10 comments/ 135897 views/ 12 favorites Teal Green Taffeta Ch. 01 By: wattan86 Honest opinions wanted. I decided not to use any "Four letter words" Readers may substitute them as they wish. ____________________________________________ My mother has been described in many ways, "elegant", "aloof", and "aristocratic", come to mind, but the most common has been "striking". There was never any question as to who the dominant personality was in our household, even though my father was one of the first successes in the Silicon Valley, and owned his own software company, making him almost as rich in his own right as my mother. If you heard her great-grandfathers surname, your mind would immediately think California, Money!! And she is the sole heir. She is a bit over 6 feet tall in high heels, (which she almost always wears), with large firm breasts, flaring hips, and a remarkably small waist. She wears her blond hair short, a' la Angela Lansbury, and although she has lived in California for her whole life, she avoids the direct sun in order to maintain her beautiful pale white skin. At 50 she is still breathtakingly beautiful, and turns heads everywhere she goes. She has old-fashioned ideas about foundation garments, and has a collection, of bras, corsets, garter belts, etc. worthy, of a lingerie museum. She is seldom seen, even in private, without being properly corseted, cinched, supported, and in stockings, usually seamed. She claims to have never even tried on pantyhose, and once told me privately, that they made women into sexless "Barbie Dolls" One of my earliest memories of her was when I was a child of perhaps 3. I got up in the middle of the night for some reason, maybe a glass of water, or perhaps I heard a noise, and as I passed my parents bedroom I noticed that the lights were on, and the door was partially open. I peeked in, and saw my mother standing there in a black satin under bust corset, with matching bra, attached black stockings, and high-heeled black patent leather boots. My Father knelt at her feet stark naked, as she scolded him for something I didn't understand, in a tone of voice that would have been more appropriate for a child. The most remarkable sight however was my father's erect penis, which was much larger than it had been on any occasion when I had seen it. I was of course unaware of such things as erections or their causes. They did not notice me, and I simply returned to bed, and completely forgot the incident until many years later. As I grew up I never actually saw mother naked, but neither was she particularly modest. In any event I did see enough or her in various states of undress to fill in any blanks. As I got older I began to enjoy watching her, until I realized that the arousal, and eventually erections were not appropriate for a teenage boy to feel for his mother. It got easier when I went to boarding school, at my father's insistence. After private schools and, a University degree in Electrical Engineering, I found myself in New York working in research for an electronics company. I had found my home, and family situation uncomfortable, and I returned to California as seldom as possible. I would probably still be in New York if not for a chain of events that happened in one month. First one night at dinner my Fiancée announced that she was breaking our engagement. She said that "I can't stand having someone else in our bed any longer" "I don't know who it is, or whether she, or he is even real, but they are always there!" "I am pretty certain that you are not seeing another woman, and I can't imagine you being gay, but you obviously care more about who ever, or whatever it is more than me". I honestly didn't know what she was talking about but she obviously wasn't interested in any discussion. In retrospect I think she was right, there was someone else, I just didn't know who, or what it was We weren't living together, so tidying things up was easy, and I never saw her again. A week later I lost my job, or rather it disappeared, One morning I arrived at the office to find it under guard, and crawling with accountants, Police, FBI agents, and even a man from Interpol! My job, along with my boss and most of the company's assets simply relocated to a sunny third world country, which is not yet developed enough to understand concepts like extradition treaties. Questioning by the FBI and other agencies made job hunting temporarily pointless. For some reason being under investigation by the Feds discourages potential employers. Three weeks later, shortly after being cleared of any wrongdoing, I received word that my father had died, and I returned to California for the funeral. My mother was her usual regal self when she met me at the airport, and had little comment except that I would be assuming some new "responsibilities". The funeral went about as such things do, with the obligatory speeches about what a wonderful man he had been, His substantial charitable contributions and of course there were no references to his ruthlessness, or the people he had stepped on. Several days later mother called me in to her study, and informed me that, after a reasonable apprenticeship. I would be taking over my father's business, I must emphasis here that I was told, not asked. She further informed me that she had paid off the lease on my apartment in New York, arranged to have my belongings, and furniture moved to one of the apartments in our mansion, and expressed relief, that she was spared the necessity of getting rid of "that mercenary slut", that I had been engaged to. I was not happy being managed in this way, but I had no other immediate prospects, and frankly found my mothers desires difficult to resist. At this time she vaguely alluded to certain other, "personal duties" that I would be required to perform. My "apprenticeship" began at this point, and the people at the company actually seemed relieved that my father was gone. They were very co-operative, and I found subsequently that my father had ruled with an autocratic system of high pay and blackmail. He and my mother had files on many of the household staff and company employees, that could be used to bring about disgrace or even prison. Therefore, even though I was much easier to deal with than my father, the fear remained, and few dared to defy me, or more importantly defy my mother. I soon began to find out about my "personal responsibilities" My parents had a ritual that I never understood as a child. Almost every night at 10:00 pm they went to my mothers study for what they referred to as "Evening Prayers". This is strange as they never attended church and had no interest in religion, even to the extent of not bothering to call them selves Atheists, or Agnostics, (although they contributed large sums of money to diverse religious organization). I inquired about this ritual once and my