8 comments/ 28113 views/ 20 favorites Mom's New Owner Ch. 01 By: Wyldnight Note: I'd like to thank ashpuppy for editing my story this time around. I'm very pleased with the results of his hard work. I'm confident that this will be the last time I'll have to resubmit this particular chapter. Enjoy the story. - Wyldnight A heavy rain pounded on the roof as we sat in the living room. I was seated on the couch and my mother was sitting on the floor between my feet. The soft music playing in the background was somewhat uplifting on this otherwise dreary day. I ran my fingers through her hair soothingly while we both attempted to relax. My mother's name is Sally. She's forty-five years old with short, sandy-blonde hair and alluring brown eyes. She's one of the most intelligent women I've ever met, as well as one of the most beautiful. I'm not just saying that because I'm her son, either. I couldn't begin to count the number of heads she's turned over the years. Despite her age, she's still in great shape. She looks at least ten years younger than she actually is. My name is James, otherwise known as Jimmy. I'm eighteen years old, having just graduated from high school, with the same sandy-blonde hair as my mother and the same brown eyes. People always told me that I favored my father in the looks department, but I never really saw the resemblance. I thought I looked more like my mother. Speaking of my parents, their divorce had just recently been finalized. My mother and I had just finished moving our things into the new house. We had decided that we needed to get as far away from dad as we could. So we used the money she'd gotten from the settlement to buy a house in another state. My dad, Dr. Jim Lang, is one of the best heart surgeons in the United States, with a salary to match. So, obviously, the settlement my mother got from him was more than enough for us to live on for quite a while. Mother was even able to do what she'd always dreamed of doing since she was a kid. She loves animals and she'd always dreamed of owning her own farm. With the money she'd received, she'd bought a piece of farmland just outside of the town we'd decided to move to. The huge barn had seen better days, but that could be fixed with a little hard work. The house was my favorite part of the whole package, though. I don't know much about houses, so I couldn't begin to guess what style it was. It had three floors, a huge porch that wrapped all the way around the house, an enormous basement, and a very spacious two-car garage. The garage seemed to be a recent addition because I could tell that the house had been around for about one hundred years. The house was completely white, except for the black shutters and roof. The people who sold the farm to us didn't throw in any animals to go with it, so my mother had to do a lot of calling around to find someone who'd sell us what we needed. That meant that it was up to me to make sure the house was cleaned, all the boxes were unpacked, and everything was put away. I even had to fix dinner for the first week or so that we were here because she spent most of her time out of the house. She'd already found a really good job working as an assistant at the local doctor's office. My mother had been a registered nurse at the hospital my dad worked at before the divorce. That's where she'd first met and fallen in love with my dad all those years ago. I came along almost two years from the day they'd gotten married. They'd seemed so happy when I was growing up. But that was before she'd found out that dad had been cheating on her for years. He'd slept with every young nurse at that hospital who'd fallen for his sweet talk. It seemed to be a sport for him. The moment he learned there would be a new nurse coming to work there, he'd do everything in his power to seduce them. You'd think he would've slipped up at some point. You know, accidentally called out the wrong name during sex or forgot that he had some woman's lipstick on his collar. He was very careful, though, not to leave any signs of his misdeeds where my mother could find them. However, he didn't count on his latest conquest having a big mouth. The stupid bitch actually bragged about fucking my dad in front of his wife. It was as if she'd thought my mom would just take her abuse without retaliation. Well, that was the last thing she bragged about for quite a while. The moment the words were out of her mouth, mom knocked her out with a wicked right cross. From what I heard mom tell her sister, the woman ended up with a broken jaw and she'd had to eat through a straw for several months after that event. My mom is one lady that you should never make mad at you. She may not look very strong, but I've seen her knock even my dad on his ass after he'd pissed her off. Dad isn't a small man, by any means. He stands 6' 4" and is very solidly built. My dad loves to work out and his body is a living testament to that fact. He even had a personal gym built in his basement so he wouldn't have to drive to the one in town every time he wanted to work out. But that's all behind us now. We're far away from him and I hope we never see or hear from him again. I could never understand why he'd felt the need to cheat on mom. I mean, my mother is one of the most ravishing creatures I've ever laid my eyes on. She's 5' 8", weighs 135 lbs., and she has an amazing pair of breasts. They're roughly the size of oranges, which is just the perfect size, in my opinion. She has curves in all the right places and her body has only recently started to show signs of sagging. At forty-five years old, she has the kind of body that most women would die to have. If I'd been dad, I'd have stayed home as much as possible. I would've fucked my mom every chance I got. I'd have treated her like a queen and I