7 comments/ 128310 views/ 15 favorites Living Again Ch. 01 By: jsragmanus This is chapter one of a 3 part series. "What are you going to do about your mother?" Jeannie asked. Jeannie was my roommate, my best friend, and my lover. We'd met volunteering at the GLBT Resource Center on campus and had just clicked right away. A month after meeting, we'd moved in with each other. "I don't know. Since my Dad died, she's just fallen apart. I got an Email from a friend of hers. It sounds like she's drinking herself senseless every day. I'm really worried." My father had died about three months before. He'd had his first heart attack when I was in 7th grade. This spring, during my junior year of college, he'd had a massive heart attack and died. My parents had been high school sweet-hearts and married right after graduation. At 45 years old, after 28 years of living with my father, my mother was, for the first time in her life, alone. "Well, maybe she'll perk up with you around this summer." Jeannie said as she coyly tried to tickle me. I wasn't real happy. Jeannie was spending the summer doing some venture capital thing in Africa, and I was not looking forward to being alone with a parent in melt-down for three months. The more I considered it, the more I was dreading my summer. When I got home things were worse than I had thought possible. My mother had always been the world's neatest housekeeper. There was at least two weeks worth of dishes in the sink. Empty takeout containers were overflowing the trash. Everywhere I looked, there were empty vodka bottles. Resolutely, I set out to straighten things up. I spent the next week cleaning the house and putting it in some semblance of order. My mother would get home from work and I would try to be cheerful, and help her see that she had a lot of great things going on. I tried to talk about my nephews and nieces, and how great they were. I tried to point out to her that she was still a young woman with a lot of life left. It seemed like no matter what I tried, within an hour of getting home, she had a bottle of vodka open and was drinking herself into unconsciousness. After a week of cleaning, I had the house pretty much back in order. The one thing that I didn't have back in order was my mother. Things were really starting to worry me. Not only was her behavior a concern, but her sorrow was affecting my own grief for my father. To make matters even worse, I had found a problem in the entrance applications for medical school. On the entrance application, question 34 of Section C said: Have you or any member of your immediate family (parents or siblings) ever been involuntarily entered into a treatment facility for substance abuse? (If yes, please explain). Fuck! Not only was her drinking screwing up her life, now it looked like it was going to screw with mine! Damn it! One thing my father constantly drilled into me is that if no one else will take charge of a situation, and you're not happy about it, then you should be the one to take command. I was going to have to take charge. Shit! The one thing that I knew would make my job easier was that I knew my mother could be dominated. I was 18. My parents were on a business trip to Milwaukee. They had left me alone in the house and my girlfriend Lisa was there. We had anxiously been looking forward to a whole weekend that we could spend along making love and being with each other. After one particular strenuous (and vocal) session, Lisa asked if my parents had any sex toys we could play with. I didn't know, so off we trooped, down the hall, naked and giggling. As we rummaged through my parents closet, we found a black leather suitcase I had never seen before. When I went to move it out of the way, I realized it was full. On a hunch, I opened it up and looked inside. I realized we had found what we were looking for. Quickly we took the case and laid it out on my parent's bed. The contents were amazing. Inside the case we discovered a leather paddle, with one smooth side, and one fur covered side. There was a riding crop with a black leather handle, and a leather tip. There were all kinds of restraints, and hand cuffs as well. A side pocket contained a selection of lubricants while another pocket contained a huge assortment of vibrators. When we opened another compartment, there were two items in it. A strap-on harness with a large dildo, and a worn, stained shoe box held shut with rubber bands. While Lisa was admiring the strap-on, I opened the box. Inside the box were hundreds of photos of my mother and father. In most of them, my mother was bound in some manner, and she was either sucking on my dad's cock, or he was fucking her. In many of them, he was fucking her in the ass. From the redness of her ass in these, and the location of the paddle in the foreground of the pictures, it was clear she had been spanked. I was amazed at the size of my dad's penis. It had to be at least 10 inches long, and 3 inches in diameter. As I was going through the pictures, I sensed Lisa over my shoulder. "Holy Shit!" she exclaimed "Look at that! Man, she looks like he's fucked her senseless!" Lisa was right. My mother was looking thoroughly sated in this particular picture. I was really stunned by the whole collection. You never really think of your parents as sexual creatures, and then to find out your parents are not only sexual, but major kinky is a mind blower. As we continued to examine the images, I started to wonder who had taken the photos. I could tell from the angles that they weren't done from a tripod. Many of the photos from the same session were taken from different positions in the room. A third person had been present in the room while my dad tied up and fucked my mother. When we opened the last envelope on the bottom of the box, the mystery was answered. This series of photos was different. The images weren't as well composed and many either weren't exposed properly, or were slightly out of focus. They showed my mother tied up as before, with her legs spread. Then, in the next photos a woman was shown. She was wearing a stunning black corset, with fishnet stockings. The black color of the corset contrasted sexily with her milky white skin. Her plump generous breasts almost spilled out of the cups of the corset. The most surprising thing of all was between her legs. Held in place by the harness was the huge dildo. The head of it was poised at the entrance to my mother's pussy. The rest of the roll showed her impaling my