0 comments/ 102983 views/ 31 favorites My Favorite MILF Ch. 01 By: jAnus17 Part 1 -- His Mother tops the list -- for his buddies, and for him... Storyline: MILFS had become a popular topic amongst the guys. The more he thought about it the more he realized that his own Mother had always been his. She was also at the top of the list for most of his friends, though they would never tell him that! Enjoy! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Facing the facts... He got home early. It was a warm summer day with the sun at its peak. He figured his Mother had gone out since everything was so quiet. He slipped on his swimsuit and headed for the pool. He saw her just in time. The sight of his Mother, fully nude, stretched out on the pool lounger, stopped him in his tracks. She was on her stomach having her ass (and everything else) kissed by the sun's rays and the gentle breeze. I have to come home early more often, he thought to himself. He stood quietly in the doorway and watched her for a long time. He studied every line and curve, from head to toe. She was almost forty but still gorgeous as hell. She had been only nineteen when he was born. He was a happy accident, as some unplanned children are called. But she had married his Father and together they made a go of it. Life had been good if a little hard in the beginning. He continued to watch her. Her image was burned into his brain. He never grew tired of looking at her. Her ass made his mouth water and his dick get hard instantly. He could see enough of her pussy to know that she shaved. He liked that. If she weren't my Mother, he mused... When they thought he wouldn't notice he had seen a few of his friends eye her lustfully. They never said anything to his face of course. But he was pretty sure she was high on the MILF list of his buddies. He couldn't blame them. In his heart of hearts he knew that she was at the top of his MILF list too. She had been for years. She had been the cause of his first woody. He had accidentally caught her stepping out of the shower. Surprised the hell out of both of them. She quickly grabbed a towel and turned her back to him. Her beautiful ass had excited him more than anything else ever had, before or since. The sight of her, as the water dripped down her back, over her hips, and fell from her ass was permanently etched into his brain. It took him awhile to sort out his feelings and come to terms with things. But in the end he found some kind of peace in admitting that he wanted his Mother more than any other woman he had ever known -- as well as the fact he could never have her. Yeah, the lust for her was there. But he also loved her more than anyone, even more than his own life. Above all things he just wanted her to be happy. It had been particularly hard after his Dad had died a couple of years earlier. It was a stupid car accident, as most of them are. His Mother had turned to him for support. That was the reason why he had delayed moving away from home. She seemed better now. But every time he brought up the idea of getting his own place she pleaded with him to stay. All she had to do was ask. There was nothing he could refuse her. Damn, she looked so beautiful! Her skin was flawless and well toned. Her full, round ass begged to be kissed, spanked, fucked -- at least in his mind it did. His dick got so hard it hurt. He mindlessly stroked it as he looked at her. Her cell phone rang. As she started to stir he slipped back to his room for some well needed relief. * * * * * * * Setting the stage... When he came back later he found her still by the pool. He made some noise so she would know he was home. She put her bathing suit on -- what little there was of it. The top barely covered her tits. The bottom was a thong that had the good fortune of spending its time in the sweet warmth of her pussy and between the cheeks of her beautiful ass. He would have traded places with it in a heart beat. "Hi dear. Seems you're home a bit early." He kissed her on the head then sat down on the lounger beside her. She stayed on her stomach but turned her head to look at him. She was a lovely golden brown all over. Not a tan line to be seen. Up close she took his breath away even more than usual. His occasional glance at her ass didn't escape her. She found herself aroused by it. The fact that such a young man would find her attractive pleased her -- even if that young man was her son. "Yeah, fairly quiet at work so I slipped out early. Gonna be crazy starting next week though. We're about to start a big project." "Not another one of those where I hardly get to see you for weeks on end!?" She sounded disappointed, almost pouting. "Afraid so, Mother. This one is expected to last about six months, though most of my part will be in the first three." "Oh, dear! You're too young to be working so hard! You need to have more fun in your life. Any girls in your life I should know about?" "No. Not at the moment. Not a good time to look for one either. I'm building my career and don't have much time for anything else. Lots of time later for relationships..." "What about that girl you were seeing a couple of months ago?" "Carol? She's an old friend. We hook up once in awhile. But it's nothing serious between us -- at least not romantically. She's very busy with her career too." "Well, it's not good that you stay so buried in your work all the time. Your Father and I built a business and we had you to take care of. But we always found time for each other..." "I know, Mother. You and Dad are special people. But this is how it is for me. Besides, why would I go looking anywhere else when I have the most beautiful woman in the world right here?" he said as he leaned forward and mischievously planted a firm kiss on the full, fleshy part of each cheek of her ass. As his lips moved from one cheek to the other it felt like the beautiful valley between them was calling him in. It took all of his will power to resist the call. In that sweet darkness was his Mother's asshole. He had dreamed about it and wanted it for as long as he could remember. No other woman he had known affected him that way. He liked ass. They were a lot of fun. But he hungered for his Mother's -- especially her asshole. She was the only woman he had ever felt that way about. Each kiss only lasted a second. But in that brief time he felt a connection with his Mother unlike any he had ever known. Something deep inside each of them reached out and connected with the other one. He knew his Mother felt it too by the brief flash in her eyes as she looked over her shoulder at him. From balls to bones the feel of her ass felt so good on his lips -- so damn right... Her mouth opened in complete surprise. He had never done such a thing before. "Stop that!" she scolded him, though his kisses had touched her to her core. "What if someone saw you?" "Then I would tell them that I consider it an honor to kiss the ass of the most gorgeous woman in the world!" He leaned forward to kiss her bum again. "Don't you dare!" She turned on her side, away from him. "What's gotten into you?" There was as much laughter as seriousness in her voice. Her face was flushed. It had taken every ounce of her will power to turn. Her ass, with a mind of its own, wanted to stay and receive more of his kisses -- all it could get. Her bum tingled deliciously, especially her asshole. So did her pussy. "Nothing. You know I adore you..." "And I adore you too. But you shouldn't be kissing me like that!" "Why? Didn't