would've shown her just how sexy I really think she is. In fact, if I wasn't her eighteen-year-old son, I'd show her all the things I'd love to do to her. She'd never want for anything as long as I lived. I'd do my best to keep her completely satisfied in all ways. I'd fulfill all of her sexual fantasies and I'd be the most loving partner she's ever had. She'd never think of my dad or what he did to her ever again. "Baby?" A sweet, soft voice said. "Could you get me some more wine? My glass is empty." I came out of my reverie to look down at the lovely creature sitting between my feet. Her head was tilted back so she could gaze up at her only child. I leaned down to press a loving kiss to her nose, which drew a pleased giggle from her kissable lips. "Of course, my queen." I playfully replied. "I'd be more than happy to serve your every need." I accepted the wineglass from her and stood up to head into the kitchen. I had to laugh when I felt her hand connect with my backside in a similarly playful manner. I figured it was for my smart aleck remark, so I accepted it without complaint. That was the sort of relationship I'd always had with my mom. We've been really close for as long as I can remember, even before the troubles with her marriage had begun. I know it might sound strange, but I considered her to be one of my best friends. When I returned, she was curled up on the couch with her feet tucked under her. I handed her the refilled glass, and then settled back into my spot right beside her. She immediately leaned against me. I wrapped an arm around her waist as she laid her head on my shoulder. After a few moments of silence, her lovely voice floated up to my ears again. "I really appreciate that you've decided to stay with me for another year before going off to college." She said. "I don't think I could handle living in this big house all by myself. At least, I don't think I could just yet." "I know, mom. It's okay." I told her. I kissed her temple, and then continued in what I hoped was a reassuring voice. "I've got plenty of time to earn my degree and make my place in the world. My main concern right now is taking care of you." "Oh, baby, you're so sweet. Thank you." I didn't bother to respond to that. I simply drew her onto my lap, so I could snuggle her even closer. She squirmed a bit before she found a comfortable spot. Once she did, she returned her head to my shoulder and closed her eyes. Every so often, she'd take a sip of her wine. Otherwise, we sat there quietly and enjoyed our time together. I tried not to think about how excited I felt to have her on my lap. I also prayed that my body wouldn't betray my desires for her. Thankfully, she decided to go to bed after she'd finished her glass of wine. I took the glass from her, set it on the coffee table, and then scooped her into my arms. That giggle that I love so much erupted from her lips as she wrapped her arms around my neck. "You don't have to carry me to bed. I can walk, you know." She said, stroking the hairs along the back of my neck. "I mean, it's not like I'm a china doll or something. I'm not going to break if you let me out of your sight." "I know, my queen." I replied. I couldn't help shivering at her gentle caress. "I just feel the need to pamper you. You deserve it after what dad did to you. After what he did to us, I mean." My lovely mother purred happily at my words. She pressed a soft kiss to my cheek as I climbed the stairs to the second floor. Then she returned her head to my shoulder and said no more. Apparently, her protests had only been like a token gesture. She hadn't really meant them because she enjoyed being pampered like this. That was alright with me. I enjoyed making her happy. I gently laid her upon the bed, and then gave her a hug before I told her good night. I left the room because I knew she'd want to change out of her clothes before she went to sleep. After I'd made sure that the house was secure, I went to my bedroom in the basement. It's actually more like an apartment because my mother allowed me to have the entire basement to myself. My bedroom only covers the first half of it, though. That is, the area from the bottom of the stairs to the halfway point. The rest I had walled off for a special project I've been working on since I first heard that my parents were getting a divorce. You see, I've been seriously attracted to my mother since the night of my sixteenth birthday. That was the night I eavesdropped on a particularly boisterous sexual encounter between my mother and father. To be perfectly honest, I can't count the number of times I'd lain awake at night listening to them having sex. Even though I hadn't been able to see exactly how they'd done it, I still imagined what it looked like when they'd fucked each other. Considering what they'd said to each other during those times, I had a hunch that my suspicions had been correct. I could just picture mom on her hands and knees with dad's cock buried to the hilt in her pussy. His hand would be entwined in her hair and her head would be pulled back as he pounded his huge cock in and out of her dripping cunt. Her breasts would bounce with every hard thrust as she pushed back to get even more of him inside her. He would call her all sorts of names while he fucked her and would make her beg him for more. Their last time together will always be ingrained in my memory as it was the most exciting one of all. Well, the most exciting one for me that is. I had just come home from a date, one in which I'd hoped to get past the kissing stage with my girlfriend. I didn't, but I'd gotten used to it by that point. My girlfriend at that time wasn't exactly the most adventurous of girls. In fact, she was pretty straight-laced compared to the rumors I'd heard about some of the other girls