mother with the rubber phallus. The wanton look of lust on mom's face made it clear she was enjoying the rough fucking. The woman's expression seemed to alternate between one of rapt pleasure, and sneering dominance. "Damn! Look at that! She's totally hot! Who is she?" Lisa asked. "I don't know." I lied. The truth was I did know. It was my father's sister Joan. My Aunt Joan had fucked my mother with a strap-on. More amazingly, my mother had loved it and it appeared that my dad had taken the photos. My whole mind was reeling from what I was seeing. "That's wicked! We've got to try this out!" Lisa squealed excitedly, waving the dildo around. Lisa was sweet, and beautiful, but sometimes she wasn't really observant. Quickly, I put the photos back in the cardboard shoe box and bound it back up with the rubber bands. Lisa and I spent the remainder of the weekend fucking each other silly with the dildo from my parent's room. While I was screwing Lisa, I found the image of my mother bound with her legs spread lodging itself in my mind... When my parents returned, Lisa and I did our best to act as though nothing had happened. As much as I tried, I never could see my parents in the same way again. I had made the transition overnight from a child to an adult. One who can see her parents objectively and realize that they too are people. Once I decided to act, I made my preparations. The first step was to re-visit my parent's bedroom. As I expected, I found the familiar black leather suitcase. Its contents were pretty much unchanged from the first time I had seen it many years ago. I took a pair of handcuffs from the bag and put it back. I went to a sex toy store and bought some more lubricant, and on a whim, I also bought a fetish anal plug with a fox-tail attached to it. That afternoon, while I was waiting for her to return from work, I carefully bathed, and did my hair and nails. I have very long blond hair which normally falls down to the small of my back. I pulled my hair tight, and put it up in a bun. I painted my nails a deep red, and applied a bit more makeup than I normally do. For underwear, I put on a blood-red satin thong, and a matching lace bra. The red underwear contrasted with my pale complexion. I looked hot! Remembering Jeannie, I got out my digital camera, set the timer to take a photograph, and put it on the dresser. Once I had the photo, I Emailed it to her with a quick note telling her how much I missed her. Returning to my preparations, I pulled on my black-leather pants, and a black turtle-neck shirt. Finally, I slipped into a pair of black leather boots. While I was putting on the finishing touches of my appearance, I heard my mother come in. Predictably, a few minutes later, I heard the clink of bottles as she fished out yet another bottle of vodka from under the counter. I didn't really mind at this point. My plans were made, and things were going to change. When I was ready, I went through the house searching for her. I found her in her room, watching television, a water glass half-full of vodka on her night stand. I strode into the room, and snapped the television off. "What are you doing?" she asked. "Are you going out like that? I don't think..." Without saying a word, I slapped the cuffs on her wrists and bound them to the post on one corner of her bed. I went into her bathroom and got out a pair of scissors. I quickly cut off her shirt and bra. While I was engaged in this, she struggled a bit, but because of the cuffs and her out of shape condition, she was unable to oppose me. Finally, I ripped her underpants off. She started to say something, and I un-ceremoniously shoved her panties into her mouth and then tied them into place with her panty hose. Next, I bound her legs together, and rolled her over on her stomach. I stood there, a little out of breath, letting her look at me. I pulled off my turtle-neck and pants. I could see her eyes widen when she saw the satin thong covering my pussy. "I HAVE FUCKING HAD IT WITH YOU!" I shouted. "Your drinking and self-destructive behavior is going to stop right now. You are going to get your shit together! From here on out, you will do precisely what I tell you to do, the instant I tell you to do it! Do you understand me?" She just lay there, inert - too stunned to do anything. "I see," I fumed, "you don't want to be obedient. I can handle that!" I went to her closet and pulled out the black leather suitcase and took out the paddle. By now, her stunned expression was turning into a look of shame and fear. She realized I knew about the case and what was in it. Walking around the bed, I untied her legs and spread them wide, exposing her sex. I climbed up on the bed with her. Without warning, I started spanking her. She'd put on a lot of weight over the years, and I had a lot of ass to work with. I alternated swats between each cheek. When I got one section nice and red, I moved onto another area. I paid special attention to the curve of her ass at the bottom. After about 10 minutes of spanking her whole ass had a rosy red glow. I'd spread her legs so much I could see her pussy, and a hint of moisture running down the outer labia. I could also see tears sliding freely down her cheeks. I got off the bed and removed the makeshift gag from her mouth. "Are you going to obey me?" I demanded. Slowly, she nodded her head up and down. "BULLSHIT! IF YOU WERE READY TO OBEY, YOU'D SAY SO! I THINK YOU'RE NOT GETTING IT. I GUESS WE NEED TO CONTINUE THE SPANKING!" With that, I walked back around the bed, and started spanking her ass again. By now, it had to have been getting pretty sore. I could hear her sobbing. After another 5 minutes I stopped spanking her. "Are you going to obey me?" I again demanded. "Yes", she sobbed. "When we are not in the presence of others, you will address me as 'Ma'am'. Now, will you obey me?" "Yes ma'am", she said in a meek voice. I walked back over to the leather suit case and removed my thong. My pussy was wet from the excitement of the spanking. I could feel a trickle of moisture run down my leg, cooling as it evaporated. I then bent down and removed the strap-on harness from the bag. I slid the harness into place, and fastened the dildo into it. I liberally applied some lubricant to its length. I wanted to do some hard fucking and she'd need it. "Roll over on your back, and spread your legs!" I demanded. I got up on the bed and positioned the huge cock at the entrance of her pussy. "Ask me to fuck you! Tell me you want to