mother told me in no uncertain terms that she would explain when and if I was ready, and I was not to enquire again. Like the rest of the house the study was virtually sound proofed, and I had never heard any indication of what was going on Then one evening at dinner mother simply said, "Come to my study at 10:00pm for "evening prayers", and gave me a look that clearly indicated that the matter was not to be discussed, until 10:00pm. I, of course arrived on time and found her sitting in a large overstuffed chair She was dressed in a black satin corset, and black stockings, as she had been with my father so many years before, except to my amazement, she was not wearing the matching bra, and her large beautiful breasts were exposed to my full view. Her nipples were rouged bright red to match her lips and contrasted wonderfully with her pale white skin. She simply said "you may kiss me", and as I bent to kiss her cheek she turned, put her arms around me and kissed me full on the mouth, and held me for a rather long time. When she stopped she simply said, "Please undress", and when I understandably hesitated, she said sharply "now!" I immediately complied; she then looked at me approvingly and said you've taken good care of yourself. She told me to turn around, inspected me for a time and said. "face me and kneel." She had lifted her legs over the arms of the chair, and all her neatly shaved female charms were exposed to my view. She gently reached around the back of my head, and pulled my face into her perfumed moistness, It then hit me that I was licking my Mothers Pussy! And what was worse I was enjoying it! My Penis was like an iron bar covered with blue veins. I reached to relieve myself, but she said, "not yet", and began to moan with pleasure. Fortunately I had some skill in this area, owing to a brief relationship with an older lady professor in college, (too bad that she didn't teach psychology as well as she taught cunnilingus). I rhythmically licked her inner and outer labia, as I whipped her clitoris with my tongue, and alternately thrust it into her vagina. I found that I preferred a pussy without the hair, and also enjoyed the fact that mother had perfumed herself with a particular perfume that I had once mentioned liking. Mother's capacity for pleasure was enormous, but after a considerable time she was satisfied and allowed me to stand. She saw my painfully erect penis, and commented that it was even bigger than my fathers and that she would attend to it. She slipped on a lubricated condom, saying that she didn't want me to make a mess, and with her hand deftly brought me to the most intense climax I had ever experienced. At this point she simply smiled, kissed me, and said, "tomorrow night at ten, I love you," and I left the room exhausted and confused I didn't see her again until the following evening. She was waiting on the sofa in a satin dressing gown. I sat down next to her, she kissed me passionately and we petted like teenagers, for a half hour or so until she arose and removed the dressing gown revealing herself in a Powder Blue "all in one" Bra and Girdle, with attached (of course) sheer matching stockings, and announced that it was "Prayer Time", She unsnapped the crotch and assumed her position in the chair and I performed my "duties" as on the preceding occasion. This became our regular routine On some occasions she thrust one of her nipples into my mouth, and I sucked it eagerly, as she urged me to use my tongue. On one occasion, as a special treat, I lay on the floor and she finished me with her mouth, I came quickly incredibly aroused at the idea of receiving an exquisite blowjob from my own mother who was even better than the lady professor, who had been very accomplished indeed. This ritual continued, on a nightly basis, with slight variations, for two months. One variation centered on Rosalia my mother's Salvadorian maid. A plump but not unattractive woman of about my mother's age, who had been with her for over 15 years. Rosalia adored mother, and my mother in turn was far less imperious with her than the other servants. Indeed I always suspected that Rosalia was in love with my mother. One evening after dinner I asked my mother about Rosalia. She said "Rosalia as you surmised is in love with me, and while I have no particular taste for women, I don't find Sapphic sex unpleasant, and so I reward her devotion with an occasional "visit to Lesbos". Particularly since you fathers demise and in fact, she served at evening prayers, until you arrived". She continued "of course I am very demanding with her, and have occasion to punish her, which will be your responsibility, as was your father's. I will explain when the time comes" The time came a few days later, when I came for evening prayers. My mother was completely dressed and Rosalia was nude except for black stay-up stockings and black high heels, and was kneeling with her face on the floor with her ass thrust into the air. Her ass was huge, but free of cellulite, and looked like an enormous peach, and in spite of myself my penis became as hard as tool steel. My mother said, "occasionally Rosalia forgets her place and requires correction" "I have whipped her at times, but I find her distaste for the male organ more useful" "Now take off your clothes and use her. Both of her holes are lubricated, and you may choose which one you prefer" I was a little concerned about this bizarre scene but I hadn't actually had a woman in several months, and my mother and my erection were both hard to refuse. So I did as asked, and as I had no taste for the "boy" route, I had her in the traditional manner. I entered her lubricated vagina rather quickly, and if she was relieved that I took her in that manner she didn't indicate. I had a shattering climax very quickly, and I'm fairly sure that she didn't but I began to wonder about her reaction I thought that while she may have been a lesbian, her pussy and hips weren't entirely committed. She moaned through the process, although I couldn't tell whether from pain or pleasure. I decided that if I had another opportunity I would try to make her climax. "Rosalia come along and we will prepare for bed." My mother interrupted my reverie. and she led Rosalia, still naked toward her private bathroom. I think they spent the night in my mother's bed enjoying some girl-girl comforting. Mother had laid down a number of rules "for my own good" notably I was not to become socially involved with any "girls" from the office, or as she put it "one doesn't fish off the company dock". Thus, the necessity of being home by 10:00pm, and the long hours at work was making my love life, except for mother's ministrations, impossible. Mother sensing this merely told me to be patient, and that she would make suitable arrangements, that I would find more than satisfactory. Several days later she