Storiesonline.net ------- Commanding Presence by colt45 Copyright© 2005 by colt45 ------- Description: What would it be like to be so submissive, so indecisive, that you couldn't even decide what chores to do around the house? What would it be like to live with someone like that? Evan Hill is in just this situation. His mother is almost pathologically submissive, and now as a young man on the verge of adulthood he is forced to assume his father's position as head of the house. Just how much of this mantle can he assume? How much should he, and how far will it go? Codes: MF mF FF Mult harem rom cons slave inc mother son D/S Mdom BD lght preg ------- ------- Chapter 1: The Doctor "What is it you want to get out of these sessions, Evan?" Dr. Hugo Black removed his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. Carefully replacing the spectacles he looked over at his young patient. "I don't know Doc. I've been coming here for the past two years and, well, I just feel there is something unfinished, missing... something that just isn't right." Evan Hill didn't quite squirm in his chair but his folded hands seemed to want to move with a mind of their own. He wasn't nervous, or at least he didn't feel nervous; he had been coming to Dr. Black since his father died two years earlier. Dr. Black was a grief counselor as well as psychologist and their weekly sessions had been a source of comfort during the troubled times following the death. But that was in the past. For a seventeen-year old boy two years constituted an immense amount of time, not quite a lifetime but close. His grieving was done, over, the tears come and gone. Life was supposed to go on now, get better, but for some reason it hadn't and he wanted the magic pill that would fix it. "Well let's talk about this, try to discover what it is you seem to be missing." Dr. Black steepled his fingers in front of his face and sighed to himself. He had a pretty good idea what was troubling the boy but was conflicted on how to clinically and ethically proceed. "First I think we can both agree that grief over your father's death isn't what's bothering you. You were over that fairly quickly that first year." "Wait, I loved my--" Evan protested. The Doctor quickly cut him off by raising his hands. "Of course you did, Evan, I never meant to infer you didn't. But let's be honest: You weren't that close to your father and the grief you felt was appropriate and healthy for a person your age. We've talk about this, of course it hurt, and still might a bit, but that isn't what's bothering you now, is it?" "No," Evan sighed. Carefully stretching his arms out in front of him, he slowly placed them on his knees thinking carefully about what he wanted to say. What the doctor had said was true; he had never been extremely close to his father. Grant Hill had been a very successful salesman. He earned a good living and provided well for his family but it required a considerable amount of time on the road. It wasn't unusual for him to be gone Monday through Friday back for two days and out again the next Monday. Given the time he spent at home he was more of a stranger to his son than a real father and his personality didn't help either. Some would have called him a bit of a cold fish. He was aloof, reserved and even somewhat autocratic. His father, yes; never his friend. When he died there was shock and loss but it wasn't as if a huge part of his life had been ripped out. His mother had suggested they both go to the grief counselor and it had helped but it wasn't the loss of his father that bothered him now. "No," he said again, "I don't know what the problem is but it's not Dad's death. I know something's wrong but I just can't figure it out and I keep lashing out at people even when I know it's wrong." "Lashing out? Who do you 'lash out' at and how do you do it?" The doctor fell easily into the role of detective; this is what he loved about his job. Of course there was the helping people, the money, prestige. Yes, there was all that but what he really loved was the chase, the hunt for the elusive reason. Once the reason was found then it was usually fairly simple to cure the problem, or at least treat the symptoms, but finding the cause: Ah that was the real mystery. He often thought he could have, or maybe should have been a real detective instead of a psychologist, but then cops didn't make didilie-squat and anyway he never got shot at so this was actually much better. "Lash out? Well I guess I mean just that. I get angry, you know, mad. I yell sometimes and, I don't know, blow up at them. Who? My mom mostly I guess, sometimes the kids at school, but mostly my mom." "Okay." The doctor sat back, relaxing the conversation a little, letting the boy continue with just a little prompting, "Does your action come as a response to any particular stimuli of is it random? What I mean is there one particular thing that seems to set you off or does it just seem to happen at odd times?" "I don't know. Random, I guess, I can't think of any one thing I was doing when I get mad." "Well then let's look at a couple of the situations. When did this happen last? Try to think of everything that happened before the incident and then for a little while after." "Okay. Actually the last time it happened was just last week." He looked a bit sheepish, his cheeks coloring slightly as he thought about what happened. ------- Evan took the stairs two at a time as he rushed to get ready. He was already late for his soccer game and needed his uniform jersey. Now where is that damn thing? He knew he put it in the laundry after the last game, he remembered exactly where it had been. That had been days ago; where could it be now? "Mom! Have you seen my uniform shirt? I put it in the laundry last week and can't find it. Mom? Where are you?" He ran into the family room and to no surprise found his mother sitting in front of the TV watching some insipid game show. Cheri Hill's mouth was slack, eyes staring at the screen; it was obvious she hadn't heard him. "Mom? Hello there. Earth to Mom." He waved his hand in front of her face. She blinked and twisted her head to look up at him. A little smile played at the corner of her mouth. "Oh hi Evan. Did you say something? I guess I didn't hear you." "I asked if you had seen my uniform jersey. I put it in the laundry last week and I can't find it. Do you know where it is?" he asked patiently. "Uniform? Laundry? I don't know, I just don't know." She struggled to get out of the chair. She wore the faded blue housecoat that she normally wore, ratty and dirty, with slippers that should have been thrown away years ago and probably whatever nightgown she had on from the night before. Evan started to get a little pissed. It was one in the afternoon, sure it was true his mom didn't work, she didn't need to, the life insurance money and investments were enough to take care of her for a good long while, but damn it, people didn't just lay around all day; that just wasn't right. She shuffled out of the family room heading toward the laundry. Evan followed her. The laundry room was a mess. Dirty clothes lay in baskets all over the floor, there didn't seem to be anything clean in sight. Cheri started to root around in some of the baskets finally pulling a crumpled yellow ball of material from the bottom of one. "Here it is, hon. I guess I didn't get to it yet, I'm sorry." "Oh mom! It's game day! I needed this for my game!" He threw it into a sink and turned the water on. "I can't believe you didn't do it! What the hell have you been doing besides staring at the goddamn TV? Do we have any clean clothes? Damn it, do I have to do everything around here? Christ, how about you clean yourself up for once and get some of this laundry done!" He sprinkled a little detergent on the wet shirt and began to hand wash it under the faucet. He didn't even bother to see what effect his words had on his mother. Wringing the water out of the shirt he pushed past her and ran out of the house thinking he could hold the shirt out the car window and maybe it would be sort of dry by the time he got to the field. Later as he was coming home he regretted his harsh words and language. While he had been hurt by his father's death, his mother had been devastated. It was like something had been ripped out of the fabric of her being. She walked around in a daze barely conscious of what was taking place around her. She had always been the model housewife. Her house was always so clean it sparkled, meals were fabulous and on schedule, laundry always done. Mending, shopping, everything that defined a happy home was taken care of. Now it was just the opposite. Nothing was ever on time; meals could be anything from frozen TV trays to hamburger carryout. Laundry, well laundry got done mostly when Evan did it and not before. She sat a lot and watched TV and very little else. The strange thing was you would never have guessed this would have been her reaction. As cool and reserved as his father had been to Evan he was as much or more so towards his wife. The times he was home he barely acknowledged her presence unless it was to complain or berate her for some slight or even imaginary fault. And although he could never prove it he would have sworn he had heard the smack of something hitting flesh and stifled cries coming from his parents' room when his dad was home. As he grew older he would have sworn she was an abused wife, but she never showed a bruise, limped or complained. In fact she seemed to be happiest when dad was home in spite of the treatment she received. Evan didn't understand it but figured if she was happy then everything must be all right. After her husband's death Cheri was never quite the same. She almost never smiled, housework was chronically left undone, and she couldn't focus. It was like she didn't know what she was supposed to do anymore. Evan didn't know what he could do to help her. He tried to be gentle and understanding. He knew she was ill, that had to be it. Somehow her husband's death had unhinged her reason and he just had to be patient until she healed. But damn, it was hard! Not only did he have his schoolwork to do, and sports, but now he was supposed to do all the housework too, it wasn't fair! It wasn't right! He was the kid, not her! Sometimes that anger boiled out of him before he could stop it and would result in another scene like the one in the laundry room. He knew she would have been crying all day and he would need to apologize. He knew she didn't deserve this; she was sick, it wasn't her fault. He sighed as he parked in the driveway. Entering the house he dropped his gear bag by the front door and decided he better say he was sorry now rather then wait for later. He walked into the family room expecting to find her in front of the TV again but the room was empty. "Mom, I'm home! Are you here?" he yelled. He heard a faint reply. "Yes dear, I'm back here in the laundry room." Walking into the laundry room he was amazed at what had taken place in the few short hours since he'd left. The washing machine was running as was the dryer. Clean clothes were folded, sorted and stacked in neat piles waiting to be put away. His mother was bent over the ironing board putting the final touches on one of his school shirts. She had indeed cleaned herself up. She was wearing a clean pair of jeans and one of his father's old dress shirts. Her hair was pinned up on her head but it was obvious that it had been washed and rolled. It looked like she had even put on a little makeup, which she very rarely did anymore. Evan was struck silent for a minute as he looked at his mother. He had always thought of her as a pretty woman but here in the most unflattering of places she looked truly beautiful for the first time in months, maybe years. Cheri Hill had always been a remarkable looking woman. Of medium height she had dark brown hair that fell half way down her back. Her figure would have been called the classic hourglass, a shapely if not overlarge bosom tapering down to a narrow waist flaring out to rounded but well proportioned hips and butt. Her face was heart-shaped and slightly rounded with large dark eyes and wide sensual lips. What he saw was in every sense a beautiful, and he had to admit, sexy woman. But he also knew what he couldn't see was the best of all. Cheri Hill had a set of the most drop-dead gorgeous legs ever created by God. She could easily have been a hosiery model or a Vegas showgirl. Those legs started from perfectly proportioned buttocks, the hips slightly flaring then tapering down a smooth thigh to calves that could only be described as perfection. He hadn't seen her dressed up lately and had only briefly seen her legs when they had been swimming earlier that year, but he remembered and his imagination filled in the rest. Shaking his head slightly -- after all this was his mom not some bimbo from school -- he shouldn't be thinking about her this way no matter how good looking she was. But she should be told, he thought. She made the effort and he should reward her. "Wow you really look great, Mom! And look at this! You have been busy! Can I help with anything?" She looked up from the shirt she was ironing and smiled at him blushing just a little. "No baby, I'm almost done here. You can carry those full baskets upstairs for me when you get a chance though." "Sure, no problem, I'll get it done right away." He looked down not wanting to meet her eyes, "Ah Mom, I want to say I'm sorry about yelling at you earlier. I shouldn't have and, well, I'm just real sorry." "Oh Evan, you don't have to say you're sorry." Cheri put her iron down and walked over to him, "I'm the one who should be apologizing, not you." She grabbed his hands in hers and tears starting to roll down her cheeks. "I haven't been much of a mother lately, have I? I'll try to do better, I promise." He let go of her hands and hugged her, drawing her head into his shoulder. "Mom, we'll get through this. Don't you worry; I'm right here." "So you yelled at her for not doing the laundry," said Dr. Black. Evan just looked at the floor and nodded his head yes. "Did you hit her, or even threaten her?" Evan's head popped up right away. "Of course not!" he said. "I'd never touch her. Oh my God, do you think she thought that?" His face went pale with the thought that his mother had been afraid of him. "Did she act afraid? Did she avoid you?" "No," he replied slowly. "In fact she seemed happy. She actually smiled for the first time in a long time." "And she did the laundry and cleaned herself up?" "Yes." "When you lashed out before this, was it for something she did or something she didn't do?" "Ah, something she didn't do, I guess. Laundry had been a real problem but we, I guess maybe I should say 'I' have had words about meals and some other things also. Look, I'm not proud of what I did and maybe we can work this out. I don't want to blame my mom for something that's not her fault." "Hmm, yes, well, maybe it is her fault, just a little." Dr. Black sat back again looking at the young man in front of him. "You know as well as I do that your mother has also been my patient for the past two years." Evan nodded his head again not saying anything. "As my patient I can't discuss her condition with anyone, even you, but maybe we can work on something that may help her, and you also. I'm not condoning the yelling or verbal abuse but it might be appropriate to 'suggest, ' even 'strongly suggest' that she do some of what needs to be done. Don't beg or plead with her, just tell her what you want done and see what happens. Do you think you can do that?" Evan again shook his head, "I think so." "Good. Well it looks like your time is up for this week. I think we have done very well. Let's build on this next week." As his young patient left Dr. Black started writing in two separate files, one labeled "Hill, Evan A." the other "Hill, Cheri D." He was beginning to understand what the true underlying problem was here. If it was what he thought there may indeed be no "cure," but sometimes a symptom could be effectively treated such that the patient could lead a happy life. Wasn't that the real goal after all? ------- Chapter 2: Cause and Effect Evan mulled over what Dr. Black had talked about during their last session. Is that what Mom needed, a little direction in her life? Is that what she lost when Dad died? Maybe the best thing to do would be to try some experiments. He could even write down what happened, what he said and the circumstances surrounding it. At least that would give him something concrete to talk to Dr. Black about. What did he have to lose? He decided to start the next day. It was a Saturday; he had no practices or games, no real homework either. What better time to begin? First he went through the house taking a mental inventory of what needed to be done. What to start with? Well maybe he should keep going with what had worked the other day: laundry and personnel appearance. He checked the laundry room. It was obvious that nothing had been done since the previous week; Mom's sudden burst of effort hadn't lasted long. He found her in the family room as expected, watching some silly game show. What was it with these game shows? Did they have their own network or what? As usual she was dressed in her old faded housecoat, slippers and nightgown. Her hair was a little mussed -- but not as bad as it usually was -- no makeup and, well she could have had a shower this morning, but then again maybe not. "Mom, have you seen my Nike T-shirt?" He knew where it was: in the laundry room, and no it wasn't clean. "I don't know, baby." Her eyes never even left the screen. "If it isn't in your room it might be in the laundry." "I'm pretty sure I put it in the laundry last week, Mom, and when I looked in the laundry room I didn't see anything clean. When do you think it might get done?" "Oh, I'll get to it right away honey." She casually waved her hand in his direction but otherwise could have been made of stone for all the movement she made. Well he thought, I made the suggestion now let's see what happens. DAY/TIME: Saturday, 10:30am NOTE: Subject was given mild suggestion to wash laundry that had not been completed for approximately one week. Time limit not imposed or suggested. Initial affirmative verbal reaction noted, no following physical action observed. Evan figured that if anything was going to happen it would within a few hours. Now might be a good time to get the weekly shopping done. He had gradually taken over that task but didn't really mind. This way he could get what he wanted and he knew they would have food in the house. Another plus was since he had been doing the shopping his mother had allowed him to have his own credit card with the same credit limit as hers -- not bad for a seventeen-year-old kid! And as long as he didn't abuse it she didn't seem to mind the little things he charged. At least he assumed she didn't mind; maybe she didn't even look at the bill! Not that it mattered; the credit card was just a tool he used to purchase things they needed. Luckily they didn't need much so he didn't use it that often. He wasn't sure what their financial situation was, and until recently he never even thought to ask. It was stable enough that Mom didn't seem to worry about money and she sure didn't seem to need to work so Dad must have left enough, or at least had enough insurance to see them through. Well, whatever, he thought. Grocery shopping had to be done and it would allow for some time to see if his suggestion had been heeded. Evan returned just after noon, put the groceries away and checked the laundry. Not surprisingly, nothing had been done. Evan noted this in his journal. Now what to do? Try the suggestion thing again? Maybe elevate it to a request. Yes, that seemed to be the best way to go; this time it will be a request. Surely she couldn't ignore a simple request from her own baby boy, now could she? He found her in the family room still watching TV. He wondered if she had even moved. It didn't look like it. Watching her as he had for the last few days, what he saw was really beginning to bother him, and not just because her inactivity adversely impacted him. Well maybe that was part of the reason, but what harm she did to him was nothing compared to what she was doing to herself! She was barely human! Sitting around all day, dirty, wearing ragged and unwashed clothing... Jesus, what could her bedroom look like! This wasn't good, it wasn't right! She wasn't some old maid with nothing to live for. My God, she was only thirty-six years old! Looking at her objectively he could now see the pallor of her skin, the once dynamite legs getting just a bit chunky, more out of condition than fat, but unhealthy just the same. The more he thought about it the more he was convinced he was doing the right thing. At least he was going to try to help! "Mom?" he asked a little tentatively, "did you do the laundry yet?" "No baby. I'll get to it in a little while. There isn't any big hurry is there?" "Well yes there is," he added just a bit more firmness to his voice. "Would you please do the laundry for me? I'll need it tomorrow." "Sure, honey. I'll do it here in a little bit." Again he didn't think her eyes left the TV. "Okay, Mom. Thanks." Turning he left the room to make his journal entries. DAY/TIME: Saturday, 12:30pm NOTE: Since subject had no reaction to mild suggestion an unambiguous request for the action was made. Subject responded in the affirmative however no physical action was noted subsequent to the request. There didn't seem to be much reason to keep checking up on her for the rest of the day, he thought. She would either do it or not. But what would he do if she didn't respond? He needed to think about that. Should he crank it up a notch or should he wait and talk to Dr. Black first? It was something he needed to think about, but not here, not now. What he needed was a little exercise. Playing some hoops with his friends would be just the ticket. Letting his mom know he was leaving, he took off for the rest of the day. The sun peaking through the blinds woke Evan that Sunday morning. He lay in bed still wondering what he should do next. He had checked last night when he got home and the laundry still hadn't been done. Now it was becoming a real pain. Not only did he want to help his mother but also he was running out of clean clothes! He supposed he could do it -- he had many other times before -- but that wasn't the point. She should be doing this, if not this then something else anyway. It wasn't fair that he had to take care of a thirty-six year old baby! Well he would try once more today, maybe a little stronger, a little more direct; then we'll see if that gets any response. Knowing his mother wouldn't be up for a few hours he slipped out of bed and went downstairs to make breakfast. He had a nice spread of bacon, toast, eggs and coffee ready when Cheri finally came down. She saw what he had made, grinned widely and gave him a big kiss on the cheek. "Why this is wonderful, Ev! What's the special occasion?" He just waved his hand and gave her a noncommittal grunt. "Well if you can think of something, you just let me know." After they finished eating, Evan started moving the dirty dishes from the table to the sink getting ready to wash them. "Do you want me to do that, honey?" Cheri asked him. He turned and looked at her, his lips set in a straight grim line. "No," he said looking her directly in the eyes, "I want you to get into the laundry room and do the laundry like you told me you would do for the past two days." "I will honey, I will." Her eyes dropped to the floor and then began to scan the room, lighting on anything but his. He slowly closed the distance between them and reaching with his thumb and forefinger, grasped her chin and lifted it to where he could again look into her eyes. "I mean now. Right now. Just walk in there and get it done." He held his breath his heart beating about twice its normal rate. How would she react? He had never said anything like this to her before! He was ordering her to do something. That's the only way you could take it: It was an order, plain and simple. Her eyes dropped again even while he held her chin up. She made no move to remove his hand or break his contact with her. She bit her lip gently and her body seemed to tremble slightly. A little almost-frightened smile briefly crossed her lips, like the quick passing of a cloud's shadow across the sun on a summer's day. "Okay, baby. I'm sorry I didn't get it done yesterday. I'll go do it right now." With that he released her chin and she turned and slowly walked toward the laundry room. Just as she reached the door she looked back over her shoulder and gave him another of those little half smiles. Well, well, well, he thought to himself, maybe we are getting somewhere now. He decided to leave her alone while he did the dishes and see if she actually started the laundry. This was promising, not conclusive but certainly promising. Turning back to the sink he started to clean up the breakfast dishes. Suddenly the fog cleared from Cheri's mind. After so long she finally had some purpose, some goal, a reason had been given to her. She marched into the laundry room and immediately began sorting the clothing into appropriate piles. Cheri wasn't stupid; in fact she was quite intelligent. It wasn't that she lacked determination, or motivation, initiative or inspiration. No, when she had been given a reason she worked hard and long to get it done. No, that wasn't the problem, being able to produce the reason, that was the problem. She could never explain it, even to herself, but she seemed totally incapable of initiating her own reason. Certainly she knew the laundry needed to be done but until someone else gave her the reason to begin it is very difficult for her to get started. She knew there was something wrong with her, that this wasn't normal. Other people had no problems coming up with their own reason so why couldn't she? Maybe she should talk to Dr. Black about this, really talk about it this time. She had tried; well really she tried to talk about it without really talking about it. Little hints here, inferences there, but never the whole truth. Could he help her? Maybe, she just didn't know. Did she even want help? That was another important question. Her limitations didn't bother her; she was perfectly happy for someone else to produce her reasons. She rather enjoyed the work once she got started. She had been quite content when John was alive. He was her opposite in many ways. He lived to give orders, to direct and to discipline. She shuddered a little remembering some of his discipline sessions. John had been a fine man for the most part but he also had a bit of a psychological flaw himself. He was impotent unless he was administering pain of some kind. Luckily for her his sex drive was very low and his time away from home great enough that these sessions were fairly infrequent. Although she had to admit she did like some parts of this scene. She liked when he spanked her, so long as it wasn't too hard. A nice cherry red ass made her horny enough to do whatever he told her to, whereas bruises killed all desire. All in all she liked the bondage part, it was the heavy pain she didn't. Didn't he realize that he didn't need to hit her very hard? All he had to do was show her he was the master and she would submit. That is what she lived for, to submit to the one, the reason giver. To that one she would give her body, mind and soul. Maybe others would think of her as strange, not a complete human being, but she didn't care. She was never happier than when John would tell her what she had to do, give her her reasons. He would tell her what to do, take care of the baby; clean the house; do the laundry; fix the meals. Whatever, whenever, however, he would tell and she would do it. She missed that. Reasonless, knowing what needed to be done but just not being able to make it become her reason for herself. She was letting down her son. She didn't keep the house or fix the meals. In fact she didn't seem to do much but watch TV lately. Except... except the past couple of weeks. Something was there that had been missing for two long years. At least a little was there. Evan, her darling baby, had actually been able to give her a reason. Meekly for the most part, and they didn't seem to stay reasons for very long, but they were reasons! She wished she could tell him that was what she had been waiting for, let him know that this was what she needed, wanted, had to have. Maybe she could talk with Dr. Black and maybe he could tell Evan what she needed. Oh, she missed that direction, her reasons. What she wouldn't give to have that back! There wouldn't be anything she wouldn't give, anything! Maybe he could take his father's place; maybe he would like being the master. She flushed wondering what it would be like being tied up and under his control. He wouldn't beat her hard, she knew that; he loved her. He would only give her what she needed, what she deserved, never enough to scar or bleed, never the excruciating pain, just a little pain, the kind that made her wet down there, made her heart pound, her breath catch. But would he? She was pretty sure he would, but how to do it, how to bring it about? She rushed into the laundry room plotting her strategies not realizing she had for the first time in a long time given herself a reason. Evan was very pleased. Not only did it seem to work -- his mother was actually doing the laundry -- but she seemed happy. She smiled and joked with him when he walked by, she even turned down his offer of help. It was amazing but once she decided to get something done she was hell on wheels, a truly unstoppable force. Now if he could just identify how to get her started every time and how to keep it going. But this was a very good start, a very good start indeed. ------- Chapter 3: First you identify the problem... "Cheri, do you mind if I make an observation?" Dr. Black sat back in his chair and looked at the young woman sitting in front of him. He sensed something different today, a breakthrough? Maybe not, but there was something she was trying to tell him, but not "tell" him. That part of him that became the detective felt something and like blood in the water draws the shark, this something drew him. "Of course, Hugo, go right ahead." Cheri sat primly in her chair, hands folded in her lap. She had worn a dress today, a full-length peasant dress, nothing reveling but that and the fact that she made an attempt to look presentable was a decided difference from her normal sweat clothes and tied-back hair. "It seems like there is something on your mind today. Now we both know the reason you started coming here is no longer a factor. You are through with your grief and have handled it fairly well. The fact that you still come -- and of course you are welcome here for as long as you believe it is helping you -- tells me there is something else, something you are either looking for or maybe need the answer to. Now, we can sit here week after week and beat around the bush with this or we can confront it and deal with it. It is really up to you. My only goal here is to help you become the best you can be." Having said that, he leaned back waiting for her reply. "I have become aware recently that there is something missing in my life, something I had before and want again." Cheri said slowly. "It is difficult to tell you what that something is but I'll try." Her eyes remained fixed on the nameplate located on the corner of his desk. Slowly she continued running her thoughts through her mind before verbalizing them. "I have never been a very decisive person. When I was a child my father and mother made all my decisions for me: what to wear, what to eat, what to take in school... pretty much everything. When I graduated from high school I married John and he made those decisions for me." She lifted her face and her eyes locked into his. "I do not say this to complain; on the contrary I enjoyed it. I know many people would say I need to be my own woman, independent and decisive in my own right. Well, I'm not sure that is possible for me or even desirable, but I know that I must do something, I am not being a good mother to Evan; in fact he takes care of me more than the other way around." Hugo Black sat back and looked at his patient. What she said was no real surprise to him; he had already suspected something of the sort. Cheri Hill had a very submissive personality. Now they had a number of courses of action available. He could try to "cure" her. The problem with attempting a "cure" is that the patient must be at least partially willing to assist -- meet him halfway as it were -- and totally submissive personalities had a tendency to resist that form of treatment. He could offer institutionalization. Submissives did very well in the institutional setting. In an institution they would direct her life right down to what she would eat, to when she went to bed, but that would be such a waste in this case. She was perfectly able to function with what he suspected was minimal guidance. Institutionalization would be a tragedy here. The real question is what would make her happy, a fulfilled and functional person? It was obvious this personality quirk was not new; she probably had it all her life. Yet she spent over thirty years as a perfectly content person. That contentment is the true goal; the question is how to achieve it? He kept his eyes locked with hers. "I think I understand," he said slowly. "What we need to do is help you become the best person you can and that may not fit the concept of what society considers normal. I see that our time is up. Why don't you think about what it is you are looking for, what you think will help you. Next week we can take up where we left off. Now why don't you send in Evan? We're running into his time as it is." ------- "I am thoroughly impressed with your attention to detail and objective observations. Very clinical, and your incremental progression of stimuli is better than many graduates students I know." Dr. Black set Evans journal down on the desk in front of him. "So, 'Doctor', what, if anything, did your experiments reveal?" "I... Well, I'm not sure." Evan fidgeted in his seat not daring to look at the doctor. "I don't think that's quite correct. I believe you do have a conclusion. I would really like to hear it. It may be wrong, or it may be right. It may even be that we will never know if you are right or wrong. But let's take a look at it nonetheless." Hugo Black was telling Evan the truth. He was very impressed by the young man's attention to detail, use of progressive increase in stimuli and very thorough record keeping. Although the boy couldn't realize it, his few crude experiments and observations fit almost perfectly with the profile Hugo was assembling on Cheri Hill. The question was how much to let the boy know? Would he, or even should he, be part of his mother's therapy? There were many positives and negatives to that situation, but for now it seemed best to let him proceed on his present course. Conventional medical ethics would of course demand the immediate cessation of this line of therapy, but then Hugo Black rarely worried about conventional medical ethics. "Well, if I had to guess... I think... Well she seemed to be happiest when I told her to do something!" he blurted out. "Not when I asked or hinted, just when I told her to do it. It's almost like she wanted to be ordered to do it!" A very sharp young man, very sharp indeed, maybe even too sharp! "Maybe your mother is looking for a little direction in her life. What do you think of that?" "You mean like for the longest time she did what Dad wanted her to do and now she doesn't have that?" "Hmm, a little simplistic maybe, but it is a working theory. Why don't you continue what you have been doing and of course keep track of it. She seems to be happier so I can't think that's bad. Well, I'll see you next week. Good work, Evan. What you are doing for your mother is admirable. I know she would approve." ------- The drive home was unusually quiet; both Evan and Cheri had thoughts of their own to mull over. Evan kept his eyes on the road ahead as a soft rock station played some golden oldies. Cheri looked out the passenger window not really seeing the landscape as they passed it by. What was it the Doctor said? Evan thought to himself. Oh yes: "Maybe your mother is looking for a little direction in her life." Yes that was it, but how to do that and how much was too much or even enough? It was obvious that she wanted to be told what to do around the house. Yes, that would be the starting point. Then what? Maybe what to wear and how to take care of herself? That thought sent a little shiver up his spine. Telling his mom what to wear and maybe she would actually do it! Maybe that little bikini swimsuit she used to have, the one where her breasts seemed to spill out and the bottom was so small it was like she was naked. He knew he shouldn't be thinking these things about his own mother but what the heck, she was a damn fine looking woman, or at least used to be, and she would never know what he fantasized about, so who could it hurt? As Evan lost himself in his own little world Cheri thought about her talk with Dr. Black. She had been far blunter with him than she had meant to be. She had practically come out and said, "I want to be controlled! I need to be used!" His reaction -- actually his non-reaction -- had surprised her. He understood her, understood what she hadn't said as much as what she had, but he had been as casual as if she'd told him she was having some bad dreams. He even said he wanted to help her, not cure her or mold her into something normal, although she thought he would if she asked. No, it seemed like he truly wanted to help her become whatever she really wanted to be, or at least accept what she wanted to be. But what did she want to be? What had she been? That was a little easier. For the past eighteen years she had been a homemaker, a housewife. She had taken care of the home front: cleaned the house, washed the laundry, cooked the meals, bore and raised the child. She wished there had been more children but there never were. She had seen a doctor and asked about it during a routine visit. Several tests later it was confirmed that there were no problems with her, so the most likely culprit was John. Whether it was some medical problem or just his lack of desire for regular sex wasn't certain; it's tough getting pregnant just giving blowjobs. Whatever the reason, the result was their one child. Maybe that should be her reason, her goal. She had been his mother for eighteen years. Why not continue that? It was something she understood, she could do it well, or at least she had been able to do it well, and should be able to again. If he could be her reason then everything would be all right. The only thing left out was sex and she missed that. Even the pseudo-sex that her husband had with her was gratifying for the most part. She longed to have a nice big dick stuffed in her, but she had wanted that for many years and could live without it she supposed. Sighing, she thought about maybe having a boyfriend, someone to satisfy what she longed for but the thought of giving herself to someone other than her reason giver made her mentally cringe. Her reason giver, a new thought popped into her head. If Evan became her reason giver did that mean that she had to give herself to him? The thought appalled her, appalled and excited her. Just thinking about her handsome son sent a hot flash through her body. He was handsome, tall and muscular with a very masculine face that would never be mistaken for some pretty boy. She pictured him standing behind her as she was tied to the posts of the bed in her punishment position, ass bare and sticking up in the air ready to receive the consequences of her poor behavior. She could hear the sound of the light wooden paddle hissing through air and the solid meaty thunk as it hit her exposed cheeks. She could almost feel the sharp pain of the smack as it radiated out from her ass turning to pleasure as it traveled through her body. Her breath became ragged and her pussy wet to the point of soaking through her panties. She crossed her legs pressing them together as the erotic images ran through her mind igniting desires that had been long dormant. "Are you okay, Mom?" "What? Huh?" The question shattered her train of thought. Like a stunned steer she turned toward her son not really understanding what she was hearing. "I said are you okay?" He glanced over at her. He could see as well as hear her ragged breathing, her legs crossed and clenched tightly. "Do you feel all right? You don't sound good." Cheri mentally concentrated on slowing her breathing, trying to relax. "Oh I'm fine, honey. I just need to go to the bathroom really badly, but I can hold it till we get home." "Well all right." He didn't sound convinced. "If you say so. We should be home in just a minute or two, but if you don't feel... Well tell me right away. Do you hear me?" "Of course, dear. To hear is to obey!" she said trying to keep her voice light and jovial. "Just you remember that, wench!" he growled at her clenching his teeth in a mock snarl. "Oh, Evan!" she laughed as they turned into the drive, but his little comment, probably said in jest, caused another shiver of anticipation to run up and down her spine. He was beginning to sound so much like a reason giver she thought. "That's right. You just remember who's giving the orders around here!" He puffed out his chest and flexed his muscles causing her to giggle a little bit. "Now get in there before you pee your pants and then," his look became much more serious, "we need to talk about how we want things done around the house." "Okay, baby" she said as she opened the car door, "I guess we do have some things to talk about. I'll meet you in the family room after I am done and changed." "No!" he snapped, "not in there. I'll meet you in the kitchen and don't bother to change. We can talk wearing what we have on now." "Oh, okay." She was taken aback by his tone of voice and abruptness. Feeling the thrill of being told what to do, she scurried into the house and headed for the bathroom. Evan watched his mother practically run from the drive to the house. Letting out his breath, he willed his heart to slow back to normal. He had told her what to do and she had again done it without question. Well, she hadn't questioned it anyway; it remained to be seen if she would actually do it. He got out of the car and sauntered up to the house on his way to the kitchen. ------- Chapter 4: The New Ruler Evan was seated at the table when Cheri walked into the kitchen. He was amazed to see that she hadn't changed. Score one for the good guys, he thought. She walked over to the table and started to sit down. "No," he said, "just stand there for a minute. You and I have some serious business to talk about but right now I intend to talk first." "But I'm your mother..." she started. "I don't give a shit!" he shouted and pounded the table with his fist. Her hands went to her mouth and a sound of a sob leaked past them. Her eyes glistened; it was obvious she was on the verge of tears. He pushed back from the table, got up and started to walk towards her. He prayed she didn't start to cry; he didn't know if he could do this if she started to cry. "I don't really care right now," he said. "We have a problem here and I've had enough of it." He moved to where he was about four inches away from her face with his eyes boring into her, burning through her like the hot flame of a torch. "This place has been a fucking mess for the past two years now." His language startled her and she started to say something but he continued as if he hadn't noticed. "This place is a mess. The house is filthy unless I clean it. Our clothes are dirty unless I wash them. We would starve if I didn't buy the food and cook it most of the time. I understand that we should share the chores but you haven't done a damn thing for years except watch that stupid TV." His voice hissed through his teeth as she stood mesmerized like a mouse caught in the glare of the poised snake, unable to look anywhere but into those burning eyes. She shivered and yet felt like she was burning up. She wanted to fall to her knees and beg his forgiveness but she was caught in his spell, unable to move. "Well I've had enough. Things are going to change around here. I understand that right after Dad died you needed some time to grieve. Well, that was two years ago. We've both grieved and now it's time to get on with our lives, do you understand?" She could only nod her head, yes. "Good. Now this is what is going to happen: You are going to start doing the laundry when it needs to be done, at least every other day. Got it?" Another nod of the head. "You are also going to clean this trash heap and keep it clean. You are going to cook decent meals and they will be on time from now on, is that clear? Oh and one other thing: I don't want you lying around all day in your robe. You will get up with me and get dressed in the morning just like a normal person. Now is all that clear? Good. Now get upstairs and get changed. You can start on the laundry now." Cheri dropped her hands, nodded her head and mumbled, "Yes." It was like she was part of a dream. She was being given a reason, many reasons, by a real reason giver. Things were so much clearer now, so much better. She turned and ran out towards her room. Only she could have known that the tears streaming down her cheeks were just as much tears of joy as they were from fear and humiliation. ------- Over the next few days the change in their household was so dramatic Evan was having a difficult time keeping his head from spinning off. His mother had become a cleaning demon, up in the morning early, usually before he was, breakfast was ready and she was dressed in her old cleaning clothes ready to go. He had forgotten what a really clean house could look like. Everything shone with a sparkle he had only seen in television commercials. He didn't spend a great deal of time around the house those first few days. He thought it was better to see what she would do on her own without continuous prompting. So far it was pretty good. When he returned home he would find another part of the house cleaned to immaculate perfection, his clean laundry folded, ready to be put away and dinner ready at precisely 6:00 pm. It was like a different woman had inhabited his mother's body. Not only was the work getting done but she seemed to be much happier. She smiled and hummed as she worked and he had yet to see her sitting in any one place for more than a couple of minutes. No more veging out in front of the tube; this woman was strictly business. He hadn't said anything else to her about the housework since the day he yelled at her. No criticism and no real praise. He wasn't sure how she would take any praise. Remembering how his father acted around the house, he couldn't think of one single time he had praised Cheri for anything she had done. Is that how she wanted to be treated? It seemed crazy but who knows? Maybe that's what she liked. Well, he decided, there is only one way to find out. She deserved to be recognized for the hard work she was pouring into the house and he was going to give it to her. If she slacked off or had some other negative reaction, well, that would tell him something new, now wouldn't it? That evening as they sat at the dinner table eating a really scrumptious bit of pot roast he decided to go ahead with his experiment. "Mom?" he looked over at her expectantly. "Yes, dear?" She looked back at him with a somewhat puzzled look. "I wanted to let you know that you have been doing a wonderful job around here lately." She blushed and looked down at her plate. "No, I really mean it," he said. "The house looks fantastic, the laundry is always done and ready, and the food, well, this dinner is really magnificent! I just want you to know that I see what you're doing and really, really appreciate it. I also wanted to say I'm sorry about the other day, I shouldn't have yelled and, well, let's just say I'm sorry." Cheri raised her head to look at her son. Her emotions were in total chaos. She had been complimented on her work so few times in her life she didn't quite know how to handle it. Reason Givers gave the orders, she carried them out. If she failed she was punished and if she did well, well that was to be expected, wasn't it? This was something new. Each word praising her fell like rain on desert sand, sucked in and absorbed, radiating a feeling of pleasure like she had never known before. She liked this, she could get used to this, her reason giver rewarding her with something other than the absence of pain. It made her feel warm and flushed; this was good, very good! She would do almost anything to continue this. But now he was apologizing! To her! He hadn't even beaten her and yet he was saying he was sorry for doing something that she obviously needed and deserved. "No!" she said sharply, realizing she had said it far too loudly and strongly. She lowered her voice and her eyes again. "No. Don't ever apologize for that again. I deserved that and more if the truth be known. I failed you for the past two years. I don't know if I can make it up to you but I'm going to try." Keeping her eyes down the blush came back to her cheeks and she continued, "Thank you for noticing what I have been doing. It's far too little and probably too late, but you don't know what your appreciation means to me. It really means everything. Thank you." "No, thank you, Mom. Tell you what: As a reward for all the hard work you've been doing I am going to take you out this Saturday night. Let's go to dinner and a movie. It's been too long; we both need to get out and I'm going to take you. How does that sound?" "That... that sounds wonderful, honey." Her heart was beating a million times a minute. John had almost never taken her out except when it was business related. He had told her her place was in the home and that was where she would stay, and now dinner and a movie! It sounded like heaven! "Good, then it's a date. Well leave at 7:00, dress nicely, we'll go to that new steakhouse and then out to the movies." ------- For the next few days Cheri worked like a mad fiend. Anything that wasn't cleaned was and everything that had already been cleaned was again. The house sparkled from top to bottom. Evan continued to compliment her as it seemed to make her happier and work even harder. He was really proud of what she had accomplished in less that one week. "Great job, Mom!" he would say as he passed her while she worked, or "Wow! That looks great." Once he even patted her on the ass as he passed saying, "Don't work so hard. Everything is caught up, so take a little time for yourself." The compliments made her feel warm and content but that pat on the ass made her burn and yearn. It had been a long time since she had felt the itch down there and now she was constantly in a state of semi-arousal. Instead of immediately falling asleep like she usually did at night, now she lay awake staring up at the ceiling pressing her legs together trying to suppress feelings that were coming unbidden. Sweating lightly, she was warm, almost as if she had a slight fever, her light nightgown felt like a blanket trapping the heat within her. She got up, turned on the ceiling fan and pulled off the nightgown. Lying on the bed spread-eagled she couldn't help but think how slutty this must look, but other than glancing at the door to make sure it was closed, she didn't move to cover herself. That pat on the ass had burned like a branding iron. It hadn't been a grope or even a caress but she had felt it through her shorts like his hand had been a red-hot piece of iron. Visions of her son came unbidden to her mind. He was standing at the foot of the bed; all she could see of him was his upper torso, naked in the moonlight. She could almost feel the ropes tying her feet to the posts of the king-sized bed, stretching her apart and utterly open and helpless to his view. Her nipples crinkled in anticipation, although in her fantasy her hands were tied, since she could move them she did. Slowly she cupped her breasts as they lay flat on her chest like water balloons not quite inflated to their proper size. Fingers traced their outline, nails slightly digging in causing sharp pulses of sensation. Working her way up her tits she finally reached her nipples. Rolling them between her fingers she imagined it was Evan lightly caressing her, gently pulling the erect nubs until they stood at attention by themselves. Pinching harder, the pain/pleasure shot through her body, seeming to pool in her crotch where it manifested itself as a growing wetness seeping out from between delicate pink lips. While her left hand continued pinching and pulling at a nipple, her right hand slowly began to work its way down over her slightly rounded abdomen until her fingers gently caressed her labia, teasing her outer lips with feather-light touches. She could see him bending down between her legs, pushing them apart at the knees opening her up to his most intimate inspection. It was his fingers that gently worked at her lips, prying them apart, the tips moving down into her as he explored ever deeper into her being. As the fingers found and caressed her clit sending jolts of electricity through her body, she imagined him rising up and over her, his face and chest filling her vision. From where she was she couldn't see his cock but she could feel the head of the hardened shaft rub against her pussy lips as he positioned himself to take her. He stared into her eyes a slight smile on his lips; he needed no guiding to find his proper place. Eighteen years ago he had come out of there and now he was poised to return. Her breathing was hard and ragged; she wanted to press her hips up to him, wanting him to enter her, to possess her. She was the prize mare being held down while the stud stallion bred her. Slowly he moved his hips forward and the head of his cock parted the folded lips of her cunt like a hot knife cleaving through butter... Her orgasm hit her like a runaway freight train. Exploding without warning, she felt her entire body suddenly grow rigid, her muscles locked and shaking. Pleasure coursed through her body, wave after wave hitting her on one side and then the other. Finally they subsided and she let her arms flop down to her sides. It had been the most wonderful thing she had felt in years, much better than the few times John had actually fucked her, and much, much better than the spankings and pain he usually gave her. Of course she knew how to masturbate but he had forbidden it saying she had no right to self-pleasure since she was his and designed for his pleasure only. He had caught her playing with herself before and when that happened, or if he even suspected it, the punishment would be long and painful. Usually it resulted in an orgasm for her but nothing like this pleasure, pleasure without pain was a new and uniquely novel idea to her. After she lay drowsing for a while, she began to think about what she had done, not really about masturbating -- she was an adult and had no problem with something so natural -- but with the fantasies that came to her while she was doing it. In her fantasy there was no doubt it was her son that she envisioned taking her. The thought should have disgusted her, repulsed her, but it didn't. In fact it seemed the most natural thing in the world: He was her reason giver, wasn't he? He demonstrated that this week. He controlled her and she was his, yes he was her son but that meant he really loved her, didn't it? He had given her reasons and then complimented her, told how good she was doing; he's even going to take her out as a reward! He was becoming what she truly needed: He was her compass, her navigator, her captain, the master of her ship. She smiled as she lay back; it didn't matter anyway did it? Fantasies were just that: fantasies. Such a handsome young man wouldn't want anything to do with an old bag like me anyway, she thought, but as she drifted off to sleep she could still feel the ghostly push of a cock head as it entered her, pushing in, deeper, deeper... ------- It was six o'clock Saturday night and Cheri was in a tizzy. Dress nicely he had said. Nicely! Did he mean dress up, kind of sexy? She blushed as she thought about it remembering the last few nights and the fantasies that took over when she went to bed. Or did he mean dress nice as in "taking Mom out for dinner" type of nice. Did she wear the beige suit, it was nice, but she thought it made her look a bit matronly. Maybe the blue dress? That was a bit more risqué, with the hem ending two or three inches above her knees and a plunging neckline that gave an ample view of her cleavage. A pair of hose with matching three-inch heels set off the outfit perfectly. It was a bit tight on her -- the last few years of inactivity hadn't been kind -- but it didn't look too bad. The question was what was she trying to do? Was she trying to seduce her son or just go out for the evening? She told herself they were just going out for a little time together and for something different, but she wasn't sure she really believed it herself. There had never really been any doubt which one she was going to wear. The only thing that would stop her would be if he told her to change. Evan was looking at his watch as she came down the stairs. He appeared to be mildly irritated when he looked up and saw her. His eyes got big and round, his jaw dropping his mouth open. Closing his mouth and swallowing, he looked up into her eyes. "Oh Mom, you look absolutely beautiful." "Is this all right? I'm not overdressed, am I? Do you think I should change?" She was blushing from his statement and with the look he was giving her she already knew what his answer would be, but it didn't hurt to hear it, did it? "All right? Oh yes, more than all right; you are perfect! Change, don't you dare! Maybe I should be taking you to the opera instead of the movies, but change? Never! Your carriage awaits you, milady," he said holding his arm out for her to take. ------- At the restaurant he gave the keys to the valet and practically ran around to open her door. She couldn't remember ever having been treated like this. He was actually showing her off! Strolling slowly to the maître d's podium she could feel the eyes of the male guests following her as they walked. She felt like a prize being displayed to the crowd, a trophy catch paraded by the victor. It felt wonderful! She was tingly and giddy, she was amazed that anyone would actually want to look at her but even more amazed that Evan wanted her to be seen, not just seen but seen as his! They were shown to their table. It was indeed a very nice restaurant: dark enough to be somewhat intimate yet not so dark as to be dingy. It was nicely conducive for two people who may have lived together but have not really known each other for the past few years. They talked about many things during the course of dinner: School and soccer to begin with but as they progressed they were able to