feel this cock in your pussy!" The spanking and tears had left her in a state of emotional upheaval. She was torn between the shame of having been spanked by her own child, and the familiar excitement of being dominated. "Please ma'am. Please fuck me. I want to feel your cock in me!" she moaned. In one thrust, I jammed the fake cock into her pussy. She let out a momentary cry of pain. I gave her a few seconds to adjust to the fullness. Her pussy looked gorgeous. Swollen and inflamed. With her arms tied up behind her head, her breasts were like two perfect mounds on top of her chest. The extra weight she was carrying made her tits large and soft. Roughly I sucked the nipple of one breast into my mouth while I kneaded her other. Soon, moans of pleasure were coming from my mother. I could feel her rotating her hips, trying to get the dildo to fill her more, trying to get a little pressure on her clit. Slowly I started fucking her, withdrawing the dildo until the head of it was just resting between the lips of her vagina, and then jamming it back into her in a solid thrust. After about 10 minutes of this, her orgasms started rolling in waves. "Shit, oh. Oh. OH! Oh, fuck. Fuck me! Fuck me ma'am! Fuck my pussy!" she screamed. "Fuck me harder! Make me yours! Oh, fuck me!" Her body convulsed time after time as the massive dildo slammed home into her pussy. As I was fucking her, the dildo was putting pressure on my clit. Between the steady drumming of the dildo on my clit, and her exhortations, I could feel my orgasm building. When my climax came, I was shocked by its violence. Images that had been seared into my brain years ago were now being played out in front of me and it was me inside the photo I had seen all those years ago. The spasms ripped through me and left me senseless, a pulsating animal totally immersed in the moment. Eventually, I stopped fucking her with the dildo. I removed the harness and straddled her face with my pussy. "Eat my pussy!" I commanded. While she complied, I kneaded her breasts and pulled on her nipples. Her skill at eating pussy was nothing to write about, but I was so horny at this point, that it didn't matter. In no time, I was experiencing another orgasm. After it subsided, I untied her and directed her to use the bathroom. I then ordered her back on to the bed where I again secured her using the handcuffs. "I'm sorry I had to spank you mother." I soothed. "I wish you would have listened to me before. I'm sorry I have to do this." While I said this, I gently kissed and caressed her, stroking her hair. I explained how worried she made me and how much I loved and needed her. After a while, she fell asleep in my arms. Gently, I pulled the covers of her bed up over her nakedness and left the room. Living Again Ch. 02 This is a continuation of Chapter 1, and probably won't make a lot of sense unless you've read it first. * The next morning, I woke early. Last night was just the wake up call, today was the start of the transformation. I quickly slipped into shorts and a halter top. Going into the kitchen, I put on the coffee, and fried a few strips of bacon, and made pancakes. Finally, I put on some orange juice. In preparation for the next phase of her domination, I placed the anal plug with the fox-tail on the table, along with the bottle of lubricant. Going into her room I removed the hand cuffs from her and roughly shook her. "Mother, get up!" I commanded. "Get up now!" Slowly, she woke up. "Put on a bra; go to the bathroom, and come to breakfast." While she complied, I went into the kitchen and laid out the food. When she got to the table, she was clad in panties and a bra. "I didn't tell you to wear panties! I fucking said to put on a bra!" I spat. "Now take off those panties and bend over the table! I meant what I said last night! You will address me as ma'am, and you will do what I tell you to do, when I tell you to. Is this clear?" "Yes ma'am." she said, bending over the table. "Spread your cheeks." I commanded. I applied some lubricant to her ass, and then to the plug. Slowly, I worked the plug into her red ass, pressing it inch by inch until it was fully seated in her butt. "Sit down please." As we ate, I carried on a running monologue. "There are going to be some changes around here, starting today. Your drinking will stop. Until you have demonstrated to me that you have your life under control, I will be making the decisions around here. Would you like another pancake?" "Yes please", she said. "This morning, after we do some cleaning around here, we will be going out. How did you enjoy your breakfast?" I asked. "Thank you ma'am, it was very good." she said. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," I said. Now, the first thing I want you to do is to bring all of your bottles of vodka here." Slowly, she made her way around the house, gathering up the bottles of vodka, full and half full. As she walked around the house, the foxtail from the anal plug swished between her legs. I almost burst into laughter when she was on her hands and knees, getting a bottle out from underneath the couch. Finally, an impressive number of bottles were stacked around the sink. "Now, pour them down the drain." I said. As she poured the vodka, I sensed the last of her resistance fading as well. "If I catch you drinking, or with any alcohol, you will receive a beating that will make last night look like a warm-up exercise. Am I making myself clear?" "Yes ma'am," she said quietly. "Good. Now, I want you to clear the table, put away the left over food, and do the dishes. When you've completed these tasks, come to the bathroom", I said. While she performed her tasks, I went to the bathroom and started a bath. I had to admit, the power of being in control, combined with memories of the night before had made me terribly horny. I laid in the tub, and let my hands drift down to my sex. Slowly, savoring the warmth of the tub, and the warmth in my pussy, I brought myself to orgasm. When I returned to my senses, my mother was standing in the bathroom, looking slightly flushed. "Bring a towel, and dry me off." I said. Once she had dried me off, I had her follow me into my room. I positioned myself on the edge of my bed. "Get on your knees, and crawl to the edge of the bed." I instructed. "Today I am going to teach you how to eat pussy. You seem to be the exception to the rule that a woman knows intimately how to please another woman. Place your head between my legs. Now, with the tip of your