informed me that on Saturday we would be going to her favorite restaurant in San Francisco and spending the night at the five star hotel she normally used. Further at that time she said that she would explain my most important responsibility. That Thursday after dinner she told me to go up to her bedroom, and make some selections for the weekend. I did so and on her oversize bed was a selection of evening gowns, dresses, lingerie, and shoes. Significantly the skirts were mostly long, apparently because there were no panties. I wasn't really surprised, but it was finally clear what my new responsibility was going to be. I was uncertain about what to do, but I made the selections and left. During evening prayers that night she thrust her pussy into my mouth much harder than usual, and instead of her usual quiet moans of pleasure, she became loud and appreciative, screaming "I love you! Lick me harder! whip my clit!" and obscenities too numerous to mention. Afterwards she sucked my penis for the second time, without a condom this time. There was no mess, she swallowed it all! My mind was in turmoil for the next two days, I didn't want to do this, to make this final step. I realized that begging, pleading, and even reasoning, would have no effect on mother, once she had made up her mind. I could, of course, refuse, but I would have to leave my job, and home and mother would not speak to me perhaps forever. Oddly the prospect of not having my mother near me was the hardest to accept. Of course my sub-conscious mind, had no such conflict, and was focused entirely on the "V" between my mothers legs, This assured that I had an almost constant erection which I'm sure my mother noticed and appreciated. On Friday night, overcome by desire I masturbated my self to sleep, and woke at seven, still not knowing what I was going to do. At breakfast I was told that mother had already eaten, and would await me in her study. When I entered her study she was wearing a conservative beautifully tailored charcoal gray suit, with a cream colored blouse matching shoes, and black stockings. Wordlessly she turned, bent over the back of the sofa and raised her skirt, and bared her beautiful bottom, and then stood turned and showed me her perfectly shaved pussy. She then lowered the skirt, smoothed it, kissed me passionately, and said "I love you my darling", and I followed her out of the room. We got into her Bentley and started the hour and a half drive into San Francisco. I was speechless for half of the trip, and she sat demurely, because although the chauffeur couldn't hear us with the intercom off he could watch everything we did.. "You seem nervous", she finally said. "Aren't you?". "A little but not much, because I really do love you and not just as a son" We arrived at the hotel and were shown to our suite, I tipped the bellhop and mother ordered champagne from room service. When the Champagne, arrived with the complimentary caviar!, my mother pointed out that, "your father and I went to great trouble, and expense to keep our private lives private, and our names out of the media.". "In fact we discovered that even investigative reporters and entertainment journalists have guilty secrets, and that large charitable organizations have ways of protecting their contributors". "However in certain important circles, such as hotel management, we are very well known and appreciated, especially here because the manager knows I have a significant financial interest in the hotel". I sat on the sofa while she poured one glass of champagne, and sat on my lap obviously enjoying the bulge in my pants. She stuck her tongue in the champagne, and passionately French kissed me. She then handed me the glass, and poured one for herself.. We sipped champagne, nibbled on caviar, and made small talk for a few minutes. Then we had a late lunch at the hotel and went shopping. We returned to the hotel to change for dinner. Mother of course, removed her suit in front of me, and insisted that she needed help unzipping the skirt. She removed her stockings sitting on the sofa, and walked wiggling her beautiful bottom into the bath room. I heard the shower running, and was not invited to help, it then occurred to me that I had never actually seen my mother completely naked, and apparently this was not on the immediate agenda. Eventually she appeared in a tight white satin waist cincher attached to black lace stockings. She was carrying her gown, and a strapless bra with which she was having "difficulties." I put the bra on and hooked it. She then put on the teal green, taffeta evening gown, and I zipped her up. She stepped back and twirled around like a five year old in a new party dress, and said "you have wonderful taste.". She was the most desirable woman that I had ever seen, my own mother, and I was setting a new record for blue veined hardness. I could have played for the Yankees without a bat. I knew then that I would never be able to resist her. I told her how beautiful she was and started to kiss her but she turned her head, so that her make-up wasn't spoilt. She whispered that there would be plenty of time later. We had dinner at her favorite restaurant and later we went to a little jazz club that she liked. It wasn't bad and I was able to relax a little. We were talking to a couple at the next table, he was about my age and his girlfriend was probably too young to be drinking margaritas. When mother went to the ladies room, he whispered that if he had a wife that looked like her he wouldn't have developed a taste for young girls. I had decided not to correct him, when someone from another table observed that "now I know for sure that I'm gay, because if she couldn't turn me on, no one could.". We were still laughing when mother came back and I told her that I would explain later. About eleven she said "sorry to break up the party, but we have other business tonight." When we went back to the suite it was entirely lighted by candles and romantic music was playing. She observed that cell phones were very handy for arranging romantic things Teal Green Taffeta Ch. 01 She then kissed me, and said "unzip me, unhook my bra" and then "you, naked, in bed, and wait for me". She then stepped out of her dress, and walked swaying to the bath room. I didn't need to ask which bed because the suite though luxurious, was small and had only one bedroom, with a single king size bed. I showered and waited in bed, until she arrived in a full length red satin corset with bra top that left her nipples, and most of her breasts exposed. Of course her beautiful pussy was exposed, and since the corset was cut high in the back her bottom was completely exposed, She slipped into bed with me, and we began to kiss and touch each other in every naughty place we could think of. She started to talk. "You probably think that my life has been easy because