at our school. Despite my failure, that night would end up being one I'd never forget. * I was about to take a shower when I heard them in their bedroom. So, with a wicked grin on my face, I snuck into my room and stripped out of my clothes. Hearing mom and dad fucking always turned me on. I couldn't resist stroking my cock while I listened to them. Plus, with the fact that my date didn't let me fuck her tonight, I couldn't help imagining myself in there instead of dad. I was shocked at first that I could have those thoughts about my own mother. But, I figured, as long as no one found out, it wouldn't be wrong to picture myself fucking her. Besides I'd never really do that with someone I was related to. Having any type of sex with your family is wrong as well as being highly illegal. So, pushing the thoughts of how wrong it was out of my mind, I pressed my ear to the wall separating our two bedrooms and listened closely. "Yeah, that's it. Ride my long, hard cock with your tight little cunt. You love having my thick meat up your horny pussy. Don't you, bitch?" Dad growled, as the wet sounds of their bodies slapping against each other drifted into my ears. "Yes! Oh, gawd, yes! I love your hard cock fucking me so good, master! Please, fuck me like the bitch I am! Make my pussy come on your long, thick shaft." Mom replied, in between full-throated moans of pleasure. "Mmmm! Yeah, I'm gonna make you come for me, whore! You're my bitch, Sally! Aren't you? Say it, slut. Tell me what you are. Now!" Mom grunted with pleasure and I knew that she was struggling not to come from what dad was saying to her. I'd never heard of anyone talking like that while having sex, but mom seemed to love every bit of it. I guess this type of perversion runs in our family because it also had my cock harder than it had ever been before. I probably should've been shocked at this. On the other hand, I was so excited that the only thing I cared about was coming while listening to them. I slid my hand up and down faster and faster as I felt my balls slowly drawing up tight against my shaft. My breathing was coming fast and hard. I did my best to get it back under control, though, so I could hear everything that went on in their bedroom. Mom must not have answered quickly enough because the next thing I heard was the sound of a slap. I imagined that dad had just swatted her sexy round ass. That thought turned me on even more. I was so close to coming at that moment. However, I wanted to hold off just a little longer to make it more enjoyable. "What are you, Sally? Tell me now or I'll stop fucking you right this instant." He scolded her, swatting her ass once again. "Tell me, you whore!" "Oh, gawd, master! I'm your bitch! I'm your bitch and I love it! Please, may I come for you?" she answered, her screams of pleasure ringing in my ears. "That's my good little bitch. Your cunt belongs to me and no one else. Understood? I own every part of this whore's body and will use it as I see fit." "Yessss! Unngh! Mmmm! It's your cunt, master! I'm your whore! My body is yours to use as you see fit! Pleeeeasssssee, may I come?" "Yes, whore! Come for me! Now! Come for your master!" Mom's screams seemed to fill the room as she reached orgasm on his hard cock. Her throaty purrs of delight were all I needed to fall into the dark depths of sexual completion. With a loud grunt of pleasure, I came harder than I could ever remember doing. Long, thick ropes of my cream erupted from my throbbing manhood as I continued to slide my hand up and down at a feverish pace. A thick fog descended over my brain afterwards, but I was still able to hear them going at it. I was almost completely drained of strength after such a powerful orgasm. Even so, I had enough left to press my ear to the wall again. I was thankful that they hadn't heard the sounds of my release. If they had, I wouldn't have been able to listen to the rest of their encounter. I heard a loud slurping sound coming through the wall. I grinned because I knew mom was on her knees sucking dad's cock. I closed my eyes and imagined what she looked like in that position with a large cock in her warm, wet mouth. However, in my imagination, it wasn't my dad's cock she was sucking. As if standing outside my body, I watched as mom slid her soft lips up and down the throbbing shaft of her own son's thick member. Her eyes danced with pleasure while she looked up to see how my other self was enjoying her ministrations. I followed her gaze and saw that my second self was nothing more than a ghostly image in my imagination. He still had a look of extreme pleasure on his face, though. This picture in my mind made me so aroused that I started stroking my cock again. "Mmmm. I love sucking you after you've been in my horny pussy, master. You taste even better when you're covered in my juices. Mmmm." Mom said, in a breathy voice. "You suck me so very well. Your talented mouth always manages to make me rock hard. Mmmm, yeah. Suck it, bitch. Suck your master's cock with that slutty mouth. Make it hard again so I can fuck that hot little ass of yours. You do so love having a hard, thick cock in your tight ass. Don't you?" Dad replied, moaning with every breath. "Oh, gawd. Yes, master. I love having a hard cock in my ass, especially if it's your cock. It feels so good in my slutty ass. It stretches me and fills me so wonderfully. Please fuck my ass with your big dick." "Oh, yeah. I'm gonna fuck that ass so good. Get on your back, slut. Prepare to have your ass fucked by the cock you love so much." I licked my lips slowly as this newest development in their encounter flashed across my imagination. I pictured myself giving mom the order to get on her back and her scrambling around on the bed to get in position. I heard an approving grunt from the next room