talk about what the last few years had meant or done to them. She practically cried blubbering with apologies for the non-mother she had been until he forbade her to continue, saying a major shock like his father death was enough reason and no apologies were needed or desired. As dinner came to a close he reached over and gently held her hand and looking into her eyes told her how glad he was that she was now "back" and how proud he was of her over the past week. She just nodded afraid that if she spoke her voice would crack and she would begin crying again. She looked in his eyes and it struck her -- not that it was much of a surprise at that -- that she now belonged to him heart, body and soul. Not with him, to him. He may not know it yet but he owned her. She was his to do with as he pleased. If he told her to whore for him she would, just because he asked her to. Kill for him? No problem. Die for him? Of course. He was her life, her god, her master. Suddenly with this epiphany a great weight was suddenly lifted from her shoulders. Since she belonged to him he was now responsible for her; he would take care of her. He made the decisions and she just needed to do what he told her. It was amazing how realizing you're a slave -- although she didn't really think of herself in those terms -- made you free! She didn't need to be in charge now; the only pressure failure held for her now was if she failed to perform to his expectations. She wouldn't fail by making wrong decisions. He was young for such a responsibility but she knew he could handle it. He was strong and smart; he had really been running the household for the past two years, ever since he was sixteen! Oh yes, he could handle it. Evan could sense the change in his mother immediately. She seemed happy all night, talkative, smiling, but all of a sudden it was like someone threw the switch on the Christmas tree. Her face lit up; it was the only way he could describe it, she just lit up. He had been telling her how proud he was of her and then the small worry lines that had become so much a part of her face just disappeared, her smile got bigger, her eyes brighter. It was as if a drug had suddenly kicked in but he knew she hadn't taken anything. Besides her eyes weren't glassy. In fact she appeared more aware of her surroundings than ever, just more relaxed. Well like the doctor says, this can't be anything but a good thing. The rest of the meal passed quickly although he could swear that she kept bending over on purpose, allowing him long looks down her dress into her magnificent cleavage. It was never obvious and when he looked at her face she was always looking or doing something else but it just couldn't be by accident, could it? Accident or not the view was wonderful. The low plunging top accentuated the tops of her creamy globes. His mother had never been huge in that department but what she had was perfectly proportioned and when displayed properly, like now, it would give a stone statue a hardon. Even as they finished and got up to leave he thought he could detect a little more swish in her walk, something that told you you were supposed to look, that she wanted you to look. He didn't know what had happened, but he sure wouldn't complain about it! The rest of the evening was taken up by the movie they had decided to see. He had picked a chick flick thinking his mom would like it, although he really wasn't interested all that much. That was probably a good thing because he found it almost impossible to concentrate on the show. More than ever he could feel his mom's presence sitting beside him, but not as his mom, as a sexy woman. When she sat down and crossed her legs the hem of her dress pulled up to within inches of her crotch, her legs drew his eyes like a magnet, but that wasn't all. As the movie started she leaned over to him and rested against his shoulder. Without thinking he put his arm around her bringing her even closer. He couldn't believe she was letting him do this! She was acting like this was perfectly natural, scrunching in close to him and laying her hand on his leg near his knee. From this vantage point he not only felt her next to him, could see almost all her legs, but had a perfect view down the front of her dress! He was in heaven! That is until he started to get hard. His growing erection was pushing its way down his pants leg, the one her hand rested on of course! He held his breath, what would she do? He couldn't stop it, even knowing he would be embarrassed as hell didn't seem to stop his expression of lust! He had never thought of himself as "well hung," as with all boys he had measured himself when erect and it came out to be a little over 7 inches. It wasn't small but he wasn't horse size either. Right then it felt like it had to be a foot long and as big around as a telephone pole. Slowly his erection grew and moved towards where his mother's hand was gently caressing his leg. Inch by inch it burrowed in his pants creating what look like a mole tunnel heading straight for her hand. He froze, barely breathing. What would she do? Jump up screaming? Push him away? He began to tremble. Finally the head had pushed to where the heel of her hand rested, pushing under and lifting it up. He waited for her reaction, and waited, and waited. Her hand rested lightly on top of his by now fully erect member, cupped slightly as if she was holding it. She gave no outward sign that she knew it was there. Impossible, he thought! She was practically holding it in her hand; she had to know! Then, very softly, almost imperceptibly her fingers closed around his shaft giving it a gentle squeeze. Evan thought he was going to die, with embarrassment or pleasure; which one he wasn't quite sure, maybe both! Cheri almost jumped when she felt the lump push under her hand. She was feeling good, really good. Here she was taking it easy at a nice movie, with her man, her owner. He had his arm around her and it felt wonderful. Watching the movie, a real -- what did they call it? oh yes, chick flick -- he must have picked it for her; it sure wasn't the kind he usually wanted to see. That was sweet of him! So here she was watching the movie feeling very comfortable in the protection of his arm, leaning against him with her hand casually resting on his thigh, when suddenly something poked her hand. At first she couldn't decide what to do, fight or flee? Scream or try to hit it away? So she just froze. After a few short seconds she realized what it had to be. It was his cock! He was getting a hardon! The first thought that ran through her mind was what was it causing this? Circumspectly she glanced around the theater. There were only a few patrons there that night, none very close and she wouldn't have considered any of them to be particularly sexy. The movie, especially at this point was decidedly non-arousing. So where did this reaction come from? She glanced down and saw that the hem of her dress had ridden up to well above mid thigh, nothing unmentionable was visible but there was a great deal of leg exposed. Suddenly she realized that from his vantage point he would be able to look right down her dress into her cleavage! Oh my God she thought, I'm doing this! He's getting aroused because of me! I'm turning on my own son! She began to blush, her face feeling hot, the heat spread throughout her body settling in her groin where decidedly un-motherly feelings were beginning to surface. Deciding to experiment, or maybe just to tease, she began to lightly bounce her crossed leg, her pump dangling off the end of her toe. Not only did this draw attention to her legs but tended to move the hem of her dress even farther up on her thighs. There was a whole lot of leg exposed now! Along with that she slightly twisted her torso thrusting her chest out just a little bit more, not so much exposing more tit but certainly making it that much harder to ignore. She was rewarded when she heard a slight intake of breath next to her and the hardening rod under her hand suddenly inflated to full size! She let her fingers gently curl around the tubular shape stretching his pants, not quite holding it, just sort of conforming to its contours. As lightly as she was touching it she couldn't get a real good idea of its size other than it was pretty big! Much bigger than his father's, that's for sure! The fact that her hand was halfway up his thigh and grasping his shaft told her this was no tiny tool! She shivered. Her man was a well built man; that was nice, very nice! She could feel the tension radiating from him. He must be scared to death, she thought. This will never do! She was glad she could arouse him, it was his right to use her any way he wanted, including for his sexual gratification. It was true he didn't know that yet, but somehow, sometime, he would and he needed to be eased into his role as soon as possible. First she must eliminate his fear, later they would work on other things. She was beginning to realize that a good master needed to be trained as much as the servant did. She thought that was kind of funny, the submissive needed to teach the dominant how to dominate her! But right now was a good time to begin letting him know there wasn't anything he couldn't do to or around her. "It seems that someone is enjoying the show," she whispered so that only he could hear, then giving his cock a little squeeze to leave no doubt what she was talking about. "I'm-I'm s-s-orry, M-Mom," he stammered in a hoarse whisper. His arm was rigid around her shoulder and she could hear his heart beating like a loud, fast drum as she rested against him. Then he started to lift his arm off her shoulder. "Shh, baby, it's okay." Calmly she took her free hand and captured the arm he was moving, bringing it back down to her shoulder, and then down under her arm where it almost touched her breast. "It's okay honey, relax, it's really okay." Emphasizing her words she clamped down on the hand around her, snuggling even tighter into his side and gently squeezed his cock through his pants. Evan groaned. He didn't understand why his mother didn't jump up and slap him, let alone touch and squeeze him like she was doing. Understand it, no, but right now he was going to relax just like she said and enjoy it. The hand squeezing his cock didn't really feel like much through the underwear and pants but he could certainly feel something and it certainly felt good! He tried to relax, shifting his weight and scrunching down in the seat giving his mom more room to play with him. For his part he gently rubbed up and down her side under her arm hoping this told her how much he was enjoying her ministrations. He wished he had the courage to move his hand farther under her arm, to cup the breast that was just inches away, but he didn't. By the end of the movie his balls ached, he had had an erection, carefully ministered to by a beautiful woman or over one full hour, he couldn't wait to get home and get some release. He thought if she touched him one more time he was going to blow it right there in his pants. He had a bit to trouble walking to the car, the erection wouldn't go away and it was almost painful when he tried to move. "A little stiff from sitting too long?" Cheri whispered to him as he opened the car door for her. He blushed furiously, hobbled around to the driver's side and maneuvered himself behind the wheel with a grimace. "Are you all right, honey?" Cheri asked him, a worried expression on her face. "I'll be okay mom," he grunted. "Well I don't know how you could be," she motioned toward his groin, "given the state you're in, that is." He blushed and his hand moved to cover himself, but he stopped. After all she had just spent the better part of an hour feeling his hardon; seeing the bulge wouldn't shock her any more than that. "I'm really sorry," he began, "I didn't mean to embarrass you. This has been such a perfect night and now I guess I spoiled it." "Spoiled it? Now why would you say that? Let me ask you something: What was it that led to your, shall we say excited... state?" she asked in a reasonable tone. If possible he blushed even deeper and stared at the steering wheel. "Do you promise not to get mad?" "Oh course I won't get mad, baby." "It's you!" he blurted out. "Why thank you honey! I'm flattered." "You're not mad?" "How could I be mad? A very handsome man I happen to love tells me he finds me attractive and I'm supposed to get mad? I don't think so." She looked down at his "problem" and pursed her lips. "So I did this to you, did I? Well I guess it would only be fair if I took care of it for you then. Do you mind?" "Ah, oh, I g-guess not," he stammered. Reaching into her purse she pulled out a large handkerchief. Quickly she reached over and with both hands unzipped his pants. Her left hand pushed his underwear out of the way while her right hand grabbed his cock pulling it out and into the open. "My poor baby," she murmured, "I bet this really hurts, let mama take care of it for you." Her mouth watered when she saw his magnificent piece of meat for the first time in years. It was beautiful, a full seven inches, maybe more, somewhat slender but perfectly formed. The head a flesh colored knob on the end of a vein-covered spear. It looked delicious; she wanted to take it into her mouth but couldn't. He had to tell her to do that. She would provide him relief but couldn't go any further than that on her own. It didn't make much sense, but she knew that was the way it had to be. Placing the handkerchief over the end she started to slowly jack her hand up and down his shaft. His eyes rolled back in his head, mouth open, staring at the ceiling. This shouldn't take very long, she thought, he's been primed all night. She was right. It didn't take but a few strokes and his cock was jumping around in her hand squirting semen into the cloth. Evan was never entirely sure but that he might have passed out for a second to two at that point. As if in a dream he saw his beautiful mom reach over, unzip his pants and pull out his dick. Placing a handkerchief over the head she wrapped her slim cool fingers around his shaft and began to slowly move up and down it's length. The feeling was incredible. Other girls had given him a hand job on dates before and of course he had done it himself countless times, but this: this was something special. Her hand was cool but incredibly soft, the touch firm but not rough, as soon as she touched him he could feel the pressure building up in his balls. There was no way he was going to be able to hold back even if he wanted to. A few strokes latter he went rigid, his balls contracted and his cum erupted from the head of his cock to be captured by the handkerchief strategically placed there. As his spurting geyser slowly ebbed to a dribble and finally stopped, his body relaxed all at once. A feeling of total calm engulfed his body. The ache in his groin was gone and as far as he was concerned all was right with the world. He moved his head slightly to look at his mother; she was smiling at him, a twinkle in her eye. "Thank you," he whispered breathlessly. "That was wonderful. I can't believe you did that, but it was wonderful!" Leaning over she gave him a kiss on the cheek, somewhat more than motherly but less than sexual, something like what you could expect on a first date. "Well I couldn't let you continue to hurt like that, now could I?" she said leaning back a little. Her hands were stuffing him back into his pants and zippering them up. "After all you did say it was my fault, although I still don't believe that I could have turned you on, not with all that gorgeous young fluff you have running around that school of yours. I must look like an old hag to you. And besides I did tease you in the movie, didn't I. Well anyway I couldn't let you continue with blue balls, could I?" Without thinking, he reached across his body and grasped her around the back of her neck. Pulling her towards him he first gave her a kiss on her cheek, much harder than the one she gave him, and than a quick kiss on the lips. Releasing her neck he dropped his hand, turned toward her and grasped both her hands in his while staring into her eyes. "Mom, let me say this quick before I lose my nerve. You are one of the most beautiful women I have even seen. I hope I didn't embarrass you tonight but it was you, just you! You look so damn sexy tonight you could arouse a statue. I... I was so proud to be with you tonight, I felt like a real man for the first time. Every man that saw you wanted you and every woman wanted to scratch your eyes out! And I was with you! Me! Thank you!" With that he lifted her hands to his mouth and kissed them several times. "Oh baby, I'm so glad you enjoyed being with me tonight. I wanted to look pretty for you; I wanted you to be proud!" Tears were brimming in her eyes threatening to spill out any second. "Let's go home, honey. We have some things we need to talk about and we can be more comfortable there than sitting here in the car." Thinking she was going to put him in his place he cringed slightly and turned to face forward. Oh heck, he thought, so what if she does take me down a notch. I had a great time tonight and what other boy could honestly say he had his mother play with his cock in a movie theater and then jack him off afterwards? And besides, she didn't really seem mad. Well we'll just have to wait and see what she has in mind. He started the car and pulled out onto the road. He reached over and gave her hand a squeeze. She squeezed back and didn't release him until they were safely parked in their garage. He got out and went around to open her door and offer his hand to help her out. As she stood she suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck. "I don't know if it's still the custom but long ago the girl had to give her date a kiss before she went inside." Her eyes sparkled as she looked up at him. "Of course this may be a little anticlimactic since we have already moved on to the hand job but here goes." With that she stood on her tiptoes and brought his lips down to hers. His arms automatically went around her back and drew her closer to his body. The focus of their universe suddenly shrunk to two pairs of lips. Soft, firm, and slightly moist. Evan could feel nothing except the wonderful sensation of her lips pressed against his. Gradually he became aware that her lips had slightly parted and her tongue was gently probing for his. He opened, allowing his tongue to dart out to lightly touch the tip of hers. More boldly their two fleshy appendages caressed each other, explored one another's oral cavities. He savored her taste; she was like a sweet honey candy he had developed a craving for. Reluctantly they broke apart, more from the discomfort of their position than anything else. "Oh my," she said. "In my day the kiss was supposed to let the man know how much the woman enjoyed their date. I hope that told you how much I enjoyed being out with you tonight." Actually she thought, in her day a kiss like that would have meant she would be getting a cock stuffed inside her inside of two minutes. Her toes stilled tingled let alone what it did to her now sopping-wet pussy. What she really wanted was for him to turn her over the hood of the car, push her dress up around her waist, rip her panties off and plunge his stiff dick into her craving cunt! But he didn't know he could do that yet. What she wouldn't give to be able to just lift her dress up and scream for him to fuck her, but she couldn't. He had to take her. She would do anything he wanted, anything! But he had to start it. Why it had to be that way she didn't know, but that is the way it had always been for her and she didn't see it ever changing. Heaving a big sigh she let go of him. "Wow," he said. "If that kiss tells me how much you enjoyed going out tonight then you must have liked it almost as much as I did!" "Tell you what, baby," she giggled as she led him into the house, "I'm going to go upstairs and change. Why don't you get into something more comfortable if you want to and open a bottle of wine for us. You're old enough now to have a little drink or two. Meet me in the living room and we can have a drink and talk about a few things." Agreeing, he ran to his room and threw on a clean T-shirt and gym shorts. Heading down to the kitchen he rummaged around in the refrigerator finding the bottle he knew his mom usually kept there. Armed with a corkscrew he found in a drawer and two wineglasses from a cabinet, he marched into the living room feeling very much the mature and ever so much grown up man. It took him a few minutes to figure out how to use the corkscrew but he finally got the bottle opened and filled the two glasses. He took a taste and found it to be fairly sweet with just a slight sharp tang. Not bad, he thought, not bad at all. When Cheri entered the room Evan was sitting casually on the couch legs crossed and a wineglass in his hand. She had put on a robe, not the ratty old blue one -- that one would soon be in the rag bag -- and a nightgown underneath. Nothing exceptionally sexy. Now wasn't the time to advertise, she thought. Now was the time to clear the air, a little anyway, and set the ground rules for what will be the beginning of their new life. Accepting the offered glass from Evan's outstretched hand she sat beside him on the couch folding her legs under her. Taking a sip of the sweet wine she set the glass down on the coffee table and turned to look at him. "First, before anything else I want to tell you how wonderful tonight was," she said smiling. "It has been a long time since I have been made to feel special like that. I know I haven't been much help around here lately, but I think that will change. With your help I know it will change." "Of course I'll help, Mom!" Evan wasn't at all sure what was coming up. Given what happened tonight, it could be very good, or maybe not so good. He felt a little guilty but he couldn't help but remember the feeling of his mother's cool slim fingers wrapped around his cock and he wanted more of it. God help him, he wanted a lot more of it! "I'll be here and whatever needs doing I'll do," he continued. "I know you will, baby." Leaning over Cheri gave his arm a pat and slight caress. "I'm going to try to explain what we need, really what I need. It's not simple and I'm not sure I can explain everything. Maybe what I can't, we can get Dr. Black to help us with." "Sure, Mom, whatever you want." His expression was more a long the lines of "get on with it." "I guess the most important thing is you are now the man of the house." She looked directly into his eyes, "Do you understand what that means?" "Maybe," he said thoughtfully. "But to be sure, why don't you tell me what you expect from the man of the house?" Cheri sighed, This might be a little easier than I originally though. Maybe he knew what he was doing and maybe not. Either way his asking for what I expected meant I don't have to directly tell him what he needed to do. Why she couldn't be more direct she didn't know, but this way she could explain what she needed without violating her own internal restrictions. "The man of the house," she began, "is the leader of our household. He makes the decisions about big things and little. He needs to be strong where I am not. I rely on him to tell me what to do and what is important. I know how to do it, at least most of the time, but I need help deciding when to do it. "Evan, you don't understand, I know that. I'm not sure I do completely," she looked deeply into his eyes, "I need you to be the man of the house for me. What you tell me to do I will do, just like your father did. Tell me to do something and I will." Evan's head was swimming and it wasn't just the wine, although it was making his thinking a little fuzzy. What she was telling him seemed to fit with what he had observed. The cooking, cleaning and household chores she did only after he blew up and told her what to do. Couple that with the fact that she seemed to be happier after that happened. This was something new to him. Not that he was a particularly domineering person but the thought of having someone else do your thinking for you just didn't appeal to him. Actually it sounded like a lot of work. He had enough trouble making sure he got his own work done without worrying about someone else's. But maybe it wouldn't be so bad. After he told her what to do the other week, it wasn't like he had to follow her around all day to make sure it was done. Could be he just needed to set up the big priorities and she would be able to handle the rest. He could talk to Dr. Black about this also, well about most of it anyway; he sure wasn't going to tell him about the hand job! That brought up another interesting point: What did she mean by "Tell me to do something and I will?" Did that mean anything? More hand jobs? Maybe something more? He was getting an erection just thinking about the possibilities so he tried to push it from his mind. "Mom," he said slowly, "you're right, I don't really understand, but I do know this: I love you and whatever it takes to make you happy I will do, or at least try. You say this is what father used to do; did you like what he did? Should I do the same?" She hesitated slightly before responding. "Your father was a very controlling man. We fit fairly well together in that way. But when I say controlling I mean very controlling. He ran my life down to the last detail. What I would wear, what to cook, what day to do laundry, what day to shop... everything. I... well, I don't need to be told what to do in quite that detail!" "Wow, I never knew that was going on," Evan was truly amazed. "When did he do all this? I mean he was gone so much, he was usually here only on the weekends." "That's when he would give me my... orders." She had almost said reasons, but for some reason it didn't seem right to say that to him. Reasons were what ruled her life, he may be the reason giver but let him just think of them as orders; reasons were just too personal. Besides, it made her sound even crazier than she really was! "He would write his lists during the week and give them to me when he got home. Then he would review what I had done and punish me if I missed anything." Oops, she thought, that kind of slipped out! Maybe it was the wine or maybe because it seemed so right to talk to Evan this way, but she was saying a little more than she had originally intended. Oh well, she sighed, he did own her now didn't he? If he wanted to know, who was she to keep it from him? "Punish you? What do you mean punish you? For what and how?" Evan may have been just a little drunk but he zeroed in right away on her little slip of the tongue. "Well," she tried to think of a less graphic way of answering, but the master asked and she must answer. "Well, he would spank me if I didn't do exactly what he told me or if it wasn't done exactly to his liking." She was getting a little uncomfortable. Not only was this her son but also this could get very graphic and the very thought of talking about it was making her horny. She could feel her vagina begin to secrete lubricating fluid. She was becoming wet! "Spanked you? He spanked you? With what? His hand?" "Ah, well, yes, sometimes with his hands," she was blushing a deep red. This whole line of questioning was turning to a subject she didn't think she, or he, was ready for yet. It was humiliating, degrading; telling him how his father controlled and punished her made her feel used and dirty. It was wonderful! The more she talked about it, the hotter she got. She craved the humiliation, she wanted to be used and degraded. He was giving her just what she needed and he didn't even know it! "Yes sometimes with his hand, and sometimes with a paddle, or even a small whip" "You let him do this to you? Why? How?" "How or why? Well he would tie me up, that's how. He tied me up and I couldn't move." "But why would you let him do that to you? Did you enjoy it? Did you like getting hit, being hurt?" Evan was wide eyed; he couldn't believe what he was hearing. Again it fit what he had heard those years past, the strange sounds, the smacking of flesh and the whimpering cries. "I never liked the pain, baby," she stared at the couch between them, afraid to look him in the eye. Afraid she would see disapproval, or worse: disgust. She could live with a lot but she couldn't live with her son thinking she was some kind of sicko. "I hated the pain; I'm not very good with pain. Yes I like being tied up, and maybe even a little smack or two was, well, kind of exciting, but he hit very hard. He liked to hurt me and that I didn't like." "Mom," Evan reached out his hand and lifted her chin so they were looking eye to eye, "I don't think I can hurt you. No matter what you do or how much you want it, I don't think I can really hurt you; I love you too much for that. Is that what you want me to do? Tie you up and beat you? I suppose I could tie you up and maybe even spank you a little but I could never beat you!" Tears started streaming down her cheeks and he lifted his T-shirt to wipe them off. Taking her glass he filled it with the rest of the wine and handed it to her. "Here, drink the rest of this. I didn't want to make you cry. I just don't know what I should say." She tossed down the glass of wine, her head swimming a little both from the wine and from him. She didn't know where she should go with it right then but her mouth seemed to know. "Oh baby, I'm crying because I'm so happy. You don't know what it means to hear you say this to me." She smiled a little and had a little trouble focusing on him, but her mouth seemed to have no trouble working. In fact, she couldn't stop it. "I'm happy, uh glad, that you don't want to hurt me." Her words were becoming a little slurred as the last glass of wine hit her blood stream. "But maybe we can play some games together if you like. You don't have to hurt me to have fun. Nope, we can have lots of fun without hurts." He could definitely tell she was more than a little looped, but what she was saying! Could it be true? It seemed like she was saying they could play sex games! He wondered if it was the wine talking or if it was what she really meant. No telling tonight, he thought. Maybe he should just get her to bed and tomorrow they could talk about it some more. He started to get up but found it was extremely difficult with the erection this talk had given him. His shorts were tented like he had stuffed a huge banana down his pants. He was slightly embarrassed, but then his mother had seen this before, and taken care of it for him, while she was sober! He moved to stand up and help get her to bed. Cheri would have had to have been a lot more drunk than she was to miss his situation as he stood to help her up. When he stood up his tented shorts were about eye level to her. Chuckling she reached out and grabbed his cock through the shorts. "Looks like someone enjoyed our little talk," she began to jack him off through the pants as he groaned. "Oh Mom, that feels great but maybe you can take care of me upstairs. I would like that." "Okay, baby, let's go!" She wobbled just a little as she got to her feet. She was feeling pretty good but was not really drunk. She had lost some of her inhibitions, which she thought might be a good idea. Although she really didn't need it, he placed his arm around her waist and guided her to the stairs and up to her room, her hand still holding him firmly. As they entered her bedroom she whirled around and sank to her knees. "Does the Master want this one to do something?" she said breathlessly. His heart started beating rapidly again. He looked down at his beautiful mother kneeling in front of him inches away from his throbbing cock. Maybe this is where she wanted him to be strong, he thought. Give her orders, tell her what to do. "Yes wench, I demand you service me. You see what you have caused. Now you must take care of it." He was proud that his voice didn't break when he said it. He fully expected her to tell him to go to hell and throw him out of her room. Instead she reached up and pulled his shorts down to his knees, his dick springing free jutting out to almost hit her in the eye. "Oh yes, Milord. Your wish is my command." Reaching up she grabbed his throbbing cock and began to slowly jack him up and down its length. Her shining eyes gazed at the bulbous head like a hawk watching a mouse, just waiting for it to move. Her hand felt excruciatingly wonderful. Her small cool fingers wrapped around his shaft provided the perfect amount of pressure. Soon the pressure was building in his ball, he knew it wouldn't be very long before he would be shooting all over her face. He didn't think she would like that so he tried to warn her. "Ah, Mom, I, I, think I'm, going to cum, now, in, your, face, watch, out." Just as he felt the surge of cum rise up through his cock her mouth darted forward and engulfed as much of him as she could. She could only get about three to four inches in her, especially this quickly, but it was enough. The unbelievable feeling of her hot sucking lips on his dick magnified his orgasm beyond any he had ever experienced. Wad after wad of semen and sperm shot into her mouth where it was eagerly gulped down and swallowed with little or no problem. Finally his ejaculation slowed and stopped. She continued to suck and lick him clean until he started to soften and slip from her mouth. Looking up at him she smiled, a little twinkle in her eye that wasn't put there by the wine. "Was Milord satisfied? Has his problem been relieved?" Leaning down he placed his hands under her arms and lifted her back to her feet. With one hand slipping down and around her waist the other held her chin while he lowered his head to kiss her lips. Eagerly pressing against him, her lips readily parted when his tongue tentatively explored her oral cavity. He could taste the salty residue of his spunk in her mouth and far from being disgusting it excited him to realize she had taken and swallowed his whole load. Breaking their embrace he pushed her toward her bed. Her breath coming deep and raggedly, there was a definite flush to her face, he thought she wanted more. He knew he did but he was too unsure of himself right now to see just how far he could push it. Maybe tomorrow when they were both sober, then he would see, but not right now. "You have done very well, wench. Now get to bed. You have a house to clean in the morning and you need to be up at the crack of dawn." He bent down and pulled up his shorts, turned and walked to the door as she sunk down into her bed. At the door he turned and before he turned out the light and said, "Good night, Mom. I love you." "Love you too baby," she whispered as he closed her door. She was hot and bothered, wet and wanting. He could have had her tonight; she knew it, he knew it, so why didn't he? She didn't know but it didn't really matter. She had been used, given her reason and there were no beatings or pain. She thrust two fingers deep into herself striving to cum, thinking how wonderful he had been to her and how much she wanted to fuck him. In fact it was imagining him cuming deep in her cunt that finally caused her orgasm. After that she was able to drift off into a deep sleep with dreams of her and her wonderful son living the ideal life of master and slave. ------- Chapter 5: Getting Used to Each Other Sunlight streaming through his bedroom window woke Evan the next morning. He moved slowly wondering if he would have a headache -- a hangover -- that he had heard so much about. Standing up he shook his head slightly; it seemed to stay on and there weren't any particularly nasty pains anywhere. Must be he didn't have enough last night to give him one. He thought he had had only two glasses, enough to loosen the lips but not hurt the head! Thinking back to the night before, he suddenly stood stock-still. Did his mother really give him a blowjob last night? Well, he wasn't sure it qualified as a real blowjob; yes she had taken his cum in her mouth but only after jacking him off. Silly really to worry about whether it was or wasn't a real blowjob. The fact that it had happened at all certainly blew his mind! What should he do about it today? Pretend it didn't happen? Say something about it? If so, what? This whole control thing was beginning to be a bit complicated. The wanting someone else to make the decisions he could understand, maybe not to the extreme his mom did, but there were times he wished someone else would make the call. But this was going far beyond merely making a few decisions; the whole thing was taking on a heavy sexual overtone. Did his mother want him to control her sexually too? Would she do anything he said that way? My God, would she let him fuck her? How far could he go and really how far did he want it to go? Did he want to fuck his mom? Thinking of those legs, ass and tits... Hell yes, he wanted to fuck her! You'd have to be a homo not to! The question still was how should he handle it? Probably the best thing is to act like last night was normal, like it happened every day and was not a big deal. He would play it by ear and follow her lead. Having made up his mind what to do, he jumped in the shower, went to the bathroom and got dressed. Walking into the kitchen he saw Cheri at the stove working over a frying pan. She had on a loose T-shirt and shorts; it looked like she was planning on house work for the day. He walked over behind her and placed his hands on her waist just above the swell of her hips. "Morning, Mom. How are you feeling?" he leaned over her shoulder to give her a peck on the cheek. "I'm feeling just fine, baby," she presented her cheek to him and went back to work at the stove. "Breakfast will be ready soon, hon. Why don't you get some coffee and sit down?" "Okay, smells delicious!" He let go of her waist and before turning around patted her on one of her very firm ass cheeks. Holding his breath wondering what she would do, he walked slowly to the kitchen table. Nothing! Zilch, nada, zero, i.e., no reaction! It was like he had never touched her ass, or maybe like he had a perfect right to! What did this tell him? Not much it would seem; maybe he needed to be a little more blatant. Jeez what did he have to do to get a reaction, pinch her tit? He wasn't sure he wanted to go that far yet. Maybe a few more pets and caresses; see what happens then. As he mused, Cheri brought him a plate of eggs, bacon, pancakes and toast. He couldn't remember the last time she had made breakfast let alone one this elaborate. "Wow, this is great!" he leaned close to capture the wonderful smells rising from his plate. "What's the special occasion?" "Why just thanking my special man for a wonderful date last night." She grinned and turned back to the stove wiggling her hips as she moved. Evan practically swallowed his tongue as he watched her move. He had never seen her move like that before. Her hips rolled and shimmied, nothing overtly sexual, no whore's bump and grind, just the smooth movement of a female animal, her short tight pants accentuating and enchanting the effect. It was a picture of beauty that burned into his brain as he watched her go. Shaking his head to clear it, he turned to his breakfast and started eating. It was difficult keeping the vision of his mom's perfect ass out of his mind, difficult enough that he began to get the stirrings of an erection. This seemed to be happening a lot lately and Cheri seemed to be causing it more often than not! Seemingly in no time his plate was clear and Cheri was back at the table asking if he wanted more. Not waiting for the answer she scooped some scrambled eggs and a couple strips of bacon onto his plate. "Whoa there, little filly! Aren't you going to eat?" He slipped his arm around her waist, more to stop her from ladling out more food than to prevent her from going. "I already have, honey. This is yours; I heard your shower and knew you'd be down soon. You go ahead and eat up. I'll clean, get the dishes and get busy with the housework." His hand slid down from her waist to caress her inner thigh, she didn't react or make any move to stop him. He felt the satiny smooth skin, cool to the touch but burning hot just the same. Still holding the pan she looked down at him and smiled. She moved slightly, parting her legs giving his hand more room to do whatever he wanted. Looking up into her eyes he had a very difficult time thinking about what to say, but something she said dragged him back to reality, although he didn't stop caressing her leg. "What do you mean, housework? It's Sunday. You don't need to do anything today. My God! I'm not sure you could find anything to clean after the job you did last week anyway." "But you told me last night," she did have a puzzled look on her face. "You said, 'You have a house to clean in the morning and you need to be up at the crack of dawn.' I'm sure you told me. Oh, I didn't make a mistake did I? I'm so sorry! It won't happen again, I promise!" Her eyes were filling with tears and it look like she was going to cry any second. Evan let go of her leg and jumped up. Setting the pan down on the table he wrapped his arms around his mom and hugged her tight. "I'm sorry, Mom! You were right. I did tell you that last night. I forgot it was Sunday today." Using the tail of his T-shirt to wipe the tears from her eyes he had a thought. "Tell you what: I've changed my mind. No housework today. It's going to be a really nice day so let's go to the lake. You make a picnic lunch, I'll get the beach stuff ready and we'll leave in about an hour. A whole day of sun, sand and swimming! What do you say to that?" "Okay." She shook her head and sniffed back the tears; she knew that with her husband she would have been tied up and beaten for that mistake, even if it had been his mistake. This was so much nicer! "If that is what you would like to do, it sounds wonderful to me!" "Good. Make the lunch and I'll go put the stuff in the car." He was getting ready to leave when he turned around and called back to her. "Why don't you wear that white bathing suit you have? You know the one I'm talking about, with the rings. I like that one." As she packed the lunch her hands shook a little. The white one! Oh my! Yes she knew which one he was talking about all right! It was a suit; well you could call it a suit only because that was easier than saying "four small pieces of cloth held together by brass rings". It was very small and very tight; she had bought it with the idea of sunbathing out in the backyard. A teenager may feel comfortable wearing it in public but she would be practically naked in it! A shiver of anticipation shook her body. He was taking her out in public practically naked! Worse than naked really, if that suit didn't scream "slut" nothing did! Did he really want his own mother walking around in public like a common whore? She would be humiliated, debased, shown off like some toy! It was wonderful! She licked her lips and hurried with the lunch. Packing it in a picnic basket and leaving it on the table she hurried upstairs to change. "Is this the one you wanted? As he turned to the sound of her voice Evan caught sight of her and almost forgot to breathe. She had on the suit he wanted all right: three little triangles visible, one barely covering her pubic hair -- She must have done some serious shaving, he thought, and the other two were just enough to keep her from being arrested for full frontal nudity. She wasn't as tan as she normally was this time of year but the stark white cloth still contrasted nicely with her creamy skin. Over the suit she had a semi-translucent frock that fully covered her from shoulder to mid thigh but left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Topped off with a white straw hat, sunglasses and high heeled sandals, she was stunning. "Oh my," he whispered, "I hope you don't mind me say this, Mom, but you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen!" "Mind? Of course I don't mind, silly!" she grinned and pirouetted for him. "I don't believe you for one minute of course. I just hope this old bag of bones doesn't embarrass you too much, but if I do it's your fault: You told me to wear this thing." "Embarrass me? Are you kidding! I'm going to have to spend the whole day just beating the two-legged sharks away just to stay by your side! Well if I do I do; let's go!" ------- When they got to the lakeside beach it was still before noon and the place was sparsely populated. They spread out a blanket on the sand, tuned the radio to a soft rock station and prepared to catch some rays. Cheri slipped off her frock and dug into her bag for a bottle of tanning oil. "Would you help me put this on, honey?" She waved the bottle in his direction. "Or should I ask one of these gentlemen?" Even though the beach was certainly not crowded, there seemed to be more than an ordinary number of men suddenly interested in their part of it. You could almost hear the wind as potbellies were sucked in and chests thrown out. More than a few of their admirers were not so old and not so bad looking. It was obvious Cheri would have had no problem finding someone willing to help spreading her oil, or spreading anything else for that matter. Evan chuckled as he squeezed some oil on his hands and rubbed them together. "I think it would be in my best interest if I did this," he said. Cheri laid face down on the blanket. He leaned over and began working the oil into her skin starting with her neck and shoulders. The feel of her skin as it slipped beneath his fingers was incredible. Smooth, silky and blemish-free, he worked his way over her arms and then down the back giving her as much a massage as sun protection. She groaned softly as his hands rolled, kneaded and manipulated her lower back. He untied the string holding her top together and oiled her completely bare back. Down to butt cheeks only half covered by the suit, continuing on to the beautifully shaped legs tapering to her pretty petite feet. The feel of his mother's body was magnificent; he never thought the human body could feel like this. For her part Cheri was in heaven. Here she was being pampered and taken care of. Her man was not covering her with suntan lotion, he was making love to her with his hands! Every touch, every caress was like a line of fire burning her skin. She may have teased him a little but she also knew he knew she didn't mean it. While the attention was nice, she realized now that he was not humiliating her by making her wear this suit, he was showing her off: She was his trophy and this made her feel sexy and desired. What a change this was! She was getting everything she needed and more, and all without the pain and humiliation! Well the humiliation would be all right, but this was good too. She had never known this was possible; but now that she did she was never going to give it up! Never! And furthermore she would do anything to keep it! She turned her head to watch her son as he spread oil in the lower legs and feet. "You'd better finish and lie down here with me, baby," she said lazily. "Your, umm, thoughts are pretty evident. Is that a baseball bat in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" Evan looked down at the front of his swim trunks and noticed for the first time that he had a raging hardon that was quite evident. Feeling a bit sheepish he lay down beside her face down his hand resting in hers. They drowsed in the sun for a while until it became too hot to tolerate. Sitting up, his evident interest having subsided, Evan put up the beach umbrella giving them a little shade from the hot sun. Sitting out of the sun they unpacked the picnic basket and cooler and had a bite to eat. Afterwards they watched their fellow beach bums for a while then Evan read while Cheri sunned her stomach. Both agreed she had better put her own oil on her front; Cheri said Evans reactions were gratifying but possibly somewhat embarrassing on a public beach. "You don't want to spend the whole day face down in the sand do you?" she teased. Soon it became uncomfortably hot even in the shade. Evan jumped up and held his hand out to her. "Come on! Let's go swimming!" "I don't think so, baby. You know I'm not a very good swimmer." In fact Cheri didn't like deep water at all. She was a fair swimmer but wasn't very confident of her ability. "Oh come on! It's a lake! It's not deep and besides I'll be right there with you. I'll save you if I have to." Since he was lifeguard-qualified, a swimming instructor and had been on the swim team he could say this with a fair amount of confidence. She was still nervous but could see he wouldn't take no for an answer, so taking his hand she got up and walked with him down to the water. As they first entered the water was tepid, almost too warm to be comfortable but as they moved deeper it became cool and very refreshing. Finally they stood in water coming up to his armpits. The water felt great but Cheri could barely touch standing on her tiptoes with her nose just sticking out. "Here, hold onto my back and we can swim around," with that Evan turned around presenting his back to his mother. She reached out and grabbed his shoulders. Suddenly with a kick and flutter of the arm they were off. Although they couldn't have been going very fast it felt like she was holding on to the back of a speedboat. The feel of him beneath her was breathtaking. She felt like she was one of those girls in the Sea World shows riding the back of some powerful marine animal. His muscles contracted and loosened beneath her; a true swimmer, his strength wasn't evident until he was in the water. Finally he slowed coming to a halt just a few feet away from where they started. She let go of him and tried to touch bottom ending up with a nose full of water. Thrashing her arms she started to panic when a pair of strong arms wrapped around her and lifted her up to where her head was resting on his shoulder. Wrapping her arms around his neck Cheri let her legs sink until her body was vertical next to his. Resting with her body pressed to him she could feel that his attentions had been raised again. His big thick cock was fully erect and pressing into her abdomen. Rubbing herself against him, she smiled into his neck as her actions solicited a low moan from her son. "You seem to be having a little problem again, baby," she whispered into his ear nipping his earlobe lightly with her teeth. "Oh, Mom, it's not a little problem and happens every time I'm with you," he grated it out through clenched teeth. She was rubbing her body up and down his erection driving him absolutely crazy. He wasn't very far from ripping off her suit bottoms and plunging right in; the hell with convention or even the people swimming around them. Cheri must have felt just how close he was to doing just that because she pushed back a little and looked him in the eye. "Shall we take care of Milord again?" Without waiting for a reply she let go with one hand and reached into the water and pushed his suit down and over his erect cock. Bringing her hand back to his shoulder she pulled up and slightly parted her legs, then allowing herself to sink down until his rod was between her legs separated from her pussy only by the thin cloth of her suit. He could feel the cool water on the head of his cock and the burning heat of her thighs along the shaft. She began to rock gently back and forth, jacking his cock with her velvety thighs. He thought the feel of her hand had been amazing but that was nothing compared to her naked skin rubbing up and down his stiff rod. He was almost totally encased in warm, wet, oiled woman and it was like he had always dreamed fucking would be. His hands slid down her back to grab her ass. So engrossed in the feeling she was putting him through he didn't even consider what her reaction to his grabbing would be. Only partially aware of the firm smooth globes his fingers were cruelly digging into he could only think of holding her as close to him as he could while fucking her thighs like they were her cunt. Cheri's body was shaking as the virile male animal holding her jammed his hard fuck-rod between her legs. She wanted so badly to tear off the tiny bottoms of her suit, wrap her legs around his waist and have him drive that huge piece of meat into her aching hole. Of course a public beach probably wasn't the best place for that kind of action. What he was doing now wasn't really visible above the surface, but if they started really fucking everybody within sight would know what they were doing. At least she would be thrashing around, that was for sure. No, she had to hold herself back. She was servicing him; her needs were unimportant, and someday she hoped he would take care of her but his desires and needs were the only things that were important. She watched his face as she jacked him off. Beautiful eyes, she thought, and kindness, and love. She felt so lucky having found someone like him she could give herself to. Every minute she spent with him confirmed that this was the right thing to do. She was his, and to a lesser extent of course, he was hers. She wished he would take advantage of the full use of her that was his right, but maybe that would come in time. Their relationship was fairly complicated, mother/son, master/servant, male/female. She knew it would all work out. He was unsure of what was happening, still tentative in his dealings with her but that would change. She would talk to him about it. The other night she had been able to tell him a lot more than she thought she would and it wasn't just the wine. With her dad and then her husband there had always been more than a little fear involved in the relationship. Yes, she had been submissive and subservient but that hadn't stopped either of them from causing her pain whenever they felt like it. Before now she had thought that fear was just part of any relationship she was going to have. But that was before Evan. There was the long-term love of the woman for her baby, the child and the teenager. This was different: There was still the mother-son love but there was also the love of servant for master and, well she had to admit the lust of a woman for her man. Regardless of the why, she felt she would be able to guide her young master in his journey discovering his rights and responsibilities. She had no doubt he would accept the responsibilities with no problems. He was already well along in that respect. Now she needed him to partake of the privileges! Especially his rights to her body! Thinking of him taking her caused her to clamp down just a little tighter around his jutting cock. This proved to be the trigger that set him off. Suddenly he felt the pressure building up in his balls and the rush of his seed through his cock to where it spewed into the cool lake water behind her. After a minute or two he finally opened his eyes to gaze into the liquid brown pools only inches away from his. She was smiling at him and still rubbing against him even as his dick started to soften. "You better stop that now, Mom, unless you want to cause trouble that may take a bit more than this to cure," he grinned at her. She demurely batted her eyes at him, "Well," she said, "if that's what you're worried about, I think we could handle anything that pops up. But maybe you should ease off on my ass now; I think you've already put permanent hand prints there." She punctuated her remark by wiggling her butt in his hands. When she did, he realized how hard he was still holding her and let go like her butt was a burning coal. "Oh God, Mom, I'm sorry! I didn't hurt you, did I?" The look her gave her was that of a puppy that had just piddled on the floor. "No, baby, don't worry. You didn't hurt me at all," she said giggling. Then she reached down, grabbed his hand and firmly placed it back on her ass. "In fact I liked the way it felt, but as hard as you were holding me, it would have left hand prints. Now if that is what you want to do then have at it, but with this tiny little suit you had me wear it would sure show up." When she placed his hand on her ass his other one just naturally followed and he was again holding her against him, although with somewhat less force this time. Relaxing a little, she wrapped her legs around his waist and laid her head on his shoulder. "Maybe we can just rest here a little. You know, pretend I'm your girlfriend and just cuddle out here in the water," she murmured into his shoulder. "After all, you did take me on a date last night." "What do you mean, pretend?" he nuzzled down into her with his face pushing her head back and exposing her lips to his. "I am in love with you and we did date and kiss and, well you know. Point is you are my girlfriend!" Tenderly he pressed his lips to hers, slowly, almost drowsily, she responded. Their lips pressed together and as one they slightly parted and the tips of their tongues touched and caressed. At first hers would retreat and his would follow exploring her delicious oral cavity, then she would send hers to probe his mouth. Finally they broke their kiss and breathlessly they each moved back slightly, each just looking at the other. "Wow!" he said finally, "I think that was a little more than cuddling!" Looking up he noticed it was getting to be late in the afternoon; they had spent most of the afternoon in the water and he hadn't even noticed! Looking back at her he continued, "Maybe we should get back home soon. If we stay in here much longer, we'll come out shriveled prunes." "True," she said, "and besides people will wonder what a handsome young man is doing swapping spit with some old bag." Suddenly she looked a bit distraught, "I hope nobody who knows us saw us today; that could make things a bit awkward!" "I wouldn't worry about it. First, I don't think anyone I know ever comes here. Second, even if they did there is no way they would recognize you. Anyone who saw us may wonder how a dork like me could hook up with some beautiful college chick but they wouldn't know you're my mom. Believe me I wouldn't even recognize you in this suit even if I did get a chance to look at your face and I'm sure there isn't a man or boy on this beach that could tell anyone that you even had a face, let alone what you looked like!" "Oh, you silly!" Playfully she slapped at him unwrapping her legs and starting to splash her way back to shore. Her face was burning from his compliments; she was glad her body pleased him. Over the past few years she had kind of let herself go, a little too much here and there, not too much but she noticed it. It was time she worked on getting back into shape. He may not demand it and punish her for deviating from her "ideal" weight like his father did, but then she wanted to please him more than she did his father. As she splashed toward shore she could feel water move near her like some large animal passing close by. Suddenly she felt fingers from below tickling her belly and then her armpits finally moving down her body tracing her legs and lightly grabbing at her toes. When she finally made it to shore, she was laughing so hard not only did she almost swallow half the lake but she almost peed herself. Back on their blanket Cheri put on her frock and Evan wrapped up in a towel. Together they packed their gear and settled in the car for the trip home. "Thank you, baby; I