of my money and power but from your own experience you should know that the difference between being rich and poor is that when you are rich you can toss and turn on satin sheets, and know that there will be breakfast in the morning. But the emotions are still there, I loved your father, but I didn't choose him, your grandfather was the kind of aristocrat that believed a blood line should be reasonably pure, but there should be an occasional infusion of sturdy, smart, peasant blood " He saw your father's potential, and arranged things, of course it never occurred to me to object. I'll explain that some day.". "We were actually very happy, and your sister's birth was a blessing and yours perhaps even more". "Then something happened, that no women who has been happily married for twenty years needs. I fell in love with a younger man and to make it really complicated it was my 16 year old son." "I think that it started earlier because I never wanted you to go boarding school", when you left for college, and then New York I was heartbroken, but also relieved that I wouldn't have to control my self so much" "I told you that your father's death was sudden but not entirely, and when we knew he was dying I began to think about you and realized that it wasn't just a middle-aged woman's perverted lust, I truly passionately, loved you,and I can't resist anymore". "I need you in me now!" We were more than ready, and she slipped on top and impaled herself on me. It was the most intense experience of my life. Once in Bangkok, I had paid $2,000 for an hour with a famous prostitute. She was 40ish, and not especially attractive, but was legendary for the strength of her vaginal muscles. It was worth every penny, and mother was even better! She climaxed almost immediately, and began moaning about how much she loved me, and how big my penis was. There is nothing more beautiful or better sounding than a woman in orgasm. She held me on the edge of climax for what seemed like hours while she had four or five orgasms, and finally I exploded, pumping what seemed to be gallons of sperm into her inner depths. We enjoyed the afterglow for a few minutes, as I went to sleep and didn't notice when she slipped out of bed. I remember her wiping my private parts, and much later feeling my penis stir and looked up to see her in a sheer white nightgown, bending over me and murmuring "fill Mommy's mouth, like a good boy." She awoke me for breakfast with kisses using both sets of lips. That morning she defined her views "I love you more than you can imagine, and I have become your lover, but I am not your wife or mistress, I am still your mother. Nothing will change that and I expect the love, respect, and obedience that this entails, it will be difficult for me to deny you anything, but I will if I have to" "I will not be involved with any other men and I will expect your fidelity unless I make an exception" She chose not to explain this. Teal Green Taffeta Ch. 02 I'm currently working on Chapter 03 I'm not interested in comments from people who haven't read the entire story. --------------------------------------------- The next few weeks were a lust filled honeymoon that should be in the Guinness book of records, the only discordant note was when I mentioned to mother that she was so tight that we had no need for anal sex. She seemed to find this amusing. Also I would have enjoyed being on top more often but mother insisted that it was important that I keep to my place. Like with my father there was never any question about who the dominant personality was in our relationship. Of course things had to slow done and one evening I found her wearing a rather severe business suit, and she said "you will be sleeping in your apartment tonight, and that maypole of yours will have to be content with your hand, my little love nest can only stand so much, and there will be no prayers tonight or tomorrow." Frankly I was a little relieved, and two nights later she took me to her bedroom and mounted me as usual. She seldom denied me again. Life settled into a pleasant routine, romantic evenings, evening prayers followed by intense sex with a beautiful woman in a vast variety of lingerie, or rarely, in all her naked glory, complete with romantic weekend trips in my Mercedes convertible. Rosalia came up again, when mother said "As you surmised Rosalia does not regard the male organ as a punisher at least not yours. I am afraid that you will have to whip her as your father used to, and tonight your services will be required." I arrived in her study at 10:00. Mother was wearing a leather corset and holding a long thin whip. Rosalia was in a wooden pillory kneeling on a lower structure to keep her bottom extended outward, with her legs chained together, and to the device. She was completely naked, and not protesting. Mother handed me the whip, and said "confine your strokes to her bottom, and upper thighs, but don't spare her, this is not some boudoir spanking game. I want to hear screams, and see marks." I was not happy with this, and gingerly smacked her with the whip a few times, which drew no response. "At this rate we will be here all night! You are not making love to a woman! You are beating an impudent slave girl!" And I picked up the pace. I should mention that I am six two, and weigh a bit over 200 lbs, and while I was never an athlete, I do keep in shape and even then it took a while, she was covered with welts, and, and bleeding, before she stared screaming for mercy and mother said "stop!" Mother then covered her bottom and thighs with ointment, which apparently hurt at first, as she screamed, but then she became calmer, and mother unfastened her, helped her off the device, and said "take her to your apartment, for the night, and comfort her in anyway you choose." I was told later that Rosalia was required to keep the parts for the pillory in her room, and mother made her assemble it when needed. At times mother would tell her to assemble it in the morning, and then not use it, merely as a warning. I never knew what the infractions were, or the occasions that mother had Rosalia whipped merely to remind her of her status, or for mothers own enjoyment. Mother enjoyed her occasional sadistic pleasures, like wine, in moderation. In her own way she loved Rosalia, but I am horrified to think of what would happen if she ever got control of someone she truly hated. I led Rosalia naked to my apartment, She asked if she could shower, calling me master, I told her yes, and joined her. First she bathed me thoroughly with due attention to my private parts, I left, and shortly afterwards she came into the bedroom, and asked where she was to sleep. There was another bed but I pulled back the covers, and said "here" and she lay down on her side, for obvious reasons. I felt guilty about the sadistic feelings, she inspired in me, and