at the exact moment my dream self pushed his hard cock into her tight ass. It was as if my parents had synchronized their movements to coincide with my dream. I shuddered in pleasure as I kept my eyes closed tightly. I didn't wanted to lose what my imagination was showing me. The wonderful image of my mother with her knees pressed into her tits and myself hovering over as I repeatedly pounded my cock into her tightly-clasping ass. The loud sounds of my balls bouncing on her sexy upturned ass and the full-throated cries of pleasure that erupted from between her soft, pink lips. I knew it was really my dad fucking her, but it still felt like I was the one in there making her come over and over again. It felt like I was the one calling her all sorts of dirty names and slamming my cock into her as fast and as hard as I could. I almost started to believe that I was the one grunting in pleasure as she fucked herself on my thickness. In fact, the dream felt so real that it pushed me over the edge and into orgasm. The continued stroking had brought me to the edge, but the images in my mind and the sounds from their bedroom were the final push I needed to fall into delightful, sexual oblivion. I was unable to stop the loud moan of pleasure from escaping my slightly parted lips. Once again, thick, copious streams of come flowed from the end of my pulsating cock. As I leaned against the wall and tried to regain my strength, I realized that things had gotten awfully quiet in their room. My eyes widened in shock as I realized that they must have heard me. My legs were still weak from my orgasm, but I struggled valiantly to make my way to the bathroom. I barely had time to clean myself up before I heard a knock on my bedroom door. "Jimmy, are you in there?" my mom's voice called softly through the closed door. I swallowed nervously and considered just ignoring her. But I knew that wouldn't work. She's not the type of person to walk away when she gets ignored. She would stay there and keep calling out to me until I answered the door. So, I cleared my throat and tried to answer her. "I-I'm in the bathroom, mom. What's up?" "Come out here. I need to talk to you." "Uh, I'd love to, mom. But I'm not wearing any clothes." I replied, feeling my heart pounding hard in my chest. "Get out here now, young man!" she growled. "I mean it!" Mom's New Owner Ch. 01 Well, that's it, then, I thought. She knew I'd been listening and she was pissed off. I was hoping that she'd want to talk calmly about it. But my reluctance to come out of the bathroom must have pushed her over the edge. I swallowed nervously once again and slowly walked to the bathroom door. I didn't want to open it, since my cock was still fully hard, but I knew better than to disobey her when she was this mad. So, staring at my feet, I pulled the bathroom door open and walked across the room to stand before her. She'd decided to enter my room after I'd unintentionally made her angrier. I still had to cross my room to reach her, though, because she'd only come inside far enough to allow her to close the door. I heard a small gasp when I reached her and looked up quickly. What I saw completely blew me away. My mom was staring at my hard cock with lust in her eyes. As I stood there looking at her, her small, pink tongue darted out to moisten her lips and her right hand gently brushed the side of her firm breast. I suppose I could have tried to cover myself when I'd entered the room. On the other hand, I don't think it would have made much difference seeing that I was fully hard. My hands can only cover so much and I'm not exactly small in that area. I was hardly able to believe what I was seeing. My own mother had gotten turned on by looking at my body. Maybe it was because she'd just had sex and her body was still recovering from being highly aroused. I nodded to myself as that thought entered my mind. I felt my heartbeat return to a semi-normal pace. Noticing that mom was still staring raptly at my throbbing member, I softly cleared my throat to get her attention. "Yes. Um. We, um, need to talk, Jimmy." She said, tearing her eyes away from my hard cock and looking me in the eyes. "I know that you were listening to your father and I having sex a few minute ago. That was very wrong of you, son. You shouldn't be listening to other people having sex." "Yes, mom. I know, but..." I replied, but she kept talking as if she hadn't heard me. "It's beyond rude. It's deviant behavior that we just won't stand for. Your father and I have reputations that could be seriously damaged if anyone else found out what you were just doing. Our reputations are one of the most important requirements for us to adequately perform our duties at the hospital. Do you understand, son?" "Yes, mommy." I said, lowing my eyes to the floor once again. "I'm very sorry and it will never happen again. I promise." "I know, baby." She replied, placing her hand on my shoulder. "Your father is highly upset by this. If he hears that you've done this again, he'll be the one talking to you. And you know what that means." I swallowed a nervous lump as I heard those words. My father wasn't much of a talker when it came to discipline. If he'd be doing the "talking" next time, I'd be in for a rough time. His "talking" would amount to him literally kicking my ass from one end of the house to the next. My dad didn't get angry often, but when he did he was a force to be reckoned with. He'd been raised by his semi-religious aunt and uncle who'd believed that a physical confrontation was the best way to teach morality. I suppose it was all that "spare the rod and spoil the child" nonsense. Of course, I'd never really read up on that particular saying, so I couldn't say for sure. As I looked up at my mom, I saw that she was smiling. She knew she'd