had a wonderful time today," she said looking over at him as he drove. "Don't thank me, Mom. I love being with you! I'd rather be spending time with you than doing anything else." "Well thank you again, honey." Pursing her lips she continued, "You don't think that anyone really saw us do, you... you know... kissing out there?" "You mean making out?" he grinned at her. "Believe me nobody who knows you're my mom would recognize you. I mean, think of it: Even if my friends had been there I don't think any of them have seen you for a couple of years and even if they had, certainly not dressed the way you are. And as for your friends, well, who do you know that would see us? Nobody. Don't worry. Nobody saw us and even if they did, is it a crime for a son to kiss his mom? I don't think so! Anything we were doing is our business alone, not theirs." "Well, just the same, maybe you shouldn't call me mom or mother when we're out together." Again she looked worried. "I mean if you plan to take me out again that is. I didn't mean to tell you what to do! I just thought..." "Hush Mom, uh, I mean Cheri." As he spoke he reached over and grabbed her hand holding it between them. "Of course I want to take you out again! After all, you are my girlfriend, aren't you?" She blushed, smiled and looked down at the floor of the car. "If you want me as your girlfriend than I'm your girlfriend. I'm whatever you want me to be, honey. I'm yours, body and soul. I told you before but you probably didn't believe me but I belong to you. I am yours to do with as you please. Anything you tell me to do I will do. Anything!" "You make it sound like you're my slave, Mom. I didn't buy you, I can't own you." "Yes, you can, honey." She looked up at his face; he could see her out of the corner of his eye. "You didn't buy me with money; no, you bought me with love, your love for me and your willingness to help me. You own me because I gave myself to you. If you don't want me then you can send me away, or even I suppose give me to someone else, but believe me you own me. Maybe you never wanted a slave girl of your own but you have one now, maybe a little older and more wrinkly than you dreamed, but yours nonetheless." There, she thought, it's said. I've laid my cards on the table and now it's up to him. "I... I don't know what to say," he stammered, "I mean that's certainly crap about me sending you away. You know that isn't going to happen, but this stuff about me owning you? I don't know, Mom. That sounds kind of... well, weird." "I'm sure it's a little unusual, but weird? You don't think I'm weird, do you?" "Heck no! You're not weird and if you are then maybe weird is good, but I mean to own you? Nobody owns anyone anymore, do they?" "Thank you, honey," she squeezed his hand a little. "Maybe the word 'owns' bothers you. Remember that's my word; it doesn't have to be yours. Then think of yourself as the man of the house being the CEO of our little company and I'm one of your employees. You tell me what to do and I do it; you're the boss. Does that sound better?" "Well, yeah. I think I can understand that. I mean you're still my mom and to think I'm your boss is a bit strange but it makes more sense that way." "Hon, I am your mother -- that is I gave birth to you --but you have to stop thinking of me like that. You are the man, the head of the house. I'm just a woman who lives there. Maybe you should stop calling me mother altogether." "Okay, if you like. What do you want me to call you? Cheri is beautiful and all that but it sounds kind of formal for around the house. What did dad call you?" "Your father called me Bitch, or Whore while we were alone, maybe Woman if he was pleased with me, which was seldom. Do you want to call me Bitch? I'll answer to anything you want me to." "You're no bitch and certainly no whore! I don't care what that stupid bastard called you, how about Lady?" "If that is what you would like, but I'm not the Lady. I'm the serving girl really." "Well how about Wench then? You call me Milord and I call you Wench?" "Yes, Milord," she smiled and dimples appeared, "if it pleases you then I shall be Wench and you are of course Milord. Yes, very appropriate." "Well, Wench, your lord and master is hungry and since you don't have time to cook when we get home I propose we stop and pick up some Chinese on the way home. What do you say to that?" ------- Chapter 6: Camelot It was fairly late by the time they finished dinner. Cheri cleaned the kitchen while Evan put away their beach gear. The sun and water play had tired them out; even so Cheri was somewhat disappointed when Evan dropped her off at her room and although he gave her a kiss that curled her toes, he left her there alone and went to take a shower in his bathroom. She showered, put on a nightgown, turned out the light and sat down on her bed. What is wrong with me? she thought to herself. Here I am an old woman upset because a handsome young man seems to be avoiding my bed. Could it be I'm not attractive enough for him? But no, he certainly seemed to summon the appropriate attention and responses when I'm near. She smiled as she remembered his stiff cock trapped between her thighs earlier in the day. If that isn't it, then what could it be? It struck her hard and fast, I'm his mother! That's what he thinks of me and maybe that's all he will ever think of me. Not a woman, not even his sex slave, just his mom! Oh God, she thought, what if that's all I'll ever be? Never to feel him taking possession of me, never to feel him in me! Just his kitchen drudge for the rest of my life! Despair hit her and she curled up facing the wall and started to cry softly to herself. Evan took his shower, a cold one, and changed into the boxer shorts he wore as pajamas. He was confused, really confused about what his mom told him today. This was the stuff fantasies were made of: A beautiful young mother telling her horny young son that she's all his. She seemed to make it pretty plain that he could do anything with her; he assumed that meant sex also. Oh God, sex with his mother! He must be dreaming! She was too perfect, too good for him. He had felt her next to him, had his cock between her legs, but to actually fuck her? To have his dick inside her! That would be like making it with a goddess! How could a mere mortal even think of such a thing? He sat there pondering the imponderable for a while and even though he didn't feel a bit tired he thought he should try to get some sleep; there was school tomorrow after all. He was a bit thirsty so he got up and walked down the hall for a drink and a piss before trying to sleep. On his way past his mom's room -- mustn't think of what on the other side of the door -- he thought he heard crying. He stopped and listened very carefully. Yes, he did hear something, just like someone was crying into a pillow or something like that. Worried, he knocked softly on the door and opened it a crack. "Mom? Is that you? Is everything all right?" He couldn't see anything but he could still hear sniffling like someone was trying to hold back tears. "I'm fine, baby," came the muffled reply. It was obvious she had been crying and probably still was. He pushed the door open and stepped into the dark room. There was a little moonlight coming in through the window and he could just see the curled up bump in the middle on her bed. Slowly he shuffled over to the bed and sat down on the edge. Reaching over, he placed his hand on her shoulder. He could feel the silent sobbing as she tried to quietly hold her pain inside. "What's the matter, Mom?" he whispered. "Was it something I did, something I said? If it is, tell me. I'm sorry." He felt her shake her head, he thought, no. What could it be? Whatever it was was tearing her apart and he couldn't have that. Cautiously he crawled in the bed with her, stretching out beside and then wrapped himself around her. One arm slid under her head to pillow it off the bed and the other around her cradling her tightly in his arms. "What is it? What's wrong?" he whispered. He could feel the heat of her body through the thin nylon nightgown; it felt almost like she was naked beside him. Oh jeez, he thought, the last thing she needs is for me to pop a rod now! But the feel of her through the flimsy material couldn't be denied. Without conscious effort, or control for that matter, his cock began to stiffen. She felt wonderful/terrible. She really did try to hide her crying, especially when he knocked and came in the room. Then he lay down behind her all of him pressing against her and her nightgown feeling like there was nothing there. He was asking what was wrong but she couldn't tell him, could she? No, this was her problem not his; her problem! But there he was, this magnificent male animal, in bed with her. Shit, she could even feel him get an erection! All he had to do was lift the gown and plunge into her, she was already wet enough to float a boat! And he kept asking, asking, asking! "Damnit! What the hell is wrong!" he growled in her ear. She jumped a little and the answer popped out without her even thinking about it. "I want you but you don't want me!" she wailed. "You want me to what?" he said gruffly. "I want you to fuck me!" she started crying again, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that, I'm sorry!" Suddenly he moved away from her taking his arm from around her and getting out of the bed. Miserably she lay there sobbing knowing she had ruined everything. She wondered what life would be like now but couldn't bear the thought. Maybe he'll just send me away, she thought, lock me away like the crazy bitch I am. "Shut up and get out of that bed!" His voice was sharp and icy. He barked commands that couldn't be disobeyed. The shock of his voice halted her crying immediately while she scrambled to do what he told her. "Turn on the light and stand in the middle of the room, Wench!" Her body moved to obey before her mind could comprehend what he said. This was a totally different Evan; this was a true Master. She shuddered but the crying had stopped. Feeling her way to the light switch she turned it on and blinked back tears and the light turned everything to a blur. Quickly she walked back the center of the room and stood facing him. "Yes, Master." It was all she could think to say right then. Her vision was returning and she saw Evan sitting on the edge of the bed looking at her. It was a very icy look, no smile. "Strip for me." She reached down grabbing the hem of the nightgown preparing to pull it up and over her head. "No!" he said. "Slowly, very slowly, and dance for me while you do it." Her heart began to beat quickly; he wanted her to perform for him, using her for his pleasure and she knew now, really knew where this was going to lead. Releasing the hem she started to slowly sway with her hips, her feet moving slowly side to side, head and upper torso moving to an unheard beat. Slowly at first and then more quickly, she moved, thrusting her hips, drawing them back, lifting the gown to expose some long lithe leg and then letting it fall back, teasing, taunting, promising. Moving quicker as her own desire peaked she would jump near him brushing her covered breasts across his cheeks then jumping back before he could reach out to touch. She had never done anything so erotic even with all the games she had played with her husband. Here she was seducing her man, drawing him into her. Face flushed, heart pounding finally she couldn't stand being clothed any longer and she pulled the gown over her head and threw it to the floor. Breathing heavily she stood in front of him gloriously naked, hair flung out around her head like a halo and the faint sheen of sweat on her breasts. He stood up and crooked his finger to her drawing her forward. Just in front of him he indicated she should stop. "Prepare me," he said. Hands shaking she grasped his shorts at his hips and slowly drew them down to the floor. Just past his groin his cock sprang out almost hitting her in the face. She moaned with anticipation and quickly yanked the shorts down as far as they would go. He stepped out of them leaving them on the floor in a pile. Looking her in the eyes he said, "Get on the bed. Prepare yourself for me." Moving past him she spread herself on the bed, legs apart, knees slightly bent. She was completely open to him, ready to accept him into her however he decided to do it. She closed her eyes and tried to still her beating heart because surely he could hear it and its loud beating would disturb him. She felt the bed sag and heard the springs creak as he slowly climbed onto the bed. He didn't touch her but she could feel his presence and body heat moving next to her, over her. Lips softly enclosed one of her nipples and she almost screamed. His touch was like a bolt of lightening flashing through her body. He began to suck gently and the bolt of electricity became a river and the current flooded her body with sexual sensation. How long he suckled she couldn't tell but suddenly it was gone and she whimpered wanting to grab his head and return him to his nursing. Just as suddenly the lips began working on her other nipple and the torrid sensations resumed. She was a quivering mass of nerves and sensations; she desperately wanted him to mount her, to thrust his cock deep in to her claiming her for his own but she couldn't move. Again the lips left her nipple and she could feel them working their way down her stomach, over her navel and finally to the soft patch of pubic hair she kept above her mons. She felt hands spreading her thighs even further apart exposing her sex as an open crevice of bubbling desire. A tongue touched her outer lips and an orgasm ripped through her body powerful enough that she thought she had passed out for a minute. She had never, ever felt one like that! The tongue continued to work at her vaginal entrance but her body shoved aside her conscious being and took over. Grabbing his hair she pulled with all her might dragging him up and on top of her. "Fuck me! Fuck Me! Fuck me now!" she screamed. Releasing his hair she began clawing at his back and thrusting her hips up at him trying to impale herself on his magnificent cock. She blubbered and whimpered, screamed for him to fuck her, fingernails digging into his back. Cherie was pure animal now, a female needing to be breed and nothing was going to interfere with that. Finally she felt the head of his cock touch the entrance of her cunt and with a primeval scream drove herself up and onto him and the same time he drove down into her. She was being impaled, ripped apart, it had been so long and this was the largest cock she had ever taken but she didn't care; the slight pain instantly became pleasure as he sunk to his balls in her willing body. Her legs wrapped around his waist as her second orgasm ripped through her. She squeezed him so tight she drove the air out of his lungs for a moment. Then he began to thrust into her. Out then in, in and out. Long steady thrusts to begin with, each time he withdrew until only his head remained inside her grasping lips and each with thrust her drove in deep until he could physically go no further. With each thrust she felt him deeper inside her than anyone had ever been before; she was in ecstasy, but it wasn't enough now. She was a bitch in heat and she wanted him cuming in her right now! Her heels pounded on his butt cheeks trying to drive him even deeper. Her nails raked his back urging him on. "Fuck me! Harder! Harder! Fuck me, you bastard!" she screamed hardly aware of what she was saying. Her brain was no longer in control; she was nothing more than a rutting animal. Finally he drove into her hard, forcing himself as deep into her clutching cunt as he could go. His body suddenly became rigid, every muscle frozen in place. She could feel his cock expand slightly as his seed traveled its length and burst from the end into her waiting body. With the first splash of sperm-laced semen against her cervix she was engulfed by another massive orgasm. Her body became as rigid as his, mouth open, unseeing eyes staring at the ceiling. Her world narrowed to his cock, her cunt and the waves of pleasure coursing through her body. As the last spurt of sperm dribbled out of him and into her, their bodies began the slow process of relaxing. A few muscles at a time, a calf, then the leg, maybe an arm until they both lay like boneless masses of flesh. She was still pinned under him but his weight didn't bother her; in fact it made her feel safe and protected. After a few minutes she tightened her legs around him slightly and hugged him to her cooing little meaningless sounds of love and contentment in his ear as she rubbed his back. She tried to keep her mind blank, just drifting in the wonderful sensations of their sex act, well it certainly couldn't be called making love! This had been a mutual explosion of lust! But as she drifted on her little pink cloud of euphoria something was starting to make itself known through her dreaminess. Evan had never gone soft! Even after emptying himself in her he was still hard as a rock! Not only that, she could feel the minute thrusts as he moved in and out of her by only fractions of an inch. Gradually his thrusts became more pronounced but still they were very slow, very gentle. She could feel herself respond, her wet and sloppy cunt becoming a little wetter, her hips rolling slightly giving him more room and a better angle. The hot flash of desire she had felt during their first fuck was replaced by a warm glow and became just a little warmer and deeper as his gentle fucking continued. This time she wasn't just a bitch being bred, she was a woman receiving her man's love. Gradually his pace increased, but still much slower than the first frantic screwing. She received him, opened up to him, a partner in their love rather than an object of his lust. Her first mindless need for sex slaked, she realized this was true heaven: a man who loves her inside her, giving of himself and taking what she offered. This thought caused little shakes and shudders to run up and down her body, almost mini-orgasms, continuous little orgasms rippling through her very soul. The pace of his thrusting increased, a little less smoothly and a little more desperately. Knowing he was close again, she tried to meet his thrusts, grabbing his ass with her hands and pulling him into her with just a little more force. Finally his body shuddered and she could feel the spurt of his remaining semen enter her vagina. She felt ecstatic at being able to give him pleasure, that he had used her as she was supposed to be used. Again she ran her fingers through his hair and cooed to him until he finally relaxed. After a few minutes he lifted himself up on his arms and looked into her eyes. Bending forward he lightly kissed her lips while she wrapped her arms around his neck. His cock finally softened to where it slipped out of her vagina and breaking the kiss he moved off and lay down next to her rolling her over in the process so they were still face to face. "Mom..." he began, but before he could say anything else she pressed the fingers of one hand to his mouth to silence him. "I hope I have pleased you, Milord?" she whispered, "I am happy that Milord has taken his pleasure with this worthless one. I am complete now; nothing else needs to be said." She released her fingers as he continued to look into her eyes. He just stared at her for a while before he started talking. "Yes I am very pleased with you, Wench. In fact I have decided that this will be my room from now on and you shall warm my bed. Just what do you think of that, you little piece of fluff?" "Oh, Milord, that would be wonderful!" she cried a little as she snuggled up next to him the both of them quickly falling into the deep sleep of the exhausted. Cheri awoke confused. Something was different and she wasn't able to put her finger on it. Suddenly it hit her: There was a wonderfully warm mass pressed up against her back! For the first time in two years she didn't wake up alone! The confusion continued until something triggered her memory and the events of the past night flooded into her conscience mind. She scrunched up close to him wanting to feel every inch of his body next to her, but not wanting to wake him up. Well, she did want to wake him up and have him continue where they left off last night, but he had school and needed his sleep. Looking over at the clock she noticed that it was getting late for him, although until lately she hadn't bothered with alarm clocks. Better get him up, she thought. Rolling over she saw his back was to her and she reached out to shake him awake. The sheet fell off him revealing his bare back to her view. "Oh my God!" she screamed, "What have I done? Oh my God, oh my God... Oh baby I'm so sorry. She was crying almost hysterically. At her first scream Evan jumped out of bed like he had been shot out of a cannon. Where's the fire? His sleep-muddled brain tried to function but couldn't quite get into gear. "What? Where? Huh?" he spun around looking for the threat. "Oh baby, your back! Your back!" Cheri crawled out behind him tears streaming down her cheeks. "What? My back? What about my back?" He couldn't understand what she was blubbering about. She stood up in front of him crying holding her hands up as if she wanted to touch him but was afraid to try. Walking over to her dressing table he turned and looked over his shoulder trying to see what the fuss was all about. "Wow!" What he saw amazed him. His back was a checkerboard of scratches, gouges and scrapes. In some cases enough for them to have bled and the blood to dry on his back. "Well someone was sure excited last night now wasn't she?" he said. He looked over at Cheri with a smile which quickly left when he saw how obviously distraught she was. "Oh honey, I am so sorry!" she cried wanting to touch and heal him but afraid to do anything. "Whoa there, woman. To begin with they're just a few scratches. Secondly, they don't hurt; really I can't feel anything. And lastly for what I had last night I would have let someone beat me to a bloody pulp." He walked over to her and wrapped his arm around her feeling her wonderfully naked body shiver and quake next to him. Involuntarily he began to demonstrate his appreciation. "Well," she sniffed as she felt the rising force coming alive between them, "I guess I can tell I didn't kill you... It just looks like it." Laughing he steered her toward the bathroom. "I think once we get it washed off it won't look so bad. As your punishment I'm making you scrub my back, just not too hard, please!" Reaching into the shower stall he turned on the water letting it get warm. While the water warmed they took turns going to the bathroom. Neither one seemed the least bit embarrassed about their newfound openness. In fact while she was sitting on the pot peeing Cheri searched within herself trying to find the least little bit of remorse or shame but she couldn't find any, not one little bit. Incest was just a word with little meaning to her. She belonged to a man that loved her, would protect her and use her as a woman should be used. It just happens that she gave birth to this man almost eighteen years ago. It didn't change anything. Well maybe it did add a little extra spice and at least it is someone she knows and loves. All in all, it couldn't have worked out any better! "Ouch!" The water must have been warm enough since Evan stepped into the shower. His retort came when the first drops hit his back. Quickly Cheri squeezed out her last few drops and slid into the shower with him. Lathering the soap in her hands she gently rubbed his back stripping the dried blood off. Once it was clean she saw that Evan was right: It didn't look as bad as it had before. Still there were some pretty deep scratches and gouges. She looked down at her fingernails and wondered what she could have been thinking about. The answer was easy: She hadn't been thinking. Well those scratches needed to be treated after they got out just to make sure they didn't get infected, but other than that they should be all right. "I guess you're right, honey; they look like they should be fine. We'll put a little ointment on them and you might want to wear a shirt for a few days; you know: Just in case someone asks you what wild animal got hold of you." Turning around she started soaping his chest, running her hands over his finely muscled torso. Taking the soap out of her hand he started washing her down too. "Yes," he said as he explored her body with his soap-slippery hands, "wouldn't want everybody to know about the wild creature we keep penned up in here." She blushed and redoubled her effort to clean him. The hands roaming over her body felt good, very good, but she tried to concentrate on cleaning him for the time being. Taking the soap back from him she lathered her hands and started working her way down his body. She marveled at the man the boy had grown into and there was no doubt about him being a man, even without his taking her last night. Or maybe I took him, she thought to herself as her hands slid over his nearly hairless chest tracing the ridges of his muscles from his pecks down to his washboard abdomen. Not a real muscle man, she thought, but the way it was put together it made for an almost perfect package! Working her way down it would have been impossible not to notice that he was again fully erect and rock hard. She couldn't really believe this handsome young stud, her beautiful boy, actually found her sexually attractive, but the evidence was difficult to refute! Purposely ignoring his throbbing member, she continued to wash his legs and down to his feet. Finally she returned to his cock and gently began to soap its length while lathering his balls with her other hand. She heard him groan as she delicately and slowly washed his manhood. "Are we a little sore this morning, Milord?" from her knees she looked up into his eyes giving him a big smile. "Oh, that feels wonderful! God, you make me so hot! I could cum just looking at you, let alone having you touch me! Sore? Not sore, just ready to burst!" He threw his head back and closed his eyes as her slim hand stroked up and down the length of his rod. "Maybe I should kiss it and make it better?" she said. Rinsing the soap off in the spray of water she grasped his cock and leaned forward to kiss the tip. Her slender pink tongue darted out of her mouth to lick his pisshole. She could just barely taste the essence of his pre-cum, everything else having been washed away by the cascading water. Holding firmly to the base of his prick she forced her mouth over the head. Slowly the bulbous spear point parted her lips as she sucked, creating a vacuum in her mouth that his rock-hard boy meat was aching to fill. Millimeter by millimeter she eased him into her oral cavity, tongue caressing the head and teeth lightly scraping against the skin as he buried himself in her. He had about four inches in her mouth when the head of his cock touched the back of her throat and she stopped. Still sucking, she began to slowly jack the portion outside her mouth. Timing the motion of her head with the movement of her hand she began to move her head back and forth, letting his dick almost leave her mouth before sucking him back into her seconds later all the while fondling and squeezing his balls with her other hand. Quickly the pressure built up inside him. This was an exquisite torture and while at the same time he wished it could go on forever, he also cried for relief. Like a volcano getting ready to blow, he felt the need build up in his aching balls until finally without warning he felt the release as his semen shot out of his cock and into her warm sucking mouth. She knew he was cuming as soon as she felt his balls contract slightly and seconds latter tasted the warm splash of his cum on her tongue as he spilled his seed in her. The volume of his ejaculation wasn't as much as she had taken from him before, but then he had cum in her at least twice just hours before. The sounds of his groan of pleasure pleased her. She would rather have had him fuck her this morning -- she craved the feel of his thick cock deep in her cunt -- but he needed to get to school and at least she could release some of his tension this way. Besides, she was pretty sure he would want to fuck her later tonight, now that he knew she was his to do with what he pleased. Sucking until he began to soften, she allowed him to slip from her mouth with a slight plop. She stood up still holding his semi-soft member in her hand. There wasn't any cum left on his dick; her mouth had made sure of that, but she gently rinsed him under the water just to be sure. Eyes half closed, he looked at her and grasping her around the back of her neck drew her close to him, kissing her full on the lips with a kiss that was less of passion than of pure love. After he broke their kiss she wrapped her arms around him and hugged him as tightly as she could. "It's time you left for school, Milord," she whispered into his chest. "I don't think I can tear myself away from you," he groaned as he wrapped his arms around her also. "Well," she said pushing him away, "this body is yours to do with as you please anytime you want, but you have to go to school or they will come here and drag you away. If they take you away then I won't be able to see you, so no school, no pussy." Talking dirty like this to her son thrilled her almost as much as thinking about him mounting her. "That's unacceptable," he said pouting just a little for show, "but I guess you're right. But you know there is only one thing that will be on my mind no matter what class I'm in." He leered at her nude body and reached down to cup her ass in his hands." "Just a few more weeks and it'll be summer vacation. Then you'll have all the time you want to do whatever you want." Turning around she turned off the water and reaching out of the stall grabbed a towel and started drying him off. "Here," he took the towel from her, "let me do that. "Get yourself dry and get a quick breakfast ready. I am going to be late as it is and if you keep doing that to me, you and I'll never make it past the bed." Twirling her around, he smacked her lightly on the butt propelling her out the shower door and into the bathroom proper. She squealed as he hit her, the sharp sting of his very light blow causing her nipples to scrunch up and her cunt to get wet. There had been no pain at all but the sound and the thought of his pretend discipline excited her. She hurriedly dried herself off with another towel, threw on a robe and dashed down to the kitchen to make something quick to eat. He barely had time to gobble down the bowl of cereal and glass of juice she had ready for him when he was up and heading for the door. "I want you to have a schedule of household chores for the entire week ready for me when I get home. Make it a reasonable schedule but also make sure everything that needs to be done is on it. I'll look it over, change what needs to be changed and that is what you will work from. Is that understood, Wench!" His voice was gruff but his eyes twinkled as he said it. "Oh yes, Milord." Her eyes slightly misted over and she thought about curtsying to him or even getting down on her knees. But before she could he caught her up in his arms and kissed her fiercely, the kiss of a lover claiming his beloved and not at all like a son kissing his mother... Releasing her he kissed her once more on the forehead and walked out the door. Breath slightly catching in her throat, she followed him to the door and watched as he got in the car and drove away. Turning around she dreamily faced a day that seemed to have become the happiest day of her life. She had never felt this way before, not before marriage, during her marriage and certainly not since. She practically danced as she went about the task of cleaning the kitchen, thinking about the schedule she needed to prepare afterwards. ------- Chapter 7: Training Continues "Mom -- I mean Cheri, I'm home!" Evan shouted as he walked into the kitchen. "Yes, Milord," he heard faintly from a distant corner of the house, "I'll be right there." Opening the refrigerator he took out a jug of milk and poured a glass for himself. Hearing the slight clicking of hard soles on wooden floors he turned as his mother walked into the room. His jaw dropped when he saw her. She had obviously spent some time with her hair and makeup. It was piled high on her head with a silver comb holding it up. Wearing a dress that was scooped low in the front and with a hem that came up to about mid thigh perched up on three-inch stiletto heels, she was the epitome of class and sex all rolled into one. Seeing him stare at her she stopped and became worried. "It everything all right?" she said hesitantly, "I wanted to look nice for you. Is this okay?" Shaking his head as if to clear the cobwebs away, he quickly crossed over to her and grabbed her arms. Holding her at arms length, he looked her up and down giving a little wolf whistle as he did. "All right? I'll say it's all right! My God, Mother, you are beautiful!" Finally he let his eyes come back up and meet hers as he drew her to him and kissed her hard on the lips. Breaking the kiss he held her out away from him to admire once again. This time there was pure lust in his eyes. Cheri's eyes widened slightly and her heart beat a little faster; this was the exact response she had hoped for. Passively waiting for him to make the next move she looked up at him expectantly, ready even if he decided to take her here on the kitchen floor. Just because he owned her didn't mean she could elicit responses from him that she might desire. Wiggling the bait in front of him didn't mean he had to take it, right? She thought all day about him and what she craved for him to do to her and after finishing the housework she spent two hours primping and picking out the right clothing. Go dressy or casual? Sexy or demure? Well that one was fairly easy, this was a seventeen-year-old man; one didn't need to be all that subtle now did one? Looks like you got it right in one, old girl, she thought to herself. Suddenly he let go of one of her arms and smacked himself in the head with the heel of his hand. "Damn!" he said. "We have our weekly appointment with Dr. Black in half an hour." "Oh?" she said demurely, "and why should that be a problem, Milord?" Silently she cursed the fact that she had forgotten the appointments herself, but the response he showed was what she wanted; completing that response could wait. "Because," he growled at her, "I had other thoughts about what to do with the next few hours!" Leaning into him and fluttering her lashes she said, "What could you possibly have had in mind, Milord?" As an answer he slipped his arm holding hers around her waist and then down to grab her ass. As he felt her butt his eyes got round and a surprised look came over his face. Spinning her around he lifted her dress to expose her beautiful, and completely naked, ass. All she had on were nylon stockings held up by a frilly garter belt. He almost came in his pants just looking at her. "Oh jeez!," he groaned. "I ought to bend you over this table and fuck you right now, you little prick tease!" "Oh yes, Milord!" Cheri said breathlessly. She didn't really care about missing the appointment and the thought of being fucked while bent over the kitchen table like some common whore was making her flush hot and her cunt dripping wet. Obediently she took the two steps to the table and with her feet on the floor lay face down on the table her hands holding her dress up to her waist leaving her ass bare and beautiful sticking up in the air. Like a moth drawn to a candle Evan walked over to his mother and reached out to softly caress the twin creaming globes of her ass. So smooth, he thought, so perfect! Here was this gorgeous creature was giving herself to him, his to do anything he wanted to! He knelt down behind her pushing the cheeks apart with the heels of his hands. The perfect little rosette of her asshole lay exposed before his eyes, lying just above the visibly wet puffy lips of the cunt. Her body trembled as he dug in his fingers, kneading her ass like a pile of bread dough. Using one finger he traced the pouty pink lips letting the tip slide inside, just enough to moisten it. He heard her groan and push back against his finger, trying to impale herself on his probing digit. Not allowing that, he withdrew his finger from her vagina and let it trace its way up to and circle her gently constricting asshole. "Ohhhh, my God!" he heard her say as he pushed his finger slightly into the small brown/pink opening. She moaned and let go of her dress to grab the edge of the table in front of her. Using small movements he fucked his finger into her asshole, each thrust sending the finger a little deeper into her bowels. While he did that he leaned foreword and let his tongue run up and down the now sopping slit in front of his face. By now she was sobbing and shaking the entire length of her body. With one quick motion he jammed his finger into her up to the last knuckle and stuck his tongue in as far as it could go. It was like he flipped the switch to have her electrocuted. Her body went completely rigid and her moans turned to a cat-like yowl. After a few minutes her body suddenly relaxed all at once like someone had pulled every bone out of her. Quickly he stood up, unbuckled his jeans and pulled them and his shorts down to his knees. His rock hard boner stood painfully at attention. Stepping closer he pressed the head of his cock to her very wet pussy lips and began to push forward. Her cunt lips parted like the gates of a doomed castle before the onslaught of a battering ram. Inch by inch he entered her until his balls smacked against the edge of the table. Once fully entrenched in her he began his hard, fast thrusting. This was not really making love, this was a hard, fast fuck to relieve the incredible sexual tension she had given him. Two or three minutes later he felt the pressure build quickly until finally, holding himself as deeply inside her as he could he came, spurting semen and sperm deep in her womb, coating the inside of her vagina with his seed. He held still for a few minutes, absently rubbing and kneading her butt cheeks until he felt the last of his orgasm safely deposited inside his mother. Feeling his cock soften slightly, he pulled back until he plopped from her, letting a little of the semen/cunt juice mixture gush out and drip down her leg. Reaching over to the counter and a dishtowel he wiped his mother's cunt and his cock before throwing the towel towards the doorway leading to the laundry. Pulling up and buckling his pants, Evan held Cheri under her arms and brought her upright. Turning her around he wasn't sure of her reaction but the look in her eyes shocked him. It wasn't just love, or even lust, there was worship there. She had found someone who appreciated her, desired her and used her the way she wanted to be used. That he had brought her to orgasm before he took his own pleasure just added to the confirmation that Evan was indeed her lord and master, the one she would serve as menial, maid, housekeeper, concubine or just plain whore. She didn't care as long as he allowed her to be with him. Leaning over he gave her a quick kiss. "Shall we go say hello to Dr. Black, Wench? Do you need a minute or two to put things back together? Maybe I'll take a minute and wash the smell of pussy off my face." He grinned and patted her butt as he headed toward the bathroom. "Cheri, the change in you over the past two weeks has been, well, remarkable!" Dr. Black spread his hands fingers out inviting a response. "You haven't had any history of manic depression so I doubt it's just a mood swing. Do you feel any different?" "Thank you, Hugo," Cheri sat back in her chair, relaxed but not slumping, legs crossed and alert. "In fact I feel better today than I have in a long time. What changed? I guess you could say I found my purpose in life again. I lost it long ago and now I have it back." "Found your purpose in life? That's nice. So many of us search our whole lives for that and never find it. So tell me, what is your purpose in life?" "I don't know what your purpose is, Hugo, but mine is Evan. I have been avoiding my parental duties for too long and you know what? It makes me feel good to get back to them." "Hmm, that's good I suppose. But are you over fixating on Evan? After all he's almost eighteen now. Soon he will be going away to college or finding a job. Maybe even a wife. He'll be building a life of his own, probably without you. What will you do then?" "I don't know, to be perfectly honest. But I'll worry about that when the time comes. Maybe I'll go back to school, or find a job, who knows? All I know is that I have been wasting the last two years of my life and letting down the one person who really needed me. I can't take back those years but I can do my best from now on." "The important thing is that you are happier now than you were, but I don't want you to build your happiness on a house of cards that could come crashing down at any minute." "Well, I'll certainly try not to do that!" "Evan, I can see a great improvement in your mother. I noticed you haven't been keeping the journal like you did before. Is there some reason?" "No real reason, Dr. Black," Evan shifted around somewhat uncomfortably in his seat. "It just seemed a little, oh... redundant I guess is the word. What I was trying was working and I kept doing it. End of story." "What was it you were doing? Can you tell me, in your own words what was or is happening?" "Sure, it's pretty simple really. Mom wants someone, me in particular, to tell her what to do. It's kind of strange if you think about it. I mean she knows how to clean the house and when it should be done but for some reason she won't do it until she's told to. I mean once she's told, she does a great job, but she needs to be told. Do you think that's a problem? I mean she seems to be a lot happier now, and I know I am. What could be wrong with it?" "Wrong? Maybe nothing, but what if your mother comes to depend solely on you? What if you leave? What would she do then?" "Not damn likely," he muttered under his breath. Louder he said, "I see your point. Do you have any suggestions? I've been trying a few things, like having her make up a list of what needs to be done around the house for me to approve. That way she's really the one doing it but it makes her happy that I had final approval." "Actually that sounds like a wonderful idea. Look, Evan, your mother has what is popularly called a submissive personality. Have you ever heard of that before?" "Submissive?" He blushed slightly before continuing, "Doesn't submissive have something to do with being tied up and spanked or something like that?" "In the sexual context it can, but that is a somewhat narrow focus for the submissive type. Simply put, a submissive enjoys, even needs, to have someone else making decisions for him or her. Here, I have an old textbook of mine. Part of it deals in fairly understandable terms with what being submissive is and isn't. Take a look at it and we can talk about it next time. I think our goal should be independence for your mother. How she gets there is up to the three of us, principally you two. Any questions? No? Good. Then we'll talk about it some more next week." "Well that was interesting," Evan said as they were driving home. "Did you know the doc says you have a 'submissive personality'?" "Well duh!" Cheri giggled next to him in the passenger's seat. "So does he think I'm nuts?" "Nuts? I don't think so. He seems to be worried that you may become dependent on me and he wonders what you would do if I left home." Cheri bit her lip and looked out her window. "You know I already am dependent on you. You are my life and my reason for being. I don't know what I would do if you threw me away but that's something you could do, I suppose." She could feel a tear running down her cheek but tried to ignore it hoping Evan wouldn't see it. But he did. He saw the tear and the fear and he wanted to just stop the car in the middle of the street, pull her into his lap and hold her as tightly as possible. What he did so was to reach over, grab her hand and bring it to his mouth where he kissed it softly. "Cheri, my love, I will never leave you. For almost my whole life you have been my loving mother, the one who took care of me and protected me. Now you are my lover, my woman and my life. How could I, or more precisely, why would I leave you? I would have to be certifiably crazy and I don't think I'm quite there yet." She looked over at him and smiled, sniffing back the tears. "What if you want a younger woman? A prettier woman?" "Don't be silly! First off you're the most beautiful woman I know; there isn't anyone prettier so that wouldn't make sense. As for younger? Why in the hell would I want younger when I have this body looking the way it does?" As if making a point, he let go her hand and moved his over to rest on her thigh. Pushing her dress higher he exposed almost her whole leg up to the dark triangle of her pubic hair. "I love this no-panty thing!" he said. "I think that should be a new rule: no panties when you're wearing a dress unless you have specific permission. You can ask for that anytime, but you need it before putting any on. How does that sound?" "As you wish, Milord," she said demurely. The idea of being naked under her dresses excited her. She could imagine times when that could become very embarrassing but that was for him to decide, after all. Chances are that other people would see her in all her glory and he, well he would be able to... She didn't get very far with that thought as his actions overtook her. His right hand had pushed her dress up and now he was using his fingers to uncross and spread her legs. As soon as she understood what he wanted she uncrossed and planted both feet on the car floor as far apart as was possible while moving forward in the seat giving him complete and unfettered access to her vulva. Just the thought of him playing with her was making her itch and her juices flow. Softly he let his fingers run through her pubic hairs. He was amazed at how soft they were, more like fluffy fuzz than the wiry ones he sported. He could feel her mound sticking up from the vee formed by her legs, its soft slopes crested by her labia, now thoroughly soaked with her lubricating fluids. He ran his fingertips along her outer lips but without pressing them inside. Bringing his fingers back to his nose he inhaled the heady aroma of aroused woman. "Umm, you smell good!" he said, then he licked his fingers, "But you taste even better." Bringing his fingers back to her cunt he inserted two fingers and gently began rubbing the small button of her clitoris. She immediately began moaning, her head flung back against the headrest, eyes closed, her tongue licking her lips. "Does Wench like having her pussy rubbed?" he smirked. "Oh yes," she moaned, "Oh God yes, Master, I love having you rub my pussy!" "Do you like having me see your pussy?" "Oh yes, yes! My pussy is yours, to look at, touch, feel or fuck! I am yours to command! Just use me! Please use me!" "Well, Wench, I enjoy seeing your pussy, and I enjoy finger fucking your pussy, but I wonder if Mr. Truck Driver up ahead would enjoy seeing me finger fuck your pussy. Shall we show him and see, Wench?" A shiver of fear ran through her at his words. She had never exposed herself to another man before. John had always wanted him exclusively for himself and she didn't know what Evan would want her to do. Along with the fear came a rush of excitement knowing that some stranger would see her most intimate parts being violated by her own son. She almost came just thinking about it. "Milord owns my body," she croaked out. "He may do as he pleases." "Well then let's see what Mr. Truck Driver says! Keep your head up. I don't want him to see your face. I'm going to pull alongside; he should have a real good look at what's going on with your pussy." With that he sped up slightly catching up with the delivery truck in the right hand lane in front of them. At the same time he began to rub her clit a little more vigorously alternating with plunging his two fingers as far inside her as he could. As the cab of the truck came up alongside her, Cheri could almost feel the eyes of the driver looking down into their car, seeing her legs splayed wide open and Evan's fingers plunging in and out of her. She couldn't see the driver and thought he couldn't see her face but the mere thought of someone seeing her being used this way was enough to almost bring on her orgasm. Suddenly the truck lurched to the right and back again. He had seen them! Knowing this her orgasm hit. Involuntarily her legs slammed shut trapping his fingers deep inside of her. She grabbed his hand and tried to shove it as far into her cunt as it could go while her stiletto heels pounded the car's floor mat. As her orgasm subsided, Evan sped up laughing as he did. The truck tried to follow but he quickly lost it in the traffic. As he pulled into their driveway he was still chuckling. "Did you like that?" he said. "I guess so," she responded. "If you liked it then I didn't mind. It kind of excited me knowing that a stranger could see what you were doing, but, well..." "Go on. I want to know what you really felt, not what you think I want you to feel." "Well, I guess I wanted to keep what you do to me just between us." Biting her lip she looked down quickly, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to presume to tell you what to do; you can do anything you want. If you want me to expose myself, I will do it and enjoy it." Leaning over he gave her a big kiss on the lips. Pulling back he looked into her eyes until she could no longer stand it and looked down at her hands. "It was kind of fun at the beginning, seeing if we could screw with some stranger, but to tell you the truth when I knew he could see you I became a little jealous. Silly I know. I'm the one who forced you to do this, but I didn't want to share you with anyone. I love showing you off like yesterday at the beach and believe me you are going to be dressing up nice and sexy from now on, but this was too much. You are mine and I want you for myself. We may do things like this in the future, not exactly like this, but I'll have you know I never intend to share you with anyone." As he talked her heart beat a little faster and her breath seemed to be very difficult to take in for some reason. When he finished she stared into his eyes and reached for his hand. Taking his hand and placing it on her breast, pressing it tight to her fabric-covered mound. "Milord would grant me one favor? Would you please take me inside and claim me for your own?" Smiling, he gave her wonderful tit a gentle squeeze. "It would be my honor as well as my pleasure to claim you as my own, my fair lady." Exiting the car he came around and opened her door. Helping her out, he held her hand and led her inside. He entered the house first and turned to her, pulling her close to his body. Leaning forward he kissed her lips, his lips slightly parted and the tip of his tongue just barely caressing hers. Closing her eyes she opened her mouth to him wrapping her arms around and clenching him as tightly as she could. His tongue deftly explored her mouth running across her teeth and fencing with hers. Her mind stopped functioning as her world became this overpowering male presence taking control of her. Slowly he withdrew from her mouth and broke the kiss. Suddenly with an arm around her back he swooped down and placing his other arm under her knees picked her up into his arms. With her eyes still closed she felt them move as he carried her through the house and up the stairs. Seconds latter her legs were released and gently lowered to the floor. The arm around her back moved to the zipper of her dress, moving it slowly down her back. As the zipper slowly lowered she could feel the cool breeze from the open window on her newly exposed flesh. Now full unzipped, she felt the hand move to her shoulder where another joined it. The dress was quickly forced down her body where it was left in a pile around her feet. Eyes still closed she stood in nothing more that bra and high heels. Soon she felt a finger tracing the edge of her bra cup, over the soft swelling mound and down into the cleavage between. The hook holding the two cups together was released, the firm breasts beneath swaying slightly in their new freedom. The hands pushed the bra over and down her back ending up in the pile forming at her feet. She was naked now except for her high heels. This actually made her feel even more exposed than if she had truly been naked. It felt lewd and rude, crass and crude, like a whore on display or some prize animal at a county fair. She could feel the humiliation of hundreds of eyes looking at her, evaluating, inspecting, and judging her. Her excitement from earlier in the car was back full force. Breathing ragged, juices flowing, and senses on hair-trigger alert. She could hear every sound in the room, the flutter of the drapes flapping in the light breeze, someone removing clothing close to her, his breathing, deep but unhurried. The last of his clothing hit the floor and she heard the pad of bare feet as they came her way. The room was silent, except for the wind and his breathing. She could feel his presence, the heat from his body like fire, only inches away. Wanting to reach out and touch him, she couldn't. Her arms were frozen; she couldn't move, like the deer caught in headlights her brain was incapable of making any conscious decision. The presence moved, she knew he moved but couldn't tell where. Suddenly she felt his breath on her breast. He must be leaning down, she thought. Abruptly something touched her right nipple, something wet and soft, his tongue! Softly its tip flicked over the distended nub, teasing, taunting, a low moan escaped her lips. The tongue retreated only to be replaced by a pair of lips gently drawing her into his mouth, gently sucking, biting and pulling. The seconds seemed like hours as he nursed at her twin mounds, touching only her nipples, first one then the other. Untouched, she could feel her orgasm build. Wanting to scream, she could only moan and coo. Without warning the lips withdrew and hands on her shoulders gently pushed until her legs met the bed and she fell back stretched out flat, her feet still touching the floor. Hands grasped under her knees, lifting her legs up and spreading them apart. She was now fully exposed for his pleasure. Higher and wider the hands spread her apart, she could imagine him looking at her and seeing her cunt lips pulled apart just slightly, like they were ready for a soft kiss. They would be very wet, very moist and very pink. It felt like every drop of blood in her body rushed to her groin enhancing and stimulating the nerves centered there. Once again she felt his breath, this time the hot moist puffs of air floated just above her vagina. This time the tongue was expected as it lightly touched her outer lips, but even expected her body roiled as nerves fired, the electric discharge traveling through her body and exploding in her brain. Deeper his tongue probed rubbing up against the blood-engorged hood of her clitoris. The orgasm hit like a bolt of electricity, sizzling outward from her cunt to all parts of her body. Inside her shoes, her toes curled. She tried to clamp her legs around his head but was prevented by his strong hands still holding her legs splayed wide in front of him. Slowly it subsided leaving small little aftershocks rippling through her. Awareness returning, she could feel him still lapping at her cunt, drawing out every last drop of precious fluid possible. The golden afterglow from her orgasm and the gentle attention she was now receiving flooded her with a sense of love, need, desire and surprisingly, anger. Anger at all the lost years she had lived, never knowing this feeling, never knowing this was what she really wanted and never knowing she could have it. The tongue stopped and the bed groaned as another body climbed on. Her legs were forced up to her chest flattening her tits. Her heart having slowed somewhat after her orgasm began beating so hard she thought it would burst from her chest. He's mounting me now, she thought! His hands no longer held her legs apart and down, the weight of his body now did that. The head of his cock touched the lips of her vagina and without waiting began to slowly push its way in. Inch by inch his rock-hard rod pushed forward, never retreating. She was so wet there was little or no resistance to the massive invader. So tightly was she wrapped around his wonderful prick that she thought she could feel every ridge, every vein, as it worked its way into the center of her being. Finally his balls rested on her ass and the head bumped into the soft barrier of her cervix. She had been too horny the night before to really understand how big he felt in her. It was like a flesh-covered telephone pole had been forced into her bowels spreading her as wide as she had ever been in her life! Savoring the feeling of being completely filled she tried to squeeze down on him using her internal muscles. He began to move. Gradually he withdrew until just the head remained inside the folds of her lips. After pausing for a moment he began to reinsert his cock. Down, down, until bottom was hit, then out again. Out then in, in then out, slowly at first then gradually picking up the pace. She could feel the rumblings of another orgasm start to well up within her, slowly, gradually, unstoppably. Her eyes opened and her hands moved to lightly rest on Evan's shoulders as he gazed down at her, his body swaying to the rhythm of his hips driving in and out. Eyes wide open now she looked up at this man, her man, mounting her. It was the most natural thing she could ever have imagined. He fit there perfectly, fit her perfectly. He was her stallion breeding his mare. That's right, she suddenly realized, he's breeding me! She was going to accept his seed and if she were fertile he would impregnate her! This was so much more than just being used for sex! She was being used for the purpose she had been born for: to propagate the species! The thought of his sperm uniting with her egg triggered another massive orgasm. Her legs locking around his waist, body trembling. "Ohhhh," she moaned, "fuck me my stallion! Breed me! Plant your seed in me, Master!" Feeling her orgasm triggered his own. Without warning his balls contracted, his body went rigid and he thrust his hips down forcing as much of his cock into her as he possibly could. The thick cream of his cum spurted from his rod coating the entire inside of her cunt. Two, three, four spurts jetted out into her waiting womb before the flood subsided to a slight dribble. As his ejaculation finished the orgasmic lock on his muscles released and he collapsed onto her, breathing heavily. They lay there together, her arms and legs still locked around him holding him inside her tightly. She softly kissed his neck and murmured little nothings in his ear until his breathing returned to normal and his cock began to soften. Pushing himself up with his arms, Evan took his weight off Cheri and moved to lie down beside her. Rolling her onto her side facing away he moved up close, spooning with her, their bodies touching up her back and down his entire front. An arm circled her gently cupping one of her breasts and drew her tightly to him. "Have I claimed you well enough, Wench?" he whispered in her ear. "Oh yes, Milord," she sighed and pressed back into him wiggling her ass just a little as she did. "I am most thoroughly claimed, I do believe." She smiled and rested her head on his arm. "I do love your pillow talk, my lusty little wench," he said as he nuzzled her hair. "But what did you mean, 'breed me!'