you like it?" "That's not the point! I'm your Mother!" "Ah, so you did like it!?" She blushed. He thought it looked adorable on her. "Never mind! If it has reached the point where you have to kiss my sorry butt then you really are way overdue for a date" she laughed. "I'm offended!" "About what?" "I don't kiss sorry butts. I only kiss beautiful ones. And yours is the most lovely one in the world." She shook her finger at him. "Now I know you are just teasing me!" she laughed. But in her heart she treasured the compliment. Her husband had loved her bum too. He had affectionately patted and caressed it quite often. But he had never kissed it. She knew from the feeling she got from her son's lips that when he said he adored her it was more than words. "Never..." His eyes sparkled. She smiled, then leaned back into the chair. "You're such a good son. Dinner will be in an hour. OK?" "Fine with me" he said as he lay back for some rays. She reached over to hold his hand. Even that innocent touch from his Mother stirred deep things within him. He kissed her hand. "I do adore you, Mother." "I know. And I adore you too..." She squeezed his hand. "I know..." he said as he kissed her hand slowly several times and held it to his lips. She felt more of his love and adoration flow into her. It was a feeling that her husband, his Father, always gave her. But with her son it was stronger. * * * * * * * A different direction... They had a quiet dinner together by the pool. It was a lovely evening. She surprised him with the news that she had a date. She had met the guy through some on line service. He was happy to hear that his Mother was getting out again. She had loved his Father very much. And he had adored her. But it had been two years since the accident. And though she was almost 40 she was quite stunning. But she wasn't getting any younger. Then again, with the recent trend of older women hooking up with younger men, he knew she wouldn't have any trouble getting someone if she really wanted to. He knew that even some of his own buddies would jump into bed with her in a second. Not that they shared that info with him. But he could see the way they looked at her when they thought he didn't notice. He shook his head. Somehow the idea of his Mother with someone his own age, especially one of his own buds, didn't sit so well with him... After dinner she left to get dressed for her date. When she returned she surprised him again. It was not too obvious to anyone who didn't know her. But to him it seemed she was wearing too much makeup. He had always known her to be conservative in that area. Maybe she felt some insecurity and was over compensating. Still, to him she looked too much like a, well, whore is the word that came to his mind. Her clothes were also more revealing than any he had remembered her ever wearing. He wasn't sure what to make of it. She was a grown woman and it really wasn't his business. Still, he felt that uncomfortable feeling in his gut that usually was a good indicator that something was wrong. He just couldn't put his finger on it. Her date arrived at eight. He seemed nice enough. Still, that feeling in his gut wouldn't stop. He watched them drive away. Many thoughts went through his mind. She had said she would be late, maybe very late. For some reason that didn't sit so well with him either. * * * * * * * Things go sideways... He awoke from an uneasy sleep. It was four in the morning. He heard his Mother on the stairs. He got to the hall just as she was getting to her room. She smiled and apologized for waking him up. She seemed a little too drunk for him. She had never been much of a drinker. Also she seemed to walk funny. Maybe it was too much booze. But something else seemed wrong. That feeling in his gut got worse. Why come home at four? If you are going to stay out that late then spend all night. Maybe it was none of his business, but he promised himself he would find out what was going on. Over the next couple of days he noticed that she didn't spend any time sun bathing, which she loved to do, especially naked. She seemed to keep herself more covered up than was appropriate on the warm days. The odd things were piling up. By accident he caught her in the bathroom. He needed to get ready for work and she hadn't locked the door. She tried to cover the bruises on her tits and thighs and ass, but she was too late. The look in her eyes was one of fear, and shame, and pleading. At first he was scared. How badly was she hurt? Then he thought of how she must have gotten those marks. He wanted to kill the son of a bitch! "We need to talk" he said firmly. She nodded. He left her to get dressed. * * * * * * * Out of the closet... She met him in the living room. He had notified his work that he would not be in for awhile, maybe not all day. He had a family situation to take care of. They were a good bunch to work for. And he was one of their most valuable employees. They didn't ask any questions and he didn't offer any details. She sat across from him, her eyes down. "How badly are you hurt, Mother?" he finally asked her, softly. "It looks worse than it is." She tried to smile, but it was awkward. "Why didn't you report him?" "Because he didn't do anything wrong..." "What!? It looks like he beat the hell out of you! I want to kill the bastard!!" "No, son, please! He only did what I asked him to..." She looked down again. She felt shame at having to admit this to her son. "What??" He didn't know what to think or feel. Many things were running around in his head, and his gut. She looked him in the eye and explained her story. She had always had this wilder side. But his Father was not comfortable with it. She loved him so much that she figured her kinky nature would settle down. She knew she would never find another man as good as her husband, or anyone who would love her more. And it had turned out well. He loved and pampered her every day of their marriage. He had left her well off. And he had left her with a beautiful son. Since she had opened herself up to the idea of dating again she had wanted to see if she could get some of the spice in a new relationship that she couldn't have with her husband. As she let these thoughts and feelings come to life she came to realize things that even surprised her. "I'm sorry to disappoint you son. But I have come to see that this is what I really am. If I could find someone as good as your Father who could accept me this way then I would be the happiest woman in the world. But now I will just have to see what I can get. I can't be alone any more..." He was listening intently to every word. His head and his gut were tied in knots. He didn't know what to make of any of it. But some things were becoming clear. He kicked himself for not being more sensitive to her needs. They had a great relationship. But she was a vibrant woman and needed more than a son could give her. "I don't know how successful I'll be" she continued. "But I have to try. I want -- no... I need -- to be someone's whore, son. I want to find a good man who will make me his... his... slave..." she said softly. She studied her son's face for his reaction to the last word -- slave. He was shocked at her admission. But there was more in his look than she could read. "Your Father was wonderful. But I knew he would never accept this side of me. He wouldn't even spank me playfully, which I so often wanted him to." She continued to look steadily into his eyes. He appreciated her honesty. He