gotten her point across just by the look in my eyes. She ruffled my hair playfully and told me to get dressed. She also reminded me to clean up my mess on the bed before it stained the mattress. I nodded and she turned to leave the room. I began to pick up my clothes, but I hesitated slightly when I noticed her gazing at me once again. I looked into the mirror and I saw the lust burning behind her beautiful brown eyes. She must have realized I was watching her because her eyes darted to the mirror and locked with my own. The moment they met, it was as if my resistance fell away. I no longer cared that I was naked in front of my mother. After I finished picking up my clothes, I moved over to my bed. I tossed them onto my rumpled covers before I started to put them on. All the while, I felt my mother's eyes burning holes into my body. My thick shaft grew even harder from her gaze, if that was even possible. I didn't say a word about her watching me as I continued to get dressed. Once I finished, I walked over to where she stood in front of my closed bedroom door. She backed away from me until her back hit the solid wood surface. She looked like a deer frozen in the headlights of an oncoming car. I slowly raised my right hand upon reaching her and placed it on the door next to her head. Then I leaned in towards her ear to whisper something to her. I wasn't intending to do anything inappropriate. I just wanted to see how she'd react to my nearness. This maneuver put my body very close to hers. Even through the layers of our clothing, I could feel the intense heat from her pussy. I felt a strange desire to tease her just a bit more, so I merely breathed gently against her ear for a few minutes. An unconscious moan slipped past her lips as she allowed me to stand so close to her. Eventually, she broke the silence to speak to me." "J-Jim-my. W-we c-can't do this. What about y-your f-father?" "What about my father? We're not doing anything wrong. Are we, mommy? I mean, I was just going to ask you to move, so I could go find dad and apologize." I said. Then I leaned back with what I hoped was a curious expression on my face. It was one I rarely used, so I wasn't sure I could pull it off. I looked into her eyes and said, "Why? Were you expecting me to do something to you? Forgive me, mommy, but I thought you were dad's bitch. Didn't he tell you that no one else can have you or something like that?" "Oh, gawd. You heard that, Jimmy? Um...I-I'm sorry, baby. M-maybe we s-should move your r-room somewhere else in the house. I-it must be tough for you to listen to us having sex so often." She said, trying to change the subject. I felt her unconsciously brush her covered pussy against my cock as she spoke and it only made me more confident in what I was doing to her. I knew, without a doubt, that I'd seriously turned her on. I also knew that she wanted to be taken by her own son. She was just as deviant as she claimed I was. Unfortunately, I wasn't quite brave enough yet to test the waters, so to speak. At least, I didn't have the courage to test them any more than I already had. I stepped back from her, after giving her a familial kiss on the cheek, and then I nodded in agreement. "I think that might be a good idea, mommy." I said. I knew that my repeated use of the word mommy had gotten to her. The look she had in her eyes whenever I said it was all the proof I needed. Her eyes flashed with excitement every time. "May I go look for daddy now and apologize to him like a man?" She stood there against my door in silence for so long that I almost repeated my teasing question. But then she nodded and moved aside to let me leave the room. I couldn't stop the grin from forming on my lips as I left her alone in my room. I'm sure she waited until she thought I couldn't hear to let the moan flow past her lips. Unfortunately for her, it was still perfectly clear to me from my position halfway down the hallway. * Even so, I'd ignored it at the time. I'd known, even then, that there were a lot of preparations I'd have to make before I could even begin to think about seducing my own mother. Her various reactions to me had cemented that very idea in my mind. Don't get me wrong, though. I'd tried very hard over the following months and years to rid myself of those thoughts, as well as my plan to seduce her. Regrettably, nothing I'd done had worked. So I'd eventually given in to my dark desires and had begun to scheme like only a horny young man could. I'd researched every article, book, and bit of information I could that had to do with the BDSM lifestyle, which was the one I believed my parents were a part of. It had taken me quite a while to learn what I'd thought I'd needed to. It had taken even longer to experience that life myself, from the point of view that my mother did. I wanted to dominate my mother in the worst way. On the other hand, I knew that I had to understand things from her side of the fence if I wanted to be taken seriously as her master. Although it was a lot of hard work, I'd known that it would be worth it in the end. The events of that day happened more than two years ago. I can't tell you how hard it was to keep from fucking my mother while she was still married to my father. Even though I'd stopped caring about committing incest, I had no intention of having sex with a married woman. Besides, if dad had found out, we wouldn't have gotten anything in the settlement and we'd probably be in jail right now. I know it's wrong, but the moment I found out the divorce was finalized, I silently thanked the hands of fate. Now I could do whatever I chose with her and I'm sure she realized this too. I know she did because when she'd told me about the divorce, she'd winked at me and she'd licked her lips in a most sexual way. Apparently, my mom was