This is a women's clothes shop. I don't want our customers leered at by a dirty young man looking for his kicks!' Matt was embarrassed by her haughty attitude and flushed crimson. He saw Jeanette about to explode at the assistant and held her hand tightly. 'It's ok, I'll wait outside here.' He placated. Jeanette smiled and entered the changing area where the booths were lined up for the customers. The assistant wandered off and a minute later, Matt heard Jeanette calling for help. He called into the changing are, 'She's gone mum. What's up?' 'Oh Matty, this is too big, I need the next size down could you get it for me please?' 'Of course mum' and he strolled back to the area where the dress was. He got the next size and took it to the dressing rooms. The stroppy woman was still not there so he had no choice. He looked round and then wandered in and began whispering 'Mum?' trying to find where Jeanette was. He was startled when he heard the assistant coming back talking to a colleague. He didn't know where to hide himself or how to explain clearly breaking the rules she had so expressly laid down earlier. Just as she was about to catch him in a women's changing room with a dress in his hand he was grabbed by a hand behind a curtain of a booth and dragged quickly inside it. It was cramped inside it and Matt found himself standing behind his mother who was wearing only a red bra with her beautiful tit flesh straining at the material, almost held in merely by the pressure of her nipples. His eyes wandered down his mother's body, her smooth back leading to the flare of her hips with that voluptuous arse jutting back and up as they struggled for space. Her curved arse cheeks were encased in the same red as her bra. Full high cut panties that were as soaked from the rain as her dress had been and the material, soaked, had sunk into the crack of her edible arse and almost taunted Matt. Jeanette shivered at her son's proximity in this close space. The assistant wandered through the changing area and they stood with held breath. And then the shocking and inevitable happened. Matt's cock, acting of its own volition hardened in his trousers. He was mortified. How would he hide it.? How could he get out of this without losing his mother in the process. She would think him the most vile person on earth. Getting a hard cock looking at his mother. He was almost trembling trying to think of football scores, ugly politicians – anything to make his angry erection subside. But, as is the way with these things it simply made the back view of his mother's beautiful body more alluring. His cock, through his trousers, brushed the crack of Jeanette's arse through the material of her rain soaked panties. Horrified he saw his mother freeze for what seemed like an eternity and then relax and as she turned her head and smile at her son. Whispering, 'Mum, I'm so sorry. God, please don't be mad with me..its...hot...erm...close...erm...' He tried to find words to extricate himself from this compromising position. Jeanette put her finger to her mouth and shushed him. Then whispered back, 'Sshh. It's ok Matty my darling. It's only natural. I'm kind of flattered. Do you think I'm sick for saying that? Now it's my turn to be sorry'. She flushed and looked down at the ground. Matt had never seen his mother look more beautiful than she did right now. If she could read his mind she probably would have screamed at him and stormed out regardless of the stroppy shop assistant. His thoughts were interrupted as he heard the miserable bitch come back through the changing rooms. He tensed and instinctively grabbed his mother's hips the result being that his engorged cock jammed against her alluring arse crack. Jeanette choked back a kind of sob sound and Matt was furious with himself for being such a klutz. He was shocked when he looked up, still holding his mother's hips and saw her biting her own hand. He was appalled that he had caused this and didn't care about the consequences with the shop assistant who he felt had caused all of this and possibly ruined his relationship with his mother. Matt stormed out of the changing booth. 'What the hell do you think you are doing in here?! I thought I told you...' Her words were cut off when she saw Matt's fury and the fact that she seemed the target for it. He towered over her trying to find the words to express himself but thought better of it and walked away. He waited outside while Jeanette paid for the dress and joined him. The rain had stopped and they walked in silence for a few minutes each lost in their own thoughts before Jeanette spoke with a trembling voice. 'Matt, let's sit over here, I need to talk to you'. Matt tried to speak but she cut him off. 'I know you saw me biting my hand before you walked out of that booth and I think you believe it was because I was upset with your behaviour and the feel of you hard behind me. Am I right?' Matt stared into her green eyes and then had to look at the floor and simply nodded. 'Nothing could be further from the truth Matty, my beautiful baby boy. I need to tell you some things so that you might not be as angry at your dad and maybe understand why he left me. You may think less of me but I think you and I love each other enough for us to share anything regardless.' Another silent nod from Matt. Jeanette took a very deliberate deep breath before she went on. 