realized how hard it was for her to admit these things, first to herself, then to him. He could see and feel her pain. His brain was still short circuiting. This was a far stretch from what he had ever known about his Mother. She was strong and independent. She had always been kind and gentle. But she had never seemed to be docile or submissive. And her interest in bondage and discipline was a total surprise. He also appreciated the fact that his Father would never have raised a hand to her -- not even to spank her lovely ass erotically. The admission that she liked to be spanked made him horny as hell. Unlike his Father he looked for women who were into ass play. Having a woman who liked to be spanked was a treat in his book. He had to fight off visions of his Mother's beautiful ass over his knee. "So I take it that this guy didn't work out?" he said, to refocus his thoughts. "No. He really is a nice man. He also knew that since I had no experience in this that it might fail. I loved a lot of what he did. But he wanted to take things further than I could handle -- further than I may ever be able to handle... He wanted me to stay until morning, but I felt too uncomfortable." He went to the bar and poured himself a scotch, neat. He didn't usually drink before noon, but this wasn't a usual day. He decided to pour her one as well. He handed her the drink, pulled the foot stool up in front of her, then sat down. They studied each others faces for awhile. "I love you, Mother" he finally said as he took her hand and kissed it. "All this is a bit of a shock, for sure. But don't ever feel ashamed or afraid of who you are, or what you feel, at least not with me..." Her eyes got wet. She put her arm around his neck and kissed his cheek. "Thank you. You are a good son. And I love you so much." "And I love you, Mother. I hope you find a good man who will love and accept you -- and adore you, like you deserve." "Thank you. I would be happy to be loved and accepted. Adoration would be nice too..." She smiled. Then the look in her eye changed. He saw a resolve, mixed with a bit of fear, that he had never seen in her before. He found it disarming. "But I already know the best man in the world. And I would give myself to him in a heart beat, if he would have me..." In some ways this admission made him happy and sad. If she did find someone then their relationship would change. He felt like a selfish bastard for it, but in his heart of hearts he was happy he had been the only man in her life. At least he had thought he was. Now there was this mystery man. That didn't sit well. In some way he couldn't explain even to himself he felt she belonged to him. "Have you tried talking to him?" "Nooo. There is a very big problem..." "Like what? Is he married? Unless he has a damn good reason, like being married or in a coma, he would have to be a total fool to not want you!" "You're so sweet. But he has the most serious reason in the world not to want me..." He chuckled nervously. "OK, Mother, you're killing me here. What other reason could be so serious?" She stared at him for a few moments. She wasn't sure if she should speak. She knew her next words would alter their lives forever -- and maybe for the worst. She caressed his cheek. "Because he is my son..." she said slowly and softly. He almost dropped his drink. His eyes widened. He pushed the foot stool away from her. "What are you saying, Mother?" Her gaze and her voice were steady -- and full of love. "I want to be YOUR whore, son. I want to be YOUR slave..." His breathing got shallow and rapid. His heart raced. He suddenly felt like the world was closing in on him. He quickly went to the patio for air. She sat there, as stunned as he was. She had gone too far, she was afraid. Would he ever understand or forgive her? * * * * * * * Coming to terms... Several moments later he returned. He couldn't look at her. He poured another drink. He stood by the patio door looking at the sky. She came and stood slightly behind him, to his side. "I'm sorry, son. I never should have told you that." He shook his head. The pain in her voice was breaking his heart. "It's OK, Mother..." "No it isn't. I am so selfish! There must be some special place in hell for Mothers like me..." He turned to look at her. She was staring at the ground. He lifted her head so he could look into her eyes. His voice was full of tenderness. "If there is, then it is right next to the part that is reserved for sons who want a Mother just like you..." he said softly, barely a whisper. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened. "Are you saying what I think you are saying?" "I'm saying that if you are a bad Mother, then I am a worse son. I didn't react the way I did out of some moral indignation. I was shocked. But it was because you read my heart completely." He gently kissed her lips. "I want you more than I could ever want anyone. So if you must be some man's whore, his slave, then you will be my whore, my slave. Maybe I'm a selfish bastard, but I don't want any other man to have you..." My Favorite MILF Ch. 01 Her breathing quickened. She grew weak in the knees. He pulled her to himself and held her tight. Her head was resting on his shoulder. He turned his head so his mouth was pressing against her ear. "So, will you be my whore, Mother?" he whispered. She nodded her head. "Yes, son, I would love to be your whore -- with all my heart." He waited a few seconds. "Good." He kissed her ear. "And do you give yourself to me as my slave -- freely, openly, unconditionally?" Her heart started to race. She was filling with fear, excitement, joy. "Yes -- Master." The sound of that word from her mouth excited both of them. "I give myself to you freely... openly... unconditionally..." She kissed his cheek. "Do with me what you will. Just, please, Master, love me..." He smiled and kissed her cheek. "You know I will always love you, Mother. And now I will also love you as my whore, as my slave..." He held her tighter. "I will use you... I will hurt you to the limits that you can bear... But I will always love you, cherish you, and protect you." He paused. He could feel her trembling. Her breath was so hot on his cheek. "And all I demand in return is your total love, loyalty - and obedience..." She held him tighter. "Yes, Master. It will be my joy to be your obedient whore, your slave. Loving and serving you will be my life..." Her voice was filled with relief - and with laughter. She pulled back and looked into his eyes. Love was pouring from hers. She felt like a teenager again. "I will be the most obedient and loving slave any Master has ever had!" He smiled. He stroked her hair. "We shall see..." The look in his eye unnerved her. It was not hard or cruel. It was a look she had never seen on anyone, let alone her son. She immediately recognized that it was the look she had been longing to see. It was the look of ownership, of total dominance. It was the look that told her she had found him -- her true Master. She stepped back. Her hands automatically reached for his crotch as she started to sink to her knees.. He gently slapped them away and pulled her to her feet. "The first rule is you don't touch me unless I say so." His voice told her that he expected total and immediate obedience. His gaze was strong and steady. It surprised and excited her at the same time. Even he was surprised at how easily he was adapting to his new role as her Master. But then again, it had been his heart's desire to find such a