tongue, lightly and delicately trace around my pussy. Yes, that's it. Now, lightly circle your tongue around my clit. Yes. Just a little. This isn't the main event. The purpose here is to tantalize me. Now, spread the lips of my pussy and stick your tongue in. Yes. That's it. Lick around the edge. Good. Keep doing that.... Yes.... Very good. Now, I want you to take one of my labia between your teeth. Yes. Very tenderly, hold it between your tongue, and your top front teeth. Now slowly draw your head away, raking my labia with your teeth. Yes. That's good. Now, do it again. Uhmm.. Now, take the other labia and do the same thing. Yeah... Now, take both lips into your mouth, and using your top and bottom teeth, rake the labia. Yes, a little more gently. Yes... Now, stick your tongue fully in my pussy. Yes, that's it. Now, using your fingers, spread my pussy, and expose my clit. Very gently, and very slowly, I want you to lick my clit. Yes. That's it. Put a little saliva on the end of your tongue. Yes. That's it, you're doing a good job of eating my pussy mother." She was really doing a terrific job of eating me. The power of having my own mother under my control was erotic. Her submission to me was really just starting but I could feel the sense of exhilaration it was bringing on in me. I knew that I could command my own mother to satisfy any sexual desire and she would not only comply, but would do so enthusiastically and with abandon. A part of my mind whispered that this way led to madness, but I quickly shushed it. "Yes... Now, take a finger and put it inside my pussy. That's it. Slowly massage my pussy with your finger. Yes. That's good. Now, I want you to suck my clit. Place it in your mouth, between your tongue and front teeth. Now, use your tongue. Suck on my clit. Use your tongue to massage my clit. Yes. That's it! Faster. Yes! Suck it. Yes, oh, shit, I'm cumming!" I fell back against the bed, and she raised herself, still licking my clit, and fingering my pussy. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through my body. "Yes! Oh, I'm cumming again!" "That was excellent", I said after I'd caught my breath. "You show some promise after all. Now, come over her and bend over the bed." As she bent over the bed, I removed the anal plug from her ass. Next, I motioned her to lay on the bed. "Didn't Dad ever eat your pussy?" I asked. "No ma'am. He thought it was dirty." she said. "I think it's time for you to find out what you've been missing out on." With that, I used the same techniques I had just taught her. As she was nearing her orgasm I jammed two fingers in her rectum and started roughly finger fucking her ass. Her whole body flushed rose red, as her abdomen tensed. Suddenly, she was going berserk, her body convulsing over and over again. Finally, after several orgasms I stopped licking her. After a short nap together, I had her take a shower and get ready to go out. When she was dressed, we went down to the local health club where we signed up for a membership. I knew that in order to get my mother's state of mind turned around, and stop her drinking, she was going to need to change her diet and exercise habits as well. As part of the signup package, I purchased 20 sessions with a personal trainer. After we left the health club, I drove us to a lingerie store. We went to the bra section where I helped her pick out a half dozen sexy bras. I had always thought my mother had nice breasts, and it seemed a shame to see them locked up in a plain, white cotton bra. When we got into the fitting room, I helped her try them on. Suddenly, I was inspired. "Make yourself come" I hissed. "Here? No." she protested. "Make yourself come now!" I commanded in a low urgent voice. Slowly she dropped her pants and stuck her hand into her panties. "Yes. That's it. Rub your pussy. Make yourself come." While she rubbed her pussy, I kneaded her breasts, and pulled and twisted her nipples. In no time she was cumming, biting her lip to keep from crying out. As we paid for the articles, I noticed the cashier giving my mother's flushed condition a penetrating look. On the way home, we stopped for a light dinner at a salad buffet. When we were seated, I asked her how she was feeling. She stared at me thoughtfully for a minute and said "I'm feeling better. Thank you. I appreciate that you're looking out for me." "And how do you feel about the sex?" I asked. She flushed slightly and stammered a little. I could see she wasn't quite ready to admit that she enjoyed being in a submissive lesbian relationship with her own daughter. "In return for my assistance, you will be my submissive sex slut. I will continue to fuck you when I want, how I want, and where I want. Is that clear?" "Yes ma'am." "I'm sensing there's something you'd like to ask me" I said. "I'm not sure how to ask this, so I'll.." she trailed off "You want to know how long I've been a lesbian?" I asked her. Slowly, she nodded her head. "I've been having sex with women since I was 16. I'm sure you remember Lisa Mastriani?" "You mean all of those times you had sleep-overs together?" "Yes. We'd spend the nights kissing and cuddling, making love. It was a very nice time for me", I said, a hint of wistfulness tinging my voice. I could see some of the tension ease away from her and we enjoyed the rest of the meal talking about my nephews, her job, and school. When we got home, I went to the spare bedroom and got out our massage table. My parents had purchased a portable model some years ago. I was pretty sure my mother had always been the one doing the rubbing. After I set the table up, I adjusted the lights, and went around the living room lighting the candles. Their light gave a warm friendly glow, while the scents of cinnamon and vanilla filled the room. Finally, I turned on the stereo and put on some laid back jazz. When I had everything ready, I called my mother in and had her get on the table. Slowly, I massaged the oil into her back. While I was working the oil in, I told her how much I loved her and how important she was. I worked my way over her entire body; starting with her back, down her arms, her buttocks and her legs and then her feet. Then, I had her turn over and I rubbed the oil into her thighs, her breasts, and her stomach. Finally, I lightly and delicately massaged the oil into her ears and face. As I was completing the massage, she became so relaxed that she fell asleep on the massage table. When I was ready to go to bed, I woke her up and helped