'The thing is Matt, your dad left because once I get started I can't stop. It's like a curse. I become almost a different person and he became tired of the demands it put on him. The trouble is Matt, I bit my hand because as soon as I felt your co.. hardness against me in the changing rooms, the old feeling started rearing up again. I've kept it in check because it's dirty. Your dad showed me that I was wrong for having those strong needs and that sex should be more about making love than anything else. I wanted more Matt. A lot more. He couldn't live with that. It's my fault. Im the dirty, sullied one. It's why I wont date. I don't want you exposed to that now you're an adult. Matt I'm so sorry if I hurt you in there. Or out here. So sorry' Her words trailed off and now Jeanette looked at the floor. Matt touched her shoulder tenderly and spoke, 'Mum don't cry. I have to go back to work now. Trust me mum, all I do is love you more every day. Go home and I'll see you there tonight and this time we'll talk together, not just one of us. Let's see where that goes shall we? I love you mum – whoever you are.' Her perfect son stood slowly and kissed the top of her head. And walked quietly back to work. Jeanette arrived home before Matt and could only pace nervously and drink a glass of red wine. She couldn't settle to anything and nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard her son's key in the door. 'Matty, do you want dinner now? I can have it ready fairly quickly if you like' 'No mum, I'm not that hungry to be honest. I haven't stopped thinking about our conversation and I think we need to have the follow up before I can focus on anything properly. Can we talk and sort this out so that we can both be happy – or whatever?' Jeanette marvelled at the maturity and bravery of her son. She would have tried to avoid the conversation if he had allowed it. She feared that this may be the last real conversation she had before she disgusted her son and he left her as well. But it was only the first conversation of many as fate would have it. Jeanette walked into the living room and Matt motioned her to sit on the couch. He pulled up a foot stool and sat opposite her looking directly at her. Both looked nervous but Matt knew he had to begin or this would never end. 'Mum...what you said at lunchtime...were you talking about your sexual relationship with dad? That he left you because you wanted more than he could give? Does that mean you'e highly sexed? It...ok...I know it's a little embarrassing but I've..err...you know...been with other girls. Please...trust and be honest. If you are with me then I will be with you. Totally. Completely. And let the chips fall where they may. How does that sound?' 'I'm not sure I can Matty. I'm so scared of losing you like I lost your dad.' Tears welled up in her beautiful green eyes and Matt took one of her hands and said, 'Listen mum, we need to get through this. Together. Otherwise you'll never feel right again. And I can't have that. I love you too much mum.' 'Oh Matty, I love you too but I'm scared' His mother had never looked so absolutely beautiful. 'Just trust me mum. Simple answers first. That will make it easier. Are you highly sexed?' 'Yes' 'And is it your sex drive that made dad leave you?' 'Yes..no...well...sort of...I suppose it's the nature of my sex drive that pushed him away' 'See' said Matt. ''We're getting somewhere now. Is your sex drive something kinky...like leather or bondage or something like that?' 'No...worse than that...Well...that's what he said anyway.' 'Toys?' 'No' 'Look mum, it's going to be easier if we work together rather than this veil of mystery. You obviously think this is a filthy secret so if I tell you my darkest thoughts and risk ruining everything, will you do the same?' Jeanette nodded her assent and Matt knew that now was the time to take the plunge. 'I love you mum. I always have...' 'I love you too Matty...' but he cut her off. 'No mum. I love you. Like a son shouldn't love his mother. I know every inch of you. I've watched you hoovering, cooking, ironing, washing up and...her goes nothing...watched you dressing and bathing...like a pervert, through cracks in the door...addicted to the sight of you. I've had the worst thoughts imaginable. Thoughts that would make you slap my face, scream, throw me out in the streets with all the other losers. And now, I suppose that's what is going to happen but at least you know that someone loves you for who you are. Whatever you are' Jeanette was biting her hand again and Matt had to almost forcefully restrain her from hurting herself. 'Mum, why do you keep doing that? Stop it. Talk to me!' Her resistance was gone. He had risked all and she loved him for it. So now it was her turn to tell the truth. She breathed deeply – unaware of her son gazing at the rise and fall of those lush orbs. 'I like to talk...' 'So do I mum, I'm so glad we're...' 'Wait.' She cut him off. 'I like to talk about sex Matt. Before, during, after. If something triggers me, I can't stop. I like to speak like some cheap whore from the gutter. I get overwhelmed and can't stop it. And then that drives me on to do equally filthy things with whoever I'm with. It's a vicious circle Matt and your dad showed me how wrong it was. And now I have to be alone because no one would want a freak like me!' She broke at this point and began to sob. Matt took his mother in his arms and rocked her. Cradled her to him and fought back his own tears. She heard his whisper but not the words he said. 'What was that baby?' she managed to say between sobbing breaths. Matt held her face up and looked directly into her eyes. 'Cut from the same cloth' he said and held her to him again. They sat like that for fifteen minutes in quiet, loving and supporting silence until Jeanette felt her son take a deep breath. 'Mum, go and wash your face. Put your make up back on. Like you were at lunchtime.' 