? I mean I love the way you urged me on but it just sounded a bit strange." "Well I guess now that Milord is about to graduate from high school, you can be told the deep dark secret of what we in the adult world call the 'birds and bees'. This is where the male of the species -- that's you, my love, as you have so ably demonstrated -- and the female -- that's me -- have sexual intercourse and the male's sperm is deposited in the female's vagina. That's where you fuck me, filling me with your cum to the point it dribbles down my leg. "Given that this happens at the correct time in the female's reproductive cycle, the sperm will fertilize her egg. This fertilized egg, now an embryo, will attach to the uterine wall and begin to grow. If all goes well approximately nine months later a baby will be born. This process of impregnation of the female is sometimes called 'breeding', hence my happy talk telling you to 'Breed me, my stallion!'" Releasing her tit Evan reached back and softly smacked his mother's bare ass. "Smart Ass!" he snorted, then absently rubbing the slight red mark his slap had produced he continued a little more thoughtfully, "You mean you could be pregnant?" "I don't know," she said truthfully. "I suppose I could be. I'm not on birth control, never have been. We didn't seem to need it with your father. I can't say he really tried, but he didn't actively try to prevent it either. Of course I haven't had sex for more than two years so there wasn't anything to worry about there." She got quiet for a minute, obviously thinking before continuing. "Do you want to get me pregnant?" Her tone was somewhat more guarded and less flippant than before. "If you want me to go on the pill, I'll see a doctor tomorrow." "Wow, a baby," Evan whispered almost to himself, the hand rubbing her butt moved to softly caress her lower abdomen, he seemed to be somewhat lost in thought for a minute. Suddenly his head snapped up and he said, "What do you mean do I want you to get pregnant? My God, Mother, it's you who would be pregnant, not me! What do you want?" "Honey," she said softly, "this body belongs to you. I've told you this before and I really mean it. It's your body to do with as you please. You can fuck it or not as you want, make me work day and night, b-beat me if it pleases you, anything. If you want me completely barren we can take care of that; if you want me pregnant, then you can do that too. You are the master; you decide." "Hmm," he said thinking for a minute, "very well. I have made one decision. I want -- no, I demand -- to know what you are feeling now. I won't promise that I will pay any attention to your desires but I want to know what they are. Answer me: Do you want another baby and do you want me to be the father?" "Yes," she whispered almost inaudibly, "I want a baby very much and you are the only man I would willingly choose to be the father." He couldn't see her face and therefore couldn't see the tears just leaking out from the corners of her closed eyes. "Oh, Cheri, I love you so much!" his voice was hoarse and thick with emotion. "I hadn't really thought about a baby before now but just the thought of planting one inside you excites me more than anything else I could imagine." She could tell he wasn't kidding as his cock had gone from flaccidly resting in the crack of her ass to hard as rock and jutting between her closed legs almost instantly. "If you had my baby then I would know -- really know -- you were my woman, not my mom: my woman, my wife! To join with you in creating life, that, well, I... I can't say what it would mean to me! Do you mean it? Do you really want my baby? I know I'm supposed to be the guy in charge and what I say goes and all that, but this is big -- really big! Making a baby is something that will affect us for, well really the rest of our lives! Is this really what you want?" Emotions raged through her head. She didn't want to make the decision, she couldn't! But she really didn't have to, did she? He had asked what she wanted; she knew the answer to that. She had wanted another baby since she first held Evan in her arms. Maybe she couldn't have any! Or maybe it had been Jack! She didn't know but what she did know was that she did want another and she wanted Evan to be the father. What she also knew now was that he wanted to be the father. She loved this man she had created and if she could give him a baby, by God, she was going to try! Reaching down between her legs she softly caressed the head of his cock as it stuck out from between her legs. Parting her legs and hunching over slightly allowed her to push the head of his prick into the wet, sticky entrance of her cunt. By just their positions alone he slid halfway into her as she pressed her legs back together practically locking him inside. Slowly she hunched back into him driving him deeper and deeper inside her as she moved. Getting the idea, he began to thrust with her. Slowly, tenderly they fucked, his hand caressing her belly or tweaking a nipple, her drawing her knees up to her chest giving him ample room to drive deep into her. For what seemed hours but was really only minutes they fucked at a slow deliberate pace, the pleasure of touching and being locked together was enough. But as their lovemaking continued, the desire for eventual release began to build. Evan noticed it as a slight pressure building in his balls drove him to thrust just a little faster, a little deeper. To Cheri it was a gradual buildup of heat in her cunt, the need to feel him wholly inside her, the need for more friction to calm the itch. Harder, faster he began to rock his hips into her until the sound of his pelvis smacking her ass sounded like two hands clapping. Harder, faster, deeper! She was reaching back trying to grab his hip and hold him inside her. His breath was coming hard and deep, sweat was breaking out all over his body. The itch in her cunt was maddening; so close, so close, she needed him in deeper, she needed him to cum in her! Reaching between her legs she grabbed his balls and squeezed lightly on one of his deeper drives. "Ahhhhh!" he screamed as her touch triggered his ejaculation. She could feel his balls contract in her hand as he grabbed her hip and tried to force his whole body inside her cunt. She imagined she could feel his cum as it raced through his cock towards it eventual release. What she did feel was the spurting semen as it pushed against her cervix and leaked around his phallus to dribble between her legs and down the crack of her ass. The feel of him cuming inside her triggered Cheri's orgasm. It was not as explosive as some of the others she had been having lately but one that swelled and rolled through her seeming never to stop. Finally it came to a gentle end, leaving her completely satisfied and almost glowing. They lay there together drowsing, his penis still semi-hard and deep inside her. After a while a loud grumbling could be heard from the direction of his stomach. Cheri started giggling and snorted trying not to break down in full hysterical laughter. He backed away snorting himself and gave her another light smack on the butt. "Laugh if you want, Wench. The meat on your bones may taste the best but I still get hungry for real food. So what's for dinner?" But before she could say anything he interjected, "If you don't have anything planned that can't be postponed until tomorrow, how about we order a pizza? That will give us time to wash up before eating." He took her smile and nod as affirmation and reached for the phone next to the bed. "You know," he said to her as he was placed on hold, "it's pretty bad when you know the pizza joints phone number by heart." They showered together taking care to wash off the dried cum and sweat. There was a lot of caressing, tickling, rubbing and even some soaping. They were like two newlyweds discovering each other's bodies. There was enough body contact that Evan's poor well-used cock began to poke its head up again but belly hunger won out and they rinsed, dried and dressed to go downstairs. Soon the pizza was delivered and they sat at the kitchen table eating and drinking a soda. Looking over at Cheri, he was already having trouble remembering she was his mother. He could hardly believe the change over the past couple of weeks. She sat upright in her chair bright-eyed and smiling. Damp hair still hung down her back but the white shorts and spaghetti-strap top were clean and seemed to fit her like they were painted on. No more shuffling around the kitchen like she was lost. No more nasty old robe. She smiled as she ran to get him something she thought he needed or wanted. She was... well... happy! That was it! She looked happy. She caught him looking at her and blushed but smiled when he grinned at her. Coming back from dumping the box in the trash, Evan grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into his lap as she squealed. Hugging her close to him she laid her head on his shoulder and sighed. For a while they sat there content to hold and happy being held. "Do you really want a baby, love?" he asked after a bit. She just nodded into his shoulder and he squeezed her a little tighter, "Good! You were the best mother around; it would be a shame to deprive another child of that privilege. But maybe we should wait awhile. What do you think?" Cheri had a little pained expression on her face but soon sighed and nodded. "You're right, of course. Right now wouldn't be the best of times. You should at least be out of high school, I suppose. I'll get an appointment tomorrow and get myself on the pill." "I think that's best," Evan agreed, "at least for now. But don't you get to thinking you're free and clear now, Wench. If it hasn't happened already it won't be long until your belly will be bulging with my baby!" Their lovemaking was short but very passionate that night. Exhaustion and an early morning didn't allow for anything more. ------- Chapter 8: Summer Fun The next few weeks passed by quickly and relatively uneventfully. Uneventful that is unless you are a seventeen-year-old boy, soon to be eighteen, about to graduate from high school with final exams coming up, looking at colleges and all you can really think about is the most beautiful pussy in the world waiting for you at home. Probably the only thing that saved his academic career was Cheri's period starting less than a week later. This not only put the question of pregnancy in abeyance for the time being but slowed down their sex somewhat. Not that Evan cared about the messiness or blood; no, he was horny enough he would have crawled through a mile of shit-filled sewer pipe just to smell her asshole. No, that didn't bother him, but the discomfort Cheri felt during this time did. Cheri would have gladly spread her legs for him while having her appendix taken out if he insisted, but he could tell with the cramping and discomfort it was not what she wanted to do. He wanted to fuck her in the worst way but wanted even more to have her full and enthusiastic involvement. Cheri made sure he knew he could have her any time, any place and that her condition should in no way preclude him from taking his pleasure when he so desired. But having said that, she appreciated the mature consideration her son and lover showed in this situation. The first few days of her monthly period had always been difficult for her. Severe cramping combined with very heavy flows made for an extremely uncomfortable three or four days. There were times when she could barely move, the cramps were so bad. Doctors she had seen were sympathetic but unhelpful. Her periods were more severe than most women they said, but not that unusual. Heating pads, rest and over-the-counter analgesics were the only prescriptions they had for her. For better or worse at least they were predictable to the day, and once the cramping stopped the flow was minimal and the pain nonexistent. Evan continued to amaze her with his perception and empathy. Becoming used to his role as reason giver he could be stern and authoritative but always tempered it with reason and kindness. He often ordered her to give him her opinion or feelings about certain things. She was expected to set up work schedules, pay bills, and make up shopping lists, all subject to his approval of course. Both of them knew he was allowing -- no, insisting — that she participate in their unique partnership, although a junior and at times reluctant one. It was an act, a facade; she was running a good portion of their household but his playacting allowed her to do it. Why she couldn't bring herself to make a decision, tell someone what to do, take charge for once? She didn't know and lately cared even less than she had before. There was a time when she wondered if she needed serious psychological help. She knew she was different and that her relationship with Jack had been at times extremely unhealthy both physically and mentally. But now it hardly mattered. In the span of three short weeks the perfect man had taken control of her life and she had never been this happy before, ever! Gone were the beatings that used to leave her debilitated for days, so too the mental abuse of constantly being told what a useless bitch she was, good for nothing except menial work and a quick cum dump every now and then. Now she was truly loved. Her young master desired and craved her body she knew intimately but it wasn't just her body he wanted. He wanted her to enjoy their lovemaking, his fingers and tongue driving her to orgasm more times than she could possibly count. If she was just a life support system for a cunt he wouldn't do that, would he? No, he loved her, put up with her mental silliness even when it was a bit of a pain for him. He 'made' her take care of herself, keep herself clean, well groomed, nicely dressed, and sometimes very naughtily. He didn't do this just for himself, although she knew he enjoyed the way she looked all dressed up in a nice dress, high heels, hose and makeup. She knew she was more than his sex toy and arm fob, but that he liked and was proud to display her touched her deeply. Every day and every way she fell even more deeply in love with this magnificent person that at one time had been her son. Maybe if his treatment of her hadn't been in such sharp contrast to his father's she wouldn't have been so swept away, but then again maybe not. For almost sixteen years she had lived with Jack Hill. Throughout that time he had feed her, clothed her, provided for her and the son they had made together. Even more important to her was the fact that he understood her need to be submissive. He, on the other hand, had the lust to dominate. A match made in heaven, or so it seemed. At first it was perfect. Jack took control almost from the first date they had together. Where they went, whom they saw, what to eat, even down to what she should wear. He thrilled her with his absolute self-assurance, his commanding presence. Here was a man that knew what he wanted, what needed to be done and expected to get it immediately. They met while she was still in high school. At sixteen she was easily one of the most beautiful girls in school as well as one of the better students. He was a junior at the local college and he immediately captured her heart when they met at the social mixer put on by the local chapter of her father's fraternity. Reasonably handsome, or at least good looking, his eyes pierced through her when they first saw each other. She was like a tiny bird caught in the hypnotizing glare of a giant snake. She couldn't tear herself away. He gathered her in like a planet capturing a new moon and in his orbit she stayed. Of course he had no problem receiving permission from her father to date her. In fact he asked her father even before he asked her. The age difference was considerable, but a fellow fraternity brother, well-spoken and asking permission this day in age? It wasn't even in doubt. Neither was their dating. It wasn't so much that he asked her but that he told her they were going out. Even then she craved the firm leadership of a strong willed man. He was proper, respectful and the exceptional gentlemen with her always, but there was never a doubt as to who was in control. He decided where to go, what to see, and even when they were to get married. After they were married he expected and received total obedience from her as his wife. Despite excellent grades and a desire to continue with schooling he wouldn't hear of her going to college. She would stay home and tend the home-fires. Little by little he came to control every aspect of her life making detailed lists of what was to be done on which day, what was to be served, how she was to dress. He even planned what day they were to have sex. At first this thrilled her. Here was someone who was giving her exactly what she wanted! No decisions, no pressure. All she had to do was what she was told. Sure the sex was boring. She had been a virgin when they married, but a seventeen-year-old virgin wasn't that unusual even then, so what she expected from sex came from romance novels and late night talks with her friends. It wasn't bad really. He would feel her up, pinching nipples rubbing her legs, thighs and stomach. Of course he would kiss her, back then anyway. When he was hard, with a rather normal six-inch penis, he would mount her and pump until he came. Sometimes he would last long enough for her to orgasm before him, but most times not. Whether she had an orgasm was of no concern to him; she was there to receive his seed, her pleasure was a secondary benefit and nothing more. If she didn't orgasm she was disappointed but knowing she pleasured him was enough. She became pregnant very early in the marriage and this seemed to change him. Never had he been a particularly romantic sort but now he was almost cold to her. Nothing she did pleased him. If she starched his shirt it was too much, if she didn't he looked like hell and it was her fault. The house was never clean enough; the food didn't taste quite right. He was morose and sullen almost all the time. After Evan's birth Jack took a job that required him to travel quite often. He would be gone most of the week and only return for the weekends or a few days during the week. His control of her continued with the lists and requirements, but now there were inspections when he returned. Every little discrepancy was noted, and if nothing was found, something was made up and he would berate her for every single one of them. One day during their inspection tour he was strangely silent. She knew he had seen a number of items she had missed. The baby had been sick that week and she just couldn't do it all, but he hadn't said a word; he just marked something down on a piece of paper. Nervously she waited for him to explode but it didn't come. Not a word during dinner. Afterwards, nothing. She didn't understand but decided it had to be a good sign and let it pass. After the baby was put to bed she went into their bedroom preparing herself for bed. They always went to bed together at the same time, always. Jack was standing in the middle of the room waiting for her. "Come here, Cheri," he said without preamble. She walked over to him where he grabbed one of her arms and moved toward the bed practically dragging her behind him. She hadn't noticed it before but there were two silk robe sashes tied to the posts of their king-sized four-poster bed. Each sash had a loop tied in the end and hung down onto the bed. He lifted her arm and draped a loop from one of the sashes over her wrist and pulled to tighten the knot. Somewhat in shock she didn't resist, not that she would have anyway. Taking her other wrist he placed that through the other loop and tightened that also. She was standing at the end facing the bed; her arms were stretched out to her sides held tight by the sashes. She couldn't move and could only see behind her as much as she could twist her head over her shoulder. "W-What are you doing Jack?" she stammered. "Shut up, bitch," he said rather calmly. "I bust my ass all week for you and that brat and I come home to a filthy home and a crappy dinner." "I... I'm sorry honey! I try, I really do, but sometimes it's just too much for me." She was crying now, she didn't realize that he was so disappointed in her. I must be the worst wife in the world, she thought, he deserves so much and I'm able to give him so little! "I'll do better, I promise! I know I've been doing a terrible job but I promise I'll do better!" she sobbed. "Damn right, you'll do better, you lazy bitch," he hissed at her. "I'm through talking now; talking to you about your failings just doesn't seem to work so you force me to try something else." In his hand was one of his dress belts folded over. "You're going feel the bite of this for every single thing you screwed up do you understand?" Coming to stand behind her he reached out and yanked her skirt down to her ankles. Next came her panties. Now her feet were tied up in clothing and her ass bare. She couldn't move either her feet or her arms. The feeling of total helplessness enveloped her whole body and she was surprised to find it excited her. Her cunt began to itch and grow moist just like it did during their infrequent moments of sex. She heard the swish of the belt through air and suddenly her ass exploded with pain. She screamed as the belt hit her again and again. How many times she didn't know but it felt like the flesh had been flayed completely from her body. She had never felt such pain and it went on and on! Finally it came to an end. Her legs felt like they were going to collapse and she wanted to, but then only arms would support her and she knew that would be painful. She could feel his hands on her butt grabbing, fingers digging in spreading her cheeks apart. The head of his penis poked her ass trying to enter her from the rear. He must have scrunched down because she felt him jab upwards and enter her sopping pussy. He was grunting and breathing heavily as he thrust into her as hard and fast as he could. Never had he been this excited with her, he rode her like some kind of animal! She felt like she was being raped but the more he thrust the more her cunt craved the attention and the friction of his plunges. With little warning he grunted even deeper and spewed into her, his ejaculation triggering the largest orgasm she had experienced so far. That night was the start of her life in bondage. It wasn't always the belt; sometimes it was a paddle or a small whip. Handcuffs, ropes, ties; the methods differed but the result was the same. She had been bad and he punished her. Inevitably this would excite him and he would screw her, usually from behind, but sometimes he would have her suck him off and shoot down her throat having her swallow his semen thus completing the domination. Most of the time she would cum during or after these sessions. She hated the pain but the sexual release was addictive. No, she didn't miss the pain and the mildest sexual pleasure provided now by her son was infinitely better than the very best of his father's. But sometimes she missed being tied up, the feeling of helplessness. She wondered if Evan would do that for her some day of if he would think she was some really sick pervert. She didn't think he would mind but couldn't bring herself to ask; her timidity certainly had its drawbacks sometimes! Little did she know but that very question was plaguing Evan at that very moment. Finding out he was unable to fuck 24/7, (even a seventeen year old had to rest sometime), and Cheri being out of service for a few days, he spent the evenings when he wasn't studying for exams reading. First he read the text Dr. Black had lent him. Fascinating, he thought. It was truly amazing what some people believed was 'normal' and 'needed.' As a clinical study of the submissive personality the book was fine. He now understood his mother's actions in the context of her individual psychological makeup. To be honest he didn't really care about the psycho-babble or her characterization as this syndrome or that one. He wanted to know what he could do to make her happy, because he knew that if she were happy he would be happy. The whole concept of submissive/dominant was a little bizarre. He could sort of understand the dominant part; after all who wouldn't want a beautiful sex-toy/maid/cook all the time. He understood the pleasure in giving orders, although sometimes the tedium involved in the nitpicking crap was just plain boring. He just didn't understand how someone got his jollies by ordering someone to clean his toilet; well it takes all kinds! And the submissive angle: he didn't get that at all. Not being real big on taking direction to begin with, the concept of giving your life over to someone else was truly foreign to him. However there was little doubt that is what his mother wanted to do, and in fact had already done. So he knew what she was, but did he really know what she expected from him? Oh yes this sub/dom scene could be just as demanding from one side as the other! He was expected to oversee her work, tell her what to do, and become her interface with the rest of the world. He also knew she liked to have sex, lots of sex, at his discretion and instigation. It was supposed to be his idea and his way but he also knew that under the correct circumstances she was perfectly willing to tell him what she liked and let him act on it. So far their sex had been relatively unimaginative; vigorous and plentiful, but unimaginative. Did she want something more? The text had only hinted at the sexual aspect of Dom/sub[BM1] relationships, but nothing very specific. He had a fair idea of what some of these types were into; after all he was almost eighteen, he'd read some of the porn, seen the magazines. Is this what she wanted and if yes then how far would she want it to go? Did she want to be spanked or whipped? He didn't think he could cause her any real pain; it didn't matter if that's what she wanted; he just couldn't do it, maybe a little play spanking but none of the other really sick shit. Obviously they needed to sit down and really discuss this. Before that, though, he needed information, real information on what, how, why and to whom. Where to go? Not to Dr. Black; asking about the sexual aspects might be a little too much. In fact they might just want to stop seeing him. You never know what he might find out and what he would do with it. But that's for later; now he needed to know more about this BDSM scene. Somehow he didn't think the library was the place to look and those dirty little bookstores might have what he wanted but wouldn't let him in! Wait, there was one place that probably had everything he wanted and wouldn't even ask for ID: the Internet. With that thought he bounded upstairs and flipped on the computer in his room. Calling up his favorite search engine he typed in the word "SUBMISSIVE" and hit return. The number of hits amazed him: over one million! This was far too much. Trying to narrow the search he added "DOMINATE" and hit return. Still over a million hits! Pursing through a few of the sites he quickly found out most were pay porn. That's not what he wanted, why would he want to pay for the privilege of seeing pictures of what he could actually put his hands on? No thanks! He needed to narrow it down even further so he added 'HOW TO' and tried again. This was more like it; still thousands of hits but the sites listed came under the heading of BDSM Society or Restraints of Love League. Quickly paging through a few of the web sites listed he found exactly what he was looking for in the web page sponsored by the Couples Bonded by Love Society. One whole section was dedicated to learning what BDSM (Bondage Domination Sadism Masochism) was all about; they called it a fetish, and described in detail how to get started and how to do it safety. Exactly what he wanted! He downloaded the files and started reading. That Friday night was when he decided they needed to sit down and talk. Exams were almost over and as a senior he only had to show up for a few hours the next week; for the most part he was done with high school. Actually there were many things they needed to talk about; her view of their relationship was only one of them. There was college to think about. Where would he go if he went? Where did that leave her, and how would it be paid for?[BM1] Friday at dinner he told her he wanted to talk. She seemed somewhat apprehensive when he told her but as usual agreed to his suggestion. After dinner he went into the living room and sat down. Flipping on the TV he settled on the first channel on. He wasn't really interested in watching anything anyway; it was just background noise as he collected his thoughts. He would rather have helped in the kitchen cleaning up but Cheri seemed to take it as some kind of personal affront if he offered to help out too often. Maybe she thought he was subtly telling her she wasn't doing a good job. So instead of working hard to avoid helping out around the house he actually had to work harder just to be allowed to help! Quite a switch from your normal teenager! After about a half hour, Cheri walked into the room and stood next to his chair. This was not abnormal; in fact it was what she normally did. Sometimes he would be watching TV or reading and suddenly he would realize she was silently standing there. He would have no idea how long she had been there, just that she was. Usually he would pull her down into his lap and the fun and games would commence from there, but today he didn't want to play -- well not just yet anyway -- he wanted to talk. "Here, Mom, have a seat. There are some things we need to talk about." He indicated a chair right across from his. She sat down, folded her hands in her lap and looked down at the floor. If he had to guess what her feelings were he would have guessed she was scared. Why, he didn't know, but he was going to find out. "Mom, eh, Cheri, do you know what I wanted to talk about?" he started. "I assume you are displeased with something," her voice barely above a whisper. "I have done something, or not done something and now you will let me know what it is. Maybe you are tired of me and are telling me you no longer want me. I don't know what I did but can I first say I'm sorry and I won't do it again?" "Oh Mom, quit being silly!" he offhandedly brushed away her direr predictions. "I'm not mad and I'm certainly not tired of you! If fact just to let you know your fate here in the near future I plan to screw you until you can barely walk in the morning. What do you think about those plans?" He grinned what he thought was a very evil grin and leered at her in a very suggestive way. "As Milord wishes so shall it be," When he began talking her eyes had lifted to meet his and with his last statement she began to blush, rather fetchingly he thought. She blushed but also became a little flush. She was more than a little horny and giving him blowjobs took care of his needs but certainly not hers. She had been hot and bothered all day, actually ever since her cramps ended the other night. She had been hoping he would use her that evening but her natural pessimism triumphed when he told her they needed to talk. When a man says that to a woman, it usually means goodbye and since they couldn't exactly say goodbye yet she was sure he was going to stop their sexual relationship. Hearing about his plans for later in the evening, she felt hot and itchy. She needed a good fucking and was impatient to get to it. "Good," he said, the semi-evil leer transforming into his normal smile. "Milord is going to want a lot of loving tonight. Your lips are sweet but that's not what I want wrapped around me tonight -- well not all night, anyway." She smiled back at him, the relief practically bursting from her pores. "But that's part of what I want to talk to you about tonight," the smile stayed but was augmented but something else, humor, yes, but there was also determination. "I have been studying for the past few days and not just for my exams. I have been reading up on this Dominant/submissive thing." As he said it the fear returned and she looked down quickly. Oh my God, she thought, he thinks I'm some kind of sick person, a real weirdo. I can't help what I am, she wanted to shout but instead she quietly bit her lip and stared at the floor. "You think I'm sick, don't you?" she said softly. "Sick? Oh God, no!" She lifted her head and saw him looking at her. It wasn't disgusted or condescending; it was a puzzled look, or maybe quizzical would be the more appropriate description. He was looking at her like he was expecting something. When she finally met his eyes he continued. "I've thought about this a lot in the past few days. I don't see why a submissive would be any 'sicker' than a dominant. I mean a dominant is someone who likes to control everybody and everything. Don't they call those people 'hard chargers' or 'driven'? Why would someone who does just the opposite be sick, rather than just different?" His casual mater-of-fact attitude was quickly allaying her fears. What he was saying intrigued her. He didn't sound clinical like the doctor would have but it did sound like he knew something of what he was speaking. She knew he hadn't come to his point yet but was certainly willing to wait until he did. "Please stop me if I say anything you don't agree with. I'm no psychologist -- shoot, I just read a little about this -- but I think we should talk about you and your needs and about how I can help fulfill them. "First you want -- need -- someone to tell you what to do." Her head bobbed up and down slightly acknowledging what he said. "Now we both know you could do this for yourself. You are a mature, highly intelligent woman fully capable of deciding what needs to be done. In fact I'm sure you are as smart as you are beautiful and your life is wasted here doing housework." She started to protest when he lifted both hands making a soothing motion towards her. "Whoa there, pretty lady. I didn't say you had to do anything else, just that you could if that is your choice. Now, as I see it there are a couple of things we could do: First we could go to Dr. Black or someone else and ask for them to cure you. From what I've read it's a possibility, not a great one, but a possibility. Second, I could continue being your boss even though we both know you're doing almost all the work. I'm perfectly willing to do that even though I realize that I'm not one of those super-dominating personalities. The question is what do you want? This is not a choice between sick and normal; this is a lifestyle choice. You don't have to tell me now, it can wait." "I want you," she said a soon as he had stopped speaking. "I have never been as happy as I have been the past few weeks. You can choose something different if you like, but if you are asking me what I prefer, I want you. I know it all sounds a bit strange -- sometimes it does to me also -- but serving you makes me complete. I don't want to be 'cured' of that. "I know what you've been doing with me, having me do some of the thinking for myself, coming up with ideas. That's okay with me, especially if it pleases you that I do it." Pausing for a moment she pursed her lips, wrinkled her brow and continued. "It's not that I really have to have someone make all the decisions for me. It's more that I really, I mean really, want to do everything just the way you want it. The easiest way to do that is to have you make all the decisions. If you promise that you will tell me immediately, when you want something done differently, I can probably do a little more on my own. Is that what you want?" "Part of it," he said shaking his head. Sighing he continued "I'm not a very good slave master am I? All I really want is to make you happy." Suddenly the leer reappeared, "Well, that and fuck your lights out!" "And that brings me to another topic, sex. You know Cheri, Mom, uhh, gee you see this is part of the problem, I really don't think of you as Mom anymore. Yes, you're still the same person who washed me, clothed me, helped me grow up, but yet you're not the same. I have 'tasted of your fruits' as they say and never, I mean never want to give you up. I can't help it, but you're not my mother, not my slave nor maid. You're my woman now. I want to wed you, bed you and even knock you up. I want to be with you for the rest of my life. What do you think of that?" The feeling of joy, happiness and a good dose of lust raged through her body as he spoke. Tears flooded her eyes and made it difficult for her to see him except through a haze. She slid to the floor on her knees and knee walked across the short space between them. Reaching him she laid her head in his lap and wrapping her arms around him as much as the chair allowed, she started crying softly. "Oh baby I love you so much!" Emotion made it difficult to be heard clearly. "I am your woman if you will have me! You do own me, heart, body and soul. I will be here for you as long as you want me to be!" "Great!" he practically shouted as he pulled her up and into his lap. "That's taken care of. Now there are a few other things we need to discuss. You see I read not only the psychology text about submission, I also looked up a few things on the Web about, well, the sexual aspects of submission." He actually blushed and she tried not to but still giggled which of course caused him to giggle even more. "Well, what I mean... I guess... oh heck. Look, I read a lot about the BDSM stuff and I want to know if that is what you like to do? There's a lot more to it than I ever thought. There's bondage starting at being tied up to some really bizarre stuff. Then there's humiliation and 'water sports' and pain and... Well, you get the picture. What I want more than anything is to cater to some of your desires, at least as much as you do mine. Now if you don't like any of that, that's fine with me. Let me tell you what part of it I won't be able to do. I don't care if you do want it, I couldn't hurt you like some of the, uh, instructions say to do, I just don't think I could bring myself to give you pain." She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck settling her head on his shoulder. "It seems kind of strange talking to you about this," she was nervous although she wasn't sure why. "Strange and kind of hard so if I sound a bit, iffy or not very clear, please try to understand." She took a deep breath and went on. "Your father like the pain," noticing his sudden scowl she hurried on, "oh not too much, well never enough to cripple me anyway. Well he liked the pain, but I didn't. He used to tie me up and spank me -- beat me really -- with a belt or paddle, sometimes his hand." She pulled his head close and whispered in his ear as if keeping a secret from nosy neighbors, "I liked to be tied up. I like feeling helpless and vulnerable. I even like being violated when I'm that way, but I don't like the pain." "What do you like being tied up with?" he whispered back into her ear. "Oh, anything really. Handcuffs, scarves, rope. I have a lot of toys left over from when your father used to play with me. I can show you when we get upstairs." "This should be very interesting," he said as he nuzzled into her neck. Pulling back he said, "Oh shit! There was something else: college. We have to think about college for me. Where should I go and how will we pay for it? I guess I could go to State; they have a scholarship for students whose parents have died." "Don't worry, honey," Cheri murmured, "I never told you this but your dad and grandpa set up a trust for you. All you have to do is agree to become a member of their old fraternity and you can go to any school that has a branch on campus." "Great!" suddenly he thought of something, "I wouldn't have to live in the frat house, would I? Wherever I go you're coming and we're living together, I'm not going into any frat house or dorm!" "No, baby, you can be a member and not live at the house and that's the only stipulation: that you be a member, not that you live there. Next week after graduation maybe we should sit down and look at some places you might be interested in, maybe even take a vacation and visit the campuses." "That sounds great to me!" "Is there anything else you wanted to talk about? Or should we just sit here until something pops up?" she started grinding her ass into his crotch. Leaning forward he scooped her into his arm and stood up. As he carried her up to their bedroom he thought it remarkable that just a couple of short weeks ago he was a virgin with only a theoretical knowledge of sex and now just a few days of doing without gave him an insatiable craving for pussy. His mother's mouth may have taken the edge off but it was nothing like the feel of her sweet cunt wrapped around him. They entered the bedroom and quickly crossed to the bed. Once there, he unceremoniously dropped her to the mattress flat on her back. Her eyes popped open in surprise; looking up at him, she wondered what he was up to. She didn't have long to wait as he immediately reached down and grabbed the fabric of her blouse over her tits and violently pulled sideways causing buttons to fly off in every direction. "Wha-what are you doing baby," she mewled, the hint of fear in her voice. "Anything I damn well please, bitch. Now shut up!" he growled at her. He didn't really believe she was afraid of him, not for a second. No matter what the voice sounded like the sparkling anticipation in her eyes revealed her true opinion of this rough treatment, she loved it! The bra she wore fastened in front. How convenient, he thought. Mere seconds later the bra was undone and spread leaving her milky white tits heaving in plain view. The shorts took a little longer but were stripped off in record time. She lay on the bed almost naked, the torn shirt and bra her only clothing. "Where are the toys Jack used to play with you?" he asked, looking down at her. "In the closet, black bag, top shelf," she whispered to him. She had thought the sex they had enjoyed before had her about as excited as she could ever be, but this was different. Here he was playing right into her fantasies and deepest desires. For some reason she had no fear of him. Love, lust, a burning desire to grovel at his feet, to be used by him as some sex toy... Yes, she had all that, but no fear. She knew he would never really hurt her, not like she had been afraid of with his father. With Jack there was always the chance, remote maybe, but still the chance he could go out of control and really hurt her. It was easy to admit now that Jack had never really loved her, not the same way Evan did. To Jack she was just another pretty possession to be used and abused and that had been all right with her because she knew nothing better. Now she did, now she knew what it felt like to be cherished and loved. She wanted him to use her, to tie her up and control her, but she felt absolutely safe in his hands. Another thing she suddenly realized: Without the taint of fear, this playing at what she assumed was going to be bondage and rape was getting her more excited than she had ever been before. There was already a growing wet spot under her ass as the juices literally trickled out of her already very-stimulated vagina. She watched as he walked to the closet, opened the door and turned on the light. From the bed she couldn't see him in the closet but she could hear as he dragged something off the top shelf. The light clicked off and the door shut. In his hand was the black nylon gym bag that had given her pleasure and pain for so many years. She shivered with anticipation. Unzipping the bag he dumped it between her outstretched legs. One by one he picked up objects to examine: two pair of nickel-plated handcuffs, a ball gag, several pieces of a very soft silk rope, leather cuffs (suitable for either wrists or ankles), dildos of various sizes and a vibrator (batteries dead). Most of these he examined and tossed to the other side of the bed out of the way. The ropes he kept. They were very special ropes. Purchased at a specialty shop, they were designed for bondage play and had a loop and slip knot at one end that fit a wrist or ankle. The other end had a special device that allowed it to be secured and tightened very quickly. The material of the rope was also very special. It was made of a very soft almost silky substance that neither chafed nor burned the skin. It was, however, very strong and impossible to be removed by the restrained once set in place. Staring her in the eyes like a cobra hypnotizing its prey just before striking, he moved toward her. Eyes locked he slipped the first rope over one of her wrists and wrapped the other end around one headboard post. Still maintaining eye contact he moved slowly around the end of the bed and secured her other arm. Quickly he moved to secure her ankles. She was now spread-eagled on the bed with nothing on but her torn blouse and bra, legs and arms spread as wide as the king-sized bed would allow. With her torn clothing she felt even more naked than if she had been completely nude. Her cunt gaped slightly open allowing a view of what must be a very wet, very aroused vagina. He grinned down at her with the worst-acted evil leer that she had ever seen. "Try to get out of that," he sneered. She tried to move but was thoroughly held in place. The only part of her limbs she could move at all was her knees: She could spread them farther apart, a little anyway, but this just opened her up even more than she was now. "I can't move, Master," she whispered to him. "Good. I think you need a little punishment now, you have been very lax in your duties to me in the past few days and I won't tolerate it. In fact I know just the thing for this punishment. Now you wait right here and I'll be right back." With that he turned and left the room. What was he doing now? she wondered? Being held immobile like this was incredibly exciting; she felt utterly helpless and totally under his control. She still didn't really believe that he would hurt her but what he was getting puzzled her. A few minutes later he reentered the room holding something behind his back. Moving to the bed he quickly placed the object on the floor before she could see what it was. What she did see was the long black scarf he held in his hand. Glancing at her with a devilish smirk he lay the scarf out on her stomach and carefully folded it lengthwise until it was one long strip about two inches wide. Picking it up by the ends he brought it up to her head. "I think you would be much more appreciative of our little session if you couldn't see what was coming. Lift your head." She did and he gently wrapped what was now clearly a blindfold around her head covering her eyes. She was now in total darkness as well as being immobilized. Her heart was pounding from the excitement, nipples hardened to almost rock-hard points and a vagina so wet it literally flowed. The anticipation alone was sublime torture. Her desire to be fucked, to be mounted and used, was so overpowering and consuming it was almost a physical pain. She was again turning into a female animal in heat with just one thing in mind: She had to get that cock in her as quickly as possible and get that precious baby-making seed injection. There was the sound of a belt being unfastened, a zipper going down and the soft rustle of clothing dropping to the floor. He's undressed, she thought, her imagination envisioned him standing over her, the lean hard body that she knew so intimately and yet was little more than a stranger to. She knew his wonderful cock would be fully erect, sticking out long and proud. Saliva poured into her mouth as she imagined the hot velvet over steel head parting her lips as he used her mouth to slake his lust. Would he "force" her to suck him first? Maybe he would start a bit lower? She shivered thinking about the possibilities. The first touch surprised her. It was a light, very soft, touch on the sole of her bare foot. Starting at her heel it slowly inched upward to lightly tickle her toes. Never one to be overly ticklish, her hypersensitivity combined with her immobility and blindness caused an unusual reaction: She felt like she was going to crawl out of her skin. Oh the touch was so light, so gentle, that her body, accustomed to more brutal and painful sensations in these situations, overreacted. She almost came. Her body went rigid and she struggled against the bonds. She wanted him, had to have him and if not restrained would certainly have jumped him and if rape of the willing is possible she would have ravaged him! A small part of her mind realized that had she not been restrained the damage she had done to his back their first night together would have been nothing compared to what she would do now! But she was restrained. There was absolutely nothing she could do. She was completely under his control. She couldn't move or act on her desires but she could scream and scream she did. "Oh God, baby! Please fuck me! Oh please, oh please, oh please! What are you doing to me? Ohgodohgodohgod!" Practically incoherent, she flung her head back and forth as the torture device moved from one foot to the other. What was this instrument of evil she wondered? It felt like a hot electrical wire touching her skin but was as light as a feather. A feather? That's it! It's a feather! In her mind she could see him lightly brushing the feather over her toes, up to her ankles and slowly but steadily up the inside of her leg to her thigh. Knowing what was being used to torture her made the psychosomatic pain disappear but none of the desire. No whips, no paddles, nothing to give pain: just a little feather, something to tickle with, something to give pleasure. Oh how she wanted him, her loving master, her stud, her son! Upward the feather moved, roaming all over the skin, inside thigh, outside leg. It brushed her pussy lips setting off another tremor throughout her body. By now she was a helpless mass of quivering flesh barely able to verbalize the feelings racking her body. "Evan! Oh Evan, baby, please! Please! I need you now! I need you! I can't stand it! Oh God, please take me!" she moaned and withered under his touch. "Now how could we stop, Wench?" he whispered next to her ear. "We have only explored half of you; never know what could happen with the other half." With that the feather continued its journey up her torso, a sheen of perspiration slowing its smooth advance. Soon the sweat from her body saturated the quill lessening the tactile effect. The feather was withdrawn and for a moment she felt alone, no sight, no sound and no touch on the skin. Minutes latter she felt a presence close to her body, nothing specific, she hadn't yet been touched, but it was like she could sense another presence very close to her. Then she felt it, the warm moist air of someone's breath over her right breast. Earlier she would have sworn that her nipples couldn't have gotten any harder than they were but now she wasn't sure; they scrunched so tightly it felt like someone else was pinching her. His face, no really his mouth, had to be inches, maybe less, from her body. She heaved up and barely felt her breast brush what had to be his lips but he moved back away from her and she fell flat again, whimpering. Again the hot breath and her lunge, just as unsuccessful as the last. She lay flat now crying in pent-up frustration and her need for release. Just as she had given up all hope of release, lips grasped her engorged nipple and began to softly suckle. This time her orgasm could not be stopped. The touch of his lips was the catalyst beginning the chain reaction that swept through her like wild fire. Like waves reflecting off the sides of a small pool her orgasm reverberated from every side amplifying as they met in her center. The waves of bliss subsiding, she remembered to breathe and took a deep and ragged gulp of air. Her heart fluttered and she wondered briefly if she was having a heart attack, not that she cared. At that moment she truly believed that even death was a worthy price to pay for what she had just experienced. But it wasn't over yet. As she calmed down she felt more than heard the bed move as Evan climbed on and crawled between her legs. Now a feeling of what could only be described as religious ecstasy filled her. The mammoth climax that had just enveloped her took the edge off the pure animal lust that had controlled her to the exclusion of everything else. Now she felt like the perfect receptor, the altar at which he would pray, the receiver of his love and his seed. She was the female and he was the male. They were made to be joined. God and nature had created her for the sole purpose of receiving his sperm and to beget his child. As he positioned himself between her legs she practically glowed with purpose. Wanting to spread herself wider for him she was prevented by the restraining ropes. She was his sacrifice, laid out on this altar waiting to receive his holy essence. With the peace and calm of a religious fanatic about to be martyred, she waited for his divine rod to enter her. She didn't have long to wait. At that point it would have been a close call to determine who was more sexually excited, him or her. Evan couldn't believe the feeling of absolute power tying his mother up gave him. Her moans, squeals and begging almost caused him to ejaculate more than once but he was, with great difficulty, able to restrain himself. After sucking on her tit and the obviously tremendous orgasm that had caused, he knew that he had very little time himself and was either going to shoot on her or in her and that if he wanted to cum in her he better get in there quick. Climbing onto the bed and between her legs he was amazed at the smile on her face: it was absolutely beautiful. Pure contentment, rapture and gentle love all wrapped into one. He was totally entranced, right then she was the most beautiful and desirable woman that he had ever seen. As he positioned himself, his hips pushed her thighs farther apart and the head of his cock rested just within the folds of her vaginal lips. Without conscious thought his hips moved forward and he slipped effortlessly into her until his balls lay against the cheeks of her ass and their pubic hair seemed permanently entangled. As he sank into her she sighed in pure contentment like a soul experiencing rapture and being brought to heaven. She was liquid fire. As he plumbed her depth he felt the dichotomy of a velvet-steel vise grabbing him, threatening to never let him go, but she did. Slowly he withdrew and then just as slowly returned. Arms under hers he crushed himself down on top of her trying to bring them as close together as physically possible. The burning pressure in his testicles increased. He was about to cum and he knew that as long as he had been ready this would be a tremendous if not painful ejaculation. Faster he fucked, harder and deeper, the smoothness leaving his strokes as he tried to inject his sperm directly into her womb. Hearing, but not really comprehending, the words of encouragement she whispered in his ear in between nips on his earlobes that came within reach as he pressed close. "Come on, baby, fuck me! Breed me, my stallion, cum inside me, cum inside your woman!" she whispered as within minutes his hips jack-hammered his stiff cock into her waiting cunt. Faster, harder, deeper he plunged, his need to cum inside her building with every thrust. Suddenly the pressure became too much. He crushed her to his chest and drove his hips forward forcing his rod deep inside her as he began to spew semen and sperm against her cervix. Wad after sticky wad of his baby-making juice pumped into her until he thought his balls had been completely squeezed dry. His orgasm triggered hers and although it didn't come close to the ecstasy and total rapture of her earlier climax, it gave her a pleasure over and above the knowledge of having served her man well. They lay there for a while locked together, his cum still dribbling out of his cock and oozing around it to drip wetly to the bed spread. With great effort, his body felt like every ounce of energy had been sucked out of it. He pushed up and reached out to the bedpost where he flipped the release on one of the ropes holding her in place. One after another he released her bonds until she lay there beneath him, ropes still snug around her wrists and ankles, his semi erect cock still lodged deep within her. Slowly her arms and legs wrapped around him and she crushed him to her with almost hysterical strength. "Oh, my lord! My master! My stallion!" she whispered in his ear finally grabbing his head and pressing her mouth to hers in a bruising kiss that lasted until neither could hold it any longer due to lack of breath. He tried to get up and take some of his weight off her but every time he moved she held him so tightly he couldn't. He felt drained and completely fulfilled. Right now he was the happiest man alive. His woman was beneath him, his cock lodged deep within her, he had emptied his balls if not his soul into her and she literally wouldn't allow him to get up. Life was good! He thought about this as he fell asleep. When he awoke in the morning Evan found them scrunched tightly together spoon fashion. He could feel Cheri's butt pressed into his groin, his flaccid but awakening cock nestled partly in the crack of her ass. Even with the monumental workout they had the night before the feel of her body next to him got his juices moving and his blood boiling. Right now the blood wasn't quite boiling but he was starting to simmer; what he was was chilly. The night had been rather cool and their covers had been pushed down below their knees. Enjoying the feel of her naked skin as his fingers traced their way down her side he reached for the sheet. As he skimmed down her arm, he suddenly felt a protrusion on her wrist. Raising his head he looked down their bodies and saw the silky white rope still circling her wrist. Now why would she still have that on? he wondered. As he reached further, grasping the covers and pulling them up Cheri rolled over slightly and stretched, her arms reaching up over her head. Her eyes popped open just as a big yawn escaped her mouth. Eyes sparkled as the yawn turned into a large grin. Continuing her roll she ended up on her back looking up at him. "Good morning, Master," she whispered, her smile threatening to split her face from ear to ear. "You were magnificent last night, my stallion. I have never, ever, cum that hard before in my life!" Arms snaked up to wind around his neck dragging him