mother, but as I found out eventually Rosalia was by nature one of those rarities, a true slave, whose only desire was to please the person that they love, and when I apologized for the severity of the whipping, Rosalia immediately said "oh, no, you must not apologize, I love my mistress, and need to be punished whenever she feels it is wise, and I was grateful that it was at the hands of her beautiful son who is truly part of her," "Do you wish to use me for your pleasure?" she asked, and I answered by putting her hand on my erect penis, and expected her to mount me the way mother usually did. When she hesitated I asked her if she really wanted me and she replied "yes master." This surprised me because she was instructed to say "only if it pleases master, when she didn't wish to do something. She spoke and said "the mistress said if you used me for your pleasure, I should be on my back." This puzzled me until she rolled onto her back, and grimaced. She spread her legs, and helped me enter her. I then realized that a woman with a sore bottom can be very responsive, lifting her hips to meet her lover. I particularly enjoyed the sounds of pleasure mixed with pain" This proved to be a treat that was seldom afforded me, but which I enjoyed immensely. This was just as well as I didn't really want to get into the habit of abusing women. Afterwards she thanked me for the honor of giving pleasure to the son of her beloved mistress, and apologized for experiencing sexual pleasure herself. She slipped away in time to serve breakfast to mother and I, and we noticed that she walked a bit stiffly, but seemed to be content, and smiling. Mother said that whenever she was unavailable personally I could use Rosalia in any way I chose. About a week later she told me that she needed to go to Los Angeles to see my sister, and conduct some business. She informed that while she was gone, she wanted Rosalia to instruct me in "another form of lovemaking." "Your father used her in this way and she became very adept at it, and indeed they persuaded me to try it, and once I got used to it I enjoyed it, and you will learn to enjoy it." It was very clear that there would be no motherly indulgence in this. Although mother and I still enjoyed each other on a daily basis in about every way possible, and I loved her more and more, men are still essentially pigs, and all of us want an occasional change, I had looked forward to having Rosalia again, and feel her magnificent ass against me, but I was apprehensive about having her like a boy. This is of course ridiculous, as no one could ever mistake Rosalia for a boy, and my attraction to her was strictly heterosexual. The evening after mother left, Rosalia knocked on my door, carefully made up and wearing a white silk robe, and said "does master wish me to remove my robe", I said "yes", she dropped the robe revealing a leather "slave girl" costume. This consisted of a corset, a system of straps and wrist and ankle cuffs which made her totally available, and restrainable. I sat down and experimented with the outfit which made it possible to restrain her in any position I wished. I finally decided to fasten her hands over her head, on the bed and began to lick and tease her. I kept it up for over an hour, until she was wiggling, and squirming, with frustration. She had her first climax, as soon as I got my penis all the way into her. I doubt that I'll ever get bored by a woman moaning and telling me how big my manhood is, and how good it feels, but eventually even a dutiful slave girl gets tired. I released her, and told her to take off the costume, and come to bed. Before we went to sleep she said "My Mistress commanded me to instruct you in the use of a woman's bottom." I told her that I understood, and that we would start tomorrow. In the morning she gave me an exquisite blow job, and I left for work. After dinner I reluctantly returned to my apartment, and found Rosalia kneeling naked next to a paper bag. She said "Does Master wish me to take an enema, Mistress prefers that I be as clean as possible when being used in this manner, or perhaps master wishes to do this himself." I told her to do it herself, and joined her later in the shower. Afterwards we returned to the bed room, and she took a rubber glove, and jar out of the bag, She covered my penis with Vaseline, "It is best if master lubricates me, as I cannot reach far enough to do it properly, due to the great length of masters penis,"and she handed me another rubber glove. I gently slipped my finger into her ass, as she was knelt on the floor, holding her bottom cheeks cheeks open. My finger went in surprisingly easily, but my penis is much thicker, and longer, and I wondered how painful it would be for her. "Place the tip next to the hole, and push very gently, letting my ass take it in," I did and then she slowly pushed back until the head popped in. There was a slight gasp, but apparently there was little pain, and it slowly slid all the way to the base. Her ass was almost as tight as my mothers pussy, making the whole process much more pleasant than I ever would has guessed, and Rosalia didn't seem to be in any distress, although she was unusually quiet. I came very quickly, but her tightness held my erection, and I asked her if I should continue, and she said "only if it pleases master," (slave girl for "no") so I pulled out, and we showered again. She again pointed out that "mistress is very particular about cleanliness." I enjoyed her in this way for the next few nights, and finally out of curiosity I asked her if she actually wanted me to use her bottom, and she said "only if it pleases master." I then asked if she wanted me to take her vaginally, and she said "yes master," I concluded that anal sex was not her particular favorite, and I was flattered that she desired me, especially since she was supposed to be a lesbian. I think she had an especially good time, as she apologized profusely not only for feeling pleasure, but for putting her tongue in my mouth without permission. I told her that in the future she was free, to feel as much pleasure as she wanted, and to enjoy my mouth whenever we were together. Mother had been gone for almost a week, and finally called, with some news, she told me that my sister was selling her house in Los Angeles, and moving into the apartment next to me in the mansion, and finished by saying, "I'll be back tomorrow, so keep your hands off your manhood, and keep it out of Rosalia, I haven't had you for a week, and I want you ready." When Rosalia came to my apartment that night, and I told her that I couldn't use her, she seemed so disappointed that I licked her pussy, which I had never done before, and she seemed delighted, and was especially loud and appreciative. Mother was as good as her word, and when she arrived that evening she kissed me passionately, led