'But why Matty? I feel so ashamed' 'Why? Because it stops right now. No more shame. I'm sick of you being ashamed of nothing. It ends now. Now do as I say. Go and wash your face and put your make up back on.' Jeanette had never heard her son speak so firmly and she felt her clit buzz for an instance – almost in recognition. Wordlessly she got up and followed his instructions. She returned to the lounge and resumed her original place on the sofa. 'No more biting your hand now mum' Matt said as she sat. 'We're going to try something and I don't want you to argue is that understood?' Jeanette mutely nodded and looked at her beautiful, masculine son. She was so proud. 'All we are going to do is talk ok. No holds barred.' Another nod of assent. 'Mum, when I was in the changing room with you, were you excited?' 'Yes' 'That's not enough to make you lose it is it? Do I need to be more explicit?' 'Yes' Matt could see his mother trembling and could make out the faint mark in her dress where her nipples were beginning to react. He wanted to do this. Needed to. To show her they were of the same mind. 'Ok...mum...when you felt my cock against you in that changing room, did it turn you on? A small moan escaped her lips and then a hoarse, 'Yes'. Matt knew it was working. He wanted her so badly. 'Mum, when you felt my hard cock against your slutty little arse, did it make your pussy twitch?' 'Oh fuck yes. Oh Matty, are you sure you want to do this?' 'Yes mum. Now tell me, how did it feel knowing your son was behind you with an aching cock because of looking at his half naked slut mother?' The key had turned in the lock and the door was open. Jeanette couldn't hold back if she wanted. 'You want to know you little bastard? It felt as horny as fuck! I knew you wanted me. I knew you wanted your whore mum to turn round and take your fuck stick out and let you treat her like the dirty little cunt she is. I wanted you to spit on me, choke me, slap me, tear my clothes, bite me. I wanted you to fuck the shit out of me and abuse me until I couldn't stand. Fill all of my filthy holes with your incestuous cum. Love me forever but let me be your fuck toy, your cum dump. Anything you want Matty you motherfucker, anything' Her eyes were wide as she spoke and her breath was ragged. She waited with baited breath trying to read Matt's face. There was something in his eyes she recognised – it was herself. Before she could react Matt had grabbed her hard by the hair and yanked her from the sofa and forced her to her knees. H etilted her head back as she gasped with lust and then she heard the words, 'You're mine now you little whore. I fucking love you and I know what you need. There's going to be no let up. You are MINE. My little cunt to do with as I wish. To satisfy your little pussy and make it sore. To own my mum and satisfy her. No more guilt for MY little slut.' Cut from the Same Cloth Ch. 02 I would just like to say a very big thank you to all the people who took the time to read the first instalment of Jeanette and Matt's story. It is that positive feedback that has spurred me on to write this next part. I only hope I can go some way to satisfying your needs from the first chapter. I fully intend to maintain the slow pace and not simply rush into the gratuitous parts -- although it is very tempting. Please continue to leave feedback. Just a final word about the negative feedback, minor though it is. I think it is very easy to find fault with something that somebody else does and it's probably one of the reasons this world is in the state it is. Surely the important thing is not whether I, or anybody else, use a single apostrophe or full speech marks for conversation. The fact that you knew it was conversation surely proves that the chosen punctuation works. Do we really need a debate about the construction of the English language when we're talking/reading/writing about some of the most taboo subjects? Doesn't that negate what we're all here for? It's about enjoyment surely. And if you're not enjoying my writing, please feel free not to read it. Rant over. Now for the reason you clicked on this story. Again, feedback is still appreciated -- if it's constructive. Thank you. Taboorotica * When Jeanette regained her senses she took slow stock of her surroundings. She was curled up on a damp living room carpet with her son's arms wrapped around her. She glanced down and saw the new summer dress she bought up around her slender waist. Her hips felt slightly sore, not only from the way she was resting against Matt but also because her red knickers had cut into her from where she had pulled them so far to one side to allow herself access in the first act of surrender to herself and her son. Her son. Her new found redemption. She rested her head back onto his chest and spent a while thinking about that afternoon. As her flame red hair splayed across his young, sleeping body, she felt her head rise and fall with his gentle breathing. Would it have been better, wiser, to keep the genie in the bottle and surrender to her loneliness for the rest of her life? Had she irreparably damaged her relationship with the only person she had ever loved and who had never judged her but only tried to support her? Was she the repulsive vile creature that Matt's father had made her feel? There was a simple answer to her question. As she wrestled with her guilt, Jeanette moved to disentangle herself from her son's protective arm. As she moved to wrest herself from his grip she looked at his face to make sure she didn't disturb him and she was met with his eyes staring straight back at her. She couldn't quite read them but his simple movement spoke volumes. He simply dropped his arm from her shoulder to her waist and pulled her back into him. When she looked up her son had closed his eyes again. A murmur. Almost inaudible. 