her to bed. As I got into bed with her, she spooned up to me, and cupped my breast in her hand and we fell asleep entangled in each other's arms. Living Again Ch. 03 The next day, we had breakfast and then spent the morning laying around the house reading the Sunday paper, and looking over the ads. In the afternoon, we changed into sweats and went to the gym for a light work-out. I'd taken some physical education classes at college so I introduced her to some light free-weight exercises and then we used the treadmills. After 20 minutes on the treadmill I could see my mother was starting to wear out, so I called it a day. As we drove home, the aroma of mingled sweat and massage oil permeated the car. It was a heady mixture of scents and it was combining with the sense of well-being and euphoria that I always get from working out. I could feel my pussy moistening as I drove. When we walked in the door of the house, I looked at her and said "Take off your clothes. Now, go get the anal plug and the lubricant and come back here." I said. While she did this, I went into my room and retrieved the strap-on dildo and removed my clothes. When I got back to the living room, she was seated on the edge of the couch, with the anal plug and lubricant on the table. "Get on the floor!" I commanded. "Now, I want to see you put the plug in your ass." Slowly she applied lubricant and forced it into her ass. I could see some small grimacing as she struggled to work it in. Soon, she had the large plug fully inserted into her ass. "Now, come over here. I want you to lick my ass. Yes. That's it. Run your tongue around the edges. Now, nibble on it. Yes. That's it. Gently. Oh, that's oh. Now, stick your tongue in. Yesssss. Now, use your thumb and rub my clit. Yes. That's it". In no time, my breath was coming in short ragged gasps. "Yes! Oh, lick my ass. Lick me you slut. Taste my ass. Oh, yes." Soon, I could feel my orgasms starting to come. I could feel the contractions of my anus around her tongue. Squeezing the foreign invader as it slipped in and out of my ass. When I could take no more, I pushed her face away. "That was amazing!" I said. "You really are showing some talent." Slowly, and deliberately, I got up from the couch and put the dildo harness on and applied some lubricant. Then I reclined on the couch. Glancing at my mother, I instructed her to mount it. Slowly, she straddled it, sliding her pussy down along the thick cock. The musky scent of her excitement was intoxicating. I could see her breathing start to speed up as more and more of the dildo entered her. Finally, she was fully impaled upon it. I leaned forward and started kissing her throat, caressing the lobes of her ears. Lightly at first, and then with more vigor I traced the outlines of her ears with my tongue. While I was doing this, I lightly ran my nails up and down her spine. We continued this for some time. Intimately learning and knowing each other. Finally, my excitement grew to where I could no longer control myself. I grasped one breast in my hand and pulled her forward to me. Roughly I kissed her while kneading her breasts. We seemed to stay locked in this position forever. Then, she started slowly raising and lowering herself upon the dildo, fucking herself. The only sound in the room was our ragged breathing and the slap of her ass as she fully seated herself each time. Jamming the full length of the dildo inside her. Faster and faster she lowered and raised herself. On each up-stroke, I could see her juices glistening on the shaft. I could feel them trickling down my thighs. "Oh my god!" she moaned. "Fuck me ma'am. Yeah! Fuck me. Fuck my pussy hard!" I could see that she had her eyes closed. I could feel the tension rising in her body. As she started cumming, I grasped a large breast and started sucking on it, trying desperately to nurse, to draw strength from her. We were two writhing pieces of flesh, melded perfectly into one unit, moving in a perfect rhythm. Quickly, before she had time to fully recover, I pushed her to the floor. "Get on your knees!" I commanded. "Now, crouch down." As she crouched over, I removed the anal plug from her ass. Reaching for the lubricant, I worked a generous amount into her ass. I then positioned myself behind her and brought the tip of the dildo up to her ass. "Are you ready baby? Do you want me to do this?" "Please ma'am. Please fuck my ass. I want it so bad." Slowly, I pushed the dildo into her ass. I could see her straining as its huge size stretched her hole to the limit. Slowly, inch by inch, I worked the full 10 inches of the shaft into her ass. "How do you like having this cock in your ass?" I inquired. "Oh, ma'am, it feels so big. It feels so good. Please fuck me. Please fuck me with your cock." she implored. Slowly, I started stroking the big dildo in and out of her ass. I'd never fucked someone in the ass before. It was an amazing sensation. The feeling of dominance and control over her was stunning. I was mesmerized, watching her anus shrink, and then expand around the fullness of the dildo as it moved in and out of her. I knew that there would be nothing she could do to more completely demonstrate her submission to my desires. As the dildo moved in and out of her butt, she started moaning and cooing. I could tell from the sounds that she was thoroughly enjoying the experience. "Stick your fingers in your pussy and rub your clit!" I whispered. She must have been anticipating the order. Without hardly adjusting her position she thrust her fingers into her sex. Now she was becoming a grunting, groaning animal. With each thrust of the dildo in her ass she became more and more excited. "Please ma'am. Please don't spank me. I've been a good girl. Please?" she whimpered. WHACK! I started spanking her ass. WHACK, WHACK, WHACK! The pain/pleasure from the ass fucking she was receiving combined with the stimulation to her pussy, and the spanking was too much. In seconds, she was screaming "Fuck me ma'am! FUCK MY ASS HARD! FUCK ME! I'M CUMMING. FUCK ME HARDER!" Over and over she shouted. At this point, my orgasms started. Each thrust into her ass was like being touched with a live wire. I wanted more! Somehow I found a way to fuck her ass even faster and harder. Finally, I could take no more. I left the dildo buried in her ass, and lightly started running my hands over her back, her buttocks, and her breasts. As I stroked her flesh, I could feel her body to continue to shudder. I was pretty sure she was