smarter than I'd given her credit for. She'd obviously known all along what I'd been doing since our talk. She knew I'd been studying up on how to dominate her, so that I could be with her in the same way that my father had been. What was most surprising of all, however, was that she didn't seem to mind about having that sort of relationship with her son anymore. I still wouldn't allow anything to happen between us, though. I knew that dad would have told someone to keep an eye on her for the first few months of the divorce. He'd want to make sure that she hadn't also been cheating on him while they'd been married. I know it seems stupid, but my dad would assume that if she had any boyfriends in those first few months, those men would be the ones she'd cheated on him with. So, while I waited for the right moment, I continued to do a lot of research online. I read as much as I could on the subject of domination and submission because I wanted to be the best possible master my mom had ever had. I had no idea of how much information there'd be on this subject when I'd first started. The sheer volume of information that I found, both from reading websites and from talking with other people in the lifestyle, was enough to make my head spin. But, I figured, the more knowledgeable I became on this subject, the better I'd be when it came to dominating my mother. Of course, I couldn't devote as much time to learning about this new lifestyle as I wanted to. Running the farm took a lot of work and mom needed all the help she could get. She also sent me into town on numerous occasions to pick up the things we needed. I suggested hiring a few people to help out, but she merely told me that this was mother-son quality time. I'd be going off to college next year, so she wanted to spend as much time with me as she could. I couldn't blame her for that nor could I even feel angry that she was keeping me from finishing my plans for her. We had all the time in the world to explore that sort of relationship with each other. Dad had finally stopped checking up on her activities. He had a new girlfriend and, between the work at the hospital and his devotion to her, he had no time to worry about what mom was doing. We'd hoped that he wouldn't be able to get in touch with us, but someone in the family had given him our phone number. So I'd had to put up with weekly phone calls from him for a while. He kept asking me to move in with him and Tiffany. As it turned out, Tiffany happened to be the woman whose jaw had been broken by my mom. I told them both that I had no intentions of ever moving away from my new home. I also told them that mom needed me here to keep the farm running smoothly. After explaining this to them several times, they finally gave up and told us good luck. There was only one thing left to do before I took the last step into a life of being my mother's master. I'd read something, during my research on dominance and submission, about people in the lifestyle having their own personal dungeon. Not one of those medieval torture chambers like you read about in books. No, this would be more like a playroom. It would be filled with all sorts of sexual devices that only serve to enhance the pleasures found in domination and submission. My mother probably just assumed I planned to turn the basement into another home gym like my father had built in our old house. But I'd decided to turn it into our own little dungeon. Thanks to some of the people I'd met online, I now had several addresses to websites that supplied all the "toys" anyone could ever want or need in this lifestyle. Most of them were really tacky, but there were several that'd be more than adequate for what I had planned. Some of them even had real-life shops for people who didn't like ordering things online. I just hoped I could get the dungeon completely set up without mom finding out about it. A few days later, I found my chance when mom told me that she had to go out of town for a couple of weeks. Her brother had become really ill and she needed to fly out to Houston to help my aunt take care of him. I offered to go with her to help, but she said there wasn't really anything I could do and that I'd only get in the way. So I drove her to the airport the next day and told her not to worry about me. I told her I was plenty old enough to take care of myself and that she should just focus on helping Uncle Ted get better. Once the plane had taken off, I hurried home and got the addresses to the shops I wanted to visit. Mom had given me a healthy allowance since the divorce, which I'd been hiding in a corner of my closet, and now I had more than enough to get everything I needed. As I thought about all the things I had planned for her, my heart began to beat rapidly in my chest and my cock became hard as a rock. However, I had more than a little trouble finding the first shop on my list. The address I'd been given was apparently wrong because there was no shop at the specified location. Even asking nearby store owners didn't help. No one had even known there was a shop like that in town. I'd almost given up hope and had considered moving to the next shop on the list, when someone came to my rescue. As I walked along the street, someone grabbed me from behind and pulled me into a dark alley. They were very strong, whoever they were, because I couldn't break their grip. Before I could do anything else, they quickly whispered an address in my ear. Then they released me and ran as fast as they could away from me. Apparently, they'd been one of the people at the shops I'd visited, but didn't want anyone to know who they were or what they were interested in. That was fine by me as I had the address I wanted. It didn't matter who they were as long as I could continue with my plans. Thirty