woman. The fact that she was his Mother made it sweet beyond words. She looked down. "Yes, Master. I'm sorry, Master." He loved the new tone in her voice. His chest and his balls swelled with the new power he had over her. He loosed her hair. It was long, and black, and shiny, with natural waves and curls. It reached half way down her back. He had always loved her hair. "You will wear your hair down unless I give you permission to wear it otherwise. It is too beautiful to hide. And you will grow it until the ends of it tickle and kiss your ass -- all of it, especially your asshole." "Yes, Master." She smiled, pleased that he loved her hair so much. His last comment about it kissing her ass stirred her juices. The way he said asshole made hers tingle. She loved that word -- asshole. Especially when he said it in reference to hers. She had always been anally inclined. She was anxious to learn just how much of that she had passed along to her son. It seemed that it may have been more than she had dared think. The way he said the word -- asshole -- told her he had passionate inclinations that matched her own. He took a napkin and began to clean the makeup from her face. "You may use lotions and moisturizers but I do not want to see any makeup on you. No lipstick, or any other kind of paint. Not without my permission." "Master? But I want to look beautiful for you..." He smiled. "And does my slave think she knows better than I do what I find beautiful?" She looked down. "No, Master..." "Good. Now look at me." She looked up. Her cheeks were slightly flushed. She realized that she had much to learn to be a proper slave. "I have always thought of you as my incredibly beautiful Mother. But now, as my whore, as my slave, you are more beautiful to me than I could ever have imagined. I want to see your lovely features, untouched. But most of all I want to see the love pouring from your eyes. I want to see that inner light that makes you my whore and my slave shining from every pore of your body. I want to see it glistening on every part of you. That is your true beauty. That is the beauty that pleases me. You are the most beautiful slave in the world. Never do anything to hide any of that from me..." Her heart was racing. Her breathing was heavy. "I won't. Thank you, Master" was all she could whisper in her excitement. Her heart was pounding like it hadn't in years. He smiled again. He found his love and desire for her growing like a tidal wave. "Good. That brings me to the next rule. So that I may always enjoy your beauty, you will be totally naked whenever we are alone." "Yes, Master." His words pleased and excited her. She was delighted that he so loved her body and wanted to always have it on display for his pleasure. "Good. Now go and clean yourself up. I want you back here in fifteen minutes -- without makeup or clothes. We have much to take care of..." "Yes, Master" she said as she ran to do his bidding. She felt like a little child. He had to sit down. It had taken all of his will power to not take her right there on the patio. So many thoughts and feeling raced around inside his head, his gut, his balls. His genitals were screaming for release -- for her, his Mother, his whore, his slave... He tried to calm himself for what was to come. He also found himself very pleasantly surprised at how easy things were progressing -- considering it was only noon and the woman who was his Mother at breakfast was now his whore and his slave in the early afternoon. He mulled those words over. He especially liked the word slave. His heart raced and his dick hardened at the world that word opened up for them... * * * * * * * Afternoon delight... He sat in his favorite chair and stared at the sky through the patio doors. He closed his eyes. The sound of the gentle breeze and the birds singing helped to calm him. The throbbing in his groin lessened. The pounding in his chest began to subside. There was only one thing that would make it go away completely. But it wasn't time for that. He would have her later -- and often. But not yet... He heard her return. He kept his eyes closed. He couldn't tell if she was naked, but he heard the tell tale signs of high heels. He smiled to himself. What was it with high heels? he mused. You could get two women wrestling in mud, buck naked, but they still had to have their shoes on! He had heard it was some kind of an empowerment thing. Maybe. The right shoes on a woman sometimes looked glorious. But sometimes it just looked down right ridiculous to him. She stopped moving. He felt her close. He opened his eyes a slit. She was kneeling on the floor beside his legs, but not touching them. She was totally naked, as he had ordered her to be, except for the shoes. She had her head down. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders and her breasts. She was such a lovely slave. "What part of totally naked didn't you understand?" "Master?" Her tone held a slight edge of fear. "Lose the shoes. Your feet are too beautiful to be trapped in those things." She could barely hide her smile. "Yes, Master" she said as she removed the shoes and put them out of site. "I'm sorry, Master." "I will let it go this time. But you really must learn to listen more carefully. Otherwise I will have to find ways to punish you." "Please forgive me, Master." Butterflies filled her stomach. She wondered how he would punish her if he felt she needed it. She thought of the many ways she would like to have him do it. He looked into her eyes. He nodded. "I want another scotch, neat. Get yourself something if you like." She nodded. He watched her walk to the bar. Most of the bruises were gone but a few of them still marred the perfection of her creamy ass. He watched her every move. She was the most desirable woman he had ever seen. And she was his whore, his slave. He looked forward to exploring that to the full. Before she could turn from the bar he told her to stand still. His eyes slowly traced every line of her from head to toe. He loved every curve, especially the fullness of her hips and ass. She said she liked to be spanked. His favorite was OTK. The picture of her bare ass over his knee to do what he pleased with made his balls swell. He was sure there were many other things she would like done with her bum. He planned to spend a lot with time with it, exploring every form of pleasure it could give -- and receive. The way her hair cascaded over her shoulders added to his excitement. His genitals screamed at him to bend her over right there and then. When it came to things anal he was definitely his Mother's son. She stood perfectly still. She knew he was examining her closely with his eyes. It excited her that her Master loved to look at her. It felt so right to be naked in front of him, the both of them glorying in her feminine beauty. She found it ironic that becoming his slave had finally brought her the freedom to become the feminine animal she always felt was trapped inside. She could feel his stare on her ass. Her anus and pussy tingled. What would he do with them, she wondered. She knew he was into anal play and would explore many things with her. She wanted him to bend her over right then and there. It had been so long since her cunt had felt a man's need... He gave her permission to move again. She came back and held the drink out to him. He took it. She knelt in the same spot. He examined her face. Not a speck of lipstick, eyeliner, or any other makeup was visible. She had some fine wrinkles