down to her lips. It was a slow, lazy, half-awake type of kiss their tongues just barely parting lips to tentatively touch and caress. Reluctantly he broke apart from her. "Why do you still have the ropes on, babe?" he said. "Because my master hasn't removed my little charm bracelets yet," she purred, stretching an arm out to look appreciatively at the dangling line. "I would never take off something my master puts on me until he tells me to." "Hmm, yes, well, maybe you should take them off soon. Wouldn't want you to wear them out, now would we? Ah Mom, eh Cheri, I take it you enjoyed last night? I told you I don't think I can do the pain thing, not on you anyway, but if that's what you like I think we could do more along those lines." "Oh my God, yes! Honey, last night was perfect!" she was finding it much easier to talk to him about her desires and sexual fantasies. Each and every day he demonstrated his improved mastery over her and his absolute trustworthiness. She would bet her life now how no matter how he tied her up, bound her or used her sexually he was never going to hurt her. It was a feeling of total release! She was free to be his slave without care or worry! Somehow that didn't sound quite right when she said it out loud but she knew what it meant. She was his completely now without the added burden of fear. Oh she would have been his anyway even if he beat her unmercifully, but this way she belonged to him 100 percent: mind, body and soul. "You know you own me. I belong to you body and soul. Well, I want you to really own me; I want you to physically control me. I love to know that you have total control of me: that I can move only if you allow me, let me breathe or talk. I love you so much I wish I could just lie at your feet like your prize hound. I want you to use me; I am your maid, your cook, your whore, cum sponge... Whatever you want me to be, I am!" "The hound at my feet, huh?" Grinning at her, he then drawled on in a fake southern accent, "Well you may be my bitch but you sure ain't no dog. My bitch, huh? Hmm, that gives me an idea." "What, Milord?" her eyes were very bright and clear. "Never you mind, Wench. You'll know when I'm good and ready for you to know. I think I know what I want but I need a little time first. Right now I have something else that needs attention." She could feel his cock grow almost to its full hardness against her leg. "Oh yes, Milord! Would you like me to warm you up in my mouth?" as she said that she began to squirm down in the bed. "No. What I want you to do is lie there on your back, open you pretty legs and get ready to receive your master's morning deposit into his sperm bank!" Cheri giggled as she did what she was told. His dirty talk thrilled her; she was already wet and ready for him as she kicked off the covers, bent her knees and opened herself up for his penetration. As he climbed on top of her and gently let his weight settle down she could feel his massive prick finding the split lips of her cunt with no help whatsoever. He was made to be there, she sighed to herself, and will need little help in finding his natural place. Grasping under her shoulders he slowly but firmly drove his hips forward sinking his cock into her buttery warm hole. As he entered, her legs unconsciously lifted and wrapped around his back presenting him with the perfect angle for deep penetration. He easily slid home as his balls slapped against her ass with a loud plop. Holding himself inside her he lifted his head and began giving her little butterfly kisses on the neck, chin, cheek and lips. Returning his kisses where it seemed appropriate, she generally remained passive, offering her body as his pleasure toy. This was for him alone. Oh yes she felt the pleasure building in her, his long thick cock filled her deliciously and totally. She was pretty sure she would cum this time also, but that was a secondary consideration. This time was to relieve the ache in his balls, have him cum long and strong and deep. Right now she was merely the life support device for the cunt that was to milk the man juice from him. Slowly he began to move in and out. Pulling back until he was just inside her and then pushing back down until he collided with her cervix allowing him to go no further. Her hands moved down to cup his ass, nails digging in slightly pulling him into her each time he plunged her depths. In and out, up and down. Her pleasure grew with every stroke. She could feel the pressure building within her as she tried to concentrate on servicing his needs but her good intentions not withstanding, she began to pull at him a little harder, drive him with her heels and gently bite his neck and shoulder. She knew he would be cuming soon as he began to hammer into her with force and velocity. His hips were moving in a blur as he tried to force not only his cock but also as much of his body into her as he could. She knew she was almost there too; her own orgasm teetering like it was balanced on the edge of a knife. It was an exquisite torture being on the brink and waiting to be pushed over. Each stroke honed that edge sending her just that little bit closer. It was a race to see who would explode first and this time Evan won. His body stiffened as he drove into her one last time. He let loose with a primal scream and started to empty his balls into her. Feeling his warm cum filling her cunt triggered Cheri's own climax. She squeezed with her legs as tightly as she could and wailed a high-pitched shriek as her pleasure-wracked body vibrated and writhed under him. Still clenched tightly together they kissed softly and tenderly as their bodies recovered from their erogenous exercise. Finally, feeling completely emptied, Evan pushed himself up and off his mother watching as his now semi-erect prick flopped out of her gaping cunt followed by a gush of semen and vaginal fluids. Falling onto his back he looked over at the woman he loved and smiled reaching over to brush the sweat-plastered hair out of her eyes. "You were wonderful, Mother. Now clean me up with your mouth." Even though every muscle in her body felt like it had been stretched tight and pulled apart she quickly positioned herself on her hands and knees and moved down to where she could bury her head in his crotch. Having her lick his cum-covered cock clean was both humiliating and nasty; she loved it! First she licked his balls clean, lifting them up to get at the underside. Then taking him gently in her mouth she sucked and licked his penis until it glistened in the morning sunlight. Finally he gently pushed her away and she looked up to see him grinning wickedly at her. "That's enough, Wench. I'm not sure I could take cuming again right now. Besides you need to get cleaned up and get downstairs to make some breakfast." "Yes, Milord, right away!" she scampered out of the bed but before she could get started toward the bathroom Evan caught her by the arm and yanked her down into his lap. Wrapping his arms around her he kissed her hard on the lips. The kiss of a lover letting his woman know that she had done very well and that it wouldn't be very long before she would once again be back in his bed. Releasing her, he smacked her lightly on the ass and pointed her toward the shower. She squealed and giggled as she scurried off. ------- [BM1]There's a convention in the culture that I'm humoring here: The Dominant is in initial caps; the submissive is in lower case. ------- Chapter 9: Circle of Love Graduation seemed anticlimactic to Evan. One milestone in school was just a minor footnote on the journey he found himself taking. The relationship with his mother was all consuming. The emotional bonds they were forming far exceeded the paltry mother/son bonds they had once shared and never having been exceptionally close to another girl, he had nothing with which to compare it. He did realize that part, if not most of his fascination with his mother was his sexual desire for her body. He was, after all, barely eighteen, a male at his sexual peak. His body was telling him to fuck anything on two legs with a slit and here was a gorgeous, very feminine female welcoming him to do with her body whatever he wanted. Maybe a saint could have pulled back and resisted, but he sure couldn't. Besides he didn't want to resist. Yes, part of their relationship was the physical sexual aspect but he really did love this woman, first as his mother and then as his woman and lover. To make a long story short when it came to thinking about a simple graduation, high school or not, or humping this perfect creature, well there really wasn't much of a contest. Of course he went to the ceremony and walked across the stage for his diploma, but it wasn't the after-graduation parties he was thinking about. What was on his mind was the fact that his prim little mom in her pretty pink spring dress wasn't wearing any panties under that dress and would be willing to drop to her knees in front of the whole class if he told her to. They had their own graduation party that night, which probably involved almost as many sperm deposits between partners as all the rest of the parties combined. What interested Cheri was Evan's birthday coming less than a week after graduation. Her man would be eighteen and an adult under the law, able to enter into contracts, buy and sell property, get married and live on his own. What to get a man who has everything and nothing? When she asked him, he would just grin and tell her he didn't want anything more than he was already getting, she didn't understand and he wouldn't explain. She wanted to get him something special, something he would remember forever and finally after much thought hit on what she thought was the perfect present. It was something he already owned but didn't use. Maybe he was too afraid or embarrassed to use it, but whatever the reason he would have his nose shoved in it and then see what he'd do! Evan had his own idea of what would make a perfect birthday gift and searched high and low to find it. It turned out what he wanted was readily available if a bit pricey. Screw the cost, he thought, this is perfect! He ordered it and with overnight delivery it arrived just in time. ------- The schedule for his birthday had already been set. He had given instructions to Cheri the week before and they had been followed exactly. First was to be dinner at a very posh restaurant in a town about 30 miles away; fewer people might know them there. Then they would go dancing at a nearby nightclub, a very expensive nightclub that didn't ask too many questions of its clientéle. After that they would spend the night at a hotel in that town, the honeymoon suite no less. Evan was dressed in a new suit, one tailored to accentuate his slim muscular build. His hair was fashionable for the day and well groomed. He looked like a young professional rather than a boy just out of high school. He had loaded himself down with cash and was ready to show his best girl the town. Rising from his seat as Cheri slowly walked down the stairs he sucked in his breath at the vision before him. Although he'd told her in general what he wanted her to wear, the impact of her carrying out his orders stunned him. She was in a sleek black gown, very simple and very elegant. It had a plunging neckline that seemed to show a lot more cleavage than it really did. Tight in the waist, it flowed down over her hips and came to rest with the hemline at about mid thigh. Dark semi-opaque hose that showed every delicious curve of her leg drew the eye down to open toed black four-inch stiletto heeled pumps that just screamed out sex appeal. Her hair was piled high on her head with small ringlets falling loose to the side. Her neck was bare and milky white against the black of her outfit. For a minute he was unsure of what he wanted to do. He was absolutely struck numb by her beauty and elegance; he had never seen his mother like this. Palms sweaty, he felt like a geek, or maybe a frog, waiting for the princess of his dreams. Cheri saw the look in his eye and the pallor of his face and wondered if she had made some mistake. Didn't he like it? She thought she knew what he wanted but maybe she was wrong; something seemed to be wrong. "What's wrong, Evan?" she asked stopping at the bottom of the stairs. "Did I get it wrong? I'm sorry. I thought I understood what you wanted. Tell me what you want and I'll do it!" Tears started to well up in her eyes. She had tried so hard and now it looks like she had failed. Her obvious distress shook him out of his momentary panic. Shaking his head he smiled at her and let himself enjoy the vision in front of him. Moving over to her he took her hand and led her to a chair in the living room where he indicated she should sit. "Wrong? Nothing is wrong except that I was literally knocked breathless when I saw you. I knew you were beautiful but I didn't realize just how beautiful you really are. I'm sorry I worried you; I feel like the frog with the princess and I guess my self-esteem took a bit of a blow there." "You aren't any frog, honey," she said blushing from the pleasure of hearing his praise. "You are my stallion, my stud, my master." "Yes, that is what I wanted to talk to you about," he actually got down on one knee beside the chair while reaching under to retrieve a velvet-covered box he had placed there earlier. "You've told me I own you body and soul. I have to admit while it is has to be the fantasy of every man living to own a beautiful creature like you, it still doesn't seem real to me." He opened the box and showed her what lay within. Inside was a gorgeous choker/cameo combination. The choker looked like midnight black velvet but on closer examination was actually a mesh of finely woven metal threads. The cameo had the look of antique aged ivory or mother of pearl. There was a figure on the cameo, in fact a face. When she bent closer to look, Cheri was surprised to see the face was hers! Or at least close enough that you couldn't tell the difference. "Oh Evan, it's beautiful! It is the most gorgeous thing I have ever seen! But why are you giving this to me? It's your birthday, not mine. I should be giving you presents, if you'd ever tell me what you want." "Well, you see the thing is, this is my present." "You're going to wear this? Well okay, but usually men don't wear them, you know." She looked at him with a kind of bemused puzzlement. It was a bit strange but what the hell; he was the master after all. "No I don't plan to wear it," he chuckled, "there is only one place this piece should reside and that's around your pretty neck. But I have to tell you there is something special about this necklace. Do you see this?" Lifting the choker out of the box he turned it so she could see the two ends where they hooked together. Except that she didn't see the hooks or how it would unfasten. There were some kinds of fasteners on the ends all right, but she didn't recognize them or how they worked. "That's different," she said looking up at him, "I've never seen one like that. How does it work?" "This is very special and very difficult to get. It's vulgar name is a Slave Collar and the ends meet together just like it seems they should, but here's the catch: Once they're together they can't come apart, ever. Once this collar is connected it can never come off. It would have to be cut off and this is surgical stainless steel; it won't come off easily. Look here." His fingers moved to the cameo fob hanging from the choker and flipped it over. On the back engraved in large italics and then highlighted with enamel was one word, 'Evan's.' Suddenly she began to realize what this lovely piece of jewelry represented. Her vision clouded momentarily and her heart pounded. "I want you to wear this for me," he said slowly. "I want to show the world that you are mine and that you belong to me. I will not order you to put this on. Once you do it's permanent and forever. It's your collar that binds you to me for the rest of our lives. I am asking as my birthday present that you become mine and demonstrate this by wearing my collar. But you must want to do it; I only want you to do this if you really want to." Feeling a little faint she looked into the eyes of the man she loved and couldn't believe what he was offering her. She had already given herself to him in her heart but now she could do so where the whole world could see. They may not know what the collar meant but she would, and that's all that was important. The thought of being paraded around in public collared like some kind of pet suddenly made her horny, really horny. Looking up at him again she knew there was only one answer she could give. She hadn't felt this giddy and tingly since being married, and if the truth be known this was even more so. "Yes, Evan, collar me. I am yours and I want everyone to know it. I'll wear your collar proudly." She sat up and turned exposing her neck to him. Carefully he stood behind her, placing the choker around her neck and deftly snapping the connectors together. He tried to pull them apart and when he saw they were tightly together he turned her around to look at his handiwork. "Beautiful! Absolutely beautiful! You make me so proud! I can't tell you how great you make me feel. It's almost like we're married!" Pausing he thought for a minute and said, "I guess in a way we are married. The law won't let us do it formally, but marriage is more than the piece of paper. For all intents and purposes we are married. What do you think of that?" "Wife, slave, mistress or just sex toy," she looked up at him with very clear and sparkling eyes, "I am yours and that's all that matters to me. Yes, I'm your wife. I would be honored to be, if you so desire." "Well I do desire and then so be it." Standing upright he held his hand out to her. "Come wife, let's go to dinner." ------- The drive to the restaurant was uneventful; just some chitchat about some colleges Evan had been researching and was interested in seeing. Cheri could barely keep her hands off her new adornment. When she first felt the metal touch her skin she had expected something cold and unyielding but it couldn't have been further from the truth. Indeed it was slightly cool to the touch when it first lay against her skin but quickly seemed to warm up until it was practically glowing and giving off a radiance all its own. It was just a piece of metal with no independent heat source but she couldn't help what it felt like. As for unyielding, not even close. It was like a piece of soft but firmly flexible cloth, more like a wide gold necklace than a wire mesh. She just wanted to touch and feel it, play with the dangling cameo, caress the smooth metal of the band. She felt like some prize show cat primped, fluffed and then taken out and shown off to the world. It was exhilarating! Somewhere in the back of her mind Cheri wondered just how far from normal she really was. Here she was a grown woman being treated like an animal and loving it. Actually that wasn't completely true, Evan had been treating her like a highborn lady. Anything less than completely differential treatment had been at her insistence and consistent with her desires. Although she had never even thought of a collar -- and she did think of it as her collar -- it was absolutely perfect. She loved the idea of publicly flaunting her submission, yes that was the word, flaunt. She reveled in it, couldn't wait to show it off. So what if nobody else knew what the little black band meant? She did and that was enough. By the time they reached the restaurant she was ready to prance and preen for her master, the perfect trophy attesting to his manliness. He gave the keys to the valet and came around the car to open her door. Offering her his hand he helped lift her upright and placed her arm firmly within the crook of his. The walked slowly up to the maître d's stand and informed him that the Hill party of two was here for their reservation. Within seconds they were being escorted through the dark restaurant weaving in between other couples and parties to a table next to a large window overlooking a lake. As they walked Cheri felt like every eye in the room was following her and she imagined what she must look like in a dress whose shimmering fabric clearly showed she was wearing no panties. In fact she had no garter belt on tonight, choosing instead thigh-high self-supporting hose. Additionally she had worn no bra or panties and felt almost naked. A server pulled Cheri's chair out for her and helped seat her comfortably. Turning to them he smiled and began his spiel. "Good evening, my name is Mark and I will be assisting you this evening. Would you like to start with a drink before ordering?" He glanced speculatively at Evan who may have looked older than his eighteen years but probably couldn't pass for twenty-one. "How about a carafe of your house white? I'm sure that would be most agreeable," Evan looked the waiter directly in the eye. "Hmm yes, well are you sure you want something that umm, strong? Maybe some fruit juice or a soft drink?" "I believe my son and I would like a little wine in celebration of his birthday," Cheri interjected giving Mark a sweetly innocent smile. "Ah yes, your son. Of course, ma'am, right away." Giving her a very knowing look and almost a wink he left to retrieve their order. "I don't think he believed I was your son, Cheri. I can't say as I blame him. You don't look old enough to have a child out of kindergarten let alone one out of high school. I wonder what he does think, though. Are you some high-priced hooker I picked up for the night? Maybe I'm some rich kid and you're a gold digger after my money. Or could it be you're the rich one and I'm just your pretty boy? What do you think?" "A high priced hooker? So I look like some kind of whore do I?" she grinned as she said it, the thought of being taken for a whore gave her a thrill all its own. "Hmm, a whore? Well I have to admit I don't know much about whores and really don't care to but I don't think you could possibly be classified as one. A courtesan maybe, a mistress, even a concubine, but never a whore. You look... well... expensive, very expensive, and elegant, more than something that is used only for sex. No, of the many things you could pass for right now, a whore isn't one of them. I mean, did you see the men in this place when you walked through? I thought most were going to cum in their pants and the others were going to die of heart attacks! And it's a good thing 'If looks could kill' is just an old saying because if it wasn't from the looks you were getting from some of the women you'd be dead right now." "Oh you say the sweetest things, Milord. Oh here is Mark with our wine. What were you thinking about ordering?" They ordered and when the waiter left they settled back and resumed their discussion. Evan was more than a little surprised at how much he was enjoying the dinner. He never really thought of himself as someone who liked getting dressed up and going out but this wasn't bad. Of course the fact he was out with an absolutely gorgeous woman who loved him and with whom he could have sex anytime he wanted didn't hurt. But more than that it felt right, felt good. He thought about his life and how what had happened to him over the past few months impacted and changed him. Yes, he was still as giddy as a kid in a candy store when it came to sex; he couldn't get enough and hoped he would always be that way. It was more than that though, he looked at things differently now. He was responsible for not only himself but also someone else. No matter how he looked at it he was going to be taking care of Cheri, she was his and not only did she need to be taken care of she deserved it. She gave him everything she could without a single complaint or hesitation. He owed her no less. Without realizing it, he had made the leap from young adulthood to full adult. It was indeed earlier that most and farther than a lot but it was a step he had taken willingly if not consciously. Raising his glass to her he toasted, "Here's to us, Wench." "Yes, Milord, here's to us." The dinner was superb and they sat and talked about many things all the way from which colleges they wanted to see to what they could do for the summer vacation. It was casual banter for the most part, the easy give and take between a man and woman out on a date. Cheri was having a wonderful time. She was so proud of her son as he truly took on the mantle of manhood. He was the perfect gentleman, no lewd comments or sexual innuendoes that could have been expected from one so young, or even older for that matter. It took considerable effort and restraint to keep her hands off her new collar. It felt like a warm band of gold around her neck. It was her imagination, she knew, but it seemed to her that everyone in the restaurant saw her new necklace and knew what it meant. Even though she knew it wasn't true, just thinking about somebody else knowing about her willing submissive status thrilled her, and excited her, she had to admit, which in this dress with no panties wasn't such a good idea. A wet spot would show up readily but what could she do about it? She had been ordered not to wear panties and in fact was thrilled to be naked under the dress. It was wicked and naughty, a definite turn-on. In fact all this thinking about it was producing not only a great deal of moisture in her crotch but an itch that she was dying to have scratched. Towards the end of dinner Evan noticed his mother squirming around in her seat a bit and wondered if something was wrong. "What's the matter, Cheri? Do you need to go to the bathroom?" "No. Well, yes. I mean I'll go in a minute." "You seem a bit uncomfortable. Do you feel all right?" "The truth is," she leaned over and whispered to him, "I'm horny and I'm afraid I'll stain this dress." "Oh dear," he whispered back grinning, "is my little filly getting a bit wet down there? Maybe she needs a long hard ride by her stallion? Or maybe tied into her stall where she can't move and have someone take his time servicing her various openings." "Evan," she groaned, "I'm going to ruin this dress." "Here," he said handing her the napkin he had in his lap. "Put this between your legs and sop up some of that delicious juice. I should be angry with you. Here you are with all that delicious nectar leaking out and it's going to waste; I can't get down and lick every precious drop out of you." He looked her directly in the eyes as her spoke but he could tell his words were having the desired effect. It was obvious that his talking about eating her out didn't slow down the flow one bit. He grinned at his little play torture knowing full well that she would be well satisfied before the night was over or he would die trying! Taking his napkin she unobtrusively slipped it into her lap, under her dress and pressed up against her dripping snatch. Clamping her legs tightly together she tried to glare back at her son but failed miserably in trying to do so. "You are a very evil man, Milord," she hissed to him under her breath. "Your talking about it does nothing but make it worse." "Talking about what, love?" the look her gave her would have been the picture of pure innocence except for the decidedly devilish glint in his eyes. "You know very well what, Evan Hill!" Trying to sound like the annoyed mother she put a little oomph in her voice. Acting like he never heard her or her tone of voice, Evan gave her a shy little smile and reached out to rub the palm of his hand down her cheek, along her neck where his fingers traced the band of the choker until he lifted the cameo turning it over so he could read the inscription. "I'm sorry mother but that tone of voice just doesn't seem to work anymore. I can't imagine why. Now how about you get that sweet little ass to the bathroom if you need to because I want to do some dancing, a lot of dancing, a lot of very slow very close dancing." His hand fell away from her necklace and she could feel the heat of her flush not only on her face but also on the top of her bosom. The leak threatened to become a raging torrent as she stood up still clenching the cloth napkin firmly between her legs. While in the bathroom she was able to get herself somewhat under control. Leaving the damp and fragrant napkin on the sink she took stock and was happy to find that she hadn't yet wet her dress and if she remained standing she would probably be all right. Primping just a little, she finished and made her way back to their table. As she approached Evan stood up and offered her his arm. "I can't believe how beautiful you look tonight, Cheri. You are indeed a dream come true." Taking his arm she blushed again and walked with him towards the door. Handing the valet his ticket and a tip they waited for the return of their car. "Thank you, Milord," she whispered in his ear as she held onto his arm tightly. "Oh don't thank me yet, you saucy little wench. The night's not over by a long shot." When the car arrived he helped her into her seat and walked around to get in behind the wheel. After starting the car he turned and looked at her before pulling away. "Pull your dress up. We don't want you leaking all over it and making a mess." "You mean here? Now?" she stared back at him without comprehension. There were customers and valets running all around the cars and if she lifted her dress up someone would surely see her! "Now! Do it!" his tone of voice brooked no further discussion. Trying to look nonchalant she worked the back of her dress up behind her while still keeping the front spread over her crotch and thighs as best she could. He hadn't told her to expose herself after all, just pull the dress up. Seemingly satisfied, he looked forward and drove away. As they left the restaurant's drive and entered the main road he settled to a moderate speed and reached over to push her dress up exposing her naked pussy. Up and down her thigh his fingers roamed playing with the top of the hose and sometimes tugging lightly on her pubic hair. Cheri was beginning to get extremely excited, her legs parting naturally for his exploring hand. Soon his fingers were caressing her moist cunt lips, gently parting them to enter slightly, rubbing up and down her slit. The slick wetness was impossible to hide even if she wanted to. She could feel the leather seat under her become first damp and then actually wet with her juices and she understood why he had her lift her dress. "Ohhhh," she moaned, her head flung back against the headrest and eyes closed. "Oh God, that feels so gooood!" Never saying anything he deftly manipulated his fingers inside her, moving up and down her slit finally concentrating on the blood-engorged nub of her clit. Gently but firmly his fingers rubbed the little button and the touch caused shivers of pleasure to course through her body. It didn't take long before she was thrusting back at his fingers trying to keep him deep inside her. It didn't take long before she was writhing and screaming, her orgasm ripping through her body. As her heartbeat returned to somewhere near normal she rolled her head over to look at him. "Thank you, Evan. That was wonderful! I can't believe how you take care of me!" Looking over at him her eyes wandered down his frame and came to an abrupt rest when she saw the tented condition of his trousers. "Oh, Milord, it would seem you need a little relief yourself. Can't dance too close if that monster is between us." Not waiting for his reply her hand moved over to caress his bulge and then quickly to his zipper. Once the zipper was down she snaked her hand into his pants and after fishing around for a few seconds pulled out his very stiff cock. "Oh what a beauty," she cooed as her hand ran up and down the shaft slowly. Mesmerized by the sight she began to jack him a little quicker and more firmly. Soon she heard him groan and knew he was close. Not wanting to have him mess up his nice suit or waste his precious cum she unbuckled her seat belt and lowered her head to his lap. In one motion she sucked half of his monstrous cock into her mouth and began to suckle gently. Alternately sucking and licking him with her tongue she felt him begin to tense up as she worked her hand along the exposed portion of his shaft. "Oh God yes! That feels so good! You are the best baby, the absolute best! I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum right in your mouth!" Suddenly he exploded. His sticky salty-sweet cum bathed the inside of her mouth as she struggled to swallow it all. Glob after glob spurted from his meaty tube to be sucked down and swallowed by her hungry mouth. Finally he stopped cuming and she leisurely cleaned him off with her tongue while he softened in her mouth. When she knew he was finished she let him plop out of her mouth, tucked him back into his pants, zipped them up and patted the slight bulge remaining. Sitting upright she smiled and made sure he could see as she licked her lips with delight. "Thank you, Milord. Now that was a truly wonderful desert." "Yes," he grinned evilly, "and now it seems we have a cream-filled tart for later." "Oh, Evan!" she groaned at his pun. The nightclub really wasn't; it was a ballroom attached to a restaurant that doubled as a convention center for the town. Although it was no Studio 54 it was well know in the area for its elegant décor and good dance music. None of the new bug-stepping-on-an electric-wire type of dancing, it was the hold-your-partner-while-gliding-around-the-floor type of dancing. Cheri had been surprised when Evan told her where they were going. She had assumed it would be dinner followed by fierce and frenzied fucking, not a bad plan she thought, but dancing? Jack had never taken her dancing in all the years they had been married. Before, while they were courting, he had a few times, but never afterwards. She didn't even know if she could dance and was pretty sure Evan never had. So why dancing? Well why not? she thought. If that's what he wants then that's what he'll get. After parking the car they strolled arm in arm through the ballroom entrance. Evan paid the cover charge and in they went. A hostess met them at the door and cheerfully led them to a small table near the dance floor. Cheri ordered some wine for the both of them after Evan helped her sit down. Music from a seven-piece dance band was very much present but not overpowering. Their wine arrived quickly and after taking a few sips, Evan stood up and offered his hand to Cheri. Taking his hand she allowed him to lead her onto the floor. There were a number of other couples dancing but it was by no means crowded. Swinging her around to face him his left hand comfortably encircled her waist as his right hand held her left. Gently they began to sway with the music as they slowly moved around the floor. Gazing into each other's eyes it was as if the entire world had collapsed to just the two them. The music was background and the other dancers merely ghosts as they moved around the floor. They knew no established steps, no fancy moves, just two bodies close together moving to the music. It has been said that dancing is nothing more than vertical foreplay, a ritual mating custom whose only purpose is to ensure the continuation of the species. This may be true. The fact is there are few things more erotic than holding your partner close while moving to the sexual rhythms of a slow dance tune. They didn't dance continuously. Some of the songs were too fast for their liking. Sometimes they just wanted to watch the real dancers as they waltzed or tangoed in their intricate patterns across the floor. But dance they did, more often than not, and with each tune, each minute they were out there together they could feel the electric charge of desire building within them. As the night wore on the tension built. Cheri felt his erection grow as she pressed herself against him, trying to fit every one of her curves too him. Evan thought he could feel her shiver and shake as he drew her ever closer, practically crushing her to his chest. The feel of her body through the thin material of her dress was driving him crazy with lust. This was the most erotic thing Evan had ever done. This was a continuous taunt and tease, promises made but not yet fulfilled. He ached to feel her body without clothes, under him, taking everything he was able to give. After a couple of hours it was obvious to both of them that enough was enough: They had to get out of there and get to their hotel room, quickly! Settling the bill, they hurried out to the car and drove quickly to the hotel. Check-in was a small matter of confirming their reservation and credit card number, then off they went to the honeymoon suite. Needing very little for their overnight stay Evan carried the small suitcase up to the room. He unlocked the door and had begun to push it open when he dropped the suitcase, spun around and swept Cheri up into his arm just before carrying her into the room. "You are so romantic," she murmured her arms wrapped around his neck. He just smiled as he bent his head down to give her a kiss. Pushing him away she struggled to stand and giggled as she pointed to the bathroom door. "It's my turn to give you your birthday present. Now get in there, get undressed and don't come out until I call you." "Yes ma'am," he said giving her a mock salute. Regardless he scurried to the bathroom where he took off and hung up his suit. Next he took a piss to rid himself of the excess wine. He couldn't imagine what Cheri was up to but knew it had to be something good. It seemed like forever but really was only a few minutes before he heard her call for him to come in. Entering the bedroom his eyes were immediately drawn to the bed where Cheri was positioned on hands and knees her ass pointed straight back at him. She was completely naked except for the collar around her neck which did more to accentuate her nakedness rather than cover it. It was truly an amazing sight but he was puzzled as to the need for secrecy and surprise. Cheri's head swung around so she could look at him and she dropped from her hands to her forearms, her head almost touching the bed and her ass sticking way up in the air. "I have something to give you," she began, "something nobody has ever taken from me before. I could never give you my virginity of course; you are my son and at the very least you were there eighteen years ago, but I can give you my ass. I have never been fucked in the ass, Evan. Please take the willing gift of my asshole as your birthday present." Evan had heard of anal intercourse before and had fantasized about what it would feel like to be up Cheri's beautiful shit chute but her mouth and cunt were more than enough so he had pushed it to the back of his mind. Slowly he approached the bed staring intently at the perfect twin mounds of flesh presented to him. As he came close she reached back with her hands and spread her cheeks apart displaying perfectly the tiny brown puckered hole she was giving him. It glistened and seemed to leak a clear jelly-like substance. It must be some kind of lube, he thought, I'd better use some or it might hurt her. "Are you sure, baby?" he said, "I don't want to hurt you. We don't have to do this." "I want to try," she said, "with you. I know it may hurt at first but it's something special I can give you and, well, I'm curious as to how it feels. I've heard so many good things about it that I know with you it has to be special." "Okay, where's the lube... jelly... whatever you call it? I think I'd better use some." "Here, let me do it for you," she said. Twisting around slightly she reached toward the nightstand and picked up a tube of what must be the lubricant. Spinning on her knees she turned around facing him and lifted up. Squirting a generous glob into her palm she began coating his cock from tip to base. "Oh God, it's so big!" she shivered with anticipation. "I don't know if we can get this monster in me back there but we're sure as hell going to try!" The gel felt cool as she spread it over his pulsating member. His cock had never felt this hard or this ready before. Just the thought of her perfect little brown eye threatened to set him off but he worked like mad to control himself. Finishing her lube job Cheri spun around and again presented her ass to him for his use. Again her hands spread the creamy white cheeks. Visible were the inevitable contractions of the sphincter muscle as Cheri anticipated her final deflowering. Without further hesitation Evan moved in close until the head of his cock rested in the crack of her ass just outside her little brown hole. "Please go slow, honey," she whispered. "Just please go slow." "You tell me if it starts to hurt," he said as he slowly started to move forward applying pressure. "Why don't you push back on me? That way you can control how fast we go?" Without answering she began to slowly rock back into him while he held his steel-hard shaft pointed at her virgin opening. Back and forth she rocked increasing the force a little at a time as she thrust herself back against his impaling member. Little by little she could feel her sphincter relax and allow a larger portion of the massive invader inside. The sensation was totally different from anything she had ever felt before. She had fingers stuck up her ass before, her own in fact, and that had been pleasant but this was completely different. It felt like some great force was about to rip her apart and there was nothing she could do about it. It was exciting and totally arousing. If she hadn't wanted him in her ass so badly she would have guided him into her cunt and given him a hard fucking. Thinking about him fucking her momentarily distracted her and when that happened she relaxed just enough that the slippery head of his cock slipped in past the guardian muscle. For just a second an intense pain stabbed through Cheri causing her to lift her head and scream. "Are you okay, Mom?" Evan shouted ready to withdraw the second she told him to. Regaining her composure Cheri realized the initial jolt of pain was over and now there was nothing more than an intense feeling of pressure, like a telephone pole was jabbed up her backside. "I'm okay, baby. Let's just rest right here for a little bit. Let me get used to you." Evan didn't know how long he could wait. Right now it felt like a velvet-covered steel vise had grabbed the head of his prick and wouldn't let go. Not only that but he felt like a vacuum was sucking on him drawing him even deeper into her forbidden reaches. Testing, Cheri pushed back just slightly and felt him slide almost effortlessly into her about a quarter to a half inch. God, it feels good! she thought. If this doesn't kill me it could be wonderful! Pull until the head was just inside then push back again. Push, pull, in, out. The movement was so natural and the pleasure so intense that before she realized it his balls were slapping against her thighs as she pushed back into him. "Oh God, baby, you're all the way in me! I can't believe it! You're all in there! Oh Evan, it feels so good! Please fuck me now. Slowly, but fuck me!" As slowly and gently as he could Evan moved his hips back withdrawing until just the flared glans remained snugly in her ass. Pause, then forward until he could go no deeper. Pause, withdraw. Pause, push. Withdraw, push, withdraw, push, out then in. He tried to control himself and keep the pace slow but the pleasure and feeling he experienced led him to speed up slightly each time. Finally he was fucking her hard and fast but he didn't hear any protest from beneath him, just groans of bliss and words of encouragement. "Yes! Oh yes! That's it, baby, fuck me. Fuck me deep and hard! Oh God, I love this! You're going to rip me apart with that big motherfucker! Pound my ass baby! Pound it!" Evan had never heard his mother swear like this before and it drove him to a fever pitch. Soon his hips were smacking against her butt cheeks like a pile driver as he tried to get as deep into her as possible. Without warning his balls contracted and he began squirting deep into her ass. She felt every glob of his semen as it splashed against her colon walls triggering one of the most massive orgasms she had ever felt. Suddenly his muscles seemed to quit working altogether and he collapsed on her back driving her to the mattress pinned beneath him. They lay there for a while gasping for breath as he continued to cum inside her although it had been reduced to a dribble now instead of a gusher. Finally he rolled off and gathered her into his arms, covering her face, lips and neck with little butterfly kisses. "That was amazing, my love," he declared. "That was definitely the best birthday present I have ever had!" "Yes," she murmured as she nuzzled his neck, "that was something else. I hope you liked it enough that we can do it again, but not for a while, I'm afraid. As great as that felt, I have to admit I'm sore now." "Well I guess we'll just have to find something else to do for the rest of the night," he said giving her an evil leer. She just laughed and hugged him as tightly as she could. ------- Chapter 10: College Days Anal intercourse became one of their favorite playtime pastimes, although because of his large size she was never able to do it more than once a week. This wasn't really a problem and having it somewhat restricted even seemed to spice it up a little for them. Most of the summer was spent looking at schools, applying for admission and making the final decision. Evan's father's and grandfather's association with a fraternity turned out to be even more fortuitous than just financial. Some of the schools had closed out their enrollments by then but a word to the local alumni chapter seemed to open the door every time. It was a difficult decision but they finally settled on a medium-sized school far away from where they currently lived. The distance didn't really matter since they planned to sell the house and move to the new town for the duration. A little cleaning, a little paint, and the house was ready for market. Luckily it sold quickly and they were ready to head out for a new start in their new town. Moving away had a number of advantages. First, but not least, was the fact that neither of them could stand the thought of leaving the other; that had not even been a serious consideration. Second, in the new town they weren't known as Evan and Cheri, mother and son, they were the new freshman that lived with the foxy older chick. They could afford to be seen together and not worry if they were showing inappropriate affection towards each other. With the proceeds from the sale they were able to buy a nice four-bedroom house, larger than they needed but a steal at the price they paid. Evan figured they weren't paying any extra for the additional bedrooms and while they would sleep in one, another would be his study and another set aside for Cheri's use. The fourth would be made up for any guests they might have. Amazingly, the only problem they ran into was that of free time. For Cheri that is; Evan didn't have to worry about free time. Between classes, studying, eating and fucking he had more than he knew what to do with. Sometimes it came down to a choice between fucking and eating, well not much of a choice really: he could always grab a bite between classes or lose a few pounds. Unfortunately free time was becoming a problem for Cheri. Before she had wasted time watching crap on TV or doing busy work for her husband. Evan didn't like her watching that much TV and considered busy work a stupid waste of time so he never assigned it. There was only so much cleaning and picking up after an adult male and generally speaking he was a fairly neat example of the species. "What do you want to do?" he asked all too often. What did she want to do? It wasn't something she really had thought about much. That was what Jack and then Evan were supposed to do: tell her what she wanted to do. Except Evan didn't play that very well so he would spend hours grilling her on what she thought of this or that, her opinion of what that person did or what that group thought. He had her try new hobbies, painting, photography, decorating, even singing. She liked some of them but not enough to keep it up on a regular basis. Then one day he handed her a book and told he to read it and tell him what she liked or disliked about it. Now reading was something she had never done for pleasure. Some people did and some didn't, and she had always considered herself one of those that didn't. At first it wasn't that pleasurable. It was a novel, kind of a romance and kind of a mystery. She didn't think it was much fun but she tackled it like she did everything else he told her to do: the best she could. Without even realizing it something clicked about halfway through that first book. Suddenly the words stimulated her imagination and the visions and objects and characters swirled through her head like a great watercolor painting left out in the rain. She bubbled and giggled trying to talk fast enough to say everything she wanted to about what she read. The author was right about this, stupid about that, why did he have the woman doing this when no real woman would do it that way. Evan was fascinated by her enthusiasm. Not so much because she liked the book -- actually she didn't, really -- but because of the way she tore it apart getting to the very essence of the writing. "Why don't you try writing a review for me?" he asked. "Oh I couldn't do that," she replied. "I'm no writer and certainly don't know enough to actually review someone else's work. I mean he's a published author. Who am I to criticize what he's done?" "You are a highly intelligent woman who obviously knows what she liked and didn't like about the book. I want to see you put this down on paper and as my slave you will do as I tell you, now won't you?" "Yes, Master," she whispered. Evan very rarely came out and gave her direct orders or referred to her status as his property other than in their sex play, but when he did he meant business and she had no choice but to obey. In fact when he did get forceful it always made her horny. Even this little act of possessiveness and dominance made the juices flow and if she had been wearing any panties they would have been damp very soon. As it was she was wearing her usual short skirt, sans panties, and heeled sandals. He liked her dressing sexily even if she was just cleaning toilets for the day. "I can always buy more clothes if you ruin them," he said, "and for the chance to see you in all your glory, it's worth it." "Yes, Master," she repeated. "Anything you say, your word is my law, your wish my command." Slowly she slid out of her chair onto her knees in front of him as he sat across from her. Locking her eyes on his she reached out finding his belt buckle and zipper. Deliberately she undid both and pulled his pants down to mid thigh. Knowing what his calling her a slave did to her, he just grinned and lay back expecting to do little but enjoy the show. After pulling his pants down she tugged his briefs down allowing his prick spring up, pointing in the air like a flagpole. Obviously he had anticipated her response and was more than ready for it. Cheri greedily eyed his throbbing pole, leaned forward and quickly slurped him up like a hungry monkey going after a banana. Sucking slowly and strongly, she tasted him, letting her tongue trace the veins bulging on the underside of his cock. Delicious as he may be, this wasn't what she craved right then. Pulling her head back and letting him fall from her mouth she stood up. Reaching down she grabbed the hem of the skirt and rolled it up to her waist leaving her naked to his gaze. Like an exotic dancer she began swaying to music only she could hear while moving closer and closer. Spreading her legs outside of his she drew her cunt closer to his prick as her hands fondled his face and ran fingers through his hair. "Oh yes, Milord, my master," she cooed making her pledge sound like a tease, "I shall do whatever you command, oh mighty one." As soon as the head of his cock touched her glistening pussy lips one hand snaked down to guide him firmly into her entrance. With a sigh she sat down letting him sink straight into her like some thick stake impaling her. "Ahhhhh," she groaned as she finally came to rest in his lap his entire length deeply imbedded in her hot moist tunnel. Eyes closed, she leaned forward wrapping her arms around his neck, her lips hungrily seeking his. The kiss was deep and hard. While her tongue probed into his mouth she began to move her hips up and down his shaft, fucking herself on his rock-hard meat pole. There were small, slow, movements at first, just enough so that both of them could feel the delightful friction as they heated up. Evan's arms went around his mother's waist helping her when she moved but otherwise allowing her to control the speed of their intimate exercise. "Ohhh Evan! This feels soooo good, baby," she muttered even as she kept her lips locked on his. Gradually she increased the pace until she was sliding up and down his pole almost coming completely off him at the top of her stroke and then pushing down hard jamming him as far into her as he could go. Soon her thrusts became ragged rather than smooth, her breathing sharp and deep. She groaned and moaned into his mouth seeming to lose interest in anything except the cock filling her to capacity. "Oh God! Soooo goooood! Soooo goooood!" Her arms tightened around his neck. Breaking their kiss Cheri buried her face in his shoulder as he began thrusting back at her, matching her stroke for stroke. Evan could sense she was close to climax and he could feel he was right there with her. Trying to hold back, he resisted his own desire for release, wanting to wait until she came for his own climax. When she came he immediately felt it. Her vaginal muscles clamped down on him hard as she tried to screw herself even farther onto his prick. Her body went rigid, head back, mouth open in a soundless scream. As soon as he felt her climax he released his hold and felt the truly orgasmic upsurge of his sperm and semen as it raced out of his balls, up through his cock and into her waiting pussy. Spurt after spurt flooded her until his spunk began to leak out around his tool and drip down onto the chair. They stayed clenched together for a long time, well beyond when he stopped cuming and she stopped shaking. For a while they sat there, holding each other, gently resting against one another. After a bit their lips sought each other and they gently and tenderly kissed, lightly, lips barely touching, featherlight against each other. Dreamily she partly opened her eyes looking at him as their foreheads rested lightly against each other, smiling like a cat filled with cream. "Mmm," she purred, "I guess I have to write a review, don't I?" "Yes," he replied hugging her tightly, "but not right now. I kind of like sitting here with you, just like this." "As you wish, Master," sighing she leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder feeling very comfortable. Writing turned out to be easier than she first thought, or at least not as difficult. In fact it was kind of fun, but she wondered if what she wrote was any good. Evan wasn't what you would call a real English major and although he would grade her writing she suspected he did so with a real curve. After all, it can't hurt to be fucking your professor, can it? When she talked to Evan about it, he suggested that she audit a couple of writing courses if she was really interested and if she liked it she could register as a non-traditional student next term. "Any education can't hurt you," Evan prompted, "I think you once told me that, and I have to believe the words of a very smart woman. Give it a try anyway. If you like it, you can continue. If not you can quit; no harm, no foul." So that way their household became that of two college students instead of just one. Of course Cheri wasn't a full time student; she still had a house to take of, cooking, cleaning, laundry and of course one highly oversexed teenager to service. It was a busy time but undoubtedly one of the richest and most fulfilling she could ever remember. Looking back she couldn't understand how she ever had the time to watch TV like she did and what a waste of precious time it had been. Or what a waste her two sexless years after Jack died had been. Okay, she told herself, she couldn't really see herself seducing a fifteen-year-old but still what a waste! She was alive, busy, fucked and loved; life couldn't get any better than this, now could it? Part of the fun of being a college student is being able to immerse yourself in the culture and rhythm of a college town. Being with so many young people made her feel young herself. She enjoyed perusing the main drag with its bookstores, coffeehouses, bars and other shops catering to the student clientéle. Knowing that a college town can be somewhat more liberal than elsewhere, she was still surprised to find that there were a number of sexually-oriented stores just off the main drag. Some were just bookstores that carried paperbacks and magazines for all sexual persuasions; some were more like boutiques that specialized in various subcultures. One that fascinated her was called Chained Love and as the name implied it specialized in bondage and sadomasochism. She loved to look through the various restraints and envision Evan clamping them on or tying them up while she dangled helplessly in his grasp. There were so many toys she had no clue what they were for, although you could get a pretty good idea using your imagination. She hadn't brought Evan down there yet but she intended to, maybe for Christmas, or their anniversary. One day while looking over the merchandise she was interrupted by a soft husky voice behind her shoulder. "Can I help you with anything, my Sister?" Puzzled Cheri looked around wondering if there had been some mistake. Maybe she wasn't the one she was talking to, or maybe she had been mistaken for someone else. She turned and noticed a pair of very blue eyes looking at her from under a head of very blonde hair. Flowing down to a little below shoulder length the hair framed a heart-shaped face with full lips and a classic Nordic nose. Very pretty, Cheri thought, no not fair; gorgeous is what she is. The body supporting that head was fairly slim with flaring hips and a very well proportioned bosom. Somewhat older than the average student, she could have been twenty-five give or take a couple of years. "Ah, pardon me?" Cheri said. "I said may I help you, my Sister." The girl looked at her somewhat quizzically. Blushing Cheri said, "Oh no, I'm just looking. You have some very, mmm, interesting things here. In fact I'm not sure what a lot of them are." "Well, let me show you around and you can ask me whatever you want. We're here to teach as well as sell." "Oh I wouldn't want you to waste your time on me." "Sister, it's my job as well as my pleasure." The blonde goddess smiled and it was like turning a light on in the room. "If I may be so bold, there aren't many of us around here, so it would be nice to talk to another one." "Another of us?" Cheri asked feeling she had completely lost control of the conversation. "You know, us," she was wearing a sleeveless turtleneck and as she spoke one