continuing to have orgasms. At last, I pulled the strap-on out of her ass and took it off. I lay down next to her on the floor, crushing her body against mine. Kissing her wildly. Massaging her buttocks and kneading her breasts. She was kissing me back with abandon. Slowly, and tenderly, we relaxed in each others arms, exchanging delicate kisses, and warm hugs. While we were cuddling together I felt a small sob shake her, and a tear sliding down our skin. "What's the matter mom?" "I'm sorry", she said smiling weakly, "I just started missing your father for a minute." Over the next several weeks we fell into an easy routine. When she returned from work, we went to the gym together. While she worked out with a personal trainer, I used the equipment and got my own exercise in. Two nights a week, after the gym session, we attended a healthy cooking class at the local culinary school. On weekends, we spent time together. I found a decent salon and got her a really nice cut. We went through her wardrobe together, and started eliminating outdated and unflattering pieces. Between the workouts she was receiving at the gym, and at home, she started losing weight. By mid-summer, she had lost 20 pounds and was continuing to drop 2-3 pounds per week. Her physical transformation was starting to have a great effect. I could see that she was becoming more relaxed and happier. She wasn't morose and down all of the time. I ran into a co-worker of hers while shopping one day and she just raved about the changes that had come over my mother. When she pressed me for the details of how she was managing it, I just smiled and said "Diet and Exercise". As well as things were going, I was still worried. I was trying to figure out in my head what the impact would be when I returned to college in the fall. You see, the tears weren't coming as often, but they were still coming. One evening, while we were at the gym, I noticed a woman closely observing my mother as she went through her work-out. I thought I'd noticed her sneaking glances other times, but wrote it off as paranoia. Tonight, however, she seemed entranced. Slowly, I worked my way towards her. When I was next to her, I said: "Quite a change in my mother this summer isn't there?" Startled, she looked up. She had been focusing so intently she hadn't noticed my approach. She was a pretty woman with dark hair and a dazzling white smile. Her body had a mature build with nicely shaped hips and a full rounded chest. I thought she was totally scrumptious. "Oh, yes. I was just admiring how well she's doing." she explained. "Are you a friend of hers?" "Oh, no... Well, you see she reminds me of someone I knew in college. I noticed her the first time she came in with you." "Someone you loved?" I guessed. "Well, you certainly got to that quickly", she said flushing. "Yes. She's very much like someone I loved." "Listen", I said, "my mother has to work overtime tomorrow evening. Why don't you and I have coffee next door? How about 8:00 PM?" "That would be very nice." The next evening, after my work-out I went to the coffee shop next door and met her. We introduced ourselves, and she told me that her name was Angela Madsen. As we enjoyed our coffees, she started to tell me about herself. "When I started college, I was a virgin. I was raised in a medium sized town in Kansas, and things were kept pretty tightly under control. Honestly, I wasn't super interested in boys the way my friends were. I thought at the time, it was because the boys in our town were a bunch of lame hicks, only interested in getting laid. Of course, what I found in college were a bunch of educated jerks, only interested in getting laid..." "I went to college here in Chicago. My roommate in college was named Zoe, and she looked very much like your mother." "After college, I moved back to Kansas. My father, who owned a very large paving company, introduced me to one of his salesmen. The salesman and I were married a few months later. It only took me about three months into the marriage to realize that I'd made a terrible mistake. The man that I thought was kind and caring, was actually a gifted actor, interested in nothing more than inheriting the family business. Unfortunately, by time I made my realization I was pregnant with my daughter. After my parents died, and 20 years of marriage, I caught him screwing a woman in our bed. I'd always known he was being unfaithful, but I'd managed to ignore it up until then." "Unfortunately, for my husband, he had forgotten that my father had left the business to me. So, I fired him from his position as president of the company and had him served with divorce papers the next day. I thought I was going to end up paying a pretty hefty divorce settlement, but the private investigator hired by my attorney found out that the woman he'd been screwing was the local divorce magistrate's wife. No attorney in our town would represent him and he got nothing in the settlement." "After the divorce was finalized, I sold the paving business and moved back here to Chicago in March" Angela said. "Tell me about your daughter", I asked. "Oh, she's a wonderful girl. She's named Beverly. Beverly Jean actually, but we call her Jeannie. She attends college in Boulder." "What is she like?" I asked, although I knew a lot more of the answer than I suspected she did. "Oh, you'd like her. She's very pretty, and has a very nice personality. She's very concerned about people and always trying to help. She's volunteering in the Peace Corps this summer to start a micro venture capital foundation in Ethiopia". "I think I would like her. Tell me about your roommate Zoe." I said She stared at me, as though not quite certain whether she should share this part of herself with a stranger, but I kept quiet and stared back into her eyes. She leaned in towards me and I saw her slump down a little, becoming in that instant smaller and defeated. "When I first moved in with her, I developed a huge crush on her. She was so vibrant and alive! She had a wonderful gift of making whoever she was with feel important and special. I was so naïve. It didn't even occur to me that we could fall in love. After a few months, I met a boy named Jeremy. He was on the football team, and a major personage on campus. We went out a few times. On our third date, we were sitting in his car when he told me to put out or get out. I couldn't believe it. Screaming and crying, I got out of the car, and ran all of the way back to the dorm. When I