me to the bedroom, and told me to undress. She then removed her blouse, lay on the bed and pulled up her skirt, and exposed her lovely lady parts. She was wearing an interesting black lace bra that I hadn't seen before. There were little metal clips at the top of the cups, that she unfastened, allowing her to lower the fronts of the cups, exposing her nipples and breasts, but leaving them fully supported, and firm. I was impressed with the ingenuity, of this until I saw an ad for "Nursing Bras". Naturally mother had bought several very high quality examples from the best maternity shop in Beverly Hills. I sucked and licked her nipples for a few minutes, and I started to kiss her when she said "take me now" and grabbed my penis. She climaxed very quickly told how much she had missed me, how much she loved me, and mentioned that she remembered nursing me as a baby, and how she wished she could lactate now, and feed "her baby." She then asked me about Rosalia, and her teaching skills, I told her that she had done an excellent job, and I found the experience rather enjoyable, and after evening prayers, that night She came in wearing a silk robe and carrying an enema bag. She asked if Rosalia had shown me how to give an enema and I told her she hadn't. Mother seemed displeased, and went into the bathroom and soon I heard the shower. The next day this oversight cost Rosalia a dozen strokes with a large rubber paddle, and no "comforting from master or mistress". Mother came out of the bathroom, totally naked (a rare treat). She handed me the jar of lubricant, and a long slender dildo. She then knelt on all fours. She then said "you know what to do". I presumed correctly that the dildo was to put the jel in as far as possible. I did this and then lubricated my penis completely I then knelt behind her, and put the head of my penis against her hole as Rosalia had shown me. The head popped in, and I slowly slid the shaft to the very end, and began to pump more quickly, she began to moan but did not climax. Finally I couldn't control myself any more, and told her. She said "fill me up with your seed" and I exploded with what seemed to be an ocean of sperm. Afterwards she said that she seldom climaxed that way, but found great pleasure in being filled by her lover, in fact she said that she couldn't imagine a woman doing that with a man she didn't love. She could imagine a woman having vaginal or oral sex with a man just for fun, but not that. The next day mother began to explain my sister's place in our lives. "Our family has an unusual history, over three centuries we have endeavored to keep our family bloodline pure, several of our ancestors are products of very close relationships, for example you grandfather is the product of a brother and sister's love." At times this has had some unfortunate consequences, which necessitated dealing with occasional birth defects, but also superior intelligence and fitness, in other cases. "Your grandfather chose not to impregnate me, although he did relieve me of my virginity on my 18th birthday, and enjoyed me frequently until the night before my marriage, I pretended to be merely a dutiful daughter, but I couldn't keep from climaxing regularly." "In any event we are overdue for a "family" child." "Your sister is divorcing that degenerate she married; he will be listed as the father on the child's birth certificate. He will then sign over all parental rights." He will do this in exchange for a substantial settlement, and the opportunity not to go to jail for numerous financial, and sexual peccadilloes. He is fully aware that I would be able to report these to the authorities, and would. When your sister arrives next week you will impregnate her. I was stunned and as you probably expected this was not a request. Teal Green Taffeta Ch. 03 The next few days were frustrating; mother was surprised at my reluctance, and became rather cold and distant. She is used to getting her own way, and doesn't take well to resistance. She skipped "evening prayers" for several days and let me know I was unwelcome in her bed. I was able to take my sexual frustrations out on Rosalia, rather brutally. I used all three of her holes on a daily basis, and treated her like a receptacle, until she cried. She could tolerate being whipped and sexually used but emotional rejection was too much. I really felt guilty about this, and gave her some pretty clothes, and spent some time on my knees, pleasuring her with my mouth. A slave girl expects little and she was very pleased with any sign of affection. Mother finally summoned me, and said, "You know that I want this grandchild, and that I will get it one way or another. While I am alive and healthy I run this family! I know that you will comply with my wishes, and since like most men you are a pig and will enjoy doing it. Your prissy sister is another matter, she is staying at a hotel in town, sulking, and refusing to come here. I want you to go, and talk to her, because she can be seduced by you, or just comply, but one way or another she is going to spread her legs for you, and do her duty to me, and her family!" There was no point in arguing so I drove into town, and stopped at the hotel. As angry as mother was she was keeping my sister, in a suite, in the nicest place in town. Carolyn resembles mother, she is Blonde, but is built rather differently. She is two years younger than me, and is barely 5'2, and has small firm breasts. She is cute, as opposed to my mother's elegance, and frankly I knew I would have no difficulty, doing what mother wanted. When she met me at the door, she was obviously furious, and had been crying. She started immediately, "I don't care what she says, she told me what you, and her do, and I think it's disgusting, and even worse she says she lets you stick it into that fat pig Rosalia. Do you use a rubber or do you wash it with Lysol afterwards?" This was terribly unfair, but I had to admit she always had a gift for expressing her feelings. She continued her rant, "When she came to LA, I just wanted some advice. I told her that, that pervert I married was sticking his business into everything but me, and her brilliant solution is to come up to the Bay Area, and do it with my brother! That bitch is crazy". She actually ranted like this for twenty minutes, but fortunately a small girl like her has only so much lung power, and she finally wound down. "Can we talk now?" I said. "Yeah go ahead", she replied "You know she isn't going to back down. I am willing to do what she wants, but I won't force you, even I have limits. "Did she tell you that the settlement, that her shyster arranged, gives everything to Del the pervert. She arranged things so that all I have is my car, clothes, and Five Grand in the bank, she could cancel the credit card that I am paying the bill here with, any time." "She didn't even