hand pulled down the neck to display a collar almost identical to the one Cheri was wearing. "Oh," Cheri said in surprise, her hand going to her throat and her collar, "Oh, I guess I never thought of it before. I never thought someone else would have one. Silly of me. If I have one, I suppose a lot of people do." "How long have you been collared?" the blonde girl asked peering at Cheri intently. When Cheri didn't answer immediately, she quickly continued, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry, but you don't seem to know a lot about being collared." Blushing, Cheri answered, "I guess I don't. I just got it about six months ago. I didn't know there was anything to really know about it. Other than what it means between, well between..." "Your master and yourself, you mean." "Well yes," she blushed again and looked around to see if anyone else was in the store listening. "Would you like to know more about it?" "I guess so." If nothing else Cheri was interested. Here was someone else with the same collar, identical from the short peek she got. There also seemed to be more to it than just a commitment to a master/slave relationship. Besides, there was something she liked about this girl, more than just her beauty. Cheri had never found herself attracted to another woman before but something tugged at her here. "My name is Pamela, Pam to my friends. Why don't we go somewhere for coffee? Somewhere where we can talk without distractions." Yelling back over her shoulder she said "Marcia, I'm going for my break now. You got it here?" From the back of the store they could hear a muffled, "Sure." Leading the way out the door and down the street, they came to a coffeehouse with sidewalk tables shaded under a canopy of leafy trees. Sitting, they ordered coffee and settled back to look each other over. "So you've been collared about six months, you say. If I may ask, what does the collar mean to you?" "Well, I guess I'd rather not say, to be honest." Cheri was embarrassed. This was like talking about very personnel sexual matters and here was a stranger asking! "Oh, I'm sorry again. This makes you feel uncomfortable. To tell the truth I'm so used to talking about everything with a Sister I forget that maybe you don't feel comfortable about it now. Tell you what: Why don't I start and tell you something about that little piece of jewelry you're wearing around your neck. That's a very beautiful one, by the way. Your master must be very proud of you." "Thank you. I think he loves me very much. He takes good care of me and if this is one of the best, I'm not surprised." Without meaning to Cheri was pleased to have her choker praised. "If he does, then you are extraordinarily lucky. It's not hard to find a man to be a master and it's not really hard to find a man who loves you, but it's hard to find one that can be both." "You mean your, ah, Master, doesn't love you? Oh how terrible!" Biting her lip, Pam looked down as if ashamed to meet Cheri's eyes. "Actually I don't have a master now. You see," pulling down her turtleneck again Cheri saw this time that Pam's didn't have the cameo fob dangling from the ring in the front, "without my tag, I'm not claimed." "Claimed?" Slowly, over the course of the next few hours Cheri learned a great deal about the world of the Sisters of the Collar as they referred to themselves. Much of it didn't surprise her; it was basically a subculture of submissive woman who have a real psychological need or maybe just a kinky desire to submit themselves to men. To many of them accepting the collar was tantamount to giving herself to anyone who wanted to claim them. Claims were established by tagging the Sister using any number of devices. A plain old dog tag was the most common. A Sister advertises her desire to be claimed by publicly displaying her tagless collar until some master puts forth his claim. Custom was that the collared Sister agreed to obey her master so long as she wore his tag. This relationship could end by the consent of either party: by the Master reclaiming his tag or the Sister removing it. The time flew by and before she knew it was long past time for her to be home and getting dinner ready. She needed to get going and yet she enjoyed the time she had spent with this delightfully strange person. Pam was gregarious almost to the point of being bubbly, and was almost totally unselfconscious. There didn't seem to be anything she wasn't willing to talk about from sex and bondage to the submissive spirit. For one of the first times in her life she was just enjoying being able to talk to someone who understood what she felt, what she needed but now she really had to go. "Oh my! Evan is going to kill me!" she said looking at her watch, "I need to get home and get dinner ready!" "He's not going to hurt you, is he?" Pam looked at her with concern. "You don't need to put up with being hurt, you know. If you have that problem, let me know and I'll help." "Thank you, but no. I don't think I could get Evan to hurt me even if I wanted him to," she said with a reassuring smile. "But he just might tie me up and tease me to death if he thinks I've been bad." "Some punishment!" Pam chuckled. "Too much punishment like that and you'll be bad all the time just to get in trouble." Then she sighed and got a kind of wistful look on her face, "It must be nice to have someone who won't hurt you. Too many of the masters today think that domination can only be real if the sub is in pain all the time." "Yes, I'm very lucky and I know it. Look, I really enjoyed talking with you today and I hope you don't think I'm forward or anything but I'd like to do this again. That is if you don't mind?" Cheri said as she stood up. "Mind? No, of course not. I really enjoyed this myself. You don't think your Master will mind, do you? My old one wouldn't let me talk to anyone but him. Even for a Master he was a real control freak." "Oh I don't think that will be a problem. I'll ask just to be sure, of course, but he allows me just about as much freedom as I want. In fact he's really a pretty reluctant Master if the truth be known. He gives me the control I need but no more." Shaking her head and sighing, "Sometimes I wonder if my submissiveness is too much of a pain in the ass for him, but I couldn't give him up no matter what. Well anyway I don't think it should be a problem. When would you next be free?" "How about tomorrow for lunch? The little café on the corner over there, about noon?" "Sounds great! I'll be there or I'll be tied up, one of the two!" "Evan?" "Yes babe?" Evan pushed himself away from the desk in the study they had set up for him in one of the spare bedrooms. Cheri set a Coke down on the desk for him and without asking permission sat down on his lap and wound her arms around his neck. "Am I allowed to have friends outside the house?" she asked looking into his eyes. "Of course you can, you silly thing!" he answered with a bit of a puzzled look. "You can have as many friends as you want, outside the house, inside the house, whatever!" "Of course," he said with the stern look he tried when he was punishing the bad girl, "if it's a male friend then there will have to be proper supervision. I don't know if I can trust any men around you; you're just too damn sexy!" As he said this his hand roamed over her bare legs, up over the silky jogging shorts and under her short tank top that almost covered her tits. She giggled as his hand cupped her breast and gave it a gentle squeeze. Resting her head against his neck she gave him a light kiss and then giggled again. "Well, she's certainly no man and you know very well nobody but you gets to use this body. What do you think I am? Some kind of sex maniac? Well I never... !" "Never, huh?" he said squeezing a little harder which elicited a soft moan. "Well I don't know about sex maniac but you are the sexist thing on two legs in this town. Oh damn! Look what you've done to me now and I have this stupid test tomorrow! Now all I'm going to be able to think about is you!" Cheri felt him become rock hard under her. She knew that what she wanted was a solid, hard fucking that would curl her toes, but she also knew he did need to study. Wriggling off his lap and onto the floor she opened the zipper to his shorts and gently pulled his monster from its restraint. "Well we'll just have to take care of this now so you can study. Wouldn't want you to fail a test because you couldn't study, would we?" With no hesitation she brought her greedy mouth down taking almost half of his cock in gently sucking on it while she firmly used her hand to jack the remaining portion. Within minutes his cum was blasting into her mouth as she voraciously sucked and swallowed every drop he gave her. Soon he was done and she cleaned him up and stuffed him back in his pants. "Oh God, that was great!" he moaned, "but I need to do you now." "Nope," she said giving him a light kiss on the cheek. "You study now. When you're done later tonight you can if you have time. If not, there'll be tomorrow night." Holding his face with both hands she solemnly said, "Thank you, Evan. I really liked talking to this woman and I'd like to do it again. Thank you for allowing me." "Bah," he said waving his arm. "You know you don't need my permission. Remember, no sex though. Unless, of course, I get to watch!" "Oh you'd like to watch me with another woman, huh?" she said, hands on hips, pretending to be annoyed. "Are you kidding?" he said looking up at her, "Two beautiful women fucking! That's any man's dream. Don't ask me why but just the thought of it makes me horny." "Well she's just a friend and besides you know I don't swing that way and anyway how do you know she's beautiful? She may look like Janet Reno for all you know." "Uck! Now that I didn't need to visualize. Besides this is my fantasy and if I want her to be almost a beautiful as you, then she will be. So there!" "Almost as beautiful as me? What do you mean by that, my master? Who is getting himself in trouble with his big mouth?" "I said almost, you gorgeous silly thing," laughing as he said it. "Almost because I have yet to see anyone as beautiful as you, so the next best thing would be almost. Now go away so I can study." "Well I guess I have to forgive you for that." Grabbing his face she gave him a deep kiss before rubbing her nose with his. "Thank you again, Evan. Get to work! I'll see you in a bit." "So he said it was okay to see me?" "I told you he would," Cheri sipped her iced tea before continuing. "Is that unusual? You make it sound like it is, but I know Evan, my master, pretty well. I don't think he would ever tell me no if the truth be known. Not if I really wanted something, that is." "You sound more like you're married than Dom-sub. Not that it's bad," Pam raised her hands as if to ward off an attack, "but it's a little different from what you normally find in our circle. Mostly we Sisters want someone to dominate us, humiliate us and all that, but not an emotional attachment." "Maybe it's because this desire for submission is one of my mental quirks that I need fulfilled, but it's not my whole life. Yes, I'm proud to wear his collar, even more so now that I know a little more about it. But my life is really just to serve him, just him, no other master but him. If he didn't collar me I would still be his. This sounds kind of corny but I've loved him all his life and only recently has it become more. But even if this ended, I would still love him." "Wow!" Pam blew out a breath and sat back in her seat. "That sounds... well... perfect. I wish I had someone who would take me like that. It's not something most of the Sisters talk about, maybe because most of the Masters aren't like yours. I know if mine had been like that I never would have given him his tag back. Well now I'm jealous, but the good thing is he'll let you come talk to me." "Oh more than just talk," Cheri blushed a little. "I mean I'd like you for a friend, if that's all right with you. I like talking to you and I really haven't had many friends -- real friends -- in my life. My late husband was more along the lines of what you would consider a normal Master. I was lucky if I ever got out of the house. So I guess you can say I'm really starting my life over. If it wasn't for Evan I'd probably still be stuck in front of the TV wasting my life away." "So you were married before, widowed now?" They talked about marriage. It turned out Pam had been married for a very short time to someone she called "the idiot", but divorced quickly. Soon after she discovered the life as a Sister of the Collar, she never looked back. She had had a number of masters, some she had returned tags to and some had released her. "I guess I'm not as submissive as most masters like," she said with a sigh. "I really like most of it but so many are into the pain thing and whoring." "Whoring?" "Yeah that's where they pass you around to their friends for sex just to show they can. That was okay at first but there are some really sick individuals out there. I mean I like sex -- I like it a lot -- but even I have limits!" "Well, Evan told me if you were a male I couldn't have sex with you," Cheri laughed. "But when I told him you were a girl, he just said I couldn't unless he got to watch. Men can be so strange sometimes." "Yeah, they seem to really dig the girl-girl thing. Don't get me wrong. I've done it before and I liked it, too. I guess it depends on the person more than their sex to me. I take it from your astonished look that you have never done it with another girl. I hope I haven't disgusted you. It's not like I'm going to put the moves on you now. I've been looking for a friend for a while myself and I don't know what it is, but I feel very comfortable with you so I'm sorry if I've disappointed you." "Disappointed me? Don't be silly. I have to admit it's not something I've really thought about much. When I was married, Jack would have thrashed me inside out for even thinking something like that. After he died... Well I didn't think about much to be honest and now... to tell the truth I get so much now I'm not sure I would have time or energy to fit anyone else in even if I wanted to." "Oh now you're just trying to make me jealous! One man could never satisfy any one woman. Just can't happen." "You don't know my Evan! If it weren't for his school work I think he'd wear my butt out or at least try. Not that I would complain, mind you, but since we've been together like this I can't get enough of him. It's -- oh shoot, how can I say it? -- it's been wonderful! Heaven! Perfect!" "He's a student right here at the university? And where did you find this Mr. Perfect, if I may ask?" "Why right under my nose but that's all I can tell you. But I would like you to meet each other. Maybe we can all go out to dinner?" "Sure, but how do you know I won't try to steal him from you? He sounds yummy and anyone that good would surely be a target. Now I know you're really good looking but who knows? Maybe he's really into blondes!" Pam arched her back thrusting her bosom out, flipped her hair back and batted her eyelashes like she was trying to vamp someone. "I'm sure he'll find you attractive. Goodness me! You are attractive. I don't mean anything by this but even I find you attractive." Cheri blushed when she said that. "Thank you. I find you attractive too, so there," said Pam smiling back at her. "But," Cheri continued hurriedly, "I'm very comfortable with the bond Evan and I have. It's a lot stronger than some might think. Let's just leave it at that. Even if you wanted to steal him from me I don't think you could, and that's not a dare!" They both laughed at how quickly she added the last bit. ------- Chapter 11: Dinner, Dancing, Dominating Evan had no problems with going out to dinner. In fact his midterm exams were finished and he was looking forward to getting out. The restaurant Cheri picked was reasonably upscale and required a coat and tie for him; Cheri wore the same dress she had for his birthday. She worried if maybe this would be a little too formal for Pam but she felt like dressing up a little. Okay, maybe a lot. She needn't have worried about that. They were waiting for their table when Pam strolled through the door. Her hair was pulled back severely and rolled up on the top of her head accentuating her fine Nordic features. She had on a black sleeveless dress with a high neckline, high enough to cover her collar, yet tight enough to clearly show every curve on her body. It had a zipper in front running from about her navel up to her neck, zipped up all the way to the top. The hem came to about mid thigh with her long tapered legs covered in nylons atop a pair of four-inch spike heel CFM shoes. (CFM she had explained to Evan meant Come Fuck Me.) A smile lit up her face when she saw Cheri and she rushed over. "Cheri! There you are! Oh you look gorgeous tonight! Well are you going to introduce me to this handsome man on your arm? I'm going to assume this is Evan." "Of course it is. Pam this is Master Evan, Evan this is my friend Pam. My God I'm glad I tried to dress up tonight. You look stunning! What do you think, Evan?" "I think," he said as her took her hand and bent down to kiss it, "that I will have to watch my back very carefully tonight. Every man here is going to be so jealous of me for having the two most beautiful women here with me that they might try something evil just to get me out of the way." "Oh my," Pam blushed accepting his outrageous flattery, "Cheri, you weren't kidding. He could just sweep a girl off her feet, couldn't he?" "Thank you, lovely lady. To sweep you off your feet would be an honor, I'm sure," he gave and exaggerated heavy sigh. "If only my heart weren't already lost to another..." Saying that he picked up Cheri's hand and also gave her a bow and a kiss. The maître d' arrived to show them their table. The girls and Evan followed him as they weaved their way through the tables. Pam leaned over and whispered in Cheri's ear, "He's perfect! So young, but so masterful! Where did you find him? Did you grow him yourself?" "Hmm, well, something like that. And yes, his body's young but as for the rest of him... Well he's every inch a man, let me tell you." "Oh I can believe that, oh yes indeed. And just how many inches may I ask? Six, seven, maybe eight? Am I getting warm?" "You're terrible!" Cheri giggled back at the younger woman. "And I'm not telling you! You already look like you're loaded for bear and I'm not giving you any more incentive to chase him, you Jezebel." "Oh Cheri, believe me I would never do that to a friend but if you weren't, grrrr, he is something special! I can tell that even now. Thanks for letting me meet him." When they got to their table they were seated with the women on either side of Evan. They ordered some wine to begin and soon ordered dinner. Talk jumped from topic to topic: from Evan and Cheri's classes (Pam was surprised that Evan approved of Cheri taking classes. "Why not?" he said. "She's as intelligent as she is beautiful and shouldn't be wasting her life just cleaning toilets at home."), to Pam working at a bookstore. "You didn't tell him where I work, did you?" Pam asked Cheri, accusingly. "Well I didn't think it was really relevant and..." she blushed, looked down at the table and bit her lip. "No need to be ashamed, I'm not. Evan, we met while I was working at the Chained Love. It's a little boutique that specializes in, shall we say, love with restrictions and boundaries. In fact I don't just work there, I'm also the owner. Have been for the past two years. I think you might be familiar with a few of the lines of merchandise we carry, such as this one." With that she reached up and traced a finger along Cheri's collar to the cameo. "Beautiful work, this. I can see you had it custom made. Cheri and I have been talking about these little symbols and exactly what they mean. I would assume you know a little about what they signify and the customs associated with them." "I'm afraid I probably don't know as much as I should," he said seemingly unaffected by her blatant reference to the slave collar. "To be honest the symbolism was only between us." He clasped Cheri's free hand and brought it to his mouth for a kiss. "I suppose I could have or maybe should have known there were wider meanings when I bought the necklace, but to tell the truth, I didn't care. The collar may be resting around her neck but it binds me just as much as it does her. I suppose it's a lot like a wedding ring only a little more extreme." "Yes, there is some truth to what you say." Pam looked at the boy thoughtfully. "The bond between dominant and submissive, or Master and Slave as we truly call it, isn't a one-way street. A slave needs to be controlled, needs the domination, but without the slave a Master is not a Master. Each has his or her own role to play and each is as important as the other. I like the way you look at it. In fact I wish more did; maybe there would be more long-term stable relationships out there. We don't tend to see that, I'm afraid." "You said 'we'." Evan leaned forward looking exceptionally curious. "Do you mean 'we' as in the business or 'we' as in you've had experience with this before?" "Evan! That may be too personnel! I may have to answer your embarrassing questions but Pam doesn't!" Cheri glanced at him, imploring with her eyes. "Of course she doesn't! I'm sorry Pam. Please forgive me, but I'm fascinated by this whole culture. I don't know much about it -- that's obvious -- but I'd like to learn if for no other reason than I don't want to make stupid mistakes. But you certainly don't have to answer to me or anyone." Pam laughed lightly and reached over to grab each of their hands in hers. "I don't mind talking about it, really I don't. I've never been what you call shy and this is a subject I really can get into. To answer your question: it's both. As proprietor of a shop that deals in the subject, I need to know everything I can about it. But the reason I'm in the business is that I'm also personally involved. Maybe this will explain." Reaching for her throat Pam clasped the zipper of her dress and pulled it down to where it was almost below her breasts. She then folded the dress' neckline back until her throat and a tremendous amount of cleavage was exposed. Standing out starkly on her bared neck was the dark shape of her collar. Clearly visible was the empty ring hanging down in the center. "Oh, I think I see," said Evan. "That is quite beautiful on you, your, ah, Master must be very proud of you." "That shows what you don't know." Pam reached up and flicked the empty ring with a fingernail. "I don't have a tag. That means I don't have a master now." "I'm sorry!" "Don't be. It's not your fault and besides you didn't know. Well we can talk about this a little later but right now I need to go to the little girls' room." "Oh," Cheri exclaimed, "so do I. Here, I'll go with you." Both women stood up and made their way to the restroom. It wasn't surprising that every male head in the place practically swiveled off their necks trying to follow them as they went. One in particular watched with something more than male lustfulness and fantasy. "Oh my god he's a doll, Cheri!" Pam gushed to her friend as they primped in the mirror next to each other. "He doesn't have a brother, does he?" "I think I can safely say I'm sure he doesn't have a brother." Cheri grinned. "He is something special and I'm glad you like him. He sure seems to like you. I'm wondering if I should be getting jealous or not." "Oh I think it would safe to say he's interested. I thought his eyes were going to pop out when I unzipped my top, but he was such a perfect gentleman even then. But even if I could get him interested I think that's all I would be able to do. I can tell he would never do anything to hurt you so, unless you wanted to share him, I don't think I would ever stand a chance. "You wouldn't, would you?" Pam looked at Cheri out to the corner of her eye. "I wouldn't want to what?" "Share him with me, or maybe with us. Please don't be offended and certainly don't feel badly about saying no, but I want to be honest. I find you both very attractive, very exciting. The thought of being in bed with the two of you really turns me on." "Ah, well, hmm, that's to say, I've never, ah..." Cheri was flabbergasted, unable to string together a coherent sentence. She knew she should come out and flat out say no, but that was the old Cheri talking. If she looked deep enough inside herself she had to admit the thought was very arousing. "Oh don't say anything now. Like I said, you can say no and not hurt my feelings. In fact I hope we can still be friends no matter what you decide. But if sometime you want to try it... Well, I'll be here." "I can't say what I feel right now, Pam," Cheri whispered to her. "I really like you and, well yes, I'm attracted to you also. But you know it's not up to me. For me Evan is the boss. I can ask but that doesn't mean he'll do it. I don't know what to say right now. Can we just leave it that I'll be thinking about it?" "Oh course we can!" Pam leaned over and gave Cheri a quick kiss on the lips, nothing overtly sexual but firm enough to let her know the younger woman meant business. "Now don't you think we've left our precious escort alone long enough? You'd better watch it or some little bitch will come along and try to snap him up!" Giggling Cheri said, "I think you're right!" The ladies exited the restroom and made their way slowly back to the table. Soon after they left a figure put down a phone he had been holding to his ear and followed. "Ah, my ladies have returned." Evan stood up as soon as he saw them coming back and held out a chair for Pam and after seating her, pulled out the other for Cheri. "My ears were burning while you were gone. You girls weren't talking about me, now were you?" "Oh my! You certainly have a Master's ego, that's for sure!" Pam laughed. "If you must know we were comparing the size of the cocks of our latest lovers." "Pam!" Cheri had been about to take a sip of wine and almost choked. "We were not!" "Well, then maybe we should," she said raising her eyebrows and looking at Evan expectantly. "You women!" Evan tried to sound disgusted. "All you can think about is size. Don't you know it's not how deep the cut but how the tool is used that matters?" All three of them started laughing. "You!" A deep voice resonated over Evan's shoulder. Turning around Evan saw a man standing behind them, obviously looking directly at Pam. "May I help you?" Evan inquired. "Shut up you, little shit. I'm talking to the blonde bitch!" Glancing over at Pam he saw she was biting her lip and looking almost scared. Her hand went to her throat trying vainly to cover her collar. Smoothly Evan pushed his chair out and stood up, placing himself directly between Pam and this disagreeable stranger. He was slightly taller than Evan and a little broader in the shoulders, mid-twenties with long greasy looking hair and dressed in black leather from head to toe. "Oh I don't think I'll do that. Now as you can see we are having dinner and we really wish to be left alone. So why don't you just go back to your own table and we can all get on with having a very nice evening." "I said shut up, you little fuck. I'm claiming the bitch and she's coming with me!" "Is there something I can help with, sirs?" The maître d' seemed to materialize at Evan's side. "Why I do believe there is." Without taking his eyes off the stranger he reached in his pocket and then seeming to shake the maître d's hand whispered into his ear. The maître d's eyebrows elevated slightly and with a slight smile he raised his hand and sort of flicked his wrist. "Sir," he said softly taking a step towards the interloper, "I believe it would be better if you just sat down. If not, then I'll have to ask you to leave." "I'm not going anywhere without this little slit, pipsqueak. Now get your ass moving!" "She's staying here with me." Evan said calmly. "Now please leave us alone." "Yes, I'm afraid I must now insist you leave, sir," the maître d' said, calmly inserting himself in between the two men. "And just who the hell do you think is going to make me? You? Don't make me laugh!" "Me? Oh, I don't think that will be necessary. Ralph, will you escort our guest to the door?" "Certainly, Mr. Martin." Materializing almost out of thin air was one of the largest men Evan had ever seen. Placing his hand on the stranger's[0] arm and squeezing, one could hear the leather squeal, a sure sign an immense amount of pressure was being applied. "Now if the gentleman will come with me." Mr. Leather looked at Pam with what had to be a great deal of shock and blurted, "You're choosing him over me? I can't believe it." Seeming to have regained her composure, Pam smiled thinly at him and said, "I accept his claim and submit willingly." Looking like a poleaxed steer, the intruder was hustled off by the man-mountain towards the exit. "I am truly sorry for this interruption, sir and madams. We generally don't have problems with the, ah, coarser types, but we are a public establishment, you know, and regrettably it does happen sometimes." "It's not your fault nor the establishment's. The fault is entirely that of one very rude individual. Thank you for your assistance, and please give my regards to Mr. Ralph." "Oh I will, sir, and thank you for your understanding. Please enjoy your meal and please accept a dessert on the house for your troubles." "Thank you, ah Mr. Martin? I think we will accept your kind offer." After they sat down Pam turned to them and almost crying said, "I'm so sorry, this is all my fault. I should have never exposed my collar in public. It's just I didn't expect anyone to be here that would do such a thing!" "Of course it's not your fault! Don't be silly. It's just some asshole, maybe drunk, who created a scene." "No, really it is my fault! You see by showing my collar without a tag it's like I asked for him to come over and claim me. I just didn't think about it since I was here with you two." "So not having a tag is the problem?" "Yes." "Here," Evan worked at the cuff of his shirt and pulled off one of his cufflinks. It was a beautiful gold oval with as embossed 'E' in the middle. "This should hang on you ring fairly easily and now you can be tagged and hopefully prevent this nonsense from happening again. I suppose you could just cover it up again but it is so beautiful on you and the dress flatters you so much more when it's open. Here, will you allow me?" Looking over a Cheri, Pam said, "He doesn't know what he's doing, does he?" "I don't think so," she replied. "Then I can't accept." Looking directly into her eyes Cheri nodded and said, "Yes, you can." "You're sure?" Pam said breathlessly. "Yes." Looking up at Evan as he partially held his hand out with the cufflink she slowly and distinctly said, "I accept your claim and willingly submit." Then nodding to him she hooked the cufflink to her ring and let it dangle there. "Actually that looks very nice if I do say so myself. It's much better on you than on me, that's for sure." "Yes, Evan, I'm sure it does." Suddenly it was as if a completely different woman was sitting at the table with them. Where Pam was once brash and brassy full of laughter a veritable good ol' girl out for a good time, now sat a real woman, refined and demure. Wondering if he had done something wrong, he kept looking at her trying to see what could have caused the change and maybe get a hint at what he could do to help her enjoy herself again. But it was obvious she wasn't unhappy, not at all. In fact she practically radiated contentment; you could almost hear the purr rumbling from her chest. Puzzled, but smart enough to know not to fix something that ain't broke, Evan let it alone, deciding he needed to have a long talk with Cheri later on. It was obvious there was a lot he didn't understand. The rest of the dinner went without a hitch and at the end the three of them were loath to end the evening. Evan suggested they go dancing at the local nightclub. It was one that catered to the older, graduate-student-type crowd so the girls wouldn't feel like they were chaperones at the local high school dance. They were massively overdressed for the joint, but that was part of the fun. In the sea of jeans and flannel shirts they -- especially the girls -- stood out like roses in a brier patch. Evan felt like Dan Akroyd in the movie, Dr. Detroit, walking into the players' ball with a gorgeous woman hanging on each arm. Both sleek in their black dresses, high heels and matching collars, they were definitely any man's dream. The darker more mature beauty offset by the starker pale splendor of the younger. A set so unalike and yet matched perfectly. They danced for hours. First all three together, then Evan with Cheri and then Evan with Pam. When he needed a rest, the girls danced together in what could only be called a mating dance restricted to only the perfect pair. While Evan could dance the modern steps, he had to admit he enjoyed the slow dances most of all. Holding his mother close, feeling her body crushed into him not only aroused him sexually but also emotionally. He was getting used to the dance steps and found great pleasure in being able to lead her around the floor as if he actually knew what he was doing. Right there he decided they needed to take lessons. If this was fun, just think what it would be like if they really knew what they were doing. Dancing with Pam was different. He knew she excited him but she was a very beautiful woman and if she didn't excite him, he would have to wonder about himself. Her body felt different than Cheri's; it fit differently. Not better, not worse, just differently. He knew he liked her and wondered if he was cheating on his mother in his heart by thinking some of the things he was. He couldn't help himself but he wondered what she would look like naked, her hair splayed out over a pillow, her legs parted and knees slightly bent ready to receive him. Would his mother hate him for what he was thinking? One thing he knew: He could never act on these feelings. The thought of hurting Cheri that way would instantly soften any erection he could support. Knowing this, he allowed his imagination to run wild. After all, a fantasy couldn't hurt if it was kept under control. What these fantasies did do was keep him rock hard most of the night. Once while dancing with Pam she brushed up against him and with a cat-eating-the-canary grin looked up at him while crushing herself even closer to him. "Mmm," she murmured dropping her head to his shoulder, "is that a baseball bat in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?" "Well, ah, I guess I can say I don't carry a bat around with me." He blushed a little but didn't try to push her away. "If that's half as impressive as it feels, I can see why Cheri is one happy woman." Snuggling in even closer she rubbed her breasts into his chest and her mound along his hard on. "Pam, I have to tell you even though I'm attracted to you, obviously, I wouldn't do anything to hurt Cheri, ever. I don't want to lead you on or anything. I couldn't do that to you." "You are so sweet!" She looked up at him. "I know you wouldn't and I wouldn't want you to, but what if Cheri wants to?" "Ah, what do you mean?" he stammered. "What if she wanted us to get together, you, me, all three, or maybe she and I? What would you say to that? Would it gross you out? Make you angry? I'm not saying she does; I'm just asking what if she did?" "Ah, well I don't know. Let me think: two of the most beautiful women in the world in bed at the same time... Oh, how horrible! The shame, the sin! Don't be silly! I try to do the right thing most of the time but I'm only human after all! If I thought that was what she really wanted, of course I'd say yes!" "You are some special kind of master you know," she sighed as she laid her head back down on his shoulder. "Most would tell us what they wanted and screw what we wanted. And that's part of the game after all but for a master to really consider his slave's feelings and desires... Well that's just special, believe me." "I guess I'm not a very good master," he said. "I don't really get off on the power, you know. Mostly I do it because Cheri needs and wants it. I can't think of her as anything but my partner even if our roles are a bit different." "You know I belong to you now, don't you?" she looked up at him smiling just a little. "What? I didn't mean to, honest! I didn't mean to do anything to you." "You don't want to own me? Do you want me to go away?" "No, of course not," he said nervously. "It's just like I said: I could never do anything that would hurt Cheri. So I mean I couldn't give you, you know, what you might need." "So you don't release me?" "Not unless you want to be released." "Good! Then why don't we just keep things like they are now. My needs can wait for now. I feel good with you and if it's all right with both of you, I'll just hang around and see what happens." The music stopped and they walked back to their table where Cheri was fending off the latest in a long line of would-be Don Juans. Grinning at Cheri, Pam pulled her close and shouted to be heard above the music and noise. "He knows what he did now. He's afraid of it hurting you but if you're all right with it, he won't release me now." Cheri smiled, squeezed her hand and nodded her head, yes. "Good. Then we'll leave it as is, but I'll tell you what: I've had a long day and with all this dancing in heels my feet are killing me. Would it be all right if I went home?" Both of them looked over at Evan who quickly got up and stretched. "I'm beat, too. I think it's best if we all go home. I don't know how much sleep I'll be able to get after tonight, but we should at least try. Pam's apartment was a small walkup over her store. The three of them walked up to her door and she turned to Cheri. "Do you mind?" she asked. "Go ahead. Knock yourself out," was the reply. Standing on her tiptoes Pam wrapped her arms around Evan's neck and closing her eyes pressed her lips to his while his arms enveloped and pulled her close to him. After what seemed like a very long time to Cheri, causing her to have just a little twinge -- just a little, mind you -- of the green-eyed monster, they broke apart and separated with a good deal of heavy breathing. Still looking at Evan, Pam grinned and said, "Do you mind?" Grinning back he replied, "As the lady said, knock yourself out." Turning back to Cheri, eyes half closed, lips open and waiting, she wrapped her arms around Cheri's neck and brought their lips together. Never having been really kissed by another woman before, the experience propelled Cheri somewhere she had never been before. The lips pressed against hers were soft, so very soft, and moist. The tongue lightly exploring her mouth tasted completely different: sweeter, more delicate. The body she held close to hers didn't have the hard male ruggedness she was familiar with but molded itself to her every curve until they were almost one body. Without being overtly sexual it was one of the most sensual experiences she had ever had. As they broke apart it seemed like both were having trouble regaining their breath. "Oh my," whispered Pam her eyes big and round as saucers, "I don't think I have ever been kissed like that before, by either one of you!" She turned around as if in a daze and walked somewhat unsteadily inside. Turning to leave, Evan captured Cheri's arm in his as he walked her to their car. "I do believe you have bedazzled the poor girl, Wench," he murmured. "Not surprising. Your kisses have always been magic to me too." Lying intertwined, his cock still hard in her leaking cunt, Evan and Cheri talked about their newfound friend in between post-coital kisses, nips and licks. "I like her," he said responding to her question. "I don't know what it is. It's strange, but I don't feel like she is replacing you in my life at all. I know that's weird but that's how it feels. I don't know what you think about all of this but I have to tell you now I can't make any decisions regarding this." "Why not, baby? Too involved already?" With many couples a leading question like that would be considered the killer: no good answer, kind of like, "Do these jeans make me look fat?" But since honesty seemed to be working so well, both were comfortable in asking and answering these kinds of questions. "Involved? No I wouldn't say that. You're probably more involved than I am. Not planning to leave me for a new lesbian lover are you?" "Oh you're such a tease!" she giggled and punched him lightly on the arm. "As if I could live without this beautiful hunk of meat you carry around." Getting a little more serious she went on, "I know what you mean by it feeling a bit weird. Here we've been together for what, four, maybe five months like this, barely enough time to even get to know each other, as a man and woman that is. And now here comes someone new, someone neither of us knows but it would seem that both of us are certainly attracted to. "You would think it should frighten us, you know. Will she break us apart? I've tried to be honest with myself, tried to look inside and see if I'm feeling any of this but I just can't find it. Pam doesn't scare me. Maybe I'm just stupid but I don't see anybody coming between us. I know I'm yours completely and I know in my heart that won't change. Maybe I'm too complacent and, well, conceited, but I don't see you leaving me either." "I don't think you're conceited, just realistic. You're right: nothing could tear me away from you, nothing. I love you, not as my mom although there is that, but as my woman." "Did you know what you were doing when you tagged Pam tonight?" Cherie said, changing the subject slightly. "Did you see how happy she was after you did? She almost glowed." "No, I didn't until afterwards." He hesitated for a moment before adding, "I'm not sure I would have done it if I'd have known. I'm beginning to realize just what it means to, ah..." "Slaves, honey. That's what we call ourselves, or Sisters of the Collar. Pam's been teaching me something of what it all means. I can't say the whole slave culture means all that much to me. There's only one Master in my life and that's you but I understand their need -- her need. "I know it's kind of strange to you and maybe we are a little sick in that respect but I've come to accept what I am and I'm sure other women, Pam included, have come to grips with what they are also. I can really understand what actually belonging to someone means to her and what it's like not having someone." "I'm trying to understand, I really am and I don't think you're sick. Nothing that feels this good, this right, could be sick. But the big question is sex. Do we have sex with her? Do you want to have sex with her?" "Hmm, I think I do. I don't know what it is. I've never been attracted to women before in that way but tonight... when I was dancing with her and when I watched you dancing with her, I have to admit I was really turned on. What about you? Whoa!" As she was talking his cock, that had been going semi-soft suddenly perked up and became rock hard again. "I would have to say that's a big yes! A very big yes! So does my stallion want another filly added to his stable?" She could almost feel the heat coming off his face as he blushed in the dark. "I'll tell you what: The thought of you two in bed together, with or without me... Oh yeah, I have to admit if that's not a dream come true then I don't think I could call myself a man. You two are the hottest pair I have ever seen and I know it's not just me. I think you two gave blue balls to every man in the restaurant and the club tonight! Wow! What a show!" As he talked he started thrusting into her. Finally he rolled her over onto her back and settled in between her legs as he began the deep slow thrusts he suddenly desperately needed. "Oh yes, my stallion, fuck me now! Fuck me hard! I need you in me; I need you to cum in me!" Reaching down she grabbed his ass and began pulling him into her as his hips drove him deep into her cunt. "Breed me, my stallion! Take your mare and ride me hard! Oh God, it feels so good!" His thrusts became a hard quick pounding as he neared his climax, driving brutally into her as deep as he could go. Without warning he drove forward and held himself deep inside her as his cum splashed against her cervix saturating her already overfilled cunt. Feeling his ejaculation triggered Cheri's orgasm. Wave upon wave of intense pleasure radiated from her completely-filled pussy, and reverberated throughout her whole body making her feel like she was riding a roller coaster. Later, lying together again, this time far too exhausted to even contemplate any further exercise, they talked a little again just before falling asleep. "I think we need to sit down and really talk to Pam, and soon," he murmured almost unconscious. "I'll call her and ask her over for dinner tomorrow if that's all right with you," she whispered back." Not hearing a reply she looked over at him and saw he was already fast asleep. Smiling she kissed his forehead, settled her head on his shoulder and soon followed him in sleep. ------- Chapter 12: Three's Company The doorbell rang and Cheri hurried to answer it. Standing in the open doorway was one obviously nervous young woman. The makeup from the night before had been removed and replaced with just a hint of rouge, eyeliner and lipstick. Her hair was undone and falling to her shoulders. She wore a short but not extremely short skirt, sandals and a short-sleeved blouse buttoned almost all the way up to her neck. A scarf under the blouses' collar covered her choker completely. "Oh it's good to see you, Pam. Thanks for coming. You look wonderful tonight! Please come on in." Cheri smiled at the change in her normally extremely extroverted young friend. "I wasn't sure if I'd ever hear from you again," Pam stammered as she entered the hallway. Not giving her a chance to refuse, Cheri stepped up to her friend, grabbed her in a big hug and kissed her hard on the lips. Pam's eyes got very wide but suddenly she relaxed and began to return the kiss with all the warmth and ardor she could muster. "Hey, is this a private party or can anybody join?" Evan walked into the hall still wearing an apron and carrying a wooden stirring spoon. Breaking apart, the two women started like two teenagers caught kissing by someone's dad. Realizing what they had done, they both started giggling. Suddenly much more apprehensive, Pam let go of Cheri and slowly walked over to Evan. "Master?" she said very softly. "Am I?" he replied with just a hint of a smile. "Yes, you are," she said with the nervous smile being replaced by a much more natural one. "Well," reaching up with his free hand he caressed the scarf around her neck. "I wasn't sure since I didn't see my token. I thought maybe you didn't want it and had taken it off." "Oh no, Master!" again her eyes got big and round this time from fear and not surprise. Oh my God! she thought. He'll think I'm ashamed to be seen wearing his tag! "Oh no!" She dropped to her knees wondering if she should prostrate herself completely before him. "I didn't know if you still claimed me! I didn't want to show your claim if you didn't want me!" Tears began to well up in her eyes while she wondered how she could have screwed this up so badly. Positive he was going to send her away, she tried to stifle a sob. Last night she had hardly been able to sleep because of the euphoric feeling that had gripped her. This morning came the fear. The fear of being rejected, of having to keep looking for her true Master through the sea of wretched filth that seemed to pervade the Dom-sub culture. She had been too long without her man, fighting to stay independent until she could find the one perfect or at least reasonable one. Finally she thought she had found him and with him a soul sister that she was sure she could love more than she loved herself. And now one stupid mistake had thrown it all away! "Pam?" Evan's soft voice filtered through the rush of the noise of her impending doom. "Pam, please look at me." Afraid to lift her head thinking it would be the last time she would be allowed to look at him, she reluctantly did as she was ordered. The face she saw didn't look like one that was about to crush her heart like so many others had. In fact it looked concerned, maybe even frightened. "Pam, what's the matter? All I wanted to ask you was if you wanted to wear my tag. Do you?" When it finally penetrated what he was asking, her sudden relief almost caused her to hyperventilate and pass out. "Oh yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Please, may I? I will be yours forever. I'll be good and never cause you any problems! I promise!" "I doubt that very much, but then I won't even attempt to promise that I won't cause you problems in the future, so let's just leave it that I claim you and you accept my claim. Now get up off your knees! As your master don't I rate even a little kiss hello?" Jumping up she grabbed him like she would never let him go and crushed her lips to his. After a few very intense minutes he gently pushed her away and shooed her towards Cheri. "Whoa!" he said. "Now that's what I call a hello kiss! Better scoot along and watch out or I'll get spaghetti sauce all over you. Cheri, why don't you take Pam into the living room and get her a drink. Dinner will be done here in a few minutes. Is the table set yet?" "Of course it is, dear. Give us a yell when it's done or you need some help." Cheri then turned toward Pam. "Now you come with me and we'll get you something to drink. What would you like? Beer? Wine? Hard stuff?" "Ah, a little wine might be nice," she was reeling from the emotional roller coaster she had been on. "Ah, Master, I mean Evan is cooking dinner?" "Sure is. He's actually a pretty good cook but I only let him for special occasions. And by the way you can call him anything you want. If Master makes you happy then that's fine with him. Otherwise just call him Evan." "Most of the doms I know insist on being called Master... part of the power trip you know. It never occurred to me that it mattered what I wanted to call him." "Yes, well you are going to have to learn that we do things a bit differently. Is white okay?" Pam nodded her head and accepted the glass as Cheri continued. "To tell the truth, Evan isn't into the power trip thing very much, just enough to keep me happy but nothing more. And yes I do like him to be a little firm now and then, no pain or very little anyway, but I do like him to take control now and then. Here, have a seat." They sat down next to each other in a comfortable but not overcrowded loveseat. "Oh by the way since he did mention it you might want to take off your scarf and let your collar be visible, but do as you choose." It wasn't seconds after Cheri started talking that Pam was franticly tearing at the scarf and unbuttoning her blouse proudly displaying her new owner's tag. "That's partly why we wanted to bring you over here tonight. First off, we are both absolutely smitten with you but I think that's obvious." "I'm, mmm, more than just a little smitten with you two," Pam interjected. "Thank you, honey. Maybe smitten is too light a term but I didn't want to scare you off right away. You see the other part is the Dom-sub routine. I am submissive, as submissive as they come and I have given myself to Evan heart, body and soul. But you see Evan isn't your traditional dominant. He doesn't want to micro-manage my life or anyone's. He doesn't mind making the decisions and Being in Charge but he doesn't belittle anyone for fun. He doesn't like to cause pain and when it really comes down to it, he's not going to make you do something you didn't really want to do anyway. The question for you is, is that enough? If you want someone to really beat you down, rough you up and totally oppress you, then I'm afraid we're not for you." Settling back in her seat Pam tried to look thoughtful but inside she was bubbling. "I think I could probably stand it," she said. "You don't have to answer now, baby. And by the way, if you say it's not what you need or want, then we hope we can still be friends. I mean real friends. I mean friends like I hope those kisses inferred. But if not that, then at least friends. I've needed someone I can talk to -- you know girl talk -- for forever, and Evan really likes you." "I already know what my answer is." Pam's voice seemed to get hoarse and it was becoming a real problem getting the words out. Even her eyes seemed to be having trouble focusing; her tears were getting in the way. "Good," Cheri whispered as she took her hand, "but let's wait for Evan to formally ask. It lets him think he's in charge." They giggled as their foreheads came together and they lightly rubbed noses. "Dinner is served!" they heard bellowed from the other room. "Well that was quite delicious if I do say so myself, and I do," Evan pushed back from the table and patted his stomach. "It was wonderful!" gushed Pam. "It was excellent, Evan. You outdid yourself this time," Cheri smiled. "Good, I'm glad you liked it. Now I'd better get this cleaned up." At that the two women looked at each other and simultaneously pushed their chairs back and stood up. "You sit down," said Pam. "Better yet, go into the living room and watch TV. That ought to keep you out of our hair for a while," Cheri added. "I could let you get away with cooking for a special occasion but cleaning up? Not a chance!" Pam said directly after. "Two collared women and he thinks he's going to do the cleaning. Boy, does he have a lot to learn!" "Kick us right out of the union they will if it's found out," Cheri continued. "Okay, okay! I get the message! Well if you want to do it that badly, I'm certainly not going to stop you! Have at it!" Putting his hands up in mock surrender he retreated hastily to the living room and the TV. In a surprisingly short amount of time the girls were done and came back into the room. When he saw them he quickly turned off the TV and turned to them expectantly. Trying to keep a somber façade, Cheri drew the nervous Pam in front of Evan. "Slave Pamela would beg permission to speak to the Master." "Speak, Slave Pamela." Evan also tried to keep a serious expression. "But before you do may I say how lovely your collar looks this evening? It is indeed a thing of beauty on a person of beauty." "Thank you, Master," she said blushing a little. Then she slowly got down on her knees before him and held her crossed hands out in front of her reaching toward him. "Master, I ask that you claim me." Not knowing what exactly what to do Evan looked around beseechingly for Cheri but she had already moved to his side and whispered in his ear, "Say 'I claim you for my own.'" "I claim you for my own." "Master I accept your claim and now I am yours." ("Slave, wear this token that all others shall know you to be mine.") "Slave wear this token that all others shall know you to be mine." "Master, this token shall I wear that all shall know I am yours." With that she rose up and both Cheri and Evan could see she had tears running down her cheeks. Evan sprang up and enfolded her in his arms hugging her tightly to him. He nuzzled his face down in her hair and neck making little shushing sounds of comfort. Cheri was on her other side holding both of them. Soon the three of them found themselves on the couch. Evan couldn't say who was where except he knew he was on the bottom of two very soft and wriggling females. There was kissing, touching, caressing and even blatant groping going on but whose hands or lips were doing what was a little difficult to follow, if anyone were to care. At some point he noticed that Pam's skirt was up around her waist and her blouse was either undone or missing most of it's buttons, Cheri's dress had been unzipped in back and was hanging half off her front while the hem was somewhere up around her waist and her bright pink pussy lips were quite visible and obviously very wet. "Why don't we go upstairs where it's a little more comfortable," Cheri said. The look he gave her was definitely an "Are you sure?" look. While he couldn't deny that Pam was an exciting handful, there was no way he wanted to jeopardize what he had with Cheri for just a piece of ass! Not when she gave him everything he wanted as far as sex goes and love, comfort and companionship besides. Cheri could tell exactly what he was thinking and her heart nearly burst knowing he would willingly give up a chance at a piece of new ass if it bothered her. She didn't know why but what they were doing with Pam seemed to feel right. For some reason they meshed, the three of them, and it didn't worry her that her lover might have his cock in someone else's cunt very soon. She knew they belonged together and nothing could change that, nothing. Smiling Cheri nodded her head yes and stood up and held her hand out to Pam, helping her out of Evan's lap and to her feet. Evan jumped up and the three of them slowly made their way to the bedroom shedding clothing as they went.Entering the room Cheri dropped Pam's hand and strolled over to the big bed. Slipping out of her remaining clothes she lay down on her side, legs demurely crossed, one arm propping up her head the other casually draped across her breasts. Evan, now down to his shorts, walked over and lay down so that their heads came together in the center. Pam stood looking at the two as they smiled at her. Seeing the two together was making her really hot, but then something clicked. "You're brother and sister, aren't you!?" she gasped. "Oh my God, I can see it now! I don't know how I missed it before. I guess I just wasn't looking, but there, together, it's plain as can be!" Looking quickly at each other the smiles disappeared and both Cheri and Evan turned back to Pam. "No, we aren't brother and sister," said Evan. "Would it make any difference if we were?" "Oh no, Master!" Pam said as she made her way to the bed where she knelt down on the floor beside them. "No, not at all! In fact it is so, so, hot!" Again looking over to Cheri, Evan sighed and turned back. "Pam, we're not brother and sister like I said, but we are related." "What? Aunt? Cousin?" "No. Pam, Cheri is my mother." "Oh, my, God! Your mother is your slave and you've been fucking her?" Evan nodded his head, yes. "Pam," Cheri said tentatively. "We understand if this changes things for you, but we would really appreciate it if you wouldn't tell anyone. We are both adults, but you understand how this would seem to others." "Tell? Tell on my Master?" Pam practically squealed. "Oh God, no! Oh this is so hot! My Master has dominated his own mother! Christ this makes me hot! I'm so horny I'm dripping. Please Master! Please take me now. Fuck me, oh please fuck me!" Once again Evan looked over at Cheri, raising his eyebrows in a look that meant 'This is your last chance to say no." Grinning, Cheri replied to his unspoken question in a whisper loud enough for everyone to hear. "Milord, your new wench needs to be serviced. T'is cruel to make her grovel and beg." "Aye," he grinned back at her. "T'is time she felt the rod of discipline, isn't it?" Jumping up off the bed he reached down and hauled Pam up to her feet. "Slave