'It's alright mum. Sleep. All we have is time.' In a heartbeat, one that she could almost hear through her own chest, Jeanette knew that her master had spoken. She would not, ever, question him. If her son walked away from this relationship when he awoke, she knew she would spend the rest of her life in silent servitude regardless of her own needs. The beautiful mother fell asleep against her son. The house was shrouded in darkness when Jeanette awoke again. She was lying on the sofa with a blanket wrapped over her. She could smell cooking and her stomach told her she was hungry. Her soul also told her she was hungry but for something more than basic food and drink. She smiled with admiration for her new master as she noticed that Matt had not only pulled her dress back into place but had also realigned her knickers so they no longer cut into her pale flesh. As she made her way to the kitchen, Jeanette was uncertain as to what to expect in the next conversation she had with her son. She thought she had been noiseless in her approach but Matt, without turning said, 'You're up mum. I was hungry and I guessed you would be too. Sit down.' It wasn't a request. There was authority in his voice. Not stern but calm. In control. Her stomach sank when he further said, 'We need to talk mum.' As he turned, she noticed the serious look on his face and it did nothing to calm her nerves. He set a plate of food in front of her and one for himself. Jeanette could do nothing but marvel at her son as he ate. How could he eat after what they had just done and what he had just said? Matt noticed his mother's hesitation. 'Eat mum. Have a little faith and eat.' She followed his instruction and slowly ate her food. As she ate, she realised, yet again, that he was right. She was famished. Once they finished, Matt rose from the table and led his mother into the lounge. He sat her on the armchair and sat on the foot stool opposite her. There as a strange kind of symmetry to their positioning. And then he began to speak. Slow, deliberately chosen words. 'Mum, now that we have done what most people say is disgusting we need to clear up a few things. I don't want you to speak just yet and I am not going to talk in the way that makes you let go. This needs to be a reasoned conversation between two adults. For the time being I just want you to answer yes or no. You will get a chance to talk more later. You let out the feelings that have been bottled up for years but was it simply a release for you? A need to get sexual relief?' 'No Matty.' 'You see, this is all new to me mum. I feel it in my gut that I want to be the man you've needed for so long. And I want to control you, to be your master but we need to get over the idea that together we're doing something wrong. Does that make sense to you?' 'Yes love.' 'And what we did, did it make you feel like you wanted to feel or could I have done more? Now you can speak freely.' Jeanette paused. She decided that, for better or for worse she needed to say what was in her head. To let her son know how she felt. She thought it was a calculated risk but worth it after so many years of isolation. 'Matty, I've been so lonely and you made that loneliness vanish in a single afternoon. I know we've always been close but now I feel joined to you. I don't know what you'll think of me when I say this but, to maintain the feeling we just shared, I would do anything for you. I know I should be a good mother and encourage you to go out into the world and fall in love but my heart breaks even thinking about it. I know it's so selfish but I just want you to myself. Or rather, I want you to want me to yourself. I would, and always will, do anything you ask of me Matt. I know you're my son and I shouldn't be saying this but I will serve you until my last breath. Whether you want me in the way we've just been or not. I will be yours. Forever. ' She hung her head and looked quietly at her own small feet, shoeless now. Matt's voice was barely a whisper. 'We both need to learn. I to be your master and you to serve me fully like dad never let you. I will never force you into anything mum but you will have to follow any instruction I give you. I've been thinking about it and I realise that a master needs his slave just as much as she needs her master. I will look after you and the term 'slave' won't be used but it is exactly what you'll be. Tonight we won't share a bed because I want you to think before you agree to it. It is your last opportunity to walk away from this and the last time you will be able to exercise freedom of choice. It's a massive step and I want it to be right for you. Otherwise it won't work.' Jeanette marvelled at the maturity of the young man sitting in front of her. How could he be so calm when her insides were churning like a cheap washing machine? She saw, still looking down, his knees bend and knew he was standing up. Matt kissed his mother on the forehead and said, 'Go to bed now. Give me your answer in the morning. I couldn't love you more mum. Whatever you answer will be the right answer and it will change nothing between us. We will always be what we are. I love you. See you in the morning. And with that, he left the room and Jeanette alone. Jeanette sat stunned. Some young men would have jumped on her and begun fucking her like their lives depended on it. But not her Matt. He had given her space. Allowed her room to think. What a master she would have if he would only let her serve him. The everyday Jeanette struggled with the enormity of what they were both considering and yet everything else told her something contrary. Her stomach was churning, her nipples ached inside her bra, the rest of her tits felt heavy and pendulous with lust, her mouth was dry but her pussy was soaking wet, the lips sticking together while the bud of her aching and erect clit shoved its way rudely through them. Every fibre of her being had already answered for her and she knew there was no way to ignore it now. But within the turmoil there was a peace and an acceptance of the start of a new life. She was excited beyond measure. She stood on weary legs and went to her own bedroom. The house was in darkness and the beautiful redhead fell into a deep and untroubled sleep. Jeanette awoke the next morning feeling refreshed but full of trepidation. As she stirred she noticed the chair in her bedroom, normally in the corner was now beside her bed. There was a note on it and some clothes folded neatly under the note. Her dressing gown was on the back of the chair. She rubbed her eyes and in the gloom of her room squinted to read it. 