around her eyes, but they were barely noticeable. For the most part her skin was very smooth for a woman who was almost forty. Most of all she had that inner glow of a free female animal that he wanted to see -- and to cultivate. He gently took each breast in his hands and examined the traces of bruising that remained. His touch thrilled her to her toes. He told her to stand. He inspected the marks on her thighs. He had her turn. He ran his hands over her ass. The bruises were still tender. He gently kissed each one. That indescribable feeling he had felt earlier when his lips had touched the silkiness of her ass returned. He wanted to bend her over and, starting with her asshole, kiss her from head to toe -- to worship her completely. It struck him that he had never seen her asshole -- except for the thousands of times he pictured it in his mind. It was a treat he was looking forward to. Everything in its own time... A shiver ran through her with each kiss. He also noticed some marks on her that could only be from being bound. While she moved around at her son's commands she found herself becoming more excited than she had ever been. She found herself becoming very comfortable in her new role as his slave. It gave her a peace she had never known. Part of it was due to the fact that her Master was her son. She knew he loved her deeply and that he would never hurt her -- that he would give his own life to protect her. And like his Father he was a truly good man. How could she not love and trust and serve such a Master with all her heart? Being totally naked in front of him, being examined freely by his eyes and hands and lips, brought emotions out of her that she didn't know she had. Every touch was so gentle, but strong. And she felt something else in his touch -- ownership. She wanted to feel that from his hands all over her. She wanted him to use her in whatever way pleased him. She wanted him to use her in every way that a man could use a woman -- in pleasure and pain. And she wanted it often. With every passing second she was becoming more and more his whore, his slave. She wanted it -- him - to totally enfold her, consume her... He motioned for her to kneel again. She did. She sat back on her heels. Her shoulders were erect. Her breasts hung naturally. She did not thrust them out or make any attempt to hide them. Soon her nakedness was a natural thing to both of them. He thoroughly enjoyed being able to see her beauty, all of it, any time he wanted to. She took joy in being able to show it to him. "Did he fuck you?" She hesitated slightly at the directness of the question. "No, Master." He was happier to hear her say that than he was willing to admit. "But he did bind you?" "Yes, Master." "Tell me what happened that night. But first get me another drink" he said as he handed her the glass. For a second her Motherly instincts kicked in and she was going to scold him for his drinking. The look in his eye warned her that it was not a slave's place to berate her Master. She nodded and rose to get him his drink. His eyes feasted on her as she walked away, and returned. His gaze felt like warm oil all over her body. When she was on her knees again she told him how they had agreed to work on the bondage and discipline side first. Once they had found some common ground with that, then they would see what sexual activity they would bring into it, if any. She wasn't sure if it was because she was so new to it, but she found herself getting very uncomfortable. He didn't force her, but he did try to encourage her to go on -- to work through her fears. For the most part she enjoyed the binding and the pain he inflicted on her. He was an experienced slave owner and knew how to hurt without harming. But she realized that her problem was that she didn't feel totally comfortable with him. What she needed was someone she truly felt she could give herself to. He listened to her carefully. He sipped his drink slowly, thinking about his next question. She knelt beside him patiently, letting her new position as his slave sink in. It had been the subject of her dreams, and the desire of her heart, for many months. But it had happened so quickly -- easier than she expected it would. She had feared it would never happen at all. After all, he was her son no matter how much she wanted him! "When did you realize you wanted to give yourself to me?" "I have wanted to give myself to you for months. It was the other night that I made the decision to tell you." She searched his eyes for his reaction. She couldn't read him. He told her to continue. "When I realized that I I could only give myself to someone I could love and trust completely, it hit me that the only man I felt that way about was you. For a long time I would fantasize about these things and how I wish I could have shared them with your Father. Over time I found images of you replacing him." She blushed. "I found myself being very disgusted and aroused by those thoughts. Eventually I just accepted them as fantasies and that they would pass when I found someone. But the experiences of the other night made me realize that I was kidding myself. They weren't just fantasies. I had to accept that the one I want, the only one I want -- will ever want - is you..." He held out his hand to her. She took it and kissed it lovingly, reverently. He pulled her up onto his lap. She curled up in his arms easily. He looked into her eyes. "And I have wanted you forever" he said as he gently kissed her lips. Excitement at his admission flashed in her eyes. From her asshole in all directions she started to tingle. She kissed him passionately. "How may I please you, Master? How may I love you? How may I serve you - worship you...?" She could feel his rock hard erection digging into her hip. She wanted it in her pussy, in her mouth, in her ass. Her cunt was getting wet. They kissed several more times. Long pent up passions were rising in both of them. He loved the feel of her on his lap, in his arms. He wanted to hold, love, cherish, and protect her forever. Her kisses were sweeter than he had believed kisses could be. Her passion matched his own. They fed each other with it. "Please, Master. How can your slave serve you?" He gently traced her lips with his finger tips. The hunger in her eyes reached down to his balls. Slave... He had always loved that word. In his deepest dreams he had wondered what it would be like to own one -- a willing one. He didn't have to wonder any more. And his slave was his Mother, the person he wanted and adored more than anyone else in the world. He let a smile dance on his lips. "Later. I will let you surprise me my sweet whore. You will get the chance to show me just how good a slave you can be..." "Later, Master?" She sounded so disappointed. "When?" He stroked her hair. "Tonight. When I return. I got a call while you were upstairs. I am needed at the office." He gently kissed her lips. Hers reached for him hungrily. Her hand reached for his erection. "Will Master let me take care of him before he goes?" He held her by the wrist. His look was stern. "Have you forgotten the first rule already?" "No, Master, but..." The look of disappointment on his face broke her heart. "I was hoping I wouldn't have to punish you so soon." He held her hand up and slapped the back of it gently several times. She looked from her hand to his face. He had never struck her before! They were only token slaps. He had much to work out as to how he would punish her -- if he ever