Pam, are you ready to submit to your master and provide for his needs as is your duty?" he growled at her. "Yes, Master," she replied breathlessly bending her head back to look him in the eyes as he held her tightly. "I am ready to serve you in any manner you require." "Good, then you won't need these." Reaching up to the flimsy bra she was wearing he grabbed the fabric between her breasts and pulled until the snaps in back gave and the broken garment could be pulled off and thrown to the floor. Pam gasped slightly as the straps dug into her back but said nothing as she shook and moaned. After dealing with the bra Evan reached down and almost casually ripped her thong off, letting it fall on top of the discarded bra. Evan was pleased to note that Pam shaved all her pubic hair, leaving a wonderfully smooth, and very wet, pussy. "On the bed, Wench," he said pushing her slightly toward his intended place of debauchery. "On your back and prepare yourself for me. Slave Cheri!" "Yes, Milord?" Cheri jumped up from the bed as Pam climbed on, rolled to her back and spread her legs. She looked up at him visibly shaking with anticipation. "Prepare me for my pleasure! Pay particular attention that the Masterful member is well lubricated. The new slave may be dry and we don't want me to get friction burns." Cheri almost laughed aloud. Not only was Pam not dry, she was soaking the bed linens as she waited semi-patiently on the bed. Dropping to her knees she slowly pulled his shorts down to his ankles where he stepped out allowing her to toss them onto the small pile of Pam's discards. When she had pulled it down over his cock it sprang to attention nearly hitting her in the eye. Turning her head she made sure Pam could see his meaty cudgel and when she saw her eyes widen at his size, Cheri winked and licked her lips. As soon as the underwear was disposed of she opened her mouth and began slobbering over as much of his dick as she could. When his cock was nice and wet she stood up and guided him over to the bed where a near frantic Pam was shaking and gasping for breath, her eyes glued to his penis as they approached. Slowly he climbed onto the bed and knee walked between her legs stopping when his bobbing cock came near her stretched open cunt. He placed both hands on either side of her head and looked straight into her eyes. "Do you give yourself to me, Slave Pam? To be mine completely and without reservation, to be my property to do with as I please?" "Yes, Master," she whispered. "I am yours to do with as you please. I accept your claim and willingly submit." "Very well, hands above your head." When she did that Evan grabbed her wrists and held them immobile. "Slave Cheri, guide me into my new slave." Cheri was mentally on autopilot. Not only was she watching her son/lover mount another woman but she was reaching to help. Firmly she grasped his cock and directed it to Pam's waiting pussy. Rubbing it up and down the slit few times she pulled him until his cockhead was lined up and in place between her glistening lips. By releasing him she let him know he was ready. Amazing to her was the fact that she felt absolutely no jealousy at all. Somehow she knew that no matter how much pussy he got from Pam, she would always be his number one. He would always come home to mama. "You are now mine!" Evan shouted as he thrust forward implanting his full length in Pam's sopping wet cunt in one stroke. Screaming, Pam began to jerk and wiggle under him. Her eyes rolled up in her head and her hands were like claws trying desperately to grab him as she wrestled against his restraining hands. Evan held on, keeping her fully impaled even as her legs came up and wrapped around his waist squeezing him as hard as she could. Evan waited until Pam's eyes opened and her breathing slowed somewhat. She looked up at him in total devotion and started humping her pelvis up at him, trying to drive him even deeper then he already was. "Ohgodohgodohgod..." she muttered as he began to match her humping with long deep strokes of his own. "Oh yes, fuck me, Master! Fuck me hard! Use me, you beautiful man! Ahhh God I'm cuming again!" "That's right, my bitch! I'm going to fuck you! I'm going to fuck your pussy! I'm going to fuck your mouth! I'm even going to fuck your ass. And when I'm done I'm going to fuck my baby into your belly! You want that bitch? You want my baby in your belly?" "Oh God, yes!" she wailed. "Fuck your baby into me! Breed me! Make me your breeder bitch! Ahhhhh God, I'm cuming again!" As Pam clamped down on his cock with her third orgasm Evan felt his balls suddenly let go and he began spewing wad after wad of cum into her foaming pussy, his cock smacking up against her cervix on each stroke. Suddenly Evan felt his strength leave his body and he collapsed on top of the writhing woman. Releasing her hands, she immediately grabbed him and pulled him down to her as tightly as she could, scissoring her legs around his allowing him no room for movement and damn little for breathing! Stunned by the forcefulness, the violence, of the mating, Cheri climbed onto the bed and laid down by the lovers(?) side. After what seemed like forever but was probably only a few minutes Pam loosened her grip and Evan rolled off to lie next to her. When her breathing returned to something approximating normal, Pam turned toward Cheri her eyes glassy but her lips smiling. "Oh, my, God. Cheri, that was the best fuck I have ever had! He took me like a Master needs to take his slave. What a man! Oh God, I'm going to be sore for a week!" Looking over at Cheri she smiled and brought her hand up to caress Cheri's cheek. "Thank you for sharing your wonderful man with me. I promise I am both of yours forever." Cheri moved her head and gently kissed the palm of the hand. For the next few minutes the three of them lay there caressing and cooing, nibbling on each other's ears, lips and necks. Finally when everyone was breathing reasonably normally Evan propped his head up on his arm and looked over at the two women. "Slave Pam," he said if his gruffest voice. "You have left quite a mess on your master; it is your duty to clean me after I have taken my pleasure. With your tongue of course." "Of course, Master," she replied grinning. Scooting around she dropped her face into his lap and began lick his semi-flaccid cock. "Slave Cheri!" Cheri had been watching, fascinated by Pam's long pink tongue as it worked over her son's rapidly growing member. "Er, yes Master?" She tore her eyes away form the highly stimulating scene and looked up into his eyes. "Slave Cheri, Slave Pam has been soiled by my pleasure. I want you to clean her up, using your tongue." There was an almost evil glint in his eyes as he said it. Her heart almost stopped. She had never done anything like this before. It had never even entered her mind to make love with another woman, let alone go down on her. She shivered and looked at him, almost pleading, but he wasn't grinning anymore. He looked her straight in the eye, his faced hardened. It was a test. Did he really have control over her? Would she really do what he told her, whatever it was? Slowly, eyes still locked together, she moved down Pam's body until her head was even with the women's crotch. Pam had rolled to her side facing Evan his erect cock now fully enclosed by her mouth as she gently suckled on him. Cheri pushed the younger woman over causing her to arch her back to keep her master's cock in her mouth. Still looking at her son Cheri gently pushed Pam's legs apart exposing the glistening slit. Looking down quickly she saw the cunt lips spread slightly as a small amount of white creamy semen began to seep out. Bringing her eyes back to her son's she forced her tongue out of her mouth and down to Pam's fragrant sex until the tip lightly brushed the delicate lips. A slight smile teased the edges of Evan's lips as he watched her. Determinedly she began vigorously lapping at the combined juices as they flowed from the bald pussy next to her face. She could taste the familiar flavor of Evan's semen but now it was enhanced by a strange exotic muskiness. It was intoxicating! She heard Pam moan, the sound muffled by the cock still stuffed in her mouth, but Cheri wasn't interested in pleasing the woman right now; now she was only interested in gobbling up as much of this wonderful mixture as she could. Finally she could find no more of Evan's spunk and she began to lightly lick and nibble the coral colored petals. Moving up slightly she began to nibble and lick on her friend's clit as Pam writhed and shook beneath her. Pam moaned and rolled over on her back completely, spreading her legs as far apart as she could. As she did Evan's cock slipped from her mouth, her master now completely forgotten by his neglectful slave! Cheri was now on her hands and knees her mouth locked on Pam's delightful little pleasure nub. So engrossed in her task now she didn't notice Evan get up and move behind her until she felt the head of his cock pressing against her cunt, the head parting its lips and entering in a slow but determined manner. She groaned and pushed back against him until his stomach was flat up against her ass and the cock head bumping against her cervix. Slowly and deeply Evan began to fuck her making sure he hit bottom on every stroke. Once he had developed a good rhythm he began to talk to her. "You like to eat pussy, don't you, Mommy?" he started, giving her a light smack on her butt cheek as he did. Not too hard but just enough to make it sting for just a second. "That's right; Slave Cheri loves to eat pussy while she gets fucked from behind." Smack! Cheri shivered, the muscles in her cunt squeezing down on his dick with every hit. "Don't worry, Mommy, you're going to be eating my cum out of her pussy a lot now, and she'll be eating it out of yours!" Smack! Cheri could feel her orgasm starting, she tried to delay it awhile but the combination of his words, his cock and his hand were driving her right to the very edge. "Did you hear Slave Pam, my little fuck toy?" he continued. "She wants me to fuck a baby into her belly, and I'm going to do that but first I'm going to fuck a baby into your belly. What do you think of that, Slave Cheri?" When she heard him say that Cheri's orgasm hit her like a runaway locomotive. She started screaming directly into Pam's cunt triggering her orgasm and clenched down on Evan's cock so tightly he could do nothing but blow his wad deep inside her. When the rigor of her muscles finally loosened she toppled forward her head sliding up onto Pam's belly pulling Evan with her until he was able to catch himself with his arms just in time to preventing himself from squashing both of the women. Smoothly he rolled off to the side and spent the next few minutes caressing and cooing little words of love to his women as he ran his hand up and down Cheri's back and then Pam's front. After a few minutes Evan looked at Pam and saw her looking back at him as she softly caressed Cheri's hair while the older woman rested on her belly. Finally Cheri opened her eyes and looked up at Evan. "Evan?" she whispered tentatively. "Do you really want me to have your baby?" Sliding down he began kissing first her eyes, then her neck and finally her lips until he finally said, "Yes, I want you to have my baby, more than anything." Suddenly Cheri screeched and jumped over Pam's leg bowling Evan over onto his back. Straddling his hips Cheri grabbed his head and began kissing his face, neck, eyes and finally thrusting her tongue as far down his throat as she could all the while rubbing her dripping snatch up and down his abdomen. Finally she relented slightly and allowed the helpless man a chance to breathe. "I take it you're either really happy or really pissed," he wheezed. "God damn you, you sweet little bastard!" Cheri said grabbing him by the ears and locking eyes. "I've wanted another baby since I held you in my arms so long ago! Jack would never let me, but it's always been a dream of mine." "Do you mean that?" "Yes." "Good. Go get me your birth-control pills," he said pointing towards the bathroom. Slowly she released him, got up from the bed and started walking to the bathroom just off the master bedroom. As she walked she kept shooting fretful glances back at him over her shoulder. The closer to the bathroom she came, the more the enormity of the situation pressed in on her. If she gave him these pills he was going to make her pregnant! Her son was going to get her pregnant! She began to shake as she entered the bathroom and reached for the medicine cabinet. Heart pounding, she looked at the face reflected in the mirror on the door, her eyes were wide open, pupils dilated, it was a picture of a person gripped by terror. Maybe not just terror, though. Her eyes reflected fear, no doubt, but there was also an underlying look of excitement. Opening the cabinet door she reached in and grasped the small oval plastic container that held her month's supply. Turning she walked back into the bedroom and held it out to him in her shaking hand. Evan was up and standing by the bed when she returned. Taking the hand with the pills he sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled her into his lap. His free hand went around her back and pulled her in close, bringing her head to rest on his shoulder. Turning her hand up the little box of pills rested on her palm like an offering. "I will as you answer this one more time, Mother," he said startling her. He rarely called her mother since the first time they began sleeping together. "Do you really want to have my baby?" "You are the Master, Evan," she murmured her face pressed into his neck. "You own me; I will do what you want me to do." "Yes you will, but right now I want you to tell me the truth. Do you want to have my baby? You're shaking like a leaf. Are you scared? Am I making you do something you really don't want to do? Tell me!" "Yes, honey, I'm scared," she whispered still rubbing her face in his neck but stopped and moved her head back until she could see his eyes. "The thought of getting pregnant and everything that could go wrong has me so scared I can barely keep from pissing all over you. I also know that I have never wanted anything so badly in all my life. Yes, Evan, my master, my lover, my husband, my son, I want your baby, I want our baby." Their lips met in a very slow and sweet kiss, one with passion but not lust. It was the kiss of a couple sealing their vows at the altar more so then that of lovers preparing for a tryst. As they broke away from each other, eyes locked together, they smiled knowing they had made the decision they both so deeply wanted. Evan released her hand and took the pills. Holding her close they both stood up and he guided her back into the bathroom where he opened the container and after plucking each pill from their individual niche threw them into the toilet. Pushing down on the handle both of them stood and watched as the swirling water carried off the little pink tablets. Casually he tossed the container into the wastebasket and led her back out into the bedroom. Pam had rolled to her side with her head resting on her propped up hand. She was grinning like mad at the couple making their way back into the room. "That was absolutely beautiful!" she gushed, jumping up to embrace them both together. After waiting for a moment or two Evan pushed her back slightly said, trying to sound gruff, "So where are your pills?" "Oh my God," she gasped. "You really meant it! You want me to have your baby too?" "Absolutely," Even crowed. "I want all my women barefoot and pregnant. Well actually naked and pregnant, but I'll put up with barefoot for now." Smiling to show he was just kidding he continued, "That is if you really meant what you said. If you don't, I understand. This isn't some little trifle like wearing a collar or a bauble; this is forever. Babies can't be taken off or put away in a box somewhere. This is not something I can or will force you to do. As far as I am concerned, you are both my wives and yes, damn it, I want both my wives to have my children!" "Oh yes, yes, yes!" Pam shouted grabbing Evan and not only hugging him tightly enough to cut off his breath but jumping up and throwing her legs around him squeezing until he had to beg for mercy. Relenting somewhat, she dropped back to the floor and tried to drag him back to the bed. "Come back here, you beautiful hunk of man," she implored. "Come here and fuck that baby into me right now!" "A wonderful thought, my sexy insatiable strumpet," he said disentangling himself. "But I have just cum twice and while I may be young, I'm still human. I'm starved, so you're going to have to wine me and dine me a little before you can get me back to bed!" ------- Chapter 13: It's Not Just A Job, It's An Adventure Still being a young man Evan was inexperienced enough to be amazed at how totally incomprehensible these wondrous beings called women can be to the average male. Being an intelligent young man he was smart enough to abide by the ancient wisdom, "If it ain't broke, don't fix it." What amazed him more than anything else at this particular time was the seeming dichotomy of having two extremely submissive women with the need to breed suddenly take over and completely dominate his sexual life. Not that he was complaining, not really, but even given his relative youth, the demands for servicing his small harem were tiring. A minimum of twice per lady per day sounds great until you realize that means about four hours of fucking every day. Then add in sleep, and classwork, plus homework... Well, it got to be just a bit much. The day he failed an English quiz because he couldn't stay awake he decided the king had to make a stand. Once a king always and king, but once a knight is enough! "Girls," he said one night as they were finishing dinner, "we've got to talk about you two wearing my poor ass out." The looks he received let him know they had no idea what he was getting at. "Look, I can't believe I'm saying this but you two are flat wearing me out with your demands for sex. Christ, I know I could get kicked out of the Stud Club for even thinking this let alone saying it, but I need some rest sometimes and if I don't get some serious studying done they are going to bounce my butt out of here so fast I won't even feel the door hitting me in the ass. Now there isn't anyone here who wants you two pregnant any more than I, but the fact is neither one of you are fertile now and won't be for at least another week at the earliest." This was well known since the day after the decision was made a large calendar appeared on the refrigerator with each girl's ideal fertile period circled, a separate color for each of them. Their times overlapped by only one day with Cheri's coming first, although for this month it was problematical since the residuals of the birth-control pills could still be impacting her cycles. "Now I feel really stupid for bringing this up, but the way you two are draining me every day there aren't going to be enough little wigglers to nail your wonderful little eggs. You know low sperm count is one of the main reasons for infertility and I just can't believe my body is capable of producing them as fast as you two are dragging them out." "Well," Cheri mused, "I guess we can slow down a bit. Maybe do one of us one night and trade off the next. The one being left out will sure be horny but I guess we can put up with that for a while if that's what you want." Pam looked somewhat unhappy but nodded her head in agreement. "Hey, I didn't mean we had to slow it down that much!" Evan quickly interjected. "To be honest there's no way I would be able to keep my hands off either one of you at night, but maybe once each per night would be enough? At least for a while, maybe? I also think that for a day or two before your time that I should hold off completely." He suddenly grinned at them, "That's the theory anyway." Unlike many theories[0], this one worked fairly well in practice. Cheri and Pam, while still very affectionate during the day, backed off on their sexual aggressiveness and were content to have Evan take care of them at night. Actually it worked out a little bit better as their sessions went from being less a duty or a performance back to being playtime between three loving people. Evan, for his part, found that he had plenty of time during the day for his classes and class work leaving him with more than enough energy to please his two horny women. Two days before Cheri's fertile period she tentatively recommended that the girls sleep in another room, to help prevent any accidental cheating on anybody's part. Evan immediately put his foot down and squashed the idea practically as soon as it left her mouth. "No fucking way!" he said forcefully. "We sleep together now and forever! If I can't keep my hands off you two for two freaking days then that's just the way it'll be. Get those ideas out of your heads right now or I'll tie both of you to the bed at night and do whatever I damn well please! I've felt great these past few days and I'm willing to bet whoever takes my first load over the next few nights has just as much chance of getting knocked up as any other time. We do it my way or there are going to be some well-spanked butts around here!" It wasn't as difficult as they thought it would be. There was still a lot of cuddling, kissing and caressing and although Evan did stay erect almost all the time it was easy enough to restrain himself. After all, it wasn't like he was going to do without for any great length of time and there was a serious reason for waiting. Still he was very eager when the third night rolled around. All day he had been distracted by both the anticipation and just a little fear. After all, conceiving a child may take only a few minutes but the consequences last a lifetime. Luckily it was Friday, one of his lighter days, and he was able to get home by mid-afternoon. Thinking he would help with dinner the undisputed master of the house found himself unceremoniously booted out of the kitchen with orders to get himself cleaned up and to make himself scarce for the next few hours. He took it like a man. That is he slunk off, took a shower and hid in the den watching TV. He put on the nice shirt and pair of slacks which had been laid out for him on the bed. It was much fancier than what he would normally put on for an evening at home but he could take a hint. Finally he was called to dinner. Entering the dinning room he could tell something special was going on. The finest china was out, tablecloth on, lights down low and candles lit. The food was already laid out and ready to be served. The table was beautiful but not nearly as beautiful as his two women. The stood before him in what had to be strapless evening gowns, although considering what they covered, or more specifically didn't cover, gown-less evening straps would probably be a more accurate description. "We thought since this was a very special occasion, it would be nice to be a little bit more formal than usual. Is that all right, Master?" "Of course it is my angels!" Evan said as he sat down. "But the way you two look tonight don't be surprised if we don't make it through dessert!" Cheri sat to his right when he did but Pam picked up his napkin, unfolded it and laid it across his lap. Leaning in as she did her lips brushed his ear and she whispered, "This is making me so fucking horny, Master. I'm dripping wet! You own us and now you're going to breed us! You better have plenty left for me on Monday!" Grinning he raised his hand to pat her on the fanny and then reached up under the short gown to tickle the gusset of the panties. Not surprisingly he found them damp as she moaned and pushed back on his finger. "Yo, slut!" Cheri said smiling at her friend. "You make our stud go off in his pants and I'll bitch slap you from here to tomorrow, plus I'll take your turn next week." "As if you could, tramp!" Pam sniffed but disengaged herself and moved to sit down. "I was just teasing him up for you anyway," she said as she primly unfolded her own napkin and placed it on her lap. Evan and Cheri looked at each other and started laughing. "What?" said Pam indignantly, but within seconds she was giggling right along with them. The meal was wonderful but Evan couldn't have told you what they had eaten to save his life. Apparently he wasn't the only one distracted. While trying to exude an aura of benign indifference, Evan noticed Cheri ate very little and squirmed around in her seat the entire meal. When it seemed that everyone was done, Evan stood up and began to clear the dishes. "Master, please don't worry about these," Pam said restraining him with a hand on his arm. "These can wait; tonight I think you have more important things to take care of. Why don't we go into the living room where you can dance with your slave girls for a little bit?" "No!" cried Cheri. The vehemence of her response made both Pam and Evan jump. Quickly walking over to him she grabbed him tightly and looking up into his eyes continued, "I can't take it anymore, Evan. Please let's go now! I'm shaking so badly I don't know if I can walk and if I wait any longer I know I'm going to be sick." "Cheri," he said softly, "if this scares you, if it bothers you this much, we don't have to do it. I won't force you to do something you don't want to. You know that." "Oh God, Evan, I am scared," she answered pulling him even tighter. "I'm scared I can't get pregnant and I'll disappoint you. I'm scared I'm too old and when you find that out you won't want me any more. But most of all I'm scared I'll never be able to hold our baby." She started to softly sob into his shoulder. "That is the biggest load of crap I've ever heard!" He bent down and swept her up into his arms. Turning he exclaimed in his Master Voice, "Slave Pam, I am going upstairs and I am going to fuck a baby into this wench. And if I don't knock her up tonight I intend to keep trying until I'm so old my dick falls off." Looking down at Cheri he continued, "Do you understand that, Wench? I'm going to fill you so full of my sperm that it will be coming out of your ears. In fact I intend to stuff you so full that you may give birth in six months instead of nine!" "I don't think it works that way, Master," Cheri sniffed and rubbed her face into his chest as she swung suspended in his arms. "Well, you two go upstairs and make a baby," Pam said sniffing a bit herself. "I'll clean up down here." "No," Cheri said softly as she reached out her hand to her friend, Pam. "I want you there with me when I conceive just like I know you'll be there when I give birth. Evan, you don't mind, do you, honey?" "I never even considered the possibility that she wouldn't be there. Now let's get upstairs before I mount this bitch right here!" Entering the bedroom Evan set her down on her feet facing away from him. Slowly he reached up and began to pull the zipper down on the back of her dress. Accepting his ministrations Cheri stood still holding her hands slightly out from her side so when the zipper was fully down the dress seemed to flow off her body and pool on the floor around her feet. She was in panties, no bra, so Evan knelt behind her and slowly pulled them down over her ass, past the thigh-high stockings and onto the floor. While he was doing this, Pam was kneeling beside him undoing his buttons, trying to strip him as he was stripping Cheri. As her panties hit the floor Cheri stepped out of her high-heeled pumps and turned to face him. Her eyes were slightly glazed, her breasts heaving as if she couldn't quite get enough air. Slowly she backed up to the bed, sat down and started to shimmy backward until she was about in the middle. With her eyes riveted to his, she brought her knees up and opened her legs wide, inviting, no, begging him to take her. Even with help Evan felt like it took forever to get his own clothes off and climb onto the bed. He crawled up and between her legs until his face looked straight down into hers and the tip of his cock barely brushed the lips of her exposed cunt. "This is your last chance to say no, my love," he said looking down at her. Smiling she lifted her feet off the bed, wrapped them around his thighs and began pulling him into her. As his cock head butted up against her pussy lips he felt someone softly grab his cock and aim it into his mother's incredibly wet cunt. He slowly sank into her until his balls rested on the slightly upturned globes of her ass and the tip of his cock nestled up against the barrier of her cervix. Holding still, just reveling in the feel of her surrounding him, he heard her whisper in his ear. "Put a baby in me, lover. I'm yours and I want you to breed me like a stallion breeds his mare. Come on, baby! I'm your woman, your slave, your bitch. Now I want to be the mother of your children." Although fucking Cheri was nothing new to Evan, the sensation that rushed through him when he heard her words certainly was. Suddenly he felt hot and so filled with energy he was almost shaking. He reared up slightly until he could look down directly into her eyes and he knew with absolute certainty that this was his primary function in life, his only reason for existence. He was here for no other purpose than to mate with this woman impaled below him and ensure his sperm was deposited deep within her! Eyes still locked, he began to slowly fuck her. He didn't make love to her -- there was no thought of pleasure for either her or himself -- he just fucked her! Deep and long, in and out, not a frenzied lust, just the determined rut of the male mounting his female. Each thrust brought his cock into contact with her cervix, banging the resilient barrier, mashing the soft spongy head against her deepest recesses. As he fucked into her, she grimaced, lips drawn back from clenched teeth. Grunting with each impact she dug her heels into his thighs, fingernails hooked cruelly into the flesh of his back. Time seemed to stand still so intense was their concentration. To him there was nothing but the feel of her cunt around his cock and the overwhelming need to spend himself into her. For her there was nothing except how deeply she could pull him into her. No pain or pleasure, just the contraction of her cunt around him in a mindless attempt to squeeze the life-giving juice out of him. After what seemed like hours but in reality was only about fifteen minutes, Evan felt his balls contract and on is next thrust he lifted up on his toes, bowed his back, and tried to drive himself completely through Cheri if he could. Holding himself within her he began spewing great globs of his baby-making seed deep within her belly. It felt like he was emptying out through the tiny hole, draining not only semen into her but his life force, his energy. When finally he had nothing left to give, he simply collapsed, pinning her to the bed. Cheri wrapped her arms and legs tightly around him and held him firmly in place when he feebly tried to roll off. Cooing softly in his ear she gently stroked his hair with one hand and his back with the other. After a few minutes she gently pushed him over to the side and lifted her legs in the air trying to maximize the probability that one of his little wigglers would find their target. As previously agreed, Pam quickly shoved a pillow under Cheri's butt helping her keep her hips elevated. Cheri looked over at her friend through half closed eyes and gave her a half smile, holding her hand out in companionship. "Wow!" Pam hissed, her eyes wide and unseeing, almost like she was in shock. "I've never seen anything like that before! Are you okay?" "I have been screwed and I have been made love to," Cheri chuckled, "but until right now I have never really been fucked. I have now been fucked! Yes I'm okay, more than okay, I feel wonderful! I don't think I've ever felt him cum so hard or for so long. I tell you what, dear: if this raggedy old body of mine can get pregnant, then that man of ours just did it. I just know it! Somehow I can feel it. He nailed me good, first time!" Glancing over to the softly snoring Evan, Pam turned back and grinned at her friend. "Unless the dead can snore I think he'll live. But let me tell you, girlfriend, I don't know if I would want to be on the receiving end of a monkey fuck like that. That was scary! Well, maybe a little exciting. Okay, a lot exciting. Now tell me what it was like!" "I don't know if I can, baby. It's like the two of us were focused on one thing only and I don't mean like when you're humping and concentrating on just getting your nut off. It's like our whole existence was just for one purpose: Nothing else mattered except getting me pregnant. I can only guess at what he felt but for me it was the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me. And believe me; I've had some pretty amazing things happen in the past few months! "I'm not sure I'd want this to happen every time," she continued thoughtfully, "I'd sure miss when we really make love, but let me tell you, girl, it ain't all bad to get royally fucked every once in a while. It's funny. Part of it is knowing you are nothing to him but a receptacle for his seed, insignificant, a non-person, but then you also know that when he's on and in you, there is nothing else in his universe. Weird that you can feel both ways, but that's how it feels. But anyway you'll find out in a couple of days yourself, now won't you?" "I can hardly wait," Pam quipped, not knowing herself if she was being facetious or if she really meant it. For whatever reason, maybe the two of them felt a bit self-conscious about what happened, there were no more monkey fucks, just long slow sessions of making love. The three of them made sure that every drop of Evan's semen was deposited in Cheri's eager pussy, although she remained quite smug in predicting that she was already pregnant and this was just for insurance. Finally it was Pam's turn and she didn't think anyone could be a horny as she was and still live through it. The days of assisting her co-spouses, Master and co-slave, or whatever, left her with one overriding desire. She wanted a dick inside her now! It had been the girls' intentions to reset the stage for Pam. Nice dinner, dressed up, the whole nine yards, but Pam aborted that plan when she nearly attacked him as soon as he arrived home from class. "My God, Pam! Will you at least let me put my books down?" he said laughing as she dragged him down the hall toward the stairs. Getting little more than a growl for an answer, he finally pulled up short and fending off the by-now almost hysterical woman, calmed her down enough to bring her into the living room. "Before we go on there is something I must do, and since it seems I'm going to be sacrificing my dinner, I better do it now." He got punched for that. "Slave Pam," he said seriously. "Yes, Master?" she answered having no idea what this was all about. "I want my cufflink back now." Her heart froze. He was rejecting her! Tears streamed from her eyes as she tentatively reached up to her collar and detached the gold fob, trying hard not to throw it at him and run screaming out the door. "Thank you. Now in its place I'd like you to wear this." Sticking his hand into his pocket he withdrew a small jewelry box. Opening it up she saw a replica of the cameo hanging from Cheri's collar except it was obvious the silhouette wasn't of Cheri, it was Pam. "Slave Pam, I claim you for my own." "Master, I accept your claim and now I am yours," she said trying not to break down crying. "Slave, wear this token that all others shall know you to be mine." "Master, this token shall I wear that all shall know I am yours." Suddenly she jumped on him wrapping her legs around his waist and began alternately hitting him with her fist and kissing him hard on the lips. "You fucking son of a bitch!" she said when her lips weren't otherwise occupied. "You Bastard! "You prick! "You scared me to death, you shithead!" Finally the pummeling stopped and kissing was the only occupation her mouth engaged in. When they finally broke their clinch she grabbed his ears and looked him straight in the eyes. "God dammit, I love you, you sadistic son of a bitch!" "Hey," Cheri interjected mildly from the side. "Watch who you're calling a bitch, slut." "You knew all about this, didn't you? I'll get you for this, you strumpet. When you're as big as a house I'm going to hide all your panties under the bed!" "Well that goes to show you just what a stupid trollop you really are. I don't even wear panties." "Whore!" "Nympho!" "Cradle-robbing baby fucker!" "Carpet-munching cow!" "Girls," Evan spoke loudly. "As much as I really enjoy your little expressions of love, if I'm not going to be fucking anyone here in the next few minutes then I'm going to be eating dinner. You make the choice." Unlocking her legs and setting them down on the floor Pam wrapped her arms back around Evan and looked up at him with adoration. "Master, will you make love to me now?" "How could I refuse one of the two most beautiful women I know?" Bending down he swept her up and carried her towards the stairs. Looking back over his shoulder Pam grinned at Cheri and stuck her tongue out. Cheri giggled and started up the stairs after them. Almost three months had passed and the third cycle of the girls fertile periods had passed. It was still going to be a few days before they would know if the fruits of their labor had taken. Home pregnancy tests were supposed to be fairly accurate within seven days of conception but the women wanted to be sure: no disappointing false negatives. Evan was somewhat antsy about the results but to be honest they kept him so well fucked he wasn't sure he could think about anything, let alone worry about it. It was their considered opinion that, just like the lottery, the more tickets you buy the better your chances; tickets here being a load of semen in their pussies. That afternoon Evan was walking through the kitchen after spending a few hours studying at the school library. Pam was sitting at the table with her laptop open and account ledgers spread out around her. This wasn't unusual -- she generally did the books at home rather than at the store -- but this time there was something different. She wasn't working on them; she was just staring at them, her hands clenched at her side like she wanted to hit something. Pulling a chair out Evan sat down and looked over at her. "What's wrong, baby?" "What? Oh hi, Master," she sighed and tried to smile at him. "Wrong? Oh nothing much. Well, nothing we can do anything about anyway. Can I get you anything? A drink? A snack?" "Nothing, thanks," he said, waving off her offer. What do you mean 'nothing we can do anything about'? Come on, talk to me." "Well it's just that ever since I bought the store, I've been busting my butt to make it go." Again the heavy sigh. "I thought for a while it would work. I mean we have quality goods and loyal customers. They're just not enough of them. I thought that by providing quality at reasonable prices I could make it work but I don't think there are enough people in this town to keep it going. The Internet and catalogs don't help of course, especially when they can provide the cheap crap at prices I can't compete with. The bottom line is I'm reaching the point where I'm going to start losing money and that can't last for long." "So what do you think is the primary problem? Too few customers? Merchandise priced too high? Not the right kind of goods?" "Well the biggest problem is probably there just aren't enough people into the Scene here to support a store like ours. I mean there are a fair number of hardcore BDSM devotees and a lot more who like to dabble in it, but how many restraints or rubber suits does one really need? This stuff is expensive to keep in stock and it doesn't always move quickly. Another problem is quality: It's expensive. Just look at my leather goods: I have them custom made by a local harness maker, absolutely top-notch stuff, but expensive. One of the problems is me; I refuse to sell the cheap crap. I'd rather be out of business than push that shit. I really like what I do -- it means something to me -- and I want it to be the best it can be." Pushing the laptop away she laid her head down on folded arms, sniffed and then sobbed. Moving quickly, Evan was up and had his arm around her in seconds. "There, there sweetie, it's probably not as bad as you think and even if it is you still have us here with you." Lifting her head up, she leaned into him and wiped a tear from her cheek. "I'm sorry. I've known about this for a while but the end seems to be coming close now, and I haven't been feeling well lately. I think I caught a bug or something. Maybe it's just the tension but I felt kind of sick this morning. Nothing bad, just a bit queasy but it's gone now. I do feel tired though. Maybe I just need some sleep." "Queasy? Sick this morning? You mean like morning sickness?" "Morning sickness? No I don't think so. You don't think? No it's too soon..." "Cheri, where are you?" Evan yelled. "I'm upstairs," came the faint reply. "What do you need?" "I need you down here now, Wench!" "Yes, Master, what can I do for you, Master? Your slave is ready to do your bidding, your every wish is my... "Hey," she said straightening up. "What's going on here?" "Pam has been telling me she's been feeling a bit queasy in the mornings," he said trying hard not to grin. "Not every morning," Pam said blushing. "Just this morning and I'm sure it's nothing. It's far too early for me to have morning sickness. Isn't it?" "Hmm," Cheri looked thoughtful. "Well I didn't get morning sickness until I was almost a month gone, but it affects everybody differently. It never hit me particularly hard, thank goodness; just a little upset when I first got up, so it could have been happening earlier and I just didn't know it. It's been what... about two weeks?" "You know exactly how many days it's been, you bitch. You've been watching the calendar just as closely as I have." Pam narrowed her eyes and tried to glare. "Oh all right, so I have! Anyway I guess time will tell. You're due to start in a few days and I should today. We'll know soon enough." "Bullshit," Evan huffed. "We'll find out now!" Turning he strode over and opened a cabinet. Reaching in, he withdrew two home-pregnancy tests. Turning back to them he handed one to each and said, "You both know what to do. Get in there and squeeze out some pee for me. We settle this now!" Looking at each other, the women just grinned and bowed their heads several times as they backed out of the room. Soon they returned, each holding a small plastic cup filled with golden liquid and an indicator stick resting inside. Evan took the cups and said; "Now go into the living room and wait for me." "But..." Cheri started. "Now!" he bellowed. Giggling as they scampered out, Pam leaned over and whispered, "He's so manly when he gets this way. It makes me all wet and horny!" "Me too," Cheri whispered back. "But this wait is going to drive me crazy!" They sat on the couch nervously holding hands until Evan joined them some five minutes later. He had a stick in each hand cupped so that neither of them could see the results. "Well I have some good news and some bad news," he started. "The bad news first: I was so nervous I mixed up the two tests and now I don't know which one is which." The two women groaned. "But now for the good news: One of you is pregnant!" Opening one hand he held the indicator stick up and displayed the bright pink tip, a positive! Both gasped and looked at the other. They could see the same thought in each other's eyes: "I known it's you, but I really wish it were me." "Oh damn!" wailed Cheri. "Now we have to take it all over again. We still don't know who it is!" "Well that would be a problem," Evan chuckled, "except for one thing." Opening his other hand he held up the second indicator: It was also bright pink! "One of you is pregnant, but so is the other!" "You shit!" screamed Cheri launching herself at him, her small fists pummeling his head and shoulders. "Bastard!" echoed Pam as she attacked his exposed flank. "Ladies! Ladies! What's the matter? Can't you take a joke?" Their attack was having about as much effect as rain on rock and anyway soon turned from pummeling to caressing, cuddling and kissing. "I need you now, Big Daddy!" Cheri looked up at him tears streaming down her face. Suddenly concerned, Evan rubbed at the tears. "I'm sorry, baby. I didn't want to make you cry. I'm so sorry" "Master, you are such a dumb-ass sometimes," Pam said pulling his face around to look at her, he saw there were tears rolling down her face also. "These are tears of joy, you idiot. Now you have to pay for your little fun. You have two knocked-up, horny bitches who are going to take you upstairs and fuck the living shit out of you. Serves you right too!" Putting action to words she started dragging him towards the stairs. "That's right," growled Cheri grabbing his other arm. "You're going to be lucky to get out of this one alive!" "Oh, nooooo," Evan wailed with mock fear. "Don't throw me in dat brier patch!" He struggled slightly, making sure not to break away, as they took him up to meet his fate. Hours later he lay back in their bed staring at the ceiling with two very satisfied women curled up beside him, one under each arm. They had their heads lying on his shoulders looking at each other through half open eyes, both with silly grins. Cheri idly played with his sparse chest hairs and Pam gently caressed his now limp cock. "I'm going to be a daddy," he mused aloud. "Yep," Pam grinned just a bit wickedly. "Happens when you play hide the sausage with your harem. Guess that makes me a mommy and," looking over at Cheri the smile got even wider, "I guess that makes you a..." "You say grandma, bitch, and I'll twist your nipples off," Cheri completed, although given the drowsy look on her face it was hardly threatening. "Hey, don't blame me. My son didn't knock me up." "Actually my son did knock you up." "Children, behave." Careful not to move them too much Evan got up, kissed them both and padded to the door as the two girls rolled together and held each other. "I'm starved. I'm going downstairs and order a couple of pizzas. You girls want anything special?" "Just like a man! Takes a couple of hours, fucks you four or five times and suddenly it's, 'I'm hungry, what's for dinner?'" one of them mumbled. "Dearie, it's been four hours and he fucked you three times, he fucked me four." "Whatever... Now shut up and hold me, I want to rest. Bitch." "Slut." "Tramp." Evan shook his head and went to find the phone book, their repartee tapering off to soft snores well before he even reached the kitchen. A couple of days later Evan found Pam sitting on the couch idly rubbing her still flat stomach, staring off into space. The TV was on but on but it was obvious she wasn't paying any attention. He flopped down beside her, draping his arm across her shoulder. She snuggled in with a contented sigh. "I've been giving your little problem some thought lately and I might have an idea or two." "Problem? I wouldn't call this little fellow a problem," she said patting her stomach. "And if you're having a problem with your little fellow I sure haven't noticed it." "Hey watch how you use the word little when you talk about him. Could give a guy a complex or something. Anyway that isn't a problem and not what I was talking about. I'm talking about your shop and what we could do to help it out." "Ah," Pam sighed. "Well if you have an idea I'd sure like to hear it. I can't think of anything and have been working on the best way to close down." "I wouldn't be too quick about that. Look, you say the real problem -- well actually the two real problems -- are two few customers here in town and competition from mail-order and Internet suppliers." "Sure, and... ?" "The answer seems simple: We set up an Internet site of our own and go into competition with them." "I suppose we could try," she mused. "But to really sell that way you need a high-quality site and web designers ain't cheap. Then there's product display. For that you need professional photographers, models... all that stuff. Again it ain't cheap. I don't have that kind of cash lying around, not even close. "True, maybe you don't have it, but we do. We're family now and what's ours is yours. Besides I think we can cut a few corners and save quite a bit." "I love you, you know," she said squeezing him tightly, "but I don't want the family pouring its money down a rathole just to make me feel better. But just in case I might actually allow you to do this, what kind of savings are we talking about?" "Allow me? Just who is the slave and who is the Master? Before you start tickling again let me throw out a few things. First, web-page design: Yes it can be expensive, but look over at the university and what do you see? Hundreds of computer geeks who want to do that for a living when they graduate. I bet it would be easy to find a couple of seniors of even grad students who could put together a first-class web page dirt-cheap. Photographers? Yeah, we probably need to get a pro; nothing turns a customer off faster than amateur pictures. As for models? Why get pros when we have two of the sexiest, most gorgeous women who ever put on cuffs right here in this house?" "Who me? A model? Cheri maybe... She's about the sexiest little sub I've ever seen. But me?" Looking up at him she asked, "Do you really think I'm pretty? I know I'm not as pretty as Cheri but do you really think I'm pretty enough?" "Fishing for compliments are we? Well the truth is you are every bit as pretty as Cheri and you know it. You two are the most beautiful women I have ever known. It's true you're different from each other, but equally gorgeous. The two of you alone could probably sell snow to Eskimos, so long as they were male and straight, or maybe female and gay. Whatever... If you model it, it will sell." "God, you're such a smooth talker. No wonder you got two women knocked up at once. Well, Mister Smooth Talker, you talked me into it... into looking at it, at least. Tell you what: Why don't you look for your pet geeks and I'll talk to Cheri about modeling. It should be fun. I know a photographer who's into the scene; in fact I happen to know he likes to be tied up and whipped by young boys. Would you be interested if he gave you a little discount?" "Sorry babe, you know you girls are the only ones that yank my chain. Don't have anything against guys that swing that way but it doesn't interest me at all. I'm only interested in two pussies and four tits and that is plenty enough for me." "If I do this, will you tie me up for the pictures?" she cooed batting her eyes at him. "With pleasure!" "Goody! Why don't we go upstairs and practice a little?" she said coyly. "I've been a bad girl and need to be spanked. I let a man do nasty things with me and now I'm in the family way." "You know," he mused as he picked her up and carried her toward the stairs, "the problem is the more I punish you the more you like it, the more you like it the worse you act, the worst you act the more I have to punish you. It's a vicious cycle." "I know," she giggled. "Isn't it great?" ------- Chapter 14: Picture Perfect "Holy shit! You two look great!" Evan was practically drooling as he watched his two beauties step out of the dressing room. Pam was leading Cheri since the leather hood she wore completely covered her head including her eyes. The rest was all leather, black vinyl or rubber. Well, maybe a few chains and other such accoutrements. It hadn't taken very much persuasion to get Cheri to agree to help with the modeling. She whined that she was too old and fat; a ridiculous statement firmly pooh-poohed by both Evan and Pam. What concerned her most was her face being seen in the photos, especially since a lot of it would be shot in very reveling costumes or bondage equipment. "Look," Evan had explained, "we're selling sex here. These accessories are nothing more than sexual aids. For gosh sakes, if it weren't for the sex, people wouldn't buy this stuff. Because this is the Internet we can give them sex, or at least the dream of sex, and there is nothing sexier than the two of you. We show them a little skin, some tit and maybe a little ass. If we can get the Doms to think their subs are going to look just like you two in these get-ups we'll sell a million of them. Same for the subs: Let them think they look as sexy as you do. Hey, it's their fantasy; let them dream." Evan knew all he had to do was order Cheri to do it and she would, but that didn't seem right. Her need to be completely controlled had diminished considerably over the past few months and Evan wanted to encourage that trend. Not that they didn't still play their games both together and with Pam, but there wasn't the overwhelming need for someone to control her every move. Evan liked it that way. Sometimes he got his kicks from dominating the two women: a little light bondage and even a spanking or two, but nothing particularly hard-core or painful. Mostly he just enjoyed being with them. He would be perfectly happy if the most dominating thing he did was to be on top in the missionary position! Of course Cheri and Pam would never let that happen, especially Pam. Cheri still needed to feel him controlling her, to some extent anyway, and Pam... Well Pam just flat out got off on the feeling of helplessness that being tied up and used gave her. Of course the knowledge that she was completely safe with her lover, no matter how helpless a position she found herself in, allowed her to fully release any inhibitions she might have originally had, and those were few to begin with. So, while he could order her to do it, he didn't. Instead they came to a compromise. One of the biggest selling items was a line of hoods for both the Dom and the sub. For the subs it normally consisted of a full hood with no ear or eyeholes and one for the mouth large enough for a ball or ring gag. Even the half-hood models covered enough to conceal the identity of the wearer. As long as she could wear a hood, or her face wasn't visible in any of the pictures, Cheri felt comfortable posing. Cheri understood Evan's reluctance in forcing her to do something she really didn't want to do and sincerely appreciated both his concern and restraint. Knowing full well he could order her to do just about anything he wanted, his restraint in exercising that power just proved to her how much he really loved her. After all, what other man could resist the temptation to fully dominate his woman given the chance? He didn't and she knew in that small way she failed him. He didn't want a servant or a slave; he wanted a partner fully equal to him in every way. Unfortunately that was something she couldn't be, although she was getting better at it. One great thing about their triad relationship was she now had someone to talk to who understood her probably better than she did herself. Talking with Pam helped her more than all the sessions with Dr. Black combined. "Don't try so hard, darling," Pam said one day as they sat around the kitchen table shooting the breeze. "I know what you mean even if it doesn't seem to come out right. This bit about having to have reasons and Evan being your reason giver is just a different way of looking at what a lot of us feel. Some of us do it strictly for the sexual rush. Why does it get us so horny knowing someone else has complete control of us? Beats me, and what's more I don't care. Nothing I do hurts anyone except possibly me and with our baby-doll master I know that isn't going to happen unless I want it to." "Thanks, Pam," Cheri reached out to hold the others woman's hand. "It's just that I've felt so strange and different because I'm this way. I look at me and see an adult who can't function the way everybody else can. I need him; I don't just want him. I really need him for there to be a me. But that's not the real problem; I can live with my limitations, quirks, whatever you want to call them. I mean it's not normal but it feels right to me, so I can live with it. What I really have a problem with is knowing it's not exactly what Evan wants. I know he wants me to be a full partner, to be able to make decisions without bothering him about every little thing. It doesn't make him feel completely comfortable and that's what really bothers me." "Me, too." Seeing Cheri's puzzled look Pam nodded her head vigorously. "Don't you think I know he doesn't get anywhere near the pleasure that I do out of tying me up, giving me a good spanking and then raping my ass? He may like a good old monkey fuck every once in a while but both of us know he would rather just make love to us without the kinky stuff. So why does he do it? Because he loves us and he knows we need it. Everything he does for you he does for the same reason. Let me ask you this: If he were blind would you help him out by reading to him? Taking him where he needed to go? Doing those things for him he couldn't?" "Of course I would!" Cheri exclaimed. "I see what you're getting at: If he were handicapped, I would help him without question. Your point is I am handicapped and he's doing the same for me. I can't say I'm thrilled by the comparison but I guess if I'm going to be honest: I have to admit it's pretty accurate." "I wouldn't say you're handicapped, honey, you just have special needs," Pam said with a grin. "Everybody has needs and wants that if you look closely at them put some kind of burden on someone else. He takes care of my needs, he takes care of yours. Together we take care of his. That's the way it should be." "But what do we give him?" Cheri mused. "Easy: we give him love, a home, babies, and..." "Fucking!" they both said simultaneously. They looked at each other and started laughing. "Oh God," Pam said glancing at her watch. "Speaking of needs, I don't think I've ever been as horny as I've been since he knocked me up. Is that normal?" Cheri shrugged, "I don't know. I know I am. I remember I was always horny when I was pregnant with Evan, but with my first husband my being horny didn't mean a damn thing. He practically didn't touch me except to beat me from the day I told him I was expecting till the day Evan was born, and not much after that either." "I'm sorry, honey. What a piece of shit he must have been. Well you sure don't have that problem now!" Pam said giving her hand a squeeze. "But enough about you already! Right now I'm sopping wet and our big old sex machine is due home any minute. Can I trouble you for a favor?" "Sure, what?" "I'm going to go upstairs and get naked. Would you tie me to the bed? I'm feeling the need for a little raping and pillaging right now and I know just the man to do it!" Minutes later Cheri was tightening the last knot. "How's that?" Pam pulled against the four cuffs that held her practically immobile. "Oh yeah, this is perfect. Oh God, I'm dripping all over the sheets!" "That's good, sweetie," Cheri reached over and caressed Pam's cheek. "Because I've decided to change our play a little bit." They heard the front door slam shut and knew Evan was home. "What to you mean, change our play a little bit?" Pam asked. "I mean that tying you up made me horny, too. So I think I'll go downstairs, grab our lover, bring