minutes later, I was in the shop and was pleasantly surprised with what I'd found. The shop was designed to resemble a 13th century torture chamber. Even the building itself resembled an English castle from that same time period. Along with the toys I wanted, there were displays of every kind of torture device you could think of and even some you couldn't. The store clerks had even gotten into the spirit of things as they were all dressed like slaves. They wore simple peasant clothing that barely covered their ample cleavage. They were all very beautiful and seemed to be in great physical condition. It was apparent the shop owner had hired them strictly for how they looked. What better way to entice people to come to your shop again and again than to have scantily clad women working for you? After a long talk with the owner, he agreed to have everything I wanted delivered to my home within the next few days. He even agreed to call a contractor for me to have the room remodeled to better serve my needs. The cost was pretty high, but was more than worth it in my opinion. I could hardly wait to see what the new dungeon would look like. Several days later, the room was completely finished and it was everything I'd hoped it would be. There were several shelves along the walls that held various toys of many shapes and sizes. There were vibrators, blindfolds, paddles, nipple clamps, and several other toys that I was very interested in trying on my mom. There were also more than enough supplies to keep them in perfect working order. In the middle of the room was a large padded table and an equally well padded pommel horse. The table had eyelets built into the sides that'd help keep mom secured to it while I drove her to the edge of desire as often as I chose. The pommel horse had no eyelets, but the legs were adequately positioned so that a person could be comfortably tied to them. The concrete floor was sanded as smooth as was possible and additional eyelets were installed into it to allow me even more chances to bind my mother. The walls had been covered in a soft, thick carpet to help deaden any sound. Even though there was no one around to hear us, I still thought the sound buffers were a nice addition. I licked my lips in anticipation as I, once again, thought about all the things I had planned for her. As I stood in the basement and surveyed my new dungeon, I realized my cock was hard again. I didn't want to let this one go to waste, so I walked over to the recliner and sat down. I'd had one brought in as I knew I'd need somewhere to sit down when I got tired and I wanted to be as comfortable as possible while I relaxed. I'd even bought a large, cushiony pillow for mom to kneel on when she wasn't serving me. I opened my robe slowly and wrapped my hand around my hard, thick cock. My arousal had made my skin so sensitive that I gasped in pleasure at my touch. I closed my eyes and leaned back in the chair as I slowly slid my hand up and down my burgeoning member. The feeling of the head sliding through the tight tunnel my fist made was exquisite. My hips lifted uncontrollably and my moans slowly filled the room as I sought the peak of carnal desires. I was more aroused than I'd ever been in my life and it was hard not to come too soon. I writhed with desire as I struggled valiantly to hold back the tidal wave of emotions threatening to break through the dam of my control. A sudden gasp from behind me made me jump and I quickly looked around to see who it was. However I was too far gone to stop my hand from continuing its fevered motions. The sight of my mother standing there watching me masturbate was enough to send me over the edge and into the abyss of sexual completion. I groaned loudly and closed my eyes tightly as I exploded into orgasm. I continued to stroke my cock as long, thick ropes of come erupted from the end of my throbbing manhood. Before I'd recovered, my mother rushed to kneel by my side and licked up every drop of come she could find. I loved the feel of her soft tongue gliding over my long, hard cock. But I had to regain control of the situation before I allowed things to get out of hand. I had a specific plan for how I wanted things to progress and allowing her to do whatever she wanted to me wasn't a part of it. With that in mind, I grabbed her hair tightly and pushed her away. As I looked down at her, I could see the desire and need in her eyes. I could also see she was a little hurt at being pushed away. I hated to see that expression on her face, so I rushed to reassure her. "It's okay, slut. I'm not upset with you, but I had to stop you before things went too far." I said. "Slut? Jimmy! How dare you talk to me like that? I'm your mother!" she replied. Mom's New Owner Ch. 01 I laughed softly at those words and leaned forward slowly. Before she could stop me, I grabbed her hair tightly again and pulled her head back. I looked deep into her eyes as she struggled to get free. But all of her struggles were in vain because I was much stronger than she was. "Stop struggling. You're not going to get free until I'm ready to release you. Understood? Besides how can you complain after what you were just doing to me?" "J-Jimmy? What's gotten into you? Why are you treating me this way?" she asked, obviously trying to ignore the fact that she'd just been licking my cock. "I'm treating you this way because we both want me to." I said, releasing her hair to caress her cheek tenderly. She unconsciously leaned into my touch as I continued talking. "Do you remember when you caught me listening to you and dad fucking all those years ago? Do you remember how you reacted when you thought I was going to fuck you right there in my bedroom?" "What?! Oh! Yes, I remember now. I thought you'd forgotten about it or else you'd decided you