got back to our room, Zoe was watching a movie on TV. I ran past her and threw myself sobbing on my bed. After a few minutes I felt her crawl on to the bed beside me and start cuddling me. As I was blubbering through my explanation, she slowly stroked my hair, calming me down. Finally, I was able to regain some composure. I told her that I was so lonely, and felt so unloved. Zoe looked at me with her huge brown eyes and told me she loved me. The next thing I knew, we were kissing and then making love. It was so wonderful! I finally knew the part that had been missing from my life. The next few years were the best of my life." As Angela said this, tears formed in the corners of her eyes and she stopped to blow her nose. "And then?" I said softly. "And then Zoe died in our senior year. She was coming back to school from spring break when the car she was riding in skidded into a bridge abutment and she was killed instantly." From the mechanical tone in her voice, I could tell that even after 20 years she was still horribly hurt. "I'm so sorry." Her story was having a devastating effect on me. I tried to imagine how I would continue if something happened to Jeannie. Somehow I just couldn't imagine it how I would go on. When I tried to look at my heart, and imagine it without that part present I was so hurt. At last, I really understood what my mother was going through. "I spent the rest of the school year half doped on valium. I suppose I met Frank, my husband, when I was still in shock from her death." She said, continuing on. "I'd like to think that explains my poor judgment" she said smiling weakly. "Anyhow, so much for me. Tell me about yourself and your mother." I told her about my parents, and my father's death. I also told her about the state I had found my mother in when I returned from college. I told her how I had started to help my mother get herself back together after my father's death. I left out the part about us being lovers. As we finished our coffee, I invited Angela to have dinner out with us later that week. That night, I went home and made love to my mother. It was unlike any other time, filled with a tenderness and gentleness that we'd never had before. This night, my mother comforted me as the tears rolled down my cheeks. On the night we went to dinner, I pushed my mother just a little harder to dress nicely, and then, pleading lack of time, I went dressed pretty plainly. I needn't have worried. When we arrived, I could tell that Angela wasn't looking at me. We had a nice dinner. My mother and Angela exchanged life stories, albeit without some of the more personal and wrenching details from each of them. While they were talking, I intensely focused myself on appearing serene and pleasant. Inside, my head and heart were in turmoil over the many possible outcomes I saw ahead. As the evening wore on they chatted happily, even sharing a dessert. Over the next few weeks, Angela always stopped and talked to my mother when we saw each other in the gym. Angela and Mom also started talking to each other on the phone several times a week. Mostly, it was innocuous things like how my nephews were doing, or what Angela had heard from her daughter. One night, when Angela wasn't at the gym, I noticed my mother was pretty listless. Her demeanor pretty much confirmed what I was beginning to suspect. My mother had become taken with Angela. The next time we saw Angela, I invited her to our house for dinner the following Friday. The night of the dinner, I prepared the meal. A Caesar salad and a nice pasta dish served with chicken breasts. I also got a loaf of wonderful fresh French bread and a bottle of very nice Merlot. I arranged with a girlfriend of mine to call me 5 minutes before Angela was to arrive. When my friend called, I made terribly concerned sounds and told my mother that my friend had an emergency that I had to go help her with. As Angela arrived, I was walking out the door. I quickly explained and apologized. I spent the night at my friend's house, eating pizza and watching movies. ******************************* When my daughter left and Angela arrived, I was thrilled at the chance to be alone with her. I'm old enough to recognize the symptoms of infatuation, and I had all of them. I hate being infatuated. It's all highs or lows. There's nothing in between: Angela is wonderful and charming. She likes me. No, she doesn't like me because I'm unworthy. Wait, no, she seemed pleased to see me today. No, yesterday she was distracted and distant... I wonder why she didn't call last night? But, as I said, I could recognize the symptoms and even if I can't totally master the thoughts running through my head, I can at least control them. I knew that Angela found me attractive. I could see it in her eyes when she sneaked looks at me from across the gym. The night we had dinner out she was totally focused on me. I think our waiter could have walked up to the table naked and she would have just said she didn't want any more water. When I let Angela into the house she was literally a ray of sunshine entering. The setting sun was shining through the entry way. Angela was wearing a simple sun dress with a strand of pearls. The sun shone through her dress giving me a wonderfully erotic vision of her hips and legs. It was glorious. I could feel myself go flush momentarily as I took the view in. As I welcomed Angela, I poured us both some wine, and served dinner. I noticed that even though my daughter had set the table for three, she had only prepared two chicken breasts. So much for her friend's emergency I thought. The realization that my daughter doing this for me made me realize again how wonderful a person she was, and how proud I was of her. As we ate our dinner, we talked of unimportant things. I think I was so in love with hearing her voice that nothing else really registered. After finishing our dinner, we sat at the table together; enjoying the wine and watching the sun go down. The sun was shining directly behind her head, illuminating her hair and framing her beautiful face. The effect was truly angelic. As the last rays of the sun shone over the horizon, Angela asked me what my plans and hopes for the future were. I was scared and nervous. I thought about making some sort of non-committal reply. "Oh, I'll just take life one day at a time", or "I'll just have to see what life brings." I decided that life was too short, and that I should trust my heart. With my heart hammering in my ears, I said: "I was hoping we would spend the rest of our lives together." My God, did I actually say that? How could I have been so forward? What will she think of me now? When she didn't immediately reply, I finished the last swallow of my wine and took my glass and plate to the sink. I didn't know what to do, so I stood there at the sink, filling it with hot soapy water. Standing with my back to her, warm tears streaming down my face. Slowly, I felt her come behind me and encircle me in her arms. She hugged me tightly, and then she whispered softly into my ear: Living Again Ch. 03 "I was hoping the same thing." My heart soared as I stood there quietly in her embrace. At that moment I felt so intensely loved and protected by her. It was an overpowering feeling that swept away the grief and depression that had stalked me for so long. I turned and faced her. She took my face into her hands, tenderly kissing away my tears. I was crying and sobbing. "Oh, I'm so glad. I didn't know what to say." I choked. "Shhhh, shhh," she whispered. We stood at the sink embracing while the sun's last rays reflected on us. Gently, we kissed. Our kiss started slowly, building in intensity until we were both afire. At one point, we became so engrossed, that one of us forgot to stand upright, and we almost fell on the floor. We looked at each other, the tension broken and smiled. Slowly, I took her hand and led her to my room. Quickly, I helped her out her dress and we fell on the bed together. She was so attractive I was losing myself in her. I wanted to spend the whole night caressing her; holding her and loving her. Slowly, and gently we caressed each other while kissing. I made my way down her body, gently leaving a trail of small kisses down her beautiful skin. I lingered at the places where I love to be kissed: behind her ears, at the nape of her neck, in the hollow of her neck above her collar bone. While I was kissing her, my hands roamed up and down her lovely body, massaging and kneading her flesh. When I got to her chest, I slowly took off her beautiful lacy bra. As pretty as it was, it was nothing compared to her breasts. They were large and still shapely with beautiful pink nipples. Desperately, I sucked one nipple and then the other in my mouth. Low moans were coming from Angela, and when I started sucking on her breasts, those moans increased in intensity. She grabbed the base of my neck, twining her fingers in the hair and pulled my face closer to her, urging me on, begging me to devour her. Deliberately, I traced my tongue around her firm flat stomach and then licked and sucked her navel. While I was doing this, my right hand was lazily tracing the borders of her panties. At last, I worked my way down to my prize. Arching her back, she helped me pull her panties off. Her bush was neatly trimmed, and lovely. The deep black of her hair contrasted with her milky white skin, and the red and pink hues of her pussy. Her scent was marvelous and exhilarating, a tangled mixture of woman, body powder, and perfume. I inhaled it deeply, letting the aroma of her excitement wash over me, heightening my own arousal. Delicately, I explored her with my tongue lightly opening the folds of her labia before licking her strongly with deep broad strokes. I alternated the pace, at first strong and vigorous, then delicate and feather light. After I brought her to the edge of an orgasm several times, she could no longer take it and she began pleading with me, urging me to make her cum. "Please honey. Please make me cum. Oh. Please!" With increasing urgency I focused my attention on her clit. Soon, the room was filled with her cries. "Oh, my! Oh, I'm cumming. That's so good. Oh, OH!" As her first orgasm subsided, I inserted my index finger into her and started stroking it in and out. At the same time, I renewed my attention on her clit. In no time, she was rocked again by a powerful orgasm. After cumming several more times, she finally pushed my face away from her. My whole body was now hyper-aware. I could feel every fiber of the sheets against my skin, every soft breeze from the open window. Quickly, I took off my bra and panties positioned my pussy against her and slowly started rocking. Grinding our pussies against each other. As I did this, Angela started caressing and kneading my breasts. Then grasping my butt and pulling me faster and more urgently against her. As I felt my orgasm building, Angela drew me down to her face, kissing me, pressing her self against me. "I love you." she whispered. "I love you too." I moaned. The emotional and physical intensity of our coupling was the most powerful thing I had experienced. It started like a small brook, simply and easily flowing, becoming stronger, and turning into a powerful storm swollen creek, merging into a torrential raging river, resounding and crashing against the walls of a deep and narrow canyon, washing away everything in its path and leaving nothing behind. Exhausted and spent we fell asleep in each other's arms. In the morning, when we woke up, we resumed our love making. The ease and comfort we felt with each other was wonderful. I wasn't just making love to a wonderful, beautiful woman; I was making love to a friend. Someone who loved and cared about me. As we lay in each other's arms, I saw a reflection and heard my daughter's car pull in. Excusing myself, I put on a house coat and went down to talk to her. I found her seated on her bed, looking pensive and more than a little worried. "Thank you for last night dear" I said, "I appreciate your arranging for Angela and I to be alone. I'm not sure I would have had the courage without your help. We had the most - spectacular evening." I grinned. "Umm. I don't understand. What do you mean?" my daughter asked nervously. "I noticed that even though you set the table for three, you only cooked two chicken breasts for the meal." That night was 6 years ago. Angela and I are together now and very much in love. It hasn't always been easy. My sons were a little floored when both my daughter and I came out of the closet at the same time, but they managed to cope. My daughter and Jeannie are also together. They both finished college and went to medical school together. My daughter became an orthopedic surgeon and Jeannie became a cosmetic surgeon. This summer they're taking a trip together to perform reconstructive surgery on children with birth defects. That summer taught me how precious and fragile life is, but how wonderful love makes it.