'Mum, I watched you sleep last night and it was beautiful. And I thought, as I need to work today that I would leave early to give you some space to think. I also thought that to sit and discuss our situation would make it somehow contrived and so decided that we could reach our decision non verbally. On the back of your chair is your dressing gown. If you would like to remain as a 'normal' mother and son then, as I said, I will completely respect that and love you until the end of days. If that is your decision, when I come home from work, I expect you to be wearing your dressing gown. If you want to walk down the path that we stepped onto last night, then choose the clothes on the chair. That will be enough to tell me that we are to become lovers and nothing will separate us again. It's more of a difficult choice for you mum but there is no pressure from my side. I love you and will stand by you whatever. Your son, always, Matt.' Once again, Jeanette was staggered by her son's thoughtfulness and maturity. She lay back on her pillows and smiled to herself. And then she got up. She had a few hours before he was home from work and went about tidying the house as she normally would. To the casual observer, everything seemed normal in that house. At three o'clock Jeanette ran a bath and soaked in the bubbles. None of the usual 'running her hands all over her body' fantasy material, just a hot bath. She soaked and smiled as she had all day. And then prepared for her son's return from work. When Matt came in he could smell dinner cooking and, as his mother had done the night before, realised how hungry he was. He tried to walk casually into the kitchen and stopped in his tracks. There was Jeanette, his mother, the woman he had been so obscene with only twenty four hours previous, wrapped in a long dressing gown from head to foot. Even the collar was up -- as well as her beautiful red hair. His heart sank and his appetite seemed, in an instant, to disappear. Matt sank quietly into a chair and Jeanette turned round and smiled a small smile, but genuine nonetheless. 'Hello my love, how was work?' Matt forced himself to break his reverie and answered his mother. 'Oh, you know, the usual stuff mum. Boring paperwork. But it keeps the wolf from the door.' A wan smile accompanied the last statement. And then two things happened. The first was that Matt's subconscious reared up and slapped him. It asked him, 'What was all your fancy talk for if you didn't mean it you prick?! Promising her you'd be ok with whatever she decided. And look at you now. She's wearing the dressing gown and you're sulking inside like a spoilt brat. What a charmer you are. After everything she's been through and still managed to raise you well and how do you pay her back? It's a rhetorical question idiot -- because you already know the answer.' Matt felt the sting of shame and acted on it. 'Mum, tell me, how was your day? What did you do? Is there anything I can do to help with the dinner?' It was as if Jeanette had heard the mental dressing down her son had given himself. She just smiled. 'It's ok Matty, I'm happy to do dinner for you. You must be hungry.' Dinner was, for Matt, an uncomfortable silence as he fought to accept his mother's decision. When the meal was finished, Jeanette started to clear away the plates and Matt stared sadly at what he knew was under the shapeless gown his mother wore. "Matty, why don't you go and watch some television in the living room? I'll clear up here and come in when I'm finished." "Ok mum." Matt tried to sound cheery as he left the kitchen but nothing could have been further from the truth. He knew he had to accept the decision his mother had made and, if he was half the man he told her he was, he had to do it with love and grace. She must have had such an awful life repressing her true nature and he had allowed it out but now he had to be the son she needed in whatever way she needed it. He sat in the living room and switched on the television. Various images danced in front of him but his mind was elsewhere and he never saw them. He was almost unaware when his mother leaned over from behind him and placed a cup of tea next to him on the little table. "Drink up Matty." The soft voice drew him from his reverie. He sipped his tea to the orchestrated sound of Jeanette clinking away at glasses and plates in the kitchen. When he had finished his drink, Matt made to get up and leave the room to return to his bedroom but at that point, a pair of hands, obviously his mother's hands, held him in place and again, her musical voice chimed softly, "Please wait Matt." He sat back in his chair and Jeanette began to speak. "Don't be so disappointed, I could see it in your eyes all through dinner. You're a young man and you need to keep up your strength. You can't simply go through your life not eating. What kind of a mother would I be if I let you