didn't really want me." She replied, lowering her eyes to the floor. "I mean, you didn't even react when I flirted with you after telling you the divorce was final. I gave up on having you as a master when that happened. Until this moment, I'd resigned myself to never having the chance to have sex with you. But, when I saw you sitting there and stroking your cock, my body just seemed to take control of me. I had to get my lips on it before I lost my chance." I smiled softly as her tear-filled eyes lifted to look into my own. I could see that she was ashamed of herself. I could also see that the time was right to make her mine. Without another word, I grabbed one of her breasts and roughly fondled it as I leaned forward to kiss her deeply. She squeaked in surprise at the suddenness of my actions, but she couldn't bring herself to resist what I was doing to her. She moaned softly as the kiss deepened even further. I could feel her nipple harden in my strong hand. She tried to move closer to me, but I growled a warning and she quickly settled back upon her knees. Her body quivered with desire as I broke the kiss. I looked into her eyes yet again. I grinned when I noticed her legs opening and closing slowly. I knew she was trying to suppress her desires before she lost control. I also knew a sudden shock would help calm her down, so I leaned closer to her to distract her. I made as if to kiss her, and then I suddenly ripped open her blouse. Although she gasped in surprise, I ignored it in favor of removing the garment completely. She tried to cover herself, but I pushed her hands away. I looked hungrily at her beautiful breasts as I imagined sliding my cock between them. When I looked up at her face again, she was blushing hotly and staring at the floor. "You have very beautiful breasts, mommy. You should be proud of them." "T-thank you, J-Jimmy." "I want you to call me sir when we're in dominant and submissive mode, like we are now. You're training as my slave has now begun. After I've decided you've been trained enough, I'll ask you if you're ready to submit to me. When you've done that, you'll be allowed to call me master." I corrected her. "The rest of the time, you can call me whatever you like, as long as you're being respectful." "Yes, sir." She replied. "I'm just not used to having someone looking at me the way you are. It's been so long that I'd almost forgotten what it was like." "I understand. You'll get used to it again." I drew her gaze back up to my own so I could study her expression. I suddenly had the feeling that I was going about this the wrong way. Perhaps it would be better to show her my non-dominant side first. She'd been through hell the last couple of years or so, after all. She deserved a bit more pampering, I thought, before we explored what the dominance and submission lifestyle had in store for us. "Come here, please, mommy." I said, holding my arms out to her. She immediately crawled onto my lap and curled tight against my chest. She seemed confused at my sudden change in attitude, so I gave her a soft kiss on the lips and explained. "I've decided to hold off on training you for the time being. I think you deserve a bit more pampering. I know you deserve to have me prove my love and my devotion to you before we start doing the master and slave thing. Don't you?" "Oh, Jimmy, I know you love me. I also know you're completely devoted to me. You've proven that time and time again over the years." She said, looking up at me with happy tears in her eyes. She blushed again as she said, "On the other hand, I think I'd like a bit more pampering. I've really gotten used to it since we moved here." "Then you shall have it, my queen." I said. The joyful expression that one sentence created in her beautiful face was all the reward I needed. I pressed my lips to hers as my fingers slid into her sandy-blonde hair. My tongue darted into her mouth the moment her lips parted, which drew a satisfied moan from the both of us. We spent what felt like an eternity making out in my recliner. When our breath grew faint, we broke apart and rose from the chair. My mother seemed reluctant to allow me to stray too far from her side because she laced her fingers with mine as we made our way upstairs. Although she let me go when I started to make dinner, she perched herself on the counter nearby to watch my every move. We talked about her brother while I cooked dinner. He seemed to be doing perfectly fine now. I wasn't surprised, considering he had two beautiful women tending to his every need for an entire week: his older sister and his young wife. I had no idea how he'd managed to convince a woman almost half his age to marry him. All I knew for sure was that he was a very lucky man. During dinner, we talked about what I'd done while she'd been away. I told her that I'd organized a surprise for her and that she'd find out what it was when I felt the time was right. There was a mischievous glint in my eyes, which made her face flush yet again. Surprisingly, though, she didn't press me about her surprise. She just changed the subject and started talking about her future plans for our farm. Once we'd finished eating, I collected the dishes and carried them into the kitchen. However, she told me to just leave them in the sink until tomorrow. She took my hand and led me into the living room. After pushing me down onto the couch, she slid onto my lap and curled up against me once again. We spent the rest of the night cuddling, and then I carried her up to bed. To my further surprise, she said I was more than welcome to sleep next to her tonight. I'm not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, so I stripped down to just my boxer briefs and slid in next to her. I held her close as we both drifted off into a very contented sleep.