would. He was still torn between the fact that she was his Mother, even if she was now also his whore and slave. He knew she was into bondage and discipline. He wanted to explore that to the full with her. But they were new things to him. Outside of some playful spankings he had never struck a woman in any way. It would take some time to figure everything out. Still, the look on her face told him that the token gesture was enough for now. It pleased him that her look of hurt was not for being punished, but that she had to be, because she had disappointed him. He loved and cherished her even more for that. Yes, he thought to himself, she is a pure slave who just needs time to be fully set free from her inhibitions. He grew harder at the prospects. "When I said I would punish you what did you think? That I would take you over my knee? Why would I do that? Your ass didn't disobey me so why would I punish it?" "Yes, Master. Of course. Thank you, Master." "Good. But your mouth also disobeyed me..." She was surprised at what he was saying. But she had done wrong. And it was his way to punish the offending part of her. She nodded. She held her face out to him. She closed her eyes. He told her to open them. He very gently gave her a slap on each side of her mouth, barely touching her. This gesture made enough of an impression too. "Thank you, Master. I am so sorry I disappointed you..." Her eyes were getting wet. It wasn't from his blows. They were actually more like caresses. But she so wanted to please him. It had been only a couple of hours and already he had to punish her. She felt so ashamed at having failed her Master. "It's over now. You did wrong and you have been punished. I went easy with you because this is all so new. I know you want to serve and please me completely -- and that you will. So this has been a good experience. You now know I will punish you if I have to -- and how I will." She nodded. He smiled. "And as for your sweet ass, my beautiful slave, I have many plans for it. Plans of both pleasure and pain. But then again, I have many plans for all of you..." He kissed her gently. "I have to go." * * * * * * * Getting to know you... He arrived home just after six and found her in the kitchen. She was wearing a loose fitting sarong, with sandals. Her hair was up. She was putting the finishing touches on dinner. She hadn't heard him. He stood in the doorway watching her. He always felt so peaceful when he watched her. If there was such a thing as poetry in motion, she was it. When she turned and saw him she almost dropped the plate she was carrying. My Favorite MILF Ch. 01 "Master!" He would never get tired of the sound of that. He smiled with some amusement as she quickly put the plate down, kicked off her sandals, whipped the sarong off, and let her hair down. Then she knelt in front of him. "I'm sorry. I know I should be naked but someone came to the door, and I..." He put his fingers to her lips. "Shhh... It's alright. You may dress however you need to when I'm not home." He pulled her into his arms and kissed her gently. She kissed him back hungrily. "I missed you, Master..." "And I missed you too. But business is done. We have the weekend to ourselves. After dinner we will see just how good a slave you can be..." "Yes, Master. I have been thinking about it all day..." She took the food and placed it on the table. When he had sat down she knelt beside his chair. He motioned for her to sit with him. They enjoyed a pleasant meal together as Mother and son. He showered and changed while she cleaned up. He got them each a glass of wine and headed for the patio. She stopped at the door nervously. He smiled. Their back yard was fairly well closed in. But it was possible to see portions of it from the right angle. He let her cover herself with a towel as she crossed to where he was sitting. She quickly dropped the towel as soon as she could. She loved being naked. Now she had an extra reason -- to please her Master. "Thank you, Master. I'm sorry, but..." "It's OK. Your beauty is for my eyes only. I am a selfish Master. I don't want to share you with anyone." They sat for awhile and enjoyed the cool evening breeze. He reached over and held her hand. He could feel her desire for him through that simple touch. He knew she could feel his desire for her. "It's Friday night. Let's go dancing" he said out of the blue. "Dancing, Master?" "Yes, dancing. You still like to dance don't you, Mother?" It felt strange to her now to have him call her Mother. It had been less than a day since she had become his slave. But in those few hours she had become so comfortable with it that the thought of also being his Mother had barely crossed her mind. "Yes, I do, Master. But it has been a long time." "All the more reason for us to go then." "What should I wear, Master?" He leaned over and looked into her eyes. "Are you my whore, my slave?" "Yes, Master, always." "Good. Then dress like it. Don't make yourself look cheap. But I want you to do whatever you have to do to show everyone that you are a whore and a slave -- and the most beautiful one the world has ever seen. And most importantly, I want you to show them that you belong to me..." Her face beamed. "Yes, Master." "Good. Now get your sweet ass upstairs. And when you come down I want you to dazzle me." "Yes, Master. I will..." She ran to her assigned task. I'm sure you will, he said softly to himself, you always do. * * * * * * * Let the games begin... It took her just under an hour. He heard her shoes on the stairs and went to greet her. She took his breath away. She hesitated for a second when he looked at her. Had she done too much? Not enough? The look of pleasant surprise and adoration in his eyes quickly told her that she had done just right. Her face beamed as she descended the stairs. She wore black high heel sandals, with gold accent, that laced up over her calf muscles. Her hair was partially up, partially down. It has been said that a woman's crown is her hair. She wore hers royally. Her black satin evening gown, also with gold accent, was short, but not too short. It showed that she was a beautiful woman, but left some to the imagination. Her face had just the hint of makeup on it. It brought out her features well, like makeup should. It didn't make her look painted or cheap. The only splash of color was the deep red lipstick she wore and the sparkling green of her eyes. She looked like a five thousand dollar a night call girl - a stunningly beautiful whore. She stopped on the second last step. "Are you pleased, Master" she asked, though it was obvious from his face that he was more than pleased. "Pleased, my sweet slave? Who wouldn't be pleased at the sight of such a Goddess?" She blushed at his words and looked down. "Goddess, Master?" "Absolutely." He took her hands in his and stepped back to look her over head to toe. He had her turn for him. When she was half way around he leaned forward and placed a lingering, adoring kiss on each cheek of her bum. "And if there was ever an ass made to be worshiped, Mother, it is yours. I look forward to spending much time at your anal altar." With that he placed a lingering kiss in the middle of her ass. She blushed and beamed at him as he turned her the rest of the way. The look in his eyes made her knees weak and her heart race. "Anal altar, Master?" "Yes, my sweet Goddess whore slave -- your anal altar. It will be my honor to kneel and worship you as you deserve." Her knees got so weak at his words that it