do that?" All of this came from behind the chair he was sitting in and Matt made no effort to turn around. He had had enough of the dressing gown covering that perfect body to last him a lifetime. And he hadn't wanted to shame himself by showing his mother exactly what she had noticed anyway. "You know Matty, last night, it felt like you had opened Pandora's box. All sorts of things came rushing out and some, many in fact, would say they were the evils of the world. I had never been made to feel like that or allowed such strong feelings to surface. And I thank you for that. I will be eternally grateful to you my beautiful son. Eternally." As her words faded into the semi darkness in the living room, Jeanette left the safety of her place at the back of the chair. Her legs felt weak as she walked slowly and stood in front of her son, the shapeless gown hanging loosely from her. As Matt looked on in silence, a simple shrug of her shoulders sent Jeanette's gown sliding noiselessly to the floor. And there she stood in the 'other' outfit Matt had laid out for her. Matt's eyes drank in the sight before him. His mother with flaming red hair loose around her pretty, no beautiful, pale skinned face. The little freckles around her nose and just under her eyes gave her a look of innocence that was captivating. His eyes travelled to her shoulders. To the shiny purple bra that he had chosen. The colour of Cadbury's chocolate wrappers. And here was this sweet, his sweet, wrapped for him. Her pale tit flesh was pushed up and together to form the most alluring cleavage. He could make out the outline of two hard nipples pushing against the shiny material. Down again over her curved perfectly pouting belly. Not fat but feminine. She was a woman. The matching suspender belt, Jeanette knew, was a little clumsy but that's what young men like. That's what they see on xhamster and similar sites and that's what they're used to. She wouldn't have questioned its inclusion anyway. Not now she had accepted their roles. She had no choice. No freedom. The donning of this outfit was the same to her as signing a legally binding document that took away her right to choose, to argue, to question or to seek independence from her eighteen year old son. And still his eyes travelled south. Onto the sheen of the purple Cadbury knickers, high waisted, over her full hips, with a drop slightly at the waist with the sides angling sharply in to accentuate his mother's every curve. Jeanette's body had betrayed her thin veil of calm and the front of the knickers were sheened with her slick aromatic juice. Her woman's pre cum. Her patterned stockings hugged her beautifully sculpted thighs and calves and the outfit ended in a pair of four inch black patent heels open at the toe to show her painted toes. Every part of her had been prepared over the afternoon before Matt had returned home and she was ready to take her place at her master's, her son's, side. Jeanette turned slowly on her patent heels and showed him the rear view. No porno thong for her. Her son had a little class and knew that the purple knickers rising fully over her rounded pale arse would look perfect. It did. A little dimple of cellulite her and there only seemed to make it more sexy. A real woman with a real body. She dropped to her knees in front of her dumbstruck son who was only now gathering his wits and realising his mother's decision. Jeanette rested on her elbows and shoved her knicker-clad arse high into the air while easing her knees apart to show her complete submission to Matt. He had to contain his excitement. The young man in him wanting to jump up and kiss his mother all over and ravage her and scream exultations of love to the waiting air. But she needed a master now and he had to be that master. Matt left his mother kneeling with her arse offered to him. A single word, "Stay" hung in the air as he slowly rose and left the room. When he returned his obedient mother had followed his first command. He took his clothes slowly off with his eyes never leaving her body. His erection was pulsing and turgid as he knelt beside those orbs of arse flesh offered to him. Matt could hardly contain himself but his self-control remained, barely. This was his time to own his mother. And she wanted to be owned. The son grabbed a handful of the flame red hair and jerked his mother's head back hard. Her gasp was audible but she didn't complain. It was just as she wanted. He just had to release her inner whore again and she would feel complete. "So mum, you seem to have reached a decision. Do you want to fuck your son?" "Please baby, call me Jeanette, it's so hard to accept when you call me mum." For her request Jeanette received a sharp slap across the face. "Little whore, I know that those dirty fucking wet knickers of yours are that way BECAUSE I'm your son, not in spite of it. I know that drives you closer to the edge. Who the fuck is your master little cunt?" Another slap across the face. Jeanette was lost to herself and her inner demons. The second slap had taken her to where she had wanted to be for so many years. Without her son even knowing it she groaned and sprayed into her shiny purple knickers. To the uninitiated, it seemed like she had wet herself but her hips barely contained the bucking as each squirt filled the delectable underwear and soaked the outer lips of her cunny, running down and likewise wetting her thighs and stocking tops. Matt hadn't noticed because he was too busy with her beautiful upturned face to think yet about his mother's pussy. Cut from the Same Cloth Ch. 02 Another slap for her hesitation and her anus puckered unseen. "You are my master Matty, my beautiful master, my...my...son!" Jeanette shouted the last