him back up here and make slow, passionate love to him right here on the bed next to you, without touching you at all!" "You wouldn't dare! You bitch! You whore! You cunt!" "See you soon, sweetie," Cheri kissed her fingers and pressed them to Pam's lips, taking them back just in time to keep from getting bitten.Of course Cheri did dare. Pam whimpered, cursed, threatened, and finally cried until Evan finished with Cheri and unceremoniously mounted her. He fucked her hard and fast until she screamed again, this time in release. Freed from her bonds she showered kisses on her two tormentors until the three of them drifted off into a blissful post-coital nap. Just as she was dozing off Cheri heard her co-wife whisper to her, "That was absolutely fucking wonderful, but I'm still going to get you for that. Bitch!" ------- The photo shoot went very smoothly but the girls soon discovered that modeling was harder work than they expected. It was a lot more than just looking pretty, or in this case, kinky. It was an all-day affair under hot lights in numerous getups, some of which were extremely uncomfortable, and lots and lots of posing. Although Evan was in only a few of the shots it felt like a long, hard day even to him. The one bright spot in the whole day was the photographer Pam found to do the shoot. Evan thought he was a hoot! Roberto was as queer as a three-dollar bill. If he were any more flaming, candles would ignite as he walked past! Not only did he seem to embody every stereotype of a male homosexual ever listed, he reveled in it. He swished, he lisped, he giggled with the girls and even hit on Evan. After about the third time Evan had to remind him that his girls could get jealous, and by the way the tall blonde was carrying a whip and knew how to use it! "Promises, promises," Roberto smirked, waving off the implied threat. "Oh well, I do like my men a little younger and less bulky. Still, if ever you want to try... Well, just give me a call." Laughing, Evan assured him if he ever wanted to swing that way he would, but not to count on it. "I'm perfectly happy with what I have right now," he said still chuckling. "So both of these little pets are yours?" Roberto asked. "Sure are," Evan grinned proudly. "Well they are simply dee-lish! Almost makes me wish I were straight, almost! How long have you had them? I don't remember ever seeing you at the Dungeon." Evan told him he had known Cheri a long time and had recently meet Pam. Naturally Roberto knew Pam from way back. "I must say our little Pamy-puss is looking simply ravishing! She just glows! You have been very good for her, you bad boy! Oh, speaking of the little succubus, here she is now." Pam and Cheri had just changed into their next costumes and wandered over to join the conversation. "Pammie, darling! I was just talking about you!" "I'm sure you were, you old queen! I'll bet you were trying to put the moves on our man here. Didn't do you any good, did it?" "Pamela! How could you say such a thing? Would I do that? Besides you're right: He's disgustingly hetero and it looks like he's going to stay that way. But lovie, I was talking about you! I was just mentioning how wonderful you look; this boy must be very good for you. I was just saying how you just glow..." Taking a step back he looked her up and down. "Pamela, you little slut! You're pregnant!" "He told you!" "Don't be silly, sweetie; of course he didn't. He didn't need to, we girls know these things." Looking at Cheri he gave her just as appraising a once-over. Bringing his hands to his mouth he almost squealed. "Oh God, you're pregnant too! Oh, this is just too much! Absolutely delicious! Both yours, big fella? Of course they are. Well, my goodness, this is just simply scrumptious! I'd better stay away from you, big guy; I can't afford to go on maternity leave now. Bruce would just kill me!" The three of them couldn't help but laugh at that. Having ferreted out the "big secret" Roberto was nothing less than, well, sweet to the girls. He even offered to cut short the session and pick up again another day if they were tired. The girls were tired but gamely insisted on continuing since they were so close to the end. Evan and Cheri wandered over to look and the next set. Pam stayed to talk to Roberto. "We really need to get this done soon, my friend," Pam told Roberto. "We're setting up a web site and need to get it up and running ASAP. If this doesn't start to generate some business I'm going to have to close the shop." "Oh horrors!" Roberto gasped. "That can't be! You have just the most perfect things! I simply wouldn't know where to go if you weren't there. Well, we'll just see about this. You say these are for a web site? What about catalogs?" "Maybe," Pam nodded, "but right now the web site is the primary focus. Catalogs are a major expense, especially since we don't have a viable mailing list to use. If we can expand our client base and get hold of a decent list, then maybe we'll try direct mail" "I see. Okay, that makes sense. Tell you what I'll do, darling: I'll set these up in both formats. No, no, same price! Once I have them in the computer it doesn't take anything extra to do both. You won't need another shoot for a while unless you change your line. Here's something else I can do: I have friends in New York and on the West Coast. They just loved that little ensemble you put together for me last year and were just dying to find out where I got it. When you're up and running, let me know and I'll give them a little whisper on how to find you." "That would be wonderful, Roberto! I don't know how to thank you!" "Don't be silly, pet! You've been good to me; it's the least I can do. Now, tell me all about your new boyfriend! He is just too much! And now you're going to be a mommy! He must be very special, and so young! Come on girlfriend, give!" "Master, Roberto. He's my master, and yes he and Cheri are the best thing that has ever happened to me." She went on to tell him about how she met Cheri and through her, Evan. "So, he's not really a player. Hmm... How is that working?" "It's a dream, honey, a fucking dream! He'll go just as far as I want him to and not one smidgen more. In fact sometimes I have trouble getting him to go as far as I want, he is such a pussycat sometimes. And safe? I've never felt so safe! I know he'll never do anything to hurt me and it just lets me enjoy the experience. I know, I know! Sometimes fear of the unknown can add a little extra spice, but after the last prick I was with, this is just heaven." "Well I'm happy for you, pet. I was just telling Mr. Perfect that I haven't seen any of you at the Dungeon lately, and it's been so dull without you." "We've been so happy just being homebodies lately that we really haven't been anywhere. Maybe I can convince him to take us out and kick up our heels, but Cheri's kind of shy about all this." "You do that," Roberto said, "especially once you launch your site. Make a big entrance and use it as advertising. Word will spread. Oh yes, word will spread!" "Hmm," Pam looked thoughtful. "If I came at it from the angle of business maybe I can convince them to go." "Oh, I'm sure you have that young stud wrapped around your little finger, darling. You always were too bossy to make a really good sub. Most Doms don't like their subs to direct the play, pet. That's why they kept trying to break you." "Well I'm broke to the saddle now," Pam said with a grin. "He has me wrapped up nice and tight around his big dick. If he told me to fuck him on the fifty-yard line at halftime of the Super Bowl, I'd be out there with legs spread in a second. The one who has him whipped is Cheri. He'd do anything for her. They are so much in love it almost hurts to watch sometimes." "Not heading for a heartache, are you pet?" Roberto looked like the worried friend he was. "Don't think so," she said shaking her head. "I know they love me too, just not quite as much, or maybe just not the same way. But that's okay; I'm just lucky they want me to be with them. I know I'm important to them and my baby is just as much their child as it is mine. I really think this is the one, Roberto, or maybe the two." "Well I'm just as happy as can be for you, pet. Now let's finish this shoot so you little mommies can get home for some rest. Here's what I was thinking about for the next layout..." Finding someone to set up the web site turned out to be even easier than Evan thought it would be. As predicted, there were a number of graduate students interested in adding to their portfolios and when they found out the subject and models they would work with it almost became a bidding war! It wasn't free, but Evan would have bet that with a little tougher negotiating he could have gotten them to pay him and not the other way around! The fact that Pam would have to work closely with the programmer was a bonus that insured complete devotion and quick results. "You didn't promise him I'd fuck him, did you Master?" Pam asked Evan one night as they sat on the couch looking over the latest version on their laptop. "You know I would if you told me to." "No, I didn't, baby," Evan chuckled. "Of course I never told him he couldn't try. Why? Do you want to?" "No!" "Good. I've never been one to share my toys with others. You know if you ever did, well, want to do something somewhere else, I wouldn't stop you. I don't really own you, you know." "Yes you do," she said emphatically as she snuggled in close to him. "I never wanted anyone like I want you. I did have other masters that lent me out. That's part of the scene and while I admit I got off on the humiliation, I never really liked it. I just want you to know you have complete control over me, but I'm glad you want me just for yourself." "Ya better believe it! In fact, you're looking rather eatable right now." He turned toward her, pushed her back against the cushions and opened the robe she was wearing. Naturally she was naked underneath. Leaning forward he captured one of her quickly growing nipples in his mouth and began to gently suck and chew while his fingers pulled and pinched the other. "Oh god yes, Master! That feels wonderful!" she groaned. "Just think! In a few short months our babies will be sucking milk just like you're doing now." Evan moaned and began sucking even harder, his hand leaving her breast and dropping down to gently caress her still-flat stomach. She was well aware that mentioning the babies kicked up his excitement a notch or two and she was not averse to using it. Of course Cheri used the same ploy, but no matter how often they used it, it always achieved the desired results. "Will you drink my milk, Master?" she cooed stroking his hair and pulling him in even tighter to her tit. "There will be four big tits full of milk and only two babies. What will we do with the extra?" Pushing away he locked eyes with her as he started to strip off his clothes. "Be careful what you wish for, wench," he said with a devilish grin. "I've heard women can keep producing milk for a long time after a baby is born if it's extracted regularly. I just may make you my milch cow and start a dairy herd with you as my number one heifer. How would you like that, my little cow? Get you a nice stall, keep you tied up and milk you four or five times a day. Of course I'd have to breed you and keep you pregnant most of the time. Would you like that?" "Oh God!" she whimpered, eyes closed as she pictured herself kneeling in a barn, attached to a milking machine as he mounted her from behind like a bull, breeding her. The next flash was of him leading her on a leash hooked to a nose ring. He was showing her in the cow barn of the local county fair, her big milk-filled tits swaying as teens from the 4-H club watched her like some prize heifer. She was so wrapped up in her fantasy that she barely felt his weight crush her into the cushions as he entered her. Instinctively her legs lifted and wrapped around his waist, ankles locking together behind his back, forcing him into her as deeply as possible. Slowly he sank into her until the spongy head of his cock nestled against her cervix. There he stopped and held still, reveling in the feel of her moist heat surrounding his cock. Groaning again she licked her lips and began to move her hips against his, fucking herself on cock as best she could. Finally he started to move his hips and gave her the motion she most desired. Starting with short, slow strokes he thrust into her, the feel of his motion added to the excitement of her fantasy bringing her quickly to the edge of orgasm. "Fuck me, you bastard!" she screamed. "Fuck me hard, you long dicked motherfucking son-of-a-bitch!" At her insistence Evan began to ram into her hard and deep, quickening his strokes until his hips moved like a pile driver. Screaming as her orgasm crested, Pam's vaginal muscles clamped down on Evan's cock practically sucking the seed straight from his balls. Thrusting in as deeply as possible he held himself there until he could pump no more and collapsed on top of her. Legs still clamped around his waist like a vise, Pam cooed and stroked his hair and back until exhaustion caused her to unlock her legs and loosen her grip. Evan slid down her body until his head rested on her stomach, his hand gently caressing her belly as if soothing the tiny child residing there. "Is this a private party or can anyone join?" Cheri stood grinning at the living room doorway, robe hanging slightly open, fuzzy slippers on her feet. Heaving himself up to a seated position Evan opened his arms, inviting his mother to join them. Untying the sash as she walked across the room she let the robe slide down her shoulders and onto the floor. Slippers still in place she straddled his thighs and squirmed herself in close until his face was nestled in her neck and her pussy was rubbing his rapidly inflating prick. Arms around her back, he nibbled and lightly bit as she caressed his head and rubbed back and forth on his cock. Soon he was fully erect. Lifting up, Cheri grabbed his cock and placed it between the lips of her cunt. Sighing she let herself down slowly until he was fully embedded and their groins crushed together. "Ah," she moaned. "This is just where you're supposed to be, dick deep in mama's pussy." Tilting Evan's head up she pressed their lips together, tongues dueling, she began to move her hips in a circular motion, driving him even deeper and making sure every surface of the inside of her cunt felt the smooth hardness of his shaft. Still lip-locked, she added a little up and down motion to her circular grinding. Breaking their kiss she reared back slightly and looked him in the eyes grinning like a she-devil. "You going to fuck your mama good, pretty boy?" she hissed. "You going to stick that fat, baby-making prick up your mama's cunt and fuck a baby into her belly?" As she talked she closed her eyes and flung her head back. Her bouncing on his dick became frantic and almost uncontrollable as the vocalizations became louder and nearly incoherent. "Fuck me!" she growled. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuuuck meeee!" Suddenly she froze in place as an orgasm ripped through her body. Feeling her climax, Evan was carried along into his own. He had been concentrating on her so intently his own orgasm surprised him. As her vaginal muscles clenched around his cock, he found himself shooting ropes of semen up into his mother's cunt, bathing her cervix with his sauce. Bringing her in close to his body, they clung together panting like a couple of long distance runners. A few minutes later Cheri lifted her head and wiped the sweat from her brow with one equally sweaty forearm. Still connected at the genitals she groaned and slowly slid back until his softening cock plopped out of her leaking cunt. "I came down here to tell you two it's time to go to bed." Turning on unsteady legs she picked up her robe and started toward the door. "Hey, Cheri!" Evan called after her. Looking back over her shoulder she gave him a raised eyebrow, questioning look. "Did I ever tell you that you look really sexy in those slippers?" Laughing and wiggling her butt at him she turned and headed off toward the stairs. Standing up he reached down to help Pam stand. Together they followed Cheri up to bed. ------- Chapter 15: The Dungeon Pam's prediction about the girls' ability to convince Evan that a trip to the nightclub was necessary proved well founded. Given his good nature and inability to deny them anything it was pretty much a slam-dunk; sex and sweet talk didn't hurt either. Their web site had done well in its beta testing and the date was set for it to go live. Their outing was scheduled to coincide with the site's opening and was choreographed more like a PR appearance than a night on the town. "Is this really necessary?" Evan asked for the fourth time as the tailor measured his inseam once more. "I understand looking nice, but isn't this a bit much? What are you having me wear, a tux?" "Yes, this is necessary," Pam answered for the fourth time. "No, this isn't too much, and no, it isn't for a tux. You aren't going to look nice, you're going to look perfect." "If you say so," he mumbled. "I know I needed something new, but I don't see where all this is necessary." "Leave that to me," she smirked. "I know what I'm doing." "Fine," he said with an exaggerated sigh. "What are you two going to be wearing?" "That, Master dear, is a surprise." He grumbled for a little while longer but accepted it just like she knew he would. "The limo's here!" he shouted up the stairs. "They can wait for a few minutes," came the reply from above. Evan fidgeted and paced as he waited, smoothing down the tight leather pants as he did. His costume -- it was the only way he could look at it -- was as tight as anything he had ever worn. He was wearing snug black leather pants, black silk shirt, open at the collar of course, a light-weight leather jacket and black leather boots that probably cost as much as any one suit he had ever owned. When he had first seen what they intended for him to wear he thought it looked ridiculous; but he had to admit after he put it on it really looked sharp. He thought it made him look years older, and even a little bit dangerous. It wasn't too uncomfortable, while he was standing anyway. When he sat down the pants had a tendency to ride up into his butt crack, but Pam said they would stretch out quickly. He grumbled a little because he knew it was expected; but secretly he liked it. "How do we look?" Evan looked up from his watch -- which he had been glancing at every two minutes for the past half hour -- and practically swallowed his tongue. The two women were standing at the top of the stairs posing for his benefit. They had on matching outfits, all black leather of course, sleeveless tops with plunging necklines showing more cleavage than should have been possible; mini-skirts, shear dark stockings, stocking, not pantyhose for certain since from his vantage point he could see the their tops and the garters holding them up. Each wore a pair of black leather boots that came up almost to the knee with impossibly high spiked heels. Their hair was down and laying over their shoulders and Evan couldn't remember when he had seen two more beautiful or sexy women. He gulped and stuttered. Suddenly he was extremely uncomfortable as his cock tried to expand against the tight leather of his pants. "Is this okay?" Cheri said nervously. "Do we look all right? Do you like it?" "Look at his crotch, dear," Pam said with a laugh as she started down the stairs. "I'd say he likes it just fine." "You two look wonderful!" he stammered. "In fact you look so good this may be a problem all night. In fact, I have a feeling it's going to be embarrassing." He continued to move around his now-hard cock, both for comfort and in an attempt to hide it. Pam walked up to him and after giving him a little kiss -- not enough to smear her makeup -- grabbed his cock and moved it around until it was comfortable but still highly visible. "The whole point is to show what you got, Master," she cooed in his ear. Evan turned bright red while Cheri giggled. "At least you won't have to put a fake one in your pants like a lot of the men do." "A fake, ah..." he stammered again. "People really do that?" "Oh, yes," Pam said, nodding. "It can be rather disappointing at times, if you know what I mean." "Ah, actually I don't want to know," he muttered. "I still feel embarrassed. I feel like everybody will be staring at me." "Checking you out, yes," she continued. "Staring, maybe. All I know is the men will be green with envy and the girls will be downright jealous." She looked over at Cheri. "We might have to beat them off with a stick." "I doubt that," Evan said quickly. "If you two are with me I won't even be noticed. If those two costumes you are wearing don't scream 'justifiable rape', nothing would!" "You are so sweet," they both said in unison, hugging him tightly from both sides. "But the limo is waiting," Pam said. "Shall we go?" "Ah, Pam, you're sure we're in the right place?" Evan had been so busy admiring the limo and the plush accommodations he hadn't paid any attention to where they were going. When he finally did, he noticed they were in the seedy section of town. The streets they passed through were for the most part deserted and the people they did see out looked to up to no good. From what he could see there were mostly old warehouses and boarded-up buildings. "Absolutely sure," she murmured as she tried to nibble his ear. One of the reasons he hadn't been paying attention to the outside was the fact both women were scrunched up next to him, kissing and licking his neck while their hands wandered all over his body, although it seemed they spent an inordinate amount of time caressing and squeezing his cock through his leather pants. If their intention was to keep him hard, they were doing a fantastic job. Soon they pulled up in front of what looked to Evan like any other old run-down warehouse, with a few exceptions. To begin with the street and sidewalk were both well lit; for another there was a crowd of people standing in a line waiting to get in the non-descript door. Evan estimated there must have been fifty people or more, most huddled in little groups. They all turned to look at their limo as it pulled up to the curb. "Just one more thing now that we're here," Pam said as she reached into the small purse she carried with her. Evan saw what she took out, but he couldn't understand for the life of him what they were. They were two long, thin, braded leather cords, tightly coiled. As Pam uncoiled them he noticed each had a snap-hook on one end and a loop spliced into the other. What they looked like were... "Leashes for your bitches, Master," Pam continued as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "What?" Evan gasped. "You've got to be kidding!" "Of course not, Master," Cheri said from his other side. "You have us tagged, but now you have to have us controlled. Your pets have their collars, but there is a leash law in this town you know." "I can't..." Evan started. "Please?" Pam pleaded. "For us?" "Well, all right," he grumbled. "If that's what you really want." "We do," they said together. Then Pam added, "Will you please do us the honor?" With the exaggerated sigh of the terribly put upon, Evan took each leash and snapped the hook on the ring holding each woman's cameo as Pam indicated. As he did Pam moaned softly and Cheri squirmed in the seat and looked up at him with that "fuck me" look in her eyes. "God, this makes me soooo hot," she hissed. "I think I'm going to make a puddle right here." "I told you," Pam said to her with a smirk. "There is nothing like being led around like some fucking dog. I practically came when he clipped it on me. Just wait until he leads us out there in public!" Evan just smiled and shook his head. He didn't understand their reaction, but then he didn't need to; he just needed to sit back and reap the benefits. As the limo came to a complete stop a large man who had been standing in front of the line sauntered over and opened the door for them. Pam accepted his helping hand and stepped out and onto the curb. "Pamela," the doorman said. "It's nice to see you again. It's been a long time. "Harry!" she squealed and started to reach towards him with outstretched arms. The leash was just a tiny bit too short and when the slack was gone it yanked her back slightly. "Oops," she said with a grin. "Just you wait, Harry. Harry, this is my master, Master Evan. Master Evan, this is Harry. Harry has been the doorkeeper here at the Dungeon for just forever." Evan had exited the car and was helping Cheri out when he heard the introductions. Moving the leashes to his left hand he held his right out to take the proffered paw. Evan didn't consider himself to be a small man by any means but the bouncer's hand completely dwarfed his as they shook. Even with the pleasant smile that accompanied the handshake Evan was sure it would take a fool or a drunk, probably both, to cause trouble while this man-mountain was on duty. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Master Evan," Harry rumbled. "Anyone who can bring our little lost lamb back to us is most certainly welcome here." "Oh, Harry," Pam said lightly slapping him on the chest. Now that there was a little slack in her leash she reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a big kiss on the cheek. As she did her tiny skirt rode up and revealed her noticeably bare ass bringing a sharp gasp from the crowd pressing close to the door. Hearing that Pam gave a teasing wiggle until Evan lightly spanked her. She turned quickly and gave him a fake pout but as soon as Cheri giggled Pam grinned and snuggled up against his side. "And who is this lovely lady?" Harry asked looking at Cheri. Evan introduced them and Cheri gave Harry a demure, "Pleased to meet you." "Right this way, Master Evan," Harry said leading them to the door. "Ah, the line..." Evan started. "Never mind them," Harry said with a slight sneer. "They get in when I let them... if I let them." Tilting his head to Pam he continued, "Mr. Michael told me to expect your party. I believe your usual table is being held." "Thank you, Harry," Pam said. "Please thank Michael for me." "Thank him yourself, Pamela. I'm sure he'll be around to see you when he finds out you've arrived." They were led past the crowd and through the door where Harry handed them over to the hostess. "Donna," he said. "Miss Pamela's party has arrived. Would you please show them to their table?" Donna was a tall, strikingly beautiful redhead clothed neck to foot in a skintight rubber cat suit. The only thing not black on her was the large white fob hanging down from her slave collar. She gave them a dazzling smile and grabbed Pam, giving her a hug that must have bruised her ribs and a deep soul kiss on the lips. Evan was amused to note that neither one of their tongues stayed in their own mouths. They broke apart and Donna reached up to lightly finger the cameo hanging from Pam's collar. With one raised eyebrow and a bit of a sinister smile she glanced over at Evan. "So this is the prince that caught the uncatchable princess," she said almost purring. "Donna, this is my master, Evan," Pam replied. "And this is my master's other slave and my soul sister, Cheri." "Cheri, I'm glad to meet you." Leaning over Donna grabbed Cheri in the same hug she had given Pam and kissed her with the same passion. Cheri was shocked for a moment, but after glancing over at Evan and seeing his amused grin she abandoned herself to the kiss. She felt delightfully wicked as the redhead's tongue pushed past her lips and deep into her mouth. Naturally Cheri had to reciprocate and the feeling sent a tingle down through her body, especially when Donna reached down and firmly pinched her ass. As they broke apart, both of them were visibly breathing hard. "Wow!" Donna said releasing her grip. "Soul sister indeed. Your master is a very lucky man." "Almost as lucky as we are," Cheri responded, blushing. "So I've heard," Donna replied raising her eyebrow again. Turning back to Pam, she said, "Roberto said you were very happy; I'm glad to see it's true." "Roberto is a blabbermouth and a gossip," Pam said, trying to look disgusted. "True," Donna agreed. "But then what did you expect. Here, let me show you to your table. We saved your favorite when we heard you were coming. It is so good to have you back." She led them into the club proper, threading their way through the closely packed tables until they came to one right next to the dance floor. Evan had trouble keeping his jaw from hitting the floor. The costumes the patrons were wearing, or almost wearing in some cases, were as outrageous as he had ever seen. It was like walking through a living catalogue of BDSM fashion. Over there was a large woman -- a really large woman -- wearing a dominatrix outfit, right down to the tiny whip she carried. Next to her, sitting on his haunches on the floor was a man who wore little more than a leather harness, ball gag and a cock ring so tight Evan thought it had to hurt considerably. She was holding a leash not unlike the two he held, but hers was attached to another ring that looked like it was pierced right through the head of his penis. There was more leather and rubber around him than Evan thought possible. It was a real freak show. "Betty will be your server tonight," Donna said after showing them their seats. "She'll be over in a minute but maybe I could get you something first?" "A gin and tonic," Pam piped up. Donna lifted her eyebrow again. Evan was fascinated at how she did that, and gave Pam an amused look as she glanced back and forth between Evan and her friend. Pam looked over at Evan and saw that he was frowning and shaking his head. She pouted but resignedly changed her order to a Diet Coke[BM1]. Donna just laughed. "In your condition did you think he would let you have a real drink?" she said still chuckling. "How did you know?" Pam demanded. "Never mind, I know: Roberto. He really does have a big mouth. I suppose he's told everybody?" "Everybody," Donna agreed solemnly. "And for you, dear?" she said to Cheri. "A Virgin Mary, please." Evan was tempted to order something stronger but chickened out at the last minute and ordered sparkling water with a twist. Donna left after promising to check back later when she had a chance. "This is quite a place," Evan mused as he looked around. "The only other place you would find that would even come close would be in New York or San Francisco," Pam said with a smirk. "If it can be found, it's here. Just about anything goes so long as you keep it within reasonable bounds." "I'm surprised I don't see people having sex on the tables," Evan replied. "That's for later," Pam laughed. "It's still too early for that." Betty, their server, a pretty petite blonde dressed in little more than a collar, thigh high boots and a thong, soon brought them their drinks. After another joy-filled reunion Betty congratulated the three on their upcoming deliveries. It was true: Roberto had told everybody. The music was pretty much what one would expect in any normal dance club, right down to the pounding bass that seemed to soak in and really stir the blood. Evan wanted to dance and invited the girls onto the floor. Pam asked if she could stay there and talk to Betty for a bit and Evan of course agreed. Evan was lucky. The first song was a slow one as he and Cheri went out on the floor. He relished the feel of her body closely molded to his as they moved in among the other dancers. She held him tightly as his hands played over her ass, occasionally lifting her short skirt to fondle her exposed bare butt cheeks. Evan probably would have been embarrassed under any other circumstances, but given the "normal" dress of the other dancers and their overtly sexual activities, he felt they were being quite modest. Back at the table he dropped Cheri off and picked up Pam. The music was a little faster but they still danced close. Evan was having a great time until they got back to their table. Cheri was sitting hunched over, her face down shaking her head. Two men were with her. One was sitting next to her and the other was leaning over the table. Both were talking to her in rather loud voices. "Come on, baby," Sitting Man was saying. "You come with Master Demon and me. We'll treat you like I know you want to be treated. Don't you want me cuming in your ass while his big cock is stuffed down your throat? You know you do." "Hey, what's going on, guys?" Evan said as they pulled up next to them. "I think you're in my seat," he said to the one sitting down. "Is this the pansy you're with, sugar?" Sitting Man said as the other one stood up and pushed out his chest. "You can do better than that! Hell, we'll take both you bitches; I know this little shit can't do what you need done." "What the fuck is the matter with you two?" Pam shouted. "We're both tagged, you assholes! Get the hell out of here and leave us alone!" "Shut up, bitch," the standing one yelled, cocking his fist back like he was going to hit her. Evan quickly stepped in front of her. He was boiling mad. How dare these shitheads bother his mother and threaten his lover? Looking up at the standing Dom he realized this was probably his last moment alive but he didn't care. His only thought was of how much damage he could do before they beat him down. Suddenly Standing Man's fist was wrapped up in a huge slab of meat that somewhat resembled a hand, only bigger. Attached to the hand was an arm, also of incredible proportions. The body attached to that arm made Harry the doorman look like someone's little brother. The hand squeezed and Mr. Standing Man gasped and then whimpered. Evan wasn't sure but he thought he heard something crack even over the loud music. "Is there a problem here?" came the deceptively mild question. "Hi there Billy," Pam said. She had visibly relaxed and put a hand on Evan's shoulder making sure he didn't do anything stupid. "I'm afraid these two were trying to poach on tagged property, and wouldn't take no for an answer." "I thought it might be something like that," the man-mountain said. Reaching out he casually grabbed Sitting Man by his neck and lifted him up. The man had to weigh at least 180 pounds but Billy made it look as easy as lifting a five-pound bag of flour. "Mr. Michael told me to look after you and your party. I was just coming over here when you walked up. Miss Pamela, I'm sorry I didn't get over here earlier." He glanced at the man he was holding by the neck and shook him lightly. "We've had a talk about this before, haven't we? I thought we agreed you wouldn't do this anymore and I wouldn't break your legs. Now we have to go outside and have another talk." The man, turning purple, tried to shake his head but could only gurgle something unintelligible. "You can come with me also," Billy said, turning to the man whose hand he was crushing. "I think you need an example of what happens when you break the rules around here." "I am very sorry, Miss Pamela, Sir, Miss," he said nodding to each of them. "Mr. Michael will be very upset when he hears about this. I do hope this won't spoil your evening. I will be back to check on you later. Again I'm very sorry, but if you will excuse me I have something that needs to be taken care of." With that he turned and started to walk towards the back of the club, the two men going with him like dinghies being towed by a steamship. "Are you okay?" Evan said as he quickly sat down next to Cheri. She nodded and laid her head down on his shoulder. "They scared me a little," she said after picking her head up. "But I don't suppose I was ever in any real danger." "Not really," Pam agreed. "But it can be a little frightening. Hey, there are some rough characters out there. I know; I've met my share of them. Being a sub can be a scary thing sometimes. The danger can be part of the thrill -- is a part of the thrill -- but it doesn't take a whole lot to be too much of a good thing. It's like the being lent out thing. When I was younger it gave me a bit of a thrill knowing I was going to be used by some strange man for no other reason than I was his cum dump. Now, well, now that doesn't sound so nice." Looking at Evan she quickly added, "I would though, if you told me to. I would spread my legs for anyone or anything you wanted me to." "Like I told Cheri," Evan said with a smile. His heart rate was returning to normal now that the confrontation was over, and although he didn't particularly want to be there anymore, he decided he wasn't going to be the one to break up the party. "I don't like to share my toys. You, my little slave, are mine and only my cock will be using that body of yours." Pam shivered a little when he called her his "little slave." She scrunched over closer next to him leaning in to nibble on his ear. "We can leave if you want," she said. "I know we can," he answered. "But we're not going to. We leave when I say we're leaving, not until. We want to be seen, make a few contacts, and let the people here know who we are and what we represent. Beside I want to show off my bitches and their fine asses." Now both Cheri and Pam were nuzzling his neck, and he happily accepted their attentions, one arm around each, a soft breast cupped in each hand. He sat back and enjoyed the show of bizarrely dressed people and sexual antics that were becoming more brazen as the night went along. He asked if either one wanted to dance but neither had any desire to leave the table at that time. Betty came and went with another round of drinks. A few minutes later a tall, thin man impeccably dressed in a black silk suit stopped by their table. Evan started to release their breasts and straighten up but as one they grabbed his hands and placed them firmly back where they were. "Pamie, Pamie, Pamie," he tisked, but his lips were curved up in a big smile. "Still having trouble with the whole definition of submissive I see." "Hi, Michael," she said smiling back at him. "This is my master, Evan. Master Evan this is Michael Dunbar, the owner of The Dungeon. Michael and I have been friends for a long time, and I'll have you know I know perfectly well what submissive means. It just so happens my master wants me to do what feels good to me; right now his hand squeezing my boob feels really good." "How do you do, Mr. Dunbar?" Glancing at his two occupied hands and then looked up at Michael with a grin as if to say, "I'd like to shake your hand, but..." Michael laughed and waved him off. "I understand," he said. "Sometimes it's a little difficult to determine who is really in charge, especially with our Pam here. Don't worry; we can meet a bit more formally later. I really came by to see how our special little mother-to-be is doing and to apologize about that ugly incident a few minutes ago. I assure you that rarely happens, and never twice." He suddenly stopped smiling and a dark look crossed his face. As suddenly as it appeared it disappeared and he was smiling again. "I can assure you, you won't be bothered again tonight, and those two will never bother anyone in here again." "Thank you, Michael," Evan said with a nod. Michael bent down and kissed Pam on the cheek after looking at Evan for permission. After straightening up he asked, "And who is this lovely lady?" "This is Cheri," Pam broke in as Evan was opening his mouth to answer. "My fellow slave and soul sister." Michael again just shook his head and smiled. "Charmed," Michael said bowing down to kiss her hand. He looked over at Evan and asked, "Do you lend them out by any chance?" Evan shook his head no. "Ah, a pity. How about a trade? Maybe Donna? She's one of mine you know. No? Ah, well, that is too bad. Well, you have just bred them so I can understand you're being a bit protective. Maybe another time. "Pam, I know Roberto is looking for you as well as a few of our other friends. Oh, I did have a chance to look at your web site. Fabulous job! It's going to hit it big, I can feel it. The products are up to your usual high standards, but your models! Fantastic! But I think you already know that," he said with a wink. "Oh, speaking of that, there is someone else looking for you tonight. No, no, I won't spoil the surprise! But I'm sure you will be interested in meeting him. Well, I won't keep you any longer. I see Roberto is heading this way. I'll leave you to his tender mercies. I'll be back around to look in on you later." With that he turned and walked away stopping at many of the tables and greeting the guests. "He seems like a nice guy," Evan said. "He is," Pam answered. "A little demanding as a master. Very strict. Last I heard he had a string of five or six girls. He does like to lend them out, or trade for an evening." "Not interested," Evan said. "Not even with Donna?" Cheri teased. "Well," he said giving their breasts another squeeze. "I suppose I wouldn't kick her out if she fell into bed with us. But neither one of you are going anywhere." The girls giggled. Roberto pranced up to their table. He was wearing leather chaps, leather thong and a tiny leather vest. He wasn't alone. Next to him was a slight young man in a skirt, fishnet stockings and a halter-top. Evan couldn't help but smiling; in fact it was difficult keeping for laughing out loud. "Pamie, darling," Roberto opened with. "I told Bruce you would be here. Oh and I see you brought your scrumptious hunk of man-meat with you!" "Roberto, you bitch!" Pam laughed. "How could you tell everyone my secrets? Hi, Bruce. How are you doing?" The young man giggled and bent down to give her a perfunctory kiss on both cheeks. "Pamie dear!" Roberto said trying to look hurt. "I don't know what you mean. How could you insinuate that I of all people would spread gossip? Beside if you really wanted to keep it a secret you wouldn't have told me in the first place." "I didn't tell you, you little faggot," Pam said still grinning. "You guessed it." "Whatever," Roberto brushed off her remark with a wave of his hand. "Anyway, I saw your little to do here a few minutes ago. I swear the types of people they're letting in these days... Well, it's just alarming is what it is. "Enough of that, though. I saw Billy had them well in hand as it were. I'm sure they won't trouble you anymore. So how is everything going with your little project? I did have a change to peruse your site just a bit before coming here tonight and I must say it looks impressive. Who is your photographer? Simply wonderful work! Makes the site, it does." "Oh, just some conceited hack," she responded. "He must have gotten lucky this time. Hey, even a blind squirrel finds an acorn now and then." Roberto gave a little sniff at her comment but had to join with everyone else in grinning at her score. "Well, after that I don't know if I should tell you what I know about who is here tonight," he said baiting her. "Oh, pooh," she relented. "You are the best, you are magnificent; there is no better pitcher flicker in the world and you know it. Now give: Who's here and why should it matter to us?" "I don't know," he said, tapping his finger on the side of his cheek and staring up at the ceiling. "Oh fine! Let's just say he's big in the scene and he's very interested in your new web site. Nope, no more, my lips are sealed. I'm sure he'll be over to see you himself sometime tonight." Pam's subsequent pleading proved fruitless and Roberto and his paramour took their leave with a promise to return later. For awhile the three sat there discussing the possible identity of this mystery person. After beating that horse to death, Cheri said she was feeling a little better and they spent some time on the dance floor, all three together. No matter that they were probably perfectly safe -- they noticed that Billy hung around their area most of the time -- they still didn't want to separate. Besides, the music had moved from the slower variety to a faster, more upbeat tempo. There wasn't as much holding and strolling type of dancing; it was the wilder, rock and roll style where the girls moved like sexy succubuses and Evan could just hang back and watch. The club was getting wilder as the evening progressed. Evan didn't think of himself as any kind of prude. He was all for doing what you feel like doing -- as long as it doesn't hurt anyone who didn't want to be involved, that is -- but some of it he just had to shake his head at. The dance floor was becoming little more than a clothing optional zone with more of the dancers striping down to little more than thongs and shoes; and more than just a few forgoing even those. He had taken off his jacket after dancing awhile and his shirt was sweat-soaked and plastered to his body. Numerous times one of the other dancers, mostly women but once or twice men, would "accidentally" bump into him. A few times the bumper would stay and rub herself all over him until one of his girls would notice and shoo her away. He wasn't sure that this was acceptable behavior for a sub. A sub jealously guarding access to her Dom didn't quite fit the mental picture he had built up, but he was appreciative of their actions. He didn't mind a naked set of tits rubbing on his chest or back, but he would feel more comfortable if it was one of his own girls and not some stranger. Of the women who approached him almost all wore some form of the slave collar and most he noticed didn't have tags. He wondered if they were looking for someone to tag them, or maybe just trying to stir up trouble. The real action was taking place at or around the tables near the walls. At one there was a pretty girl strapped face down onto the table while a man, her Dom Evan guessed, motioned for any man passing to drop their pants and fuck her right there. Evan wondered if she was in any real trouble until she turned toward him and he saw the expression of ecstasy on her face. Every time someone would enter her it looked like she had another orgasm. Evan just shrugged and continued looking around. There were a number of instances where an obviously dominant woman had her sub -- about evenly matched as to women and men -- kneeling on the floor in front of them servicing their cunts. The exhibition of flesh: pinching, groping and even finger-fucking was more noticeable in places where it wasn't happening then those where it was. Evan was constantly in a state of excitement from the overwhelming onslaught of visual stimuli surrounding him. "This is wild!" Cheri said when they finally made their way back to their table. Evan could only nod in agreement. "This is actually pretty tame," Pam responded, having to shout over the din. "Whoa, looks like someone has a little problem here." She reached down and grabbed Evan's cock through his pants. "My mistake. This is a big problem!" "I'll take care of it!" Cheri said, her face was flushed and she was visibly breathing hard. Her eyes were round and bright, almost like she was high on some drug. She quickly bent down and unfastened his pants allowing his cock to spring free. Without hesitation she opened her mouth and engulfed as much of his member as she could and began to suck hard. "Ah, Mo... Cheri!" Evan almost squealed. "Do you think..." "Oh, let her take care of you, Master," Pam whispered in his ear as she licked and nibbled on his earlobe. "It's our duty and privilege to take care of our master. What kind of slaves would we be if we didn't service our man?" "But here? In public..." he stuttered. "Yes," she hissed. "Right here where everyone can see." She said it loud enough for Cheri to hear, and Cheri shuddered and sucked even harder. Evan was succumbing to Cheri's ministration and almost ready to cum when an elegantly dressed man in his mid- to late-thirties strolled up to the table. With him were two stunning women, a blonde and a redhead, one on each arm. He stopped and when he saw what Cheri was doing, grinned. Evan tried to get up and was about to push Cheri away when the man held up his hand to stop him. "Please," he said. "Let her finish. She seems to be doing such a good job; it would be a shame to stop her halfway." Cheri could sense there was someone next to them watching her service her son, and again she shuddered. But she didn't stop, in fact she redoubled her efforts and was soon rewarded as Evan gasped and began to pump his thick cream into her mouth. Cheri lifted her head slightly and began to lick him clean. When she was finished she looked up and saw the visitor's women were eyeing Evan's exposed cock with excited and hungry eyes. One even licked her lips as if anticipation a treat. Blushing furiously, Cheri quickly pushed his deflating cock back into his pants, fastened them and sat up. "Now isn't that better?" the man said to Evan. Other than a cursory look he ignored Pam and Cheri. "You feel better and so does she now that she's done her duty. I'd like to introduce myself; my name is Dante Sagittarius; and you, I believe, are Evan Hill?" Evan nodded and took the offered hand. "Ah, yes. Pleased to meet you." Evan indicated the three remaining seats at the table. "Would you like to join us?" "Why that would be nice," Dante said with a smile. "For a few minutes anyway." He sat down while his two women remained standing behind him. "This is Pam and this is Cheri," Evan said nodding at the girls. "Of course, of course," he said briefly nodding at Cheri before looking at Pam. "Yes, I am familiar with Miss Pamela. Quite an interesting operation you are starting up. I had a chance to look at it earlier this evening; I must say I'm impressed. In fact that is what I wanted to talk to you about. Oh, by the way, this is Cunt One and Cunt Two. Pay them no mind unless you have something you would like them to do. It would appear you have been serviced quite adequately, but if you'd like them to service your bitches, maybe give them a rim job while we talk?" "Hmm, no, that's fine," Evan muttered. "Oh well, as you wish," Dante said in an offhand manner. "If you decide later, by all means be my guest. They've been getting uppity lately and a little hard use would do them good. You know a good slave is worth her weight in gold, but goodness the maintenance can really be a killer!" Dante laughed and Evan smiled along although he didn't get the joke. "I know who you are," Pam suddenly said. "Evan, remember I told you about those web sites that were killing me, the ones selling the cheap shit. He owns at least three of them that I know of." "Ah, you let your bitches talk for you," Dante said with a smirk. "How refreshing. But what she says is correct, except it's five sites and not three. Yes, I suppose you could say we are competitors in the marketplace, and that's why I'm here. I was impressed with what I saw and I'm not sure I can tolerate that level of competition. Bad for business, you know." "Well, we're in it to stay!" Evan blustered. Evan reacted like the typical male to a perceived threat. He sat up suddenly as the adrenalin pouring into his blood caused a faint buzzing in his ear. "You try any crap with us and..." "Peace, peace!" Dante pushed back slightly and put his hands up. "You misunderstand me. I battle in the market for the customer, not with anything physical. Terribly inefficient and all that; I have found a much better way to deal with my potential competitors. Who I can't beat, I buy. That is why I'm here. I like what you have. Miss Pamela is correct: Most of my sites deal with the more common -- inexpensive is the term I prefer rather than cheap -- imported products. There is definitely a place in the market for them, but I have always wanted to dabble in the more exclusive, higher-end lines. "That's where you come in. You have the kind of quality I have been looking for: a top-of-the-line product for the more discerning customer. Maybe it doesn't have the profit potential of the more inexpensive line, but the chance to have our name associated with quality is quite attractive. And who wouldn't want his name associated with quality? I know I would. The Sagittarius line would be the Cadillac of BDSM products, rather than let's say, the Yugo." "B-Buy us?" Evan stuttered. "I-I don't think..." "Oh, no need for an answer now," Dante said standing up. "I'm flying back to New York tomorrow. Give it some thought though. I'll have an offer to you soon. Good evening." The three sat there stunned for a while. The mood of levity had been broken so they soon decided it was time to go home. ------- [BM1]Since Coca-Cola is a major client of mine, I'm sensitive about trademarks. ------- Chapter 16: Happy Endings For the next few days Evan and Cheri had to walk on eggshells around Pam. She was alternately euphoric, depressed, defiant and then extremely passive, sometimes all in the span of a few minutes. "I won't sell!" she screamed. "It's mine and I won't give it up!" "You don't have to," Evan would say, trying to soothe her. "But what if they want to give us a lot of money?" she whined. "Money's no problem," Cheri would add. "You do what you want. We're here for you either way. You decide." "Oh God, Evan!" she whimpered, crying on his shoulder. "You're my master. You tell me what to do!" She was being such a pain in the ass one night Evan finally turned her over his knee and swatted her ass until she had an orgasm. Still feeling peevish he threw her down on the bed -- Cheri helped by holding her down -- and fucked her hard until they were both exhausted. Her mood was much more congenial for the next few hours so it became standard practice: When she became too prickly, he pricked her, hard! After a while he began to suspect she was acting up for reasons other than anxiety about the business. After a week or so and there still hadn't been anything from Mr. Dante they shrugged it off as a joke, or maybe a change of heart on his part. Instead of worrying about selling the business they concentrated on running it. At least Pam did; Evan still had classes to take up his time and Cheri busied herself with housework and planning what would be needed for the babies. The web site was a fair success. The orders came in at a good, steady pace. Products not held in stock -- some of the more elaborate costumes -- were special-ordered and those that were in stock turned over rapidly. It wasn't the flood of business Pam had hoped for, but it was steady, and repeat business and the special orders were increasing as a percentage of their bottom line. Evan thought they were right where they should be: steadily growing without the exponential growth that could cause problems with servicing their customers. The growth was manageable which made it easy on Pam and therefore on everybody else. About a month later they were all sitting around the kitchen table discussing what had happened that week. Pam was definitely running the business but she enjoyed, and needed, the input of her partners. Besides there were times when Evan's "fuck 'em, do it this way," attitude gave her that little extra push when she needed it. "Everything looks good to me," Evan said putting down the spreadsheet showing their latest orders. "I think you expected too much right off the bat. Orders are up, profits are up, and you don't have to worry about closing your store now. Face it, lady: You're doing it right." "I guess," Pam sighed. "I was hoping it would be a little more spectacular, though." "No, you don't," Evan said. "Think of the problems you..." The doorbell interrupted him. "I'll get it. You two can just stay right here." A few minutes later he walked back into the kitchen with a puzzled look on his face and a large envelope in his hands. "What is it, baby?" Cheri asked. "Ah, I don't know," he said. "It's addressed to 'Master Evan Hill, ' but was sent in care of Chained Love. Pam, I suppose this really should be for you" "Open it, honey," Pam said. "After all it's addressed to the one who owns it, not the slave who runs it." Evan gave her a sour look and ripped it open. He stood there reading the enclosed papers, at times just staring at them. Finally he sat down and with a shaking hand pushed the papers over to Pam. "Y-You'd better look at this," he finally said. Pam looked puzzled but started reading what he handed her. At one point she gasped and turned white. "Ten million dollars!" she screamed. "He wants to buy us for ten million dollars!" With that she fainted. ------- Epilogue Evan heard the crunch of bare feet in the sand somewhere behind the hammock. It didn't sound like the mincing steps of one of the babies. If one of them had escaped their nanny again that would be a cause for alarm, but this was the slow measured step of an adult, and one that wasn't in a particular hurry either. It could only be one of two people so he didn't even bother to open his eyes. The clinking of ice against a glass told him whoever it was had brought drinks out, at least for him. The next thing he felt was a naked body slipping in beside him. He was naked also; after all it was his own private beach! Reaching over he felt the smooth, taut belly as he caressed his hammock-mate. He knew who it was. "Hi, Mom," he whispered. If it had been Pam he would have felt the bulge of her five-month pregnancy. After the difficulty in delivering their little girl the doctor had strongly recommended Cheri give up any thoughts of further child bearing. It had been a miserable few weeks after her tubes were tied until Pam finally convinced Cheri that she could, and would, carry their children from now on. Pam was on her second and she insisted that the next one would be using an egg from Cheri fertilized by their master's sperm. "Hi, master," Cheri said softly. "Kids in bed yet?" he asked. "I suppose I should go see them before they get tucked in." "They passed out from playing so hard today," Cheri said as her own fingers curled around his rapidly inflating cock. "You can look in on them later; right now they're dead to the world and wouldn't even know you were there." She swung her leg over and carefully straddled him, the head of his now hard cock gently rubbing against her pussy lips. "I've been bad and need to be spanked," she whispered. "Oh," he said, trying not to jab up into her. "And what have you done?" "I didn't do the laundry," she said in a pensive voice. "My babies don't have clean clothes." "Mirko does the laundry," he answered. "I haven't cooked dinner in years," she tried again. "My babies will starve." "Sumani cooks now," he said as she lowered herself down on him so that just an inch was in her. "Maybe not as well as you did, but it's acceptable." "I haven't cleaned our house in ages," she grunted as another inch slipped in. "Brinni does that." "I haven't fucked my husband and master in over twelve hours," she groaned as one more inch slid home. "Ah, now that is a truly heinous offence." Grabbing her by the hips he slammed her the rest of the way down on his prick. "But I think the only beating you're going to get is with my big old wife-tamer." She groaned again as she felt the head of his cock push up against her cervix. "Oh yes, Milord!" she gasped. Reaching up he grabbed her by the back of the neck and brought her face down until it was only inches from his own. "I love you, Wench," he whispered. "And I love you, Master." ------- The End ------- Posted: 2005-09-08 Last Modified: 2005-10-25 / 10:40:30 pm ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------