use her own lawyer because this would be too sleazy even for that snake in an Armani suit. She got some bum that the Bar Association hasn't caught up with yet. He probably does perverted stuff with Del. They're both terrified of her, and god only knows what she's got on them. In any case they don't want to go to prison, and have to get married to the ice pick brothers, although they'd probably get to like it, the scumbags." I let her know that "I can't be of any real help, as I am the lowest paid CEO that anyone ever heard of although my credit cards always get paid on schedule by mother's personal accountant, so I live far better than my bank account would explain. Mother doesn't encourage too much financial independence for me." "Do you have any suggestions?" I asked She thought for a minute, and said, "I'm sorry about the rant I know this wasn't your idea, I shouldn't be yelling at you about it and actually what you do with mother and Rosalia, is your own business". Then she continued, "To persuade me, she actually told me that your penis was much larger than daddy's, and of course I would know. You see about three months before my 18th birthday she took me to her Gynecologist to get me on the pill. It seems that I had responsibilities, because of an old family tradition. I had asked her to do this before, because I really liked this boy, and wanted him, but she had refused, and I never saw him again. You were in College at the time, and didn't know about this. From then until my 18th birthday I was practically under house arrest. On my birthday daddy took me to a lovely dinner, and then to a hotel room where he relieved me of my virginity. I don t criticize him for this, because my attitude was ridiculous. Every time he had me after that I would protest, and beg him not to do it, then a few minutes later I would have my legs wrapped around him and telling him how big it was, letting him know what I wanted with every obscenity I could think of. It was obvious why he didn't take me seriously and enjoyed me any time he wanted. Mother even watched us a few times. I'm amazed that she didn't celebrate your 18th birthday that way, or did she?" I told her "no". She continued, "I even asked about artificial insemination, but she said she wasn't going to make you "jerk off" in a cup." She actually said "jerk off." She is determined that the child will be conceived in love or at least submission, and she is determined that it is to be a pleasurable experience at least for you. The old bag is really crazy and ought to be put in a nuthouse." Then I asked if she found me attractive and she said "If you weren't my brother I'd have raped you years ago, but it just isn't right, I really felt guilty about doing it with daddy even though I had no choice". I then had an idea, "What if we did things where there was no chance of you getting pregnant, maybe you could get used to my attentions, I told her about "evening prayers", and she agreed to think about it. When I returned to the house Mother was waiting, and said "Carolyn called and said she is moving here tomorrow, so apparently you made some progress." She immediately dropped to her knees, and showed me her appreciation. Mother usually only allowed me this pleasure in bed almost never on her knees. Carolyn was at dinner that night and she and mother were distant but polite and most of the conversation was about me. Carolyn told mother that she was going to look for a job, or volunteer for something. Mother agreed. Over the next few weeks nothing was said about mothers "project", and mother was so appreciative that she let me enjoy her on top. Of course periodically after evening prayers, she would be "too tired", and send me away, where I would find Rosalia in my bed, and enjoy her plump charms. Then one night at 10:00 I arrived for evening prayers, and found Carolyn sitting in the chair, in a black lace teddy and stay up thigh high stockings. She smiled and said "just prayers, I'm not ready for the whole thing yet." She unsnapped the crotch of her teddy and threw her legs over the arms of the chair. Apparently her pretty little breasts were not on the evening's menu, so I began. I began to lick her outer labia and moved slowly inward. She was tense at first but she became more relaxed by the time I got to her clitoris. She finally said "that feels good but I'm not going to make it tonight." I apologized, but she said "Don't be sorry it was kind of nice and you were very gentle." She kissed me on the mouth gently and said "Mother is in bed waiting for you." Mother's personality is totally dominant and demanding but she never fails to show her gratitude when she is pleased. She was very pleased at my efforts and showed her gratitude for over an hour. It took three nights but Carolyn finally climaxed, and as she had promised mother she showed her appreciation on her knees. This went on for three weeks until I arrived for prayers one night and found mother in her customary position. She made no comment and when I finished she simply said "I won't require you this evening", and walked into her bedroom. This didn't bother me and I began to think about any pleasures I hadn't enjoyed with Rosalia lately. When I got to my apartment I got a surprise that I should have expected. Carolyn was in my bed wearing black lace stockings and one of those little half bras that push the breasts up and expose the nipples. A very pretty package and different from what I was used to. I took off my clothes and was already hard. Carolyn said "It really is bigger than Daddy's. Be careful; remember I'm not stretched out like Mother and Rosalia. Do they have any trouble taking that thing?" "Not in their pussies, but I think their bottoms would like it a little smaller." "You stick it in their asses!" "And their mouths" As I got into bed and kissed her she said "I don't really want to do this, but I'm afraid that if daddy's thing could make me in to a slut, that will turn me into a real $5 whore." "I would go $10 for you anytime" She laughed "That's something at least." I kissed her lips and breasts then headed south. "After the waxing at that salon she made me throw all my pantyhose in the Salvation Army box. Some bag lady is going to strut her stuff in real silk." Before I got that far she said "just do it" Her slender body was a nice contrast to what I was used to, and I began to think of some athletic possibilities that my other ladies' ages, and sizes rendered difficult or impossible. As expected she didn't climax, but I did, filling her and hopefully satisfying mother's wishes. Of course she did climax eventually and for the next four months we were ordinary lovers, and she got my full attention, except for evening prayers with mother. She no longer complained about mother's demands, and accepted my advances with enthusiasm. Not having me was hard on mother, but