word out so the world could hear. She was damned and couldn't care less. Her world was right here and right now and would be forever after. "Never forget it either" was the growl in her young son's throat as he yanked his mother's head back and, without hesitation or mercy pushed the full length of his meat into her beautiful gasping mouth. Matt felt the muscles at the back of Jeanette's throat give as his aching cock thrust past it regardless of permission and watched enraptured as her back arched as she heaved at the sudden intrusion. No story like effortless deep throating. Jeanette had not been mouth fucked in years by anything other than her shiny silver dildo and that was at her own speed with control so that she could adapt to it in her gullet. This was an entirely different and new experience for the beautiful mother. Matt seemed almost instinctive when it came to her and just as she reached to point of no return, as her heaving moved toward vomiting, he withdrew and her exhalation of breath was made all the sexier with the long trails of spit that were attached to the end of her son's angry red cock. Her ears were buzzing when she took in the most erotic sight of her life to this point. Matt's grip on his mother's hair tightened as, with his free hand, he massaged the spit along the length of his tool. And just as she caught her breath her throat was assaulted again. Inch after inch plunged into her gullet as she was once more throat fucked by her baby boy, her master. This time it took slightly longer for her back to arch and her stomach to churn. Her gag reflex had adapted just a little. But she still choked and struggled. Matt pulled away again at the crucial point of no return. "You dirty little cunt mum. You sweet filthy fucking whore. You're trying to get used to it." Jeanette looked up with fire in her green cat eyes but complete submission in her heart and soul, "Take it master, rape it. Treat me like a gutter whore. There's nothing you can do to me that I won't thank you for after. I'm all yours but you'd better pound me, slap me, beat me and fuck me till I feel like I can't stand. Let me out. Let me be the fuck toy that I am. I am an incestuous little cunt and I want you to be a motherfucker but only if it is what my master desires." Her words were like a bomb going off in Matt's stomach. He looked at her eyes and slapped her face again. At the inevitable gasp her throat was stuffed full of cock meat anew. This time, she looked into his eyes. Into his soul and her emerald eyes blazed as she held him in her submissive throat. Matt was enraptured by the sight of this stunning woman on all fours, her beautifully shaped arse jutting proudly into the air as he face fucked her. His mother. His only love. Matt wished he could be everywhere all at once and was going to give it a damn good try. He moved himself, still lodged in the back of his mother's throat, he eased to her side and retrieved the bottle of olive oil he had brought from the kitchen. He slowly began to pump his turgid meat into her throat in a slow but full face fuck. He tipped some of the oil onto her swaying buttocks. As he smoothed it with his hand Jeanette's skin became shiny, her knickers being irrevocably stained. Her squeal of passion rumbled through her son's cock but he maintained his focus. He had to stay focused. It would be so easy to give in to the vision before him. But it was his time to be everything she needed. To release her from the bonds that had made her so unhappy. Matt maintained the tight grip on Jeanette's flame red hair. He maintained the slow but aggressive fucking of her sensual mouth. With his free hand, he reached back and firmly pulled his mother's knickers to below her arse cheeks. They bulged over the top if the Cadbury purple with all the feminine sensuality in the world. Again, Jeanette squealed as the warm olive oil dripped this time onto her bare arse cheeks, running down the valley of her crack and puddling in the crotch of her pulled down knickers. And then the shock of something this beautiful red head had never experienced. She felt her son's finger drive into her arse, the way eased with the excessive olive oil. "uunnngh" her moan made Matt's come boil in his already heavy balls and he fought to control his desire to spray his mother's throat. "Time to serve my sweet little mum slut." A second finger drove into Jeanette's writhing arse. Her brain was on fire. She was in love. She was owned and other-wordly happy to have found this bliss. The feeling in her arse was unusual but it didn't stop her hips form bucking. Unusual, yes but unpleasant, fuck no. Her body drove her on. Her brain was gone. Her soul made the decisions. Jeanette's hips dipped so that not only could she accommodate her son's thrusting fingers but also she could heighten her pleasure at this new sensation. A third finger joined in the fun, and then a fourth. Both mother and son were in ecstasy. More olive oil and then pressure that made the mother slave wince as her virgin anus was stretched wider still. Matt released her hair and took her hand in his. He brought it back to his own wrist and wrapped her fingers around it. With her son's turgid meat still buried deep in her throat, Jeanette's eyes widened with lustful shock as Matt slid her had down his wrist to his own hand. But it wasn't there. The whole of his hand was lodged in his mother's back passage. Again, at this realisation, the redhead groaned onto Matt's aching cock. He raised an eyebrow and, not taking her eyes from his, or her mouth from his cock, simply signalled her submission to her master, her son. She knew in her heart and soul that it was submission to her own desires. Jeanette's initial sensual moaning