took all her will just to remain standing. She had to remind herself to breathe. His mind quickly played out all the things he intended to do with every part of her. He wondered for a moment if his Father had ever been fortunate enough to see her like this. He smiled to himself. He knew that his Father loved and adored her so much that she always looked like the most gorgeous woman in the world in his eyes. Like Father, like son. "What did I ever do to deserve such a lovely Goddess slave?" "What did I do to ever deserve such a beautiful Master?" she asked him as the color in her cheeks deepened. "The only beautiful one here is you" he said as he kissed her hands. "Punish me if you must, Master. But I disagree with you. In my eyes you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen..." She looked down, but stole little glances to see his reaction. He stepped forward and raised his hand to her face. He moved it toward her mouth. She awaited any punishment he wished to give her. He gently traced her lips with his fingertips. She couldn't stop herself from smiling. He smiled back. "You think me beautiful?" "Yes, Master! The most beautiful thing in the world. I could stare at you forever!" He smiled and kissed her gently. "Let's go before I eat you alive right here on the stairs" he said as he turned and held his arm out for her. She laughed as she hooked her arm in his. Deep inside she would have preferred that he ravage her right there. He drove with the top down. The wind loosened some of her hair. It gave her a little extra slutty look. He loved it. At one point she noticed the bulge in his pants. He took her hand and put it on his crotch. She smiled at him. He told her to caress it gently. He didn't need any accidents on the front of his pants to spoil their evening. She had a hard time keeping her hand gentle. As she felt the hardness and heat of his need she found it difficult to keep her head out of his lap. She wondered if he was larger than his Father had been. It had been awhile since she had handled an erection, but she was sure he was bigger, by at least an inch. He felt thicker as well. She was getting wet between her legs. They arrived at a club she wasn't familiar with. It was a Jazz club he liked to visit from time to time. He liked it because it had great music, and everyone minded their own business. From the minute they walked in the door every eye was on them -- or, more accurately, her. There were always the Neanderthals who couldn't help but stare. But for the most part it was discreet glances. As always she carried herself with grace. But also with just enough of the look of a whore to make mouths water. It was clear to anyone with eyes that she was with him and no one else existed. The bartender remembered him and asked who the new lady was. He looked at his Mother for a second. He leaned closer to the bartender. "She is my slave" he told him, just loud enough so his Mother could hear. The bartender was startled for a second. He looked at their faces. She smiled back at him and held her Master's arm tighter. "Cool! You're one lucky man! She's gorgeous!" he said smiling. "So, what are you drinking tonight?" The rest of the evening was spent rotating between dancing and sitting quietly in the corner. A couple of people he knew stopped by briefly to say hello. No one could keep their eyes off his Mother. If any of them had an inkling she was almost forty they never showed it. Then again, she had a stunning, ageless beauty. When they sat at the table she would caress his erection. When they were on the dance floor they danced seductively, like they were making love. As the evening wore on they found themselves losing track of everything else but each other. He decided to leave earlier than intended. When they got to the parking lot she pushed him against the car. She got on her knees and reached for his zipper. He pushed her hands away. She kept reaching. She was behaving like a cheap back alley whore. She was dressed so elegantly, yet here she was on her knees in a public place wanting desperately to give him a blow job. She is such a delight! he thought to himself. "Please, Master. You can beat me black and blue later, but I must have you right now..." He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. That whore light he wanted to see was all over her face. The lust in her eyes and the need in her voice almost made him in cum in his pants. "You will have what you want, my little goddess whore slave. Get in the car." He let go of her and opened the door. Then he went to the driver's side and got in. When they were both seated he nodded toward his crotch. She smiled lustily. She had his zipper down and his dick in her mouth in a flash. She couldn't be sure about the length. But he was thicker than his Father's had been. It was not that she was comparing him to his Father to see if he would measure up. She loved having a dick down her throat and the only other one she had known since she was a teenager was his Father's. He hadn't shared an interest in a lot of her desires, but his passion to be eaten had matched her desire to go down on him. She was so glad her son had the same needs. She was out of practice and was wondering if she would be able to handle what her son had -- to service him properly. It took awhile for her to control her gag reflex. But her throat quickly remembered how to handle an erection. She loved the slightly salty taste and musky smell of his crotch. It intoxicated her. She had missed that more than she knew. She kissed and licked and sucked like the hungry female animal she was. He adjusted the angle of her body slightly so he could reach the shift. Then he slapped the car into gear and headed for home. When they reached the main road leading to their place he reached over and hiked her skirt up. He pulled her thong out of the way and began working her already wet pussy. When he had enough of her juice on his fingers he worked them into her ass crack. Soon he had his fingers working her pussy while his thumb massaged her asshole. She moaned and sucked harder. The powerful throbbing of the engine added to their passion. When he got close to release he would stop her. He didn't want to cum yet. He was enjoying the feeling of his dick in her mouth too much and wanted it to last. She was out of practice but it was obvious she knew what to do with an erection. * * * * * * * Dreams come true... He pulled into the garage and closed the door. They went inside. He followed her up the stairs, enjoying every movement of her body, especially her hips. Her round ass begged to be used. On impulse he placed his face in her ass and gently pushed her up the stairs. She laughed lustily. The flexing of her butt muscles on his face, mixed with her aromas, was indescribable. She headed for her room. He directed her to his. He turned the dimmer switch to its lowest setting. There was just enough light to see each other. She stood in front of him, waiting his instructions. He pulled her to himself and kissed her. She put her arms around his neck and they explored each others mouth for awhile. He stepped back and indicated that he wanted her to lose the dress. She undid whatever was holding it up and let it slip to the floor. Her hair was next. Soon it was flowing around her shoulders and breasts. He took her in his arms and loosened her bra while they kissed again. When she let that drop he took her breasts in his mouth and licked, sucked, bit, and teased them. Her