she took pity on Rosalia, and made her a "fringe benefit" for Ed our chauffer and body guard. Ed used her on a regular basis and she enjoyed it. Rosalia appreciated anything that pleased her mistress. I did notice a large dildo in mother's bedroom, and apparently Rosalia serviced her with it on a regular basis. Unfortunately my seed was not getting planted, and mother summoned Carolyn and I and said "I am satisfied with the efforts you have made, but I have decided that we must take other measures beginning tomorrow. Carolyn will sleep alone tonight. I have denied myself my greatest pleasure for four months, and will enjoy it tonight and perhaps tomorrow night." After prayers she led me to her bedroom, and enjoyed me until I was exhausted. I slept late the next day and didn't go to work. Mother of course took the opportunity for more time with me. After lunch she called me to her study, ordered me to undress and had Rosalia measure me in several places, with a tape measure, for a purpose she didn't specify. Over the next month I alternated between Mother and Carolyn, and I even visited Rosalia twice. Then after dinner one evening she produced a large box, and took out a Stainless Steel contraption that I realized was a chastity belt. I knew that they were still made, and had seen pictures, on the internet. (Check if you don't believe me.) She looked at me and said, "You will be wearing it for the next three weeks, and conserving your sperm. It will be removed once a day to be cleaned, and for you to shower. In the shower you will be handcuffed and bathed by Rosalia under my supervision, insuring that she doesn't touch your private parts. You will then be handcuffed to the bed while Rosalia thoroughly cleans the device. "The device is designed to allow your normal sanitary functions. For safety purposes I won't lock you in the device but there will be a seal with a serial number, and I will know if it has been removed and replaced. If you should remove it for anything but a serious emergency, you will be punished severely. Take off your clothes and bend over that table!" I knew there was no point in arguing and I did what she asked. She called and handed Rosalia the whip she normally used on her. "Twelve and if they aren't hard enough you'll get three for every one that isn't. I want to see marks" "One" The pain was worse than I expected "Two" Even worse than the first "Three "I suddenly had more respect for Rosalia" The last nine were excruciating, one more and I would have screamed" "That was twelve; imagine the 100 you will receive if you violate my trust. Now thank me" "Thank you, mother." "And Rosalia. "Thank you Rosalia." "Now kiss the whip" She continued "I do regret the necessity of doing that, but not enough to deny myself this opportunity to use you for my pleasure. As I'm sure you found with Rosalia that a sore bottom makes a lover very responsive. I seldom availed myself of this pleasure with your father but it was very enjoyable when I did. I will put the device on you tomorrow. There is one more thing" She held up a rather large dildo and said "This attaches to the belt, and you will use it to serve me, Carolyn, and Rosalia on a daily basis. You will of course be stimulated, but will receive no pleasure from this. "I could of course have you and Carolyn medically examined, and will if necessary but a good mother always provides loving discipline to her children and I feel that this will benefit you in the long run. The end of the three weeks corresponds to Carolyn's most fertile period." As usual it was pointless to argue. Mother did make relatively few demands on me but when she did they were never negotiable. I think Carolyn was amused by the whole thing. Mother took me into the bedroom and mounted me, the pain was intense, forcing me to lift my hips to meet her, and delaying my orgasm. She was delighted with both things. She climaxed at least three times. I finally finished and mother said "You really are the great love of my life and you will always be my greatest source of pleasure, and this must always be foremost in your mind. "When I die, or grow too old to enjoy you, this power will pass on to you. Your sister and any children will be subject to your discipline, and hopefully love." In the morning she put the belt on me observing that it was best quality available, and was less uncomfortable than I expected. At work of course I had to sit down in the bathroom like a girl. In fact I'm almost surprised that she didn't expect me to wear women's clothes for the extra inconvenience. She always said being a woman was worth the difficulties that it caused but men should be made to understand these difficulties. Celibacy is never fun, and when a man is used to having women anytime he wants them it is especially difficult. But when you are expected to service three women on a daily basis, without any pleasure yourself, it is awful. The three weeks were the longest in my life. Mother simply said "Be patient, it's necessary." Carolyn and Rosalia were sympathetic, but knew better than to interfere. Carolyn preferred the real thing, and Rosalia was already being used by Ed on a daily basis. But I serviced all three every night for the entire three weeks. Rosalia bathed me every night under mother's watchful eye, and had no opportunity to help me, which I think she would have done if possible. When the big night came Carolyn was in Rosalia's pillory with her bottom raised. There was no question of love making, or foreplay. This was pure reproductive lust. I climaxed almost immediately and emptied what felt like gallons into her. As she had been advised Carolyn remained in this position for an hour to ensure that the sperm had the maximum opportunity to achieve its purpose. I had Carolyn again that night and in the morning, putting a smile on her face both times. Mother's scheme apparently worked as three weeks later Carolyn peed on a stick and it turned blue. The finest obstetrician in the Bay Area confirmed it one week later, and our household returned to normal. That night mother and I celebrated in bed, and she made me aware of certain things that I hadn't been aware of. "You may wonder why I didn't enjoy you on your 18th birthday like your father and sister. I wanted to, but I promised your father that I wouldn't while he was alive. I was always the moving force in our relationship, but there were a few things he insisted on and that was the most important. I'm afraid that I had begun planning your seduction before you arrived at the airport, for the funeral. "You have been the greatest joy in my life but I will continue to insist on your devotion and obedience. Of course it is up to you whether you continue your relationship with your sister, and you may insist on her fidelity if you wish. Rosalia is of course still my slave and you may use her as you see fit."