turned to the screams of a woman who had only just begun to know sexuality as her son began to pup his fist into her anus. She moaned and cried, her make up streaking her cheeks as this master, this young man plunged again and again into her, hitherto untouched, arsehole. Over and over he ground his hand. His wrist was aching but he wasn't about to stop. He didn't know where to look. The sight of his mum bucking her hips and riding her arse tirelessly onto his hand or her mouth still wrapped around his cock with her green eyes wide, delirious but never straying from his. It was too much. He roared aloud. He couldn't contain himself any longer. "You beautiful fucking whore, you slut, my mum, my slave. Fuck you, you little cunt. Take me, give to me, worship me and say goodbye to your soul. I fucking love you mum. MY mum. MINE!" At that word Jeanette fell apart. She simultaneously screamed onto his cock, lost control of her limbs and a torrent of hot clear come sprayed out of her unprotected cunt. It covered Matt's forearm. His stomach, the floor and one side of the sofa. The torrent seemed endless as she writhed under her master's hand. A river of come gushed from his mother and, seeing that he bellowed aloud and began to buck his own hips fiercely. The sudden change in movement almost made Jeanette pull away to protect herself but she had given herself. Only when he allowed it would she let her master's cock drop from her mouth. His spray was like fire in her throat. A thick creamy fire that assured her she was home and belonged. Rope after rope lurched into her throat bypassing her mouth because of how deeply he was lodged. Her desire to taste the ropes of her son's juiced made her pull back just so the head of his engorged cock filled her submissive mouth. Her body betrayed her as his sweet salty juice coated her tongue and she sprayed again. Less this time but no less in intensity. The beautiful redheaded slave, howled onto her son's exploding length and as the last rope flowed into her stomach, the darkness claimed her again and she sunk into unconsciousness. * To be continued if you all enjoy reading and send positive feedback. It's your call. Thanks for reading. Cut from the Same Cloth He yanked his trousers down and grabbed his turgid rod. He slapped Jeanette's face hard making her gasp and as she drew breath, with no ceremony, he stuffed his thick cock all the way into her mouth. She gagged but didn't pull away and so he shoved it deep into her throat and began sawing away with his hips, mouthfucking his mother hard so that long trails of spit leaked from her mouth. She dug her nails into his arse urging him on in his wild use of her beautiful mouth as he grabbed handfuls of her hair and yanked her head back and forth on his aching tool. 'Lift your dress you little cunt and wank your pussy through your panties. Uungh...urgh...oh f.f.fuck that looks so hot.' Jeanette could feel the frustration of the years of neglect building up and as her clit fired rockets into her brain her pussy exploded in the biggest orgasm she had ever known. She even shocked herself as her juice sprayed out into her panties and began to drip onto the floor. She screamed onto her son's pounding cock as she lost all control of her body as he relentlessly prised her jaws apart ith his thick cock. But Matt wasn't finished with this part of her yet. 'Now yank them hard to one side mum. So your arse crack is showing. Good little slut mummy. Now, three fingers into your whore cunt and three from the other hand into your arsehole. Use your cum as lube you little slut. Now pound those holes mummy. Show your Matty what you can do' Jeanette wasted no time and began fucking both her holes furiously. Matt pulled out of her mouth and when she paused he slapped her face again. 'Don't fucking stop unless I tell you to' he bellowed at her. She was lost. She was everything she had wanted to be and was never allowed. This beautiful, sophisticated redhead with her summer dress yanked high over her hips. Her red panties pulled to one side and three fingers slamming into her aching, on fire pussy while her other hand stretched her puckered anus wide and fucked it hard. Matt knelt close to his mother's contorted face and said the magic words, 'Talk to me mum' 'Oh Matty, watch mummy fuck herself with her fingers. Look at her panties all soaked for you her baby boy. Look at that tight little mummy cunt aching for you to fuck it and that whore arse waiting for you to stretch it with your fuck stick. I belong to my son. Shoot your cum into my belly. Fuck me hard. Hurt me. Make me pregnant. Marry me. Abuse me. Slap me. Matt, Matt Mmmm...aaaaAAARGH!! ' Jeanette fell writhing to the floor, her legs kicking and her torso twitching as her son leaned over her whispering 'yes...yes' as, for the second time she sprayed her cum but this time over his legs and his belly. Over his hand holding his cock meat making his on hips buck uncontrollably as he let go and the first rope of cum splashed into her face. Another hit her dress. And another. The another hit her own spray and splashed against her soaking cunt lips and trickling down into the crack of her aching arse worked deep into it by her still fucking fingers. The cum feast seemed never ending and the screams were enough to wake up the neighbourhood but neither mother or son cared right then. When Jeanette regained consciousness she was in a foetal position cradled in her son's loving embrace. She made to speak but he gently covered her mouth and shook his head. 'Not yet mum. We have a lot of time ahead of us. Welcome to the new you' Please leave feedback if you want the next instalment. Hope you enjoyed this first effort. Thanks for reading it. Tabooritca