hands were all over him. All that was left were her shoes and thong. He got on one knee and helped her out of her lace up sandals. He ran his hands up and down her firm, shapely legs. Her skin was silky smooth. He raised her feet in turn and gently kissed the tops of them and her toes. His kisses sent shivers through her cunt to her brain. He pulled her to himself and kissed her belly and hips while his hands cupped her ass. He kissed her thighs where they met her crotch. He kissed her pussy through her thong. He hooked his thumbs in the fabric and slowly slid it down her legs. She was now in front of him in all her naked glory. And she was the most glorious thing he had ever seen! She reached for him to remove his shirt, but stopped her hands before she touched him. He smiled and nodded. She spent the next few moments undressing him. Soon they were both naked. He picked her up and placed her on the bed. The strength of his arms made her feel safe and excited her. They lay side by side and kissed while their hands explored each other. She got him on his back and knelt between his legs. She gently stroked his penis. It became rock hard at her touch quickly. In some ways she liked sucking a cock more than having it in her pussy. She could do it for hours. That was one of the things that was common ground with her husband. He let her suck his dick as often as she wanted. She expected her son would be the same. She was right. When he was fully erect she leaned forward and kissed his balls and dick all over. She loved to kiss, then lick, then suck. She had been right. He was at least an inch longer than his Father had been. His Father's 8 inches took her throat to its limit. Her son's 9 inches were going to be a bit of a challenge, especially since she was so out of practice. He watched her as she proceeded to kiss his balls and dick all over. He, like most men, loved a good blow job. He wanted to let her do what she wanted, to see what she had to offer. Her hot lips and tongue felt so good. The girls he had been with had pretty much gone right to the sucking. Most guys seem to prefer that. He preferred his Mother's technique. He lay back and let her feed on him how she pleased. When she got to licking him it seemed that her tongue was working its way to his asshole. No one had ever licked him there. He wondered if he was reading her right. He didn't have to wonder long. She asked him to raise his legs so she could rim him. Through their exchange he learned that this was something his Father wouldn't allow. He also learned that it was something she very much wanted to do. The thought that this was a first for both of them pleased him. He adjusted his position so she could reach his dick, balls, and asshole freely. He held his legs to his chest while his hips rested on a pillow. The first time her lips touched his anus he spasmed. She moaned. She kissed his crack and his asshole for awhile as she gently stroked his erection. Then she licked up and down his anal valley. When she inserted her tongue into his asshole he almost came. It took awhile for him to relax his sphincter. When he felt her tongue slip into his asshole he knew that this was something he wanted often. So did she. A deep hunger that would never be satisfied awoke in her -- a hunger that only his asshole could satisfy. It also pleased her that it made his dick so hard. "You have such a beautiful and delicious asshole, Master" she said when she turned her attention back to his dick and balls. She had found that eating his asshole was even more wonderful than she had imagined it would be. She loved the taste, the aromas, the sensation of his silky anal flesh. To kiss his sweet anus was a treat she wanted to enjoy as much as possible. To feed deeply of his ass intoxicated her. Her tongue could not go deep enough into his ass. She loved the flexing of his anal muscle on her tongue. "It is worthy of much worship, and I have much to give it. I hope you will let me worship you there often." He looked into her eyes and smiled. "If that is truly what is in your heart then you may worship my ass as often as you like. It is not every day that one has his ass worshiped by such a sweet Goddess..." "Thank you, Master. Your Goddess whore slave is honored by your gifts." "It is I who am honored, Mother..." That word, Mother, was seeming stranger to her all the time, like something from a past life. She slowly worked his dick down her throat. While one hand and her mouth concentrated on his erection the other hand inserted a couple of fingers into his ass to work his prostate. It took another hour before he let her bring him to release. It was the best he had ever known. It was also the best she had ever remembered it being. She hungrily drained his balls of every drop then licked him clean. She finished off by planting a few more adoring kisses on his asshole. He pulled her to himself and kissed her passionately. He caressed and kissed her tits like he had never done with any other woman. Then he went down on her. He returned the favor to her pussy that she had done to his dick. He had her assume the same position he had been in. Her asshole was exposed to him in all its glory. It glistened from the pussy juice that had flowed over it. His heart skipped a beat. He looked into her eyes. They were pools of love. "Like what you see, Master?" she whispered. "Your asshole is incredible, my Goddess. Absolutely perfect! May I have the honor of worshiping it?" "It is yours to do what you please, my Lord..." "Then I will worship it with all I am worth." He adored her asshole with his lips and tongue. It was a first for her. She almost levitated. He gently and reverently kissed her anus hundreds of times. It became his world. They felt a connection to each other in their deepest beings. He could have kissed her like that forever and consider himself blessed to do so. The feel of the warmth and silky skin on his lips was like nothing else he had ever known. The heat and aromas from her ass and pussy went straight to his brain, to his balls. Some strong, invisible force flowed from his toes to his balls to his lips. This act of worshiping at her anal altar was the most powerful feeling he had ever known! All that existed for those moments was her anus and his insatiable need to worship her through it. So many times he had imagined what it would be like to be intimate with his Mother like this. The reality was far greater than anything he imagined. With his lips on her asshole he could have died a happy man at that moment. But it thrilled him to his core to know that he would have the joy of experiencing this with his Goddess any time he pleased. He hoped it was as good for her, the giving and receiving of such homage. Deep in his heart he knew it was. After all, he had inherited this from her... He hungrily fed on her cunt and asshole for a long time. They each had their own special taste and feel. He loved them both. She came intensely, pulling his face into her cunt like it wanted to eat him alive. It took him a long time to lap up all her juices. They lay in each others arms. She wondered why he had not tried to fuck her pussy. Deep down inside she wondered how she would have responded if he had tried. What they had shared was beautiful. She suspected that there was a part of him that was still not totally comfortable with making love to his Mother. She still had some uneasiness about making love to her son. But she was sure that would soon pass, for both of them.